Do It for the Views

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All characters in this story are over 18 and purely creations of fiction. This is meant to be a fun story with only a loose connection to real life. This is meant to be read for enjoyment, so hopefully you have some fun reading it. Thanks!**

My first year in college had been a welcome change after the disastrous period of time that had been my senior year of high school. On top of all the usual pressure of getting good grades and applying to universities, and not to mention the horrible anxiety of navigating the high school social scene, my family was torn apart when my parents went through an incredibly messy divorce. It certainly didn't help that while that process was still going on my dad found someone new and was remarried while the ink on my parents' divorce papers was still wet. So when it came time to find somewhere to get my bachelor's degree I happily chose a college that was far enough away that I could fully leave all that mess behind me and focus on what my life might become.

Still, a school year only lasts so long and eventually I was forced to say goodbye to the relative serenity of campus life and return towards the inevitable chaos of the place I had once called home. My mom had moved away and almost completely stopped communicating with my father and I, and all we knew was that she was seeking her own new life. So therefore I was stuck spending my summer in a house with my dad and the new family that he was building with his new wife. For several reasons I tried to keep myself out of the house as much as possible.

My dad did not seem to mind that I was avoiding him and his wife, and thankfully he never tried to press the issue or make it any harder for me to live my own life. His work kept him busy enough that I rarely even really saw him. His wife barely ever spoke to me, which I was perfectly fine with. And so the only real obstacle and the source of all my troubles that I encountered in trying to keep the summer quiet and peaceful was Riley.

Riley was the daughter of my father's new wife, but I had known her far longer than just when her mother had started a relationship with my dad. We had been classmates since middle school, and she had been the bane of my school experience from the very start. I had always been a nerdy and shy student, whereas Riley had always been outgoing and popular. Her social standing and popularity only increased as she developed extremely good looks. Our social circles rarely overlapped, but that didn't mean we did not interact much. Riley often went out of her way to bully me for any reason she could come up with, and pulled other students that were in her orbit into doing the same. I had been quite a small and puny kid, while she had hit her growth spurt early and had been very athletic. Early on she had used her strength and that of others to instill in me a strong fear of her wrath, and I was ever careful to avoid upsetting her. Why she focused on me as the prime target of her harassment I never knew, but during all our schooling it never ceased, even during the last few months of our senior year when our parents got together. In fact during that time her bullying even increased, making those months truly miserable.

So Riley was my main reason for trying to avoid spending any time at all at my home. Doing anything at the house was especially difficult since Riley had spent the whole time I was at college entrenching herself into my family home. She had only barely gotten good enough grades to graduate, and had no hope of getting into any college at all. Her athletic record had gotten the interest of a few college programs, but she had blown them all off. So she had stayed home that year and used the time to transform the home I had grown up in into her own space. Riley and her mother had redecorated the entire place, getting rid of almost everything and either bringing in their own things or buying completely new furniture and decor. They had taken over the entire house, leaving not a single room unchanged except my room. I felt a stranger in my own place, especially with how freely Riley used all the public spaces.

And the unfamiliarity and new looks weren't the only issues in spending time in the house. While Riley did not have any aspirations for higher education, she did have fantasies of becoming famous. In fact becoming someone of influence and fame was her dream, a dream she strived for regardless of what that might cost her or those around her. She spent much of her days attempting to gather a following online so that she could become an influencer. She tried many different ways of achieving this, all of them disruptive to anyone trying to mind their own business. Her cooking videos always took over the entire kitchen and left it a disaster zone, and she refused to do her workout streams anywhere but the middle of the living room. The loud music and sounds of her gaming live streams could be heard throughout the entire house, and there was nowhere safe when she decided to do a lifestyle vlog. She set up photoshoots whenever and wherever she wished, blocking off major portions of the house for her exclusive use. None of her attempts were successful at all, as there were more than enough empty headed pretty girls on the internet already. This only made her try harder though, and some of her ploys to get more viewers had been crazy enough that she had been banned from all of the more popular sites and she was forced to use more strange platforms that had less rules.

Because of all of this I tried to spend as much time as possible out of the home, but that wasn't easy. I had failed to find a job for the summer break so I had little money to spend on doing anything, and a lack of friends in town didn't give me much opportunity to just chill somewhere else. Working out was about the only thing I had to do, since a gym membership was the one thing my father was willing to pay for. While he had more than enough money left over from the divorce, he was very hesitant to give me any. I had already started to workout quite a bit during my first year of college, so making my fitness routine even more intense and spending loads of time at the gym wasn't too hard. I had finally hit my growth spurt during that first year of college, and my gains from the gym had remarkably transformed my body. I didn't show off my new physique very much though, and often hid under very baggy clothes.

On one particular Monday afternoon I finished a long morning at the gym and begrudgingly headed home, hoping and praying that perhaps for once it might be a quiet day that would go by fast and simply. I walked from the gym to our house, which was a longish walk but I didn't mind it at all. Even carrying my gym bag I crossed the distance swiftly. Once I got to the house and saw that there were no cars in the driveway I knew both my dad and his wife were out of the house, and I crossed my fingers that one of them had taken Riley along with them.

As soon as I opened the door I knew that all my hopes and prayers were in vain. What hit me first was the loud and obnoxious music blaring out, which would have been bad enough but what I saw made it worse. Taking over the entirety of the living room Riley had set up a film stage for one of her livestreams. A tripod in the middle of the room held up an expensive camera and several lights washed the whole area in brightness. Off the the side were several moveable clothing racks filled with a variety of strange costumes, and nearby was a frame holding up a thin curtain. The focal point of the room was the couch, with a large mic sitting on the coffee table in front of it. Riley was lying stretched out on the couch in some tiny shorts and a small shirt. The flatscreen tv across from her showed what the camera was capturing, stamped with the word LIVE in red across the upper left-hand corner that let me know she was broadcasting. A large monitor on a small table to the right of the coffee table showed what seemed to be the chat of the people watching Riley, and she had a keyboard and mouse on the coffee table as well. The site she was streaming on was completely unfamiliar to me, though I wasn't surprised at all by that.

Riley was fully engrossed in some topic she was discussing with her viewers, and was loudly reading off some comment and then responding to it. I couldn't have cared less what she was chatting about so I focused on trying to stay quiet and silently prayed that I might be able to sneak by without drawing her attention towards me. I knew that if I interrupted her stream she would grow angry with me and make my day as miserable as she could. I had made it nearly all the way to the stairs that would lead me up to my room when I accidentally hit my gym bag against a wall. At that sound Riley's head rapidly turned towards me and I saw that she wore a fierce scowl.

"What the fuck, I'm trying to stream here. I don't need a dork fumbling around in the background ruining everything bro." She snapped at me, her voice filled with vitriol and annoyance. She only called me bro because she knew how much I hated being reminded that her mother had married my father, despite us both being adults when it happened and us not growing up together at all. I hated how easily she could push my buttons, which was a skill she had long honed and developed.

Letting out a sigh I turned to fully face her, her bitter words getting a rise out of me despite my desire not to get into an argument with her. I glanced towards the screen showing her chat and a few statistics about her stream and let out a chuckle. "Oh come on, it's not like me ruining your stream could make it much worse. You hardly have many viewers at all anyways, despite giving them a good view of your tits, sis." I teased her, attempting to use sis in the same way she had used bro to aggravate me. It wasn't like me at all to retaliate against her, but I had gotten enough grief from her recently and was nearing my limit.

Regardless that I was just trying to get back at Riley for ranting at me there was truth to my words. Her viewer count was pitiful, and her tight blue tank top was cut low enough for her ample sized breasts to be nearly spilling out. And despite my annoyance at her I couldn't help but have my eyes be drawn down to her plentiful cleavage.

Part of me thought that looking at her tits was wrong, even though we were only step-siblings in the loosest sense. But another part of me didn't care, especially if it made her angry. Riley had always been attractive and despite her bullying of me I had sometimes fantasized about her. In any case my attention was only drawn in even more to her breasts as she jumped up onto her feet, making her tits jiggle from the movement.

"I am not just showing off my tits like some camgirl you pervert. I am a professional streamer doing a showcase of my cosplay outfits for my viewers. I thought a nerd like you would be able to understand that this isn't some slutty outfit, but an artistic display. I don't know why I got stuck with such an idiot for a brother." Riley protested as she put her hands on her hips and looked at me with an angry grimace. The fury in her words and the fire in her eyes were undercut a bit since she stood far shorter than me and had to look up like a child raging at their parent. She had once been taller than me, but after my recent growth spurt I towered over her at 6 foot tall, and even the boots she was wearing didn't get her even close to my height.

Now that she was standing up I did see that her clothing wasn't just a random ensemble. Her tan shorts were definitely smaller than they needed to be, and her blue tank top showed off more midriff than the character, but the dual holsters at her sides and her light brown hair done into a long braid let me know she had tried to dress like Lara Croft. Even her boots were chosen to help resemble the character. I did notice that she had a pair of shoulder holsters instead of hip ones, but I didn't imagine she cared too much about being completely accurate. Her meticulously applied makeup might not have been appropriate for an adventure either, but Lara Croft also often was presented with such. And glancing to the rack of clothes off to the side I could now see that clothes hanging there were also various costumes of video game and movie characters.

Looking back to her eyes I let out a low sigh and shook my head. "Whatever, this isn't worth my time to argue over. I'm going to try to read for a bit, so please just try and keep your noise down a bit. I never thought I'd get such an obnoxious brat for a sister." I muttered out, feeling the urge to engage in an argument diminish. No matter what I did I always lost my interactions with Riley, and prolonging them only made them worse. Turning away I started to head back for the stairs and let out another sigh as I heard Riley turn up the volume on her music to spite me. To top it off a chime went off followed by a quick cheer from the sound system, which I guessed was some sort of response to something her viewers had done.

I was about to start climbing up the stairs when I was stopped by a surprising call. "What the fuck, no way! Hold up dweeb, come back over here." Riley exclaimed and demanded of me. I might have ignored her call for me to return to the living room but her words were quickly followed by her muting her music completely. That act was quite intriguing, as it takes something major in order for Riley to back away from an opportunity to torment me.

Leaving my gym bag at the foot of the stairs I turned back and slowly headed towards Riley, caution tempering my curiosity. I feared she was up to some sort of nasty trick. It wasn't beneath her to try and lure me back just to do something to humiliate me in front of the small audience she had. As I got closer I saw the screen showing her broadcast had changed, and instead of showing what the camera was seeing it showed a generic landscape and a message that read 'I'll be right back, enjoy these ads'. "What now, did you get banned from another site?" I asked, risking her wrath with the comment. But as I got closer I realized that Riley had put her stream on an ad break.

Turning to Riley I was shocked that she did not quickly snap back with a biting retort. Instead she looked at me with amazement in her eyes. This was a new experience for me, because I don't think I had ever looked into Riley's eyes and seen anything there but disdain and anger for me. "My viewers must have heard us talking, and thought we were actual siblings. My chat is going crazy with talk about us already, and how excited they are to have an actual pair of brother and sister. My viewer count has gone up by almost a thousand." She explained in a soft stunned voice. This again was novel, as I was used to her voice always carrying a tone of mockery when she spoke to me.

I furrowed my brow and glanced towards the monitor showing her chat, not believing what she was saying. But the messages shown there were pouring in too fast to read, and her viewer count had indeed grown substantially. "And that's not all, someone donated 50 dollars asking for you to join me, and promised to donate more if you stayed. Other people in chat are promising they'll donate too if you join the stream." Riley informed me, still confusingly soft spoken. I was shocked by the offer, and even more surprised by how nearly kind Riley's voice was. She must have been completely blindsided by what her viewers were asking for.

My astonishment was quickly overridden by my distaste for Riley and my lack of interest in the success of her streaming career. "Well, sucks to be them then. There is no way I'm joining you for whatever you are doing." I declared, not wanting to be a tool for her to use on her pathway to fame. I gave one more glance at her viewer count and saw that it was still growing as I turned to leave.

Riley's voice stopped me, more for her pleading tone than her actual words. "No, no, no! You have to stay. I've never had my watchers react like this, and I've never gotten anywhere close to this many views. I'm not going to let this chance slip through my fingers, and therefore you're going to help me with this." She commanded me, all softness leaving her voice as iron resolve and a cold determination took its place.

Crossing my arms I looked steadily at her and frowned, trying not to show too much the fear her words had instilled in me. No matter how much bigger and stronger I was than Riley now, long years of being used to her having power over me had trained me to obey her because refusing meant a far worse fate. "And why should I stay and help you out? In all the time we've known each other you have never given me a single reason why I should want to do something for you." I challenged her, but my words felt weak and uncertain.

Whatever reaction my arrival had caused in her audience must have been a big one, because even my faltering challenge made worry spread on Riley's face. I could see in her eyes that she wasn't going to give up on this chance to get famous, and she struggled with whether to try and force me into helping her or to bargain for help. It spoke to how much Riley cared about this opportunity that she even considered the latter option. "I'll be nice to you, I promise. I'll stop making fun of you for being a loser nerd. Just please help me out with this. This could be my shot at finally getting famous. It could be my breakout moment." Riley implored me, putting as much earnestness into her voice as she could. Even so her words rang hollow with promises I knew she wouldn't keep.

The scowl I put on must have told Riley how little I thought of her offers. I feared for a moment that she would resort to forcing me to join her, but she chose remarkably to instead try and offer me something else. "I'll even let you have some of the money from the people who donate. I'll give you ten percent... okay fine a quarter of whatever they give." She proposed, though I can tell that she gave this offer far more reluctantly than her earlier empty promises of being nicer to me. I don't know why she resisted more in offering me the money, since she lacked nothing and was given a lavish allowance to spend on whatever she wanted. But I had not been given that luxury, and some spending money was indeed something I needed badly enough that it made me consider her request.

I tried not to let my interest show, and I still didn't feel comfortable at all helping Riley. Money was a great motivator, but there was not enough coming in from her small audience to convince me to aid my tormentor. Even if that audience was growing. Still I wanted to see just how desperate Riley was to have me join, and so I attempted to haggle with Riley for more. "I want a promise of at least two hundred dollars, just in case you don't get any more donations. And after you hit that threshold I want a full third of whatever else comes in." I stated, thinking Riley would try and work down that number. Two hundred was probably more than she had made on any particular stream, and so I thought it too high for her to even consider.

Instead of rejecting my offer and giving a counter Riley's face lit up with excitement and she clapped her hands together. "Yes, fine. That will work. Though I don't know why you would go down from a quarter to a third. Who haggles for less money?" She answered with a light chuckle, acting as if I were some idiot. I had forgotten how bad she had been at math, and obviously she had not gotten any better while I had been away.

Giggling with glee she got back to the couch and waved for me to join her. Her happiness had never bode well for me, and hearing it now I worried I had fallen into a trap. I hadn't anticipated her accepting my terms so quickly, and I was left feeling like I had agreed far too rapidly. Looking at the camera I frowned and only took a single step closer. "Actually, I'm still not sure. I don't know what type of site you're streaming on, and I don't like the idea of showing off my face to a bunch of strangers." I explained, looking back to Riley.