My name is Connor. My mom told me that she named me Connor because she hates nicknames and figured that no one could possibly give me a nickname with a name like Connor. Of course that presumed that I didn't acquire a nickname like Buddy or Buster or Scooter like so often happens in the South. But, we didn't live in the south and I survived my youth as just Connor to my mother's relief. As I write this, I am eighteen and a senior in the public high school. I am socially awkward; at least by the standard set by my older sister. I'm tall and lean and decent looking, I think, but girls don't gravitate my way. Confidence or lack thereof is the problem I guess. I get good grades and despite being a good athlete I'm considered to be a nerd. I have dated a few girls but never had sex other than with my hand, which I do often.
My mom, Rachel, is thirty-eight and is absolutely gorgeous. Her heritage is Indian (from India). She has full wavy black hair that she wears long, down to her mid-back. Her light olive complexion is like a permanent tan. Her large, dark brown eyes are intoxicating. She has always maintained her incredible figure. My friends call her a MILF. My familiarity with porn internet sites taught me what that acronym meant and while I was insulted for my mom I couldn't disagree. I just asked that they not make that reference to her when I am around.
My dad, Michael, is also thirty-eight. He is tall and athletic. He met my mom in high school. He played basketball and mom was a cheerleader. He apparently never had the lack of confidence problem. Mom was pregnant with my sister during their senior year and they got married that summer after graduation. Dad worked two jobs at first and mom worked one. He finally got an opportunity in a technology company as a technician and he stopped working the second job. He realized right away that he had a knack for the technology stuff but he wasn't going to go anywhere without a degree so he slogged his way through eight years of night school to get his engineering degree. His career took off after that and my mom stopped working and became a 'stay-at-home' mom. He must be doing quite well based on the house we live in and the top end cars we all drive.
My sister, Ciara, is twenty. She attends the local community college and lives at home. She looks very much like my mom. In fact many people think they are sisters. She has the same full, wavy, jet black hair that inspired my mom to choose the name Ciara, which is an Irish name that means 'black as a raven'. Her skin is a little lighter than mom's but her eyes are sky-blue, like dad's and mine. That combination of thick, black, wavy hair and the bright blue eyes is stunning. She looks like a younger, dark haired Meagan Kelly on Fox News. It's no wonder why Ciara was the most popular girl in our high school. Her figure is at least as incredible as mom's. Ciara's breasts are a little larger. Her waist and hips is a little trimmer and her legs seem to go on forever as she is significantly taller than mom. Her total package is better than anything I've ever seen on the porno sites and to say the least, after getting over the fact that she is my pain-in-the-ass older sister, Ciara is now my favorite vision to jerk off to when a computer isn't handy.
Ciara is sexually active and has been for a couple years that I know of. I only know that because her bedroom abuts mine one floor up and at the opposite end of the house from my parent's bedroom. My walk-in closet is the only thing that separates our rooms. I discovered by accident one evening when our parents were out that Ciara had her boyfriend in her room. I could hear strange noises while I was doing my homework. I followed the noises into my closet and with my ear against the adjoining wall I could hear moans and groans and slurping and skin slapping just like on the porno sites I frequented. I jerked myself off three times as a stood there and listened. I know it was wrong to be listening but I was sixteen then and nothing was going to tear me away from that wall. I only wished that I could see as well as hear.
I listened at that wall for a year as Ciara "entertained" numerous boyfriends before I got up the nerve to form a plan that had been building in my mind ever since that first night. I had already perused her bedroom which was papered with multiple colored shapes like the art-deco of the 1930's. Drilling a hole in that collage of shapes would be easy. Then I noticed that there was a heating and air conditioning vent above the door to her private bathroom. I had been watching the TV series "Homeland" and remembered how the CIA guys put video cameras and microphones in the vents. I research such things on line and purchased one. There was no way to get power to it so I got a battery powered wifi HD camera with microphone included. I couldn't believe how small the thing was.
One day I faked being ill so I could stay home and execute my plan. I knew my mom had a hair appointment and as soon as she left I carried my already collected tools and camera kit into Ciara's bedroom. I stood on a step stool and removed the vent cover. Only two screws held it in place. I secured the camera to the cover so the camera would have a good view and angled it down to see as much of her room as possible. I pushed the vent back in place and stepped down. I walked all around her room looking at the vent to see if anything showed. I replaced the screws.
The set up to receive the camera and microphone signals on my computer was the hard part and it took me a couple hours to get it working. When the view of Ciara's bedroom finally came up on my screen I was amazed at the quality of the image. I could see a high angle view of most of her room and all of her bed. I was in business. My big head was feeling guilty but on this endeavor my little head was in charge and to prove it I got an instant hard-on just imaging what I was going to see. I jerked myself off and then put all the tools away and made sure I had cleaned up below the vent. I was good to go.
Mom and Dad almost always went out on Wednesday nights. They belonged to a 'club' they said. They never said anything more about the 'club' and I never asked. Ciara 'entertained' her boyfriends in her room on Wednesday nights and she threatened me with instant death if I ever said anything about it to Mom and Dad. I was cool with it. After all, I was being entertained too.
The first Wednesday after installing the camera my two heads wrestled back and forth on whether or not I could activate the camera and watch. My big head had actually won out until the moans and groans started. My little head took over after that and my computer screen came to life with the real time pornography being displayed from Ciara's room. After that there were no more internal conflicts. I was hooked. I recorded every second and decided that I needed to buy a multiple terabyte hard-drive to save it all.
By the time I began watching that first night Ciara and her boyfriend were already naked. My cock was as hard as the boyfriend's. Ciara was back to the camera with her arms around his neck. They were kissing passionately. I could see her mashed side-tit pressed hard against his chest. She was a couple inches taller than him and his cock was sticking up between Ciara's legs and bouncing off her ass. 'Jesus, what a fantastic ass,' I thought.
The guy started withdrawing his cock and started dry-humping her. She was moaning loudly as his cock raked over her clit as it moved back and forth. I could see her bite his lip and he pulled his head back. He said, "OWW" and touched his lip to see if it was bleeding. She was giggling and then pushed her face back into his. He started dry-humping her again. The sound was a little tinny but it was fine.
After a minute or so of this Ciara pulled back and slowly dropped to her knees kissing his chest and stomach and groin as she went. She never broke eye contact with him and he watched her as she went down. She wrapped her right hand around his rigid cock and started slowly jerking him off. His head tilted back and a loud groan escaped his throat. Ciara was sitting on her heels as she fed his cock into her mouth. Her hand continued as before as she fed more and more of him into her mouth displacing her hand as she went.
All I could see was the back of Ciara's head bouncing on his groin until as if on cue the guy turned nearly ninety degrees so he could watch Ciara giving him a blowjob in the full length mirror on the wall. The move allowed me to watch his dick appearing and disappearing into Ciara's mouth. That was all I could take as I blew a load into several tissues I had in my left hand. The guy was doing pretty well until Ciara began deep-throating him. That brought my dick up to full size immediately. She had a slight smile on her face and still had never broken eye contact. She could apparently tell he was about to shoot his load and she pulled her head back and off his dick. She continued jacking him off as she aimed his shaft down to her chest as he shot gobs and gobs of thick, white cum all over her tits and then back up to her face. She had her mouth open to catch some of it. She rolled his cum around in her mouth and then pushed it back out over her closed lips so that it dripped down her chin to her crotch. My hand was a blur on my shaft. 'I should slow down. This is far from over', I thought.
Ciara stuck the guy's softening dick back in her mouth to clean it. As she licked all around to collect any stray cum it obviously brought him back to life. When she pulled her head back his cock sprang out of her mouth and hit the end of her nose. She giggled and began kissing her way back up his torso. When she was standing again she pushed his cock down between her legs again and kissed him hard on the lips before stepping back. She smiled at him and wagged her index finger for him to follow.
He didn't hesitate as Ciara climbed onto her bed on her back and spread her legs. I could now see that she was hairless down there. Her tits fell slightly on either side. They were huge. Her dark areolas and stiff nipples took all my attention as the guy climbed on the bed with his knees between her thighs. He leaned forward as he guided his stiff cock toward her pussy with his hand. Ciara pushed him away. She said, "You wait one minute there buster. It's my turn. Get your face down there", as she pointed toward her crotch, "and give me some head too."
He hesitated as he was obviously contemplating whether he wanted to eat her pussy or not. She noted his hesitation and cocked her head as he glanced down at her crotch. I was familiar with her cocked head pose and I knew all hell was about to break loose. She sprang out from under him and slapped him hard across the face and then across his dick. It sagged instantly. Ciara pushed him off the bed and he landed on the carpet with a crash that I could hear without the microphone.
I sprang out my chair and started for the door before I realized I still had my cock in my hand and the computer screen was still on. I shut off the monitor and shoved my still hard cock back in my gym shorts and ran out of my room to her door. I knocked quickly twice and threw open the door to find Ciara naked kneeling on her bed screaming at the guy on the floor to get out. When I burst in she covered her tits with her arm and began yelling at me to get out too. I instinctively looked away and hemmed and hawed as I explained that I thought she was in trouble. I turned and left and closed her door. The guy was only a few seconds behind me carrying his clothes in his hands. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and put his clothes back on and I stood at the top of the stairs until the back door slammed shut as he left.
I went back to my room and shut the door. I turned off the video session and shut down the application before loading one of my homework apps. All was quiet.
