Charles now had an unobstructed view of his sister’s pussy from behind as she watched the slide show, her long pussy lips literally dripping with her juices as they gaped apart, her unusually large clit glistening with her starred rosebud over it all. The view plus the slide show had its effect and Charles felt his cock at full size, straining up against the towel wrapped around his waist.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” Sheri asked, looking back over her shoulder, the picture on the monitor showing the girl on her knees, her face on the floor, the cock sticking out of her ass.
“I can’t tell you,” Charles replied.
“Well, he’s got a great cock,” Sheri sighed as she turned back to the slide show, spreading her feet even further which opened her pussy even more, the glistening pink interior now visible. “Is there more?” she asked when the slide show ended, turning to look at her brother as she leaned back against the desk, her old-man t-shirt pulled up just enough to expose her pussy.
“Just the video from which I got the photos,” Charles replied.
“Can I see them?” Sheri asked, seemingly unaware that her naked pussy was right in front of her brother’s face.
“No,” Charles replied, shaking his head. “I have to protect everyone’s identity. Even letting you see this was risky from that standpoint.”
“You know that I’d never say anything to anyone. Please,” Sheri pleaded. “At least think about it?”
“I’ll think about it,” I agreed.
“God, I’ll never be able to sleep now,” Sheri said with a sigh.
“Tell me about it,” Charles said sotto voce as she left the room, parting his towel and wrapping his fist around his rock-hard, 8″ cock.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“You look like the cat who ate the canary,” Sheri said to her brother a couple of days later. “And I haven’t seen you around much, either.”
“I got some work,” Charles replied.
“What kind of work?” Sheri asked.
“Video,” Charles replied.
“Really! That’s great!” Sheri said, pleased for him. “What kind of video?”
“Personal, private,” Charles replied, grinning at her. “My first paid gig, too.”
“My god!” Sheri gasped. “Personal? Private? How much?”
“$1, 000,” Charles replied, his eyes shining. “Some important guy.”
“And?” Sheri asked.
“And some other people,” Charles replied.
“People!” Sheri gasped.
“Nobody really introduced themselves,” Charles said. “They told me what they wanted and I just did the video. She might have been his wife. Then there was the other guy. It was pretty out there.”
“Oh, god!” Sheri said, her eyes wide. “It sounds… well, sick, but hot.”
“Yeah, it was all of that,” Charles agreed.
“And you won’t let me see it?” Sheri asked.
“No, at least not yet,” Charles replied. “Let me see how the client reacts to the finished product first. I should have it ready tomorrow.”
“Not fair,” Sheri said. “Now you’ve got me curious.”
“I have to respect the privacy and confidentiality of people when things get into this kind of stuff,” Charles explained. “I know that you can understand that. I’m trying to get noticed. My reputation will be a huge part of how I’m perceived. If people don’t think that I respect their privacy and confidentiality, then they won’t want to work with me. And I don’t want to lie.”
“Yes, I get it, but I don’t have to like it,” Sheri agreed. “But you’ll ask?”
“I’ll ask,” Charles agreed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Charles spent most of the night and the next morning putting the video into what he thought of as a presentable form, watched it twice to make sure, then called the client to tell him that it was ready and that he could deliver it on a memory stick, rather than take a chance on sending it via email.
“Where have you been?” Sheri asked when Charles got home an hour or so later and found her in the kitchen.
“Delivering that video,” Charles replied.
“Did you ask about me seeing it?” she asked eagerly.
“Yes,” Charles replied slowly. “He agreed, but with conditions.”
“What conditions?” Sheri asked.
“He wants to see you, too,” Charles replied, watching her.
“Oh!” Sheri exclaimed, her eyes getting big. “What exactly does that mean?”
“That means that he wants to see a photo portfolio of you,” Charles explained.
“What kind of a photo portfolio?” Sheri asked. “I don’t have anything like that.”
“I told him that was probably the case,” Charles said.
“Does he know that I’m your sister?” Sheri asked.
“I didn’t tell him that,” Charles replied, “just that you’re a friend who’s interested in these things.”
“I see,” Sheri said. “What kind of a portfolio?” she asked again.
“Like the one I showed you,” Charles replied, almost laughing when her jaw dropped open in shock.
“Oh, wow,” Sheri gasped.
“There’s more,” Charles said.
“God, what more could he possibly want?” Sheri asked.
“He was so pleased with the video I did, that he wants me to do some more for him, with different people,” Charles explained. “If he likes what he sees in the portfolio, he wants you to be in one of them. If you do that, he’ll agree to let you see the video I just delivered.”
“My god!” Sheri gasped.
“Think about it from his point of view,” Charles said. “You want to see a video of him and his wife having sex, with other people. He’s a very important, powerful man and he needs to protect himself. If people knew about these things, it could affect him. By requiring you to join in, he protects himself from you trying to take advantage of what you’d know about him. That’s how he explained it to me.”
“Do you trust this guy?” Sheri asked.
“Yes,” Charles replied, nodding.
“What do you think I should do?” Sheri asked.
“Are you kidding me?” Charles asked, staring at her. “Are you considering agreeing to his terms?”
“I don’t know,” Sheri replied evasively. “Maybe.”
“Why would you want to?” Charles asked. “Just to see a video?”
“No… yes… well, I’m frustrated,” Sheri said, sighing. “I don’t know what to do. School’s finished and I don’t have a clue, but I want to do something, something exciting.”
“So, you want to pose nude, be in a horny movie with some strangers?” Charles asked, staring at her in disbelief. “In order to get the gig with him, I had to show him some of my work. He knows what my portfolios look like.”
“Do you object?” Sheri asked. “Is there something wrong with it?”
“No, no,” Charles said. “You’re an adult and you should do whatever you want to do as long as you don’t hurt anyone in the process, including yourself.”