Cassie, my usually cheerful and outgoing kid sister, sat across from me on the couch. She looked nervous. I figured her problem was about money because, with us, our problems were always about money.
"OK, what is it?" I asked.
"Well... tuition for the Fall semester is due in a couple of weeks..."
I sighed heavily. "I'm really sorry Cassie, I just can't spare that kind of money right now... maybe next year..."
Her worried, pale blue eyes rose and met mine. "That's not it. I can earn the money... but I need your help."
"Oh?"
She paused and looked away.
"How?" I prompted.
"Well... For the last couple of weekends I've been making good money, but my... um... partner dropped out and I need someone... a guy... a big muscly guy (she nodded to me), someone I can trust. And you're the only person I know like that. If I could get someone else... anyone else... I would."
"Oh shit, Cassie, what are you up to?"
"Do you promise you won't freak out?"
"I think I'm already freaking out."
"OK. OK! ...Here it is... I... I perform... shows for private parties. Exclusive, private parties. I just perform, I'm not a whore. OK? I... I... fuck myself with a dildo." She sat back and folded her arms across her chest. Her cute freckly face tightened into a scared but confrontational scowl.
"While guys watch!?"
She gave me a 'no duh' face.
"Oh fuck Cassie, No!"
She just stared at me.
"Live sex shows?! What the hell are you thinking?! Call whoever you have to call and tell them you're quitting, right fucking now!"
She continued to stare at me for a long time; until I shut up and my breathing returned to normal. Finally, she spoke calmly. "I'm not quitting. I'm not. The money's good. Besides, I like doing it. I like it
a lot
. It... turns me on... you know, sexually."
That knocked the wind out of me. "Wha-what? You
like
degrading yourself for an audience?"
"Let me see if I can explain, OK? Remember after mom died and we lost the house? I was finishing high school in a new district, you were still trying to get your Masters degree and we were both living that tiny apartment?"
"What does that have to..."
'Let me finish! Remember how sometimes you'd accidentally walk in on me while I was..." - she smiled - "you know?"
I knew. I squirmed mentally at my memories of the times in that awful apartment when I'd turn a corner or step through a door to find my 18 year old sister splayed out with her damp fingers tracing complicated patterns up and down her tight, glistening slit. I remembered the times when her eyes opened and she held my glare as I stood there longer than I should, luridly giving over to the instinct to inspect her incredible young body until shame finally forced me to pull my gaze away from the womanly swell of her hips and the pert lilt of her breasts. I remember how she'd watch me retreat, never looking away or displaying the slightest embarrassment. And yet, until just now, she had never once mentioned these episodes. And, of course, I sure as hell hadn't either.
"Uh, yeah, I remember," I said.
"Well, those weren't accidents... well, the first one was, but the look in your eyes as you paused to look me over, holy shit, it was fucking intoxicating. So I started laying sexy traps for you. I'd lay somewhere and finger myself, for hours sometimes, waiting for you to walk in and find me."
"Jesus, Cassie."
"I know, right? I guess I was just figuring out that I like being watched," she said with a shrug. "Sorry to have taken it out on you."
I dropped my face into my hands and sighed.
"So, will you be my bodyguard?" she asked.
"I really don't..."
"It's for college!"
"You really want me to stand there while rich perverts watch you fuck yourself?"
"Well, yeah. That's the job. You just have to enforce two rules: they can't physically touch me and they can't take pictures. If you just stand there looking large and serious they won't even try. It'll be easy."
"I am totally not comfortable with this."
"Maybe it'd be better if you saw my act,"
"Your act?"
"Yeah. That way, when we're working I won't be doing anything you haven't seen before."
"I don't..."
"Oh don't be a baby!" she said as she stood up.
I looked up at her and was unable to ignore the fluid bounce of her breasts straining at the tight fabric of her faded pink tank top, or the smooth expanse of thigh emerging from her tiny white denim shorts. She stood with a hip cocked, inviting my gaze. Once again I was disturbingly reminded of my sister's obvious comfort with her potent sexuality.
"Maybe..." I said.
"No, definitely!" she said. She pulled out her phone and tapped around until she found the song she wanted. "Start this one when I tell you I'm ready," she said, handing it to me before disappearing into the bathroom with a skip.
I sat paralyzed, unable to think because the only thing my mind could process was the mental image of my little sister impaling herself on an oversized phallus while a circle of rich men leered at her and stroked their blue-blooded pricks.
"OK, I'm ready!" she called from the bathroom.
With shaking hands, I synced her phone to my Bluetooth speakers and hit play on the song she'd selected. A subtle and sultry electronica jam began to wash through my apartment.
Cassie stepped into the room. She was wearing minimal make-up and the old floral kimono my ex-girlfriend had never bothered to retrieve. Her wavy blonde hair was done up in twin pig-tails. She looked at me and smiled. Then she laughed.
"Ahem... usually I try to act a little timid when I do this - guys love that - but you look scared enough for both of us, so I'll just be myself."
"What do you usually wear?" I asked, indicating the old kimono.
"School-girl uniform, of course," she said as she untied the sash and let it fall open. The pink folds of her bare snatch hovered before me at eye level. With a quick shrug of her shoulders the robe fell to the floor and she stood before me naked.
"Oh God," I said as I swallowed heavily.
"Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet," she said with a cute smile and a slight laugh.
Her hands began roaming her body as she stepped within a few feet of me. Starting at her hips, her slender fingers traced up along the tight flesh of her abdomen to her chest where she caressed her breasts and teased her nipples. She arched her back as she brought her hands down her torso and slid them between her thighs. As she caressed the ruby-tinged folds of her pussy she slid a finger deep into her sex. Withdrawing it slowly she held it up to display the dampness of her depths and slid it suggestively into her mouth.
"I'm so fucking turned on," she whispered.
"Yeah... I can see that," I said.
"Oops. I almost forgot something," she said, suddenly turning away. With her back to me and her legs parted, she bent at the waist to rummage through her handbag where it lay on the floor. Her tight, shapely ass and fragrantly dewy pussy hovered directly before me.
"Is this part of the act?"
"Actually, yeah," she laughed. "I like to take my time and give my fans a good look", she said with an mischievous smile as she stood up straight with a long, fat and knobby clear-Lucite dildo in her hand. "No one's ever complained before."
"Oh, I wasn't," I said as I plucked at the freshly tight fabric in the front of my shorts. Cassie noticed and treated me to a pleased grin as she started to play with her toy.
As she had done with her fingers, she now roved over her body with the rounded head of the dildo. After rubbing it around her nipples and up and down her tummy, she lifted her left leg to place her foot on the arm of my chair and begin playing the tip of the toy along folds of her glistening labia and around her clit. The tight pink petals of her young flower opened and deepened to a dusky red as they were teased into bloom to hang ripe with wet desire. Soon the clear head of the fat phallus was smeared with her silky juice. She brought it to her mouth where she luridly licked and sucked the shaft, moaning all the while.
Finally, she withdrew the dildo from her mouth with a soft pop, stepped away from me and reached down to pull something else from her bag. "I don't feel like I'm gonna need this right now, but it is part of the act," she said, showing me a tube of lube as she lay down on my couch.
"Oh," I said.
"Why don't you get up and stand close. That's how guys always watch this part, standing right over me. Don't look so scared."
I did as I was told. In a horny daze, I got up and was standing at the edge of the couch, looking down at my kid sister when she squished a healthy dollop of lube between her beautiful breasts and began applying it to the dildo by slowly and lasciviously tit-fucking it. After the shaft and her boobs were thoroughly glazed she dragged it down her body, leaving a shiny, slimy trail to her pussy. After teasing her lips and clit for a bit, she lined it up and slowly began to feed it into herself. Her breath grew rapid and her body writhed as it filled her. Her back arched and she cried out as it reached its maximum penetration. She reopened her eyes to look up at me as she began to let it slowly slide back out.
"It's OK if you want to touch yourself," she said breathlessly as she began to slowly fuck herself..
"What!? I... I..."
"It's OK."
"No... I might, you know..."
She laughed. "Yeah, that's the point. They all do it. They're not allowed to touch me, but jizzing on me doesn't count," she laughed. "Although that costs extra... but not for you."