I watched the video again and then checked the clock. Maryanne would be home soon. Shutting down the computer, I went and sat at the kitchen table and started doing my homework like nothing unusual had happened.
“Hey Geek!” Maryanne greeted me, walking in the front door and dropping her purse on an end table.
“Hi Sis!” I replied, getting up and giving her a hug. When you’ve seen someone nude, actually pictures of her nude, you start looking at her differently. My sister was wearing a beige blouse tucked into a dark brown skirt and when I looked at her tits, it was like I had x-ray vision. All I could see were her half-dollar size areolas and her thick rose-colored nipples. Of course, nothing had changed for her; she wrapped her arms around me and pressed those gorgeous tits right up against my chest, without thinking anything of it. I restrained myself from squeezing her ass cheeks, as she brushed a kiss across my cheek.
“How was your day?” I asked, stepping away and sitting down so she didn’t see my hard-on.
“Great!” she sighed. “The kids are challenging, but it could be worse. How about yours?” Great! I jacked off twice to the nude pictures of you on your computer.
“Same old, same old,” I answered, as I returned to my homework. “I have a couple of math problems left and then we can shoot some video,” I told her. “Would you like to do it in the park?” When we were younger, Maryanne used to take me to the park all the time. We’d push each other on the swings, climb the monkey bars and get ice cream from the sidewalk vendor.
“Great idea!” Maryanne beamed, as she pulled her blouse out of her skirt and started unbuttoning it. “It’ll be just like old times.” As she undid the last button I saw the inside curves of her tits as they disappeared into her beige colored bra.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I said, except I don’t ever remember having had a hard-on for my sister at the park. Of course, I’ve never jacked off to nude pictures of her before either.
“Just let me change,” she said, turning towards the hallway, as she pulled her blouse off her shoulders. I watched her start unzipping her skirt just before she turned into her bedroom. Fuck!
I know it’s wrong, and I felt like a twelve-year-old as I snuck down the hallway, trying to catch a glimpse of my naked sister.
“What do you think we should shoot?” Maryanne shouted from the bedroom, obviously assuming I was still in the kitchen. I ran back as quietly as I could, before I answered her.
“We can shoot anything you want,” I answered. How about video of you giving me a blowjob? I crept silently down the hallway again and took a quick peek into Maryanne’s bedroom. She was in front of her dresser across the room with her back to me. I took another look, knowing there was a mirror over the dresser and hoping she wasn’t looking in it. As luck would have it, she wasn’t.
My eyes took in her form bending over in front of her dresser in just her bra and a beige thong! Fuck! I could see her bare ass cheeks and the thin strip of material wedged between them. Her ass looked even better than in the videos. I glanced over her head, into the mirror, and saw a mouthful of tit hanging down into the cups of her bra. My cock was bulging the front of my jeans as I scooted back into the kitchen and packed up my homework. I definitely needed those pictures from her computer!
“Let’s go to the park and mess around like we used to,” Maryanne said, coming out of her bedroom wearing tight white shorts and a light blue tank top. Her bra straps were visible next to her tank top straps.
“Sure,” I said, turning away from her so she couldn’t see the bulge in my jeans. “Where’s your video camera?” I asked.
She grabbed her camera bag and we headed off to the park. It really was like old times and if I didn’t keep thinking about her naked, perhaps my cock would’ve returned to normal. Or maybe hard was the new normal.
I shot Maryanne on the swings, zooming in as she swung away, and zooming out as she swung close, laughing when she tried to kick me. I resisted focusing on her tits or her ass while I was recording, but I used the zoom feature to check out her ass cheeks when the camera was on pause. Her tight white shorts, stretched across her ass, looked sexy, but all I could see in my mind was the beige thong under it. X-ray vision, again.
“My turn,” Maryanne said, taking the camera as I ran for the monkey bars. Swinging across the bars and exerting a little energy calmed down my libido and I was less self-conscious about what might show up on the video. We stopped for an ice cream bar before heading back to her house to learn how to edit video.
“That was fun!” Maryanne said, wrapping her arm around my waist as we walked to the car, eating our ice cream.
“It was,” I agreed. “We should do this more often.” Maybe next time we can shoot some video in your bedroom while you’re changing your clothes.
“Definitely!” Maryanne said, squeezing me tighter. I was glad my sister couldn’t read my mind.
Maryanne made dinner while I booted up her computer for the second time that day. Loading the video from the park, I looked for editing software and realized that what she had wouldn’t compress the video sufficiently to allow her to e-mail it. As we ate dinner, I offered to take whatever video she wanted edited back to my computer and condense it for her. I’m such a good brother.
“No, that’s okay,” she said quickly. “What software do I need?”