Breaking the Streamer

Hannah held the camera to her face, squishing her lips together and pouting. She waited for the lighting to be perfect, but just as she was about to take the picture the car hit a bump in the road and ruined the composition. 

“Jeasus fuck Chet!” Hannah barked. “Can't you drive straight for like, ten seconds?”

“Quit complaining or you can drive the rest of the way.” Chet dismissed her. 

“It's your stupid cousin we're watching!” Hannah scoffed. She knew Chet's threat was completely empty. In the couple of years she'd been dating him, he never once let her touch his ‘precious’ car. “Why the fuck are we doing this anyways? The little dweeb's old enough to take care of himself.”

“I don't fukken know.” Chet groaned. “I barely know the guy. Dad said his folks might split up, so maybe we're meant to cheer him up or somethin’.”

“Whatever.” Hannah held her phone out for another selfie. Pulling down her shirt to show off her generous cleavage.

Of all of Hannah's features, her chest was her best one. Her ‘personality’ as her fans would put it. Hannah had an hourglass figure, slim waist and thighs that could crush a watermelon. Her ass was soft and plump enough to jiggle, but firm and perky enough to keep a shape that the boys loved.

Her crystal blue eyes had been described as ‘enchanting’ and ‘mesmerising’ by boys and girls alike, and her natural strawberry blonde hair always brought attention her way. Even more so since she'd put in the pink highlight. Guys saw a little bit of dyed hair and always assumed that meant the girl was an easy fuck.

All in all, Hannah knew she was drop dead gorgeous. A mix of effort and natural beauty. So when her fans told her that her tits were her best feature, she knew how impressive they really were.

Melon sized bundles of fun with flawless creamy white cleavage. She was twenty five years old now, and still they defied gravity. Perfectly perky despite their incredible size. Any top, any bra she wore displayed her tits prominently. They were the focus point of every outfit she'd ever worn. No man could resist staring at them. Even Chet's old man blatantly checked her out every time she saw him.

Not that she was entirely innocent. Oh she played dumb when leaving over to let a guy see down her shirt, or when her hugs were tight enough for the man to feel them press into him. All guys lusted after a girl that was simultaneously pure and innocent, while being a dirty slut deep down. And Hannah was a professional at giving guys what they wanted, so they would give her what she wanted.

“He just better stay out of my way.” Hannah stared at her phone. Uploading the picture she had taken and typing a description for it. ‘Road trip selfie ♡ #Excited #Casual fit #Hannalicious Summer’. “I've got a lot of content planned for this summer, I can't be looking after some loser when I'm supposed to be streaming.”

“You'll barely see the guy.” Chet rolled his eyes, thinking she couldn't see him. He'd never been particularly supportive of her career choice. He was worried she would eventually move on to an Onlyfans or some other perverted shit, but there was no way that was happening. She was more than capable of building a following while pretending to be perfectly innocent. Turning boys into a little simp army without showing them anything more than a bit of cleavage.

She just needed more time to get her name out. More content to draw them in with. She had planned to go all in as a streamer over college break, start bringing in enough in donations and subs that she could drop out and coast on her good looks forever. That had been the plan until Chet told her they had to fucking go take care of his little cousin.

This was her chance to finally make it big, and she wasn't going to let some boy ruin it.

***

“This is the place?” Hannah asked. It was a nice enough house. Two stories in a quiet suburban street. 

“Yup. This is it.” Chet said. Getting out of the car and stretching his arms. 

Hannah couldn't help but stare at little herself. Chet was an asshole in so many ways but God he was hot. Thick muscular biceps, strong defined jaw, abs that made her drool, and his cock… Perfect in every way. Hannah had always been a bit of a size queen, and Chet sated that urge perfectly. Nine inches of fat, meaty cock and the athletic body to pound her as hard as she wanted. If it wasn't for that body she would have broken up with him years ago, but physically she'd found no comparison to him.

That, and he did what she told him to. Most of the time anyways.

“The pools out back right? You promised there'd be a pool.” She said. Stepping out to the back of the car together get her bags. 

“I told you they have one.” Chet took his own bag from the back-seat of the car. The trunk was filled with Hannah's bags and gear. “Once we get this shit inside you can change into a bikini and check it out.”

He was so obviously desperate to see her in her bikini. Access to a pool was the only reason she'd agreed to come here, that and Chet buying her the new bikinis she'd been eyeing up.

“Hey Chet, long time no see.” A voice said while Hannah was bent over looking through her bags in the back of the car.

“Mikey! How you doing little man! Well, not so little anymore.”

Hannah fixed her hair, hiked up her skirt and pulled down her top. The crop top was one of her tighter ones, acting like a second skin and pulled up the skirt was just short enough to make boys think they'd might catch a glimpse at her ass. Everything she wanted for a first impression.

Leaning out of the car, Hannah ran her hands through her hair, casually stretching to push her tits out. She slowly turned her gaze over to the two boys, pretending as if she hadn't noticed them.

“Oh, hiii!” Hannah used her practiced streamer voice. Higher pitched with more energy, it made her sound like a total ditz, but the boys loved that. “You must be Mikey!”

Hannah beamed an innocent smile at him. Hiding her devilish grin as she studied him.

Curly chestnut locks and a cute enough face. He looked a little scrawny next to her BF, but she could tell he wasn't a wimp. Physically at least, by the awestruck, mouth agape look he was giving her she knew he was just as pathetic as any of her fans. The poor kid had probably never seen a girl as hot as she was, let alone talk to one.

“Mikey, let me introduce you to-”

“Hannah.” Mikey said. Despite the smoking hot babe in front of him, he kept his gaze locked onto her eyes.

Most girls would have seen that as him being polite, but not Hannah. She would have respected him more if he just checked her out blatantly. Just because he wasn't staring at her boobs didn't mean he wasn't thinking perverted thoughts about her. Right now he would be thinking, ‘How big are they?’, ‘What do they feel like?’ ‘What do they taste like?’. Imagining himself motorboating her, or worse, stuffing his tiny cock between them.

She knew how badly he wanted her body. Pretending otherwise just made him look pathetic to her. The exact kind of boy she loved to prey on.

“It's so nice to finally meet you!” Skipping over to make her tits bounce, Hannah pulled Mikey into a hug. Holding his head against her neck to let him soak in her scent. “I can't wait to hang out once I've settled in!”

She would never of course, but she let the dweeb think she might. If only he could impress her enough…

“Say, do you mind helping me with my bags?” Hannah pulled back. Batting Her eyelids and flashing a cute smile. “They're kinda heavy, and I'm not that strong…”

If she just told Mikey, or any boy like him, that she thought he was strong, or handsome, or cute or whatever, he wouldn't believe her. Their low self esteem wouldn't accept it. She needed her mark to come to that conclusion themselves. That secretly she thought they were hot, or that she had a crush on them, but just couldn't say it out loud. It was crazy how easy it was, how little she needed to do to enthrall them. Or maybe she was just that good.

“Sure, I can help out.” Mikey said. Showing off a pretty good poker face. Most guys could barely put a sentence together after hugging her, but he kept his cool.

“That's perfect sweetie!” Hannah smiled. Taking her bf's hand and putting it around her. “We're just going to check out the room and be right back to help you! Leave the bags by the front door, and oh! Do be careful, kay?”

With a giggle she waved him off, heading inside with Chet. She needed Mikey to see her in his arms. To make him jealous and all the more likely to do as she said. There was nothing that made a guy want her more than knowing they couldn't have her.

She was still annoyed she had to be here, but she was much more relaxed now. In one short interaction she had efficiently and ruthlessly taken control. Breaking down all of Mikey's defenses, turning him into her new plaything.

She almost felt bad for him. He would spend the rest of summer thirsting for her. Thinking that maybe, just maybe he had a chance with her. That he could steal her away from her asshole boyfriend and make her his girl. As fucking if.

This summer was all about her. All about fame. And if breaking Mikey was that easy, she felt very good about what was coming next.

***

“Ughhh… this place smells like rancid dickweed.” Hannah said to herself as she walked into the guest room.

This wasn't the room they would be staying in, she and Chet had the master bedroom and that was fine enough for her, but still. Who the hell left a room in their house smelling like this when they had company over? It didn't matter that they didn't know the room was going to be used, it still felt like shitty behaviour Hannah.

 Holding her nose shut, Hannah braved the room. The place didn't look as bad as it smelt, but that wasn't saying much. Still, it had a desk, a chair and a bed, that was all she needed. Mikey was busy bringing the rest of her gear, and Hannah was confident she could make him set everything up while she sat in bed on her phone.

But first, she had to do something about the stench of this place. She couldn't tease boys out of all their money while feeling like her throat was dissolving from the putrid smell. Candles, air fresheners, hell even a fucking steam cleaning of the carpet would be good. For now though, getting the window open would do. It was a single window, with handles at the bottom to pull it up. It took a little effort, but she was able to pull it all the way up.

It was at that moment she noticed it. The strange white sludge splattered all over the handles. Old sunscreen she figured. She brought her slime covered hands close to her face and gave them a sniff. Instantly recoiling. Yeah, that was the source of the smell alright. Hopefully after she cleaned this shit up the smell wouldn't linger. Who the hell even makes a mess like that? And then the just, left it there? For how long? Days? What kind of mongrels lived here? Just the absolute worst, disgusting-

“Hey Hannah!” Mikey called out. 

He was done on the street, still carrying in bags from the car. He probably looked up and saw her standing by the window looking like an angel. If only the poor boy had any idea who he was dealing with.

“Oh hii Mikey~” Hannah cooed. Casually resting against the windowsill, planting her chest on it for Mikey to take in. “I'm just checking out the place, You have a lovely house! I'll be down to help in a minute, kay?” 

The boy was too struck by her looks to verbally respond. He just gave her a wide smile and stared up at her as he brought her stuff in. Such an easily controlled boy… maybe staying here would be fun after all…

Once he was inside she pulled away from the window and instantly realised her mistake. It wasn't just the handles, the entire windowsill was coated in the foul gooey old cream. She felt the underside of her tits with the back of her hands and winced as she felt how soaked they were. 

“What the fuck is this shit?” She whined. Aimless anger building inside her.

All her bags would be down by the front door like she'd told Mikey to do, so she couldn't even change shirts. There was no way in hell she would let Mikey see her in just a bra, his poor heart wouldn't be able to take it. With no good options she just ran into the upstairs bathroom and washed it all off as best as she could. The sludge of crap so thick that it almost clogged the drain.

As clean as she could be until a searing hot shower later, and with enough time having passed to make sure Mikey would be done, Hannah went back downstairs. Intentionally making her tits bounce once she saw Mikey, talking with Chet by the door.

“Yeah, she was supposed to help look after me but she's feeling ‘unwell’.” Mikey told Chet. “She's coming closer to when school starts though.”

“Hey boys!” Hannah cooed. Strutting over to Mikey and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for helping~”

A little kiss and a bit of giggling was all it took. He didn't care that she never helped him, he was only thinking about-

“Ughh fuuck.” Chet groaned. “Why the fuck do you smell like that babe?”

“Just trying out a new perfume babe~” Hannah blankly smiled at him. Grinding her teeth. She had hoped it had all washed out, but the scent must have soaked into her clothes completely.

“Uugghh did you even try it at the fuckkn store? You smell horrible.”

Hannah could have stabbed him. Chet knew what she was trying to do with Mikey, he needed to shut his mouth before he ruined this.

“I kinda like it.” Mikey smiled. “I think it suits her.”

He was so innocent and naive. He probably thought the smell was horrible too, who the hell wouldn't? But he was so desperate for her approval that he'd agree with her on anything. 

“Thanks Mikey~” Hannah blushed a little and twirled her hair.

Even with Chet getting in the way, this was all so easy. She wouldn't have to lift a finger tomorrow. She could have Mikey bring her breakfast in bed, have him set up her temporary studio and then have him fuck off. She could stream all night, take a few ‘innocent’ selfies for her insta and forget all about the little twerp until she needed him for something. This summer was her summer. Her time to finally make a name for herself, to build her brand as the innocently cute yet sexy streamer loser boys would jack off to while throwing money at her.

‘That's right’ Hannah thought to herself. ‘After this summer, everything is going to change.’

***

“You ready for dinner babe?” Chet yelled from downstairs.

“Just a sec.” She shouted back. She didn't actually need time to get ready, it was just always good to keep men waiting. 

She had taken a long shower while Chet and Mikey caught up. Happy to give them their space while she cleaned up. Rinsing off any trace of that horrible smell and getting herself ready for tonight. Out of the shower, she went through her skincare routine and then when that was dry, her make-up. 

By the time that was all done, it had gotten dark and she was ravenously hungry. Couldn't let the boys know that though. That didn't fit her image. So instead she waited, replying to messages her fans had sent and liking all the comments on her videos, until finally she was summoned for dinner.

Coming downstairs, she found Chet sitting on the couch. Headphones and mic on as he aggressively mashed buttons on his controller.

“Is Mikey out getting food?” She asked. Sitting down on the couch with him.

“Nah.” Chet replied. Eyes glued to the screen. “He's cooking.”

“Really?” Hannah snuggled against her boyfriend. Running her hand along his abs. “I really did a number on him huh.”

“Do you really have to do this shit with my cousin?” Chet sighed. “He's cool, doesn't deserve you tormenting him.”

“What? He's cool because he let you play with his toys?” Hannah stared at Chet, raising her eyebrows. “Please, I know his type babe. Besides, I don't see you cooking dinner. Wouldn't you rather have him helping us out while we're stuck here? Or maybe you'd like to set up my studio instead of-”

“You know I can't babe. I've got to find somewhere I can practice. I promised the team I'd keep up my routine.”

“Then quit complaining and let me work my magic.” Hannah smiled lovingly, but her tone was serious. She didn't want to hear him complain about this over and over.

“Shut up and be a good boy…” Hannah leaned into his ear. Sliding her hand under the waistband of his pants, rubbing the building bulge in his underwear. “...and I'll take good care of you.”

“Hope you're hungry!” Hannah jolted like a scared cat as Mikey walked down the hallways. Balancing two plates and a bowl in his arms.

She heard Chet softly sigh as he quit his game. The poor guy probably thought he was about to get some action. Between her focusing on her streaming, getting ready for this trip and Hannah still being s little mad about having to come at all, they hadn't fucked in over a week. He was probably so worked up after going so long without getting his dick wet.

Not that she was any different if Hannah was honest with herself. Toys, even some of the bigger ones she had, just couldn't do it for her. Being this horny was great for her content, but it did leave her distracted. Her mind turning to dirty thoughts.

She needed to feel a man pin her down and rail her holes. She craved the feeling of Chet's hard cock stretching her out while her pussy drained him dry. Loved seeing just how full he could get the condom with hot warm cum. Maybe if he kept his mouth shut and didn't complain anymore she'd reward him by letting him cum in her mouth. As much as she loved seeing his cum, she never wanted to taste the stuff. But if it would keep Chet happy and content, then maybe…

“Here's yours Hannah.” Mikey stood above her, bowl in hand. “I know you're vegan, so I made yours special!” 

“Awwww thanks Mikey~” Hannah beamed. She took the bowl from him to find an incredibly basic salad. What looked like just lettuce and spinach mixed together, with some kind of cream running through it? She hoped it was, she needed an excuse to turn down this pathetic excuse of a meal.

“It looks amazing! But, is this diary? Because-”

“Don't worry! It's all natural and completely vegan yogurt.” Mikey took the free spot on the couch next to her. Staring intently at her, waiting for her to try his meal. “It's a special family blend, you'll love it!”

“Wow, that's like, so nice of you!” Hannah screamed internally. Whatever weird yogurt this was looked awful. Lumpier and stickier than any she'd seen before, and the smell of it was terrible. It kind of reminded her of the smell in the guest room, but that had to be her imagination.

“Go on, try it!” Mikey encouraged her while digging into his burger.

Hannah nearly drooled watching him take that bite. She wasn't even actually a fucking vegan, that was just something she told everyone. Mostly as an excuse to not eat whatever filth Chet wanted to, but it did also fit the image she was crafting.

“Mhmmm… delicious!” She smiled as she picked at the few leaves that weren't covered in probably expired yogurt.

Normally she didn't mind having the occasional vegan meal to keep up appearances, but this was just terrible. Bland, tasteless leaves with no dressing or anything interesting at all. She would have thought he was intentionally trying to insult her if he didn't look so proud.

“No no! Try it with the sauce!” He told her.

“You mean the yogurt?”

“Yeah that! Trust me it's so good!”

Every fiber of her being wanted her to scream at him. To chew him out for being so stupid and thinking this could ever be a good meal. Was he really so uncultured that he thought this was what vegans ate?

She couldn't though. It would crush him, and she wasn't ready to do that just yet. Driving her fork through the shitty salad, Hannah braced herself. Readying her body so that she wouldn't throw up the moment she tasted it.

It tasted…

It tasted…….

Not great… but not terrible…

It was interesting. It was warm, which was weird, and had way too much salt in it. It was overly acidic, and made her skin crawl feeling the lumps ooze down her throat, and the after-taste was just awful…

But, there was something about it. Something that made her go back for a second, and third forkful of the stuff. 

“It's… pretty good actually.” Hannah said in a moment of surprising honesty. 

“You really like it?” Mikey said. Almost sounding confused despite promising how good it would be. “Some people say it's an acquired taste.”

An acquired taste. She could see how that made sense. It definitely wasn't a taste she enjoyed, but despite that she couldn't stop herself. She finished the whole bowl, having to stop herself from licking up any of the remaining yogurt.

“Thanks for making dinner dude.” Chet said. Burping as he finished his burger.

“Yeah, thanks Mikey!” Hannah added. Debating whether or not to ask.

“I'm really glad you liked it.” Mikey stared at her with big, wide eyes. “Both of you.”

“Do you… umm…” Hannah regretted saying anything, but she couldn't back out now. “Do you think I could… get the recipe?”

She felt dirty asking for it. The taste it had left in her mouth was just terrible, but she needed to try more. The texture of it was just so interesting to her, almost chewy while still being smooth. She had to know how they made it like this, then she could make her own version that didn't taste so foul.

“Sorry Hannah, family secret.” Mikey playfully laughed. “But don't worry! I'll make sure you eat your fill of the stuff while you're here!”

“T-thanks…” She felt off her game. Between her making a mess of herself earlier, and now this strange attraction, her groove was thrown off. 

But she wasn't going to let a few little hiccups stop her from getting what she wanted.

Mikey would show her what this stuff was made of. One way or another.