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The Video Shoot Ch. 01

By: Tsquare19



Chapter 01 - Deception

It had been nice, great even, having the place myself for the past year but the day my sister was to move in with me had arrived. Mom and Dad had set me up in a nice two bedroom apartment near the college campus after I had finished high school under the provision that Kara would move in with me when she graduated a year later. I had really grown used to living alone and wasn't looking forward to having to deal with permanent company, even if it was my sister.

Kara and I had been somewhat close as kids but had drifted apart when we entered high school as we pursued seperate interests and hung with different friends. Well, at least she had a group of friends. I mostly was a loner. I guess I never developed the gift of small talk and found most social situations to be awkward. I often thought back to how easily I could talk with Kara when we were younger and yet I had so much trouble talking with everyone else. Perhaps our built-in relationship as siblings automatically advanced us to conversations beyond the casual.

But there was another factor at work too. As my sister emerged through puberty I found myself strongly attracted to her. She developed an amazing figure on her petite frame and her take-charge yet flirtatious attitude was intoxicating. My inability to talk to girls carried over in a big way to my sister once she became desirable to me. She became yet another unattainable girl, although for entirely different reasons. 

None of the other girls at school struck my fancy as much as my sister did. Kara was very social, had lots of friends, was a vicious flirt and had a date every weekend it seemed. I felt jealous of the guys she went out with and wondered what grand treasures she bestowed to her dates.

I channeled my energy into working out and developed a good build that attracted compliments from many girls. I went out with a few of them and even had sex a couple of times but my awkwardness and my deep secret of lusting after my sister kept anything serious from developing. Oddly, there was a period where I felt more content staying at home and masturbating to lurid thoughts of Kara than actually going out and having real sex with someone I cared nothing about.

When I moved out for college, I was glad to be on my own but deep down I missed having Kara's energetic personality around. Now, a year later, so much had changed in my life, so much had happened, that I knew I would have to be very careful around her in regards to my job. Heaven help me if she or anyone else in the family ever found out what I had been doing over the past year.

My secret life began a few months after I had started college. Although my parents payed rent on the apartment, they insisted that I get a job to cover any personal expenses. Due to my social awkwardness I had always had trouble working in retail or as a waiter. I was browsing the classifieds and discovered an ad hiring male models for an art class. I considered myself to be in good shape and figured it was worth a shot.

The director of the art class offered me a job on the spot, saying that my physique was perfect. I wasn't completely shocked when I was told the job would require me to pose nude but I did pause for a moment. In the end, even though the pay wasn't great, it would be enough to get by for a while and I agreed to pose twice a week. During the first few sessions I drew the attention of several of the girl students who flirted with me after class. With my sister not around constantly as a personal distraction, I tried to take advantage of the situation but never managed anything more than a couple of one-night stands.

Several weeks in, the class instructor asked me to pose with a partner. I assumed I was being asked to work with another guy but was pleasantly surprised when I found out it would be with a girl. During the session, the two of us posed together sitting on a bench, nude, while leaning in toward each other as if we were about to kiss. I stared into the girls eyes for over an hour and couldn't help but notice how much she reminded me of my sister, Kara. My dick swelled due to the close proximity of an attractive, naked girl, but somehow I managed to keep from becoming fully erect.

After the class, the girl introduced herself as Mia and asked if I had ever done any modeling in front of a camera. When I told her that I hadn't, she insisted that I call her to set up a meeting with her agent. Even though she never came out and said it outright, I put two and two together and figured she was talking about something far more explicit and erotic than the art class. In the end, I agreed, for no other reason than I was drawn to her.

A few days later, I meet Mia at her agent's office where she said she wanted to work with me on her next shoot. The agent was reluctant to deal with an untested amateur of such a young age but he consented only after Mia insisted and made threats. The next day, I found myself on a porn set for a series of hardcore still photos. At first I was thrilled with the prospect of having sex with Mia but I soon discovered just how demanding and odd performing in front of a camera could be. Not only was I forced to maintain an erection the entire time as Mia and I went through a series of uncomfortable positions but I had to fuck her for over an hour straight without cumming.

When it was all over, everyone seemed happy with my performance and I was offered a job to join a shoot for a video next week. I was slightly disappointed when, after our shoot, Mia had little to do with me. Now that we had worked together, she moved on to other conquests. On the bright side, however, I did find a dysfunctional comfort in the prospect of having guaranteed sex with a random attractive girl on another shoot.

One job led to another and by the end of the spring semester I had done dozens of shoots with dozens of different women. Although the pay for male performers wasn't that great compared to the girls, the money was a lot more than I had been making in the art class. 

For the time being, at least, the job was perfect for me. I got to interact and have sex with gorgeous women without having to worry about my social awkwardness. I just had to stay in shape, show up, have sex, and cum on cue. In time, sexual thoughts of my sister slowly faded as I lived out a hedonistic lifestyle.

I was sure that I could keep my job hidden from Kara when she moved in. I had been telling my parents that I was working as a waiter at a high profile restaurant and decided to stick with that story as cover. 

I took some time off and told my agency I wouldn't be available for the first week that my sister would be here. I wanted to be brotherly and show her around campus as she got settled in. However, I still very much recalled several years of her being my ultimate fantasy and I hoped that having her move in wouldn't cause me to relapse.

When Kara arrived she was just as gorgeous as ever. She hugged me when she came in and I couldn't help but think how nice she felt. She hadn't changed and was just as cute as I feared she would be. I had had sex with over thirty different girls in the past year, most of them incredibly beautiful in one way or another, but I instantly found myself longing for my sister. I felt guilty for my twisted desires.

"You look different," Kara told me after we had brought in her boxes and bags.

"We'll, I have been working out more," I told her.

She looked me up and down. "No..." She said. "It's not that. You've always been fit. You just seem more... confident, or something."

I shrugged. I didn't know what she was talking about. As far as I knew I was still the same old dorky guy. Only now I was a guy who got paid to be a porn stud.

"I like it," she said. "It's good to see you coming out of your shell. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," I replied. "I stay pretty busy."

"Don't tell me that you sit around the house wallowing in your virginity," she said in a teasing voice.

If she only knew, I thought. There was a time when that comment might have stung, but now I secretly found it funny. "Who said I'm a virgin?"

"I'm pretty sure you never made it with anyone back in high school or I would have heard about it," she said confidently.

"I've been on a few dates here and there," I came back. 

"It's no big deal," she said, shrugging with a friendly smile. "I just worry about you sometimes."

"I'm fine," I replied. "Now lets get you unpacked."

Later that evening, I took her out to a nice restaurant followed by a walk around campus. We hadn't seen much of each other since I had started college and we were both going through the obligatory phase of getting to know each other again.

"You must be doing pretty well with your job," she said as we walked.

My heart skipped a beat. What was she talking about? Did she know?

She saw the confusion on my face and added, "If you can afford to foot the bill at a restaurant like that, then you must be making good tips."

"Oh..." Whew. "Um, yeah. Tips are good." I wanted to change the subject away from my work so I asked, "Are you going to get a job?"

"Already have one," she said quickly.

"You do? Where?"

"It's a law firm a short drive from here. I've be doing some research for legal cases. The hours are very flexible. I got everything set up over the summer. I've got to go in tomorrow and get started.

At least I didn't have to worry about her finances on top of my own, I thought.

The next few days were mostly uneventful. Kara was gone from the apartment most of the time due to her job and we only ran into each other in the evenings. I did discover an unanticipated treat to having her around in this setting, however. Without our parents living in the same house, Kara was a lot more carefree with the way she dressed when she was just lounging about. She would usually just wear only an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her panties. More than once, I was given an unintended flash of her white cotton covered crotch or rear. Also, since there was only one bathroom, she usually walked backed to her bedroom with only a towel loosely wrapped around her after a shower. 

The only problem was that I hadn't worked in several days and my sexual appetite was beginning to miss its regular feedings. Having Kara prance around in skimpy clothes wasn't helping. By the end of the week, I was feeling desperate and called to see if any work was available on short notice. I was in luck. My agent told me of a project one of the larger studios was producing and needed extra male performers for a series of scenes that was filming this weekend. I instantly agreed and took down the information.

I was worried about telling Kara that I would be busy on Saturday but it ended up not being a problem. It turned out that she was going to in to work as well and wasn't bothered by me not being around.

On Saturday, I arrived at the location, which was a very posh mansion the studio had rented out for the weekend. There were dozens of people hurriedly milling about inside and out. I had never been involved in a shoot this large before and was amazed at the apparent chaos. Each of the main rooms were decorated with pumpkins and skeletons and I assumed we were making a Halloween themed film to be rushed into release before the end of October.

I was directed to one of the large rooms where I was to be assigned a wardrobe. Once there, I was given a black robe and a mask that closely resembled one I had seen in several scary movies. When I stripped out of my clothes and began to put on the robe, the guy handing out the costumes stopped me and asked me stand up straight. I looked at him funny but obliged him.

He looked at the muscles on my upper body and then picked up his phone. "I think we found our Frankenstein," he said to whoever was on the other end.

Before I knew what was happening, I was whisked away by an assistant to meet the director who immediately agreed with the costume guys's assessment and sent me to the make-up room. As a guy, I had never had deal with make-up on a typical shoot more than the occasional covering of a small blemish. But here I was, now seated in a chair while three women began applying a number of rubber prosthetics to my face, head, and neck. 

I recognized one of the ladies who was frequently on sets at other shoots I had been on although I didn't know her name. I sat as patiently as I could while the make-up artists spent over an hour doing their job, glueing on attachments and painting my face and neck green. When they were done, I was dressed in simple black trousers with a rope belt and an extra large green shirt.

I looked in the mirror and thought it didn't look half bad. It was hard to believe it was me under the all of the special effects. They had transformed me into the classic Frankenstein's monster. It wasn't good enough for a Hollywood mainstream movie but it certainly looked passable for a decent quality porn film.

I didn't get to admire myself for long. An assistant came and asked if 'Frank' was ready.

"Fire bad!" I groaned, turning to face him.

"Haha, very funny," he said, not amused at all. "You're up. The set is waiting."

While I followed him down the hall, I asked him, "Who am I working with, today?"

"Kristi May," he told me.

"Is she new? I haven't heard of her?"

"Pretty much. She just started about a month ago. I'd kill to be in your shoes, buddy. She's smoking hot."

"Fire bad," I groaned again, and this time he did laugh.

"Lucky break for you, though," the assistant explained. "The guy who was supposed to be Frank broke his leg this morning while horsing around by the pool. We'd already shot the party scene footage last night and we thought it would be quicker just to get a replacement for the main scene rather than refilm everything. Under the make-up it'll be impossible to notice we switched actors."

That seemed like a typical porn production thing to do. Got to keep the costs down. Plot holes, continuity, and story were seldom of much importance.

We arrived at the set which was in a room that looked like a regal office. There were shelves of books, cabinets and a sturdy hardwood desk. I looked around for 'Kristi' but didn't see anyone who looked like a female performer in the room yet.

The director saw me and after a studying the make-up, seemed happy with the results. "Hey, Frank. Looking good."

I wanted to tell them to stop calling me Frank and use my real name, John, or rather my real 'stage name,' Jon Jon, but held my tongue to not rock the boat.

"I know you're filling in at the last minute, so here is the set up," the director said. "We aren't working with a script so just wing the dialog. Pretend it's Halloween and a huge party is going on out in the ballroom. Kristi is dressed as Catwoman and will be coming through the door, looking for the bathroom. The two of you exchange some sexy, flirty talk and then fuck on the desk. I want her to go oral on you but I don't want you to mess up your make-up so after that I want to go straight to missionary on the desk. We'll change positions a couple of times as we go. At the end, we can set up for her to swallow the pop shot. Got it."

I gave him a thumbs up and took a seat at the desk. While I waited, I thought to myself, what typical porno BS. If she is looking for the bathroom, then why does she stop and suddenly have sex? Doesn't she need to go pee? Why is Frankenstein's monster just sitting at a desk in an office in the middle of the party? They never bothered to answer simple questions like that. I found it funny that I was even thinking about the plot nit-picks.

Several minutes passed before someone stepped in and said that Kristi was outside and ready. The director called everybody into place and after a burst of last minute shuffling from the crew, he shouted, "Roll and go!"

The room was quiet when the door swung open. A girl dressed as Catwoman stepped in and looked around. Her figure was amazing. The black Lycra of her costume hugged her shape and forced me take notice of everything important about her body, from her chest to her hips to her legs. Even though her face was still partially covered my her mask, I was stunned by her physical beauty. She had my favorite body type - petite, firm stomach, nicely rounded ass, proportionate breasts that were large but not too large for her frame, light brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. I felt my cock begin to swell just at the site of this girl.

I suppose I should have noticed her voice when she first spoke but I didn't. I was suddenly too worked up and looking forward to what was to come.

"I'm sorry," Kristi/Catwoman said. "I was looking for the bathroom."

I figured a gruff, true Frankenstein voice would be too over the top for even a porno, but I did lower my voice and change my speaking pattern slightly to make my tone more in character. "No problem," I replied. I decided to at least improvise a reason for 'Frank' to be in here so I ad-libbed. "I was just trying to find a quiet place away from the party for a while."

Kristi stepped fully through the door and closed it behind her. "It is loud out there, isn't it?"

"Couldn't hear myself think," I replied.

She slouched back against the door and glanced around the room. I stood from my seat and moved to beside the desk. Kristi turned and looked at me. "Your costume suits you. You have a nice build for it."

"I could say likewise. You look... sexy dressed as a cat," I told her.

Her eyes fixed on something on the desk and she walked to stand in front of it. She exaggerated her hip sway as she crossed the room. It was her excuse to close the distance between us and get closer. She picked up a paperweight from the desktop, turned it over in her hands, then set it back down. "Selena," she said.

"Pardon?" I had been distracted by her sexy walk. I didn't know what she was talking about.

"Selena," she said turning to look at me. "The name is Selena."

"Oh," I said. "Call me... Frank." There was something about her... Something familiar... Was it the voice? Her eyes? I was suddenly positive I had seen her before. It wasn't totally unheard of for a girl to change her stage name, perhaps I had worked with Kristi before after all. I was certain I seen and talked to this girl before but I couldn't put the pieces together.

"Hi, Frank," she said and smiled. "This mask is hot. You mind if it I break character and take it off for a while?" She was already reaching for the top of her head cover before I could respond.

"Absolutely," I said as she bent forward and slid the mask over her head and flopped her hair around. "I'd offer to take mine off too, but it took hours to get this make-up on."

She raised back up and was throwing her hair back into place. "Not a problem. I kind of like it anyway," she said turning to me, exposing her face to me for the first time.

I had to put a hand on the desk to balance myself. I was standing directly in front of my sister, Kara. Kristi was Kara. My fucking sister was on a porn set going by the name of Kristi May!

My mind filled with a whirlpool of thoughts and questions. Why was Kara doing porn? Did she know I did porn, too? How long had she been doing this? And... holy crap, oh shit... we are about to have sex and she doesn't know it's me! Does she know its me? Of course, she doesn't. Oh fuck. We are about to fuck!

A first, I was terrified. The past several years of longing for this moment were washed away in fear of the actual prospect. I had secreted lusted after my sister, I had masturbated while thinking about her, I had even pictured her while having sex with other women. She was my go-to fuel for sexual arousal. But I never imagined that it would really happen. The societal negative aspects of incest had been implanted in my brain. 


The Video Shoot Ch. 01



Do I stop the shoot? Do I reveal to her who she was about to have sex with?

"Are you okay?" Kara asked, noticing my sudden discomfort.

What should I do? I had to stall. "I'm fine," I said, being more self-conscious than ever about my voice tone.

"You were just staring at me," she said with a look of odd concern on her face. I was certain she wasn't acting at that point. She was looking right at me. If she was going to recognize me she would have done it right then, but she showed no sign of knowing it was her brother in front of her.

"It's your face," I managed to say. "You're beautiful. It just caught me off guard." I was speaking truthfully.

Kara genuinely blushed. "I bet you say that to all the girls who dress up like Catwoman."

"Only the ones I think are hot." What was I doing? Why had I just said that out loud? I had to put an end to this.

Then she made a sound of a sexy purr. I had to focus to keep my knees from buckling. My sister just sexually purred at me. A totally wicked thought crept over me. What if I went through with it? What if I kept my mouth shut and just fucked her? No one would have to know, not even her. Seriously, I told myself, who would have to know? This was my dream come true after all, wasn't it?

I took a deep breath and went back into porn mode. "If the mask was making your head warm, the rest of your body must be burning burning up in that suit."

"It is very hot," she said with a sultry tone, "I could use a break and cool off."

"Turn around," I told her. "I'll get your zipper."

She purred again and turned her back to me. I felt my cock grow rock hard in response.

I reached out and grabbed the zipper at the back of her neck. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach did a flip as I moved the pull tab down inch by inch. Slowly the skin of her back was revealed as the seam of the suit parted. When the zipper bottomed out at the base of her spine, I took the opportunity to run my hands down over her ass.

My brain was screaming. My sister is taking off her clothes in front of me! And I'm grabbing her ass! Holy fuck! Is this really happening?

Kara reached up and pulled the top flaps at her neck forward and over her shoulders. Her back was bare, meaning she wasn't wearing a bra. She tugged the tight elastic material off of her arms and left the suit dangling around her waist. I stood breathlessly waiting for her to turn around. 

She half twisted and leaned back against the desk. As she turned her breasts came into view. I almost came right then as my cock twitched at the site of them. Her tits were firm with small, pointy nipples and no tan lines.

"Help me with the legs?" She asked as she began to slip the suit past her hips.

I moved in front of her and grabbed the loose bundle of her costume as she sat back on the desk. I saw that see wasn't wearing panties either as I peeled the leggings off of her, effectively turning the suit inside out. She had her legs mostly closed but I could see that her pubic mound was shaven completely bald. I let out an low involuntary moan at the sight.

"More than one way to skin a cat," she said with a grin.

God, she was gorgeous, I thought as I looked over her naked body. I had tried to imagine this sight hundreds of times, but the reality of it made me want this moment to never end. For an instant, I had forgotten that there were half a dozen people watching and filming our every move.

She slid off the edge of the desk and stood before me. "Let's check out Frank's muscles, shall we?"

I remind silent as she knelt before me and untied the rope that held my trousers up. The pants were so loose, they fell to the floor without help once the belt was off. My sister was now staring at my painfully erect cock.

"Hmm," she purred again. "Frank's got BIG muscles," she said with delight as she brought her hand up and gently grabbed my shaft.

The world came back into focus for a brief moment. I desperately wanted to shoot all over her hand as she stroked me, but I remembered where I was and knew I couldn't cum yet. My porn mentality took over and I strained to hold back and used the tricks I had learned keep my control. My skills were put to the test when she took me in her mouth. Her tongue swished around the head of my cock and I moaned loudly at the sensation.

I saw camera men moving around the room to capture the action from the best angle while Kara sucked on me. I felt her hands softly fondling my balls as her mouth slid back and forth along the length of my member. I could do nothing more than just watch her as she unknowingly gave her brother a blow job.

She used her mouth to play with me for over 10 minutes as she used various techniques to show off for the camera. The director, satisfied with the footage so far, quietly said, "Looking good, now missionary."

Kara gave me a final suck and stood. "I've got to have that monster inside of me," she said, backing up to the desk. She slid on top, knocking a few papers to the floor and laying back. She spread and raised her legs, placing her heels on the desk's edge. Her pussy was on full and glorious display in front of me. Her lips were dark and puffy and moisture was clearly visible around her slit. My fantasies were coming true as I stared at her. God, she was beautiful. Better than I had ever imagined.

"Come fuck me, Frank," she said.

In a living dream, I stepped toward her and bent my erection down. I brought the tip of my cock in contact with her lips. I pushed forward slightly and flicked my cockhead up and down over her clit. She purred again in response to my teasing. "Fuck me," she sighed. "Stick it in and fuck me."

I loved hearing her talk like that. So dirty, so hot. I loved hearing her say the word 'fuck.'

I didn't disappoint her and I slid inside, the walls of her wet pussy coating and caressing my length as I did. I bottomed out, my balls dangling against her ass and held still for a instant. I'm fucking Kara, I thought. I'm fucking my fucking sister!

The incredible feeling of being inside a warm wet pussy was intensified by knowing this was the pussy of my ultimate fantasy. This was my Holy Grail. No sex had ever felt better. No pussy had ever gripped my cock as satisfyingly as Kara's was at that moment.

Remembering that I was on the set, I pulled out and slid back in. In and out. I was in heaven.

"Damn, your dick feels so fucking good," Kara panted as I began to saw in and out of her.

Although, I liked hearing her say that, I took her comments to be part of her act and used that thought to keep from cumming too quick.

I did good and managed to fuck her for two or three minutes before the danger of orgasm drew too close. I had been wondering how many shoots she had done and how many guys had she fucked on camera when the urge to cum became so strong that I had to pull out of her completely. Every now and then, a guy would get too worked up during a scene and needed to stop for a few minutes. It wasn't a problem as long as it didn't happen too often. So far, it had only happened to me a couple of times and my reputation was good as a reliable performer.

"Everything all right?" Kara asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said. "Just need a minute."

The director took the opportunity of the break to talk about the rest of the scene. He said he needed a few more minutes of missionary and then he wanted us to switch places, with me on my back and Kristi on top in a standard cowgirl position. When he was done explaining what he wanted, I felt calm enough to continue.

"You really do have an awesome dick," Kara said to me as as slid back in. This time I was pretty sure she hadn't been in character when she said that. She hadn't complained at all, so far, so I took it that she was liking it.

I took the chance to compliment her as well, "I'm not just saying this, but you have the best pussy I've ever fucked."

"Then lets get back to fucking," she said with a slight laugh as I began to thrust into her again.

Hearing my sister talk to wantonly dirty was blowing my mind and causing me to fight the urge to just pound her senseless and fill her with my cum. I had to constantly remind myself that I was at work. My job was to NOT cum yet.

The director had me fuck at various speeds and tempos for several minutes each as the cameras were moved around for a number of differently angled shots. Although I wanted and needed to cum, I was glad that I couldn't. I was happy to keep fucking my sister all day if that's what it took. I loved the feel of her from the inside. I loved the look of her pussy lips as they stretched open to accept me. I loved the way tits bounced when I pushed into her hard. I loved the way her brow creased and she moaned in honest pleasure.

We were finally directed to change positions. I lay back on the table and Kara squatted over me. She lowered herself down onto my cock and sank down to the hilt. As she raised and lowered herself on my cock like a piston, there was nothing for me to do but lay back, not cum, and watch. She was amazing to look at and for the next 15 minutes I drank in every inch of her, trying to commit as much of this moment to memory as possible.

At one point she sat upright, leaned back and brought her hand down to play with her clit while she fucked me. I began to rock my hips upward as much as my position would allow to maximize her pleasure. "Oh, yeah," she breathed. "Keep doing that. You're going to make me cum." 

I couldn't wait to see her have an orgasm. I moved my hand over her mound and pushed her hand away as I took over rubbing her magic button. "Fuck yes!" She screamed as I flicked my thumb across her clit. She began to chant, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." 

Moments later she contorted in her own climax. "Fuuuuck!" She moaned from deep within her throat as her body contracted with each pulse. I could feel the inner walls of her pussy grip my member like a vice as she came. I had to tear my eyes away from the incredible sight of watching her just to avoid cumming myself.

When she finally came down the director had us move into our final position. He wanted me to fuck her from the rear in a standing position and when I was ready to cum, she was to drop down and catch it in her mouth. 

Kara climbed off of me and we stood beside the desk. She leaned forward, offering herself to me. I gladly pushed myself back into her from behind and she collapsed forward onto the desktop as I pounded hard into her.

It didn't take much to get me ready to pop. The thought of my little Kara taking and swallowing a load of my sperm had me on edge immediately. Thinking of what was about to happen, I quickly reached my limit. "Cumming," I cried weekly and stepped back.

Kara was adept and swift as she twisted and dropped down to her knees in front of me. I jerked my cock with my hand for the final bit of stimulation and felt my balls draw up as my load prepared to erupt. A huge pulse surged through my shaft as my first squirt of cum shot from the tip of my dick. My sister had lined herself up perfectly and the entire stream went into her mouth.

Everything became surreal as I came. I had been fucking my sister, my fantasy, for the past hour and now I was shooting a load of cum down her eager and willing throat. Any guilt I had previously felt was washed away temporarily in the bliss of feeling and watching myself cum into her mouth. My orgasm not only emptied a weeks worth of sperm from my balls but also fulfilled five years of lurid incestuous desires.

When I squeezed the last drop of semen from the end of my cock, Kara swished her tongue and posed for the camera showing a mouthful of cum. Once she was sure they had they shot, she closed her mouth and swallowed. "Mmm," she said in a typical, exaggerated porn tone. "Yummy."

"I'm glad you like it," I said, barely remembering to keep my deep tone of voice. 

The director called out, "Cut! That's scene. Let's get everything moved into the kitchen for the shoot with Wonder Woman."

As the camera and sound crews gathered their equipment and left the room, a set assistant handed Kara and I each a towel and a bottle of water. I took a swig of water and began to panic as I realized that I would soon be alone in the room with Kara. Before I could devise an escape plan, fate stepped in and solved the situation for me. The assistant was helping Kara step into a robe and said to her, "You've got one more scene. You need to get cleaned up and then back into your Catwoman costume."

"Gotcha," she replied, tying the sash of the robe around her waist. She picked up her costume and began to follow him out of the room.

I was left alone in the room and picked my trousers. I had just began to adjust the rope belt when I heard a voice form the door.

"Hey, Frank." I looked up and saw Kara had stuck her head back in. My heart began to race. What did she want? Was I busted? "I was serious," she said. "You have some really good dick. I can't wait to work with you again."

"Trust me, the pleasure was all mine," I said, still using my deep voice.

Then she left me to myself. As I tied the rope belt, I noticed I was growing erect again. My sister likes my dick, I thought to myself. My little sister, Kara, likes my dick. I was on cloud nine.

*****

I asked around and was relieved to find I wasn't required for any further scenes. However, before returning to make-up to have the prosthetics on my face removed, I decided to wander around the house for a bit while I could remain anonymous and hidden from Kara. The coordination of everything going on amazed me. They were running two different camera crews, filming two different scenes at the same time plus three other cameras were just roaming around recording behind-the-scenes footage.

I found the director I had just worked with currently in the kitchen filming Darth Vader fuck Wonder Woman. Not far away, a different crew was filming a gang bang in the billiard room. I suppose the girl at the center of attention on the pool table was supposed to be Barbie but I wasn't really sure. She was surrounded by guys who at one point had been dressed as various movie bad guys but at the height of the scene, none of them were wearing their masks. I lingered and watched the action for moment when I saw one guy wearing a black robe and holding the mask that I had first been handed when I arrived. That would have been me in that scene if I hadn't been singled out as a Frankenstein replacement. Barbie was cute but I definitely got the better deal as 'Frank.'

Kara/Kristi/Catwoman was nowhere to found. I was hoping to catch her in action on another set but I had no idea when or where she would shooting next. Figuring it was probably wisest to leave while ahead, I went back to make-up to return everything that was still stuck all over my head. As I approached the door to the room where the special effects crew had set up shop, I heard Kara's voice. I did a quick peek and saw her still wearing her robe sitting in a chair, while another woman brushed and fluffed on her hair.

"Really?" I heard Kara say. "Howie broke his leg? Who the hell did I just do a scene with then?

The woman working on her hair said, "I think he works for the Simpson agency. His name is Jon Jon."

Jon Jon was my stage name. They were talking about me.

"Never heard of him," Kara said.

"It's a small agency. They do a lot of gonzo and specialty scenes for Internet sites. The studio brought them in for this shot just to have the extra bodies, no pun intended," the hair dresser explained.

"Hm," Kara replied. "I met Howie last night. I was looking forward to working with him. But I'm not complaining. Jon Jon was pretty awesome."

Wow. Here she was talking frankly, not on the set, not acting, and she was saying she enjoyed me. I felt so elated I was getting dizzy. 

"But there was something odd," Kara continued. "Even with that Frankenstein mask, there was something about his eyes. Something about the way he carried himself. Something familiar, but I figured it was just because I had met Howie last night. I had no idea they switched actors. How odd. At least the new guy was good. He was built too. Nice muscles. Very nice cock."

The other lady laughed. "You should see him without the mask. He's pretty cute too. One of the youngest guys I've ever seen on a set before. I'm sure he can't be over 20 yet. He's become very popular with the girls he's worked with."

"Yeah, I guess the young thing fits. He definitely had trouble a couple of times controlling his orgasm. He had stop a couple of times to not cum too early."

"I agree. The older men seem to do better on holding back and lasting longer."

"Personally, I kind of like that aspect of the work," Kara said. "I love it that I can get a guy so worked up that he can't control himself. I really get off on seeing them pushed right to the edge and then have to hold it in."

"You're cruel," the hairdresser teased.

"Maybe a little," Kara laughed. "For some reason it excites me to know that I'm the reason the guy is suffering in sexual agony. Too bad we have to include the pop shots or I might not want my guy cumming at all."

"Well, I'm sure the guys would have something to say about that."

"True..." Kara's voiced trailed off for a moment before bringing the conversation back to me. "You've got me curious now. I'm going to have to check out some of Jon Jon's scenes sometime. It was pretty intense."

Holy fuck! If she went looking for Jon Jon the path would easily lead to her brother. There was no way out. What had I been thinking? Why did I have to convince myself to go through with the scene? I slumped back against the wall as I felt my world beginning to cave in. It was only a matter of when. How would she react when she found out who Jon Jon was? 

"Looks good," Kara said. "Thanks, Lily."

"You need help with the mask?"

"I got it." I heard the clicking sound of high heels walking on the hardwood floor.

To avoid running into my sister, I swiftly ducked back down the hallway and around a corner. I listened to the footsteps and they entered the hall and began to fade as she walked in the opposite direction. I gave her a good minute before taking a peek and saw she was gone.

I walked quickly back down the hall and into the make-up room. "I need to return this," I said, pointing at my head.

"Wow," Lily the hairdresser said. "We were just talking about you."

My mind was racing as the rubber pieces attached to my head were removed. I was anxious to escape and get out of the house, away from the shoot, away from Kara. I needed to think, somewhere where I could be away from her. Lily had barely finished wiping my face with a towel when I bolted from the room.

I practically ran to my car and sped recklessly away from the neighborhood. I crossed town back toward the apartment but I didn't know how long Kara would stay on the set and I wasn't ready to see her just yet. I needed some time to be alone and think things over. I pulled over at a small park near the college campus and I got out to sit on a bench in the late afternoon sun while I tried to work things out in my mind.

Maybe she will forget and not go looking for Jon Jon. Maybe she will be tired when she gets home and forgets all about it. Maybe she goes a few days and it never comes to mind to check into it. Maybe I could quit working and hope that our paths never cross. Maybe, maybe, maybe. In the end, I knew I couldn't confess. I was too scared of that confrontation. My only hope was that she didn't search out Jon Jon and I managed to lay low for a while.

My mind kept flipping back and forth between the 'what-ifs' of the future and the 'what-had-actually-just-happened' of the past few hours. One minute I was worried about my sister's reaction to finding out what I had done, the next minute I was revealing in the glorious memory of what I had done. I would sit with a raging hard-on as I relived every second of our encounter in my mind. My erection would wilt as I feared what Kara would think of me once the truth was discovered. Then the process would repeat.




The Video Shoot Ch. 01



I sat in the park for several hours until well after dark. I still had yet to reach any conclusive decision on what to do, but time itself had worn down my emotions and fear to where I just got used to carrying the baggage. My stomach had settled enough to start to feel hungry so I left to go home. I didn't know what was going to happen with Kara but I had calmed down enough to accept my fate. As I drove, the recollection of seeing her naked, impaled upon my cock crept into my mind and my guilt began to fade. I just wondered if that memory would be worth the fallout if she found out.

When I got to the apartment, I opened the door and saw the lights were on. That meant Kara was home. My stomach turned again and my hunger vanished.

"John?" I heard her call from the kitchen.

"I'm home," I answered, trying not to sound nervous, stepping inside.

I wanted to just run to my room and hide from her. I didn't know if I could bare to see her right now, knowing what had just happened earlier in the day. 

"Have a good day?" Kara asked from around the corner, out of sight. Her voice was casual with no hint that she had just returned from a day on a porn set.

"Yes and no," I said. I stood at the door, debating what to do and where to go. I wanted to appear casual and not tip her off that anything was wrong, so I made up my mind to simply get a drink of water, claim I was tired, and head to bed.

I entered the kitchen and saw her wearing her typical lounging t-shirt while standing at the counter fixing a snack.

"And your day?" I stammered, trying not to think about her nude and fucking me.

"It was really good," she said in her standard cheerful tone.

I walked past her and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. My hands were shaking slightly as I filled it with water at the tap. "I'm pretty tired. I'm going to turn in early tonight." I told her.

I downed the water and was walking out of the kitchen when she said something that made me freeze. I stopped dead in my tracks and braced for the consequences.

"Wait," she said turning toward me as I walked past her. "What's that on the back of your neck and ear? Looks like a smudge. Something green..."



The Video Shoot Ch. 02



 Part 02 – Revelation

"What's that on the back of your neck and ear? Looks like a smudge. It's something green..."

I froze in the doorway of kitchen, feeling my shoulders slump. Fuck! I didn't finish wiping off the Frankenstein make-up. I was dead cold busted.

I turned to face Kara to see her reaction. After hours of thinking about how this encounter would go, I still didn't feel prepared. I had hoped that it would've taken longer for her to figure things out or that maybe she never figured it out at all. I had seriously dropped the ball not checking myself in a mirror before coming home. I had no one but myself to blame for this. 

As I meet her gaze, she was reaching toward my collar, attempting to wipe off what she saw. It was an innocent gesture. In that moment I realized that she still didn't know. All she saw was just something smudged on the back of my head. She had no reason to suspect anything else.

However, my own guilty thoughts carried over to body language and betrayed me. If I had been thinking quickly, I could have played it off. I could have made up some story about something that had happened at the imaginary restaurant where she thought I worked. I didn't know I had been presented with an out until it was too late.

Kara wiped off a the smudge of green make-up from my neck. At first, she didn't put the pieces together. She saw nothing out of place other than an unkept brother. But then she saw my face and the look of fear and shame in my eyes. Her brow furrowed, puzzled, as she wondered why I looked so terrified. She looked down at her fingers that had cleared the green make-up off of my skin.

Then her eyes widened as a realization swept over her. The pieces fell into place in her mind. She looked back up at me, her own face twisted with shock. "Frank?" She said in voice barely above a whisper.

I didn't answer. I couldn't say anything. I was watching her begin to figure what had happened today and my own guilt left me speechless. Yes, she may have been my ultimate desire, but she was also my sister. Fuck toy aside, I still loved her as family and I had broken a sacred bond of trust.

She had been holding a small saucer of cut fruit and when her understanding of the big picture hit. Her grip faltered and the plate fell to the floor, shattering.

The crash of the breaking plate made me wince. "I'm sorry," I said weekly.

I studied her face, looking for signs of what emotion was about to come lashing out at me but I couldn't read her. I got no vibe at all from her. 

Without saying anything, she simply turned her eyes away from me and walked out of the kitchen. Seconds later, I heard the door to her room close. I wasn't even given the odd satisfaction of hearing it slam.

I knew better than to follow her. Just as I needed time to think earlier, she needed her space now. I stayed in the kitchen and cleaned up the shards of the broken ceramic and scattered chucks of apples and oranges.

I stood alone in the kitchen for a long time wondering if I should, in fact, try to go talk to her but decided go with my first instinct and leave her to herself. I finally returned to my room and lay on my bed, still dressed with the lights off. I left the door to my room open, as an invitation to my sister if she wanted to yell at me. I don't know how long I lay, staring at the dark ceiling before I drifted off to sleep, but it was probably a couple of hours. 

"John," I heard my sister say softly. I jumped at the sound. I looked over at the clock and saw it was almost 4am.

.

"Kara..." I said, raising up, instantly awake. In the darkness I could see her form sitting on the end of the bed at my feet.

"I guess we need to talk," she said.

"Yeah," I said, "I guess so, too."

"How... When... When did you get into the business?" She asked. She was trying to build up to the main topic. She was trying to establish common ground before getting to the heart of the matter.

"Right before last Christmas. I was modeling in an art class for extra money. One thing led to another and then I'm with women in front of a camera."

She didn't respond.

"How about you?" I asked. "When did you start?"

"I did my first scene about a month ago," she said after a long pause. "Ii guess it all started just before graduation when I was with my friend, Bailey. We went to her sister's house for a sleepover. Bailey's older sister, Melissa, had a real nice place with a pool and would give us beer and alcohol as long as we stayed there when we drank, so we hung out there a lot."

I reached over and turned on a lamp to see my sister's face. She was wearing a light blue robe, but it was wrapped tight and revealed nothing. She didn't appear to mind the soft light and kept talking.

"One night, Bailey passed out drunk and I got to talking to Melissa. I asked her what she did for a living. I wanted to know what she did that allowed her to have such a nice place. I mean she couldn't have been two or three years older than me and she had a real nice house all to herself."

"Melissa had been drinking a good bit too and she spilled the beans. She told me she did porn. I was too drunk to be shocked so I began asking her all kinds of questions and she told me everything."

I nodded and let her keep going.

"At first it was just a thought in the back of my mind, but over the next few days I began to think more and more about it. I thought back to one guy I had gone out with who had used his phone to record us having sex. We watched it afterwards and I made him delete it but I thought it had been pretty hot. After talking to Melissa that night, I couldn't get it out of head."

"The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I mean, I loved having sex and I loved the effect I had on guys. I loved the way they looked at me. I was the one in control. I was the one who determined how far things went. I had all the power. I began to fantasize about making a real video for people to watch and it only made me hotter."

"Right after graduation, I called Melissa and asked her about how I could go about doing what she did. She didn't try to talk me out of it or anything. She gave me the address of her agent and set up a meeting. Things move really fast after that and within just a few weeks I was on the set for the first time."

I interrupted her to ask, "Were you nervous?"

"Maybe a little, but not really," she said. "I was so fucking excited about it. It was so wrong and wicked. It turned me on like nothing else." Her voice had picked up tempo with air of enthusiasm. "And the guy. Oh my god. It was my first big dick. All of the high school boys I had dated and had sex with couldn't compare to some of the guys I've fucked on set."

I bent my knees upward to my chest to hide from her my erection that had started to grow listening to her talk so energetically about making porn. I may be busted and have hell to pay but she was still a thing of beauty and my body was reacting to her story.

"It's kind of funny, talking to you about it," Kara commented. "You're guy and got into porn for the money, and I'm a girl and got into it for the sex."

I laughed at her observation.

"So," she said, bringing me back to the matter at hand. "Tell me about today. What the fuck happened?"

Here it is, I thought to myself. I knew I had to tread carefully here. The words I chose to use could drastically affect how this conversation ended.

"At first, I was supposed to be part of a gang bang, I think," I explained to her. "But when I got to wardrobe, someone thought I would be a perfect replacement for the guy who broke his leg and I wound up being Frank. When they told me I was doing a scene with Kristi May, I had no idea it was you. I hadn't even heard the name before."

"Go on," she encouraged me.

"In fact when you walked in, I didn't even know it was you. It wasn't until you pulled off the mask."

I could see her thinking back. She was remembering the awkward pause I had once I had seen her face. "I could tell something was wrong," she said. "What were you thinking? Why didn't you stop the shoot?" There was no hint of anger in her voice. She asked the question with genuine curiosity, fishing for an honest answer.

"I lost control of myself," I said, giving her what she wanted. I gave her the truth. "For the past several years, I guess I've had a thing for you. You've turned into a very pretty woman and, sister or not, I couldn't help but notice."

We sat quiet for a long time. Again, I tried to gage her temperament but I couldn't tell what she was thinking. So far, I was just happy that she wasn't yelling at me, but I knew I wasn't out of the woods yet.

Kara finally broke the silence. "A 'thing?' You've had a 'thing' for me?" She asked with an air of contempt.

I shrugged. "Yeah."

"Okay," she said. Her toned was becoming more firm and slightly stern. "When did first discover you had a 'thing' for me."

I had to think for a second to find the answer. "I think it was when Mom and Dad took us on vacation to Las Vegas a few years back. You and I hung out at the pool all day while Mom and Dad would go out. I think it was there that I first noticed how pretty you were becoming. That yellow swimsuit you wore looked amazing on you."

"You realize that I was only 14 years old then?"

"Yeah, and I was only 15. But age doesn't matter. Something that looks good, looks good. And you looked good. After that vacation I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. And your personality just adds to the whole package. I'm not trying to be rude," I said. "I'm just being honest. I thought you were hot then, and quiet frankly you've done nothing but get hotter."

I'm not sure but I think I saw her blush just a little bit. I took that as a good thing.

"Did it ever cross your mind that you were perv-ing out over your sister?"

"Constantly," I said. "And I felt guilty about it. But you were always around, always there to remind me of what I could never have. Always around doing something sexy, doing something that turned me on. I couldn't escape it living in the same house with you. And when I saw you today, and I knew that you didn't know it was me, I couldn't stop myself. I had to have you. I lost control and took what I had wanted for such a long time. I was stupid and didn't think about the consequences. I was selfish."

"Damn right, you were selfish," she said. She was showing a touch of anger but wasn't yelling or raising her voice.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"I don't know. Right now, I guess I'm more pissed at the deception of what you did. Did you really think I wouldn't find out eventually who Jon Jon was?" 

"I wasn't thinking ahead. Like I said, I got caught up in the moment. If I could take it back..."

"Don't," she interrupted. "What's done is done."

"Look, I'm sorry that..."

"Stop it," she cut me off again. "Stop apologizing. You're only sorry you got caught. You very clearly enjoyed it while it was happening. Hell, I enjoyed it while it was happening, being none-the-wiser. But you did it under false pretenses."

I sat and said nothing. She was finally getting her chance to vent at me, so I let her have her say. However, hearing her say the words that she enjoyed it drowned out most of everything else she said.

"You realize that you didn't just fuck your sister," Kara ranted, "you fucked your sister on a porn set. It was on camera. It's permanent now. It's risky enough for either one of us to be in the business, but if anyone ever found out we committed incest, we could become epic outcasts. You may have been wearing a mask but our names are going to get put in the credits. Someone could figure it out. This goes beyond just you just acting out a fantasy. There are possible legal issues at work here too."

She had a point. I hadn't considered the legal ramifications of what I had done. I didn't know if sibling incest was actually illegal or just morally shunned, but either way I didn't want to have to find out.

"If this gets out, it could become a media circus. The porn industry won't want to touch either one of us. I don't want to even imagine our faces being all over the news."

"That may be a bit much," I said, seeing through her exaggeration.

"Maybe, but it is possible," she came back.

I nodded just to let it go. It was possible that we would become shunned media villains but I doubted that it was very likely. A idea came to me. "I can call my agent on Monday," I suggested. "The other guy, Howie, was supposed to do the scene. I'll tell him to contact the studio and make sure my name stays out of the credits. As far as anyone will ever know, it was Howie in the whole movie. Even the director told me he couldn't tell the difference between him and me with the make-up on."

Her face seemed to brighten. "That might work," she said, mulling it over in her mind. "Do it. Beg and plead if you have to, but get your name off of the list and we might get out of the danger zone."

"Consider it done," I said, glad to see her calming down.

Without saying anything further, Kara stood and walked out of my room.

*****

On Monday, I found that asking my agent to take my name off of the list was easier than I expected. I was prepared to give him a silly story about how I didn't want to be known as the guy in the Frankenstein mask, but it wasn't needed. He just readily agreed as if it was a normal request. As far as I knew it might have been a common occurrence.

The next few days around the apartment were lightly strained. At first Kara and I just generally avoided each other and when our paths crossed we exchanged awkward glances and remained silent. However, as the days went by things slowly returned to a semblance of forced normalcy. Thankfully, classes started up and gave us both a much needed distraction. I did my best to keep my thoughts in check, but I couldn't help it. Kara was just too beautiful and attractive. My mind kept drifting back to the scene we had shot together every time I saw her around the house.

The topic of our secret 'jobs' weren't discussed again until the end of the following week. As much as I was still infatuated with her, Kara's concern over the two of us working together had given me a lot to think about and several other issues were raised in my mind that I felt needed to be talked about. I got the chance when Kara told me she would be gone the next day. I naturally assumed it was for a shoot and stopped to talk to her.

"If you have some time," I said, "I'd like to talk about a few things." She was sitting on the couch and I took a seat in the chair across from her.

I could see her tense as her guard went up. "What's on your mind?" She asked cautiously.

"It's about work," I said.

"What about it?" I could see she was nervous about where I was headed with this conversation.

"I assume you aren't going to stop doing what your doing and I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. We haven't talked about it. Do I need to quit and find something else?"

She sensed that I wasn't on the attack and her attitude relaxed somewhat. She shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "Do whatever you want."

"Yeah, but how do we keep it from happening again? If we both keep at it we are bound to cross paths on the set again sooner or later."

"Some girls have a list of conditions and things they will and won't do. I'll just put you on my list of 'don'ts.'" She explained.

"It's just that easy?"

"It's that easy." Although her answers were curt, she didn't seem defensive or put out by the conversation so far, so I decided to keep going.

"What about our parents?" I asked. "What if they find out what either of us are doing? When I first started, I consciously chose to accept the risk. What about you?"

She chuckled to herself, which kind of offended me. I thought she was making fun of my question until she explained, "I can only speak for myself, but Mom knows about me."

I was shocked. Holy fuck! "She does?" I exclaimed. "How did she find out?"

"I told her," Kara said with a sly grin as if she had just revealed a pair of pocket aces at the poker table and was about to rake in the pot.

"You told her?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Why?"

"Let's just say, I know Mom a lot better than you," she relied.

"Oh, no... That's not going to cut it. You've got to tell me."

She paused for a minute. "Aright, but this stays private. It's a family matter."

"Of course," I persisted.

"Mom worked as a stripper to put herself through college. She even did a few men's magazines layouts back in the 80's."

"No way!" I said, after picking my jaw off the floor.

"She told me about it a couple of years ago," Kara explained. "Mom and I were going through some of her old clothes for me to have when we came across some of her old stripper outfits. I thought she would have been embarrassed but she seemed proud in telling me what they were. She didn't elaborate any but she admitted she had used her body to make ends meet before she met Dad."

"That still doesn't tell me, why you told her about yourself..."

"I went to her for advice. Mom and I have always been close and now that I knew about her past, I confessed to her that I had been thinking out doing something similar. She was concerned at first that I just wanted the money but I told her that it was something I wanted to do for the experience of having done it. I could tell she wasn't happy about it but she was very supportive."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing," I said, my head still reeling.

Kara laughed, "Aren't we just the perfect family."

"So she's cool with you and everything, still?"

"Yeah, it's not like we talk about it every time we speak but she knows what I'm doing." She paused a minute before adding, "I guess that's why I freaked out so much after last weekend. I don't know if Mom will watch anything I've done. I think it would be pretty odd if she did, seeing her own daughter having sex, but I could picture her watching one to make sure I was being treated alright. Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I don't know how she would take it if she knew it was you as Frankenstein and I don't want to find out."

I nodded as if it made sense. In all honesty, none of did. I tried to picture Mom watching a porno in which Kara was the star and came up blank. Mom was certainly still attractive but my boundary-crossing thoughts of incest with my sister did not extend to our parents.

"Trust me," Kara said. "If Mom were find out what your doing I don't think it would bother her much. I just don't want to present her with you and I together like that. That could be a whole different can of worms."

One of my shortcomings in conversations is my inability to keep thoughts in my head. Way too often, if I think it, I say it. One of those thoughts came spilling out over my tongue before I even knew I was talking. "So other than not doing it for camera where Mom could find out about it, you don't have a problem with what we did on the set last weekend?"

As soon as I said it, I wanted to inhale the words back in. Kara's body seemed to freeze for a half second as she processed my question. "We'll..." She said slowly as she got off of the couch. Unlike what I had just blurted out, she was carefully weighing her words before speaking. Before walking to her room and closing the door she finally said to me, "I've already told you that I enjoyed it."

I sat alone in the living room trying to make sense of her words. Was she telling me to keep my distance through some weird form of sarcasm that I didn't understand? Or was she flirting with me? I felt stupid for not knowing what she meant.



******



With most of our cards all on the table, the two of us managed to coexist without incident for almost a month. In the meantime, we both established our routines. We would go to classes on most weekday mornings, do the occasional porn shoot in the afternoons or weekends, and hang out in the evenings watching movies or doing homework. No mention of sex was brought up at all, however, the fact that we had fucked still lingered in air any time we were together even of it wasn't talked about.




The Video Shoot Ch. 02



My persistent fixation of my sister had me searching for any of her videos or scenes on the Internet but I found nothing. It often took anywhere from a few weeks to a few months for some shoots to be published and be available. As of yet, none of her work was out. I added to my regular routine an effort to search her stage name at least once a week.

I was forced to channel my obsession into my work. Knowing now that my sister was actively involved in porn, I began to study the industry a lot closer on each of shoots I was involved with. In the past, I would just show up, fuck, get a check, and leave. But now, I began to make a point to talk the people on the set. I wanted to understand how the business worked from a woman's prospective. It was an attempt, in my own twisted way, to try understand Kara a little bit better.

Through my new insights, I became addicted to learning about every aspect of the industry not just about the girls. At first, I stuck with the topic of the women but eventually I became interested in everything related to the business. Channeling my obsessive personality, I picked up as much as information as I could from whoever would talk to me about their job.

One afternoon, I was hanging around the set long after my scene was over, talking to the sound guy, learning about how his equipment worked when I saw Kara. She was walking into the building carrying her backpack, fresh from class. I knew that we would eventually wind up on the same set, regardless if we weren't directly working together. Since she and I hardly ever talked about our 'work,' neither of us had any idea we would be present at the same shoot today. But the overall business just wasn't that large and it was bound to happen eventually. I thought about approaching her and saying hello, but decided against it and returned my attention back to the sound gear.

While the guy continued explaining about how to lay out the wiring and recording equipment, my mind kept wandering back to Kara. I couldn't shake the thought that she was here to have sex. Over the past few weeks, I knew she was having regular intercourse on camera, just as I'm sure she knew that I did as well, but since we weren't around each other when it happened, it was always something I could manage to dismiss.

Satisfying my fantasy of being with her when we had worked on the Halloween production had not slated my thirst for her at all. I still wanted her, lusted for her, and even thought about her more than ever. Knowing that she was acting out her own sexual fantasies, knowing that she was doing what she was doing because she liked it only made my desire for her even stronger. Her cryptic words at the end of our last conversation about our porn lives still had me wondering about her intent. 

She was here, right now. Here to have sex. That thought completely invaded my mind and I soon lost track of everything the sound guy had been telling me. I did my best to appear to be listening but his words slowly became meaningless as my brain drifted elsewhere. When he finally finished his tutorial, which I had totally missed, I thanked him and headed out to my car. I figured it would just be best to leave before any awkward situation arose from Kara and I being around each other in this environment.

I got in, started the car, and sat behind the wheel with the engine running for quiet a while, my thoughts wrestling with themselves. I knew that should go, get out of the area, but I couldn't. The idea of watching her work live was just too enticing. I got out of the car and went back in, cautiously looking for my sister.

I honestly didn't know what I would do when I found her. I felt hesitant to approach her on the set, a respect born from our previous conversation. However, not letting her know I was there and spying on her could be perceived as another form of deception. I decided to just play it by ear when I came across her.

My search didn't take long. Kara was already on one of the large bedroom sets that was about to start filming. She was sitting on a bed dressed in a small black bikini waiting to begin. The set was made up to look like an ordinary bedroom and a half dozen crew members were making their final adjustments before beginning to roll. I looked around for the guy performer but didn't see anyone who fit the bill as her male co-star. 

My heart skipped a beat when I saw the girl I had just worked with a few hours earlier also wearing a tight, two piece swimsuit. Holy fuck! She was about to do a lesbian scene! The idea of Kara being with another girl had never even crossed my mind. I knew that bi-sexual girl scenes were very common but I had never considered it when thinking about my sister.

The set allowed me to stay back, away from the crewmen, as the scene began. I wasn't hidden by any means, but I was far enough away to not be obvious. I tried to remember the name of the girl I done my scene with, but like so many of the other girls I had fucked for a paycheck, I couldn't remember.

The scene began with the two of them acting as if they had just come in from the pool. A few minutes of throw away dialog was exchanged before anything sexual happened. Then, one piece at a time, they removed each others bikini's as they took turns sucking on each other's nipples and groping at each other's crotch.

My cock was at full erection by the time Kara was naked and had her head between the legs of the girl I had just fucked. I wondered if the girl had showered after her shoot with me. During our scene together, I had been instructed by the director for my pop shot to go all over her pubic mound. As I watched her now, I wondered if the taste of my sperm still lingered as my sister began to lick away at her partner's pussy.

Seeing Kara eat out another girl was thrilling. I was a guy who liked girls who liked sex, and the object of my fixation was exhibiting every trait of someone who really, really liked sex. She liked it to the point of seeking pleasure from another girl. I wanted her more than ever in that moment, while I silently watched her.

After she brought her partner to orgasm with her tongue, they sat up, kissed each other with deep porn passion, and switched places. Kara sat back while the other girl lowered herself, kissing her way down to my sister's slit. Kara threw her head back in rapture when contact was finally made on her pussy by the other girl's mouth.

At one point, as Kara rolled her head around, putting on a display of exaggerated pleasure, she looked my direction and our eyes met briefly. There was a flash of recognition but she never broke character and she kept moaning at the efforts from the tongue that was licking at her clit. 

She would occasionally glance my way, making me wonder what she thinking. Was I bothering her by being present and watching? Or did it turn her on knowing I was there? I told myself and fantasized it was the latter.

After Kara had cum, and the scene was winding down, I backed out of the set and went back to my car. Although I had a small concern of what Kara would say once we both got home, I ultimately didn't care at that moment and drove the entire way to the apartment with a raging hard-on. I had fully intended to masturbate once I got back to my bedroom, but when I got naked and sat on the bed, my guilt had grown.

I kept picturing Kara bitching at me for watching her. Bitching at me for having both of us on the same set and putting us at risk of being discovered as brother and sister. Bitching at me for the sake of bitching. It wasn't her nature to bitch like that, but this wasn't a normal circumstance by any means. Watching your younger sister film a lesbian make-out scene wasn't likely to make many guys 'brother-of-the-year.' My erection semi-deflated from my internal conflict which made pleasuring myself suddenly seem like the wrong thing to do.

Rather than hide from her, I got dressed, took a seat on the sofa, and watched TV while waiting for her to come home. I figured that there wasn't any to cover the fact that I had seen her, so I put myself to be available to her scorn or any other emotion she cared to throw at me.

She must have finished and left the set quickly, because I hadn't been waiting long when she came through the door. I braced myself for what she would have to say to me and tensed a bit as she sat down her backpack, walked across the living room, and took a seat on the opposite end of the couch.

She stared straight ahead at the TV and said, "Did you enjoy yourself, earlier?"

Her tone was hard to read. I could never tell how I was supposed to react. As always, I went with the blunt truth. "Yeah, I did, actually."

She nodded her head, "I assumed you would have."

Better to clear the air now, I thought. "Does it bother you? That I was there?"

She didn't answer right away. After a long pause, she said, "A few weeks ago, before... before, you know... I probably would have been. Now, it seems... it seems... I don't know."

"Good or bad?" I asked.

"Neither... Both... It's hard to explain," she said.

This wasn't the anger I had been expecting. With a feeling of relief, my mind wandered and my mouth again betrayed my thoughts. "So you like girls, too, huh?" DAMMIT! I cursed myself as I said it.

This time she did turn to look at me. "Yes, I do," she said frankly with contempt.

"That's cool," I said. "I just didn't know that."

"Now you do," she replied.

A dozen other questions about girl on girl sex popped into my head, but somehow I managed to keep them from spilling out as words. I sat and kept my mouth shut, waiting on her to be the next one to say something. 

I waited a long time. I don't know if she was actually watching the TV or if she was jut staring it. I certainly wasn't paying any attention to the show while I sat nervously waiting in a very awkward silence, clearly thinking about the huge pink elephant in the room.

It was probably at least fifteen minutes before she spoke. Of all of the things I had imagined her saying, what she actually said wasn't among the possibilities I had envisioned.

"Go to your room, take your clothes off and sit on the bed," Kara said, breaking the silence between us. Her tone was firm yet calm and she didn't turn to look at me as she said it. She just kept looking at the TV.

I glanced over at her. What? She told me to do... what? I was about to ask her to repeat herself but as my mouth opened, she said, unflinchingly, "You heard me."

Wow. Her commanding tone turned me on and I found it strangely exhilarating. The only thought that came to mind was that she was going to punish me somehow or embarrass me in some way to get even. My internal guilt for lusting after my little sister left me with no room to argue or stand up to her.

I stood and crossed her field of view. I left my bedroom door open upon entering and began to strip. Once nude, I sat on the edge of the bed with a semi-erection. My cock didn't know whether to be excited or not and I had no further insights to give it to help make up its own mind.

From where I sat, I could only see a small portion of the living room. I couldn't see the sofa or the TV. I debated about calling out to Kara that I had done as she said, but again chose to keep quiet. I would just have to be patient and wait. Whatever punishment she wanted to dole out, I would allow her to have her vengeance without struggle.

Listening carefully, footsteps revealed to me that Kara had gone into her own room. I heard some fabric rustling and couldn't tell if she was digging through unpacked boxes or changing clothes. A few minutes passed before I had an answer. I heard footsteps again, this time it was bare feet and they were heading toward my room. 

Kara appeared wearing her light blue robe. She stopped in the doorway and looked at me sitting nervously as she and requested. "Lay back on the bed," she told me.

I was in too deep to disobey. I slid up onto the bed and lay flat on my back. I knew that my penis was on proud display to her in this position but still had yet to decided this was erotic or not. I was still a bit scared of whatever she might have in mind. My cock had its own agenda and apparently was proud of being exposed. It began to stiffen into full mast despite my efforts to keep things modest for the time being.

Kara walked up to the edge of the bed and stood looking down at me. "What is it exactly that you like about me?"

Again, not what I was expecting but I gave her an honest answer, "You are so incredibly gorgeous. I love the way you flirt and talk. You always seem to have a plan and aren't afraid to speak your mind. You come cross as a person that I want to be around. I can talk to you about things I can't talk about with other people. Or rather you let me talk to you. You put up with my weird way of saying things. I feel like I can be myself around you and that is in its own way a turn on."

Without saying anything else, she untied the sash around her waist and opened her robe. She let it fall to her feet, leaving her standing beside me totally naked. My breath was taken away by seeing her revealed to me again at such a short distance. I had assumed I would never get such a close up view of her ever again.

To further surprise me, she climbed onto the bed and straddled my hips with one leg on either side of my waist. I have no idea what I was about to say but my mouth opened. "I..." I started.

Before anything more could come out, she sushed me and put her left index finger over my lips, telling to not to say anything. I brought my lips tightly together in response to show her I understood.

I couldn't believe what was happening when she pulled her finger away and snaked her hand down between her legs and grabbed my straining cock. Her touch on my member was electric and I let out a soft exhale.

My stupid brain still hadn't processed what was about to happen. Everything up to this point had happened so fast and was totally contrary to what I had expected. It didn't register until I felt her lift up my shaft with her hand and she rocked back on her hips. Suddenly the tip of my dick felt something warm and wet. Kara let go with her hand and sank back, sitting on my cock.

I looked into her eyes with a puzzled look. Yes, this is what I wanted but I couldn't believe that she was the one instigating it. I knew better than speak, so I just kept staring at her while my raging hard-on was being satisfied deep within her. She returned my gaze and our eyes remained locked together as she began to slide up and down on my member.

Mostly out of instinct, my hands reached up and found her breasts hanging between us. I squeezed and kneaded them like balls of dough, causing her to cry out in pleasure. I gradually worked my finger tips up to her nipples and gave each of them a firm squeeze at the same time.

"You like fucking me?" She asked, panting. Or eyes were still fixed on each other in an exchange of passionate stares.

"Of course, I do," I breathed.

"You like fucking your little sister?"

I nodded. The moment was magical. There were no cameras. No crew. No set. This was just us. It was quickly becoming too much to take.

"Then say it," she said. "Tell me you like fucking me." She continued to rock her hips, sliding her pussy over the length of my cock.

"I like fucking you," I said.

"Say you like fucking your little sister."

This was intense. Her dirty talk was overwhelming. "I like fucking my little sister."

"Fuck yes you do," she said between moans, almost babbling.

Her words finally got to me. I thrust my hips upward, forcing my cock as deep inside of her that it would go, and erupted. I groaned loudly as my boiling cum shot though my shaft and into my sisters devine pussy. As my cock pulsed with orgasm, I felt her inner walls clamp down on me hard. At first I thought she was doing it intentionally to milk me, but the look on her face revealed she was cumming as well.

Our gaze never broke as we came with each other. Our bodies contracted and spasmed but our eyes stayed firm and fixed. Only after we were both completely spent did she collapse on my chest, finally causing our eyes to part.

My cock stayed mostly hard after cumming and thus remained lodged inside of her as we began to relax from the intensity. I hoped she wouldn't move for a long, long time. I loved being connected with her. Being intimate. And this wasn't on the set. This time we could linger.

"I love you," I said, wrapping my hands around her back, hugging her tight against me.

"I know you do," was her only reply.



The Video Shoot Ch. 03



Chapter 03 - Reception

Kara had surprised me at every turn all evening. I expected her to be mad at me when she got home. I had expected some form of vengeance when she told me to go to my room and strip. I hadn't expected her to climb on the bed and ride my cock until we both came. And I certainly hadn't expected her respond the way she had when I told her I loved her.

I had clenched her tight, reveling in the feeling of her naked flesh warmly and intimately on mine as she lay on top of me. I had told her I loved her and she simply replied that she knew it.

I knew I could be slow at picking up subtle social cues and this was no exception. This time, I had to address her choice of words. "Are you trying to be funny?" I asked.

"No," she said and pressed upwards, breaking the light grip of my hug. My cock was still more than semi-erect and still deeply snug inside of her pussy. She sat upright without moving her hips, keeping us connected.

"Then what do you mean by that?"

"I do love you, John," she said. "I love my brother. You are family and always will be, regardless of what we get caught up in doing. But I think you think that you are seriously 'in love' with me."

"I am," I said.

"Maybe but it's probably more of some kind of unhealthy obsession. I don't know," she shrugged.

"Then why this," I asked. "This was a conscious decision on your part. You decided to to do this."

"I guess I was horny," she said, smiling. "I just came from a girl-girl shoot and those always leave me worked up. I can cum with girls, but I always feel like I want and need more when it's over. I need some penetration, to be completely filled and satisfied."

On one level I felt the sting of her let's-be-friends and I-love-you-like-a-brother attitude. However, looking up at her sitting on me, naked and with my cock nestled inside of her, made me not care about anything beyond this magnificent instance. I drank in the surreal moment knowing she was right. I was obsessed with her. Staring at her cute girl-next-door face, her petite, firm body, and admiring her no-nonsense take-charge personality made me wonder who wouldn't become obsessed with her.

"I shouldn't have used you this way," she added but made no effort no move. The thought of her remaining here willingly, with no deceptions, made my cock grow back to fully erect.

"I don't care," I said and contracted my muscles to cause my cock to swell.

"Mmm," she sighed at the feeling of me twitch within her. "I know you don't care," she eventually said. "But this can't be good for either of us."

I didn't want her to change her mind. I searched for a way to stall her. "Why?" I asked. It probably wasn't the best choice, but it would keep her talking, I figured.

"I shouldn't be feeding your infatuation and I shouldn't have my brothers dick in me, right now." Kara still sat motionless on top of me.

"You're still here," I said, pointing out the obvious.

She leaned forward, bringing her chest bearing down onto mine and I loved the way her breast smoothed onto my skin under her weight. I thought she was going to kiss me but instead she began shifting her weight to her left. I quickly picked up on what she was doing and rolled with her. I managed to keep my member inside of her as we shifted positions.

"Just shut up and fuck me," she said once she lay flat on her back.

I wasn't about to argue and began to thrust in and out of her at a relaxed tempo with long, slow strokes. Her pussy was soaking wet from the mixture of both of our recent orgasms and the feeling was different but still very enjoyable.

"And make it last this time," Kara said between moans. "Just pretend we are on the set."

I was only happy to oblige. I raised up on stiff arms, supporting myself above her. I wanted to look down at her while we fucked. The world could end tomorrow for all I cared, I was living in sheer ecstasy at that very moment. I watched her beautiful face contort with expressions of her own pleasure that was being delivered by me. Nothing could have made it any better.

Several minutes later, she came on my cock again, with me fucking her slowly. Even though I had just cum, I knew I could easily go off again a second time with little effort. I had to hold myself back like she asked and avoided getting too close to cumming. Not that I didn't want to cum, but I knew that if I came again our intimate time would probably be over for now and I wanted desperately to keep going for as long as she would let me.

"One more," she panted. "Fuck me hard."

Eager to please and satisfy her, I increased my speed and power. I began to slid my cock almost completely out of her and then slam back into her with an urgent ferocity. Our pubic areas made a sticky slap with each thrust, a result of the overflow of wetness between us.

"Oh fuck, John, that's good!" She screamed as I pounded into her. "Fuck me!"

I felt my orgasm creeping up on me due to her words. They were music to ears which translated into fuel for my primal lust for her. I held it together, though, waiting on her to go first. Just like on the set with one of my paid partners, I held back until it was time for me to go.

When Kara began to cum for the third time that night, I let go and went with her. It was rare for porn scenes to allow for an internal cum shot, so the added intimacy of ejaculating deep inside of her made the experience even more enjoyable. We came together for the second time, her pussy gripping me tightly with its contractions and my cock spurting whatever semen and sperm I had left.

As the massive waves of pleasure diminished, I remained elevated above her, soaking up the sight of her laying below me in a blissful afterglow. My cock mostly deflated but I kept my hips pressed firm against hers not wanting to yet slide out of her.

After a minute, Kara's eyes cleared and she looked at me piercingly. "Did you cum?" She asked with an accusing tone.

I nodded.

"I thought I told you to make it last," she said. Her words weren't harsh or stern, but were definitely filled with disappointment.

"Sorry," I replied. "I don't think I'll have a problem getting it up for another go if want to cum again."

Kara ignored my comment for the moment and glanced down between us. "I'm leaking. Your going to have to change your blankets."

I slid back and off of her, sorry to feel my almost completely limp penis fall out of her. A glob of my thick white sperm was oozing out between the puffy red lips of her pussy. Her entire crotch was shiny from our juices and a huge wet stain soaked the bed below her ass. Even after such intense back-to-back orgasms, my cock twitched at the sight.

Without speaking, I followed her lead and we got off the bed to remove the top blanket. I threw it in a heap into the corner and we lay back down together. Kara spooned up against me, pressing her back against my chest and her ass against my ever hungry cock. Still living in a dream, my erection slowly returned and began to press against her rear.

"Wow," Kara said, giving her ass a slight wiggle. "You've popped twice and still ready for more."

"I told you I wouldn't have a problem getting it back up."

"Don't put it to waste," she said casually as she pulled her legs up, causing her pussy to become more accessible.

I quickly reached down and guided my hard-on back inside of her. We both let out a soft moan as we reconnect once more. Once I was pressed deep inside of her from the rear, she half straightened her legs out and relaxed laying on her side in front of me. I tried to rock back and forth a little to give us both some stimulation but she stopped me.

"Just lay still," she said. "You feel nice inside of me like this."

I let out a soft mumble that I agreed with her.

"Don't cum, this time. Just keep it in me," she said, twisting her head to look at me to help make her point.

"Okay," I replied and wrapped my arm over her, pulling her tightly to me.

We both lay quietly and motionless with me simply penetrating her. I wanted to talk to her about what we were doing and everything that had just happened. A million thoughts were flinging around in my head.

Kara sensed my uneasiness and grabbed my arm that was holding her. "Don't talk," she said softly.

It wasn't long before I could her hear breathing become long and regular with the rhythm of sleep. I just lay there, wide awake, holding her in my bed with my hard throbbing cock buried snuggly inside of her. I told myself that I didn't care why she was here with me like this but in reality I had dozens of unanswered questions that kept me from drifting off.

Throughout the night, I only dozed for a few minutes at a time, my erection seldom faltering. Occasionally I would soften slightly but a gentle flick of my hips reminded my member where it was and it would quickly stiffen up again. Every time she would shift or move, I deliberately adjusted to move with her and kept my arm around her and my cock pushed deeply into her pussy. Although I hoped that this was just the first night of lots more to come, I really had no idea of her intentions. All I knew was that, right now, she was mine and I was taking in every second of it and hardly slept a wink.

With the early morning light coming through the heavy curtains, Kara finally stirred and purred softly as she made a rolling motion with her ass. "It's nice to wake up this way," she said glancing back at me and seeing that I was awake. She jammed her butt back into me, grinding her flesh hard against me.

Then without warning she slid forward and my cock slipped out her. After being so warmly engulfed for the entire night, the cool air on my shaft was a disappointing sensation. Kara sat up and left my bedroom. I watched her turn toward the bathroom as I lay wondering what to do. Several minutes later she crossed back in front of the doorway, still nude, this time heading to the kitchen.

I got up when I heard her clinking about and starting the coffee maker. A trip to the bathroom to urinate caused my erection to go down somewhat but my penis still was swollen and never went completely soft.

Kara looked up at me as I joined her in the kitchen. Her face was blank and expressionless as if it were normal that we were naked together waiting for our morning java. When the pot was ready, Kara poured us each a cup and we took a seat at the table.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked her after we had sat in silence for a few minutes. I knew the timing was probably off, bringing up such a heavy topic after she had just woken up, but I was too impatient to wait.

"I'm torn," she replied and took a sip from her mug. 

I waited for her to explain.

"John, you have an amazing body. I didn't notice it until recently but I am naturally attracted to certain body types, body types like yours. I guess it's because you were always working out so much when we were younger. You told me that you first took notice of my body when we on our family vacation in Vegas..."

I nodded.

"Well, I took notice of you then, too, out at the pool with your shirt off. I think you were the only 15 year old in the world with washboard abs. Very few of the guys in high school come close to matching your physique. You were the first athletic male body I ever admired."

She had never told me this before. I was delighted in hearing her say it.

"But don't get me wrong," she said, "it was never anything more than just thinking your body was hot. You were still my brother after all, and a damned strange one at that. I could never figure out why someone as attractive as you could come of so dorky."

Kara took another sip of coffee and I could see her debating about how to proceed. "I like sex," she finally said. "I like sex a lot. That's entirely why I'm doing porn. I mean, hot guys, big dicks, long sessions without the guy cumming too soon ending everything before I'm done... and the money doesn't hurt at all either."

My cock was rising again in response to what she was saying.

"And sex with you is... is amazing," Kara said. "It's the kind of sex I got into porn looking for."

"Then what's the problem?" I asked.

"You're my brother. I can't shake that. On one hand, I don't care if your related because from an entirely physical standpoint your perfect. You have the body type I crave, your dick is big enough to be completely satisfying yet not big enough to hurt, and you know from working porn how to fuck for a long time and in just the right way."

"But on the downside," she added, "not only is the brother-sister incest hanging over our heads, you very clearly have an emotional attachment to me that I can't return. I like fucking you and could get very used to it but I'm not in love with you. It bothers me that I'm empowering something in you that needs to be cured not fed. To me it'd just sex. Good sex. But I can't ignore that you see it as something more."

"And I've told you, I don't care," I said.

"I know. That jut proves my point and makes it even harder for me."

"Kara, I am in love with you. I have been for a long time. Trust me when I say that I am truly happy for every minute we get to spend together, intimate or otherwise. Having a your attention, even briefly, is wonderful and dear to me."

"What are you going to do if at some point down the road I start dating someone?" She asked. "It would crush you. I don't want to be responsible for that. I honestly think that I could get past the incest thing because we are so good in bed together. However, I don't want to go forward knowing that I'm going to end up hurting you. Hurting my big brother."

"I don't know if it helps," I said, "but I am willing to deal with that when it happens. I will carry all the risk."

"It doesn't work that way," she replied, flatly. "I t would hurt me knowing that I hurt you wether you agreed to it before hand or not. I just need some time to think."

We finished our coffee without any further discussion. After a short while, Kara stood from the table and began moving about the kitchen. "Eggs and toast?" She asked.

"Sounds good," I answered, staring at her body. It was a delight to see her naked and casual. I watched her every move, never taking my eyes off of her for a second.

When she handed me my plate, she saw my cock standing straight up from my lap. "Down boy," she said as she sat back at the table.

"You make me horny," I replied.

She didn't respond.

*******

When we finished eating, Kara got dressed to go to class. I decided to skip my schedule for the day to catch up on the sleep I missed. Once she left, I went to bed, masturbated, and then slept lightly, still thinking about the night before.

I woke up mid-afternoon to the sound of her coming back in. The rest of the day was spent in our normal routine but there was a heavy tension still between us. Later, Kara told me that she had a morning shoot the next day and was going to bed early and went to her own bedroom, leaving me to wonder about everything alone.

I was afraid for her to feel like I was pressuring her so I intentionally refrained bringing up anything sexual around her. Kara made no mention of what had happened between us although we did occasionally catch each other in the middle of an awkward long stare.

Two weeks passed with us trying to act normal around each other. I constantly felt like I was waiting for Kara to say or do something. I didn't want her to feel like I was bugging her in any way so I tried to keep things as casual as I could but it felt forced. The only thing I knew to do was to be polite to her, so I went out of my way to find things to do for her.

To make matter worse for me, my regular online searches for videos of my sister finally got a hit. During the course of a single week, I finally came across two of her scenes. Whenever I had the house to myself, I made use of the time by masturbating while watching her on the computer.

I did three more shoots in the meantime. All of the girls I had sex with were hot, but they weren't my sister. I had to envision Kara just to manage to get through each scene. The night before one of the shoots, I had made myself cum several times watching one of Kara's scenes and as a result very little semen came out when it was time to pop for the camera the next morning. It was the first time I had ever seen a director pissed at me and I had to make a mental note not to cum too much just before a shoot again.

I continued to spend extra time on the set, learning more and more about the technical aspects of the a video production. I had no real clue what I was going to do with the knowledge but I enjoyed what I was soaking in. It was a good distraction from my otherwise nagging thoughts about my sister.

Kara finally brought up the subject of the two of us one night while we both sat watching TV. It had been a couple of weeks since our wonderful night together and the awkwardness that existed in the apartment had been wearing me down. From out of the blue she just announced, "This is bullshit."

"What," I said. I thought she was talking about the show we were watching.

"Us... this... It's all bullshit," she said. "I'm tired of this. All we do is sit quietly, afraid to say anything to each other. I can't take it anymore."

"Okay," I said. I agreed with her but felt it was she who needed to chose a direction, so I waited for her to continue.

"If we are going to keep living together, we have to work this out." She picked up the remote and turned off the TV and shifted her sitting position to face me.

"The way I see it," I said, "it's you who needs to work it out. You know where I stand."

"Where do you stand?" She pressed me. "Spell it out for me. What's your ideal solution."

"You want me to be honest?"

"Absolutely, give it to me."

"Fair enough," I said, preparing to unload many hours of thoughts on her. I hadn't laid it out specifically in my mind but what I wanted was clear. It was a relief to get the chance to speak frankly and a look of mild shock came over her face as I let the leash off of my tongue. "I want you. I want to be around you without any weird feelings. I want to take you out to dinner. I want hold your hand while we walk together. I want to take you into the bedroom and make love to you. I want to see you walk around the apartment naked. I want to take weekend trips with you. I want to go to work with you and watch you do your scenes. I want to us to come home and be able to share our stories and thoughts about what we did that day on the set. I want to eat you out because I've yet to taste your pussy. I want us to sleep together at night. I want everything about you. And when we don't feel romantic but still want to blow off some steam, I want to just fuck you."

"Oh, my," she said, reeling from my explosion.

My heart was racing as I waited for her response.

"So, you want us to be a couple," she said. "You want to go on dates and do everything a coupe does?"

"Pretty much," I said.

"That's what I was afraid of," she said, dropping her eyes. "I can't give you that."

"Then I will take what I can get," I said.

"It's not that easy. Not for me."

"Why not?" I asked.

"It just isn't," she looked back up at me. "If you weren't in love with me, it might could be different. If having fun with you was just that, having some fun, then we could both take it for what it's worth. But things aren't equal. I am not going to be responsible for your damages."

"Damages?"

"Yes, John, you are fucking damaged. You are way too hung up on me. I love you but not in the same way. You've got to grow the fuck up."

"To use your words, its not that easy," I said. "In the year that I lived by myself, I had almost put you out of my mind. But when you moved in and we were around each other again, everything came flooding back. With our current lifestyles and with everything that's happened, I'm not going to be able to get over you without complete separation. As long as you are around me, I'm going to want you. So unless one of us is willing to move out..."




The Video Shoot Ch. 04



Chapter 04 - Proposition

Once again I found myself wide awake while motionlessly fucking my sleeping sister in my bed. Kara nodded off fast while laying on top of me and I lay still below her with my aching hard-on buried in her snug, warm pussy.

I did okay for a while, just caressing her back and neck, stroking her hair, generally just enjoying the feel of her body and her skin. Kara was petite so the dead weight of her body bearing down on me wasn't anything that became uncomfortable.

However, over time, my cock began to throb painfully with the need to cum. I had fucked her through multiple orgasms of her own but I had yet have any satisfaction. She had practically passed out before I had the chance to get myself off with her.

While she dozed, I was still too worked up to sleep so I began to think back over our conversation from earlier in the evening. Kara had made it pretty clear that she didn't seem to mind the concept of the two of us having sex regardless of our brother/sister status. However, she wanted me just for the sex and nothing more. I, on the other hand, wanted more from her. I was infatuated with her and wanted her physically, mentally, and spiritually. 

Oddly enough, I wasn't overly bothered by her working with other guys on a porn set. In fact, I found it exciting. Sex on the set could become heated and even somewhat passionate but there was always an emotional disconnect. It was always just about the sex. It was a turn-on to think of my sister as a girl who enjoyed sex to the point of exploring her sexuality openly on video.

However, the flip side did bother me. The thought of Kara actually dating someone, not just fucking them, was depressing. She certainly had a point. Could I handle it if our occasional sex was interrupted by her entering a real relationship? I had told her that I would carry the risk and that I would willingly take the chance. But was that fair for either of us? I would be heartbroken and she would most certainly end up feeling guilty about the turmoil she was causing me.

The way I saw it, I had two options. One was to actually end doing things like we were doing right now. To actually draw the line and put sex between us completely off the table. This would be the best chance we had at preserving our family relationship. The other choice was to go along for the ride and hope for one of our opinions to change before both of us got hurt. Either I could try to reduce the power of my feelings for her, or I could wait and hope that her feelings for me increased.

With a horny cock currently stuffed into her pussy, the second options was the only one I was willing to entertain. I would follow her suggestion and make a serious effort to act more casual with her. I needed to do my best to not dote on her so much and just take each encounter with her as it came. In order to love her, I needed to act like I didn't. 

In time, perhaps I would see through the lustrous shine of her appeal and lose interest. I knew I was kidding myself with that thought. All I was truly hoping for was for her to relent and come to me openly, for her to begin to express similar feelings for me in return.

I had been thinking for almost an hour when my cock eventually gave up on it's quest for an orgasm and began to soften slightly. The air of intense sexually urgency was long over and even though I was still inside of my sister, my penis figured it was done and started to shrink.

I tried to will myself to stay hard but failed and made a few gentle attempts at thrusting upwards but the way she was positioned on top me prevented any successful stimulation. After only a couple of minutes, my cock slipped out of Kara's pussy and fell limp down over my now mildly throbbing balls.

I guess the attempts at moving my hips had caused Kara to stir. When my penis fell free of her sex she let out a slight whimper. I cocked my head sideways to look at her and saw she had opened her eyes. 

"Where did my cock go?" She asked quietly, sounding disappointed.

"I think it surrendered and went to sleep," I told her.

"Aww," she pouted. "I miss it already."

She surprised me by lifting her self up slightly on her knees as she moved her arm between the two of our bodies. She quickly found my sagging cock and began to softly kneed and stroke it. My lust instantly returned under her playful touch and was quickly swelling back to full mast. Once I was mostly erect, Kara used her hand to guide me back into her. She sank down again, impaling herself on my renewed stiffness.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as she removed her hand. "That's much better."

While she was still somewhat raised above me, she began to rock back and forth causing my cock to slide in and out of her a couple of inches at a time. She kept her Venus mound low on each of her strokes, forcing her clit to grind across my pubic bone. Within seconds she came again. It was a much smaller orgasm than earlier but it was an orgasm none the less.

"Very nice," Kara said in almost a whisper as she began to flatten back out on to of me.

For a brief moment, I was almost angry. There was no way I was going to let her go to sleep again without me cumming. My cock head, my shaft, my balls were all ready for some relief and just being inside of her was no longer enough. 

"What about me?" I asked in the tenderest voice I could force.

"What?" Kara replied as she raised her head off the pillow at my shoulder to look at me.

"Can I have my turn?"

"Oh," she giggled. "Is it starting to get to you?"

"A little bit," I answered.

Kara then lifted her upper torso completely off of me, sitting upright on my cock. She had a look of playfulness in her eyes as she looked down at me.

"I've been asking around about you, you know," she told me.

"How so?"

"On the set and whatnot. Just with the other girls. Trying to find what any of the girls that you've been with have to say about you."

"And..."

"It seems that you are a real popular fellow," Kara said. "It kind of surprised me. I've always known you as my older brother John who just kept to himself and never had much to say to anyone. You've always been quiet and never the kind of guy who takes charge of anything."

"What did they say about me though?" I said trying to rush her.

"I'm getting to that," she said slowly trying to tease my impatience. "You see, most of the girls in porn like a guy who can get a bit rough. Someone who is a man's man and can take control. I'm not saying that these girls want a guy to be mean to them, just that when it comes to pure sex, most of them want to be manhandled... at least a little. That's why, at first, I thought it was so odd of you to be in porn. You just are not the typical male stud type."

"However, to my surprise," she continued. "Every girl I spoke with who you had worked with just adored you. They all say the same thing, 'he's totally cute and I can really trust him.' Almost all of them have said you always start out slow and gentle but by the end of the shoot you are hammering into them like a seasoned pro. You start off nice and professional and end up giving them a better time because you've managed to build up trust with them for when you start to act more macho."

It made me feel good that I was liked by the girls I had been with. Who wouldn't like hearing that? Everybody loves a compliment. But this story had come out of nowhere.

"But what does this have to do with anything?" I asked.

"Tell me what you like about sex," Kara said. "Sex on a porn set in particular."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Why are we talking about this now?"

"Just humor me," she said with a faint smile. "Tell me what sex is like for you when you're working."

"Fine," I said. I clenched my cock muscles just as an act of defiance before I answered. Kara raised her eyebrows when she felt my cock surge and responded by giving me a quick pussy squeeze. "I hadn't been with many girls before I got into porn and most of my 'normal' sex was quick and... awkward. But when I started doing it front of the camera, everything just kind of went better. I no longer had to worry about what I was supposed to be doing. There was always a director telling me what positions to use and for how long to do it."

"Go on," Kara said giving my cock another short squeeze of her cunt.

"The girls are more open. They know what they like and what they don't and they aren't afraid to tell you about it. That just takes a ton of pressure off of me. I just do what I'm told and in the to process I get to have sex with some amazingly hot girls while getting paid for it."

"So you like being told what to do?"

I shrugged. "A little, I guess. It just means I don't have to do as much guesswork."

"I like the same thing, just from the opposite angle," she said. "I like to be the one who is in control. I get an honest say in what happens. Plus, just like you, sex with the guys I dated in a High School was always over so quick. They had no self control at all."

"You must really like sex on the set then," I commented. "Over quickly just isn't part of the equation."

"I know. I've been in scenes that have lasted for over an hour due to all the stuff that needs to be done to move the equipment to shoot the next position. In the down time, the guy still has to stay hard, so usually he just keeps on fucking me. It really is incredible and I'm not just talking about the marathon sex sessions on the set."

"What then?"

"It's kind of a power trip. I mean, the guy is there all worked up. He's hard, he's horny, and he has to wait. He is right there fucking me slowly while they move the cameras and he can't cum. And when the scene starts back up, he's hornier than ever and he's fucking me harder... but he still can't cum yet."

"You like that?" 

"Yeah, I do. It really gets me off quick knowing that he is using my body to build himself up but still has to hold it back until the director calls for the pop shot. I love it when the guys get so turned on they have to stop. It even happened with you, when you were Frankenstein. You had to stop once or twice."

"Yeah, but that was more because of the excitement I was feeling due to fucking you for the first time. It was the forbidden fruit aspect."

"True," she agreed. "But how does it make you feel? Having to wait like that on the set?"

"Honestly," I said. "I kind of like it. Most of the time, except lately when I've been with you, I go completely limp after I cum. Sex is pretty much over for a short while after that. Even if I can get hard again quickly, it feels different. It still feels good and all, but the excitement and the need is diminished. In the end, I think its kind of cool that I not only get to fuck a hot porn star, but I get to fuck hot porn stars for hours."

"Is it frustrating?"

"Sometimes, maybe," I answered. "For me it's kind of cool being made to hold back. I get to enjoy that feeling of pure lust for longer. Fucking and cumming quickly is good, but I guess I like making it last for at least a little while. When I do finally cum it usually far more powerful and enjoyable."

Kara sat still for several seconds just looking at me. I had no clue what she was thinking.

"What?" I asked, breaking her out of her trance.

"You really need to get your shit together," she said in a suddenly very serious tone.

"What? Why?" I said, shocked at her new attitude.

"We are like so perfect for each other it's creepy. We could be the most ultimate fuck buddies of all time."

"What do you mean?"

"Besides the fact that sex between us has been pretty fucking amazing, we both fit each other's quirks. I like to be in control, you like to be told what to do. I like to watch a guy get all worked up and horny, you like making sex last longer by being told to hold back."

I knew I had to respond carefully. I wanted to show her a touch of indifference regardless of how much my mind loved hearing what she was saying. "I suppose so. Never really thought about it that way."

"I bet you are really struggling right now?" She asked.

"Huh?" What was she talking about.

"You haven't cum yet. How long have you been inside of me?" She gave me cock another firm squeeze from her PC muscle.

"I think our first round only last about 10 or 15 minutes. Then you fell asleep for about an hour. And now we've been sitting like this while we've been talking. Total of an hour and half or so, I guess."

"Is that the longest you've gone?"

"Maybe. I've never really timed it before. If this isn't the record it's got to be close."

Kara raised up and shifted to her side. As my cock slipped entirely out of her tunnel, it flopped loudly onto my abdomen with a wet slap. "Come get on top for a while," she said as she laid down beside me.

I was glad to take control and quickly poised myself above her.

"I want to hold the record," Kara said after I sank back into her. "Make me cum one more time, then you can have yours."

My eyes lit up at the prospect of finally cumming. However, after being delayed for so long, my orgasm built up very rapidly as I began to pump my cock into her. Gauging my sister's reactions as I fucked her, I knew she would still be a minute before she would reach her climax, forcing me to change my tempo and alternate my thrusts to maintain control.

I was beginning to worry that I wouldn't make it. My orgasm was approaching and the only way to stop it would be to pull out of her completely. Kara had been ramping up nicely but if I was to do as she wished, I was going to have to stop.

Thankfully, just a single second before I was forced to deny myself, she began to cum. The tight grip of her pussy pushed me over the edge and I rode my orgasm along with hers. Both of our genitals convulsed with each other as her contractions heightened my own. My own orgasm was mind-blowingly powerful. Having been on hold for almost two hours, my cum forcefully shot through my dick and it felt like I was ejaculating marbles. On the set, I had cum hard like that a handful of times, but it wasn't many.

After the last pulse of my orgasm had faded, I felt light headed. Kara had already come down from her high and was giggling at my expression from below.

"Worth the wait?" She asked with a satisfied grin.

I nodded semi-coherently. "I think..." was all I could manage to say.

Without thinking, I pulled back and collapsed beside her, completely spent.

"I'm going to freshen up," Kara said to me as she rolled out of the bed. "I think you shot a whole quart of cum into me. It's dripping everywhere."

"Sorry," I replied, suddenly exhausted.

"Stop apologizing," Kara said as she walked toward the door. "If nothing else, I'm beginning to like the effect I have on you."

A few moments later, I heard the shower turn on in bathroom. I may have dozed for a few minutes before Kara returned and slid back into bed with me. I managed to wrap my arm around her as we both settled in for sleep.

*****

The following several days saw a dramatic change in tone around the apartment when Kara and I were both present. Even though I was still deeply smitten with her, I did my best to appear more casual when she was around. In return, Kara was far more open and talkative.

There was still a hint of sexual tension lingering between us. I was adamant with myself about not being the instigator of another session but, unfortunately, Kara made no effort of her own and we ended up retiring each night to our own rooms with incident.

The topic of porn did come up a couple of days later while we sat at the kitchen table one evening, after having finished a late meal together.

"I dropped my agent today. I'm going to go freelance," Kara said, out of the blue.

"What? Seriously?" I exclaimed. Having an agent made everything so easy. Sure, they took a cut of your paycheck, but they did all of the routine day-to-day work. All a performer had to do was just show up and perform.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it for a couple of weeks or so."

"I don't know, sis. Doing what we do without an agent would be pretty difficult, wouldn't it?"

"Not really," she continued. "It's different for girls."

"Like how?" I asked.

"To begin with, since my videos have started coming out, I've apparently become very popular. My agent wants me to start doing promotional appearances."

"That doesn't sound so bad," I commented.

"It sounds boring as hell. He wants me to do a few shows as a feature performer at some strip clubs. I didn't get into porn to become a celebrity. I have no interest in signing autographs or being a part-time stripper."

"What do you want exactly?"

She thought for a second. "I want... just sex. I got into this looking for an outlet not a career. I want to have fun and push my boundaries. I certainly don't want to worry about the best way to 'maximize my exposure,' as my agent put it."

"What else is there?" I asked. "You've been working for a couple of months now. What boundary is there left to push?"

"There's lots actually," she laughed. "All kinds of things I haven't tried yet."

"Like what?"

"There are all kinds of fetishes out there. All I've done so far is pretty much fuck a big dick or eat some pussy. I want more than just that. With the path I'm on, the greatest honor would be to become a contract girl with one of the larger studios. I don't want that."

"And you said that 'I' wasn't the typical porn star..." I chuckled back at her.

"Hey," she said defensively and gave me a playful slap. "A girl wants what a girl wants."

"Listen, I'm sure your agent could hook you up with some extreme if you wanted to try it. For that matter, you could ask me. I've haven't done much in the way of kinky either. Nothing but straight sex so far."

Kara smirked and said, "Really? You've been working in porn for almost a year now and no one has asked you to do a gay scene? If you are in it for the money, then gay porn is where the money is for guys."

"Now that you mention it," I replied, "early on I was offered a few gigs but I turned them all down. When I first started I said I was only interested in straight sex. Nothing kinky or weird. And that included no three way scenes with two guys and a girl. My agent, Mr. Simpson, laughed and said he could start me off with a few basic straight scenes but I would need to overcome those rules fast as a male performer. So far, I've never been asked. On the Halloween shoot, I almost ended up in a gangbang scene but that was mainly due to it being a last minute job. I probably would have done it and might sometime in the future as long as I'm only interacting with the girl."

"Mr. Simpson is right," Kara commented. "Sooner or later, you will be asked to do more. You've skirted by so far because the girls like you. And that's my whole point. My agent has already suggested collagen injections for my lips. I'm only 18 and they're already suggesting a form of plastic surgery. That's why I want out of that system."

"I've been hired for a handful independent companies through my agent. Is there that much work out there for a freelance girl?" "

"Lots. There are all kinds of posting on the Internet from those various independent sites looking for amateurs. I like the sound of that... Amateur. I don't want to be a 'pro' like in the way that term is used in the industry. If I do something kinky or whatever, I want it to be because I want to do it, not because it's what my agent thinks I should do. I just want to do it according to my desires, not some 'plan.'"

"Why haven't you done any of that stuff up to this point. Have you not been comfortable with it? Not ready yet?"

"I think I've been ready for a while now," she said. "But my agent has called most of the shots. He said to start with only the basics at first and then slowly add more and more tricks that you're willing to do on camera. Supposedly, that helps make your career in porn last longer as a girl. I don't care about any of that, though."




The Video Shoot Ch. 05



Chapter 05 - Transition

October was a month of pure heaven. Kara and I developed a nice routine that had me on cloud nine. I was around her a lot more and she made no negative comments about our time together. Although there were hints that our relationship was static, not moving forward or backwards, I ignored anything that could cast a shadow over what I wanted to perceive things to be.

Kara continued to pursue booking her own jobs through independent websites and payed me to tag along as her 'bodyguard.' It was always a high to watch her perform a couple of time each week and I was always rewarded with a hot session between the two of us afterwards. Even when she did a scene with another guy, we both were wound tight and horny by the time we got home.

The small share of my sister's pay turned out to be slightly more than I had been making on my own. I was about to call my agent to drop him entirely, but Kara urged me to tell him I wanted to take an extended hiatus. That way, if I ever wanted to work again, it might be somewhat easier to get picked back up than just rudely cutting all ties. Mr. Simpson didn't seem to care one way or another when I told him I was taking a break and it was clear that since I didn't own a vagina I was pretty low on his priority scale.

After only a week of working exclusively for my sister, she began to regularly sleep with me in my bed. We didn't always have sex every single night but the three or four nights we did were always raw and intense. The special connection that I felt when kissing her passionately didn't come around as often as I would have liked though. For some reason, the slower and gentler fuck sessions happened with much less frequency. However, when those rare moments of closeness and togetherness did arise, I milked them for all they were worth.

Kara did continue teasing me off and on. On most occasions, she said nothing and I ended up cumming with her or shortly thereafter. However, every now and then, she would ask me to 'hold it in' and I would refrain from going over the edge for sometimes up to an hour while we fucked. 

"Got to keep you in practice," she said more than once after having me wait. "Can't have you returning to your old job and just shooting off whenever you want." I didn't have any immediate plans to return to the business but was happy to play along with her.

Most of the shoots she did during this period seemed fairly tame to me. Other than doing a couple of threesomes, everything was mostly routine and normal. When I asked her if she was still interested in pursuing more extreme scenes, she told me there were only a small handful of production companies who dealt with what she wanted to do and sometimes it took a while to get a foot in their door. I didn't get the feeling from her that she was avoiding anything, rather she was being very specific about what she wanted to do and who she wanted to work with. She was just being patient.

At the end of the month, Kara caught me off guard as we left the apartment for our classes. "It's our anniversary, today," she said.

I gave her a puzzled look. "Anniversary? It's the 31st. What are you talking about."

"It's Halloween..." She left it hanging with an expectant pause.

"So? How is that our anniversary?"

"You can be so dumb sometimes. Remember our Halloween shoot back in August?"

"Yeah... Our first time..." I said remembering the odd circumstances that led us to where we were today. Not exactly a true anniversary but a reminder none the less.

"Well, your first time anyway," Kara said. "I didn't really get my first time with you until a week later. My first time KNOWING it was you, anyway."

"Did you want to do something tonight?" I asked.

"I've got something in mind. I'll tell you about it when we both get home this afternoon." She gave me a quick hug and then turned to walk away. My first class was in a different direction, so I stood and watched her walk for a few seconds before setting off.

Was she expecting something romantic? Kara didn't ever seem to have a romantic bone in her body, so it was unlikely. I decided it would just be best to wait and see what she had in store for us later in the day. Just to be safe, I figured it wouldn't hurt to at least have a card for her waiting on standby.

Wondering what she was up to didn't completely distract me from my classes but it did cross my mind regularly. After my last lecture, I took a detour on the way home to a local pharmacy store and picked up a couple of greeting cards just in case I needed them.

Arriving back home in the late afternoon, I was delightfully greeted by a very naked Kara sitting on the sofa. She had her laptop sitting on the coffee table and was browsing through various modeling job postings. Her clothes were folded and neatly stacked next to her computer on the table.

She bolted upright when I came in. "Happy anniversary, John!" She beamed.

"What's all this?" I asked with a huge grin on my face. "Are we celebrating in the nude today?"

"To start with, yes," she said. "Now take your clothes off and come join me."

My book bag was quickly abandoned by the front door as I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my pants. Once everything was off, I moved around to sit beside Kara on the couch.

"No, no, on the floor," Kara instructed. "Lay on your back. Between the couch and the coffee table."

"Okay..." I said suspiciously. I suddenly noticed that the throw pillows from the couch were on the floor in two piles.

"Just do it. Trust me, it's going to be fun. Put your knees over this pile and rest your back on the other."

I did as she asked and stretched out on the floor where she had directed. The pillows under my back caused my body to bend in ways that were a bit uncomfortable but I said nothing for the moment. My cock was almost fully erect knowing that I usually enjoyed whatever she considered to be 'fun.'

When I was in position, Kara slid off of the couch and got over my waist, facing my feet. Putting one knee on each side of me, she positioned herself directly over my cock. She brought one of her hands down and fondled me for a minute while before lowering herself onto me. She was already moist and wet and slid down with little effort.

"Now what?" I asked.

She lifted up a few inches and turned back to look at me. "Can you thrust upwards?"

With the pillows in place, I found I was able to maneuver a good two or three inches in and out of her with each thrust. However, it strained my back and I knew I wouldn't be able to continue for long.

"Good, good," she said looking back at me after feeling me slide into her pussy a few times. "Remember our first time? How you knew it was me but I didn't know it was you? You had your own little secret for while, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but only for a few hours," I reminded her.

"True, but today we are both going to have a secret we can share together. Something that will help us even the score a little."

"What do have in mind?"

"You'll see," she said. She gave my cock a pleasant squeeze with her pussy muscles. "Now you have to be completely quiet and can't say a word. Understand?"

"Sure... I guess," I said quizzically.

Kara reached over to the table, grabbed her t-shirt from her pile of clothes and put it on. My brow creased as I watched her with a curious fascination. What in the hell was she up to? Why was she putting on her shirt?

"Promise me that you will keep fucking me once this starts?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Once what starts?"

"Just promise, okay?"

"Okay, okay," I relented. "I promise I will fuck you. Just keep in mind this is a very awkward position and I don't know how long I will be able to go, though."

"Just do your best." She turned her attention back to the coffee table, half spinning her torso as she did. She began clicking on her computer and I could just make out the top half of the screen from where I lay. My heart began to pound when I realized what she was doing. She was opening Skype but I couldn't see who she was connecting with 

"Remember, fuck me and keep quiet," she said to me with a serious tone.

I heard her click a few more times and then I heard a frightening voice.

"Hey, Honey! What's up?" I heard our Mom say.

"Not much, just wanted to catch up. Do you have a few?"

I was horrified. Kara was having a face to face conversation with our mother while her son had his hard-on incestuously buried in her daughter's cunt. I lay frozen at the thought. Why was Kara doing this?

"Sure, I can always make time for you. How are things going?" Mom asked. Enough of the screen was visible to see Mom was in her private office at work. The family portrait of our family just behind her head was a shocking reminder of how fucked up all of this was.

I suddenly felt a sharp jolt of pain as Kara reached down discreetly and twisted my right nipple. I almost yelled out but somehow kept silent. I knew what she was doing. She was reminding me that I was supposed to be fucking her. I tentatively gave a small thrust upward but from what I could see of Kara's face she showed no outward signs of being violated just below the view of the webcam. I didn't know which thought scared me more, Mom finding out what we were doing or pissing off Kara because I didn't do something she wanted.

As I nervously strained to raise and lower my waist, Kara held her composure and made no facial expressions that would give away our secret. I honestly believed that Kara's pussy was getting even wetter while I struggled to push my cock up into her. Was this really turning her on? Frankly, I was surprised to find that I could even maintain an erection.

I mostly tuned out of the conversation my mom and sister were having which was mainly about school and schoolwork. I was focused intently on trying to fulfill Kara's command that I fuck her, but I tried to do it gently enough as to not tip off to Mom what was going on. Kara remarkably kept her poker face on as I softly rocked my hips, slowly sliding my erection in and out of her pussy. Every time I stopped for a break to rest my back, Kara lowered her right hand and waved her fingers at me, urging me to keep going.

"Oh, can I talk to you about something personal?" I heard Mom say at one point. Even though she had her own enclosed private office, Mom had lowered her voice to just above a whisper.

"Sure," Kara replied.

"Are you doing okay? Everything going alright with what you are doing?" Mom sounded nervous asking the question.

"Yes, Mom," Kara said in an obligatory tone. "Everything's fine."

"I want to make sure your safe. That's all."

"Yes, Mom. I promise everything is going just fine. I'm very careful about all of this you know."

"Good. I'm only trying to look out for you."

"Mom, I assure you everything is alright. I've not had a single problem."

Mom paused for a moment and then said, "I ordered one of your DVDs."

My eyes widened at hearing that. I couldn't picture Mom watching a porn film, much less one with her own daughter in it. 

Kara looked as slacked jawed as I did. "Mom! Really? Don't you think that's a bit strange?"

"I had to see how they were treating you. Make sure you weren't doing any rough stuff or anything."

"Well I hope you saw that everything was cool. It's just sex, Mom. I can handle it." Kara was beginning to sound exasperated. Even though I was still in panic mode, I still thought it was ironic that Kara would be embarrassed talking about sex while secretly having sex at the same time.

"I know, honey. I trust you but I still worry sometimes." Mom paused for a minute and then added. "Plus I have to say I'm just a little bit jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Some of the guys in those scenes are pretty hot. I could only watch part of the scenes you were in, mind you, but there was one in particular... One scene that... Let's just say that if you weren't in it, I could have watched the whole thing over and over quite a few times. That guy had it in all of the right places."

"I know I'm probably going to regret this, but which scene did you watch?" Kara asked.

"Appropriately enough, considering what day it is, it was the one at the Halloween party. That guy playing Frankenstein was something else. I looked him up in the credits and think his name was Howie something."

I froze and stopped my thrusting. Both Kara's and my own eyes went wide at what Mom had just said. She had watch her two children fuck each other and didn't even know it.

"I tried looking that guy up in a different scene, but it wasn't the same," Mom continued. "I guess it was the make-up, lighting, and everything that made him look so good."

Kara dropped her right hand below the edge of the table and wiggled her fingers in an up and down motion. I knew what she meant and started moving again. I made a few more thrusts into her and noticed she had moved her hand to between her legs. I could feel her playing with her clit while I fucked her.

I suddenly noticed Kara had fallen silent and was staring blankly at the screen.

"Are you okay?" Mom asked.

"Um... Yeah... Hang on, mom... I... I think I have to sneeze," Kara said in a hazy voice. I knew her well enough to know she was being distracted by an impending orgasm.

Kara bent her head downward and closed her eyes. Her forehead wrinkled as her pussy began to grip my cock in rhythmic contractions. I watched in awe as she quietly came in front of our mother. I was thankful it wasn't one of her hit-by-a-freight-train orgasms and only a medium sized cum. Other than a slight grimace, Kara looked more like she was concentrating hard on something. Her face nor upper body ever jerked. If I hadn't felt her pussy grip me in that familiar way, I too might not have known she was cumming.

After a few seconds, she raised her head back up with a clear expression. "Sorry, Mom. I guess it went away. What were you saying?"

"It's nothing. I was only rambling."

"It's alright," Kara said. "I do need to get going soon, though. Got a big test tomorrow to study for."

"It was great to hear from you, honey."

"Love you, Mom," Kara said and closed the Skype connection. 

She turned her head to look down at me over her shoulder and exaggerated mouthing the words, "OH MY GOD!"

In a quick motion, she spun completely around. She remained perched on my erection as she twisted and moved her legs to face me straight on.

"That was so fucking hot!" She exclaimed.

I couldn't contain myself. "Are you insane?" I shouted back at her. "You came on my dick while talking to Mom! Seriously?"

She recoiled from my lashing out but rapidly regained herself. "I hadn't plan to cum," she said slyly. "That was just a bonus."

"Kara! Aren't you the one scolded me after what I did to you on the Halloween set? About how risky it had been? What if Mom had caught on to what we were doing? I can't believe you would do something like this?"

She didn't seem phased by my outburst. "I was only pissed back then because you had tricked me. In retrospect, I'm glad you did or I never would have found out what a great cock you have. As far as the aftermath, we dealt with it. Your name was removed from the credits and it even fooled Mom. She thought you were Howie." After a short paused she added, "How cool is it that Mom thinks you are hot too?"

"Damn, sis, that was so seriously fucked up."

"John, it was only game," Kara said like she was trying to explain something blatantly obvious. Only it wasn't obvious. Not to me at that moment.

"Come on, John. Really? It was no big deal. It was just a joke," she said.

"You could have at least warned me," I protested.

"Would you have gone through with it if I had told you?"

"Absolutely not."

"Then I guess we are even, then," Kara said triumphantly. "I wouldn't have fucked you the first time had I known it was you behind the mask. But now I'm glad I did. Now I did something sneaky to you."

"You are seriously twisted," I said still fuming.

"Yeah, maybe, but that's why you love me so much, isn't it?" Kara spoke with confidence and pulled her t-shirt back off, once again exposing her magnificent tits to me. She did have a point. I may have felt angry but my cock was harder than ever and still lodged inside of her. It felt like my hot temper was only adding to my own arousal in some strange way.

"But..." I started to argue.

"Stop," she interrupted me. "I can see your still upset."

"A little bit," I said sarcastically.

"Good. Then use that energy to fuck my brains out."

I instantly was enraged by her callousness. She had just intentionally flirted with disaster in what seemed to be a deliberate attempt to rile me up. If she wanted me to fuck her, than dammit I was going to seriously fuck her and fuck her hard. She needed a lesson in sanity and my hard dick was going to be the instructor.

I caught her off guard as I quickly sat up with my nostrils flaring. Grabbing her ass cheeks to support her, I moved my feet back and lifted us both with sheer adrenaline. She gasped as I swung her around and fell forward onto the sofa on top of her.

"You want to get fucked, bitch?" I seethed at her.

"...yes..." She breathed with trepidation.

My cock, still inside of her, had swollen to a new level of lust. Fueled by an odd mix of anger and sexual excitement, it demanded to be satisfied. For a brief instant, Kara had a genuine look of fear in her eyes as she saw the rage in my own. When I started to pound into her pussy throwing my entire body weight into each thrust, her expression changed to look of deep bliss.

It angered me further to see her enjoying it so I trusted even harder. I had never fucked anyone more viciously. I slammed into her as fiercely as I could. The couch began to thump on the floor as a result of my frantic efforts.

"Fuck, fucks, shffukk, ufucshh!" She slurred her words as she spoke and they soon became unintelligible.

Her string of curses was typical of her upcoming orgasm and I was determined to go with her. I didn't care if she told me to wait or not, this time I would not be denied.

However, nothing was said and we both began to cum at the same time. The rage-filled intensity created an orgasm that was unparalleled for both of us. All of my anger and rage surged through me and centralized in my cock. Each jet of cum that was injected into her depths was a release of my umbrage. I felt Kara's fingernails digging in deep into the back of my shoulders as she came. Her painful grip on me only retracted as we both began to ride down the after shocks.

We were both sweating and out of breath as our bodies began to relax. I fell backwards, away from her, our eyes still locked on each other even though our genitals no longer were.

From out of nowhere, Kara began to giggle. It was feint and slight at first but it began to build. Without even knowing what she was laughing at, it became infectious and soon I too was laughing. My anger had seemed to have completely dissipated with my orgasm. Feeling light headed and confused, I laughed hysterically with each her for over a full minute.

Finally, I managed to ask, "What?"

With still a lingering of the giggles, Kara replied, "Nothing. It was just... awesome. You called me a bitch." Her laughter increased again for a short moment.

"I guess I did," I said with a chuckle. "Sorry."

My apology only made her laugh harder. I briefly felt self-conscious that she was making fun of me and my short lived dominance over her. A few minutes ago, that would have made me even more angry. However, in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm, it felt cathartic. I was relaxed, spent, and surprisingly at peace. I felt 'free' somehow but couldn't put my finger on it exactly. It was as if a subconscious revelation had been made but the rest of brain had yet to be told what it was.