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Sibling Cam

By: sister@pagans.net



"Too bad we don't have any privacy," Sarah said to me one night. "I could probably make enough money to pay the bills around here if I could set up a web cam."

A few weeks earlier, my sister and I had both lost our jobs and were preparing to move back in with our parents when our grandmother's health failed her. It was a sad occasion, but now there was a no-rent house that we could move into instead of cramming ourselves in with our parents once again. Sharing the single bedroom had really put a crimp in both our lifestyles.

"Really? How much money do those girls make?" I asked. Sarah's previous job had been for an ISP where she had helped many of their clients set up moneymaking web cams.

"It's not a lot, but I know some of the more successful ones were getting around $500 a month. I've got the contacts to make it work," she answered.

"You'd do that?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe if I lived by myself."

"Well, why don't you look into it and maybe we could set something up in the bedroom. I know we're going to need the money really soon here." We had moved our computer equipment into the dining room and set up an office from which we could conduct our job searches. Six weeks of nothing had us both discouraged and broke

She looked into it and figured out that we could go through a cam portal site and get a portion of the subscription fees rather than trying to set everything up on our own. They promised thousands a month, but from her experience at the ISP, she knew the girls were making perhaps hundreds at the most.

So we set her laptop up in the bedroom with the web cam and she started the rough process of gaining subscribers. She was in the room almost all the time, starting around 12 noon and not leaving until after midnight. She'd decided to do some nudity for free and then some raunchier stuff and requests for subscribers only. 

Within a couple of weeks her subscriber list had grown to over 25 people and she was able to cut down on the amount of time spent on the free part of the show. But she also had lost most of her inhibitions about nudity and was usually walking around the house in lingerie or a bathrobe.

She also began to speak more openly about what her subscribers wanted her to do. I had seen the dildoes, vegetables, panties, and lube lying around our bedroom and I was curious, but not really all that comfortable with it and jokingly let her know that I didn't want to hear about it. That quelled most of the talk.

When the money finally began to come in, it wasn't nearly enough. She started to heavily promote her cam in other places, newsgroups, online personals, search engines, but it still wasn't enough. She also found a web board where cam operators could talk about the intricacies of getting clients and making the most money. This taught her one thing: men make nearly 4 times the loot that girls do.

"You need to set up a cam," she informed me one afternoon.

"Oh right, girls don't need cam-boy lovin'. They can get guys naked in front of their web cam any time they want," I chuckled.

"Not girls, dummy. Other men"

"Oh, ick." I said.

"What? You never have to touch or look at them. Just pretend it's women you're chatting with."

"You've told me of some pretty raunchy conversations you've had with guys. 'I wish I could feel your balls on my chin and your hot come in my throat!'" I mocked.

"Hey, you're pretty good at that," she smiled. "So, pretend you're mocking me when you do it. Guys make like 4 times the profit that girls do. It's pathetic!"

"4 times? That would solve a few of our problems," I said with a tone of concession that sealed the deal.

We set up a cam for me in the dining room and started looking for clients. I had to get a few shots of my erect cock to post in a few places, which wasn't easy, knowing what I was doing it for. That brought up another point. How was I supposed to get hard when I was talking to guys who can see me? I decided to set up the TV near my PC with the VCR and I rented some dirty movies. Watching them kept me erect and also gave me ideas of what to say to these guys. 

Within a few weeks, the two of us were making enough money to live on. Sarah was wrong about my income being 4 times hers, it was more like 2.5 times hers, but it was still better than starving and we were finally able to catch up on our bills. 

The biggest side effect, however, was that we were now "talking shop" with each other as though it were a new coding language or design standard we'd learned together. "How long do you wait before you let yourself come?" she'd ask. "Do you really come?" I'd ask. "What do you do if you're just not into it?" she'd ask. "Have they asked you for anything you just won't do?" I'd ask.

"They really want to meet me and I won't do that," she said.

"Yeah, same here. They're always trying to get my phone number and private email address. I think they actually like it when I tell them I'm straight. They don't outwardly believe it, but they seem to enjoy the "fantasy" that I'm a struggling straight guy doing gay cam shows because I need the money," I told her.

"I will sometimes, for a price, put a requested item in my pussy and keep it there between shows. That seems to drive them wild," she said, rolling her eyes with a grin. 

"They really want me to bring in another guy," I confessed. "I could make a lot more if I was doing my show with someone else." Saying this made me blush.

"Me too, a lot more." she said with a spark of excitement in both her demeanor and her voice. "I would, but I don't know anybody I want to fuck."

"I wouldn't do it," I replied. "I am so not into that."

"I wasn't asking you to. I just meant that if I had a boyfriend..." she trailed off.

"No, I meant I wouldn't do it with another guy." Then came an uncomfortable silence. Was it Freudian? Why did she assume I thought she was asking me to fuck her? What if she took my response the wrong way?

"Ok, I have to go get ready for my next show." She slid off into the bedroom and I went back to searching the want ads.

After a while we'd paid the bills, but we were still constantly short on cash and the job search was really not panning out. We'd both been losing memberships. It had always been a constant cycle, but fewer new than lost clients lately and we'd both started getting raunchier in an attempt to at least hold onto what we had.

"What if we did a show together?" she asked. "We could grab a whole new set of perverts."

"You mean...have sex with each other?" I asked in disgust.

"No, just like...masturbate together. Do our separate shows, but in front of one camera."

"I don't think I could," I stated. "I sometimes have a hard time doing it just knowing you're in the next room." It's funny to think that two months ago we wouldn't even have said the word 'masturbate' in front of each other. Now we were entertaining the idea of doing it in front of each other.

"I have a client who will pay us $200 for it," she blurted, followed by a pregnant pause.

"He knows your brother does a cam show and wants to see us together?" I asked with a scared look on my face.

"No, I uh…well, it's a woman…I told her about your show," she giggled. "I think she even subscribed. She doesn't have any siblings and incest is a big fetish of hers. We've talked about it a lot and she kind of thinks I've got the same inclinations."

"The idea makes my stomach hurt. What if I can't keep it up?" I protested.

"We can turn on a video or something," she said, eying my collection. "I don't know how else we're going to pay bills. There aren't a whole lot of other options."

"Ugh...I think I'll have to have a few drinks first to loosen up." I caved; I knew she was right.

"She also said that if she likes it she'll want future shows," she continued.

"Well, that's something that depends on how it works for us. It's not up to her," I insisted, still not eager to do it, but knowing how much it would help.

So we set a date and time with her, received her payment, and prepared for the show. We set up Sarah's laptop next to my PC in the dining room and did our regular daily shows together, but on separate cameras. It was a test to see how well I could keep it up. Really, it turned out to not be so hard. 

We both had a few drinks and were joking with each other throughout. Then the moment of truth came. We had promised her an hour of masturbating together at her command, but specified that we wouldn't physically interact with each other.

The show started out perfectly. We sat together facing the keyboard at first, disrobing slowly while describing sexual acts. The video we'd put in was a lesbian strap-on flick I'd not seen and it helped me to get and keep an erection. 

Once disrobed and fully aroused, she asked us to turn in our chairs so that we were facing each other. She was giving us commands and we stopped responding via the keyboard. 

I was tipsy enough to get pretty flirtatious with her and watch my sister dipping her big dildo into her pussy without losing my erection. I'd separated myself from the fact that it was Sarah and felt like I was just seeing a dildo sliding in and out of an anonymous, wet pussy.

Off and on during our show Sarah would pull the dildo out of her pussy and point to the gaping hole it left, joking about wanting me to replace the dildo with my cock. I would refuse and she would lean forward and attempt to put her head in my lap. Then I'd push her back into her chair and away from me in disgust. The woman seemed to totally love our little act.

Sarah had her feet up on her chair and her pussy jutting toward the camera and worked the dildo in and out with a rhythmic motion. Watching her breasts roll back and forth on her chest with every thrust was almost hypnotic and I found myself stroking my cock in rhythm.

As the hour came to a close, we both began to masturbate in earnest in front of the camera. Sarah had the dildo in one hand and her other on her clit. My left hand was holding the base of my cock while the right was working the shaft. We almost seemed to be competing in a silly attempt to beat each other to orgasm.

Finally, I could hear Sarah moaning and saying dirty things under her breath as she neared orgasm. "Oh god...fuck me...oh god...I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come." Her whisper was turning into a tense growl. 

At our guest's typed command, Sarah let herself go. "Aaaaaaanghhh! I'm coming!!" she yelled as she furiously worked her clit in rhythm to the convulsions of her body. She slumped back in her chair and closed her legs tight around her dildo and let out a loud sigh of relief, bringing her knees to her chest so the end of the dildo protruded from between her thighs.

The sight of her coming so violently sent a tingle through my body, culminating in my balls. I leaned back in my chair, focusing my strokes on the bulbous head of my cock and finally brought myself to the brink of orgasm. I felt the wave of release begin to roll over the peak of frenzied energy and closed my eyes as the first spasms of ejaculation seized the base of my cock. 

Almost simultaneously, Sarah surprised me and leapt forward, catching the tip of my dick in her mouth. I gasped in surprise, but it was too late and I was unloading explosive spurts of semen onto her swirling tongue. 

"Sarah!" I yelled as I lurched forward, pulling her back by her hair. Her mouth swept over the tip of my cock and made it about five inches away as I shot another jet of semen that coated her lips and dribbled down her chin. She turned toward the camera and spat my come out into her hand, holding it so that the woman could see the puddle, then massaged it into her breasts and nipples.

Unsure how to react in front of the camera, I looked at her in horror while she signed off with our guest and turned to me.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she shouted. "I didn't know you were about to come and I was going to pretend to try to go down on you thinking you'd push me away again. When you didn't, I didn't know what to do."

"Uh, you could have just backed off!" I remarked sarcastically.

"But I didn't want her to know I was faking it," she whined. "Oh my god, I need to go wash off and brush my teeth!" She ran, naked, to the bathroom and I put my clothes on. I scooped hers up and took them to her.

"Hey, I'm sorry I got so mad at you. I don't think we should do this again."

"I agree. I feel all...dirty and used now," she said with a shiver. "I need to take a shower. I think that was way beyond my boundaries." 

…

But a few weeks later we were once again in bad financial shape.

"What if we scripted it so there aren't any surprises?" I asked Sarah one night over dinner.

"I've been thinking about it too," she admitted. "I really don't feel bad about it except for the confusion at the end."

"Yeah, I was actually kind of having fun. Maybe we could just tell each other what we're going to do before we do it," I offered. "She can't hear us."

"Oh, I wanted to tell you something else…" she said hesitantly. 

"What?" I was getting scared again.

"I've been talking to 'HotKitty911' again…" she squirmed. "Well, she'll give us $300 if you will come on me. Otherwise she'd only agree to $200."

"Gross. That woman is so creepy," I said. "You didn't agree to it did you?"

"No, I told her you'd never go for it," she grumbled.

"You blamed it on me? You're just as grossed out about it as I am, if not more!" I shouted.

"I know, but she thinks I'm as turned on by incest as she is. When I put on a show for her, you're the reluctant one," she teased. "That's what keeps her coming back – the thought that maybe one day I'll seduce you into fucking me."

"But I think even the most conservative cam boy who was willing to masturbate in front of his sister would be willing to shoot his wad on her for an extra $100," I argued. "I'm going to be shooting it anyway; why does it matter where it goes?"

"Well, if it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me," she huffed. "It's a lot of money for a few moments' discomfort."

Unsure how or why I'd painted myself into this corner, I accepted the inevitable as I realized that we'd probably do just about anything for money at this point.

"Well, $300 for an hour's work isn't bad, I guess," I said sheepishly. The excitement of making $150 an hour each overshadowed the weirdness of what we were about to do somehow.

A few hours later we were finishing off our second round of cocktails as we waited for our guest to log on. Lube, toys, and video were all in place and we were anxiously chit chatting and watching the clock tick away the last minute prior to our show. 

"Oh crap!" Sarah exclaimed as she jumped up and ran to the bedroom. She returned with a little rubber ball. "I told her I'd keep this in me until the show," she giggled. After dribbling a little lube onto it, she pulled up her skirt, put her hand in her panties and inserted it. When she saw me watching her, wide-eyed and blushing, she blushed as well. "Sorry," she grinned.

She logged on and the show went almost exactly as before in the beginning. Dirty talk, disrobing, and finally the toys came out. The video we'd chosen this time was a gangbang flick and was doing its job of keeping me up.

The difference this time was that she was a lot more interested in Sarah than in me and several times asked me to hold the camera close to her while she masturbated. Toward the end of the hour, she asked me to hold the camera close to Sarah's pussy so she could "see if she's kept my secret." 

Watching the computer screen to ensure the scene was well centered and visible, I found it easy to distance myself from my relationship with the young girl to whom these exciting thighs, fingers, and body fluids belonged. 

She put her legs together and pulled her knees up to her chest. I aimed the camera first at her face while she blew her a kiss and winked, then moved down her body to the bulbous end of the enormous dildo protruding from between her swollen, glistening lips. 

I felt my cock stir and tingle as I watched. Its partial erection began to surge and pulse as it worked toward full stature.

She slid her right hand from under her knee, down her thigh and encircled the end of the dildo with her fist. Working it out a little, then back in then out a little more, she slowly pulled the fat toy out of her pussy. The gaping hole it left closed as she contracted her muscles and produced the little rubber ball. 

"Put it in her mouth," she typed.

"You ok with that?" I asked her.

"Yeah, go ahead," she replied.

I reached my hand into the frame and Sarah shivered and sighed as my fingers pulled the glistening ball from between her swollen lips. I followed my hand with the camera up to her face. She opened her mouth and accepted it with her tongue and seductively licked her lips.

I moved the camera back to her pussy as she reinserted the still well lubed dildo. I held it there for a while so she could watch Sarah slowly sliding it in and out, then moved it back to it's stand.

"Now give her the camera," she typed. "I want to see the 'money shot' ;)"

I handed Sarah the camera and positioned myself between her legs so that the frame had her furry pubic mound at the bottom, her thighs to the sides in a v formation, and my cock, fist and balls in the middle. I hadn't even glanced at the porno we'd put on in several minutes, but Sarah's little show had really excited me and my cock was ready to burst.

While Sarah again removed the dildo and set it aside, I added a little lube to my palm and began to stroke. Her gaze was fixed on the computer screen so she had no idea that I was staring intently at her wide-open pussy, fantasizing about the last girl I'd fucked, oh so long ago. Coming in a pussy was something I missed sorely. 

As I began to find my rhythm, my breathing quickened and my pace evened out. Sarah's hips began to roll as she moved her free hand down to her pussy and started stroking her clit.

"No, no…move your hand. I want to see everything," HotKitty911 typed.

She reluctantly moved her hand back to the chair arm, but her hips were still rolling. I could tell by the look on her face she was being tortured as she watched the scene in the cam window. I was surprisingly turned on by that thought and quickened the movement of my hand in response. 

Sarah started to buck her hips up and down as though she were trying to touch her pussy to me. I only realized that was exactly what she was trying to do when I felt my balls slap against her swollen, wet mound.

"Ah!" she grunted and let out a sigh. I hated to deny her the pleasure she was seeking, so I moved a little closer so that my balls slapped against her with each of my strokes.

"Oh my god," she moaned. "This is gonna make me come!" Her eyes were still on the screen, but the frame was bouncing slightly back and forth. I continued to bounce my balls on her pussy, each slap bringing me closer to the edge. "Aaaaaaannnnnnnnggggghhhh…yes, oh god. I'm coming, I'm coming," she grunted.

As her orgasm wracked her body and she slumped back down into the chair, she shot her hand down between her legs to squeeze the final sensations out of her convulsing pussy.

"Hey, no hand :)," our guest typed.

Giving her pussy one last, lingering squeeze, she let her hand fall back to her side as her chest heaved with each breath. I watched her breasts bounce and swirl and when I moved my gaze back to her pelvis, I could see the muscles in her pussy contracting while thick, slippery fluids oozed from it and down the crack of her ass. The sight was exquisite and, as I imagined the feeling of my cock putting those fluids, the orifice, and its muscles to their intended use, I groaned, "oh god Sarah, I'm coming!"

She moved the camera up above my cock and zoomed in, then lifted her legs to her chest and moved her pelvis toward me so her open pussy was more visible. This filled the frame with only her pelvis and mine. To ensure our guest saw the ejaculation, I pointed my cock at Sarah's pubic hair as I felt my orgasm take over. 


Sibling Cam



I groaned loudly as thick, ropey jets of semen shot from the tip of my cock onto her pussy, coating her pubic hair and filling the open, pink gap between her labia. Sarah reached down and rubbed the slippery mess into her pussy.

"Bravo!" the woman typed. I fell back into my chair, exhausted. Sarah sat up to the keyboard and said our goodbyes.

"Wow," she droned, sitting back in her chair with an incredulous look. "That was pretty…uh…hot."

"A little too hot," I replied. "I wasn't exactly sure where it was going to stop." I had actually considered pushing my cock into her, not just pointing it at her. 

"Boundaries were the last thing on my mind for a while there," she admitted. Grabbing the towel from the floor, she dabbed at the mess between her legs.

"I guess knowing it was worth an extra hundred overshadowed the weirdness I was feeling about it," I offered. "And without that weirdness, nothing seemed off limits."

….

HotKitty911 was so impressed with our show that she immediately scheduled another one for the following evening. I spent the next day thinking about the coming evening and had to wear jeans to hide my excitement. Sarah spent the day in her room online until it was time to move her equipment out next to mine.

"I talked her into an extra hundred…" Sarah said hesitantly.

"Ok…for what?" I asked.

"She wants a couple of things," she expanded. "She wants you to come on me."

"Uh huh. And?"

"Well, she wants us to touch each other," she finally admitted reluctantly. "She'll give us $200 each if we get each other off."

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "She really is a perv."

"That's $700 dollars between yesterday's show and today's," she pleaded.

"Sarah, I know, but I'm beginning to forget what it is that's wrong with this and that really bothers me," I argued. "What if we regret this for the rest of our lives?"

"It's not like we're doing any of this on our own time or just for fun or anything," she said, taking my hand into hers. "We're doing what we have to do to survive and pay our bills. What would you regret more: A hand job from your sister or taking it up the ass in fast food?"

The sense she was making seemed to just add to the cloud that had settled over my moral senses. I had to mull it over. In reality I wanted her to jerk me off in front of the camera, but at the same time I hated the surreal mess my life was becoming and feared that it could explode into a traumatic stress that would haunt us for the rest of our lives. Once again, however, my baser instincts won out, though this time it was libido more than greed.

"Ok. How should we do this then?" I asked.

"Well, I was thinking we could set the cam up beside my bed with the laptop on a chair," she suggested. You could lie by my side and finger me, then I could straddle you and jerk you off afterward. What do you think?"

"That sounds fine," I said as though she'd talked me into it.

We set it all up in the bedroom and sat on the edge of her twin bed awaiting our guest.

"Hi kids…did you discuss my offer?" she typed.

"We did," responded Sarah. "We'll take it."

"Ok. Here's what I want," she started. "I want you both naked. Him laying behind you, both on your sides." Pretty much what we'd already planned, although now we were aware that our planning could have little to do with what actually happens.

"Ok…hold on," she typed.

We looked at each other and started taking our clothes off. Once naked, we lay down on the bed in the requested position, basically "spooning," except that Sarah had her top leg up so her foot was at her knee. I pulled Sarah's white sheet up over my legs in a conflicted sort of modesty.

"I want him to tell you a story," she ordered. "The story of his last really good sexual encounter. And I want you to type it for me as he tells it."

I laughed inside as I read this. Do I tell Sarah that our last show was the best sexual experience I'd had in months? Just thinking about it made my cock stir.

"I think I know what it is…" Sarah teased, in an almost psychic reference to our last show. I guess it wasn't something I'd have to tell her.

"No you don't!" I shouted and tickled her ribs. She squirmed and dug her ass back against my still inflating cock. "Ok. Stop and let me come up with something." The last girl I'd had sex with was a co-worker who would occasionally come to dinner with me after work, then home to spend the night. It was a boring story and the sex left a lot to be desired, but I could probably embellish it with bits and pieces from other experiences I'd had.

"Ok," I started. "When I was working at the software company there was this girl who I sat across the cube wall from." Sarah typed only slightly slower than I talked. I continued a little more slowly. "One day I was installing some new hardware and had to climb under my desk to get at the cables. While I was down there I noticed her legs visible through the space between the cube wall and the floor. I bent down a little further and could see her knees, then her skirt. 

"She wasn't sitting like a lady, but it was much too dark under the desk to see anything. So I grabbed my little penlight and very cautiously pointed it up under her skirt. She had some really sexy white cotton panties on and I could see the puffiness of both of her lips straining against the fabric." Talking like this was bringing my cock to attention and it was beginning to slide up between Sarah's parted thighs.

"The sight of that really turned me on. I pressed on my hardening dick through my jeans and rubbed it a little. I continued to stare up her skirt and felt a little pre-come find its way out into the cotton of my underwear." My cock was now fully erect and pressing firmly against Sarah's nicely trimmed pubic hair.

She giggled a little and squirmed back against me as I continued. "I looked behind me to make sure nobody was watching me, and when I turned back around the girl had bent down under her desk and was staring me in the eyes. I fumbled with an explanation as to why I was under her desk with my penlight, but she knew what was going on. Only, to my surprise, she whispered for me to meet her in the stairwell." Sarah giggled again and I could feel her slightly rocking her pelvis. I almost gasped, but I wanted to at least keep a façade of disgust with the situation we'd put ourselves in.

"I wasn't sure what to think, but was horny enough to think it might be worth it, so I climbed out from under my desk and headed for the stairwell. She met me there and had me follow her to the top. On the way up, I was two or three steps behind her, still being cautious, but horny as hell. She glanced behind her and bent over at the waist a little, flipping up her skirt, and asked me if this is what I was looking for down there. I could see a little wet spot in the crotch of her cute little cotton panties and grabbed for the waist band, pulling them down just enough to see the pink of her swollen pussy lips before she pulled ahead and out of my reach." Sarah let out a sigh and pressed her pussy firmly against the tip of my dick. Startled, I pulled back a little and she resumed her typing.

"We got to the top and she pulled me close and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I pulled up on the bottom of her skirt and brought it up around her waist…" I was interrupted by a command on the screen.

"I want you to pinch her nipples while she types," she ordered.

"You ok with that?" I asked Sarah.

"Yeah," she responded with a quick breath.

Taking Sarah's right nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I continued. "I pushed my hand into her panties and she was already dripping wet. She threw a leg up onto the railing, opening her pussy to my probing fingers while we continued to kiss." I could feel Sarah's nipple hardening and her typing became a little erratic. She began to gyrate her hips again.

"I pushed a couple of fingers into her and started grinding my palm against her clit." I gave Sarah's nipple a hard squeeze when I said the word 'clit,' and she moaned audibly for the first time. "She continued to grind her pelvis up against my hand while she undid the zipper on my pants. As my erect cock sprang forth, she burst into a fitful…" I paused and pressed the tip of my dick against Sarah's pussy as I clamped onto her nipple. "Orgasm," I droned languidly into her ear. 

She gasped and thrust her pelvis back against me. The tip of my dick slipped between her slippery lips, up over her clitoris, and then popped over her pubic mound. I maintained my grip on her nipple as she visibly forced herself to continue typing.

"As her shaking stopped, she brought her leg down off of the railing and slipped her panties down around her knees. She turned her back to me and bent at the waist, giving me access to her dripping hole." Sarah began rubbing her clit against the tip of my cock in short, abrupt strokes. Her breath was quickened and her quiet moans were getting louder.

"I slipped my cock between her legs, but not into her pussy yet. I rested it between her swollen lips and slowly slid it back and forth, bringing the ridge of the tip just past the little nub of her clitoris. I could feel her shivering with each pass." Sarah slowed her pelvic thrusts to match the motion I had just described in my story. When I felt the tip of my cock slip past her clit, Sarah moaned loudly and stopped typing. Her motion grew slower, but more forceful.

"I continued this motion until she was shaking, practically begging me to slip it into her. I slid a hand around in front of her, down between her legs, and pushed the tip of my cock backward with my index finger. I continued to press forward with my hips so that when it was lined up correctly, the full length of my cock disappeared into her velvety slick cunt." With these words Sarah's right hand left the keyboard and shot down to her snatch. Landing squarely on the tip of my dick, she pushed it backward as she brought her thighs together, firmly trapping my cock.

"I want to see your brother make you cum," our guest typed.

"Make me come, big brother," Sarah growled at me.

I took my right hand from her nipple and moved it to her wet and swollen cunt. Her clit was huge and easy to find and I rubbed it gently with my middle finger for a few seconds before she shouted, "harder!!"

Her legs were clamped so tightly around my cock that I couldn't move it forward or backward, so I started grinding it in place as I laid into her clit from the other side. Sarah's pelvis was bucking wildly back and forth and the wetness was beginning to saturate the area between her thighs. I could feel my cock beginning to glide more easily between them as suddenly Sarah was convulsing in an explosive orgasm.

Her thighs clamped even more tightly around my cock while her gyrations became deeper and slower. It felt as though the rotations were alternately inviting my cock into the depths of her hungry pussy and then, in a reluctant change of heart, pushing me away. I would have given anything at that moment to just be drawn in, but on some level I knew it would be best if we didn't go into that territory.

Sarah's orgasm subsided and she resumed her position at the keyboard. "Oh my god that was so incredible," she typed. "I think I was on a different world just then." She brought her leg back up again, allowing my cock to find its place against her now wide-open pussy. One wrong move and it would be deep inside her, easily.

"Finish the story now," or guest commanded.

"Ok, so…I slipped my cock into her," I continued, wishing now that Sarah hadn't already been satisfied. "Not slowly, but all at once. I heard her gasp as the tip of my dick came into contact with her cervix and my balls slapped against her clit. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back toward me as tightly as I could." I brought my still wet fingers back up to Sarah's nipples, and once again, her pelvis started rotating against me.

"I pushed her away with the opposite motion, bringing my cock almost fully out of her, then slowly, inch by inch, slid it back into her. As I once again came into contact with her cervix, she moaned again and I started pounding my cock into her as quickly and deeply as I could." Sarah began to diddle her clit with the tip of my cock, but this time, due to the wetness and swelling, it was a struggle to keep it from going into her each time she would thrust backward. 

"She reached down between her legs and started playing with her clit. I could feel her movements with my balls and that was it for me. I unloaded into her pussy with a loud groan," I whispered. Sarah stopped moving, but had positioned my cock directly at the opening of her pussy. The slightest movement from either of us would have us fucking.

"I slid my dick out of her, turned her around and pulled her panties up. Pulling her to me, I put my hand on her panty-covered, cum-filled pussy and whispered into her ear 'now you've got something to remind you of me,' and kissed her deeply."

Sarah giggled and turned to me saying, "That's so hot! I didn't know you were such a bad boy."

"Ok, now I want you to make him come," our guest ordered.

Sarah sighed and looked back at me. "Ok," she said as she began to sit up. The movement, however, sent the tip of my dick past the outer ridge of her pussy and into its sweet, incestuous envelope.

"Oh god Sarah," I moaned. "We can't…" I didn't want her to stop, but I didn't want the consequences of her continuing to be my responsibility either. 

She continued to sit up and my cock continued its ascent into her body. "Yes, dear brother, we can," she giggled, with probably 3 or 4 full inches of my cock in her pussy, as she stood straight up, causing my cock to flop to the bed. "But we're not going to."

I was relieved and crushed at the same time. God how I wanted to erupt into orgasm deep inside of my beautiful sister. However, seeing Sarah retrieving a bottle of lubrication from the bedside table reminded that not all was lost. She returned to the bed, pushed me onto my back and then straddled me.

Applying the lube liberally to both my cock and her hand, she looked into my eyes as she began to stroke me. "I'm not going to last very long, Sarah," I warned her.

"It's ok big brother. The show is ending soon anyway," she said in a very mothering tone.

I put my hands on her thighs and closed my eyes as I lost myself in the sensation of each of her fingers sliding over the ridge of the tip of my cock. Her hand was moving up and down on my cock in an exquisite manner and each upstroke sent a tingle through my body. Hand jobs had always been one of my favorite sexual activities and I began to squirm under her. 

Sarah began to rock her hips as she sat on top of me, scooting forward a little to bring the base of my cock into contact with her swollen lips. I grabbed the pillow under my head and squeezed it tightly. My orgasm was imminent, but I think Sarah was just as close because she started rubbing her clit along the shaft of my cock with each stroke of her hand. 

She was moaning loudly and shouting, "Oh god…I need it, I need it!" as her fingers expertly worked the tip of my cock into a frothy, slurping mess and her pussy lips encircled the shaft. I was so turned on that I couldn't hold back and felt an orgasm begin to rip through my crotch. 

Sarah stopped stroking and opened her fist, pushing my cock backward just as the first spurt of semen worked its way from my balls and I felt the sweet, warm envelope of my sister's pussy engulf my erupting cock. I felt her cervix against the tip of my cock as I coated it with my slippery fluids. 

"Oh my god…don't come yet. I just need to get off again and then you can come. Oh fuck me. Don't come inside me…Oh god…I'm gonna come…don't come yet…I'm gonna…Oh god…I'm coming!" Sarah shouted as I felt the third and fourth bursts of potent, incestuous semen flooding her cunt.

"Sarah, I'm coming!" I shouted, my balls now empty. "Stop! Oh fuck, stop!"

She laid down on me and grabbed my ass, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. "Don't come yet! Don't come inside me." she moaned, seemingly oblivious to what I'd said.

My dick was so sensitive I grabbed her ass and tried to hold her still, but she was still too focused on her own orgasm and was intent on squeezing as much sensation from her convulsing pussy as she possibly could. She moaned loudly as she finally stopped grinding.

"Oh my god, that was incredible…" she managed to say between heaving breaths. "Oh fuck. Did you come? Oh god, I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop."

"I couldn't hold back," I said between breaths. "I was beginning to come when I slipped into you."

"It's almost like I have a psychic sense for when to really fuck things up," she complained. "I'd better go see if I can wash my pussy out." She went to the keyboard and started typing. "Sorry, that was totally unplanned. He just came inside me and I need to do go wash my pussy out. We'll talk again later?" and signed off.

"When was your period?" I asked as she left the room.

"I don't think we're in danger. I just don't want to take any chances," she said reassuringly from the bathroom. "My last period ended, like, three weeks ago." 

After several minutes of running water and splashing sounds, Sarah returned to the bedroom and lay down next to me on the bed. Turning on our sides, I put my arm around her, pulled the blankets up onto us, and cuddled up next to her. Soon we were asleep.



Sibling Cinema Surprise



Author's Note: Erotic film debut brings unsuspecting siblings together.

*

"What am I going to do?" Deborah asked shakily, a grimace creasing her lovely facial features. She tossed the ripped envelope and its contents onto her dresser, one of the wartime standard-issue types adorning freshman dorm rooms all across the spacious campus at Penn State. She cupped her head in her hands, her shoulders heaving in a sob.

I strode to the dresser and picked up the crinkled paper. I immediately recognized it as the bill for second-semester tuition, room & board, fees and various and sundry other cash grabs by the school administration. The Nittany Lion on the letterhead was a dead giveaway. Some nerve the university had, plastering a mascot on a blue-and-white demand for five figures.

I made my way over to Deborah and placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "So what's the big deal?" I asked, "Tuition falling due should come as no surprise..."

She hesitated, still shaking with sobs, then stammered, "N-n-no... It's j-j-just that I th-th-thought things would w-w-work out somehow by now..."

"Deb, what the heck are you talking about?" I queried.

"Tommy, you know how the economy's been... Mom & Dad's travel agency has taken a big hit. People don't spend money on luxury vacations during tough times. Dad's had to take a second mortgage on the house just to keep the agency afloat. There's nothing left for tuition for Dave and me. And they made too much last year for Dave and me to qualify for financial aid..."

So that was it. She needed money to stay in school Her fraternal twin, Dave, was in the same boat. I knew him vaguely through Deb -- he was also a Penn State freshman. My mind whirled with the possibility of Deb being forced to leave the Happy Valley campus, most likely losing touch with me for good. These past 3 months had seen the development of a most unusual but satisfying relationship. The stunning redhead had become my close friend, confidant and frequent fuck buddy - nothing monogamous, more as playmates than lovers, but I had a great fondness for her and she for me.

"I wish I could help," I replied meekly, "Unfortunately, I'm as reliant on parents as the next guy." I gave her a hug, smoothing her auburn tresses as I spoke. "We'll think of something," I managed weakly. She looked up at me with sad green eyes. I could tell that now was not a good time to suggest a comforting roll in the hay, so I kissed her on the cheek and said my goodbyes.

Strolling across the campus toward my room in Geary Hall, I was racking my brain for some way to assist. I couldn't give her money, but maybe I could help her to earn some quickly. "Think, Thomas," I cajoled myself, "WWJD -- what would Jopa do?"

Ah, yes -- Joe Paterno, head football coach for the last half-century and fount of wisdom -- he could think of something. But somehow, I didn't think he'd have the time of day for a nerd like me, especially if he knew it be spent primarily on preserving my main supply of ready and willing pussy for the remainder of my time at University Park.

"Jopa's a freakin' rock star," I laughed to myself. I looked up and saw the Big Dipper in the dark sky. I traced its path that pointed toward Polaris, the North Star. "Star light, star bright, I wish I may, I wish I might..." I whispered. I truly was wishing upon a star for a solution. And then it hit me...

"Star... star... holy shit, it just might work!"

I reached in my pocket for my cell phone. Scrolling through the address book, I quickly found Uncle Melo's listing and pushed the green button.

"Melo here!" came the voice on the other end of the line.

"Uncle Melo, it's me, Tommy!"

"Hey, boy -- wassup?! Hold on, don't get cranked up -- I'm in the middle of supervisin' a shoot. Gotta make it quick!"

"That's just what I was calling you about, Uncle Melo -- a shoot. I seem to remember you doing a series of videos on college girls at big schools across the country. Are you still working your way through that?"

"Here and there -- lots of campuses done, lots more to go. I'm doin' other stuff as well."

"Have you done Penn State yet?"

"No, actually we were heading there in a couple of weeks. Why -- you wantin' your fifteen minutes of fame?"

"No, I couldn't risk that kind of fame with my future career headed toward politics. Actually -- I'm thinking about a friend of mine. She wants to be a vet, and she's about to have to bail out of school. For financial reasons..."

"And she wants to earn some money quick?"

"Yeah, something like that. How much do you pay?"

"Depends on what she's willing to do on screen. Could be a couple of grand -- could be anywhere up to ten grand. Could be even more if she's good enough to sign to more films."

"Ten grand just might be enough..."

"And she'd be willing to be in a porn flick to earn it?"

"I don't know about her willingness. But she could be a star if she'll do it."

"Tell me about her."

"Red hair -- auburn, not the orangey kind. Freckles -- but cute, not distracting. Pale green eyes. Great figure. Smart as a whip. Fucks like a fiend. Seductive smile, a little wanton and a little innocent..."

"Sounds like you're sweet on her."

"Nah, not really. I like her a lot, but I don't think she'd blossom in the political arena. She's too damned honest and sincere. Wouldn't suffer the fools one has to entertain and suck up to while climbing one's way to the governor's mansion. But she makes a great no-false-commitments fuck buddy..."

"And you're okay with her being filmed getting laid by some other guy?"

I gulped. Not really -- we both screwed other people from time to time, but we certainly didn't have the opportunity to watch each other doing it. "I'm fine with it," I lied.

"Sounds like the kind of girl I'd be looking for when I'm doing my Penn State shoot. Have her give me a ring if she's interested."

"Okay, Uncle Melo -- thanks!"

I flipped the phone shut, a spring in my step and my yoke a little lighter as I climbed the stairs to my dorm room. I had a lifeline for her, but how to broach the subject with Deborah was another matter...

* * * * *

"So let me get this straight -- you want to pimp me out as a porn star?" Deb was becoming breathless, her voice higher-pitched than I'd ever heard it before.

I was right -- there had been no easy way to broach the subject.

"It's not pimping -- it's so you can stay in school. A pimp gains his livelihood off his girls. I get nothing from this..."

"You don't think I'm smart enough to see through you? You're doing this so that you can keep on screwing me! Screw me over so that you can screw me again!" Her voice was reaching a crescendo.

The truth hurt, but I managed to counter in a soothing tone, "You know I really like you, Deb -- a lot. And I'm trying to help you get an education..."

With that, Deb burst into tears. "Oh, Tommy," she cried, "you really are my friend. You just have a really strange way of showing it..."

"If there were any other way, there's no way I'd suggest this. You know the old saying, 'Necessity is the mother of invention'..."

"Necessity yes, but you're stupider than you look if you think your Uncle Melo invented the porn flick," she laughed, crinkling her nose in mischief. "What the hell kind of name is 'Melo' anyway?"

"It's short for Carmelo -- but it also fits his attitude. He's one mellow dude. You'll like working for him."

"Who says I'm going to work for him?" Her stern look was impossible to read, her eyes squinting so as not to give anything away.

"I just thought... given the options..."

She smiled primly. "Okay, okay -- it just might work. But would you do it with me? At least then I'd know I could trust my partner."

"You know I couldn't do it, not with my future aspirations. But I could be there with you in the studio, for moral support."

"So I'd be fucking a total stranger?"

"Well, maybe it's best that way. You know -- never have to see each other again, forget the whole thing."

"Might be hard to forget if the video surfaces at some inopportune time down the line."

"I know you better than that -- you're fearless. If you make a judgment that this is what's needed now, you're not going to let some asshole intimidate you over it later."

"You know me too fucking well, Tommy -- has it only been one semester?"

"Yeah, but with any luck it's going to be at least seven more. And speaking of fucking well, I thought maybe you could use a little practice before Uncle Melo comes to town..."

* * * * *

Deb and I had fucked like rabbits for the last two weeks. I honestly believe the thought of starring in a porn flick had made Deb hornier than usual, and I was beginning to become accustomed to the idea as well. Truth be told, my libido was beginning to get hyperactive at the thought of watching her screw a total stranger on-screen.

The day for the filming finally arrived. The weather had begun to turn a bit nippy, and I wasn't sure if the tumescent peaks of Deborah's breasts outlined against her blouse were due to the cold or to her excitement.

Uncle Melo had rented an oversized hotel suite in downtown State College to serve as a studio. When we arrived, the camera crew had nearly finished setting up. There were three cameras and three men to man them, along with Uncle Melo and a couple of studio hands. "Not a woman in the bunch," I thought, "I guess equal opportunity has gone the way of the dinosaur..."

Perhaps a tinge of jealousy was overtaking me. Not only was Deb going to fuck a perfect stranger, but there would be six other men besides me witnessing it.

"You ready?" I asked Deb.

"Ready as I'll ever be." She caught me staring at her breasts, which could be clearly seen to be engorged through the fabric of her top.

"Busted," I replied.

"Busty, and that's it," she retorted.

I raised one eyebrow in silent challenge.

She took a moment to reply. "Okay, busted -- I'm ready as hell, and I'm all wet just thinking about it."

"That's my girl. No shit, no fear."

"My only fear is picking up something deadly from whoever they've got matched up with me."

"No worries. Melo insists on condoms for all his films."

"If he didn't, I would," she said gravely.

"Time to suit up -- or, suit down, I should say!" piped up Uncle Melo with a snicker.

The hotel suite had bathrooms on both ends, with a king-sized bed in between. Melo pointed at the bathroom nearest to us. "Your male lead is already in the other one, either working up his nerve or vomiting up his guts. Got here just a few minutes before you. Says it's the first time he's done anything like this. Hired him from the campus this afternoon. Nice-looking kid, real big dick..."

Deb pretended not to be interested. "Don't I need a costume to change into?" she asked Melo.

"Nah -- I prefer to start with the sex scenes, let my co-stars get to know each other that way, then film the clothed scenes and the disrobing scenes afterward, tailored to the kind of chemistry they have. Gotta take away the jitters by relieving the sexual tension right away."

"Oh -- I... see..." murmured Deb, suddenly looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Don't I at least need a robe?"

"Nobody's gonna see anything as you stroll from the bathroom that they won't see 30 seconds later when the cameras roll, sweetie. This business ain't made for modesty..."

"It'll be okay," I whispered in her ear, "you go, girl..."

With that, she threw her head back and marched into the nearer bathroom.

"Got your cameras ready, fellas?" shouted Melo while sporting a hearty grin. Then, turning to me, he whispered, "You done good, boy -- she's just the type for me to make into a star."

Within two minutes, the door to the far bathroom began to open. At the same time, Deb peeked out of the nearer bathroom. Shedding her inhibitions, she stood up straight, stuck out her ample and now naked chest, and made a beeline toward the bed. My eyes were fixed on her auburn bush, neatly trimmed to a landing strip. This must be a special occasion -- I'd never seen her that well-groomed before.

She saw the path of my eyes and smiled. "If I'm going to be filmed, I want to look my best," she explained as she passed by.

Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. She stood motionless for half a dozen seconds, staring across the bed toward her soon-to-be on-screen lover, who had just reached the bed from the other bathroom. I heard the whirring of the cameras begin to drone in the background.

I started to ask Deb what was wrong, but then followed the direction of her stare with my own eyes. An exclamation of "Holy shit!" escaped my lips involuntarily.

"Dave!" breathed Deb in a ragged groan. Her naked brother stood wide-eyed across the bed from her.

"Deb?" His eyes lifted from the turgid peaks of her breasts to look her squarely in the eyes.

"Oh, my GOD!" shrieked Deborah. She covered her breasts with her right arm, her pubic patch with her left hand, and turned away from Dave and back toward Melo and me. Tears streamed down her face, her shoulders once again shuddering with sobs. Her red hair was matched by the flaming color of embarrassment on her cheeks.

Dave roused himself from his momentary stupor and walked around the end of the bed, placing a comforting arm around her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sis -- I didn't know. I was just trying to make some money for next semester's tuition. I saw the ad and thought this would be a source of some quick cash. I guess that's why you're here, too..."

"I'm SO embarrassed, Dave. You must think I'm such a slut..."

"If you're a slut, then that makes me one, too. I'd like to think we're both just pragmatists."

"Well, we both just lost out on our chance to earn next semester's tuition. That's the realist in me speaking up."

"Yeah, bummer."

At that moment, Deb's eye caught a glimpse of her twin brother's massive cock beginning to assert itself through no fault of its own. "Dave, is that thing doing that for me?"

"Um, Sis -- now look who's embarrassed..."

Deb looked up into Dave's eyes. His arm was still around her shoulder. The question marks in both their eyes were plain for all seven others in the room to see. The three cameras were still whirring. Slowly, Deb reached her hand toward Dave's cock and began to stroke it.

"Dave, are you a realist?"

"Uh-huh," he grunted, his prick thickening and swelling with her tender care.

"You caught what I said about the realist in me? I want a realist in me -- here and now."

"Sis... I'm not going to do this just to solve the pragmatic problem of tuition money."

"Forget the money, Dave. I want you in me -- period."

Dave's cock began to throb in her hand, causing her to grin broadly. He scanned her body slowly and deliberately, raising two fingers and a thumb to caress her cheek. "God, Sis -- you're as beautiful naked as I'd always imagined..."

"You've imagined me naked?"

"Um -- truth?"

"Of course..."

"I can't tell you how many times I've jerked off thinking about making love to you..."

Deb hesitated, evidently mentally processing her brother's revelation. Then slowly, quietly, she brushed a kiss across his lips and whispered, "I love you more than anyone on this earth, Dave -- but I guess it took a crazy situation like this to make me think of you in THAT way..."

Dave deepened their kiss, his tongue dipping for a dance with hers. He wrapped his other arm around her, holding her close in a demonstration of restrained passion. She moved her free hand up and down his torso, briefly cupping one of his ass cheeks.

Suddenly, her other hand still gripping his penis, Deb moved Dave's engorged cock toward her trimmed pubic mound. "Deb, you sure about this?" asked Dave.

"Never been surer of anything in my life, Bro," answered Deb huskily, "put it in me."

Dave's restrained passion immediately lost all restraint. Not pausing for oral or manual preparation for either of them, he grasped the backs of both of Deb's thighs and hoisted her on the bed. She spread her legs wide, her knees up in the air, her ass planted on the end of the bed. Dave was still standing as he pressed his throbbing member against her moist cleft.

I noticed the cameramen coming in closer for a penetration shot. Dave and Deb seemed oblivious to the presence of anyone but each other.

"I love you, Sis," Dave declared as he pushed his glans slowly between her dripping labia.

Deb pulled his ass cheeks from behind to plunge his shaft deeper into her channel. "I love you, too, Dave!" she cried out as she began thrusting her hips to match his rhythm.

Dave began massaging Deb's nipples, then licking and sucking them, as his dick continued to piston in and out of her drenched pussy. I could see her pussy lips clenching in and out with his thrusts, her tits bobbing back and forth to the same beat.

"Make me cum!" she squealed. He reached one hand down to massage her clit as he continued to give her vaginal bliss with his dick.

It dawned on me that he had never put his condom on -- breaking one of Melo's cardinal rules. I mentioned it quietly to Melo, but he just shushed me with a finger to his lips. He was as entranced as anyone at what was going on.

"Sis, I'm going to shoot my load in your pussy -- is that okay?" Dave shouted.

"Yes -- yes! Give me everything you have, baby!"

I thought to myself that the essence of her reply was more like "Give me a baby!" She'd never let ME fuck her without a condom on.

The two of them writhed together in mutual ecstasy for another minute or so more. Their breathing became ragged, perspiration covering both of them. They reached mutual orgasm as they shouted declarations of love for each other. "She's never told me she loved ME," I sulked to myself, "Great idea for preserving your supply of pussy, Tommy!"

Dave, having stood the whole time he fucked his sister, flopped down on the bed beside her after dismounting her. His previously huge penis quickly deflated to normal size. Deb was lying on her back, legs still spread wide, while Dave wrapped an arm around her and trailed kisses along her cheek. She reached out to clasp his hand with hers.

I noticed one of the cameramen zooming in for footage of her well-fucked pussy, dripping with her brother's semen. "Gotta show the evidence, since he didn't give us a cum shot," noted Melo in my ear, "gonna also have to dock them for so little foreplay -- no cock-sucking, no cunnilingus. But, my God, they were hot -- and if they'll let me advertise it as true incest, I can make a fortune!"

"Think they've earned enough for tuition?" I asked hopefully.

"No doubt!"

And Melo was right. Dave and Deb were able to stay in school. She was incredibly grateful to me for what had happened, and said she'd always be my friend because of it.

And me -- I decided it was time to scout out another fuck buddy...