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Bella's hands washed over the front of her breasts, soap clinging in between her fingers.
The red eye of the camera took in every second and frame of her lewd activities, every angle from its perspective as she stood completely topless, completely braless — naked in her own bathroom, the waters of her shower washing over her chest, soaking her jeans — her hands poring over the soft lumps of skin on the top half of her body for however many viewers might end up watching this video for years to come.
Her skin was a golden tan in the light of her bathroom, enhancing the crisp, buttery glow she already had. Her hair, shining in its light brown waves, dripped from the shower and was no less soft and no less gleaming around her head despite the aquatic state of her whole experience.
Her camera was set up on the floor, just a few feet from the shower, and took in all of this. It was a video she had promised to do at the end of one of her last covers — nothing serious, just a fun test to see if an unlisted, private video on a side-account for herself on Tiktok would get any views.
If it did, she'd start a series of them, and start spinning off her family's lifelong Mugglesam project. That was her story, anyway, but the truth of it was simply that:
- She had grown up quite a bit since starting these videos when she and her sister were toddlers, both emotionally and — more noticeably — physically.
- She had developed quite a bit more physically than her sister had, and any girl who loves herself enough will know that gave her a certain advantage where boys and fans were concerned, if she was just willing to seize the advantage as hers.
- It gave her a thrill — both to know, absolutely, that she finally had a way to one-up her sister and to be completely willing to seize that advantage and put herself out there the way she was doing. She was, in many ways, the bigger sister now, and there was nothing to stop her from putting that to the fullest use possible.
Her fingers continued sliding over her skin, which astute viewers would notice had no tan lines, even on the remotest curves of her chest — running gently over the softest tips of herself, as the constant thrill of the mere idea of what she was doing kept running through her head.
She knew she had to have more...was it too much for a first video? Did she care?
I can edit it later, she thought, before going back on herself and deciding, But it doesn't matter. I want this now.
One hand slipped into her jeans. She had decided not to take them off for the camera, but she needed to push this further. Her fingers touched a sensitive, warm spot and she gasped, the ones on her other hand twitching just so on her chest.
Only a moment later, and her jeans were unzipped, her underwear stripped to her knees, her fingers caressing that warm spot, fiddling with it as the soap and water washed over her breasts. They twitched and dangled with her motions, but her fingers wouldn't stop, and the camera wouldn't stop, and she didn't want either of them to for as long as she could make this feeling last.
She couldn't remember how much time had passed by the time she started afterglowing. She came back to her senses eventually, and realized the camera was still recording — had watched the entire thing — and that she had just turned her breast-centric fetish video into a very different kind of video.
All she did was shrug, a very light flush under her golden tan cheeks. Bella smiled at the camera and bent over for the black lens and the little red eye-light, her breasts that had been her initial focus settling down beneath her chest, pink tips stiff and poking whichever way they wanted.
Her hands ran back up her body, up her stomach, over her chest, giving them several light squeezes, before reaching up to hold her hair back out of her face.
With a final, shy smile, and a professional, princessy wave to the camera, Bella said simply, "Bye! Thanks for watching!"
The camera's light flicked off, and she stood, smiling to herself too, some part of her completely thrilling over what her private view count on this performance would be — something her sister could never replicate, and would never be willing to in the first place.