Camgirl's Dilemma

Lily was mid-show in her parents' living room, legs spread wide for the camera, when the door creaked and her stepbrother Robert wandered in like he owned the place. His mouth fell open. He dropped his bag. Her fingers still gleamed from where they'd been. She yanked a throw pillow over her crotch and hissed his name. Robert blinked, too stunned to move. 'You're... what are you doing?' he finally asked. 'Making rent,' she snapped. 'Not everybody gets the golden-ticket treatment.' 'Parents cover everything. School, living, everything,' he argued. 'What part of that isn't you?' She cocked an eyebrow. 'That part is you, genius. Tuition checks go to your mailbox, not mine. So either let me finish my shift or close the door and pretend you saw nothing.' Robert rubbed his forehead like the headache might solve itself. 'This can't be how you solve it. I'm telling Mom and Dad.' Lily's stomach dropped. She blurted it out before the thought cooled: 'Fuck me and don't tell them.' The words hung between them like cheap streamers. She meant it. One look at his face said he believed her.