Page 21 of Off Limits

A bunch of suggestions appeared in the chat, along with a tip request from a username I didn’t recognize.

jayjay: are you gay?

“Thank you, JayJay. I’m bi.”

My sexuality was in my bio, along with my height and relationship status, but that didn’t stop people from asking me about them multiple times a show.

Another tip request appeared on screen.

Falcon40: tell us about the first time you fucked a guy

“Thank you, Falcon. You want to hear about the first time I fucked a guy?” I asked my audience, still lazily stroking myself.

This was one of the most popular stories people asked for, and even my regulars seemed to enjoy hearing me repeat it.

“I was nineteen,” I said, ignoring the little flutter that tickled my chest as the memories of that night came flooding back to me. “And I was home from college for Christmas break.”

Heat moved through my stomach and down to my balls as my body tightened. I always got a little hot and bothered when I told this story, but this was way more intense than usual.

“Do you know who it was with?” I asked the chat, loosening my grip on my cock and slowing my strokes so they were teasing instead of pleasurable.

Several of my regulars answered immediately.

carluver: ur stepbro!

noturex: your stepbrother

FelonE: stepbrother!!!

More tips came in as the chat exploded with comments.

That night was probably the biggest mistake I’d ever made, but people loved hearing about it. The only time I ever talked about it, or even let myself think about it, was while I was on cam.

“That’s right, it was with my stepbrother,” I confirmed. “He’s a year younger than me. We were teenagers when we became stepbrothers. Nope. It only happened that one time.” I answered their questions as they came through the chat.

“He’s actually my roommate right now,” I said when several people asked if we still saw each other and if we were close. “But it’s not like that. He needed a place to stay, and I was his only option. We don’t really get along. Never have.”

One of the best pieces of advice I’d read when I was looking into camming was to always be authentic and to not lie to my audience. People were more willing to tune in to shows and tip if they felt a connection to the cammer, and it was hard to form a parasocial relationship with people if they continuously caught you in lies.

I had no problems embellishing things or twisting details to make sure no one could parse together any personal information about me or the people I talked about on here, but I didn’t outright lie unless I had to.

“He’s out right now,” I said when several people asked if he was home. “No, he doesn’t know I do this.”

Comments asking for more details filled the chat.

“You want to know more about that night?” I asked playfully. “If so, you know what to do,” I added as the chat blew up with people saying yes.

The tip chime went crazy as my audience obliged.

The one thing I didn’t like about this cam site was how you couldn’t turn the tip chime off or even mute it without shutting down the feature that highlighted tips in bright red and made them easier to spot among the black text of the chat.

A sound caught my attention as the tips slowed and there was a break in the chiming. Was that the front door closing?

Shit. Was Asa home?

Panic filled my chest, and my mind went utterly blank as my body sort of glitched out. I sat there, stunned, as the world around me narrowed and time seemed to slow down as my heart pounded and my stomach dropped into my feet.

Another sound from the hallway filtered through my door, and my chest tightened to the point that I couldn’t pull in a full breath.

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