"You want me to do WHAT?" I was in shock and didn't know how to react to my sister Rachel explaining what she wanted.
Rachel started by telling me she didn't have a regular work-from-home job, as she'd told everyone. I couldn't help but react when she revealed that she had switched to making cam videos online. Sex videos.
"I'll text you a private invite so you can see what I do and how I do it," Rachel added.
"You want me to watch you perform online? You're being serious?" I sat down on the couch next to Rachel, shaking my head.
"Don't you watch porn, Blake? Everyone doing it is someone's daughter, mother, sister, or even grandmother."
I started to answer but stopped when I realized she wasn't wrong.
"I'm not with anyone when I do them. It's just me. It's safe and pays much better than my previous job. I could work ten hours a week and make what I made in my professional job." Rachel made sense if I could get past the idea of her sexually performing for people to watch.
"Look, I need someone I can trust. You need a job, and I need someone I can count on." Rachel spoke as if she were talking about buying groceries.
"But I'm your brother. I don't think I can do it." I was still stunned and trying to find the words to explain.
"Because you're my brother, you have to be the one. I'm making decent money with camwork. But I can make a lot of money if you help me." Rachel reached for my right hand as she sat next to me.
Her fingers curled into mine as she put her head on my left shoulder. I couldn't see her face as she spoke, which might have made it easier for us both.
After a second, Rachel spoke. "It's not like you look at me in that way. I need you because you'll listen and treat it like a business."
I stammered. "It's one thing to have a job with you. But you're asking me to do orgasm videos that will be online."
"There are ways to conceal our identity," Rachel replied.
"Let me think about it," I said.
"Okay. That's all I can ask." When Rachel stood up, she leaned over to kiss me on the forehead.
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Two weeks later, I stood in Rachel's biggest bedroom, still shaking my head that I had agreed. After our last session, I accepted the invite link she sent me. Bracing myself for almost anything, I initially watched in horror as my sister danced, masturbated, tried on clothing, used toys on herself, and talked about sex and sexuality. Knowing that at least two thousand people paid to watch her astonished me. Rachel's flexibility and unabashed confidence surprised me.
Rachel had taken the time to set up a special table that moved in several directions. Along the sides and top were several places to attach restraining loops. Four cameras in total were positioned along each side of the table. Rachel explained to me that there were several cameras that we could wear to capture other angles.
A few minutes earlier, Rachel helped me put on a special mask that left my lower jaw exposed but covered everything above my lips. I wore blue jeans and a black T-shirt, while Rachel told me she was going to put on a special bodysuit and a mask similar to mine. She turned on four of the cameras before leaving. Over the last couple of years, she had become an expert at editing video.
I heard the door behind me open. Rachel entered wearing a short blue robe. She nervously smiled at me. "It's going to be all right, I promise."
Rachel's lips were painted bright red. As I was looking at her full lips, she pulled the robe open. I'm not sure what kind of bodysuit I expected her to wear, but this one made my mouth drop open. It was a sheer one-piece that resembled a bikini. Between her legs, I saw two clasps. There was also a clasp on the side of each breast. The bodysuit she had chosen clung tightly against her. I could see her nipples through the fabric.
"Wow!" I reflexively said. Every nerve in my body felt like it was being touched as I looked at Rachel. Watching her in her sessions was much more impersonal because she was my sister. When Rachel opened the robe to reveal her body under the fabric of her bodysuit, I felt a pang of wild horniness. Knowing I was going to help her orgasm burned a fuse in my brain. I wanted to fuck her, sister or not, and not because we were going to make money doing it. I wanted to fuck her because she was my sister and, for the first time, someone I desperately wanted to fuck.
"Do I look all right? Or stupid." Rachel made a full turn so I could see her body.
"Honestly? You look sexy and hot."
Rachel smiled. "Really? You're not just saying that?"
It was difficult to explain precisely what I was feeling. It shouldn't have been. "You have an amazing body. You have to know that because you've been doing camwork. If you weren't my sister, I would chase you around the room."
"Haha, Blake. Are you nervous about putting into practice all the videos you watched?"
"Yes," I said without hesitation.
Rachel recommended several websites for controlled orgasm porn, as well as invited me to four sessions of her other video business. Over the last two weeks, I had studied it closely. While Rachel was beautiful, it didn't bother me to watch her after a couple of hours. I generally watched her for an hour and then spent an hour watching orgasm porn. Truth be told, I couldn't hold out from jacking off much past that point.
During the first week, it dawned on me that I was imagining having Rachel on the table when I fantasized and masturbated. It seemed logical that I would since I justified it by reminding myself that it would BE her on the table. It was hypothetical since we hadn't seen one another since the conversation.
When I asked her about practicing, she said she wanted it to be a natural progression from the first time we tried it. Within a couple of days, I realized that high-quality orgasms porn made me hornier than I could have imagined. Watching a woman cum over and over was a surprise delight for me.
"Just be playful and experiment. We can edit out anything that goes wrong or doesn't work." Rachel approached me as she spoke. Looking at her body through the sheer fabric, I felt myself get hard. Not the general horniness I might experience, but the kind that makes me take a deep breath.
Regardless of our intentions, I looked at my sister as a potential lover. A hungry turned-on lover.
Because Rachel is so matter-of-fact, she took a second to acknowledge the elephant in the room. "You've acquired a taste for the subject matter. Once you start, all that will fall away because you'll be focused."
"On making you cum!" The words popped out of my mouth.
Rachel burst out laughing. "That's true. But you'll see that I'm your sister, and everything will turn off. I promise."
I didn't dare tell Rachel that I wanted to fuck her like a woman.
