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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is the continuation of my Technically We're Estranged series and I suggest reading the previous chapters before continuing. TWE is intentionally shorter, and hopefully you enjoy the tease. It includes incest, exhibitionism and voyeurism through the internet, and masturbation.

A bet between Stephan and Bella changes the office dynamic yet again, and Mel gets busy with a friend on cam.

Thanks to Ante_matter for his once over on this.

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I found out two days before Mel made the announcement. My cousin, the chipper high school cheerleader-turned sexy nurse, the camgirl who lived half a world away from me, was going to do a girl-girl show. When she finalized the plans I was the only one she told and she did it by sending me a minute and a half long clip of her talking dirty while lying in bed, the camera posed so that it looked like she was talking to me while I was lying next to her.

She did it that way because she knew I would get the message when I woke up, fifteen hours ahead of her, in Australia. She didn't even flash me in the video, but I still masturbated to it a couple of times just imagining kissing her as she whispered those dirty words to me.

The only problem with our sexually charged, long distance flirting was that Mel didn't know she was actually messaging her cousin. After high school we had both left Hawaii, her cute behind headed for the mainland and school in Texas while I went in the opposite direction. She had settled and gotten married, and I had... well, I had settled and started up a successful law firm defending organized crime. We hadn't spoken in over seven years until about a month ago when I had stumbled across her on a camming site.

"Did you read this?" Bella, my secretary, asked as she burst into my office holding up her phone.

There was no way I would have been able to tell what she was talking about if I hadn't had Mel on the mind already. My cousin had just tweeted a few minutes ago with the news about her planned show. Bella was also a fan of Mel, even though she only knew her by the screen name DellaLightful and had no idea we were related.

"I did," I said noncommittally, looking at my computer instead of my gorgeous secretary. Since our heated discussion five days ago about sexual openness in the office, Bella's wardrobe had changed from 'sexy secretary' into something more like 'sexy dinner party.' Today she was wearing a white, semi-transparent blouse with a drooping neckline practically to her belly button. It showed off her tight stomach and delicious looking cleavage from her small, braless tits.

She swayed over to my desk, her hips working over time in my peripheral vision, and she sat on the edge. "Stephan, you knew this was happening." It was less a question than an accusation.

I looked up to her face, still trying to avoid looking at her chest. Bella reminded me of a Bond girl, sexy and aristocratic, but also whip smart with a devilishly dangerous accent. "I did."

She smacked me on the arm, "Why didn't you tell me? Aren't you fucking excited?"

"Of course I am, but you can't keep your mouth shut in the chat room and it was her news to put out there." While I watched Mel's camshows from my office, Bella watched from her desk out front. We both knew the other was masturbating - it was what had caused the 'sexual openness in the office' talk to begin with - but so far I had stayed firm on not crossing any of my self imposed lines. A year ago Bella had gotten divorced and had made it clear she was interested in expanding our 'working relationship' but I had declined for a number of reasons including things like professionalism and not wanting to ruin the system we had.

Those were quickly sliding out the window now, but I had another reason not to fuck Bella even though she let me know subtly, and sometimes not so subtly, every day. I had Mel.

Well, I didn't have Mel, but I could feel myself falling for her in this confusing way. We chatted and flirted through Kik, she sent me dirty photos on Snapchat that went way beyond the teasing ones she sent to her camming fans, and she was clear we were more than friendly client-camgirl. Her friends at her day job called me her 'secret boyfriend,' which she laughed about but I wondered if she saw us that way as well.

Mel had always respected my privacy and had never asked to see my face in a picture, but we had been getting riskier and riskier with photos and now cam-to-cam during some of her shows. My set up allowed me to 'show off' for her without showing my face, but I had started feeling guilty about the whole thing. She had never asked, but I could tell she wanted to know who I was.

My phone pinged before Bella could respond, and by now she knew the sound my Kik app made as well as I did. "Is that her?" she asked.

DellaLightful: OMG people are freaking out

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"Yeah, it's her," I said as I typed out my response.

OverCsSteve: Naw, I'd watch just you any day of the week over two other girls.

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