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Note : This story is completely fictional!
I was in fifth grade when I found out about a wonderful
thing called summer camp. I approached my parents with
the idea. At first, my parents told me it wasn't going
to happen, but two weeks later they suddenly changed
course and told me I could go. Three months later, off
I went-seeing my first boobies, but that's a story for another
day. Anyway, when I got home, I received an incredible
surprise.
During the two months I was in camp, my parents
divorced. There was a split custody agreement, and I
stayed with mom, but spent two weekends a month with
dad. It wasn't a bad deal because dad made our weekends
together fun. About a year later, dad hit me another
surprise-he was getting married. He had met a
Vietnamese woman named Karen.
At first, my relationship with Karen was awkward. We
had a hard time finding anything to talk about, but
that changed after she got pregnant. Suddenly, one of
the mysteries of life gave us a lot to talk about and
she actually picked me up a couple of times to have me
help her stock up on things for the baby. After the
baby was born though, I couldn't come over for several
months. After that, my time dwindled to a few hours
here and there. By this time, I was getting involved
with football and girls, so I didn't feel like I was
missing out on anything.
I joined the service at seventeen. Mom finally
remarried. My visits home became precious as both mom
and dad, and their new partners, went out of their way
to make me feel welcome. My half sister, Trish, would
jump all over me when I visited. She knew how to make
me laugh. I would take her out to the mall and the
movies, or I would babysit her while Dad and Karen went
out.
Trish was nine when I left the military. I didn't see
her for a couple of years because I was establishing a
life out of the military. When I was established, Dad
and Karen let Trish come for a weekend. It didn't take
me long to figure out that she had a schoolgirl crush
on me. I played doting brother, which I guessed I
shouldn't have-considering the circumstances, but I
never thought she would make a move on me.
On Saturday night, we were wrestling. I was being
gentle and let her end up on top of me. She was
giggling when she leaned in and laid a very adult,
closed mouth, kiss on me. I immediately should've
stopped her, but I let it happen for several seconds
before I lifted her off of me and said: "I guess we
better stop."
She gave me a curious look, but we didn't speak of the
kiss again. Things were cooler between us that night,
and the next morning when I saw her off on the plane.
We did stay in email contact, but I controlled the tone
of our contact. When her teen years hit, of course, our
contact dwindled. However, in the middle of her senior
year of high school, contact suddenly picked up.
Trish wanted to come out to California for another
visit. She had talked Dad and Karen into giving her a
two week vacation in California, if I would put her up
and be her guardian. A decade had passed since the kiss
incident, so I felt that we would no longer be tempted.
I agreed and let my work know I needed vacation on the
two weeks after her graduation. However, as her visit
date neared, my company was rolling out some new
software. I negotiated with my boss and as it ended up,
I would have to work the day after her arrival, but I
would be free the rest of the time.
On the day of her arrival, I went to the airport to
meet her. I'd had a steady stream of pictures of her,
but was I ever in for a surprise. None of her pictures
had done her justice. Trish had grown into a smoking
hot goddess. Standing just a hair under five feet, and
wearing a red halter top and brown mini skirt with
white knee high boots, I couldn't help but think: "If
that wasn't my sister..." I mean holy shit. With her
petite frame and doll like face she had the eye of just
about every man in the area. Before I was able to hug
her, I actually saw one guy moving in her direction to
hit on her, but he changed directions when I did hug
her.
From the airport I took her to a restaurant. There, I
broke the news that I would have to work the next day,
but I would take her out immediately afterwards. When I
broke the news to her, for a second I saw relief in her
eyes, but she quickly hid it and I pretended I hadn't
seen anything. I wanted to give my sister the benefit
of the doubt, besides, she didn't know the city-what
could she do? The next day, when I got home from work,
I got my answer.
I walked in, finding her sitting at the dining room
table. I made small talk with her, but I noticed her
eyes were carefully following mine. Finally, she said:
"I need to talk to you about something, please sit
down."
I sat at the table, wondering if something new and
weird was going on with my parents. With some
apprehension, I sat at the table and asked: "What's
up?"
"First" she said, "I need you to be a supportive older
brother and remember I'm eighteen now, so I'm an adult,
okay?"
"Okay" I agreed, my head swimming with all kinds of
things, things my parents would hate.
"There's something I've wanted to do for a while", she
continued. "Today while you were at work, I talked to
some people, and tomorrow morning, I'm...." she looked
down.
"You've got me hanging, don't leave me hanging" I said.
"I've wanted to do a porno, so tomorrow, I'm doing a
porno."
"A porno?"
"I've checked these guys out", she said, "so, it's
safe, they're a real company."
"Do you want to become a porn star?" I asked,
incredulous.
"No, nothing like that, I just want to do it, once."
I paused. "I don't know what to say" I told her.
"Just say you'll be my cool older brother, and be my
friend, and please don't tell mom and dad."
"Don't you think they'll find out?"
"Well first, I won't use my real name. Second, I'm
going to wear a wig. Third, I don't have any moles or
tattoos, so, unless dad is a real perv, he shouldn't
find out. Besides, if anyone comes up to me with a
picture or DVD, I'll just deny it's me."
"What about the other part?"
"What other part?" she asked.
"The part where guys from all over are going to see you
naked, and are going to jack off while watching you."
"So, let them. I really want to do this."
"Okay, do you need anything else from me?"
"Will you go with me? I don't know who else will be
there. Protect me in case anything weird happens."
"Are you cool with me seeing you naked?" I asked, my
dick getting hard.
"Do you want me to undress now, so you'll be used to
it?"
"No, I'll wait."
***
The next morning, I drove her to an address in the
valley. There was a film crew setting up outside a
house there. We met the director and the guy she would
be having sex with. There was actually a script,
although it was a small one. It mostly consisted of a
few lines, and several pages of where they wanted to
shoot in the house with camera positions.
Trish had dressed wearing little, which worked for the
first scene. Wearing a beater, daisy dukes, and
sandals, she was supposed to talk to the actor outside
to set up the sex scene. There was a Harley parked in
the driveway and she was supposed to walk up, make some
innuendo, then they would go inside to fuck. When the
camera crew was ready, which seemed like forever, the
director positioned Trish and called "ACTION!!"
Trish walked up to the bike, where the actor was
standing, "Nice bike" she said.
"Thanks" he answered.
Gently stroking the bike while looking at the actor she
purred: "I like something with big pipes that throbs."
"I have a special tool like that inside, wanna see it?"
he asked.
"Oh yeah" she replied while licking her lips.
"CUT!!" the director yelled, adding, "ok, let's get set
up inside."
It took an hour for the camera crew to break down their
equipment and set up inside. During that time we all
hung out. The director told her he really liked her
work outside, then asked if she wanted to do a casting
couch scene with the director. Trish diplomatically
side stepped this one, telling him she was nervous
about doing her first ever scene, that she would see
how it went, and they she feigned butterflies in her
stomach and ran off to the bathroom.
She was only gone seconds when they started in on me,
being curious about my work and life, and how I felt
about seeing my sister fucked by another guy. I
followed Trish's example, being a diplomat. I knew I
was being baited, but I wasn't going to let them get to
me.
When Trish returned, she stood over by the actor and
started being curious about him. For the first time, I
noticed that he stood a foot taller than her. I
wondered how she would handle the size difference. I
began to imagine her naked. Being that she would soon
be completely naked, and would be violated, I didn't
feel guilty, but I did feel a little dirty, after all,
this was my sister, my kid sister.
When the camera crew was ready inside, we went in. It
was hot as hell in the house because of the lights and
camera equipment. The air conditioning was off so that
it wouldn't interfere with the sound. The director
talked to Trish and the actor to set up the scene. They
did a quick run through so that the camera crew had the
right angles, lighting, and focus. When they were
finally ready, the director yelled: "ACTION!"
Trish and the actor walked in the room. Trish sat on
the couch while the actor remained standing.
"So, where's your tool?" she purred.
"It's right here," he answered, stroking the front of
his pants. Soon, he had his zipper down and Trish went
to her knees in front of him. He had a massive dick,
but Trish went to work on it like a pro. The camera
zoomed to catch her face being violated with his
schlong. Trish winked at the camera and continued like
a pro. Several minutes later he gently separated
himself from her, then started undressing her. My dick
got hard as her shirt came off, and I saw her bare
chest for the first time in nearly fifteen years. She
had a nice pair, still firm, with small, light beige
nipples. When her shorts came off, I saw that she had
shaved her snatch.
The actor slobbered all over her bare kitty and the
camera crew actually stopped him a couple of times to
get the right angle. Trish mewed like a cat in heat the
whole time, finally, they set up for the penetration
shot.
She was on her back with her legs spread. The actor
talked to the director about just where her legs should
go. When they had decided, he positioned her, then put
his dick right up against her pussy. He was gentle,
entering her slowly, but Trish made a loud
"OOOOOOOOOH!" sound that could've been sexual, painful,
or both. Once he was inside her, he began pounding her.
Trish panted, grunted, and occasionally said, "yeah, oh
yeah."
The camera crew moved around the couch to get different
views of her body and face as she was fucked. When they
had made a full round of the couch, Trish and the actor
switched positions. When she got on top of him, I saw
her pussy stretch for the first time. I couldn't
believe her teen pussy could stretch so much. She was
like ninety pounds, and he was about two hundred with a
seriously sized dick. Not only did she stretch around
it, but she took his whole length too.
She started bouncing on top of him. She placed her
hands on his chest to steady herself as she worked his
dick. The camera crew zoomed in several times where
their bodies met. Finally, they switched over to doggie
position. He banged her with a vengeance from behind,
then when he came, he pulled out and started shooting
on her back and ass. Trish swiveled and took his dick
in her mouth, milking the last of his cum while he
grunted. The camera zoomed in on her face and the
director yelled "CUT!!"
A towel was thrown at Trish. She wiped the cum off of
her, then started to get dressed. The camera crew
started breaking down the equipment and the director
looked at the footage that was shot. Trish was paid by
a member of the crew and we got ready to leave. The
director propositioned her again. Trish diplomatically
side stepped him again, telling him she needed a few
days. When we got in the car she said: "That guy really
wants to fuck me."
We both laughed nervously, then I asked her how she was
doing.
"I'm a little sore, but I'll be alright," she answered.
I wanted to ask her a hundred questions, but this was
my sister, so I changed subjects. "Wanna see the port?"
I asked.
There was silence in the car for a couple of minutes,
then a song I liked came on the radio. I cranked the
radio and we sang along. After the song had broken the
ice, we talked about her prior visit, and my visits
home, and eventually to where she was going to college.
We had dinner on the Queen Mary, then ended up on deck
after dinner. A cool ocean breeze was coming in. I
hugged her from behind. She leaned into the hug. I had
been thinking all day about what I had seen that
morning. I needed to talk to her about it.
"Trish, can we talk?" I asked.
She mewed, and squirmed a little more into me. My
stomach was tightening up, and so was my groin.
"Trish," I said, turning her to face me.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"I've been thinking about what I saw this morning. It's
not easy to say this. You're really hot, and I don't
mean that like a brother. I mean you're really hot, and
I'm a man, and I know you're my sister, but..." I
stopped, not sure what to say next.
"Do you disapprove? Do you hate me?" She asked, with
panic in her eyes.
"No, no, quite the opposite. I've been having feelings
for you. I don't know how to ask this..."
She cut me off with a kiss. When she broke the kiss a
moment later she said: "It's alright, you can ask."
"I want to spend the night with you, in bed."
Her eyes danced a moment. "Wow" she said, "Umm, okay."
She hugged me and a moment of silence passed. "Steve,
do you have a certain fantasy?" she asked.
"A fantasy?"
"Umm, yeah. We are brother and sister, but if we role-
play this, it won't seem so much like we're just a
couple of demented... you know what I mean?"
"Okay, let me think a minute."
***
The next day at six in the evening, I walked into the
strip joint. A naked woman in her mid twenties gyrated
on the stage. I was hardly seated when a large black
woman came up and asked me if I wanted company. I
passed, telling her that I was waiting on someone. She
went away, looking slightly insulted. I looked around
the club.
There were a dozen guys scattered around. Several
dancers were seated with several of the guys. A
waitress came over and took my order. By the time she
arrived, another dancer was onstage. I saw Trish appear
from behind the stage and disappear into the DJ booth.
Minutes later, she went backstage again.
When the dancer onstage finished the DJ let the stage
be empty for a minute. I saw the stage lights lower as
the stage filled with artificial smoke. The DJ called
out: "On the main stage, a little lady making a special
appearance here today, it's Mischa."
Turbo Lover by Judas Priest started blaring from the
speakers. Trish appeared in the smoke, raised to stage
level by a lift in the stage. Trish then put on one
hell of a show, moving in time to the music. She was
wearing a white teddy, the top portion of which came
off during the song. Several guys flocked to the stage.
She went to each one, shaking her money makers, and
quickly shoving their dollars mid-stage.
As the song ended, and a much slower one came on, she
slipped her panties off. As she started slithering
around the edge of the stage, half of the guys went up
to tip her. I went up also. To make it appear I was
just another customer, I took twenty singles and "made
it rain" above her when it was my turn.
When she finished onstage, she didn't even bother to
dress. She came over naked and asked: "Want some
company?"
"Sure," I answered.
She plopped down in my lap. "So, what's your name?" she
asked.
"I'm Steve."
She shook my hand. "I'm Mischa, come here often?"
"Every week. I come here to pickup chicks."
"Oh, really?" she laughed, "did it ever work?"
"No, I'm a pathetic loser."
"Awww," she said as she kissed my chin, "I think you're
cute. Do you want a private dance?"
"Actually, I got a great room at the Marriott. Do you
give performances out of the club?"
"I charge by the hour."
"Okay, when can you be ready?"
"I'll need a bit to wash up and dress. How about if I
meet you there?"
I gave her a card from the hotel. She got up and went
to the dressing room. I got up and left the club.
Forty minutes later, she knocked on the hotel room
door. I opened the door and saw her in a black cocktail
dress. "Did someone order some takeout?" she asked.
"I sure did. Would you like to come in?"
She walked in and looked out the window. I was on the
twelfth floor. There was a nice view.
"This is really nice," she said before she turned and
placed her hands on my shoulders. She caressed my
chest, then started taking my shirt off. In minutes she
had me undressed. She pushed me back onto the bed, then
slipped her dress off. She wasn't wearing anything
under it. She draped her dress over a chair, then
climbed on the bed.
She climbed up on top of me. We began kissing gently. I
rolled her over and began making love to her, kissing
her nose, ears, and neck. Eventually, I moved down,
licking and sucking each nipple. After I had suckled on
her a bit I moved down her stomach to her pussy. As I
put my mouth on her pussy for the first time she hissed
as she arched her back and placed her feet on my
shoulders.
She began moaning softly as I worked her lips and clit
with my tongue. Her moaning grew louder and she gripped
my hair with her hand each time I ran my tongue over
her clit. Her breathing grew quicker and I could tell
she was building to orgasm. I worked her clit some
more. She made stifled mini screams, then suddenly cut
loose as her orgasm hit.
I backed off, then moved to mount her. She smiled as I
positioned myself. She moaned contentedly as I entered
her. She wrapped her arms around me and we began
kissing intently as I began pumping her. Her legs
encircled my waist and our lovemaking became gentle and
intense at the same time. It didn't take me long to cum
inside her, which caused her to gasp.
We laid still for a couple of minutes, but I stayed
hard and in her. I began pumping her again. She worked
my shoulders with her fingers. We continued kissing.
She began breathing harder, then her second orgasm hit.
I stopped for a minute to let her orgasm subside, then
I began again. Minutes later, my second orgasm hit. I
pulled out and lay beside her. She draped a leg over me
and began caressing my face and head with a finger. In
a voice just above a whisper she said: "I've dreamed
about this since I was eleven."
"Really?" I asked.
"Um-hum," she confirmed.
"Was it as good as you hoped?"
"Better" she answered with a kiss. "You were great."
We made love deep into the night, and everyday for the
remainder of her vacation. We got together two weekends
a month, then decided that it would be easier if she
transferred to a school closer to me. Of course, we had
to tell our parents. Predictably, they were blindsided.
Surprisingly, Karen became our advocate after she
pointed out that we had been doing the deed for nearly
a year without Trish getting pregnant. She gave her
blessing, then the others begrudgingly fell in line.
Marriage is out of the question, but what is more
important is to have a loving, dedicated, caring
partner.
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