Still, the notion was weird. I appreciated how up-front she was being about it, but still weird. I wasn't sure how to proceed.
"...And yeah, the whole thing... Start to finish." She dropped eye contact again, hesitantly glancing down at my crotch. I followed her glance down and quickly adjusted myself. I had unknowingly acquired a slight chubby. The "trapdoor" in the front of my boxers was barely split, revealing just the slightest bit of pink skin at the side of my cock.
At that sight she quickly stood up and started awkwardly making her way to the door, leaving her phone behind.
"So yeah just... let me know when I can come get my phone..." She stammered, slipping through my door quickly and closing it behind her.
I was stunned. I sat slack-jawed and staring at her phone. I still had so many questions.
I reached over to my bed and carefully picked her pink-cased phone up, fingering the extruded mirror-like rhinestones and internally mocking her girlishness. It was a generation newer than mine, but still the same basic operating system. Besides, she already had it on video mode. I toyed with the notion briefly, but reluctantly decided I would respect her privacy and not go through her texts, as juicy as they may be. I could probably drag up all kinds of dirt on her with their contents, but I somehow felt our relationship was taking a turn. With the brief conversation we just had, we basically went into business together. We virtually signed a verbal contract, and I planned to adhere to the associated business acumen that was inherently attached.
After several minutes of internal discussion, weighing all possibilities, pros, cons, outcomes and consequences, I decided I had to come to a conclusion. I was entirely sure that whoever viewed this video would know it was me, as I was sure Amber bragged to their entire circle of friends that she made my "horse cock" (as she coined it) shoot all over the place without even touching it. A week ago I was sure she would have told the story laden with mockery and insults, but I felt as though she gained a newfound respect for me after those few minutes in my sister's room with her. I felt like I was somehow gradually becoming remotely indoctrinated into their circle of friends. Even though they were only using my "Product" as a skincare supplement, they clearly knew where it was coming from, and as Amber so affectionately put it: They needed me. Also, it made sense. If I was spending $100 on something, I'd like to know it was authentic.
The thought of these bangin' bitches rubbing my cum all over their faces and bodies also served to push my decision making process in the right direction. I imagined my sister showing the video to Connie and Jessica. They moaned and mewled, grinding their thighs together as they watched me stroke my veiny cock through Jenn's phone screen. I imagined Connie spilling the contents of a warm bottle over Jessica's face and smearing it into her skin. Then Jenn sexily lapping up the thick liquid from Jessica's face with her tongue. Ok that part was unrealistic, but I figured Jenn needed her phone back soon and I needed my imagination to get me into the mood.
I looked down. My cock was slowly snaking its way down my boxer leg, gradually swelling at the thought of my sister licking cum off of her friends faces. I absentmindedly reached down and grazed my finger across the sensitive underside gently. It throbbed at the feeling and continued to reach down my thigh. I glanced over at the phone in my other hand. It was still in video mode.
I pretended Jenn hadn't left the room after all. That she stayed. That she wanted to help. I imagined her leaning over, her tits hanging heavily in her tight shirt, straining the material, and slid her finger across the underside of my cock. She petted it gently, coaxing it to hardness so I could fulfill her task. I moaned softly, relishing the feeling of my sister's delicate fingers toying my swelling cock shaft. It continued to grow with my quickening heartbeat until the throbbing tip grew past the leg of my boxers and peeked from under the hem. It was already beginning to leak. One warm drop of precum was welling up at the slit in the tip. I wanted to squeeze it and milk a big drop of precum from the shaft and let it drip onto my thigh, but I wanted Jenn's friends to see too. I looked over at the phone and prepared to hit the record button.
Shit. It went into standby mode. I waited too long to activate the video. I quickly hit the button on the bottom to wake it back up, but was presented with a lock screen.
"Fuck me" I cursed myself quietly. I let the screen lock. What the fuck could I do at that point other than...
"Jenn!" I yelled through the wall, hoping she could hear me. "Jenn come here real quick!"
A moment later my door slowly clicked open and my sister's head popped around the edge hesitantly.
"What's up?" She squeaked cutely.
"Your phone locked" I said as I held the phone out to her.
"oh shit" She snaked in past the door and clicked it behind her.
She reached out and took the phone from me, glancing down at my obscene tent. The shape of my engorged shaft was very apparent through my boxers and the tip was barely visible poking out of the bottom of the left leg. A string of precum connected the slit in the tip to the forming puddle on my thigh.
Her gaze lingered only a moment too long to hide her furtive glance, but I pretended not to notice. What usually takes 2 seconds ended up taking much longer than usual as she stumbled through unlocking her phone. Her first attempt failed, she fat fingered it. Her fingers were trembling. I heard a quiet *click* as apparently the code went through finally. She hesitated with phone in hand.
"Is it unlocked?" I inquired tentatively.
Silence.
She had the phone pointed straight at my now-dripping and swollen cock head, throbbing against the material of my boxers. She just stood, fixated on it with a glossed over expression. I took her silence as reluctance to acknowledge what was happening. I supposed as long as she was looking at my cock through the vision of the phone camera only, her mind could reject the gravity of what she was actually looking at.
I was also attempting to rationalize the situation. I was still staring at the phone, almost convincing myself that I was still waiting for her to unlock it. After several seconds of silence, I glanced up into her eyes, inquiring her intentions. She remained fixated on her phone, refusing to look back at me as if it would break the invisible boundary formed between us by the high-res screen of her cell phone.
The tension in the room should have served to deflate my patient member, but it continued to strain down my boxer leg. As my cock grew further, the hem of my boxers rolled back over the large ridge of the circumcised tip, revealing the entire dripping head to my sister's viewfinder. It was visibly throbbing and twitching to my beautiful sister's gaze. I could just barely hear her breath catch as it drooled a fresh flow of precum onto my thigh.
It was aching. I needed to do something. I wasn't sure how far she would let this go, so I was careful with my actions. I reached down and seized the boxer-clad shaft with the tips of my fingers and very slowly slid my hand up and down the length, bumping my fingers into the defined ridge at the base of the head at each stroke. A few moments of this and my sister remained statuesque and fixated on her phone. I took it as an invitation to continue. On my next upstroke, I squeezed gently at the top of my shaft causing a thick, copious bead of precum to irrupt from the slit and run down my thigh. My eyes were still on my sister's face, hoping she would meet my gaze eventually. As my precum began overflowing down the side of my thigh, threatening to drip onto my hardwood floor, I caught my sister's wet tongue slither from her lips and drag luxuriously across her bottom lip, wetting it with her saliva.
I took this as further invitation to continue, although a quiet understanding was made between us. She was merely looking at her phone. What she was looking at, I would pretend not to care and I would inquire further no more except to be met by silent denial.
I gripped the hem of my boxers with both hands on either side of my oozing cock and slowly began dragging the material back, exposing more of my blood-engorged shaft to my sister's phone. It twitched repeatedly as the dragging material sent delicate sensations up the shaft and into my aching groin. I stopped when the material was bunched up at the top of my thigh as high as it would go and my balls lazily fell from the pant leg onto my cold leather chair. I listened intently as my sister's breath quickened. Her phone quivered. She was having trouble maintaining a grip on it.
Without the confines of my boxers, my taut shaft raised itself up dubiously, oozing precum down it's length which carelessly traced the paths of my extruding veins. Jenn had a nearly panicked look in her eyes as she moved the camera back a few inches in fear that the soaked head may come into contact with it and smear a streak of precum across her precious case. I looked into her eyes with pride as I displayed my obscene member to her. It bobbed and jerked at each of my labored heartbeats and her slightly alarmed expression only served to grow my boldness and confidence.
I was still careful not to break our understanding. I stayed silent as I reached my hand up slowly. I used my fingertips to spread the appalling amount of precum that was expelling from the tip across the head and around the pronounced ridge. I wet my fingers with it and gently wrapped a few dripping fingers around the shaft, just under the head, squeezing gently and milking more of the sweet liquid from the slit. Her nipples hardened shamelessly against the thin material of her tee and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, gripping it with her teeth as she watched me expectantly.
As my gaze brazenly caressed her heaving tits and beautiful face, I began to slowly pump the head of my cock with my precum slickened hand. A faint squelching sound could be heard throughout the room with each wet pump. She gently quivered at her core as if a chill had passed through her. She was reacting to my cock just like her slutty friend Amber did, with reverence. I watched her attempt with her entire being not to display outwardly the feelings she was having towards her brother's cock at that moment, but the autonomous actions of her trembling body made it fairly obvious what she was feeling. I became bolder, but chose my words and actions carefully as to keep the charade going.
