My Sister Makes Porn, So What Ch. 07

Literotic asexstories – My Sister Makes Porn, So What Ch. 07 by LauraRiceErotica,LauraRiceErotica “Can you bend over a little more?”

“The fuck do you mean, bend over more? My ass is already above my head, how am I supposed to bend over more?”

I sighed, pinching my brow together. Did every porn shoot involve bickering, or was that only when siblings were involved? “Just… reach for your shoes, like you need to fix the strap on your heels.”

Kelly sighed, reaching down and dutifully posing with her fingers resting against the clasp on her heels. Thank goodness her wig was pinned in place, or it would have been all over the floor. Instead, the heavily styled hairpiece framed her face as she looked at the camera, joining her cropped blouse in the land of impossible physics. The blouse just barely covered my sister’s nipples, and thanks to some cleverly placed adhesive, that wouldn’t be changing no matter how much she bent over.

“Perfect, now give me some expressions. Try some frustration, maybe some impatience, like you shouldn’t have to waste your time fixing your shoes.”

“That’ll be easy,” Kelly groaned, but she did as she was asked. Something was still missing though, as I looked through the camera’s viewfinder at my subject. Inspiration struck, and I walked over to her. “Hey, what are you doing?!” Kelly asked, as my fingers found their way around the overly short skirt she was wearing, and I pushed the fabric up my sister’s ass.

“Just, hold that pose a moment longer,” was all the instruction I gave. Perhaps it was the confidence in my voice, perhaps it was something else, but my sister’s protests quickly died down to silence. I smirked, looking at her panties. Right now, they were covering too much of her cheeks, being rather conservative. Considering Kelly had been fixing them every couple of minutes, I had expected this. But it wouldn’t do, not for the scene I had envisioned and needed to create.

In a single smooth motion, I gripped the elastic band of Kelly’s panties and pulled upward. Immediately, the triangle of red cotton was swallowed up into her crack, and both cheeks bounced seductively on display. Kelly, of course, immediately began her protests, starting to stand up to both tell me off and to fix her underwear.

“We aren’t done with that pose, sis.” My voice was cool and controlled, and for a second Kelly seemed to fight an internal battle. I knew I had to tip her over the edge in the direction I wanted, but I wouldn’t have much time. I wound my hand back, landing it clearly on her left ass cheek with a resounding crack.

I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. Kelly froze in position, a stunned and aroused look on her face. She was biting her lip, her eyes going a bit unfocused as she processed what just happened. I crouched down and lined up the shot, making sure to capture both my sister’s lust filled face as well as the glowing red handprint developing on her ass. I took a few extras, just to be sure, enjoying the evolution of my sister’s expressions. Surprise turned to lust, lust turned to desire for more, and desire turned into anger.

She stood, facing me. “How fucking dare you do that!” She cried out, storming toward me. In her heels, she was practically as tall as me, and she made for an intimidating figure approaching. “That really fucking hurt, you know! I… you…” Fire burned in her eyes, and for a moment, I worried I had lost control, that this sweet thing with my sister might be lost to me.

But then, I saw it. As Kelly trailed off, the lust filled her eyes and her hand gently massaged her rear. I took the opening, risking everything in this moment to try and make things right. I stepped forward to meet her, my hand catching Kelly’s chin gently and raising her head to look me in the eyes. I pressed my lips to hers and closed my eyes. For a long moment, it was like kissing a doll – completely unresponsive, and not interested in what was happening.

But Kelly warmed up to me, and before long we were kissing like passionate lovers. I wrapped a hand around her bare waist, pulling her tightly to me, while my other hand snaked upward. My fingers gently cupped my sister’s throat, and she broke the kiss long enough to moan out and nod her consent. Gently I tightened down my grasp, feeling the anatomy of her throat shifting under my touch. Not wanting to end up in the hospital for a crushed windpipe, I shifted my fingers so that I’d merely restrict bloodflow for a brief moment.

Apparently, my sister had a bit of a kink we were discovering. Between the single spank and the light choking, she was plenty turned on and grinding her hips against mine. I opened my eyes, watching her writhe in place against me with her own eyes closed, savoring the fantasy of the moment. I squeezed again, watching as her eyelids fluttered before she pressed her lips to mine.

Kelly drove me back against the bed, forcing me onto my back. Her fingers ran through my hair, gripping tightly as she rode my lap hungrily. I watched as her chest bounced – still covered by the taped on blouse – and I gazed down lower. The skirt had disappeared at some point, nowhere to be found now. All that remained were the red panties she had been wearing, though at this point they resembled little more than a thong. Drawn up between her ass cheeks already, it seemed as though her pussy had eaten the remaining fabric and she was left heavily exposed.

Using the bunched up fabric – and the bulge clearly evident in my pants – Kelly rode my lap, gyrating her hips back and forth. Her moans filled the air as she built up in pleasure. I reached forward, grabbing her throat again and gently squeezing like before. The effect was instantaneous; without hesitation, Kelly started grinding her hips against mine faster. Her moans were muffled, coming out as horny whimpers until finally her entire body locked up and froze atop mine.

For long moments, Kelly just twitched and spasmed, wordlessly moving her mouth as her eyelids fluttered. She seemed lost, disconnected from the world as she experienced her own crescendos of pleasure. Finally, she weakly pawed at her throat, signaling me to let go. As soon as she was free she slumped over onto my chest, before rolling off me and onto her back.

We laid there for long minutes as Kelly recovered from her intense orgasm, while I contemplated whatever just happened. Had Kelly really been taken with lust that suddenly? Just a simple spank and some choking and apparently my sister had just as short a fuse as I did when I kissed her a week ago. I couldn’t believe how hot it was though, and it was totally unlike my sweet big sister to just lose control like that.

Speaking of losing control… we were supposed to be shooting pictures for her profile. I sat up, looking at Kelly. She was still dazed and out of it, so I carefully got off the bed and grabbed the camera. I crouched down, getting a long shot of her body. From this angle, her head was mostly obscured, though she did lazily turn to face me which gave a great view of her glassy eyes. Instead of focusing on her face, though, the rest of her body was on display. Her breasts rested on her chest, displaying beautiful underboob, while her smooth abdomen trailed down toward her hips, where soaked and twisted panties split open her dripping – and twitching – pussy.

I took a few still shots, and then switched the camera to video mode to record a clip of Kelly’s ragged breath. Her chest rose and fell which quivered her breasts, while her heartbeat thundered through her crotch, making her lips – and her semi-covered clit – twitch. After a long few seconds, I stopped the camera and set it aside, kneeling next to Kelly’s head.

She finally seemed to be coming around, and looked up at me with a blush and a pout. “Fuck… I’m sorry…” Her first words were an apology, and it stung to hear. The discomfort lessened a bit though, before I realized that I had said much the same things to her after my own first loss of control. I smiled at my sister, kissing her lips softly. To my pleasant surprise, she returned the gentle kiss.

“It’s ok, sis. Don’t worry about it. I guess that makes us even, huh?” I let out a soft chuckle, and she responded with her own.

“Well… that was an unproductive shoot,” Kelly sighed, looking over at the camera. “Did you get anything usable?”

I tilted my head, grabbing it and turning it back on so that she could look over the pictures I had taken from throughout the shoot, even including the post-orgasm pictures I had gotten up to take. Kelly’s face burned bright red, and her legs crossed with embarrassment. I smiled reassuringly at her, watching her parse through the pictures.

“So… well…” She couldn’t help but to smile, looking up at me. “I guess these are pretty good. Better than anything I’ve taken so far on my own.”

I waved off the compliment, taking the camera back and sitting down at my computer – still in Kelly’s ‘office’ for now. I hooked it up to the computer, downloading the pictures – and singular video – to the desktop before pausing to figure out what to do next. I heard rustling behind me and glanced back to find Kelly fighting with the adhesive covering her chest. She waved me off, and I returned to the computer. Apparently, watching your sister change after you both have orgasmed together was still too far.

First things first. I uploaded all the pictures to KelTheBelle’s profile, making sure only her subscribers would be able to see them. Then I took some of the not-quite-as-juicy ones – ones that I hoped would tempt people into wanting to see more – and added some watermarks that would hopefully point users in the right direction to her paid content.

I sat there, for long moments, contemplating what to do with Kelly’s first ever video clip. It didn’t seem fair to give it away, but I wasn’t sure it was what the fans would want, as is. It finally dawned on me how best to use it. A little video editing later, and it was now a seamless gif of KelTheBelle laying back, recovering from her orgasm. I quickly uploaded it to her paid profile, making it require its own payment of a couple dollars just to view the animated content.

Kelly came up beside me, a hand on my shoulder as she looked over my work. A part of me was disappointed she was dressed normally, though I chided myself for being so focused on her body. I mean, it wasn’t my fault that I literally lived with a pornstar.

Huh, Kelly… a pornstar. I mean, I guess that’s what we were making her into, after all. The thought sat with me strangely. All those people looking at KelTheBelle? It was hot, knowing so many people wanted my sister and only I got her. I turned my head and smiled at my sister, and she smiled back. Then, she gestured at the screen and I followed her gaze.

It was a notification. I clicked it without thinking, looking at the post the comment was tied to. It was the picture I had taken of Kelly after smacking her on the ass, her gaze hungry for whoever did it… for me. Apparently, our early commenter had noticed that she wasn’t just looking at the camera, but slightly off from it… and that the handprint wasn’t lined up right for KelTheBelle to have smacked herself.

This led to a simple question, repeated by the multiple comments we started to get:

“Whose handprint was that?”

I gulped, looking at my sister. It’s not like she could tell them, “Hey, yeah, my brother is my photographer now and sometimes things get a little hot and heavy between us.” She just chuckled, shaking her head. “Well,” she finally answered, “I guess we’ll just have to tease them more with this mystery…”