That summer was a blur. We tried to spend all of our free time making amateur porn, but about half the time we got too into it before turning the camera on. We had amassed a modest following in the incest role play porn community, but chickened out on actually spelling out that we were really related.
A few months in, we had a meeting with her parole officer about her ankle bracelet. To be honest, I wasn't stoked about the idea of it coming off, I was already getting jealous of how much more freedom she would have. It was selfish, I was worried that she wouldn't need me anymore and might just bail. On the other hand, her ankle monitor made shooting with her difficult. No one wants to see a gps ankle bracelet in their porno.
The parole meeting went well, it was clear she was making behavioral progress and she hadn't broken the rules. She was granted removal of the bracelet on the condition that she still live away from my parent's neighborhood, which was no problem for us. The parole officer was worried that her old friends were a corrupting influence on her, and thought her relocation was a major factor in her success. I winced when the word corruption was brought up, I still occasionally felt pangs of guilt about how I might be taking advantage of her condition. Those feelings were more than outweighed by how often she was hounding me to just plow her one more time, or order viagra so we could marathon fuck.
I wasn't quite to the point of ordering viagra, but she was definitely wearing me down.
On the drive home, she grinned at me as she pulled our camera out of her backpack, surprising me.
"Let's stop at a Denny's," she insisted
"You're free from gps monitoring and the first place you want to go is DENNY'S?" I said while laughing.
"Just take me, I have an idea," she replied, unphased by my laughter.
She gripped my cock through my pants, and while I wasn't complaining, I felt like she definitely had a sketchy idea in mind.
We were seated quickly, it was between the lunch and dinner rushes so the place was mostly empty. The hostess let us pick any table we wanted, and my sister picked the biggest corner booth, one definitely more suited for a party of 8.
I ordered a breakfast burrito, but my sister only got herself a milkshake. As the waitress turned to leave, my sister hopped up, making a big and obvious show of going to the bathroom.
I watched her walk toward the bathroom, but as soon as the waitress rounded the corner into the kitchen she dove right back. Instead of sliding back into her seat she crawled right under the table, hiding herself toward the back.
I felt the camera being set down on the seat next to me, but I did my best to ignore it. My dick was already getting hard in anticipation when I felt her delicate hands slowly and silently pull my zipper down.
I was surprised she had enough room down there, but apparently she was making due. The waitress returned with our food as she swirled her tongue around the head of my clock for the first time, almost like she had timed it.
"Can I get you anything else? More napkins, hot sauce?" asked the waitress, seemingly hesitating because my sister had disappeared.
"No worries, I think we're all good," I said back with a smile. It felt like my whole body was smiling at her. In that moment it didn't matter that we were in a Denny's in the middle of the day, my sister knew how to work my cock better than I had ever even dreamed possible.
She was going slow, focusing mostly on worshiping the head of my cock, but the situation was getting to me. The waitress had left, and I was almost finished with my burrito when I saw her start to approach again. My sister's milkshake sat untouched across from me on the table.
I took a big bite as she came closer, finishing the last of my food.
"Is everything ok?" she asked, nodding towards the milkshake as she spoke.
Seemingly excited by the added danger, my sister took me deep in her mouth, sucking gently as her throat muscles squeezed me.
"Oh yeah, no worries," I quickly replied, "she just had to take care of something big really quick."
I was glad I was able to think on my feet, but also disappointed in myself at the cheesy ass line.
My sister backed off until just the tip was in her mouth, and gently started to tongue the underside of my head. She knew exactly how to push my buttons.
The waitress leaned in to clear my plate, then hesitated.
"Can I- are you finished?" she questioned, seemingly unsure of herself about clearing plates before one person even started eating.
I knew I was close, and so did my beautiful sister. She started to drag her lips along the head, leaving a wet trail as she furiously tongued the underside as quietly as she could manage.
"Come again?" I asked, pretending to not have understood her question.
"Are you finished?" She repeated more confidently, and before she finished her question I had started to cum.
To my surprise my sister didn't latch on and suck it down like she usually does. Instead I felt my cock squirt into the air, unsure of where it was landing. My sister gripped me by the base, aiming it, and gave me the occasional surprise lick to encourage me to fully empty my balls.
As the waitress again disappeared my sister popped right up, sat down and started to dig into her milkshake. The area around her mouth was covered in my cum, and some had dripped down her v neck onto her tits. She was dressed professionally, but she still looked sexy as hell, not to mention her also wearing my cum.
She made no effort to clean herself up as she ate, instead, she made more of a mess. She partially obscured her facial with milkshake, even letting some drip down onto her tits and start to soak her top. She was eating especially seductively, and when I looked over I noticed she had shifted the camera to aim at her new position. I hadn't even noticed when she did it, I guess I was in my post orgasm haze.
I looked up as she set her spoon down, she had absolutely destroyed that milkshake. A lot of it ended up on, rather than in her, but it was still pretty clear that she was covered in cum as well. She licked her beestung lips, cleaning herself only a tiny bit as she grinned at me.
I was already hard again, but I did my best to shift it in my pants as we stood up to leave. I knew for a fact that I was going to fuck the shit out of her as soon as we got through our front door.
She scooped up the camera, and we made our way to the front to pay. By now the restaurant had filled up more considerably, and everyone turned to stare as we walked by.
The hostess did a double take as we approached, her eyes widening as she took in my sister's appearance.
"Was- was- was everything..." the hostess started to stammer out as she rung us up, but couldn't get the full question out.
"Everything... tasted... amazing," my sister purred out slowly, leaning in and licking her lips again as punctuation. She wasn't even on camera anymore, but she was just a natural born performer.
The hostess' face reddened as she gulped in response. She looked down to count out our change as our waitress walked out from the back and stopped dead in her tracks. She made eye contact with my sister and just gawked.
My sister just winked back at her as she left the change on the counter as a tip, and we made our way back to the car.
"Fuck, that was so hot," she exhaled as she sat down in the passenger seat, "I need to get off right now!"
She stuck her right hand into her pants, but before she got to work I grabbed her forearm.
"No, save it," I insisted, and she made a pouty face back at me. She obeyed, slowly sliding her hand out as I peeled out of the parking lot.
