Finally! It was Saturday morning and my parents just left for a week-long, Summer vacation, leaving the house to my nineteen-year-old sister and me. They wanted some time alone this time, so we kids weren't even invited. Not that it was a big deal in the long run. I loved having a week to relax and do whatever I wanted. The only rule my parents left us with was that we could NOT have a party at the house.
It was 10am and I was just getting dressed to start the day, thinking about what I was planning on doing for the next week. I'd just buttoned and zipped up my pants when my sister, Emmanuelle, came barging in.
"Geez, excuse you!" It was so annoying that she always just barged in. She never knocked! Without hearing me... or likely without caring about what I said, she came in and sat on my bed. "Hey! What's up oh annoying one?"
"Mom and Dad just left for their little vacation so we have the whole house to ourselves," she said excitedly.
"Ok... thanks for the announcement." I pulled my t-shirt over my head and slid my fingers through my hair. "But, hey, I'm in charge and there will be no parties like last time." Last time, she had ten friends over and they practically trashed the place. We were both grounded for a month... even though I was twenty at the time. 'While you live under this roof...' yadda, yadda...
"Look, I am here to cash in on a favor, but a party is not what I want."
That was promising. Maybe she'd learned her lesson. "A favor? Ok... what is it?"
"You... uh... might want to sit down for this."
I looked at her suspiciously. What did she have up her sleeve? I sat at the head of the bed, while she was sitting at the foot. "Uhhh... ok... what's up?
"Ok... first you have to understand the predicament I'm in."
Everything Emmanuelle said ended up having to be this big, elaborate story. She never could just cut to the chase. "Alright, what now?" I was a bit annoyed, as you can believe. I was really wanting to just get out and about for a while.
"As you know, last summer when I broke up with my boyfriend, Amber decided to get a new boyfriend... and he's good looking, charming, has a great job, drives a nice car, and she just goes on and on and on and on about how amazing he is. Well, she ended up losing her virginity to him."
Go figure, I thought. What in the hell does this have to do with me? "Ok..." I shook my head, anxious for her to just cut to the chase.
"I swear the only reason she keeps rubbing it into my face is because I don't have a boyfriend any more."
"Ok... so... focus, will you? Where are you going with this?" While I was annoyed with her, I couldn't deny how beautiful she was. Her hair and makeup, as always, were perfect. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jean shorts. And the shirt was thin enough that I could see the outline of her bra beneath it. She had impressive breasts, which I'd seen behind her bikini many times. And if I really admitted it, a vision I'd beat off to many times.
"Well... I kinda told her that I have a new boyfriend, too."
"Do you?"
"No... I lied, ok?"
"You lied?" As in, why would you lie about that?
"It was just a little white lie at first. I just wanted to keep up with her. Eventually she was asking about double dates and I've been wiggling my way out of it."
This was truly making no sense to me. What in the world did she need me for? "Yeah... but Amber knows that I'm your brother, so... you can't pass me off as your boyfriend."
She shook her head, smiling just a little. "No, that's not what I'm getting at, but you are going to help me out."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Ok, so, Amber sent me this blowjob video that she made with her new boyfriend, no doubt to show me her sexual prowess. So obviously I got annoyed and I kinda uploaded it and sent it to a bunch of people." She looked at me as if she was embarrassed, but that that wasn't the worst part.
That was a complete shock! I had no idea she could do something like that. "Emmanuelle! That's like really mean. Why did you do that?"
"Well, it didn't work the way I thought it was going to. She's even more famous now. Fuck, everyone saw it, even Coach Michaels. They're all treating her like some celebrity. So Coach Michaels heard me talking to Amber about how my blowjob skills are not so amateurish and he came up and asked us if we wanted to do a private competition."
I was shocked and a bit concerned. A coach at the college would say something like that to a student? "Coach Michaels said that? What a fucking pervert!"
"He is a pervert for sure. We all know that. Basically he wants us both to make a blowjob video and he and a few of his friends would vote who was the best. He said he'd give the winner $300! $300!!"
I shook my head. The things she does for a few bucks... all to save her ego. "And what does this all have to do with me. Don't tell me you're gonna bring some guy here and make a porno this week."
"No. The point is, I don't have a boyfriend to make a blowjob video with. There's not even anyone I'm remotely interested in. So... I just need to borrow your penis for a little bit. You just have to lay down and record with my phone."
Now I was in complete shock. Did she just...? She wants me to...? And she'll...? I suddenly felt very, very confined in my jeans. My cock was instantly hard as I imagined the possibilities. I think my mouth was open, too. I can imagine I looked pretty dumb.
"Well?" she asked.
I blinked and pinched myself on my thigh, just to make sure I wasn't dreaming this. My gorgeous, younger sister was actually wanting me to help her... by laying back and letting her give me a blowjob... and... film it? Tell me these things happen in real life.
"You've like... done this?"
"What? Sucked a guy off? Yeah, a couple times. Geez... I'm not a complete virgin you know. I just haven't... you know... gone all the way yet."