All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.
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The front door slammed shut and I was cut off from the bitter early-November chill. My eyes immediately darted to the clock on the kitchen wall. Half an hour till Mom got back from work. That was more than enough time.
Life as a high-school senior was tough enough without the incessant horniness that comes along with being a teenage male. I was stressed out all the time about classes, how I did on midterms, trying to maintain some form of social life, and of course college applications. Then of course I feel like I've got to jerk off every day, and that takes time out of my day, which just leaves me more stressed.
I had actually read a study a while ago that people should masturbate three times a day to mitigate stress levels and maximize relaxation and subsequent productivity. I had no clue if it was true, but if God came down and asked me why I "sinned" into tissues so much, that was going to be my answer.
It didn't help that I was still a virgin. I had a girlfriend, Jenny, for over six months during sophomore year, and thought she might have been the real deal. We kissed and got to second base, but nothing further under a supposedly mutual agreement to take things slow. Then of course half the school saw her blowing a wide receiver under the stairs, and that relationship was over.
I didn't feel the urge to date for a while after that, which probably tanked my chances. I was reasonably intelligent and considered myself rather charming and polite. I wasn't George Clooney or anything, but I thought I was a pretty attractive guy too.
My brown hair was very fine and soft, cut short on the sides, fading up to longer at the top. I was a tad over 5'10", and about 160 lbs. A decent amount of that was muscle, after dad convinced me working out would take my mind off Jenny. I only went sparingly now, but enough to not be ashamed at pool parties at least. Now that I regularly shaved my patchy neck/chin beard, people could actually see my chiseled jaw line, and my small nose and big green eyes capped off my pleasant, albeit somewhat plain appearance.
But of course by the time I was ready for dating again, all of the pretty or smart girls were taken, and I wasn't left with much. Since then, there had been a couple fleeting things, but nothing serious. It was just me and my hand for now.
But whatever. I couldn't worry about dating or relationships right now. I bolted up to my room. My backpack and pants dropped to the floor, I grabbed my ipad, and lay down in bed.
I didn't have the time or patience for anything super satisfying today, so just a quick wank, as the Brits would say. I always liked that term. It sounds so cheeky almost, and very apropos to the act itself.
I quickly found a compilation video of blowjobs and started jerking off. I always loved the idea of blowjobs (and eating pussy too for that matter), perhaps even more than actual sex. Knowing that your partner wanted to please you that much and completely fulfill your desires with their mouth and tongue was incredible. Plus, you could look right down at the girl and see her staring right back up at you.
It didn't take long for me to come close to a climax. I wasn't trying to hold back after all. Most of the girls in the video were swallowing, which was admittedly hot. I, however, preferred facials. It just seemed so much hotter for a girl to wear the evidence of her hard work.
My dick was leaking pre-cum out, and I rubbed it into my shaft, making my hand slide faster. I felt my shaft throb and my muscles begin to tighten. I watched as another pornstar, a pretty asian girl with long black hair, opened her mouth to show the load of cum resting on her tongue.
The video switched to a different scene, and my eyes nearly bugged out of my head.
The guy was standing up, the girl down on her knees in front of him. The angle of the camera was positioned so you were looking right down on the girl from atop, granting a great view of her face and backside. She had the guy's whole length in her mouth and was using her hands on his butt to pull him further into her. The most perfect pair of plump red blowjob lips were wrapped around the very base of the dude's cock.
Adorning the rest of her face was a small button nose, soft and rosy cheeks, and the most cute and innocent looking expression you could imagine. The glint of a nose stud and a tattoo of a flock of birds on her shoulder blade stood out on her otherwise flawless skin. Long, straight locks of natural light-blonde hair framed her face, tapering to an end below her shoulders. A pair of big, dazzling blue eyes stared back into the camera, right at me. The girl was my sister Jessica.
Jess was 3 years older than me, 21 now. She was a great big sister, a babysitter, friend, and role model bundled into one. Jess was always the good girl, never getting into trouble at school or hanging out with bad kids. She wasn't ever at the top of her class, but she worked harder than everyone else, and was universally respected and well-liked because of it.
So you could imagine the utter shock when I saw her in that video staring back at me. It was a professional video, not something amateur or homemade. My big sis was an actual pornstar. How could she not have told me? Or Mom or Dad?
Those questions would have to wait for later. My finger immediately moved to close the tab, but I hesitated. My finger hovered over the button, seemingly unable to move.
"Why aren't you closing the tab?" I asked myself. "Why are you still watching the video? Why are you harder than you were before?"
I couldn't explain it. But watching Jess masterfully bob her head over that cock and lick the rod up and down with her tongue made me harder and more turned on than I could ever recall.
My sister was undeniably downright beautiful, and sure I had checked her tight butt out once or twice, but I hadn't ever really thought of her like this. So why was I doing it now?
I didn't have an answer. All I knew was that my hand was flying over my cock, stroking and squeezing it like it would be the last time I ever masturbated.
My heart pounded in my chest, pumping all the blood in my body to my erect cock. Jess took the guy's cock out of her mouth and stroked it vigorously, just as I was doing to my own.
"Come on, gimme that hot load," she purred to the camera.
"Just cover me in that warm cum. Paint my face!"
Another stroke from her hands, and she was rewarded for her hard work. Spurts of jizz came flying out onto Jess' beautiful face. Her blue eyes stared right back at me the whole time, while her gorgeous face became streaked with ropes of pearly white cum.
It was too much for me. I grunted very loudly, and shot my load over my thighs and sheets. It just kept on coming. I hadn't jerked off that well in a very long time. And it was Jess that gave it to me. Oh god, I was such a terrible person.
20 minutes ago Jess was the perfect big sister to me, one of the three people I held closest to my heart. Now, all I could think about was fucking her and looking down at that pretty face as she sucked my cock.
***
I tried to dismiss the incident as a one-time thing. Something uncontrollable and certainly not to be repeated.
Well, it worked about as well as a crack addict saying he's vlean for good while living in a home made of crack, like some sort of fucked-up gingerbread house.
It didn't take me long at all to find out Jess' stage name. Preliminary research suggested that she had only done a few scenes, all within the past few weeks. What I should have been thinking was why my sister would suddenly start doing porn without telling us. What I actually was thinking about was how much more content I now had available to me.
So despite my inner grievances, I kept going back to Jess' videos whenever I jerked off. I couldn't stop myself. I felt more turned on than ever before. She was in my thoughts all the time, her small perky tits, her sultry lips, that little patch of neatly-trimmed blonde hair above her pink pussy.
We talked on the phone a couple of times over the next few weeks. Jess wouldn't be coming back home for Thanksgiving, but she would for Christmas. I had no idea what I would do then.
I reasoned with myself. I couldn't do anything. This was just a fantasy that I had to keep to myself. It could be my own dirty little secret. That's what it would have to be.
***
Final exam season came, and my mind was devoid of thoughts about Jess for a while. I was feeling pretty confident receiving my scores back too. College applications would certainly be less stressful now.
Jess got back home on the 19th, almost a week before Christmas. Mom and I were meeting Dad and Jess at a nice restaurant after he picked her up, to cap off winter vacation with a good family meal.
As Jess walked through the door, my eyes trailed over her body. Small black heels added another two or three inches on her 5'4" frame. She looked slimmer than last time I had seen her in person. I wondered if it was because of how much she was now in front of the camera. Her makeup was done immaculately, and her usually straight blonde hair was wavier than usual. It also looked like she had put in some light brown streaks near the bottom.
