The Video Shoot Ch. 03

Chapter 03 - Reception

Kara had surprised me at every turn all evening. I expected her to be mad at me when she got home. I had expected some form of vengeance when she told me to go to my room and strip. I hadn't expected her to climb on the bed and ride my cock until we both came. And I certainly hadn't expected her respond the way she had when I told her I loved her.

I had clenched her tight, reveling in the feeling of her naked flesh warmly and intimately on mine as she lay on top of me. I had told her I loved her and she simply replied that she knew it.

I knew I could be slow at picking up subtle social cues and this was no exception. This time, I had to address her choice of words. "Are you trying to be funny?" I asked.

"No," she said and pressed upwards, breaking the light grip of my hug. My cock was still more than semi-erect and still deeply snug inside of her pussy. She sat upright without moving her hips, keeping us connected.

"Then what do you mean by that?"

"I do love you, John," she said. "I love my brother. You are family and always will be, regardless of what we get caught up in doing. But I think you think that you are seriously 'in love' with me."

"I am," I said.

"Maybe but it's probably more of some kind of unhealthy obsession. I don't know," she shrugged.

"Then why this," I asked. "This was a conscious decision on your part. You decided to to do this."

"I guess I was horny," she said, smiling. "I just came from a girl-girl shoot and those always leave me worked up. I can cum with girls, but I always feel like I want and need more when it's over. I need some penetration, to be completely filled and satisfied."

On one level I felt the sting of her let's-be-friends and I-love-you-like-a-brother attitude. However, looking up at her sitting on me, naked and with my cock nestled inside of her, made me not care about anything beyond this magnificent instance. I drank in the surreal moment knowing she was right. I was obsessed with her. Staring at her cute girl-next-door face, her petite, firm body, and admiring her no-nonsense take-charge personality made me wonder who wouldn't become obsessed with her.

"I shouldn't have used you this way," she added but made no effort no move. The thought of her remaining here willingly, with no deceptions, made my cock grow back to fully erect.

"I don't care," I said and contracted my muscles to cause my cock to swell.

"Mmm," she sighed at the feeling of me twitch within her. "I know you don't care," she eventually said. "But this can't be good for either of us."

I didn't want her to change her mind. I searched for a way to stall her. "Why?" I asked. It probably wasn't the best choice, but it would keep her talking, I figured.

"I shouldn't be feeding your infatuation and I shouldn't have my brothers dick in me, right now." Kara still sat motionless on top of me.

"You're still here," I said, pointing out the obvious.

She leaned forward, bringing her chest bearing down onto mine and I loved the way her breast smoothed onto my skin under her weight. I thought she was going to kiss me but instead she began shifting her weight to her left. I quickly picked up on what she was doing and rolled with her. I managed to keep my member inside of her as we shifted positions.

"Just shut up and fuck me," she said once she lay flat on her back.

I wasn't about to argue and began to thrust in and out of her at a relaxed tempo with long, slow strokes. Her pussy was soaking wet from the mixture of both of our recent orgasms and the feeling was different but still very enjoyable.

"And make it last this time," Kara said between moans. "Just pretend we are on the set."

I was only happy to oblige. I raised up on stiff arms, supporting myself above her. I wanted to look down at her while we fucked. The world could end tomorrow for all I cared, I was living in sheer ecstasy at that very moment. I watched her beautiful face contort with expressions of her own pleasure that was being delivered by me. Nothing could have made it any better.

Several minutes later, she came on my cock again, with me fucking her slowly. Even though I had just cum, I knew I could easily go off again a second time with little effort. I had to hold myself back like she asked and avoided getting too close to cumming. Not that I didn't want to cum, but I knew that if I came again our intimate time would probably be over for now and I wanted desperately to keep going for as long as she would let me.

"One more," she panted. "Fuck me hard."

Eager to please and satisfy her, I increased my speed and power. I began to slid my cock almost completely out of her and then slam back into her with an urgent ferocity. Our pubic areas made a sticky slap with each thrust, a result of the overflow of wetness between us.

"Oh fuck, John, that's good!" She screamed as I pounded into her. "Fuck me!"

I felt my orgasm creeping up on me due to her words. They were music to ears which translated into fuel for my primal lust for her. I held it together, though, waiting on her to go first. Just like on the set with one of my paid partners, I held back until it was time for me to go.

When Kara began to cum for the third time that night, I let go and went with her. It was rare for porn scenes to allow for an internal cum shot, so the added intimacy of ejaculating deep inside of her made the experience even more enjoyable. We came together for the second time, her pussy gripping me tightly with its contractions and my cock spurting whatever semen and sperm I had left.

As the massive waves of pleasure diminished, I remained elevated above her, soaking up the sight of her laying below me in a blissful afterglow. My cock mostly deflated but I kept my hips pressed firm against hers not wanting to yet slide out of her.

After a minute, Kara's eyes cleared and she looked at me piercingly. "Did you cum?" She asked with an accusing tone.

I nodded.

"I thought I told you to make it last," she said. Her words weren't harsh or stern, but were definitely filled with disappointment.

"Sorry," I replied. "I don't think I'll have a problem getting it up for another go if want to cum again."

Kara ignored my comment for the moment and glanced down between us. "I'm leaking. Your going to have to change your blankets."

I slid back and off of her, sorry to feel my almost completely limp penis fall out of her. A glob of my thick white sperm was oozing out between the puffy red lips of her pussy. Her entire crotch was shiny from our juices and a huge wet stain soaked the bed below her ass. Even after such intense back-to-back orgasms, my cock twitched at the sight.

Without speaking, I followed her lead and we got off the bed to remove the top blanket. I threw it in a heap into the corner and we lay back down together. Kara spooned up against me, pressing her back against my chest and her ass against my ever hungry cock. Still living in a dream, my erection slowly returned and began to press against her rear.

"Wow," Kara said, giving her ass a slight wiggle. "You've popped twice and still ready for more."

"I told you I wouldn't have a problem getting it back up."

"Don't put it to waste," she said casually as she pulled her legs up, causing her pussy to become more accessible.

I quickly reached down and guided my hard-on back inside of her. We both let out a soft moan as we reconnect once more. Once I was pressed deep inside of her from the rear, she half straightened her legs out and relaxed laying on her side in front of me. I tried to rock back and forth a little to give us both some stimulation but she stopped me.

"Just lay still," she said. "You feel nice inside of me like this."

I let out a soft mumble that I agreed with her.

"Don't cum, this time. Just keep it in me," she said, twisting her head to look at me to help make her point.

"Okay," I replied and wrapped my arm over her, pulling her tightly to me.

We both lay quietly and motionless with me simply penetrating her. I wanted to talk to her about what we were doing and everything that had just happened. A million thoughts were flinging around in my head.

Kara sensed my uneasiness and grabbed my arm that was holding her. "Don't talk," she said softly.

It wasn't long before I could her hear breathing become long and regular with the rhythm of sleep. I just lay there, wide awake, holding her in my bed with my hard throbbing cock buried snuggly inside of her. I told myself that I didn't care why she was here with me like this but in reality I had dozens of unanswered questions that kept me from drifting off.

Throughout the night, I only dozed for a few minutes at a time, my erection seldom faltering. Occasionally I would soften slightly but a gentle flick of my hips reminded my member where it was and it would quickly stiffen up again. Every time she would shift or move, I deliberately adjusted to move with her and kept my arm around her and my cock pushed deeply into her pussy. Although I hoped that this was just the first night of lots more to come, I really had no idea of her intentions. All I knew was that, right now, she was mine and I was taking in every second of it and hardly slept a wink.

With the early morning light coming through the heavy curtains, Kara finally stirred and purred softly as she made a rolling motion with her ass. "It's nice to wake up this way," she said glancing back at me and seeing that I was awake. She jammed her butt back into me, grinding her flesh hard against me.

Then without warning she slid forward and my cock slipped out her. After being so warmly engulfed for the entire night, the cool air on my shaft was a disappointing sensation. Kara sat up and left my bedroom. I watched her turn toward the bathroom as I lay wondering what to do. Several minutes later she crossed back in front of the doorway, still nude, this time heading to the kitchen.

I got up when I heard her clinking about and starting the coffee maker. A trip to the bathroom to urinate caused my erection to go down somewhat but my penis still was swollen and never went completely soft.

Kara looked up at me as I joined her in the kitchen. Her face was blank and expressionless as if it were normal that we were naked together waiting for our morning java. When the pot was ready, Kara poured us each a cup and we took a seat at the table.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked her after we had sat in silence for a few minutes. I knew the timing was probably off, bringing up such a heavy topic after she had just woken up, but I was too impatient to wait.

"I'm torn," she replied and took a sip from her mug.

I waited for her to explain.

"John, you have an amazing body. I didn't notice it until recently but I am naturally attracted to certain body types, body types like yours. I guess it's because you were always working out so much when we were younger. You told me that you first took notice of my body when we on our family vacation in Vegas..."

I nodded.

"Well, I took notice of you then, too, out at the pool with your shirt off. I think you were the only 15 year old in the world with washboard abs. Very few of the guys in high school come close to matching your physique. You were the first athletic male body I ever admired."

She had never told me this before. I was delighted in hearing her say it.

"But don't get me wrong," she said, "it was never anything more than just thinking your body was hot. You were still my brother after all, and a damned strange one at that. I could never figure out why someone as attractive as you could come of so dorky."

Kara took another sip of coffee and I could see her debating about how to proceed. "I like sex," she finally said. "I like sex a lot. That's entirely why I'm doing porn. I mean, hot guys, big dicks, long sessions without the guy cumming too soon ending everything before I'm done... and the money doesn't hurt at all either."

My cock was rising again in response to what she was saying.

"And sex with you is... is amazing," Kara said. "It's the kind of sex I got into porn looking for."

"Then what's the problem?" I asked.

"You're my brother. I can't shake that. On one hand, I don't care if your related because from an entirely physical standpoint your perfect. You have the body type I crave, your dick is big enough to be completely satisfying yet not big enough to hurt, and you know from working porn how to fuck for a long time and in just the right way."

"But on the downside," she added, "not only is the brother-sister incest hanging over our heads, you very clearly have an emotional attachment to me that I can't return. I like fucking you and could get very used to it but I'm not in love with you. It bothers me that I'm empowering something in you that needs to be cured not fed. To me it'd just sex. Good sex. But I can't ignore that you see it as something more."

"And I've told you, I don't care," I said.

"I know. That jut proves my point and makes it even harder for me."

"Kara, I am in love with you. I have been for a long time. Trust me when I say that I am truly happy for every minute we get to spend together, intimate or otherwise. Having a your attention, even briefly, is wonderful and dear to me."

"What are you going to do if at some point down the road I start dating someone?" She asked. "It would crush you. I don't want to be responsible for that. I honestly think that I could get past the incest thing because we are so good in bed together. However, I don't want to go forward knowing that I'm going to end up hurting you. Hurting my big brother."

"I don't know if it helps," I said, "but I am willing to deal with that when it happens. I will carry all the risk."

"It doesn't work that way," she replied, flatly. "I t would hurt me knowing that I hurt you wether you agreed to it before hand or not. I just need some time to think."

We finished our coffee without any further discussion. After a short while, Kara stood from the table and began moving about the kitchen. "Eggs and toast?" She asked.

"Sounds good," I answered, staring at her body. It was a delight to see her naked and casual. I watched her every move, never taking my eyes off of her for a second.

When she handed me my plate, she saw my cock standing straight up from my lap. "Down boy," she said as she sat back at the table.

"You make me horny," I replied.

She didn't respond.

*******

When we finished eating, Kara got dressed to go to class. I decided to skip my schedule for the day to catch up on the sleep I missed. Once she left, I went to bed, masturbated, and then slept lightly, still thinking about the night before.

I woke up mid-afternoon to the sound of her coming back in. The rest of the day was spent in our normal routine but there was a heavy tension still between us. Later, Kara told me that she had a morning shoot the next day and was going to bed early and went to her own bedroom, leaving me to wonder about everything alone.

I was afraid for her to feel like I was pressuring her so I intentionally refrained bringing up anything sexual around her. Kara made no mention of what had happened between us although we did occasionally catch each other in the middle of an awkward long stare.

Two weeks passed with us trying to act normal around each other. I constantly felt like I was waiting for Kara to say or do something. I didn't want her to feel like I was bugging her in any way so I tried to keep things as casual as I could but it felt forced. The only thing I knew to do was to be polite to her, so I went out of my way to find things to do for her.

To make matter worse for me, my regular online searches for videos of my sister finally got a hit. During the course of a single week, I finally came across two of her scenes. Whenever I had the house to myself, I made use of the time by masturbating while watching her on the computer.

I did three more shoots in the meantime. All of the girls I had sex with were hot, but they weren't my sister. I had to envision Kara just to manage to get through each scene. The night before one of the shoots, I had made myself cum several times watching one of Kara's scenes and as a result very little semen came out when it was time to pop for the camera the next morning. It was the first time I had ever seen a director pissed at me and I had to make a mental note not to cum too much just before a shoot again.

I continued to spend extra time on the set, learning more and more about the technical aspects of the a video production. I had no real clue what I was going to do with the knowledge but I enjoyed what I was soaking in. It was a good distraction from my otherwise nagging thoughts about my sister.

Kara finally brought up the subject of the two of us one night while we both sat watching TV. It had been a couple of weeks since our wonderful night together and the awkwardness that existed in the apartment had been wearing me down. From out of the blue she just announced, "This is bullshit."

"What," I said. I thought she was talking about the show we were watching.

"Us... this... It's all bullshit," she said. "I'm tired of this. All we do is sit quietly, afraid to say anything to each other. I can't take it anymore."

"Okay," I said. I agreed with her but felt it was she who needed to chose a direction, so I waited for her to continue.

"If we are going to keep living together, we have to work this out." She picked up the remote and turned off the TV and shifted her sitting position to face me.

"The way I see it," I said, "it's you who needs to work it out. You know where I stand."

"Where do you stand?" She pressed me. "Spell it out for me. What's your ideal solution."

"You want me to be honest?"

"Absolutely, give it to me."

"Fair enough," I said, preparing to unload many hours of thoughts on her. I hadn't laid it out specifically in my mind but what I wanted was clear. It was a relief to get the chance to speak frankly and a look of mild shock came over her face as I let the leash off of my tongue. "I want you. I want to be around you without any weird feelings. I want to take you out to dinner. I want hold your hand while we walk together. I want to take you into the bedroom and make love to you. I want to see you walk around the apartment naked. I want to take weekend trips with you. I want to go to work with you and watch you do your scenes. I want to us to come home and be able to share our stories and thoughts about what we did that day on the set. I want to eat you out because I've yet to taste your pussy. I want us to sleep together at night. I want everything about you. And when we don't feel romantic but still want to blow off some steam, I want to just fuck you."

"Oh, my," she said, reeling from my explosion.

My heart was racing as I waited for her response.

"So, you want us to be a couple," she said. "You want to go on dates and do everything a coupe does?"

"Pretty much," I said.

"That's what I was afraid of," she said, dropping her eyes. "I can't give you that."

"Then I will take what I can get," I said.

"It's not that easy. Not for me."

"Why not?" I asked.

"It just isn't," she looked back up at me. "If you weren't in love with me, it might could be different. If having fun with you was just that, having some fun, then we could both take it for what it's worth. But things aren't equal. I am not going to be responsible for your damages."

"Damages?"

"Yes, John, you are fucking damaged. You are way too hung up on me. I love you but not in the same way. You've got to grow the fuck up."

"To use your words, its not that easy," I said. "In the year that I lived by myself, I had almost put you out of my mind. But when you moved in and we were around each other again, everything came flooding back. With our current lifestyles and with everything that's happened, I'm not going to be able to get over you without complete separation. As long as you are around me, I'm going to want you. So unless one of us is willing to move out..."