“In a minute, sweetie. Tell them I’ll be right there.” Cheri shivers from her jiggling tits to her curvaceous legs as I turn towards the door. “Ahhhhhhh,” is all I hear as I exit the bedroom.
“A hypnotist?” Susan asks when I return to the master bedroom.
“You heard all of that?” I smile as I squeeze her ass cheek.
“I can’t wait to see what happens,” she says as she leans up and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“All right everybody,” the director yells. “You two ready to do this, now?” he asks.
“No problemo,” Dean answers.
“I’m ready when he is,” Cheri answers; crawling up on the bed and getting in the same position as before.
Susan and I watch Dean step up behind Cheri and place his hands on the sides of her smooth ass cheeks. He takes a deep breath and we watch his cock start to inflate.
“Look what you did,” Susan teases, wrapping her arm through mine and leaning close. She watches with wide-eyed wonder as Deans cock start to grow like some time-lapse photography of Pinocchio’s nose.
“Now if it worked as well on Cheri.”
Cheri shivers briefly just as Dean’s mammoth cock gains its full length and breadth.
“Damn!” Susan squeezes her tits against my arm and bounces on the balls of her feet. I can feel her hard nipples through her thin blouse and realize she opted for no bra this morning.
“You just noticed?” Susan teases. Instead of responding I fold my arms across my chest putting my right hand against her breast and rolling her extended nipple between my thumb and finger.
“Mmmmm, better late than never,” Susan’s body molds against mine as I continue to fondle her breast.
“And… action!” the director yells. Cameras start rolling and Dean slides his monster tool into Cheri’s juicily lubricated and welcoming cunt. The smiles on their faces transcend any acting ability they have and their obvious pleasure permeates the bedroom. Dean slowly withdraws his long shaft and the camera zooms in for a close-up of his cunt soaked cock.
The director excitedly steps forward and tells Dean to continue slowly for three more strokes. He motions another camera in on the other side. Dean does as directed but appears to be having difficulty moving so slowly in Cheri’s overheated pussy.
“Fuck me harder, baby!” Cheri moans thrusting back against him in an attempt to speed up the action. Dean grabs her hips more firmly and starts pounding into her juicy cunt.
“Oh, yeah! Just like that, baby! Just like that!” Cheri is lost in her own arousal; her enhanced tits vigorously swinging under her as Dean slams into her fiery cunt.
Susan is almost humping my thigh now as she watches dean hammer Cheri’s pussy. I’m still taunting her hard nipple and my cock is responding to both the porn scene and my sister’s reaction to it.
“That’s not in the script!” the scriptwriter hisses, while flipping pages back and forth.
“Shut up!” the director glares at him before turning back to the unusual porn action.
“Come on.” I grab Susan’s arm and pull her out of the room. I just remembered about the video feed from all of the bedrooms. We can watch this and have some privacy.
“What video feed?” Instead of answering, I lead her down the hallway to the last bedroom and swing open the door.
“Check this out, Sis,” I swing my arm into the room as an invitation for her to enter first.
“Holy shit!” Susan gasps, her head swinging from side to side as she takes in the NASA looking control center with the huge plasma monitor on one wall and a bank of computers on another. “What is this room?” Susan asks.
I smile at her as I lock the door and walk over to one of the computers.
I start tapping keys on the main computer as I explain how every room in the house is wired with cameras. Hoping I remember how to make this work, I select the camera for the main bedroom. Susan is checking out the hundreds of DVDs along the opposite wall when the plasma monitor springs to life with live coverage of the porn video being filmed down the hall. I pick up Susan’s thoughts as she wonders what this is all about.
“Dad and Christina run an entertainment business with their models,” I explain. “They all get souvenir DVDs. Yeah, I don’t know how I feel about it either,” I answer her unspoken thoughts.
“But that’s not why we’re here,” I smile, pulling my shirt over my head. Susan returns my smile, obviously reading my actions, if not my thoughts.
“You’re a horny little fucker,” Susan laughs, “and I am reading your thoughts.”
“Then, I’m glad you agree with them,” I answer as I watch Susan pull her blouse over her head and her luscious tits bounce against her chest. Damn. I never get tired of my sister’s body. Her tits are so fucking fabulous I could look at them all day.
“Glad you like them,” Susan steps towards me cupping her palms under her breasts and lightly squeezing them.
“God, if you only knew how much I love them, Sis,” I answer leaning down and taking one of her aroused nipples between my teeth.
“Bite it,” she mentally directs me. I comply and a soft moan escapes from her lips. “This is so hot! I can watch Dean and Cheri fucking while we do this.”
“That’s the point,” I answer mentally without taking my mouth off her tasty nipple. I suckle her left nipple, lightly chewing on it as I lower the zipper on the front of her jeans.
“Mmmmmm!” Susan gasps as I release her tit and the cool air hits her wet nipple. Kneeling, I tug her jeans down to her ankles. The sweet aroma of her aroused pussy assaults my senses and hardens my cock. “I never knew you liked my smell that much,” Susan mentally teases as I slowly roll her thong down her smooth thighs.
“I love everything about you,” I answer as she steps out of her jeans and panties. Standing up, I wrap my lips around her right nipple, trapping the thick nub between my teeth.
“You know exactly what to do,” Susan says, combing her fingers through my hair and pulling my face against her breast. “Almost like you’re reading my mind,” she laughs.
I continue nibbling at my sister’s breast, kneading it with my fingers, knowing exactly how she wants me to touch her. As my other hand roams across her stomach, lightly caressing her bare pussy mound, I realize I’m no longer reading her specific thoughts. It’s like I just know what she wants – like I’m mentally absorbing her needs and desires.
When my fingertip reaches her slick pussy lips she shudders. And so do I! What the fuck! I actually felt her reaction.
“What?” Susan asks.
“Hold on. I want to try something.” I’m still teasing her taut nipple with my teeth while I ease my finger between her wet pussy lips. Quickly locating her sensitive love button, I flick my finger lightly over her clit and her knees buckle. So do mine! Her tit is pulled from my mouth as we stumble sideways.
“Can we sit down or lie down or something?” Susan pants. She’s holding my shoulders, trying to use me for stability but I’m wobbling too.
“Good idea,” I answer, moving us both towards the large couch.
“What just happened?” Susan asks while I strip off my jeans and join her.
“I’m not sure,” I answer, lying beside her and caressing her flat stomach. “One minute I was reading your thoughts and the next minute I was… I don’t know… feeling your reaction… or… your… um… arousal or something. It was weird. Did you do anything differently?”
“I don’t think so,” Susan says, spreading her legs as my hand eases lower. “I was getting really turned on watching the video,” her eyes dart to the big screen where Dean and Cheri are still going at it. “And you were touching me in all the right places at exactly the right time… ohhhh… just like now.”
Without realizing it, I was stroking her hot pussy. It was like my fingers had a mind of their own. Once again I could feel my sister’s reaction.