My introduction to the wonderful world of pornography came when I was spending a weeks holiday with my cool uncle Jack. With Jack out I took the chance to rummage through his cupboards and came across a copy of Playboy. I was instantly hooked. The sight of female flesh quickly became like a drug to me. Though young, I began to find ways of obtaining porn and collecting and stashing it. My tastes developed as I grew older, topless soft-core gave way to full frontal to hardcore, to full penetration (what an afternoon that was!) to increasingly bizarre stuff like BDSM and watersports. By the age of 19 I had a fair collection stored secretly in my room at home and my addiction, to be fair was paramount in my life.
I was still living at home with my parents and sister, Lee. We lived on a farm twenty minutes from the city and lived a quiet, lonely existence most of the time. But my lack of friends was covered by my obsession with porn. While my classmates lusted after the likes of Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera and Jennifer Lopez, my fantasy females were Jenna Jameson, Jill Kelly and Tera Patrick.
My father ran his farm well and I helped out when not at college while my mother was a school teacher and my older sister worked in a bar. In truth I didn't pay a huge amount of attention to the twists and turns of my older sister's life. She was 25 and had had almost as many jobs as boyfriends (and she had had a lot of guys from all that my mum and dad complained).
Anyway, that's enough with history, to the present where my parents were on a weeks holiday with my dads sister in Canada and me and Lee are left together to keep everything ticking over. A recipe for disaster that saw our parents call at least four times a day to check up on us. Saturday afternoon and Lee was in town at her job until midnight so with the place to myself what was I to do? Easy. I got out the porn and got to jerking off over a collection of my favourite pictures. It was a hot, sweaty day and in no danger of being interrupted I stripped naked and spread the magazines out in a fan before me, with me kneeling at the centre of the filth, cock in my hand slowly teasing it to life.
I squeezed my eyes tight so that I could barely see the images of hardcore pornography before me and floated away to a place where, in my mind the naked women came to life and rather than my hand it was theirs that stroked my throbbing, growing cock. Being in that world of my own I failed to hear a car draw up in the yard, failed to hear the front door and failed to hear my big sister storm along the corridor and stop in amazement in front of my wide open bedroom door.
To be honest I don't know how long she spent watching me jerk off like that, I only became aware of her being there when I heard her hand slip on the frame - she had been leaning against it apparently most interested in what her younger brother was into. What a sight I must have been, stark naked, on my knees with a eight inch hard cock resting in my tightly gripped right hand surrounded by images of porn.
We stayed like that, staring at each other, for what seemed the longest time. The silence and the stifling humidity of the day were unpleasantly oppressive and I considered making the first move, either physically or verbally, but I couldn't. There really was no hiding exactly what I had been doing, my mind raced for some explanation I could proffer that would even have a faint plausibility but I could think of none. While we were caught in this eternal stare I was struck by how similar Lee looked to me in so many ways. Both of us had short dark brown hair and cloudy, hazel eyes set in a soft face. We were each quite short; I was 5'8" while Lee could only be 5'5" max, both on slim bodies. Despite what could be termed that 'boyish' description, Lee was also desperately feminine in other ways. Her short hair seemed to lie carelessly atop her head yet the effect was disconcerting and attractive. She also had the most wide open, appealing, pair of eyes imaginable and long lashes that fluttered around them. All this was in a small, well proportioned round face, nicely tanned.
She was dressed in her work clothes for the bar (she told me later that she was back early because she had just managed the double whammy of splitting up with her latest boyfriend and losing her job in the same day). She had on her favourite light brown, leather cowboy boots, a short denim skirt and a tight, white blouse. At that moment, despite my plight, I was struck that maybe my concepts of beautifulness and sexiness were not necessarily accurate. My image had been shaped by the magazines and videos that I had been so addicted to. Plastic and peroxide were my dream qualities in a woman. This was indeed a strange time to realise how wrong I could be.
Finally, Lee broke our impasse by stepping forward and into my room. It was not a big step but I knew it was significant. She could have stepped back and walked on, pretending this incident hadn't happened, it wouldn't have been easy but she could have done it. Instead she came towards me, she wasn't about to forget about it. My heart pounded even harder than before. She made it to the far edge of the fan of magazines and pictures before stopping and breaking eye contact with me to closer examine the material at her feet before speaking to me.
"So this is what you're into is it?".
She spoke in a strange voice, I had expected anger or scorn, and they were both there but really it was more like she was talking to herself and considering the whole thin as if I wasn't even there. But that really made sense, for being brother and sister we were not especially close as I grew up. There was the age difference for one thing and I guess in our own way we were selfish people, wrapped up in our own things, too busy to pay too much attention to our sibling.
Her voice seemed to break the trance I had been stuck in and mumbling unidentifiably I got up, covered my crotch inadequately with my hands and backed toward my pile of clothes determined to get dressed as quickly as I could.
"Stop! You just stay as you were little brother. Don't even think of arguing or you'll be in so much trouble."
Knowing she was right and also a little intimidated of the voice and attitude she was displaying I did just as she ordered and sank to my knees at the centre of the gallery of pornographic images before me. A gallery that Lee was now squatting before and studying intently. A gallery of depravity that showed: A huge breasted blonde sucking a massive cock half way down her throat; another blonde with a black cocks in her mouth, her ass and her pussy; a teenager with several loads of cum dumped on her smiling face; a guy trussed up and being stepped on by a jack-booted woman; a guy being fucked in the ass by a woman with a strap-on; a fake picture of a celebrity being fucked in a prison.
A minute of silence passed and I wondered how Lee would react to this, as if reading my thoughts she turned towards me and I was surprised to find not disgust on her face but something else, something I just couldn't place.
"So this stuff turns you on does it? Don't lie, I saw you before tossing off over this. I guess this explains why you've never had a girlfriend, eh? (it was true I hadn't and it was the reason) How much more have you got?"
I tried to deny anything else but she obviously read the lie in my face and it didn't take long for me to be hauling up my carpet, lifting the loose floorboards and hauling out my stash of porn that I had gathered over the years. I noticed that Lee was flushed and flustered and I assumed she was considering just how she would deal with this and what she would tell mom and dad.
In truth my situation did not seem to improve as she hauled open the box of delights as I stood on, naked and impotent to prevent her discovering the depths of my fantasies. She whistled at the large number of hardcore DVD's and videos she revealed, followed by an extensive collection of varied magazines but it was the items she discovered at the bottom of the box that intrigued her more than anything.
My face burned with shame as she pulled out a bright orange ball gag, followed by a little cock whip and finally a long, thin vibrator. I had bought all these items from a magazine some months ago.
