Page 94 of Cam Girl

Ten minutes ago, Aiden cleared his throat like he had something he wanted to discuss.

His eyes darted to me, then to Tase, and he let out a sigh, adjusting his seat in the chair.

Tase jerked his chin toward me but was looking at Aiden. “Go on. Spit out whatever it is.”

We all knew the signs.

Aiden scrubbed a hand across his scalp. “I’m not sure this is the right time,” he hedged.

I groaned, a pit opening up in my chest. “Dude, whatever you have to say, fucking say it.”

So Aiden told us about his findings. The cam girl work.

He’d found Gilli online by accident, scrolling through a newer phone app he’d just installed, modeled after OnlyFans. According to her profile, she’d been active for a few months.

“It’s not her.” Tase was immediately insistent. He went straight to the defensive. “She’d never do something like that.”

“And how do you know?” I asked him. “Are you best fucking friends now?”

Aiden sighed and pulled out his phone to deliver proof. “Don’t believe me? See for yourself.”

“Dude, please don’t tell me you saved a video,” Tase moaned.

A few swipes, a few clicks, and Aiden held the cell up with the video playing.

At first my eyes landed anywhere else but the small screen. I growled, forcing myself to look, to listen as he turned the volume up loudly enough for us to hear the voice.

Some kind of digital filter obscured the woman’s face, but she lay on her side, crooking a finger to the camera, and those hips were…familiar.

“How do you know it’s Gillian?” My lips twisted into a snarl. “You’ve got no way to prove it’s her.”

And what’s with the username?CumeraShy1?Seriously?

Aiden cleared his throat before his gaze darted back to the screen. The woman shifted to her back with her hand massaging her bare pussy.

Fuck, I shouldn’t have looked.

I hadn’twantedto look.

Hadn’t wanted to see my little stepsister, if that was her, naked and playing with her clit online for money. I had my doubts the same as Tase until…

I couldn’t help it. I looked.

This was a horrible invasion of privacy. It crossed a dozen lines in the sand and it shoved me in a box neatly labeledcreeper.

“See?” Aiden’s voice sounded strangled as he paused the screen and pointed. “Those three freckles on the underside of her tit? It’s her. There’s no denying those.”

“How doyouknow about those freckles?”

“Jesus, man,” Tase told me with an elbow to the side for emphasis. “It’s clear how he knows.”

He’s seen them.

My heart thudded painfully in my chest. Knowing Gilli kissed Aiden, and he’d seen her breasts?—

Fuck me, but the other night, when I’d locked myself in my room, I thought I’d heard footsteps and hushed voices from the living room. Noise.

What had they been doing?

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