That summer was a blur. We tried to spend all of our free time making amateur porn, but about half the time we got too into it before turning the camera on. We had amassed a modest following in the incest role play porn community, but chickened out on actually spelling out that we were really related.
A few months in, we had a meeting with her parole officer about her ankle bracelet. To be honest, I wasn't stoked about the idea of it coming off, I was already getting jealous of how much more freedom she would have. It was selfish, I was worried that she wouldn't need me anymore and might just bail. On the other hand, her ankle monitor made shooting with her difficult. No one wants to see a gps ankle bracelet in their porno.
The parole meeting went well, it was clear she was making behavioral progress and she hadn't broken the rules. She was granted removal of the bracelet on the condition that she still live away from my parent's neighborhood, which was no problem for us. The parole officer was worried that her old friends were a corrupting influence on her, and thought her relocation was a major factor in her success. I winced when the word corruption was brought up, I still occasionally felt pangs of guilt about how I might be taking advantage of her condition. Those feelings were more than outweighed by how often she was hounding me to just plow her one more time, or order viagra so we could marathon fuck.
I wasn't quite to the point of ordering viagra, but she was definitely wearing me down.
On the drive home, she grinned at me as she pulled our camera out of her backpack, surprising me.
"Let's stop at a Denny's," she insisted
"You're free from gps monitoring and the first place you want to go is DENNY'S?" I said while laughing.
"Just take me, I have an idea," she replied, unphased by my laughter.
She gripped my cock through my pants, and while I wasn't complaining, I felt like she definitely had a sketchy idea in mind.
We were seated quickly, it was between the lunch and dinner rushes so the place was mostly empty. The hostess let us pick any table we wanted, and my sister picked the biggest corner booth, one definitely more suited for a party of 8.
I ordered a breakfast burrito, but my sister only got herself a milkshake. As the waitress turned to leave, my sister hopped up, making a big and obvious show of going to the bathroom.
I watched her walk toward the bathroom, but as soon as the waitress rounded the corner into the kitchen she dove right back. Instead of sliding back into her seat she crawled right under the table, hiding herself toward the back.
I felt the camera being set down on the seat next to me, but I did my best to ignore it. My dick was already getting hard in anticipation when I felt her delicate hands slowly and silently pull my zipper down.
I was surprised she had enough room down there, but apparently she was making due. The waitress returned with our food as she swirled her tongue around the head of my clock for the first time, almost like she had timed it.
"Can I get you anything else? More napkins, hot sauce?" asked the waitress, seemingly hesitating because my sister had disappeared.
"No worries, I think we're all good," I said back with a smile. It felt like my whole body was smiling at her. In that moment it didn't matter that we were in a Denny's in the middle of the day, my sister knew how to work my cock better than I had ever even dreamed possible.
She was going slow, focusing mostly on worshiping the head of my cock, but the situation was getting to me. The waitress had left, and I was almost finished with my burrito when I saw her start to approach again. My sister's milkshake sat untouched across from me on the table.
I took a big bite as she came closer, finishing the last of my food.
"Is everything ok?" she asked, nodding towards the milkshake as she spoke.
Seemingly excited by the added danger, my sister took me deep in her mouth, sucking gently as her throat muscles squeezed me.
"Oh yeah, no worries," I quickly replied, "she just had to take care of something big really quick."
I was glad I was able to think on my feet, but also disappointed in myself at the cheesy ass line.
My sister backed off until just the tip was in her mouth, and gently started to tongue the underside of my head. She knew exactly how to push my buttons.
The waitress leaned in to clear my plate, then hesitated.
"Can I- are you finished?" she questioned, seemingly unsure of herself about clearing plates before one person even started eating.
I knew I was close, and so did my beautiful sister. She started to drag her lips along the head, leaving a wet trail as she furiously tongued the underside as quietly as she could manage.
"Come again?" I asked, pretending to not have understood her question.
"Are you finished?" She repeated more confidently, and before she finished her question I had started to cum.
