In an age where everyone was obsessed with what others were wearing, where they were going, what they were doing, it was only a matter of time before someone took it as far as it could possibly go in order to satisfy society’s voyeuristic tendencies. Gone were the days of social media, where all you could do was send pictures and videos. The area of consciousness streaming had begun.
This was made possible by a surgical procedure that installed the necessary biotech into a person’s parietal lobe. At one time, this would have been a major procedure, but was now as easy as scheduling a yearly physical, and a client would be home the same day, able to stream.
The parietal lobe made it all possible. It is the part of the brain that translates the messages received from the five senses. These messages could be transmitted live to another person’s parietal lobe, and experienced in real time. Whatever the sender saw, touched, heard, tasted, and smelled, the receiver would as well.
What controlled it all was a website called World Consciousness. Anyone who wanted to stream parts of their life, like going on a hike, having a party, sharing the nervousness of a first date, only had to go live with their parietal signal. Anyone who wanted to silently ride along and experience what the streamer was sending, selected that stream, and were immediately sharing the streamer’s five senses. The people that shared another person’s stream were called ride alongs. To them, it felt exactly the same as if they were living it themselves. It was a thrill to all parties involved. In a matter of months, everyone was doing it.
There were restrictions of course. To begin with, you had to be 18 or older to undergo the procedure. If you were streaming, you determined when you were online, and when you weren’t. You couldn’t be controlled by a ride along in any way. You were in the driver’s seat. That being said, streamers did take requests, earning money through tips and subscribers to their streams.
At first, streams had been mostly family friendly, but like all technology, that envelope got pushed quickly. Hacks and mods began to appear rapidly. The first ones primarily benefited the receivers, such as intensifying sensations. But others began to focus on the streamers, which eventually led to an even more invasive experience, as a high school senior by the name of Emily would soon discover.
Emily couldn’t wait to stream that day. Her backwards town didn’t let students stream from school, which didn’t even make sense. She could see why being a ride along would be banned, because it would be like they were somewhere else, in somewhere else. But just to stream, well, she was present and accounted for when she did that. It wasn’t fair. She’d have so many more followers if she could stream during the day.
As the high school senior left her shoes by the door, she took in the quietness of the house. She was first home. Her older brother would be getting home from his backbreaking factory job in about an hour, and her mom and dad usually got home shortly after that. This was her favorite time to stream, because she knew she looked great, and there were no parents or annoying older brother around to embarrass her in front of her followers.
Emily bounded upstairs to her room and shut the door behind her. She did a quick check in the mirror to make sure her hair and makeup still looked good. She nodded to herself that she passed inspection, and then gave a cursory glance around her room. Parents could say what they would about the supposed negatives of streaming, but it did help keep a room clean. If her fans saw through her eyes leftover bits of food or dirty clothes, she would die of embarrassment.
She smoothed out a wrinkle on top of her bed, then went to her computer. The screen came alive, and she pulled up the World of Consciousness website. She logged in and looked to see if some of her favorite people were online. She rarely did ride alongs herself, but made exceptions if her favorite celebrity, musician, or influencer were on. None of them were, which made sense. She was pretty sure none of them had been scheduled.
Famous people’s streams were always carefully coordinated and controlled. The general populace knew this, but it didn’t stop them from hopping on to experience a more glamorous life, fake though it might be. It was a thrill to sit in a makeup chair before a movie star headed out to shoot a scene for a big blockbuster. Or to walk a red carpet. Or to feel what it was really like to be a rockstar and come out onto a stage and perform in front of thousands of screaming fans.
But those were all very special events, and they did not happen often. The bulk of streamers were exactly like Emily. Just normal people from all walks of life, who enjoyed the knowledge that there were dozens, hundreds, even thousands of people experiencing every little thing they did. The most mundane things could become amazing when seen through the eyes of another, even school. But Emily’s followers wouldn’t know, because it wasn’t allowed.
As she selected her name and prepared to go live, she wondered again why her school couldn’t be more progressive. She knew of schools in other districts that encouraged streaming, especially in class, saying it provided accountability and safety for both teachers and students. Apparently her school didn’t see it that way though, because they were a bunch of old school hicks.
Emily smiled as she saw a digital queue forming. Her loyal followers, waiting to ride along with her. There seemed to be more than usual today. She was ready for them. She’d been thinking about what to do and say all day. She pressed her finger to the screen, and opened her senses up to whoever wanted to ride along.
In another part of town, Bob, a man in his late forties, had gotten home early from work, and was now going from one ride along to the next. When he found his last two meetings had been canceled, he excitedly rushed home to enjoy an empty house. This solitude enabled him to do the ride alongs he wanted, ones that were generally frowned upon from people like his wife. But he knew lots of people that had the same desire he did, to experience what it felt like to be the opposite sex.
The second he had gotten home, he locked the doors, closed the curtains, and turned on the large monitor in his living room. He went to the World of Consciousness website and began to scroll through women that might interest him. There were lots of women that allowed people to ride along while they were doing all sorts of things, from shopping, cooking, cleaning, working out, and much more. But Bob’s tastes were very specific. He was looking for the streamers that were doing anything remotely sexual. His favorites were the sexy challenges that streamers often did.
Trends and challenges sprang up all the time on World of Consciousness. They usually took the form of a dance, a specific pose, or a challenge. A lot of them were harmless and silly. But several skirted the edges of teasing and provocative, like putting on skin tight leather pants and then streaming hands that ran up and down them.
Other challenges went way past provocative, like the ice cube challenge. Ladies most often did this one. They would schedule a time, and a few million people, mostly men, would log on to experience it. It involved a streamer going to their ice box, and taking out a single ice cube. They’d hold it between their fingers, letting everyone connected to them feel the cold, and see it through the streamer’s eyes.
Then everything would disappear as the streamer closed their eyes. The ride alongs couldn’t see the ice cube, but could tell its destination seconds later. They could feel a shirt being lifted, and a hand brushing past a soft belly, reaching higher and higher, until it came to an obstruction of even softer flesh. The ice would ride along a curve, until it found a very sensitive nipple that would stiffen at the cold. The streamer would leave it on there as long as they could bear, some letting it melt completely. The ride alongs felt it all, including the arousal that most streamers had when doing the challenge. And then the stream would end, and most ride alongs would log off in order to have some quality alone time.
Nudity was allowed, but not openly advertised. Actual sex acts could get you banned if it was reported to a moderator and they witnessed it in real time. That didn’t stop it from happening though. Every so often, a person would begin streaming thirty seconds or so before achieving climax. These were extremely popular, but it was a classic case of being in the right place at the right time.
Bob had been searching for a sexy ride along, but was striking out, and he knew he was running out of time. He had jumped into a woman who was swimming in a bikini, but she logged off before he could fully appreciate the cool water on her body. He experienced a girl that was on a date at a movie. He felt what it was like to sit there in anticipation, waiting for the guy to make a move. It hadn’t taken long. A muscular, hairy arm went behind the girl’s head, and a heavy hand briefly found purchase on her shoulder. But the second he felt fingers begin to slip lower on her dress and land on top of the girl’s exposed cleavage, she logged off.
Oftentimes, Bob felt that the pervier ride alongs like himself must experience a tremendous case of blue balls. There was a lot of teasing out there. A lot of sifting through coal to find that one diamond. But right before he was about to give up, he found it. The video on the monitor that displayed what the streamer was seeing was shaky at best, but it was no doubt someone in the throes of passion. And judging by a brief glimpse of boob, the streamer was a woman. She was riding some guy. Bob connected to it immediately.
So many sensations washed over him in an instant as he connected to the woman’s stream. He felt her hips moving rhythmically as they rolled from right to left. He felt her hands on a hard stomach. He heard her moans, and smelled the sweat of two intermingled bodies. When she opened her eyes a moment later, he saw long dark hair in her/his peripheral vision, and then got an eyeful of two large breasts as she purposefully looked down.
What stood out though for Bob, was the intense feelings happening between her legs. It was a sensation completely foreign to him as a man. The pleasure of being filled and stretched in an orifice he did not have. That was his favorite part, to feel something he couldn’t any other way. He knew his dick would most likely be hard when he came back, if he hadn’t already blown his load.
The woman was so close to orgasm. He felt her speed up on top of the man. Felt her trying to have him as deep inside as possible. A sensation was growing, building, coming on like an avalanche.
And that’s when he heard it. The familiar sound of a key in a lock, and the turning of a knob. He wouldn’t have been able to hear if it had been a normal ride along. A person often had to be shaken before they knew someone was trying to get their attention. But since Bob didn’t want to get caught by his family, he always had his in person auditory settings turned up so he could hear if someone was approaching.
His mind fought to stay in that woman, to ride the wave of ecstasy that was dominating his senses. But instinct told him to panic and get out and act like he wasn’t a giant pervert that loved riding along in women about to climax. His instinct won, but barely. One of these days it wouldn’t, and he’d have some explaining to do. But this time, he thought the word exit, and his physical body jerked slightly, and he was back, aware of his own body. He looked down, and saw that he did indeed have a giant erection.
As he heard the front door open, he glanced at the time. As happened to him often while browsing through streamers, hours had felt like minutes. He had been hopping from streamer to streamer for over three hours. So it made perfect sense that his teenage daughter would be home. But that still didn’t seem right. She had sports or cheer or something. He was not the world’s best father, but he knew should have had at least another hour to ride along in a bevvy of hot women! Bob wanted to interrogate his daughter on why she had ruined his good time, but he needed his dick to soften first. For that reason, he stayed low on the couch and turned off the screen.
As the front door closed, he heard his daughter, Avery, say, “We have to hurry. She doesn’t always stay streaming for very long.”
“I know,” another female voice agreed. “Are we using it in your living room?”
“No. My room. We don’t want to be interrupted when my parents get home, especially for what we’re about to do.”
Bob realized that his daughter didn’t know he was home, as his car was in the garage. He was about to reveal himself, when his daughter’s next words stopped him cold.
“We are going to make a fool out of Emily, from inside her very own body. Oh I can’t wait!”
As he heard footsteps retreat to Avery’s room, Bob had several questions. The first of which was, how exactly were they going to make a fool out of this Emily from inside her body. But also, wasn’t Avery friends with Emily? They’d both been on the cheerleading all through high school. There must have been some fallout at some point. He needed to know more, especially about that first part. He moved quickly and quietly towards his daughter’s bedroom.
The door to Avery’s room opened a crack, and he easily heard the friend say, “Okay, what do we have to do to make this work?”
“Okay, when Preston sold it to me, he said I just needed to beam it from my phone to the computer after I got on. Here, let me just…there. I’m logged in. And now I should just need to…”
“And you’re sure we won’t get in trouble?”
“For the hundredth time, Leah, Preston said this program was masked from World’s moderators. It’s untraceable. They’ll think it’s actually Emily the entire time. Now do you want to get back at her for being such a bitch, or are you chickening out?”
“I’m not!” Leah exclaimed at last. “Let’s…let’s do it.”
“Great. Now let me do a search. And look, there she is, showing the world how pretty and perfect she always is.”
“What are you supposed to do now?” Leah asked.
“Well I am going to connect to her via ride along, and when I’m in, you hit this button right here, and then I should be in control.”
“How’s that work anyway?” Leah asked.
Avery laughed. “It like, I don’t know, routes my parietal stuff through her signal. Instead of me hopping onto her upload, I upload on top of her, and become the dominant signal, but everyone will think it’s her doing it.”
“That is amazing. How much did Preston charge you again?”
“He didn’t charge me anything for it,” Avery winked. “I gave him a handjob in the school parking lot, and he put it on my phone for free. Now stop talking to me or we’re going to miss our window.”
A lot of thoughts were jumbling up in Bob’s brain, like the fact that his daughter had casually given a boy a hand job. But more important was this illicit program. There was no way it could do what they were implying. There was only one way to find out. He snuck back to the living room and searched for Emily. Thousands of Emily’s popped up, and he cursed himself for not remembering her last name. He refined his search to a twenty mile radius, and a dozen popped up. He narrowed the search to a five mile radius, and that narrowed it down to two.
One Emily appeared to be a mother, as she was playing with her two kids. She was probably streaming for grandparents, a common occurrence. They could ride along and play with their grandkids like they were in the room with them. The other option showed a typical teenage girl’s room. That had to be it. He selected it, and joined the stream as an observer.
Emily knew that she could have so many more followers if she would embrace her sexuality the way so many other streamers her age did. She had considered it. She really liked the fame, and the knowledge that people were right there with her, riding along and experiencing the world through her eyes. But she was not yet willing to wear the skin tight clothes or the short skirts or do the more daring and provocative challenges. Maybe next year when she was in college. For now, she’d stick with something more akin to a PG-13 rating.
She liked to move around when she was streaming. She was proud of her tight, young body, and knew that was why a lot of people rode along with her. They wanted to feel young again, or know what it was like to have a body that was in shape. She would do yoga, or dance to music, or on special occasions like today, she would perform cheer routines in her cheerleader uniform. This always gave her a spike in followers, and she needed that ego boost today. She was on the outs with a couple of her so called friends. It was their own fault. They had tried to usurp her authority as cheer captain, and she had threated to kick them off the team. After they called her a few choice names, she called practice early and warned them to come to heel or their cheer season was done.
Their friendship had become more adversarial when she got captain. Hopefully Avery and Leah just needed time to cool down. They’d fall in line, probably. If they didn’t she would have to do the unthinkable and kick them out of cheer. She really hoped it wouldn’t come to that. But she wasn’t going to dwell on all that drama at the moment.
Instead, she focused on her large computer screen, now in mirror mode, and put everything she had into a series of complex cheer routines. As she chanted the familiar words of school spirit that proclaimed the superiority of her alma mater, she was aware of her footwork. The way her smooth legs kicked and danced. Her muscles strained, but she did not grow tired. Her hips gyrated, and her taut stomach rolled. Her forehead and bare arms glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.
It was a workout for sure, but people must’ve thought she was doing a good job, as she saw the digital number of ride alongs in the corner of her screen climb higher. She might break her personal best for total ride alongs today. She’d go as long as she could, but realized there was one thing she should have taken care of before she had rushed to log on. She should have peed. The more she moved, the more her bladder told her the clock was ticking.
A few miles away, Avery’s head jerked, and she grinned at her friend. “Holy shit it works! Did you see me?”
“I didn’t see you make her do anything embarrassing,” Leah complained.
“Well, I started small,” Avery said excitedly. “I wanted to make sure I could control her body, and I totally could! I just rode along for half a minute, but when she started that last cheer, I made her leg kick in the wrong direction. Didn’t you notice?”
“Oh, no, I didn’t. Do you think Emily did?”
Avery shook her head. “I don’t think so. She just kept right on going with the routine. Preston said at the start, if I’m subtle enough, she might not know I’m even there. Like, if I did something small, like, say if she went to press a button and I stopped her right before she did it, she’d think she pressed that button. That’s something I’ll make good use of before she logs out, which should be real soon.”
Leah arched a curious eyebrow. “How do you know that?”
“Because little miss perfect has to pee. And you know she wouldn’t want her ride alongs to be a part of something like that.”
“That might be taking things too far,” Leak protested. But then she saw that Avery hadn’t heard her. She was already back in.
Bob was not complaining. He was enjoying the show. A beautiful, dark haired vixen in a cheerleader outfit was performing routines. What wasn’t there to love. He got to experience all five of her senses as she strutted and danced. But it was pretty mild stuff, especially compared to that erotic encounter earlier. He knew she wouldn’t be going much longer, because he could feel the girl’s full bladder. Some people loved to stream that sort of thing too, but he didn’t think Emily was that kind of girl.
He figured he was right as she finished her routine and relaxed a little. He felt the tension flow out of her, as she seemed like she was done and about to log out. She breathed hard, and he could feel her pulling deep draughts of air into her lungs. Then she waved to herself in the mirrored screen, and mouthed goodbye. Then she pressed the corner of the screen, and the World of Consciousness options came up. She went to press the log off button to stop the stream. She went to, but she didn’t actually press it. Her finger hovered directly over it, but it never made contact. She apparently thought she did, because her other hand minimized the screen, and she darted from the room.
As Bob continued to ride along, he felt a new urgency. It emanated from her groin, as she prepared to relieve herself. She thought she had logged off. But she hadn’t. This had become a pretty classic faux pas. One many a streamer had done, where they forgot to log off and then used the toilet. But Bob wondered if she had forgotten, because it sure seemed like she had attempted it.
As Emily entered the small bathroom and angled herself above the toilet, Bob felt her knees bend. At the same time, her thumbs slid her cheer skirt, skivvies, and panties down in one fluid motion. And then Bob felt something that he didn’t know could ever feel so erotic. He felt Emily’s bare ass touch the cold porcelain. He felt her release herself, and the pleasure that one feels as that internal pressure gives away. And he felt her hand reach for a piece of bath tissue, and wipe at the damp area, and then linger ever so slightly.
She stood up abruptly, and pulled her skirt back up in one smooth motion. As she flushed the toilet and went to wash her hands, Emily missed it, and so did Bob. Her cheer skirt was on. But her panties and skivvies remained on the floor. This was not her fault. Avery had held down the other garments with her foot, and Emily had thought she had pulled them all up. She had certainly meant to, but she hadn’t. She was focused on getting back to the monitor and looking at her statistics on the website.
But Emily would soon know something was very amiss, and it wouldn’t just be a draft about her legs. As she returned to her room, she saw her screen flashing that she had an incoming message. She picked up her phone and read it. It was from her boyfriend, Jim. He always rode along with her stream. It helped her feel close to him, knowing that he could feel what it was like to be her. He always complimented her in whatever she did. And now he probably wanted to come over and try to talk her out of her uniform.
But his message didn’t compliment her, or ask to come over and make out. It simply said three words. Three terrifying words. “You’re still streaming.”
She felt her heart quicken, and her breathing became short and shallow. Jim had to be messing with her. She’d kill him for that. But as her eyes went to her computer screen, she saw that World of Consciousness was minimized at the bottom of the screen. That couldn’t be right. She had logged off and then closed out of the browser. She knew she had. She told herself that a few more times as her finger touched the screen. As she dragged her finger upwards, the streaming website reappeared.
Her eyes darted across the screen, and she saw the horrible truth. She was definitely still logged in. And her followers had just been there when she… She shoved that thought out of her mind and looked at her numbers. She had indeed set a new record for herself, and more were logging on by the second. There was also a line of new comments making very explicit requests of her, the kind that get you suspended from streaming. As her finger dove for the log off button, she hoped the moderators hadn’t witnessed any of it. If they had, she hoped they could tell that it had been an accident.
As she hit the button, her eyes stayed on the numbers that continued to go up and up. She didn’t understand that. The number of ride alongs should have stopped increasing when she logged off. She had pressed the button, just like she swore she did last time. But they kept going. She looked at her finger, still hovering over the button, and tried to press it again. But then, for perhaps the first time, she saw that her finger never actually touched the screen.
And then her mind became alight with new fear, as she watched her finger, completely unbidden by her, initiate the screen’s mirror mode. She hadn’t meant to, or wanted to, do that. What she wanted was to stop streaming. More than anything, she wanted to stop, and to call her boyfriend, and maybe her parents. She wanted out, and away from the people that she knew could see and feel everything she was doing.
Instead of escaping from streaming, her body took a step back, and her face grinned menacingly in the mirrored surface. Her hand even gave herself a little wave. But his wasn’t her. She wasn’t doing any of it. Someone was making her do this. But how?
“I hope all of you enjoyed my bathroom break,” her voice said cheerily. “I know I don’t normally do stuff like that, but I’m feeling extra pervie today. So what should I do next?” She took a moment to look at some comments. “Wow, a lot of you are giving great suggestions. There’s some pretty kinky ideas in here too. It looks like a lot of you have been just waiting for me to slut it up! Well today’s your lucky day.”
Emily watched as her hand drifted up uniform on the side, and she felt only bare skin there. She wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt! Her hand let the skirt fall back down, but then she performed a quick circle that caused it to billow up around her. She had felt air all around her crotch and ass, and so had everyone else. Then she felt her hand cover her breasts and begin to alternately grope each one. Emily was sickened as she realized thousands of people were essentially feeling her up right now.
“I am a huge slut, you know,” Emily’s voice continued. “Don’t believe me? Well keep riding with me today, and I’ll show you how much. Feel free to invite more people too. Everyone at my school, everyone in this podunk town, hell, invite everyone in the country. I want them to see me, to feel how turned on I’m about to be with all of you inside me.”
Emily watched the corner of the screen that showed the numbers. They were spiking. Probably around the time she peed, a flood of invites had already gone out.
“But let’s not jump into the deep end right away,” her voice purred. “Let’s start with something small. Anyone got something they’d like to feel me do to this body?”
A comment popped up, and Emily knew that whoever was controlling her saw it, because her voice giggled, and then said, “Ice cube challenge. That’d be perfect.” Her fingers went back to her computer screen, and shared her display with every monitor in the house. Then she winked at herself and said, “Let’s go then.”
Her body whirled around and left her bedroom. Emily realized whoever this was knew the layout of her house, because she walked right to the kitchen. She strode with purpose towards the refrigerator, and opened the freezer. She pulled out the ice maker, and extracted a single cube. Emily had never done this challenge, as a streamer, or a ride along. But she knew what was supposed to happen. She was extremely relieved when her fingers put the ice cube onto the counter. It had been a bluff. Whoever it was only wanted to torture her with erotic possibilities, that was all.
Then Emily heard herself say, “We should do this right.” She opened a drawer and picked up the remote for the large kitchen monitor. She turned on the screen, and Emily’s reflection smiled back again.
Emily saw her arms cross and her fingers clutch her cheer top. She tried to fight it, tried to resist, but it was as if she was a ride along in her own body. The top came off over her head, revealing her boyfriend’s favorite leopard print bra. Whoever was controlling her took a second to make sure her hair was still perfect, and then she looked intently at the rolling comments in the corner of the screen.
“What’s that? I should lose the bra too? Well, yes, I guess that would help in this challenge. But the ice cube challenge is about feeling the goods, not seeing them. So excuse me while I turn around.”
Being as people had been there when she wiped her pussy, she wasn’t sure how much modesty she had left, but she was still glad that she wasn’t just getting naked for everyone to see. She felt her body turn from the monitor, then felt hands reach behind, and expertly unfasten her bra. It had to be a girl that had taken over her body. A guy would have struggled with it. And it had to be a girl that had been in her house several times, especially to know exactly where the kitchen remote was.
As her breasts became exposed, Emily felt her nipples stiffen a little at the change in temperature. She knew that everyone watching her stream could feel it as well. She feared they would soon feel much, much more.
Thankfully, her eyes drifted upwards so as not to see the large breasts that her boyfriend loved to try and touch all the time. She felt her fingers pick up the ice cube. They brought it up into her field of vision, and she looked at it for several seconds. Then she felt her tongue stick out, and she licked it. Emily sensed the cold in her mouth. She heard her tongue be much louder than normal, as whoever was controlling her made sure to click the sides of her mouth and repeatedly wet her lips. Finally, she heard herself say, “Ooh, that’s going to feel nice on my hot body.”
And then Emily couldn’t see the ice cube anymore, because she had closed her eyes. But she knew where it was going. She felt the cold, wet surface land on top of her collar bone, and begin to slide down. She did not expect the spike of arousal her body felt. It was betraying her. Whoever was in control was actually getting off on this. The ice cube reached the top of her right boob, and a tiny trickle of water raced ahead, sending a delicious chill down her spine.
Right before the cube got to the center of her voluptuous breast, it changed course, and began to make a circle around the edge of her areola. “Can everyone feel this? I can see why this challenge is so popular. I can’t believe I haven’t done it until now.”
The ice cube abruptly left her right boob, and the same journey was made on her left. The heat from her body was making it melt rapidly. It dropped from her grasp on the third trip around her left areola.
“Oh poo,” she whined, but then giggled. “Good thing there’s plenty more.”
Her eyes opened so she could see the refrigerator door handle. Her gaze was a little too low though for Emily’s liking. She couldn’t see her boobs, but could see the tips of two very erect nipples in her peripheral vision, which meant everyone else could too.
She felt her hands pluck out two ice cubes, and instead of waiting, both were shoved right onto both of her tits. Much to Emily’s dismay, this caused a spike of pleasure that rippled through her.
And then her body slowly turned and faced the monitor. Her hands barely contained her boobs, and her palms pressed the ice hard into her tits, making them feel both pleasure and pain.
“Oh, I see you’ve been busy inviting people,” her voice said in what Emily could have only described as that of a porn star. “Wow, over a million of you now. That didn’t take too long.”
Emily felt her fingers drum along the top of her boobs.
“I know what I said earlier, you know, about this challenge being about, like, feeling and not seeing. But you’ve all been an amazing audience so far, so I think it’s only fair if I let you get a peak, or maybe an eyeful.”
Slowly, painfully slowly, her hands came down, and two very stiff and pointy pink nipples came into view. Her fingers gave one of them a painful pinch. “Man, I really have a smoking body, don’t I? I bet I use it to lord over everyone and get people to do my bidding. Because that’s the kind of stuck up horny bitch I am.”
At these words, Emily knew it had to be Avery. She had called her a stuck up bitch yesterday. She had motive. She knew the layout of her house. It all made sense. Emily couldn’t believe Avery could stoop this low. She wanted to beg her to stop. But she couldn’t say anything.
As if the girl could read her thoughts, Emily’s voice said, “I know what you’re probably thinking. Someone should stop me, should keep me from ruining my stellar reputation as a perfect, homecoming queen type. But no one’s going to, because no one wants to. Look, even your… I mean, my boyfriend is still logged in. He’s seeing and feeling everything right now, aren’t you baby? I bet you’re so hard for me. I bet you want my hand to go down here, don’t you?” she asked as she bit her lip and dropped a hand below her skirt to the place she knew was plenty wet and ready. As a cold finger made its way into her pussy, she panted, “Can all of you feel that? This girl wants it. It’s a pity there’s no one to-”
In one of those cataclysmic moments of timing, Emily heard the front door open. In her current lack of clothing, her instinct told her to drop down to the floor and hide behind the counter. She wanted to race back to her room. She wanted to put her fucking bra on! But her body didn’t care about her instinct, and did none of those things. Instead, her hand calmly picked up the remote, and turned the kitchen monitor off.
“Who’s there?” her voice asked innocently.
“It’s me,” a male voice answered.
Emily wanted to die. It was Mike, her loser step brother. He was home from work. He had dropped out of college a year ago and he had come back to live with them. He had taken a job at a factory, one where he had to do a lot of lifting, and had developed a lot of muscle. This was something Avery had commented on more than once when she had been over. He had flirted back a little, but as far as Emily knew, nothing more had ever happened. These were things she knew, but didn’t care about right then. All she cared about was finding a place to hide forever, or at the very least cover up her body. She hoped Avery was done. She had had her fun, but now it should be over.
Emily’s body, however, still did not move. “Come to the kitchen, Mike,” her voice invited sweetly.
No one could hear her, but as a ride along in her own body, Emily was screaming in protest as Mike walked into the kitchen.
“What’s up, Em-” was as far as he got. His mouth fell open and his eyes weren’t the only thing that bulged as he took in the sight of her.
With her hands still covering her ample breasts, she looked at him with a predatory smile and said, “Hey Mike.”
After Mike’s brain rebooted, he realized he was full on leering at his step sister. He turned around and faced the wall and stammered, “Why are you walking around naked?”
“I was doing a stream, big brother,” she replied innocently. “The ice cube challenge. Have you heard of it?”
Mike had. He’d never experienced it. That wasn’t really his thing. But he knew what it entailed. “Are you kidding me right now? Mom and dad would kill you if they knew you were streaming that! And aren’t you supposed to keep your shirt on when you do that?”
As he was talking, he hadn’t heard her approach. Before he knew what was happening, she grabbed the back of his sweaty work shirt and lifted it up, exposing his muscular back. As soon as his skin was exposed, she said, “But then you couldn’t feel these.”
Mike felt two hard tips mingle with his sweaty back, and then two mounds of softness followed them. His breath caught as he understood that her boobs were mashed against his skin. He went to step forward, but her arms clung to him. He felt her nose press against his upper back, and heard her sniff him.
He smelled like a man who had been doing hard labor all day. “You need a shower bro,” she teased. “You stink.”
“I…yeah, I was going to, uh, you should let me go.”
She held him. He didn’t try to break away. Avery knew that Mike must be loving the feel of Emily’s body against his, step sister or no. That meant she had him. “Are you just going to wash your body?”
Mike gulped. “That’s, yeah, that was the plan.”
A hand went down and wrapped around his hard dick. She began to stroke it through his jeans. “Are you sure that’s all you’re going to do?”
Mike ignored the thrill that ran through his body, and spun around. He put his hands on Emily’s shoulders, and pushed her a step back. His eyes briefly took in her exposed boobs before finding her face. He needed to focus on her eyes.
“What’s gotten into you?” he snapped.
Her seductive smile did not falter as she placed one of her hands over his, and slowly, deliberately, dragged it down to her boobs. “I think the better question is, who would like to get into me?” And then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Her lips meant resistance at first. But as her tongue darted out and wet Mike’s lips, they parted as well, and her tongue was given full access. Emily’s eyes closed, but a growing audience didn’t mind. They felt a body that was on fire with lust. A heart that beat faster. Hot, wet mouths colliding. The feeling of a strong arm that began to caress and squeeze wherever it could reach.
Even as Mike’s hands groped Emily’s body, he tried to voice reason between kisses. “We can’t do this.”
Emily’s hands unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. As she pulled down the top of his underwear, a throbbing cock sprang out. “Wow! I think we can. See. You’re all ready.” She slipped a hand under her skirt, and then brought it out and showed him two wet fingers. “I’m all ready too.” She put them in her mouth and sucked on her juices.
He gaped at her, but still threw out another line of defense. “Our parents will be home soon.”
She put her freshly lubricated hand on his dick and stroked it. “Well then you’d better hurry it up.”
He stared unbelievingly, and then asked one last, lingering question. “I thought you hated me?”
“I’ll go back to hating you later,” she smiled. She spun around and leaned against the kitchen counter. Then she flipped up her skirt, aiming a soaking wet pussy right at him. “Now are you going to fuck me or what?”
Every bit of rationale telling Mike this was a bad idea was shoved into a mental box and buried forever. He lowered his jeans and underwear enough to step out of them, then grabbed Emily’s hips. He steadied her, then guided his cock into her tight opening. She gasped, and wasn’t the only one, as over ten million experienced the penetration.
Avery felt Mike go in as far as he was able from his position. It wasn’t enough. She swung one of Emily’s legs all the way up onto the counter, an easy feat of dexterity for her. She was spread even wider for him now. Emily’s voice gave an appreciative moan as Mike entered her again, even deeper than before.
Mike started off gentle at first, but as his need for her grew, he squeezed her harder, pounded her faster. The fatigue he came home with after a long day’s work vanished, and his muscles found a new reservoir of energy. His step sister wanted to tease him and act like a slut, he’d give her what she had coming.
A thought occurred to him a few minutes in as his balls began to tighten. Was she still streaming? There was no way. She wouldn’t do anything so brazenly stupid. Something like that would wreck her life. But what if she were? What if people were riding along inside as he plowed his step sister? That thought frightened him, but also added to the pleasure. It drove him even deeper, harder, faster.
“That’s right, give it to me!” Emily’s voice demanded. “Fuck me bro! Give it to your horny sister! I’m such a slut! I always have been! I pretend to be perfect, but this is all I think about! Getting railed by you and anyone else with a massive dick like yours.”
Mike interrupted her with a warning. “I’ve got to pull out or I’m going to-”
“Don’t you fucking dare! Leave it in! I want to feel you drip out of me!”
“Oh. Oh!” was Mike’s only rebuttal.
Emily felt it. The quickened throb of Mike’s cock as his seed painted her insides. The sudden warmth that filled her womb. The intense, primal pleasure it gave every part of her body. She hated it, and hated how much her body loved it.
She brought her leg down, and a trickle of spunk ran down her inner thigh. She grinned at him, then hopped up on the counter. Her bare ass felt the cold of the marble surface. Avery knew she had stayed longer than she should. She needed to get out. But she had been near the mountain top, and thought she could reach the summit with minimal effort.
“You’re not done, bro.”
Mike was panting now. His strength was fading. He wanted to sit down. “Look. I’m sorry. That should have never happened.”
“Oh we’re way past sorry,” she challenged. “Now get me off or I tell mom and dad.”
Mike heard her say this, and it sounded wrong in his ears. She never called his father “dad.” She always called him Kurt. Always had since he had married Emily’s mom. It was a fleeting thought that he would dwell on later, but right then, her threat got the majority of his attention.
“Really?” he asked skeptically. “You’d tell our parents what we just did?”
“Only if you don’t finish what you started,” she said as she spread her legs.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at her, wondering what had gotten into her today. Then he said, “Fuck it I guess.”
He began to kiss her again, and fondled her with one hand, while his other made its way to her pussy. His fingers slipped inside at first, and after pumping them in and out of her several times, he withdrew them and found her clit. He rubbed her gently for a minute, and then applied more force. She began to tremble in his hands.
“Oh yeah! Right there!” she said appreciatively as her butt squirmed on the counter. “Oh this body feels so good.”
Mike thought that was an odd thing to say, but made no comment. He was focused on the task at hand. As her breathing sped up, and her moans grew louder, he leaned closer and put his mouth on one of her tits. Then he gently bit down with his teeth. That sent her over the edge, and she cried out, shook and spasmed, then finally collapsed into his arms.
He held her for a few seconds, then said firmly, “Okay, uh, I’ll clean the counter and you put some clothes on.”
She leaned forward and pointed towards his crotch. “But look who got all excited again.”
Mike looked. Sure enough. Fingerbanging his step sister had got him all worked up. “I, I’ll be fine. We need to-”
“Take me to the couch,” she ordered sweetly.
“I’m not going to-”
“I’ll tell our parents,” she sang as she let the skirt drop to the floor. Fully naked, she hopped down and led him by the dick into the living room, where she laid down onto the couch. “C’mon. Right here.”
Over fifteen million people watched as Mike looked her up and down. They could feel the conflict roiling inside of him. The good sense to pack it up and walk away. The trapped feeling of what might happen if he didn’t do what she said. And the desire to be back inside her hot body again. Since it seemed the pros outweighed the cons, he positioned himself on top of her, and easily slid back inside.
Her pussy welcomed his cock like an old friend. Mike took it slower this time, partially because he was tired, but also because his dick was in no hurry. They kissed and fondled each other as they pleased. He found that she loved to grab his ass with both hands and try to pull him in as far as he could go. Several minutes later, she came before he did. As she cried out in bliss, he followed suit. Then he collapsed on top of her, and they both lay there panting for breath.
Then for the second time that day, Emily knew the worst kind of terror as the front door opened again.
Mike heard it and tried to bolt. But Emily’s arms grasped him and refused to let go. “What the hell!” he hissed. “If they see us, we’re dead! Let me get clothes on and you run to your room!”
But it was as if he were talking to a brick wall. She just smiled at him, and held on to him like an anchor.
Emily’s mother saw them first. She shrieked, which brought her father quickly to her side. His face went red, and he looked like he was about to yell or throw something, but before he got the chance, Emily heard herself gush, “Hey Mom and Dad, I think you should know, Mike and I are in love! Isn’t that great?”
A few seconds later, Avery was laughing her ass off, and asking if Leah had seen it all go down. She had, but couldn’t answer because she was laughing too.
As she wiped away tears, Avery wondered aloud, “Oh man! You think Emily’s parents are going to let her live?”
“Well we can find out,” Leah shouted. “She’s still streaming.”
Emily suddenly found that she was back in control of her body. Just in time for her to get the reaming of a lifetime. She tried to defend herself, to yell that it wasn’t her. Someone had been making her do this.
Her step father had laughed mockingly at that, and sarcastically asked his son, “Was someone making you fuck your sister?”
“Step sister,” Emily corrected. And that had made both parents yell at the same time, and louder than before.
Eventually she was allowed to leave. She wrapped the blanket her mother had covered her with tighter around her body, and trudged back to her room. When she saw her monitor, she realized she was still streaming. Her numbers had peaked at just over twenty million ride alongs. They had rapidly declined around the time her parents started yelling, but she wondered if any who stayed would believe what she had said about not being in control.
She also saw that her account had been flagged. The second she stopped streaming, she would be banned for some arbitrary period of time. That was alright with her. She doubted she’d ever stream again.
Bob had exited when the parents started yelling, but he had needed time to clean up. He had ejaculated in his jeans, and there was a large wet spot on his crotch. He grabbed a dirty pair of jeans from the laundry room. Comparatively, they were not dirty in the slightest. He wore them sans underwear, and then smoothed his shirt down. Then he strode towards his daughter’s room.
Avery and Leah were still laughing and celebrating over destroying the life of their former friend. Bob knew what they had done. He wanted to ground her forever for doing something like that. But he wanted something else even more. He didn’t knock, but shoved the door open and stepped into Avery’s room.
“Avery, I just got a call from the school,” he lied. “Someone came forward about you giving a boy a handjob in the parking lot. You’re grounded.”
Avery’s face went red. Leah scrambled to her feet and looked at Bob for permission to leave. He stood aside so she could go, and she didn’t hesitate.
“Dad, I-”
“I don’t want to hear it! I’m very disappointed in you. Now give me your phone.”
Avery looked stricken at that command. “But-”
“Now!” Bob bellowed.
She picked it up off her bed and looked at the screen, then touched it with her thumb. “Real quick, let me just-”
But he snatched it from her before she could do anything, and stomped out of the room. He went into his bedroom and locked the door. He opened the phone screen and opened her files. There it was. There was the program that would give him control of another person’s senses. It was his. He could use it to take over any streamer. The possibilities washed over him.
He’d call in sick tomorrow. He’d make a day of it. The world and every streamer in it was his to command. Who would he use it on first?
The end