"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.
"Okay," I said. The tingle in the middle told me that she was wrong. Even though she was my sister, if she told me to fuck her, I would have, hard and fast.
Rachel picked up one of the wireless body cameras and attached it to the middle of my shirt. She then put another one around her head using a headband. She moved to the other side of the room and looked at the huge monitor containing all the camera feeds. Smiling, she gave me a thumbs-up.
Rachel stepped up onto the table and then laid flat. I used the motor controls to raise the head of the table. As she watched me, I put on the restraints: one on each arm, each wrist, one across each thigh, one around her stomach, and the other two on her feet. Rachel was at my mercy. It wasn't possible, but I became more turned on looking down at her. It never occurred to me how turned on I could be by having a beautiful woman ask me to tie her down and give her pleasure.
After watching countless hours of training videos, I wondered how some of the men and women doing this could control their urges.
Rachel nodded. I moved to her left side and ran my fingers along her ribs and down her legs. She squirmed as I tickled her. I watched as her nipples grew hard. Deviating from the plan, I moved both of my hands onto each nipple and twisted. Rachel's eyes opened wide beneath the mask.
When I continued to pull and twist, Rachel's stomach and hips strained against the restraints. She was beautiful, and whether she was my sister or not, I enjoyed this much more than expected.
Deviating further from the plan, I carefully unclasped the fabric fold over each breast and opened them. Rachel's eyes locked with mine as I moved my hands under and around her breasts. I tickled around them until my fingers moved to her nipples again. Rachel gasped.
I picked up one of the magic wands from the side table and powered it on. Moving it slowly towards her nipples, I lightly touched each hard nub with the vibrating head.
"Oh!" Rachel's moan was real as I worked it over her. Moving the wand slowly down, I ran it along her sides and on the inside of each leg. She jerked and twisted several times.
It was everything I could do to move the wand slowly up and down her body with one hand while my other one tickled her. I spent several minutes covering every bit of her body as she jerked against my fingers and the wand.
As I moved the wand between her legs, Rachel's hips tried to jerk violently. She could not conceal how turned on she was. Her eyes twinkled as her mouth contorted.
I moved the wand slowly back and forth across her clit and then down between her lips. Pressing, the fabric gave way and exposed more of each side of her. I pushed against her by alternating the pressure slightly inside of her and then back up to her clit.
Rachel's breathing became ragged. The moan that escaped her was loud and deep.
"I'm cumming!" Rachel's voice sounded hoarse. Every part of her body pulled against the restraints as she came. I moved the wand quickly and directly across her clit as she spasmed.
I felt my dick twitch as I made my sister orgasm for the first time. Because it was filmed, I would be able to rewatch it.
Because I was supposed to attempt to make her cum as many times as possible, I gave her only a few seconds to try to recover.
The multiple cameras allowed me to move further up her body. This time as the wand worked on her pussy and clit, I used my right fingers to pull and twist her nipples. Rachel groaned and attempted to pull her arms up. I smiled as I watched her struggle. Within another minute, I watched in fascination as Rachel's body jerked and twisted faster.
When she came for the second time, she let out a small scream and spasmed much longer than the first time.
Sweat appeared along Rachel's forehead and chest as her breathing failed to keep up with the stimulation I was giving her.
Because I had already gone off script so many times, I set the wand down on the table. Turning back toward my sister, I opened the piece of fabric between her legs and pushed it under her.
