29 comments/ 148836 views/ 134 favorites Undercover Sister By: HeyAll Part 1 of 3: The Undercover Plot I sat in my tiny office where I worked as a salesman for a home security company. My sister texted me and told me she was going to stop by in a few minutes. It was rare that she would ever give short notice for any type of visit. It was even more rare that she would even bother to visit me where I work. She had never been to my office before. When she arrived, it didn't take long for her to find my office, and she came inside and closed the door. She looked ready to talk business. We greeted each other and she sat down, and I sat behind my desk. Stephanie was dressed in a nice suit, since she was scheduled to appear on tv in a few hours. She worked for the local news station as an investigative reporter, which was her dream ever since she was young. Her ultimate goal was to work for a major news network. "Nice place," she said, looking around my messy office. "You think so?" "I do. It's cozy here" "I'm sure it's not up to your level of class & sophistication," I replied. "So what brings you here today? Need some security devices for your new house?" "Not exactly. How about a favor instead?" "Sure." Stephanie paused for a moment. "I need a really big favor." "I can't help if I don't know what you want. Just tell me already." "I might be on the verge of a major scoop. I'm talking about something that would change my career, and it would change the political landscape of this entire state." My interest was suddenly peaked. What I thought would be an informal visit from my sister was suddenly becoming something that was getting me excited. "Oh yeah? What kind of scoop?" I asked. "First, you have to promise not to mention this to anyone. This stays strictly within these walls, between the two of us." "Of course. I promise." Stephanie leaned forward. "I may have damning information about Mayor O'Mally." My interest had reached a new level. O'Mally was the mayor of our great city. He's also a powerful political figure within the state. Most political pundits and commentators believe that O'Mally would likely become our governor within a few years, or maybe even our senator. It was well known that he had national ambitions. "What kind of information?" I asked, also leaning forward. "Apparently Mayor O'Mally is a participant in cult-like gatherings." I leaned back in my chair, and my sister did the same. Suddenly my interest began to fade. "You're telling me that the mayor is involved in a cult?" I asked skeptically. "I didn't say that," Stephanie replied. "I said that he participates in 'cult-like' gatherings. There's a difference." "It sounds the same to me." She shook her head. "Just listen for a minute. I've been receiving information from an anonymous source regarding O'Mally. The mayor attends these masked gatherings of powerful people which involves sex with escorts and other unethical acts. The mayor also uses these gatherings to secretly discuss his shady political and business dealings where he enriches himself, and his allies. It's corruption at its finest." "Oh, well good for him," I joked. Stephanie shot back a stern look. "He's the mayor. These acts are blatantly illegal. They're unethical. He needs to be exposed for the fraud that he is, plain and simple." "Fair enough. But how can you even confirm that these stories are true? The tips are anonymous right? Is that worth ruining the guy's reputation over? Are there any pictures at least?" Stephanie reached in her purse and took out her phone. She showed me a grainy picture of what looked like the mayor. A second picture showed the man putting on a gold mask. The images were blurry, and I couldn't confirm it was the mayor. "Are you sure that's him?" I asked. "Those pictures aren't the best quality." "They're the best I have, in terms of pictures. The anonymous source also gave me a bunch of other evidence about the mayor which I was able to verify." "So what do you plan on doing now? Are you going to do a story with those pictures you have? The news station is never going to allow it. That evidence is flimsy at best." "I know," she acknowledged. "That's why I'm going to get more evidence so I can expose that corrupt bastard." My eyes widened. "Are you out of your mind? He's the mayor. He's one of the most powerful politicians in the state. Going after the mayor like this is going to ruin your career." "Not unless I can produce concrete evidence linking him to illegal activities and corruption. In order to do this story, I need incriminating evidence of the mayor on tape. That's the only way people are going to believe it." My sister's visit suddenly made sense. She wanted something from me, and the place where I worked. "I'm assuming that you want me to provide you with surveillance equipment," I said. She nodded. "Exactly." "Can't you get that kind of stuff at your news station?" "Have you ever been to my news station? Take a look at the parking lot. There are O'Mally bumper stickers on almost every car. Nobody is going to help me. Besides, this is a major story which needs discretion. If anything leaks, O'Mally would beef up his security and I'll have no chance of getting the information I need." "So, how do you plan on doing this?" I asked. "Assuming I give you the recording equipment." "The next masked event is in two weeks. My source already gave me the password to enter the party. I plan on attending so that I can secretly record him." I rubbed my hands through my hair. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was almost certain that my smart older sister had gone completely insane. "Are you crazy Stephanie? Listen to yourself. You want to crash a secret cult-like party so you can get incriminating evidence against a powerful politician? Are you out of your mind?" "Someone has to do this," she asserted. "You don't have a problem with a powerful politician conducting illegal backroom deals in which public land is going to be used to benefit wealthy individuals? Or what about tax payer funds being used to increase property value for O'Mally's allies? You're okay with a person like that being our next governor?" My sister could be forceful at times, but I had never encountered anything like that before. She argued like a seasoned attorney, and I was impressed for a moment. "Stephanie, think about this," I said in a more reserved tone. "Security will probably be ridiculously high at the event. Plus you're not exactly a secret agent. You're going to get caught." "That won't happen. Security is extremely tight at the front gate, but once you give them the password, wearing a gold mask, they won't bother you for the rest of the night. They don't search you beyond that. The whole point of the gatherings is that powerful people can do whatever they want anonymously." "Sounds doable I guess. But you might have legal troubles recording O'Mally having private conversations." "I've already consulted with a lawyer who knows the state's privacy laws. Besides, I might not admit that I was the one who recorded it. I might just say it was sent to me anonymously." I gave my sister a look which said, 'are you kidding me?' But I don't think she cared what I thought. She just wanted my help, not my opinion. "Fine," I said, hoping that this conversation would finally be over. "I'll let you have whatever you need, but only this once. I still hope that you change your mind. This is a terrible idea." "There's more," she replied "I need you to join me. I can't go alone." I was taken aback for a moment. "You want me to join you? You're crazy if you think I'll ever step foot in a cult-like party, or whatever the hell they call it." "I'll stick out like a sore thumb if I walk around by myself for the evening. It would look really suspicious. I need to blend in by having someone with me. Plus I need your help with the recording devices." I knew it was pointless trying to change my sister's mind. She's the most persistent human being I've ever met in my life. Once she made a firm decision, that was it, her mind was set. All I could do at that point was to try and reason with her. "Stephanie, I understand what..." "Don't try to talk me out of this," she said sharply, cutting me off. "Mayor O'Mally is an extremely corrupt person, and he needs to be brought down. I'm sure you'll agree with me when I show you all the evidence I have so far." I shrugged. "Do you really need me to go?" "I want you to come with me. I'll make it up to you. I promise." "Fine," I reluctantly agreed. "I'll do it." "Thank you," Stephanie said in a heartfelt manner. "This means so much to me. Being able to break a story like this will do wonders for my career. I'll never forget this. Thank you." She stood up, and we hugged after exchanging a few more words. Before she left my office, she gave me a big kiss on the cheek, followed by a loving expression in her eyes. It was her small attempt at gratitude before heading to work. Part 2 of 3: The Plan in Motion The next day. I was still frustrated with myself for not being able to convince my sister that her investigative plan was a horrible idea. Even worse, I allowed her to drag me into it. I tried to talk her out if it when she visited my office again, but I didn't have a chance because she was in a hurry. She simply handed me a package and left before I could talk some sense into her. Knowing Stephanie, she probably left quickly on purpose so that I couldn't give a rebuttal. Some things never change. When I had extra time at work, I opened the package and poured the pile of documents & pictures onto my desk. My sister had left written notes on each document to explain everything. She had also drawn a chart which detailed how all of the documents were connected to each other After spending nearly an hour reviewing everything, I finally saw the big picture. Mayor O'Mally was definitely a corrupt figure if all the documents were authentic. There were bank receipts from different political figures which matched the payments made by prominent business men. There were newspaper articles which reported current land development deals, and there were secret documents which showed what was really going on behind the scenes. The local political system was corrupt and it was designed to enrich a small group of connected people. At the bottom of the pile, there was a hand written note from my sister: If you're reading this letter, that means you took the time to go through all the documents. Thanks for reading it. I've spent the past few months trying to verify everything, and it's legit. I hope my notes and diagram were helpful in understanding this. I know it's complicated. I completely understand if you don't want any part of this. I realized that I was putting a lot of pressure on you. Don't worry, I can try to find someone else. If you're interested, send me an email. If not, then don't bother to reply. Stephanie Your loving older sister My sister was good at this sort of thing. Really good. Her letter was designed to make me feel bad. The guilt trip she was attempting to put me through was already starting to work. If I refused, I would be the horrible younger brother who didn't want to protect his older sister. I was boxed in. All roads led to saying yes. The evidence against the mayor was also very damning. He was corrupt, and there was no doubt about it. I opened my email and sent a simple message to my sister: I'll do it. You owe me. Once the message was sent, I took a massive breath and put my head down on the table. Things were going to get crazy. My sister's persistence could potentially get me in a world of trouble. Was it worth it? I wasn't sure. *** Days later. I went to my sister's house early on a Saturday morning with a box of recording & surveillance equipment. After a few knocks on her door, she answered wearing a large tshirt and sweat pants. She wasn't wearing any make-up, and her hair was a slight mess. It was weird seeing her so casual. I had become accustomed to seeing her look professional at all times. I thought she looked really pretty with a casual look. "Thanks for coming," she smiled. "And thanks for bringing all this stuff." "Don't mention it," I replied. "I brought the smaller devices, just like you asked." I took off my shoes and put the box inside of her living room, while she closed the front door. My eyes wandered her living room, which looked like a mini-police department. There was a board with pictures and documents posted on it. There were papers spread across her carpet. She was taking the investigation seriously. Her living room looked like an office of a detective. "Want some coffee or breakfast?" she asked. "I've got plenty of food." "I'm fine. I didn't realize that you were putting so much work into this." We stood side by side while I continued looking around. "It's part of investigative journalism. It's hard work. Exposing government corruption has always been my main drive." "I thought being on tv was your main drive," I joked. She smiled, "That too." "But seriously, it looks like you've got everything worked out. Those documents you gave me were really something. And now your house looks like a police station with all this stuff around." "If you're going after powerful figures, then you better know your shit," my sister said bluntly. "O'Mally has some of the best lawyers in the state, so I have to make sure my reporting is air tight. There's no room for errors." "Finally, something we agree on." "I've already given small hints to my boss about this story." "Really? What did he say?" "He said that if the evidence is strong, and my information is credible, then I'll be featured on the evening news for several nights. It'll be a multi part investigative piece at the top of the hour. It's going to be big." "That sounds impressive," I replied. "Are you ready for all the attention and scrutiny you're going to receive after? This news is going to go statewide, maybe even national." "It's definitely going to be a national news story once it gets reported." "Are you ready for that?" She thought for a moment. "Maybe. I'm not sure to be honest." "Then maybe you should reconsider this. Steph, a story like this is life changing." "I have to do this," she replied. "Someone needs to break this story. Why not me?" "Speaking of which, do you have a plan? A specific plan I mean. Something like this isn't going to be easy. A guy like O'Mally has a pretty strong entourage at all times." "Take a look over there." Stephanie pointed to the board. There were a few maps. There were also a few layouts of a building. My sister had done her research on everything. "I'm assuming that's where the gathering is going to happen," I said. "Exactly. My source has told me which room O'Mally is going to conduct his meeting. I also know the exact time of the meeting. All we have to do is plant a recording device in that room before O'Mally gets there. Then I'll have all the evidence I need." "That doesn't sound dangerous at all." "Don't be sarcastic," she replied in her sisterly voice. "My source has been to these gatherings over a dozen times. We're not going to get caught. I promise." "And if we do get caught?" I asked. "What happens then?" "They'll probably just throw us out. What else are they going to do?" "I can think of a lot of things." Stephanie gave me her older sister look. "O'Mally is a lot of terrible things, but he's not a murderer, if that's what you're afraid of. Besides, crashing a party isn't illegal." "Let's just hope we don't get caught red handed with any equipment." "That's something I wanted to talk to you about," she replied with a more reserved tone. It was the kind of tone that almost made me nervous. Knowing Stephanie, she had more unexpected surprises up her sleeve. "What's the problem?" "There are strict guidelines to attend the gathering. Basically we won't be able to bring any of the larger devices because electronic items aren't allowed. They have to be left by the entrance." "Then how are you supposed to record their secret conversations? By memorizing it?" She gave me a mean look. "No. We're going to sneak in a small recording device. The smallest one you have." "But won't they have metal detectors?" I asked. "They won't. After you give them the password, they pat you down. That's it. No cell phones, electronics items, or recording devices are allowed." "Well, then that eliminates most of the stuff I brought." Stephanie reached inside of the box of equipment I brought and pulled out a small wire. "This is a recording wire isn't it?" she asked, holding it up. "It's the kind that the police use right?" "It is. It's probably the only thing we can sneak in." "Does it work well?" "It does," I replied. "The audio quality for that thing is great. It's the latest technology when it comes to secretly recording people." "Have you ever put it on a person before? You know, the way that the police put wires on people." "No. I've never done anything like that before." Without a hint of warning, Stephanie pulled off her tshirt and revealed her upper body to me. She was wearing a white bra, and it was the first time that I had ever seen so much of her skin. It caught me completely off guard. "We'll have to find a way to hide it here," she said, pointing to her bra. "Jeez, Steph, a little warning next time?" "What's the matter? You've never seen a pair of tits before?" she asked playfully. "Not yours. It's inappropriate." "Grow up," she smiled, while handing me the wire. "And figure out a way to hide this wire inside my bra." I took the wire and awkwardly came close to her body. She looked straight ahead, and avoided eye contact with me. It was the first time I had ever seen her partially bare body so up close before. Her skin looked incredibly soft and smooth. I wondered how much lotion she used everyday. Her body was toned since she was a fitness fanatic. The only way of concealing the wire inside of her bra, in an accessible way, was by wrapping the wire in front of her bra. I gently pulled the front of my sister's bra in order to wrap the wire around. I tried not to be intrusive about it, since it was my sister, but there was no other way. I wasn't an expert on hiding wires in a woman's bra. It was a learning experience for me. When I pulled her bra further to wrap the wire around, I caught a slight glimpse of her pink nipple for the very first time in my life. It was arousing to see, even though she was my older sister. I needed to pull further, and I saw a little more of her pink nipple. I finished wrapping the wire quickly, and then I let go of the bra and took a big step back. "There," I said. "It's done. Security probably won't find it unless they do a strict pat down, or if they use a metal detector." "Get a good look?" "Huh?" "Never mind," she said with a faint smile. "This should do. Is the wire hard to activate?" "No. It's simple. Just twist the microphone and it should record. I'll teach you the technical details later." Stephanie walked over to a full length mirror next to her front door. She examined herself in her bra, with the wire hidden in her chest. Her sweat pants were tight and I got a nice look at her rear end. She looked really sexy as she modeled herself in the mirror. I almost felt embarrassed for admiring her beauty. "Looks good," she said, turning towards me. "I can barely notice it. This should get us past security without a problem." "And what about recording O'Mally? Are you sure you'll be able to get evidence against him without getting caught in the process?" Undercover Sister "Don't worry about that. I've got the whole thing figured out." "Good." "One more thing," she added. "What?" She smiled, "You can stop looking at my boobs now." After making the playful comment, she grabbed her tshirt and put it back on. I felt embarrassed, but she was obviously teasing me. She always loved being the pushy older sister. *** I was nervous the rest of the week. All I could think about was the plan, and how risky it was. By far, it was the craziest thing I had ever been involved with. But to my sister, it was simply part of the job. She had always been a risk taker. Even as an investigative reporter, she had never been afraid of doing her job and putting herself in risky situations. All she cared about was justice and reporting the truth to the public. During that same week, I couldn't get Stephanie's scantily clad body out of my head. I couldn't stop thinking about how I saw her pink nipple. I've always thought that my sister was a beautiful person, but I had never thought about her in a sexual way before, or at least I tried not to. I finally understood the affect she had on men all her life. She had always been able to persuade men by using her intelligence and sexuality. Then I realized that I had already become a victim of Stephanie's irresistible charm- that's how she convinced me to join her crazy plan in the first place. *** One week later. There was a knock on my door early in the morning, just as I was preparing to go to work. When I looked through the peephole, I saw my sister. It was rare that she would ever make an unannounced visit. When I opened the door to let her in, she carried a small box inside my house. She was dressed in casual loose clothing since she didn't have to appear on tv until the evening. "What's that?" I asked, closing the door. Stephanie made her way to my small living room and put the box down. She opened it and held up two gold masks. "These are our masks for the gathering this Saturday," she said, still holding the masks. "We wear the masks at all times. It's part of the rules, and of course, to protect our secret identities." "I've always wanted to be a secret agent." I looked inside the box and saw a black outfit. "Is that what we're going to wear?" I asked. A sudden look of nervousness came over her face. She was never very good at hiding her emotions. Stephanie put the masks down on the table and looked directly at me. "I have good news and bad news. What do you want to hear first?" That sentence felt like a shot in the gut. Our mission hadn't even started yet, and there was already bad news. By the look on her face, I could tell the bad news was really bad. I shook my head. "Just give me the good news first." "Well, the good news is that my source has given me all of the security details. I have the secret password and everything. I also know O'Mally's schedule for the night, which means that I'll know when to plant the device. You'll be wearing this outfit to blend in with the other men." "Okay. Great. So what's the bad news?" She took a deep breath. "The female guests are required to be naked at all times. Including me." My head immediately swirled with emotions. I had so many thoughts, that I didn't know what to think. Was I supposed to be excited to see a wide array of beautiful naked women, including my own sister? Or was I supposed to feel repulsed like a normal person would, because my sister would be naked in front of me. I tried to act natural, like I understood her frustrations. "What are you going to do?" I asked, unsure of what else to say. She gave me a determined look. "What do you think I'm going to do? Everything is in place for us to take O'Mally down. I'm not giving up when we're so close." "Steph, think about this for a minute. You're going to be naked in front of all those people. And in front of me. I know you better than anyone else. Trust me, you're not going to be able to do it. You're going to get nervous at the last minute and freak out. We should quit while we still can." "That's exactly why we need practice," she said with determination. "Practice?" Stephanie gave me a sharp expression. "Look, I'm doing this no matter what. Do you want to help me, or not?" Once again I found myself boxed in. If I refused, I would be the horrible younger brother. Even worse, if she had gotten caught, then I would feel extremely guilty because I didn't help her, or protect her. "I'm in," I reluctantly agreed. A faint smile grew on her face. "Now we have to make this look natural. We have to look comfortable around each other. Most important of all, I have to be comfortable being naked, otherwise I'm going to look suspicious." "Please don't tell me you're going to get..." "Naked?" she asked, finishing my sentence. "Have you ever seen a naked woman before?" "Of course I have." "Then what's the problem?" "You're my sister," I replied. "That's the problem." "That didn't stop you from staring at my nipple last week when you hid the wire inside my bra." Damn, she was good. I didn't have a rebuttal for that. She had caught me looking. "What exactly do you want to do?" I asked. "We need a dress rehearsal to practice. I want us to look natural. You wear that outfit and your mask. And I'll get naked with only my mask on. It'll help get rid of the nervous energy. The more relaxed we become, the more we'll blend in at the gathering." "Do I have a choice in all this?" "No. You don't. I'm in charge of this investigation. If you're on board, then you take orders from me. Got it?" "Yes ma'am," I sarcastically replied. Stephanie reached inside of the box and handed me the black outfit, along with a gold mask. "Go to your bedroom and put this on," she said. "When you come out, I'll be...you know...ready. I'll be naked with my mask on. So don't be entirely surprised by what you see." "I'll try not to." There was a nervousness on my sister's face. She tried to be brave, but I could tell how daunting this was for her. I turned around and went to my bedroom to change my clothes. I heard my sister begin to undress, which made me feel awkward. The whole situation was awkward. I quickly changed my clothes and wore the black outfit. Then I put on the mask. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was creeped out wearing the cult-like attire. Before I went back to the living room, I remembered that Stephanie was going to be naked. In a way I felt bad for her, knowing how extremely uncomfortable it was for her. But at the same time, a part of me was both curious & excited to see her naked body for the very first time. When I neared the hallway, I called out to her, as a courtesy. "I'm coming out now," I warned. "I'm ready," she replied. After a deep breath, I walked towards the living room and saw my sister completely naked from the neck down. Aside from the gold mask covering her face, there was nothing on her body. From her bare feet, to her bare thighs, to her cleanly shaven crotch, to her midsection, up to her breasts- she was completely naked. What struck me the most was that Stephanie had a body which could rival most professional models. Her figure was long and lean. Every curve was perfect. Her breasts were small and upturned, with stiff pink nipples. I couldn't tell if her nipples were always that erect, or if it was stiff because of it's exposure. I had always known she had a stunning body. Anyone could tell by simply glancing at her. I had always tried to avoid looking at her beauty figure because she was my sister. Now I had no choice but to admire her. She briefly held her hands up. "What do you think?" "You look...you look...beautiful." I couldn't tell how she reacted because of the mask which covered her face, and I found myself wondering what she was thinking. "Come here," she said. "Stand next to me and let's face the mirror." I got closer to her, and we stood mask to mask. I got to see her naked body just inches away. Then we both turned to look at the mirror near my door. It was a creepy sight. Both of us were wearing gold masks. I was in a black outfit, and my sister was completely naked. "This is the most bizarre thing I've ever done in my life," I said. "I feel the same way. I've been a part of a lot of investigations, but I've never done anything like this before." "When this is over, our relationship will never be the same again." She turned to look at me, with her mask covered face. "Why is that?" "Because I've seen you completely naked," I joked. I heard her laugh, and she playfully slapped my chest. Part 3 of 3: The Plan in Action Saturday. It was the night of the gathering. My sister and I were in the back of a small limo we rented. I was wearing my black outfit. My sister was completely naked sitting next to me. We were both wearing our gold masks. Every so often I would glance at my sister's nude body through the corner of my eye, with my face still forward. With the gold mask on, I don't think she noticed, at least I hope she didn't. When we arrived at our destination, which was in a secluded area surrounded by the forest, Stephanie tipped the limo driver a hundred bucks for his discretion. Frankly, I don't think he needed it. Seeing my sister's stunning naked body was worth his services for the night. The driver had clear instructions to pick us up at 11 pm, when our plan was expected to be finished. My sister and I walked towards a large mansion, which was owned by a wealthy businessman with close ties to O'Mally. There were several other people making their way to the mansion as well. The other guests were all wearing gold masks to conceal their identities. The men wore the same black outfit that I was wearing, and all of the other women were naked like my sister. Some of the other women had stellar bodies, and they were probably models or escorts. Other women were much older, in their 40s or 50s, and were probably the rich wives of some of the guests. When we reached the main entrance, we were stopped by two large guards, also wearing gold masks. They handed us a piece of paper and a pen, and asked for the password. My sister took the pen & paper and wrote down the password: Armadillo The guards looked at the paper and accepted the password. They told us that no electronics or recording devices were allowed, and that our phones had to be left with them at the main gate. I handed the guards a cell phone, which my sister had provided me earlier. It was new and un-activated, but my sister felt that bringing a cell phone would make us less suspicious, since other guests would have phones as well. The guards put the phone in a small bag and placed it in their storage. They gave me a number so I could pick it up later. Then they gave me a quick pat down. "The event is out back," the guard said. "Walk through the front door of the residency, then keep walking straight until you reach the backyard area. Enjoy yourselves." We thanked the guards and proceeded. The mansion was large and extravagant. I was getting nervous. We continued walking until we reached the backyard area of the large compound. It was even bigger than I expected. I was getting even more nervous. The gathering was surreal to see. Naked women were everywhere. People were openly having sex in the outdoors. Everyone had their masks on. There was a large tree and pond at the center of the gathering. The gathering was lit by moonlight and by small fires from burning wood. Stephanie was right, the entire event had a cult-like vibe to it. The whole thing was creepy. "What now?" I asked my sister. "Now, we just act natural. Let's walk around, casually. We don't have an opportunity yet." We slowly, and casually, walked around the gathering while people were openly having sex or making conversations with each other. The whole thing was just bizarre, but the mission had to be done. *** An hour later. Time flew by fast. The opportunity my sister was waiting for finally arrived. We casually walked to a small building on the property, which was used for guest bedrooms and meetings. Other people were there, either using the bathroom or having sex in the bedrooms. When it was clear, I handed Stephanie a small recording device I hid inside my outfit, and she slipped inside the conference room and planted the device. Our fingerprints were wiped clean, and the device was untraceable. We weren't planning to come back for it. The recordings would be sent directly to a secure encrypted location, which Stephanie and I would have access to. Watching Stephanie plant the device was a nerve wrecking experience for me. I was terrified of getting caught, but my sister was brave the whole time. She showed no sign of nervousness, and I didn't hear any anxiety in her voice. I guess it was something she was used to, since she had investigated dangerous criminals before. She was born to be an investigative reporter. After she planted the device, she walked towards me in her gold mask, and completely naked. I never got tired of looking at Stephanie's naked body. She was gorgeous. There was no denying that. "It's done," she said to me. "Let's get the fuck out of here." "Great idea. That limo driver better show up on time, or else I'll be stuck naked on the street." "Trust me, with a body like yours, he'll be here on time." I could almost feel my sister smile through her gold mask. We made our way through the spacious backyard of the massive property. We headed towards the mansion, and we had to walk through the sexual gathering once again. The other guests were still doing the same things. Many people were making conversation, others were openly engaged in sexual activity. Everyone still had their gold masks on to conceal their identities. All of the women were completely naked, and some of the men were too. Suddenly, a loud bell rang several times while my sister and I were at the center of the gathering. I was terrified that we had been busted. But we weren't. A man in a large gold mask, wearing a red robe, stood on a small stage. He was holding a gold cup. Everyone stopped what they were doing and paid attention to the red robed man. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen," the man said loudly to the crowd of people. "I'm so glad that all of you are here tonight." Stephanie leaned to my ear and whispered, "That's him." She never said a name, but I could tell by the tone in her voice that the man on stage was O'Mally. "Tonight we celebrate the beauty of life," O'Mally said loudly to the crowd. "Life is short, and it is precious. It can also be cruel and painful. But here, within this area, we can appreciate all that life has to offer. I'm very pleased to see that many of you are already in the process of indulging yourselves in the flesh of other human beings. Exploring another person's body is one of the great joys in life. So, I would like to propose a toast- to love and happiness." People cheered and O'Mally took a drink of whatever was in his cup. Other people in the crowd who had drinks also raised their glasses to the toast. O'Mally continued, "Dinner will be served shortly. It will be a great feast, I promise you. But before that, I think it's time for the women here to have their appetizers, and to take their rightful place on their knees, servicing the man they're with." "Fucking sexist pig," Stephanie whispered in my ear. O'Mally continued, "I would like every women here to find a man to pleasure. This is mandatory. Most of all, I want everyone to enjoy themselves. Have a good time." The crowd erupted in cheers, and all of the women in the area assumed the same sexual position- on their knees in front of other men. "Oh shit," Stephanie gasped. "What do we do?" I asked her. "Start walking towards the mansion before anyone notices us leaving." When we turned around to walk towards the mansion, we saw guards by the door. They weren't there before. It looked as though they were preventing people from leaving, but I wasn't sure. One of the guards appeared to face our direction, as if to intimidate us, but I wasn't sure of that either. "Oh god," Stephanie gasped. "Looks like we're stuck." We looked around and saw that every woman at the gathering had their masks lifted up, and they were brazenly performing oral sex on the men they were with. Even O'Mally was receiving oral sex while he was on the small stage. "I'm really sorry," Stephanie said. "We can't get caught. I have to do this." A tingling feeling went up my spine. I wasn't sure if she meant what she said. The sound in her voice told me that she knew what she was doing, and that she had already made up her mind. "You don't have to," I replied. "There has to be another way." "Look around. There isn't another way." Stephanie dropped down to her knees. My heart rate suddenly skyrocketed. When my sister began to undo my black pants, my heart pounded faster. She freed my flaccid penis. I was afraid of having performance issues, and being unable to get erect because of how nervous I was, but those thoughts quickly left the moment Stephanie touched me. Her soft fingers immediately got me aroused. I became hard in a matter of moments. She stroked my cock up & down with her hand. "Sorry," I whispered. "Don't be sorry," she whispered back, while still stroking me. "You're supposed to be erect like this. I'm the one who should be sorry." "For what?" Instead of replying, Stephanie lifted the bottom of her gold mask and leaned forward to take my cock inside of her mouth. It felt sensational. It had been a few months since I had been intimate with a woman, so it was a warm welcome to feel a mouth on my cock. Stephanie began to perform oral sex on me with a skill I never thought was possible. The way she used her hands and mouth was as skilled as any professional porn star. Her hand was gently and swiftly caressing my shaft, while her other hand was playing with my balls. Her lips formed a perfect O shape while wrapped around my cock, and she sucked with a powerful suction. Her head bobbed back & forth in a moderately paced motion, which almost matched the motion of her hand. I looked down at her lips wrapped around me. The gold mask covered the rest of her face. It was a surreal sight. I never would have imagined that my own sister would be sucking my cock. Even worse, I never would have imagined that I would be enjoying it so much. My sister continued sucking me with expert precision. I couldn't tell if that's how she always sucked cock, or if she was trying to make me cum as fast as possible. Whatever she was doing, it worked. I was becoming close to having a powerful orgasm. Deep down, I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to enjoy my sister's mouth as long as possible. She felt amazing. "Let's give a hand to the ladies," O'Mally said on stage, with his penis exposed. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their attention towards the stage, including my sister while she was still on her knees. The men applauded the sexual efforts of all the women by clapping their hands, including me, since everyone else was doing it. "I've always been a big supporter of gender equality," O'Mally continued. "Gentleman, I think it's time we return the favor. Work up an appetite before the feast begins shortly. I want everyone to have a nice orgasm before we eat." The men and women briefly cheered as they switched places. The men were getting on their knees, while the women laid on their backs and spread their legs. Some of the men lifted their masks and began to perform oral sex on the women. Other men climbed on top and began having sex. Undercover Sister "Now what do we do?" I asked quietly, and awkwardly. "We'll do what we've already been doing- blending in with everyone else." When Stephanie pulled her mask back down, I could have sworn that I saw a faint smile on her face. It was almost like she was going to enjoy herself. When she laid on the grass and spread her legs, my suspicions were confirmed. I had a clear view of Stephanie's pink pussy, and it was glistening with her fluids. Her back was on the grass and her legs were fully parted. "Do you really want me to do this?" I whispered. "We'll be caught if you don't." "What do you want me to do?" "What everyone else is doing." My sister didn't sound very upset at the idea of me doing sexual acts on her. In fact, she didn't sound upset at all. Her shiny pink pussy showed her arousal, and so did her hard pink nipples. Stephanie was clearly aroused, which probably shouldn't have been much of a surprise given how well she sucked my cock. Both of us were aroused, and we were completely justified by the circumstances. It was a sexual situation we were in, and if we didn't perform, we would have been in trouble with a lot of bad people. I lifted the bottom of my mask and I bent down towards my sister's open pussy. I gave her inner thigh a kiss, which caused her body to react. Her skin was soft. I licked her crotch. Then I gave her labia a nice long lick, which made her softly moan. I sucked her labia in my mouth, which made her squirm. Then I put my tongue inside of her wet pussy and tasted her, which made her moan. Stephanie's hands rubbed the top of my head while my tongue was inside of her pussy. It was her signal that I was doing something right, or at least something that she was thoroughly enjoying. I continued working my tongue inside of my sister's pussy. It was extremely uncomfortable for any sibling, but at the same time, it was beyond erotic. It was the ultimate taboo. My tongue was giving my older sister an intense sexual pleasure. I used two of my fingers to penetrate her pussy while my tongue was circling her clitoris, and she cried out loud. The sounds of women moaning & groaning were all around us. There was a full blown orgy in our presence. But the only thing that mattered to me was my beautiful sister's cries. I felt her body shiver. I felt it in the muscles of her thighs. I felt her pussy contract. Her breathing became harder. She screamed. She came. I tasted the fluids which gushed from deep inside of her pussy. Suddenly, she went limp. "Stephanie?" I whispered. "That...was...incredible," she replied, with her head resting on the grass. "It's time to go." "You didn't cum yet," she replied, which caught me off guard. "It's okay. I want you to finish before we go. If we leave now and the guards see an erection in your pants, they might get suspicious." She had a good point. My cock was throbbing. My black outfit was fairly tight, and the erection I had would have surely been bulging through my pants if we tried to get past the guards. Besides, it would have been rude to leave early while the host of the gathering was still entertaining his guests. "Can I do it inside of you?" I asked stupidly. "No. I'm not on the pill." Stephanie rolled over onto her stomach. She spread her legs once again. I immediately knew what she was signaling me for. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. "I'm sure. Spit inside of it first for lubrication. Go slowly." My hands spread my sister's ass cheeks apart and I saw her little brown anus. It looked small, and I almost felt bad for giving her anal sex. I wondered how a hard cock could fit inside of her hole. But she wouldn't have offered if she thought she couldn't handle it. There was only one way to find out. I bent down and spit in her anus. Then I pushed two fingers inside of her little hole, penetrating her rectally, and I entered her. She held her body still while I probed her anus to lubricate it, and to loosen it up. My fingers moved inside of her in a back & forth motion. After a few moments, I felt she was ready. Stephanie reached back and spread her ass cheeks further apart for me. I saw her anus with an even clearer view. I spit in it once again for extra lube. Then I positioned my cock towards it, and pressed the head of my erection against her delicate ring. I gave a slow push and she gasped. My cock entered her tiny little hole. I could feel her stretching. She was tight. I continued to push and I entered her ass, stretching her rectal walls. Her little hole had a tight grip on me. The impromptu lubrication made things easier and it helped me slide my cock inside of her ass. Both of her hands squeezed the grass and dirt. At that moment, I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or not. My sexual lust for her took control of me and I pushed until I went as far as I could go, which made her gasp and clench her hands tighter. "Slower," she whispered. I slowly pulled back, and I slowly entered her again, forming a sexual motion. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "It feels good. Keep doing it." It was supposed to be a sexual encounter so that we could blend in at the gathering. But my inappropriate feelings for my older sister were taking over. My hands caressed her long hair & the soft skin of her shoulders, while I continued to penetrate her anally. I could tell she liked the movement of my hands on her body because of how she reacted to it. She loved every touch. She held out one of her hands for me to hold, and I held it. I held her hand tightly as I began to thrust harder into her anus. It didn't seem to be hurting her anymore. Her body adjusted to it. She asked me to fuck her harder, and to make her cum again. That was all the permission I needed to release my sexual frustrations on her body. I continued to work my way in & out of her ass with my raging hard cock. Our hands held tightly, and I rubbed her shoulder with my other free hand. "I'm going to cum again," she groaned. With my free hand, I roamed down her body and rubbed her clitoris, just the way she liked it. She moaned even louder as her pussy and asshole were both being generously pleasured by me. I began to pound her asshole as hard as I possible could, making her cry out loud. When I rubbed her clitoris in a fast circular motion, she cried out loud and I felt a rush of fluids gushing out from her pussy. I came shortly after, deep inside of her rectum. It was a surreal moment for the both of us. We had both achieved powerful orgasms, and we did it with each other. My own sister. Guilt sunk in, but I didn't care that much. It felt amazing. It was easily the best sexual experience of my life My body rested on top of hers, and she continued holding my hand. "I'm sorry," I said in her ear. "Don't be sorry," she moaned. "I haven't been laid in forever. I can tell you haven't either. Now let's get the hell out of here." We got up from the grass, just as the other guests at the gathering were also finishing their sexual activities. There was moaning & groaning everywhere as people achieved their orgasms. When everybody finished their round of sexual orgasms for the moment, O'Mally thanked everybody, and a large feast of food was brought for everyone to eat. With everyone distracted, my sister and I made our exit through the mansion, and through the front gate. The limo was there on time, waiting for us. Epilogue: Eight weeks later. It was late at night and I was watching the 11 pm replay of the local evening news. My sister's report was the lead story. She was presenting a multi part series on the corruption of Mayor O'Mally, his associates, and other politicians. Each nightly report featured new pieces of evidence and new audio recordings which were highly incriminating. The news was so big that the story quickly made national headlines. My sister was a fast rising star in the news community. The bathroom door opened and my sister came out wearing a robe and she was drying her hair with a towel. She looked fresh from a hot shower. "I can't believe how big this has gotten," I said to her, with my eyes turning back to the news report. "It's about to get even bigger. I'm being contacted by major news organizations for interviews about this story. My career is going places." "You deserve it. You really do." Stephanie took several steps towards me while her news report was still playing in the background. Her robe was loosely tied, and she tossed the small towel she had been using to dry her hair onto the couch. Her hair hung down, slightly wet, and it looked sexy. "Well?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. "Well what?" "Aren't you going to open my robe?" she asked. "I've had a long day and I need a good orgasm." "Of course. I didn't want to be rude and do it without permission first." I did what she asked, and I opened her robe to reveal her freshly washed naked body. It was a sight I never got tired of seeing. I leaned forward and sucked both of her hard pink nipples. Then I planted several kisses on her stomach and the top of her thighs. I kissed her cleanly shaven crotch. When Stephanie put one leg on the couch to open her pink pussy, I began to lick her womanhood, which made her instantly moan. "There's more," she moaned, with her hands pressing my head to her pussy. "Hmmm?" I replied with a muffle, since my mouth was busy. "There's more work to be done. More corrupt politicians need to be exposed. I have the locations for more secret gatherings around the country." She released the hold on my head, and I looked up at her. "Sex gatherings again?" "Yes." "Is this a job offer?" I asked. She smiled, "You can call it that. I think we make a great team together. Most of all, we can easily blend in at any sexual gathering together. Now in the mean time, I desperately need an orgasm. I'll return the favor afterwards." My mouth returned to its duty. I obliged my sister's request. I ate her pussy the best that I could, and I used my fingers the way that she liked. Her moans were loud and clear. I was doing something right. Within moments, she had an orgasm. When she recovered, she returned the favor. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.