Author's Note: Erotic film debut brings unsuspecting siblings together.
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"What am I going to do?" Deborah asked shakily, a grimace creasing her lovely facial features. She tossed the ripped envelope and its contents onto her dresser, one of the wartime standard-issue types adorning freshman dorm rooms all across the spacious campus at Penn State. She cupped her head in her hands, her shoulders heaving in a sob.
I strode to the dresser and picked up the crinkled paper. I immediately recognized it as the bill for second-semester tuition, room & board, fees and various and sundry other cash grabs by the school administration. The Nittany Lion on the letterhead was a dead giveaway. Some nerve the university had, plastering a mascot on a blue-and-white demand for five figures.
I made my way over to Deborah and placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "So what's the big deal?" I asked, "Tuition falling due should come as no surprise..."
She hesitated, still shaking with sobs, then stammered, "N-n-no... It's j-j-just that I th-th-thought things would w-w-work out somehow by now..."
"Deb, what the heck are you talking about?" I queried.
"Tommy, you know how the economy's been... Mom & Dad's travel agency has taken a big hit. People don't spend money on luxury vacations during tough times. Dad's had to take a second mortgage on the house just to keep the agency afloat. There's nothing left for tuition for Dave and me. And they made too much last year for Dave and me to qualify for financial aid..."
So that was it. She needed money to stay in school Her fraternal twin, Dave, was in the same boat. I knew him vaguely through Deb -- he was also a Penn State freshman. My mind whirled with the possibility of Deb being forced to leave the Happy Valley campus, most likely losing touch with me for good. These past 3 months had seen the development of a most unusual but satisfying relationship. The stunning redhead had become my close friend, confidant and frequent fuck buddy - nothing monogamous, more as playmates than lovers, but I had a great fondness for her and she for me.
"I wish I could help," I replied meekly, "Unfortunately, I'm as reliant on parents as the next guy." I gave her a hug, smoothing her auburn tresses as I spoke. "We'll think of something," I managed weakly. She looked up at me with sad green eyes. I could tell that now was not a good time to suggest a comforting roll in the hay, so I kissed her on the cheek and said my goodbyes.
Strolling across the campus toward my room in Geary Hall, I was racking my brain for some way to assist. I couldn't give her money, but maybe I could help her to earn some quickly. "Think, Thomas," I cajoled myself, "WWJD -- what would Jopa do?"
Ah, yes -- Joe Paterno, head football coach for the last half-century and fount of wisdom -- he could think of something. But somehow, I didn't think he'd have the time of day for a nerd like me, especially if he knew it be spent primarily on preserving my main supply of ready and willing pussy for the remainder of my time at University Park.
"Jopa's a freakin' rock star," I laughed to myself. I looked up and saw the Big Dipper in the dark sky. I traced its path that pointed toward Polaris, the North Star. "Star light, star bright, I wish I may, I wish I might..." I whispered. I truly was wishing upon a star for a solution. And then it hit me...
"Star... star... holy shit, it just might work!"
I reached in my pocket for my cell phone. Scrolling through the address book, I quickly found Uncle Melo's listing and pushed the green button.
"Melo here!" came the voice on the other end of the line.
"Uncle Melo, it's me, Tommy!"
"Hey, boy -- wassup?! Hold on, don't get cranked up -- I'm in the middle of supervisin' a shoot. Gotta make it quick!"
"That's just what I was calling you about, Uncle Melo -- a shoot. I seem to remember you doing a series of videos on college girls at big schools across the country. Are you still working your way through that?"
"Here and there -- lots of campuses done, lots more to go. I'm doin' other stuff as well."
"Have you done Penn State yet?"
"No, actually we were heading there in a couple of weeks. Why -- you wantin' your fifteen minutes of fame?"
"No, I couldn't risk that kind of fame with my future career headed toward politics. Actually -- I'm thinking about a friend of mine. She wants to be a vet, and she's about to have to bail out of school. For financial reasons..."
"And she wants to earn some money quick?"
"Yeah, something like that. How much do you pay?"
"Depends on what she's willing to do on screen. Could be a couple of grand -- could be anywhere up to ten grand. Could be even more if she's good enough to sign to more films."
"Ten grand just might be enough..."
"And she'd be willing to be in a porn flick to earn it?"
"I don't know about her willingness. But she could be a star if she'll do it."
"Tell me about her."
"Red hair -- auburn, not the orangey kind. Freckles -- but cute, not distracting. Pale green eyes. Great figure. Smart as a whip. Fucks like a fiend. Seductive smile, a little wanton and a little innocent..."
"Sounds like you're sweet on her."
"Nah, not really. I like her a lot, but I don't think she'd blossom in the political arena. She's too damned honest and sincere. Wouldn't suffer the fools one has to entertain and suck up to while climbing one's way to the governor's mansion. But she makes a great no-false-commitments fuck buddy..."
"And you're okay with her being filmed getting laid by some other guy?"
I gulped. Not really -- we both screwed other people from time to time, but we certainly didn't have the opportunity to watch each other doing it. "I'm fine with it," I lied.
"Sounds like the kind of girl I'd be looking for when I'm doing my Penn State shoot. Have her give me a ring if she's interested."
"Okay, Uncle Melo -- thanks!"
I flipped the phone shut, a spring in my step and my yoke a little lighter as I climbed the stairs to my dorm room. I had a lifeline for her, but how to broach the subject with Deborah was another matter...
* * * * *
"So let me get this straight -- you want to pimp me out as a porn star?" Deb was becoming breathless, her voice higher-pitched than I'd ever heard it before.
I was right -- there had been no easy way to broach the subject.
"It's not pimping -- it's so you can stay in school. A pimp gains his livelihood off his girls. I get nothing from this..."
"You don't think I'm smart enough to see through you? You're doing this so that you can keep on screwing me! Screw me over so that you can screw me again!" Her voice was reaching a crescendo.
The truth hurt, but I managed to counter in a soothing tone, "You know I really like you, Deb -- a lot. And I'm trying to help you get an education..."
With that, Deb burst into tears. "Oh, Tommy," she cried, "you really are my friend. You just have a really strange way of showing it..."
"If there were any other way, there's no way I'd suggest this. You know the old saying, 'Necessity is the mother of invention'..."
"Necessity yes, but you're stupider than you look if you think your Uncle Melo invented the porn flick," she laughed, crinkling her nose in mischief. "What the hell kind of name is 'Melo' anyway?"
"It's short for Carmelo -- but it also fits his attitude. He's one mellow dude. You'll like working for him."
"Who says I'm going to work for him?" Her stern look was impossible to read, her eyes squinting so as not to give anything away.
"I just thought... given the options..."
She smiled primly. "Okay, okay -- it just might work. But would you do it with me? At least then I'd know I could trust my partner."
"You know I couldn't do it, not with my future aspirations. But I could be there with you in the studio, for moral support."
"So I'd be fucking a total stranger?"
"Well, maybe it's best that way. You know -- never have to see each other again, forget the whole thing."
"Might be hard to forget if the video surfaces at some inopportune time down the line."
"I know you better than that -- you're fearless. If you make a judgment that this is what's needed now, you're not going to let some asshole intimidate you over it later."
"You know me too fucking well, Tommy -- has it only been one semester?"
"Yeah, but with any luck it's going to be at least seven more. And speaking of fucking well, I thought maybe you could use a little practice before Uncle Melo comes to town..."
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Deb and I had fucked like rabbits for the last two weeks. I honestly believe the thought of starring in a porn flick had made Deb hornier than usual, and I was beginning to become accustomed to the idea as well. Truth be told, my libido was beginning to get hyperactive at the thought of watching her screw a total stranger on-screen.
The day for the filming finally arrived. The weather had begun to turn a bit nippy, and I wasn't sure if the tumescent peaks of Deborah's breasts outlined against her blouse were due to the cold or to her excitement.
Uncle Melo had rented an oversized hotel suite in downtown State College to serve as a studio. When we arrived, the camera crew had nearly finished setting up. There were three cameras and three men to man them, along with Uncle Melo and a couple of studio hands. "Not a woman in the bunch," I thought, "I guess equal opportunity has gone the way of the dinosaur..."
Perhaps a tinge of jealousy was overtaking me. Not only was Deb going to fuck a perfect stranger, but there would be six other men besides me witnessing it.
"You ready?" I asked Deb.
