Maryanne did e-mail Mark, telling him about finding me masturbating to the video she sent him. Shit! I was so screwed. He was going to kill me when he got home. Then I read the rest of her e-mail and she went on to tell Mark that maybe I could help her get the close up videos he wanted. What the fuck? She wrote that I’d already seen her masturbating, so what was the difference? And that I was so much better with the camera and editing than she would ever be.
I couldn’t believe my sister was proposing that I help her make porn flicks to send to her husband. My cock was hard just thinking about it. My hand was shaking with anxiety, as I opened his reply. Maryanne hadn’t even seen his e-mail yet.
“Great idea, Hon! I know it’s been hard for you to try to get good close up shots, and your brother is a harmless geek, right? Give the kid a thrill… just remind him to bring extra underwear to change into afterwards. Lol
Love, Mark”
A harmless geek? I should’ve been pissed, but who cares what he thinks of me. He just gave his permission for me to shoot close up video of my naked sister! Jesus Christ! I couldn’t believe the turn of events. Yesterday I thought I was totally fucked! Now, I was getting the offer of a lifetime. I removed the flash drive and stored it in my backpack, then took out my homework. My cock was still hard when Maryanne came home about an hour later.
“Hi,” she said quietly, as she set her purse down and walked into the kitchen. My eyes went right to her tits and I probably imagined that I could see her nipples through her blouse, but it didn’t stop me from looking.
“Hi,” I answered, desperately trying to hide my excitement. I wondered how she was going to approach this with me.
“I’m going to change and check my e-mail, and then we can talk,” she said, in a quiet, no nonsense voice. I listened carefully for any hint of the anger that dominated our discussion yesterday and didn’t detect any.
“Okay,” I replied. “I’m just finishing up my homework,” I told her, trying to match her subdued mood. This time when she went down the hallway, I didn’t follow her. I knew I was going to see her naked body sometime after she read her e-mail. My cock was throbbing, but I closed my eyes and tried to be patient. Maryanne came back, about fifteen minutes later, in a pair of light blue shorts and a white tank top.
“How many times did you watch the video of me masturbating?” she asked without preamble, as she sat down across from me. Fuck! Three times initially, then again when she caught me, and once more last night before I went to bed.
“Twice,” I lied, hoping she didn’t press me for details. But she surprised me by smiling.
“Then you’re one up on me,” she said. “I only saw you cum once, all over the floor,” she added sarcastically. “You owe me one.” What was she talking about?
“That’s your punishment,” she said matter-of-factly. “You watched me twice, so I get to watch you once more.” She laughed at my jaw dropping expression, as I just stared at her. Was she serious? She wanted to watch me masturbate?
“Come on,” she urged, reaching for my hand and pulling me to my feet. This wasn’t in the e-mail from Mark; I’m sure I would have noticed something that said “have your harmless geek of a brother masturbate for you.” Maryanne led me down the hallway to her bedroom, hesitating as we passed the office door.
“Do you think you’ll need the video?” she asked, smiling. “You know, for stimulation…” I just shook my head, not trusting myself to talk. What was going on? This couldn’t be real!
“Do you want to stand up, sit down, or lie on the bed?” she asked, as we entered her bedroom. “You were standing up when you came yesterday, but it looked like you’d been sitting at the computer.” I just stood there staring at her.
“Do you understand the question, Ron?” Maryanne asked. “Take off your clothes and masturbate for me.” She was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at me expectantly. “It’s only fair, right?” she asked.
“Right!” I answered, as I unsnapped my jeans. This was so fucking weird. “You really want me to masturbate, right here in front of you?” I asked.
“Didn’t watching me masturbate turn you on?” she asked, and I just nodded. “Why do you think that watching you masturbate wouldn’t do the same for me?” Her logic was sound, but the circumstances were weird.
“Take your shirt off, too,” she said. “I was completely naked when you watched me.”
“You were on video, not standing here in front of me,” I pointed out, wondering why this would matter, even as I said it.
“Do you want me to film you masturbating?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“No!” I protested, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it on her dresser. My sister was staring at the bulge in my pants as I kicked off my shoes and lowered my jeans. When I was down to just my jockey shorts, she was fidgeting like crazy, clearly anxious for me to remove them. My sister really wanted to see my cock! Suddenly, I was way more confident.
“You’re sure about this?” I teased, as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear. She nodded vigorously, her eyes never leaving my crotch. I pulled the elastic out, over the head of my cock and let it spring free.
“Mmmm,” my sister moaned, licking her lips. “Very nice, Ronnie,” she murmured as my shorts fell to the floor and I pushed them aside with my foot. “You’ve grown up.” As far as I know, the last time my sister saw my cock, I was about five years old, so yeah, I guess I would have grown up somewhat.
“Now jack off for me,” she insisted as she swung her body around on the bed and lay on her stomach, facing me. With her chin on her hands, she watched anxiously.
“What were you thinking about, when you were watching the video yesterday?” she asked, as I started stroking my hand up and down my rigid shaft.
“I was thinking about how sexy you looked,” I answered. In truth, I was thinking about how it would feel to fuck my sister.
“What else?” she urged, leaving one hand under her chin, as she moved the other hand under her body. Fuck! Was she rubbing her pussy? I jacked my cock harder, as I watched my sister’s ass raise up a little off the bed.
“I was… um… thinking about… you know… how your… um… pussy would feel.” There, I said it, and she was smiling! Fuck me! My sister was glad that I was fantasizing about fucking her pussy!
“Really? Even though I’m your sister?” she teased.
“Yes!” I panted, my hand pumping like crazy on my hard cock. I couldn’t believe that I was jacking off with my sister watching me fewer than two feet away.
“What are you thinking about now?” she asked, her ass faintly moving up and down with her hand.
“I’m thinking about what you’re doing with your hand,” I answered honestly.
“Would you like to see?” she whispered. I just nodded and continued jacking off. “Would it help you cum?” she inquired, sitting up and pulling her tank top over her head. Fuck! My sister was going to get naked… right in front of me… not just in a video, but the real thing!