Caring is Cold Comfort Pt. 04

Basically, my job was to pretend that the camera was the viewer sitting at home (or wherever) watching me from the precise angle the camera was. I walked up to it and knelt to eye level. "Back up a few steps and try it," he instructed. I did; and let my legs part slightly as I bent my knees, and I could see, even with the substandard lighting, as an overt flash of the black thong I wore under the dress was revealed.

"Nice, you want to practice some more?"

"Nah, all the outfits I have to wear, might as well start now. By the way, this camera looks expensive, where did you get it from?"

He was back at his laptop, typing away. He looked up. "Oh, I borrowed it from my parents. Don't worry I got my own memory card for it, nothing we do here will be saved on it."

I smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "Why, did you tell your parents you were going to use their camera to get kinky with your girl?" He sputtered and I let him off the hook. Still, I felt compelled to ask him, "so, if you went back home did you see Bobbi? Have you two talked yet?"

"I told them the camera was for a school project. Bobbi, um-" he looked pensive, "Thanksgiving is next week, I'll be there for part of the day, maybe longer. We'll see how things go. After that though, I was wondering if I could get invited to your place, I want to meet your parents."

"Aww," I couldn't help myself, I felt warm and light, "this mean we are getting serious." I held my hand up before he could reply. "No worries, I'll get you an invitation, but you have to promise me you'll talk to Bobbi and straighten things out. It's tearing me up seeing you two not resolve this."

"I'll try, but no promises." He returned his attention back to his laptop.

'Ah well,' I thought, 'was worth a shot.' "Alright Bubba, start recording." He gave me a thumbs up and I waved at the camera.

"Hello, welcome to Kitten's clothing reviews. As time goes on, I'll do videos on make-up, life style advice, even some of my daily routines and work outs. Today though, I want to model my outfits for the week. I hope you enjoy the show." I waved again and winked before turning around slowly.

Once I was certain I had all angles covered, I faced the camera again and held out my palm. This would be where Bubba would list the brand names of the clothing I had on, the price, and the store it was purchased from. It was a nice way to demonstrate that I was doing an actual review. Then I stepped forward, leaned over and pushed my necklace closer to the camera.

A slight turn of my head allowed me to see the display on my laptop. 'Yep, you can see down my dress.' I smiled. "I really like this necklace," I murmured. "I hope you like looking at it too." I turned my head further to show off my earrings. "I think this jewelry goes well with this dress."

I stood up and took a couple of steps back. "Oops, can't forget the heels." I giggled as I lifted my left leg and pulled my stiletto off my foot, this caused my skirt to rise and expose my panties almost completely. I showed off my shoe and had to pick up my leg and flash the camera again as I put the footwear back on.

I straightened up and had to tug my skirt down, I used too much force and a good bit of my areolas peeked out up top, nearly half an inch on each side. They were close in color to the dress so I knew most people wouldn't notice, except the perverts. Bubba assured me that they always saw everything. I smiled and waved.

"Cut." Bubba was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He wiped his face off before he spoke. "Get your next outfit." I waited for a critique and heaps of praise; but he went back to work at his laptop. I put my hands on my hips. "Hmmph!" I started to tell him that he better understand how lucky he was, there were plenty of guys at school who would kill to see the show I was putting on. 'Why just a while back Robert Darby saw, something...' my thoughts trailed off as I failed to find the memory. 'Anyway, what does it matter, that's my man there, it's my job to make sure he's happy.' With that, I swished my way back into the bedroom to try on the next outfit.

The following two outfits were rather plain affairs, no point making it obvious what I was doing and getting de-platformed as a result. Bubba said the trick to this was keeping enough legit content to keep it popular with some people but always sprinkle in some exposure to keep that vast audience of voyeurs coming back as well. Given how wet just that display had made me, I knew that some of these fashion bloggers were getting a little extra out of the deal.

The final outfit was a white blouse with my white yoga pants. As soon as I walked into the living room Bubba whistled and I knew this was what he had been waiting for. Part of me felt torn, sure it looked hot and it pleased him, and therefore, me. Lately, however, I had been confronting some serious doubts about myself and my body and these pants were thelast thing I felt like wearing.

The genuine joy in his smile helped, but the pure, smoldering hunger in his eyes as he looked at me is what convinced me to do it. Once we hit play, I did the same spiel as before, only on occasion when I would turn the bottom of my blouse would part enough the full outline of my camel toe was showing. After that, the conclusion was equally as exhibitive, as I leaned over yet again to reveal my necklace, only not enough buttons on my blouse were closed.

Add to that the sneaky fact (something Bubba had learned in his studies online in down blouse techniques) that a low cut shirt combined with an over-sized bra meant that at the angle I leaned over; the camera saw down not only into my blouse, but past my bra as well. It was only a brief glimpse, something more obvious would trigger the deletion of this video, but anyone with a working knowledge of the pause button would see my breasts, my areolas, my nipples.

I stood straight and waved. "Thanks for watching, bye." I blew a kiss and kept waving.

"Cut," he said with a laugh.

I turned towards him. "That going to finish this up?" Instead of answering me, he rushed me. I was swept up in his arms and he carried me towards the bedroom. "Wait there, big boy. First, you promised to hypnotize me when we made this video. Then we fuck after that."

"Hell, Kace- "

"Call me Kitten!" He could tell from my tone he was starting to piss me off.

"Sorry, Kitten. You're right, a promise is a promise. You can go change if that will make you feel more comfortable, otherwise just try to relax on the couch." After I sat down; he joined me, I just looked him over and folded my arms across my chest.

He tried to charm me with a smile at first, then he began to hum. After I got tired of him looking antsy and jittery, I relented. It seemed difficult, even this little protest. My inclination was just to make him happy, but I also knew this was important, I wanted it more than anything else. The problem was I couldn't figure out how to do both, so I was taking it out on Bubba, and it wasn't his fault. "Okay, I forgive you, this time," I told him.

"Thank you, Kitten. I won't break my word again." He reached over and took my hands into his. We stared at each other until his mouth opened and he spoke. I went to sleep.

Bubba brought me back slowly, when I became cognizant; I felt, light and warm. "Wow," I told him. "I feel great."

He nodded and moved closer on the couch. I looked down and saw my legs were crossed in a lotus pose. "I meditated while under hypnosis?"

"Well, more or less just went through the form, which, in those tights, I definitely appreciated." I laughed along with him. "The main purpose was to practice cutting out distractions and increasing your focus. Wasn't hard actually, given your personality."

I looked at the bulge in his lap. "I see something that is hard though."

"Yeah," he smiled then looked away. "Kace, Kitten, about this hypnotism stuff, the reason why things went sour with Bobbi... I enjoy it too much. Whenever I had either of you hypnotized; I found it nearly impossible to control myself. There were times I couldn't."

I leaned towards him. "Like what? Tell me," my tone of voice changed.

He wouldn't meet my eye. "The first night you were here, I had you under, I- "I held his chin and forced him to look at me. "I had you sleep through while I undressed you. I played with you." His voice cracked. "I fingered you, and other stuff."

The metal bedframe under the couch cushions dug into my knees as I straddled him. I kissed him and saw the light return to his eyes as he noticed my smile. "That's so fucking hot," I told him as I pressed my tits into his chest. Only his clothing and my extremely thin yoga pants separated us from grinding into each other. I smiled my sly smile, the one only ever shown to my lovers. "Did you jam that hog of yours down my throat too?"

"Yes," he whispered.

I slid off him and began to unbutton his pants. He eventually caught on and lifted his ass up and helped me to disrobe him. I started to get on my knees when he stopped me.

"Take the pants off, unless you want to keep them, I was going to return them," he told me.

"After this, I think I'll have earned this new wardrobe," I chuckled and gave the head of his cock a lick. I then ran my tongue up and down the shaft, moaning along before I switched and began to massage under the head with my hands. I took the tip in my mouth and let my tongue dance across it as I bobbed my head up and down in time with my hands.

Bubba grabbed my hair and pushed me down further until he hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex held off and I breathed through my nose as I took one hand off his dick and used it to massage his balls. He began to gasp, and I felt his muscles tense as he came in my mouth. I swallowed his salty load before I reclined my head on his lap. I felt compelled to say something then, which he must not have heard.

"What did you say," he asked as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"I said don't feel guilty, you never have to ask permission to take what's yours, Bubba."

He lifted my head and pressed his hands on the sides of my face as he stared at me. He scooted me over and stood while pulling his pants up. "That may be, but I made a promise to myself. I'm sorry Kacy."

I opened my mouth to correct him, but he cut me off. "Maybe that's what's broken between Bobbi and me. Thursday when I am back at the house, I owe her an apology too. You both may love me, but I gotta at least like me also. C'mon," he stuck his hand out to help me up. We walked towards the bedroom. "I'll show you the pictures and videos I took of you without your permission." I stopped walking. "What?" He looked surprised.

"You don't owe me an explanation, and you don't have to justify anything. I knew you were a perv the first time I caught you looking down my shirt years ago, and I'm still here. You need to understand what that says about me, before you do something stupid in your chivalry and screw this up." I let go of his hand. "The only pictures and videos I want to talk about are the ones you have planned to make the rest of the day, starring yours truly." I folded my arms and smirked.

Bubba had fire in his eyes. He snorted. He walked up and loomed over me. It wasn't menacing per se, he was so big I'm sure he didn't understand the impact his presence had when he was that close, mostly though, it turned me on. "Mmmrreow."

He laughed, scooped me in the air and put me over his shoulder, his hand was roaming over my ass. "Fine, you will do a 'titty drop' video next," he said as he grabbed the camera with his other hand. His strength always surprised me, he carried me like it was nothing.

I looked back at him and ducked my head to avoid banging into a door jamb. "What's a 'titty drop'?"

He laughed. "You have much to learn about the kinky side of the internet, young padawan."

Bubba's Point Of View

First, my eyes scanned for the time stamps. ":57" "1:22" "4:35" were a few. Next were the comments, many alongside said timestamps. Most of them were variations of "you can see her nips," or "Love your panties," "those heels look good on your feet," and "killer CT shot" CT means Camel Toe, for the uninitiated, a term which made me laugh whenever I recalled the first time I encountered it. So many fetishes, so little time.

Of course there were plenty of compliments too. "Love you," and "thank you for the show, beautiful," and "you are perfect". But then there were the others, it was the internet after all, which made me equally hard. Such as "lol phat cat," and "you're hot but your boobs look weird," except they misspelled weird. Typical anonymous online critics.

That was just the reaction to Kacy's clothing review, as seen on my phone while I sat out in the driveway. The more direct videos we had taken, well those were posted elsewhere, and I wasn't going to pull them up right then and there. Although the thought of looking at her exposed and reading people's reactions before I broke bread with her father sustained my erection even more.

Before that meeting, however, I had to meet with my own parents, and my sex starved younger sister. I was dreading it, but it had to be done. I replayed my favorite part of the video where she tugged her dress down and the fringe of her areolas slipped out, that time stamp had the second most positive support, after her CT flash. I knew my people would see it and know it for what it was. I waited for my erection to die down and then got out and began to walk towards my house.

I had my guard up before I even made it through the door. My suspicions were confirmed as soon as I saw her. She ran up to me, arms outstretched. She wasn't wearing a bra under her navy blue sweater. "Bubba," she squealed as she damn near tackled me at the front door. I could feel her nipples harden as she jammed them into my abdomen.

I was immediately reminded of the afternoon at the pool when she had used subliminal messages on me then rubbed her boobs all over me. It seemed like ages ago, back when I was naïve and innocent. 'Pfft,' I told myself as Bobbi pressed her titties against me, 'sell that shit somewhere else.' I looked down to see her smiling up at me, the lust readily apparent in her big, dark eyes. 'I knew, deep down, I've always known.' Honesty hurts. I leaned away from her embrace.

"Don't. Please." The hurt was plain in her voice. I nodded no. She pressed in harder, her hands began to slide towards my crotch. I grabbed them and held them as I stepped away from her. Her head tilted down as she continued to look up at me. "I'm sorry Bubba," she whispered, "for what I did, for how I did it. But I'll never be sorry for wanting you. We were meant to be."

Dad yelled at the TV from the living room. I let go of her hands, folded my arms across my chest and waited. She started to reach for me again, then brought her hand back. I must admit part of me was thrilled by this. I was never popular with girls; and having two beauties throw themselves at me was quite an ego boost, at the same time Bobbi was my little sister and she was hurting, it was time to fix this.

"We'll talk," I told her as I stepped past her. She looked at me like I was a tall glass of water and she was dying of thirst. It was unnerving, I wasn't used to that kind of attention; never mind the fact that it wasn't proper for my little sister to... 'oh shut the fuck up already,' I thought as I shook my head. 'You know part of you wants her too.'

The television in the living room was blaring the game, which threw me off for a minute, because I thought those teams had played the weekend before, but I wasn't a football fan so I supposed I could be wrong. I could smell the turkey baking in the kitchen, along with the sounds of mom's favorite 80's pop song blaring away. Dad saw me and stood up. I noticed for the first time that I was taller than him. He stuck his hand out. "Put it there, son."

We shook hands and he nodded towards the kitchen. "Your mom's waiting, and a word of advice, as long as you are in the area, don't be a stranger again. I know you said you didn't have time to talk when you borrowed the camera and that's fine with me. Your mom misses you though," he clamped down and I felt the bones in my hand protest mightily before he let go. "All a man has in this world that's worth a damn thing is family, never forget that." Lesson delivered.

"I'm sorry," I said and meant it. I knew that this would be tough. I had avoided talking to my parents as much as possible. I don't believe they knew anything, but they had to have noticed that Bobbi stopped hanging out at my place and I stopped coming over here. All I had to say for myself was the truth.

"Hi mom," I found her by the fridge, her hands were loaded with rolls that I assumed she would start toasting soon. My stomach growled as soon as I saw them.

"James," she smiled and sat everything she was holding down to give me a hug. "I missed you." She looked around, her voice became low, despite the loud wireless speaker over the stove. "Everything alright? You're not doing that reefer are you?"

I chuckled in response. "No mom, I got a girlfriend is all." I knew my smile was infectious, she caught it.

"Oh, must be serious, look at you levitating above us mere mortals. Well, that explains a lot." She smoothed out her slacks. "Is the lucky girl here, do I get to meet her?"

"No ma'am, sorry." I almost told her it was Kacy, who had spent so many nights over here back in the day, she was practically family at this point. "She's with her folks today, but soon, I promise."

"I intend for you to keep that promise. Ok buster, unless you have improved greatly as a cook, I have to get this stuff going. So, I'll need you to keep your hands at your sides and slowly walk- " I grabbed one of the rolls and ran out of the kitchen. "Slow down," she shouted after me.

I thought about sitting down with my dad and watching the game, but I knew Bobbi was waiting for me in her room and it was time for me to repair the damage done. I knocked on her door and, once I heard her tell me to enter, I found her sitting on her bed, she was clutching one of her old stuffed animals. She grabbed the remote and turned her TV down.

She didn't look like she had been crying but I could tell our brief interaction had her feeling down. Still, she stood and smiled for me. She held out her arms for a hug. I stepped towards her.

"And the award goes to Ashley." Her eyes became glassy. I sat her back down on her bed. "Ashley, nod your head if you can hear me." She did, I continued. "Are you playing any subliminals?"

"No." With that answer I relaxed, and immediately noticed how her nipples poked through the fabric of her sweater.

'Jesus Christ,' I thought, fuming at myself, 'as soon as I put her under, I want to fuck her. And it isn't subliminals, its all me.' I thought of how I hurt her and the guilt hit me then. It was my fault. 'Sure, she fucked with my head, but I want her.'

I grabbed the hem of her sweater and raised it. I trembled as I recalled the sight of her huge areolas exposed in the pool. My mouth watered as I relived the taste of her succulent nipples on the couch afterwards. This, this was beyond just desire, this was my hypno-fetish kicking in on top of that desire. I looked at her, and I didn't see my sister.

I saw a piece of meat, and I hungered.

Still I had one more question. The change in Kacy...

"Did you use subliminals on Kacy?"

"Yes," her answer sounded robotic.

"Why,' I stopped myself from snarling. I pulled her top up higher, much more and she'd show more than her toned tummy.

"To help her improve herself." Great, now I felt awful. I all but accused Bobbi of brain washing her best friend while she tried to do was help her. At the same time, I barged in her room, put her under, and was just about to flash her titties. Suddenly I wondered if I had locked the door.