Page 28 of Off Limits

He had a tip counter in the bottom corner of the screen, and it had been steadily creeping higher the more he said. I knew people had a thing for stepsiblings, and I had no idea how much each token or whatever they tipped with was worth, but he was getting a ton of them the more he talked about me.

“Yeah, I still think about it,” Dex said, his casual tone bringing my attention back to the show. “Want to know a secret?” He shot the camera a lazy grin that did things to my insides. “You know what to do if you want to hear it.”

The tip counter jumped considerably, and my eye was drawn to Dex’s crotch and the noticeable bulge there. He thanked a bunch of the users who’d tipped, but I barely heard their names as I waited for him to tell his secret.

“He’s not just the first guy I fucked,” Dex said, leaning closer to the camera and dropping his voice like he was sharing state secrets with his audience. “He’s the only guy I’ve had sex with.”

I nearly dropped my phone.

The hell? That couldn’t be true, could it?

My super-hot, superstar athlete stepbrother hadn’t fucked a guy in four years?

“I’ve done other stuff with guys, but he’s the only one I’ve had sex with.” He shrugged. “I was in a situation for a while where I had to hide my sexuality. Discreet hookups were about all I could risk for years, but I also didn’t meet anyone I wanted more than a BJ or a handie with, so it wasn’t like I was suffering. And I’m bi, so I still had sex, just not with men.”

His words echoed in my mind.I was in a situation for a while where I had to hide my sexuality.

Dex had gone to a Catholic college. I’d never thought about how that might affect his ability to be out, even with the school having a policy of inclusion and acceptance of LGBT students. Was that why he’d had to hide that he was bi?

Dex chuckled as he read something. “You guys really want us to cam together. But since that’s not happening, how about we get things started?”

More comments flowed through the chat as Dex tapped on his keyboard a few times. Some green text reading “take off shirt” popped up, and a new counter appeared in the bottom corner of his image that looked like a countdown instead of a counter like before.

“I don’t think I’ll be talking about our first time tonight,” Dex said with a chuckle. “I’m still not over how I was talking about him on Saturday and he came home and caught me with my dick out. I’m half convinced I somehow summoned him by talking about him so much.”

Half in a daze, I exited his room and went to a search engine to look up what the tokens people tipped him with were worth and how much he got to take home.

Once I found the info, I did some mental math to convert the tokens to dollars, then took off the site’s cut.

Jesus H. Christ.

Just to be sure I hadn’t made a mistake, I opened the calculator on my phone to double-check my numbers.

Nope. I was right. Dex had made almost eighty bucks just from sitting there and talking to his audience fully clothed, and it looked like he had certain thresholds he needed to hit before he’d even get naked and start jerking off.

Was that typical for him? Or was today an anomaly? And if he’d made that much in the first twenty minutes just talking, how much did he clear at the end of his shows?

A part of me wanted to tune back into his show so I could see how it worked and how much he made, but I was self-aware enough to realize that was a terrible idea. I’d already spent the past few days fighting my attraction to him and picturing him naked every time I looked at him. Actually seeing him on camwould only make it harder to get over whatever the fuck was going on with me.

Was any of what he’d said true? Did he really think I was hot? Was I really the only guy he’d fucked? Did he still think about that night? Did he really want to do it again?

Blowing out a breath, I leaned back in my seat and stared out into the darkness, my mind spinning with everything I’d just learned.

But even with all the truth bombs he’d dropped, the one that I couldn’t shake, the one that was louder than all the others, was that he thought I was hot.

No one had ever called me that, and after so many years of being ragged on for being different, I’d assumed no one ever would.

Had he meant it?

And why did I care if he did or not?

I should never have tuned in to his show. It wasn’t like I could ask him about anything he’d said, and now I was just going to drive myself crazy thinking about it when it was probably just cam talk.

Why did I give a flying fuck what he thought of me when I didn’t give a shit about anyone else’s opinion?

That night four years ago had been a mistake, and I’d assumed I was the only one who still thought about it. But if what he said tonight was true, then we shared another secret. I might be the only guy he’d slept with, but he was also the only one I’d slept with too.

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