The webcam gave a jerk and swung wide in a confusion of colors before settling on the underside of Bethany's face. Her face remained out of focus for a moment, blurred and scraping by with an after wash of pixels the color of her hair, her eyes, that stained the screen and burst across the back of his eyes in ways that hurt, down in the bottom of his belly where everything good sprung. The webcam whirred and spun and resettled over the curve of Bethany's chin, bringing her into sharp relief just as she drew in her bottom lip between her teeth, pulling Garret's eyes helplessly after. "Um." Ten miles and a world away, his little sister touched the barest fingertip to the darkened places on her lip with a breathless little laugh. "Oh, this is stupid, Garret, I feel-" She caught herself before going on, spots of color blooming high on her cheeks as she ducked her head down into the collar of his borrowed shirt. "I feel like a perv," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, and Garret had to laugh. He didn't mean to, but he couldn't help it either, no more than he could help the restless curl of fisted hands that itched to close around her cheek where her smile lay buried in a dimple.

"That's because you are," Garret told her solemnly, surprising a shout of laughter out of her.

"It was your idea!" She cried in mock outrage, or tried to, but a few escaped giggles gave her away. "You snuck in the webcam and everything! You said-"

"Shame!" He boomed, and Bethany bumped against her webcam with a squeak, rushing to turn down the volume on her computer.

"Garret-!"

"Shame! Your wicked perversions matched only by the most depraved of adult erotica-"

"You mean the kind you read to me before bed?"

"-have turned an inccocent, wholly virginal," Bethany greeted this idea with a snort, "man in the flower of his youth to shamelessly parade himself before you. You, you lech!"

"You've still got all your clothes on," Bethany pointed out with an arch little toss of her head that sent her her hair tumbling over her shoulders in a wave. "If I knew your parade would have been this much of a disappointment I might have gone to take a nap instead."

"Like your dreams could ever match up to this," Garret drawled, drawing the pad of his thumb down to circle his nipple with an exaggerated pout that had Bethany in stitches. "Now," he said, then, drawing himself up so Bethany could see the slow quirk of his smile under eyes gone half-lidded and heated. "Did you wear it like I asked you?"

Bethany averted her eyes down and to the right with a small noise that passed between pressed lips and straight to Garret's cock. He pressed the heel of his hand into it and ground down, smothering the whine building up in his throat when his sister gave a little bobbing nod and shifted, jarring the camera. The image wavered and scattered into boxes and abstract angled colors, but he could make out the lagging dip of her arm between the sea of rising shadows at her thighs, tugging aside scratchy lines that may have been her underwear to show a flash of pink that he recognized as the end of a dildo where it disappeared between her legs. "Did you?"

Garret let his smirk answer for him. Grabbing up the webcam from its stand, he lifted up his hips and angled the webcam. In the tiny square in the corner of the screen that showed what Bethany was seeing, he could see the muted sheen of metal curved to vanish up his ass. Even that movement was enough to make stars explode across his eyes, eroding the last of his carefully maintained control in soft rippling waves. Garret sucked in his breath between his teeth with a soft hiss as he sank back down on the chair, driving the dildo just that little bit deeper. He bit back a whine.

"That's real pretty," he heard Bethany say. He opened his eyes to see her watching him with that particular intent, hungry expression that made his mouth go dry. "Move it," she told him, and softer, so soft he barely heard it, there came wet sounds. Her arm moved in and out of the corner of the frame. "So I can see."

Garret ran his tongue over dry lips -he heard more than saw Bethany's hips arch off her mattress- and started to draw the dildo out with agonizing slowness that made his teeth ache and his cock throb so it almost hurt, only just barely managing to restrain himself from giving in to the urge to go faster because he knew what the sight of the trembling muscles in his legs did to Bethany. In slow increments the dildo slid out to warm the palm of his hand. They both sighed. Through slotted eyes he watched Bethany slide a hand between the folds of his shirt to tease a nipple erect.

He paused a moment to drink that in, and then he was moving, driving the dildo in. "Touch yourself," she said, hushed, and he did, imagining it was Bethany's hand guiding it into him, her hand rising to close around the length of him, squeezing and twisting at the tense in that way that he liked, that Bethany loved, letting his head loll back on the seat cushion. "Faster," she was saying, and if he closed his eyes he could almost see the part of her lips around the shape of a smile across the pillows, the warm pass of her breath into his inner thigh.

She'd gone quiet but he didn't need her to tell him to lift his fingers between his lips to get them wet the way she always did, eyes fluttering closed at the thought, at the sensation, before drawing them down his chest to draw teasing lines up from the base to the tip and back. He didn't bother to hold back the throaty moan it wrung from him, his fingers, his thoughts of Bethany, spread wide and open and ready for him, his fingers smoothing over her mound as hers guided him into her mouth, or the desperate, keening cry that followed. "Oh, fuck, fuck," he babbled, all control of his tongue lost. He said all kinds of things. Beautiful things, duty things, things that were true. Called her his star, his moon on dark water, eager hands and open mouth and smiles, MAKER, that smile-

A pause and a squirt of lotion from the container beneath the desk made his fingers flow smoother, gliding a tightened grip up the slick length of him and back down to release in ways that made his breath catch in his chest. The thought of Bethany's eyes on him was intoxicating, a coil of warmth building up at the core of him that expanded outward and made him bob his hips, made him slide the dildo in and out, faster, harder, driving the air out of him in a rush.

For the space of a breath, a lifetime, filled only with small pants and bigger cracks rending them in two, and then Bethany's breaths came louder, clearer, as she drew her head in closer. "Stop," she said when he was just teetering on the edge of release. Garret whined protest but had already drawn back his hand. Bethany hummed approval, settled back on her blankets. "Move the camera," she told him, "let's see your face."

He took his hand away from himself long enough to do as instructed, and she was smiling, smiling warm and sweet and genuine, and he gasped from a different feeling entirely. "Again."

Again and again she drove him to the brink before pulling him back, for what seemed like hours, until he was near mindless and the only words he could gather up the will to say were "Bethany," and "please," near sobbed, near soundless towards the end, more exhalation than words, and then she was at his ear again, encouraging. Ordering. "Come for me, Garret," she panted, voice gone high and straining with need, near screaming it. "Come now! Now!" He thought he heard Bethany say something else, but he could barely hear her over the rushing roar in his ears. Another few sharp snap of his hips and he was coming.

His vision went white. For long moments all the world narrowed down the the electric snap and burn arcing up his spine, snapping him up and away from the back of his chair with a thin, reedy cry that trailed off into shuddering breaths that left him dizzied and shaking as he sank back.

The webcam had tumbled down into the swell of Bethany's breast where it was bared by the shirt. A sheen of white that must have been sweat arced up to disappear into rounded shadows. He could hear her ragged breathing. The image rose and fell like a ship at sea, giving the briefest of glimpses of the curled shape of Bethany's fingers over the dildo at the crest of each rise before dipping back down to fallen breaths.

After another few moments had passed, the round of Bethany's fingers came into frame. Bethany's breasts fell away, to be replaced with a shakeup smile. When she drew her hand away she left a little smear of moisture behind. "I miss you," she said into the silence, and if her voice was small you couldn't prove it by her smile. He tried to pull his own up, but he could tell by the crack in her voice that he hadn't succeeded. "Maybe. Maybe the Knight Commander will approve the petition this time."

"Yeah," he replied a moment, injecting false cheer into his voice for her sake, though he knew neither of them believed it. "I'm sure she will. I'll be right there waiting for you to return to your room after devotions wearing great big smile." Nothing but," he added, dipping his voice with a suggestive wiggle of his brows and hips, making her laugh a little despite herself. "Just for you."