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A Visit From Vanessa Hudgens Ch. 01 free porn video
It was late Friday night and I was enjoying a quiet evening in my apartment when I heard a knock on the door. As I opened the door, I was amazed to find none other than Vanessa Hudgens stood before me, wearing a large pair of sunglasses.
Vanessa Hudgens was my sister, and some would say I was the luckiest brother in the world. The unfortunate truth was that my sister and I didn’t get on very well, and six years ago I’d moved to London to get away and pursue a career as an accountant. I was never particularly interested in her showbiz lifestyle, and I felt blessed it was her cursed with all the public attention and not myself. But gradually, she let it go to her head until she became an unbearable diva. I hadn’t seen her in over a year, save for in the numerous gossip rags, so this visit took me by surprise.
‘Vanessa?’ I asked, surprised.
‘Andrew,’ She mumbled, looking down at the ground as she removed her sunglasses.
‘To what do I owe this honour, my lady?’ I said, sarcastically. Despite our lack of recent contact, I couldn’t resist mocking her. I was only two years older than her and she was 24 now, but I had always considered her my little sister and treated her that way.
‘Don’t be a prick,’ she said, irritated. ‘Are you going to invite me in or what?’
‘Or what,’ I smiled.
‘You’re unbelievable.’ She barged her way past me into the apartment. My American accent had all but disappeared now, so her accent suddenly seemed out of place.
‘Take a seat,’ I said after she made herself comfortable on my sofa. ‘But seriously, why are you here? Did your latest boyfriend throw you out?’ She was wearing a dark grey hoodie and a pair of shorts, and her hair was messy, suggesting to me that she’d been attempting to avoid paparazzi.
‘Well, yeah,’ she mumbled, staring blankly at the TV.
Since moving to England I’d become a fairly successful senior accountant, earning a comfortable six-figure sum which had enabled me to afford a large apartment in central London. I turned the television off and sat down on a sofa opposite her.
‘And a squabble with your boyfriend warrants a 3,000-mile trip to England?’ I asked, somewhat suspicious of her real motives. ‘Don’t bullshit me.’
‘Look, I’m having some trouble back home, what with my boyfriend being a prick and the media following my every move.’
Despite falling out with Vanessa, I still maintained contact with our parents, more often than she did, it turned out. I also kept in touch with Stella, our youngest sister, and it was her I regretted moving away from the most.
‘And let me guess, you want to stay here, where the paparazzi would never think of looking?’ I said, with a hint of bitterness in my voice. After six years I’d finally managed to escape the media constantly asking me about my celebrity sister, and I wasn’t too happy about the attention I expected she’d bring with her.
She didn’t reply, and instead merely looked at me with a gentle smile. She’d always been manipulative, and could easily choose which emotion she thought would get the best results for her, so I wasn’t persuaded by her apparent sadness.
‘I shouldn’t have even bothered,’ She quipped after a few moments of silence.
‘I didn’t force you here.’
‘Look, I don’t have anywhere to stay, I slept in my car last night because I was too scared to come and ask you.’
‘You’re a multi-millionaire, ‘Nessa, are you really telling me you couldn’t afford a fucking hotel room?’
‘Alright, I wasn’t scared, I just spent half the night trying to find where you lived,’ she confessed. ‘London’s a confusing place and I knew the paps would find me if I stayed in a hotel.’
‘You never were good at telling the truth,’ Furious, I got up and walked to the kitchen. I pulled two whisky glasses from the cupboard and tipped a few cubes of ice into each one. Pulling a bottle of scotch from the cupboard, I half-filled the glasses and returned to the living area, placing a glass on the coffee table in front of Vanessa.
‘Thanks,’ she half-smiled, taking a sip.
‘So how long do you plan on staying here, anyway?’ I asked, somewhat calmer now. ‘Two days? A week? A month?’
‘I don’t know,’ she replied quietly. ‘Until it all dies down, I guess.’
I was still suspicious of her real intentions, few of her answers thus far were adding up.
‘So let me get this right,’ I said, taking a sip of my whisky. ‘You’ve fallen out with your boyfriend and the paparazzi won’t leave you alone. So you fly 3,000 miles to stay indefinitely with the brother you haven’t spoken to in over a year without any luggage?’
‘My stuff’s in the car, and you’re my only option,’ she said desperately. ‘Mom and Dad aren’t interested and I have nobody else. If you really want I can find a hotel to stay in.’ She moved to stand up, obviously aware I wasn’t willing to let her leave.
‘Sit down,’ I said. Despite our disagreements, I could tell she was anxious about the media situation, and I didn’t have it in me to force my sister to stay in a hotel in this state. ‘You can stay here as long as you like, but as long as you’re under my roof, you obey my rules, okay?’
‘What are your rules?’ She questioned.
‘I’m in charge,’ I said. ‘Don’t get in my way when I’m doing work, don’t interfere with my stuff, and don’t pee on the carpet.’ I let out a slight smile.
‘You’re a dick, you know that?’ She smiled. I figured that if I was going to let her stay in my apartment, I ought to at least try to get along with her.
‘Come on, let’s get your stuff.’ I said, gesturing to her to stand up and follow me. ‘Where did you park?’
‘Just outside, near the bus stop.’ She replied.
I was incredibly surprised to find she only had three bags with her, she normally travelled with much more luggage, like a true celebrity. I helped her carry her bags from her rental car up to the apartment, where she once again collapsed onto the sofa.
‘Is there any reason you’re dressed like a tramp?’ I asked jokingly. Despite her messy hair and her unflattering oversized hoodie, she still looked good. She was my sister, but that didn’t make me blind, I knew she was a beautiful girl, in fact, dare I say it, hot.
‘Don’t be mean, Andrew,’ she said. ‘I’m trying not to be recognised. But if I look so trampy, could you point me to your shower?’
‘Sure, the bathroom’s just through there,’ I pointed towards the frosted glass door. ‘Go on, I’ll get you some towels.’
She went into the bathroom as I walked into my bedroom to retrieve a couple of clean towels, wondering just what I’d done to deserve this punishment. I knocked on the glass door to ensure she was decent when I walked in.
‘Come in,’ I heard her say. I pushed open the door to find my little sister stood before me in her birthday suit.
‘Jesus, ‘Nessa!’ I said, shocked at her openness.
‘What, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.’ She laughed, and I realised she was hinting at the naked photos of her that had leaked a few years ago. I found myself involuntarily eyeing up her slender legs and her sleek body, all the way up to her petite breasts and I reprimanded myself for it.
‘Anyway, here are your towels,’ I said, passing them to her. ‘I’ll take your stuff into your room.’
I closed the door behind me as I heard her turn on the shower. Despite how wrong it felt, I couldn’t get the image of her beautiful body out of my mind. I suppose there’s nothing wrong with admiring an attractive figure, even if it is your own sister’s, I thought to myself.
I carried her bags into the guest room and returned to the sofa, flicking through the endless television channels in an attempt to find something worth watching. About ten minutes later she stepped out of the bathroom, her long brown hair wet down her back and a towel wrapped from her underarms down.
‘Andrew, do you have a blow dryer?’
‘Yeah, I pu
t it in your room for you.’
When she was finished drying her hair she returned, now dressed in a tank top and shorts. She sat next to me on the sofa and surprised me by giving me a hug.
‘Thanks, Andrew, it means a lot,’ she said with a smile. ‘I don’t know what I’d do without you.’
‘I know what I’d do without you,’ I joked, and she punched me on the arm. ‘Let’s just try and get along now, yeah?’
‘Yeah,’ she smiled. ‘Please can we watch a film?’
‘Jesus Christ, it’s like having a kid.’ I laughed.
‘Pleeease?’ She said, almost begging.
‘Alright, go choose one.’ She jumped up from the sofa and walked towards the cabinet below the TV housing probably hundreds of DVDs, most of which I’d never even seen. I had a habit of buying DVDs and then forgetting to watch them.
‘Oh my god,’ she proclaimed, a few minutes later.
‘What, have you found my porn?’ I laughed.
‘As if you have Spring Breakers.’ She grinned knowingly at me. For me, the only thing more embarrassing than my sister finding my porn was my sister finding a film that she’d starred in.
‘In fairness, I’ve never actually watched it,’ I defended myself, and it almost felt as though I was blushing. ‘And I only bought it because Selena Gomez is in it.’
‘You prick!’ she laughed. ‘Let’s watch it then,’ She opened the box and placed the DVD into the player. I was somewhat worried about watching my little sister on TV wearing very little and doing some questionable things, but I ignored these concerns as she pressed play.
I turned the lights off remotely as she shuffled up the sofa beside me, making herself comfortable. She snuggled up to me and I put my arm around her, something we hadn’t done for a very long time, not since we were young.
I soon realised that, surprisingly, I was enjoying the film. Vanessa was undeniably hot in it, as were her co-stars Selena Gomez, Rachel Korine and Ashley Benson. It felt incredibly strange to admit that my little sister was hot, but I’d have only been lying to myself to deny it.
‘Someone’s enjoying this film,’ Vanessa smiled, nodding down at my jeans where I was surprised to notice I had an erection.
‘Selena Gomez is pretty hot, isn’t she?’ I remarked, trying to hide my embarrassment.
‘You lying asshole,’ she laughed. ‘That erection’s over me, isn’t it?’
Her forwardness shocked me, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. She was right, it was over her, but could I really tell her that?
‘Come on Andrew, admit it,’ she smiled. ‘You’re not the first and you won’t be the last guy to get hard over me.’ I was amazed by how different she was now compared to the sad, vulnerable little girl who’d arrived at my doorstep a little over an hour ago.
”Nessa, I’m your brother,’ I laughed, trying hard to brush the whole thing off.
‘You’re a guy with a cock and a brain, you’re no different,’ she gently slapped my chest before leaning up to kiss me on the cheek. She snuggled back into my chest and we continued watching the film, suddenly much more aware of my cock’s behaviour.
About half an hour later, Vanessa’s hand slipped from my stomach down to my crotch, where she made sure to get a good feel of my cock.
”Nessa!’ I said, taken aback at her boldness.
‘He’s persistent, isn’t he.’ She said, and I couldn’t disagree with her.
‘Still, you can’t do that,’ I smiled. I was surprised at myself for not chastising her for her behaviour, I’d only had a couple of glasses of whisky.
‘Oh come on, live a little,’ she giggled. ‘It’s not hurting anybody. And plus, my hand’s comfortable there’
She was right, it wasn’t harming anybody so I let her carry on, fully aware that with her hand resting (and occasionally moving) on my penis, my erection was going nowhere. It was now that I realised the real scale of the situation, my little sister, the sister who for six years I’d carried so much hate for, was now cuddling up to me and, to my amazement, turning me on. It was all incredibly wrong, but there was something very hot about it at the same time.
When the film finished, Vanessa stood up to turn it off and put the DVD back. I looked at the clock to find that it was 11:30, later than I’d thought. Desperate to get rid of my lingering erection I went to the bathroom to give it some time to settle, but the thought of tonight’s events made it difficult.
I finally left the bathroom and went into the kitchen to pour myself another glass of whisky, trying to take in everything that had happened in the past few hours.
‘You want another drink, ‘Nessa?’ I asked.
‘Sure, thanks.’ She replied.
I poured us both a glass and took them back into the living room, setting them down on the table in front of us.
‘So, tell me about this argument you had with your boyfriend, David, is it?’ I said. ‘It must have been really bad for you to fly to England.’
‘I cheated on him,’ she shrugged. ‘He read it in a gossip magazine, and when I admitted it he threw me out.’
‘I hope it was worth it.’ I smiled and took a sip from my glass.
‘It was, actually,’ she laughed. ‘David hadn’t touched me in months, it’s hardly surprising I went elsewhere.’ She took a sip from her drink and we sat in silence for a few minutes as the TV showed a news report about a high-profile court case.
‘This is a nice place,’ she said. ‘I hadn’t realised you were doing so well for yourself.’
‘Well, I’m not as well off as you, but some of us actually work for a living,’ I joked. ‘We don’t all get paid millions of pounds for singing Disney songs.’
‘Fuck you,’ she folded her arms and pretended to sulk, something she used to do as a kid. I knew she hated being reminded of her Disney days, and so I loved to use it against her. ‘I’ve been trying to act sexier for years now to get away from that image.’
‘How’s it working out for you?’
‘Well, if it can get my brother hard, it must be working.’
‘I’m never going to live that down, am I?’ I smiled, embarrassed.
‘No need to be embarrassed,’ she chuckled. ‘I can hardly blame you. Hell, I’d be more worried if you weren’t turned on.’
‘You always were full of yourself,’ I kidded. I checked my watch to find it had just passed midnight. ‘What time do you crazy showbiz people go to bed?’
‘Whenever we finish our last line of crack and pass out.’ She joked.
‘I’m sorry to say accountants aren’t that exciting,’ I smiled. ‘I’m going to bed now.’
‘Aw, lame.’ She punched me on the arm again. ‘But I suppose I could do with an early night too.’
I brushed my teeth in the bathroom and returned to sit on my bed, disrobing until I was wearing just my boxer shorts. I stood up and walked over to close the door when Vanessa appeared, half naked, in the threshold.
‘Woah, Andrew,’ she said, sounding impressed. ‘Where did that body come from?’
Since moving to London I’d began to visit the gym more and so my once scrawny frame had become more muscular.
‘I could say the same thing to you.’ I replied. She was naked, save a pair of frilly purple knickers and a matching bra, and I couldn’t help but eye up her body.
‘Keep on like that and you’ll end up hard again.’ She giggled, aware of my ogling.
‘Sorry.’ I replied, blushing.
‘Don’t be, I quite like it,’ she smiled. ‘Anyway, I just wanted to say goodnight.’ She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, not on the cheek as I’d expected but on the lips for slightly longer than the average peck would last. She pulled away and wrapped her arms around my body, her head only coming to just below my chin.
Her skin was soft as I wrapped my arms around her and I finally realised that actually, my little sister wasn’t so awful after all.
‘You know, I’ve kinda missed you,’ she said. ‘In a funny kind of way. I missed your sarcasm and your insults.’
‘I suppose I missed you a little bit too,’ I replied, realising that
it was true. ‘You’re not such a bitch, after all.’
‘Coming from you, that’s a compliment,’ she grinned. ‘I love you.’
‘I love you too, ‘Nessa. Goodnight.’
‘Night.’
She left and I climbed into bed, frustrated after my hour-long erection and wondering if I’d be able to sleep after such an eventful evening.
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