Anxious and ashamed unsure if you've discovered a taboo side to yourself or were just for cock.

Once you finished your mammoth masturbation session the previous night you fell into a deep restful sleep, where your dreams were filled with recreations of what you had done. You feel a little guilty and ashamed about what you did to your own Sister, but even now as you wake the next day it's all you can think about. However, the thought that really gets your stomach churning is how close you were to escalating things and going even further. Had Lyra not filled your mouth and then painted your face with her hot sticky cum, you would have been minutes away from pushing her back and climbing on that cock.

It's an uneasy feeling, one that doesn't go away even as you climb into the shower and allow the hot water to soothe the rest of your body. You were drunk and horny, which is always a dangerous combination, but even despite the shame you felt when thinking back to how you eagerly sucked your younger Sister's cock there is a tingle you feel in the pit of your stomach. What you were having trouble trying to figure out is whether that rush of excitement was just down to having such a majestic cock in your hands, or if it was who that cock belongs to that gets you going.

You dry yourself off and throw on some clothes and decide to grab something to eat hoping this might help clear your head from all these thoughts about cock and your Sister. However, when you step out of the room you can smell the alluring bitter fragrance of coffee in the air as well as hear the faint soft clicks of someone typing on a keyboard. You were hoping to avoid Lyra for a little longer, in the hopes you could make sense of these conflicting feelings about what you did, but on the other hand, it should give you an indication of how weird things might have gotten between you and your Sister because of it. You take a deep breath to try and calm the butterflies in your stomach.

"Morning Sis," Lyra says her normal warm tone a little flatter as she keeps her eyes down on the laptop in front of her.

"Morning," You reply nervously, walking closer and noticing a second mug of coffee on the table Lyra's sitting at. "Is that coffee for me?" You ask hopefully.

"Yeah, I heard the shower and thought you could use the pick-me-up," Lyra replies looking up from the screen and flashing you a brief smile.

"Best Sister ever," You reply while sitting down and stopping only briefly to enjoy the aroma of what seems to be much nicer coffee than the stuff you usually have before taking a long slow sip of the revitalising liquid. As you sit there enjoying the drink, you can't help but notice just how uncomfortable the silence filling the room is and while you hope Lyra might jump in, eventually you can't stand it. "So about yesterday," You start hesitantly.

"Things got a little wild, didn't they," Lyra replies with a nervous laugh, her eyes very much sticking down at the laptop.

"Yeah," You admit nervously. "I.. uh...." You stammer unsure of what to even say.

Thankfully, Lyra takes pity on you, her Hazel eyes a mirror of your own finally flick up from the laptop and regard you warmly. "We both got carried away," Lyra says softly. "We were a little drunk, and clearly both more than a little horny," She adds reassuringly.

"So we're ok then?" You ask nervously.

"Of course we are," Lyra replies in a warm and sincere tone, placing a hand on your leg and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Sure things are a little weird, but we're both adults and we can talk about it," She adds in a comforting tone that reminds you of your Mother's ability to get through your worries when you were younger.

"Yeah, but it's ****," You reply nervously.

"It is, however, look at it this way," Lyra begins, her hand on your leg sliding further up, the feeling is electric but you're still unsure if that's because you've been without real intimacy for so long, or the taboo alternative you're afraid of. "No one got hurt, nothing got ruined," Lyra explains calmly. "If anything I think we both enjoyed it, didn't we?" She asks in a soft tone which carries just a hint of sensuality to it.

"Yeah," You agree. "But I feel so bad about it," You reply, trying to ignore your pussy beginning to throb as Lyra's hand inches a little higher up your leg.

"That's fairly normal," Lyra replies softly. "We did something that to society is wrong and taboo, so you feel guilty because you're thinking about what other people would say or think about you if they knew," Lyra continues, her hand now resting on your upper thigh.

"Yeah," You agree, swallowing hard as you feel your nethers starting to heat up from your younger Sister's touch.

"Just ignore it, we're not going to tell anyone what we did, it was just a little drunken fun," Lyra says softly her tone a soft whisper which sends a shiver of excitement through your body. "Besides the fact it's a little wrong, makes it even hotter doesn't it?" She continues, shifting closer to you, her hand slowly stroking your upper thigh.

"Yeah," You reply voice trembling as your heart races, nipples hardening and poking through the soft fabric of your top.

Lyra grins to herself, knowing exactly what she was doing, relentlessly teasing you while comforting you through the negative emotions of your first taste of the forbidden fruit. She could feel the heat coming through the thin material of the yoga pants you threw on, her smile widening as she saw your erect nipples, knowing her words and touch were having the desired effect. Lyra had no idea if you harboured any taboo desires towards her, but by the end of these three weeks, she'd ensure that the only cock you could fantasise about was hers.

Lyra knew there was some risk to her plan to try and seduce you. You could have proven extremely resistant to the idea and refused to have anything to do with her fan site, regardless of the allure of easy money. You could have baulked at the idea of simulating a blowjob or only gone as far as simulating one and gotten freaked out and unable to be persuaded to go further. Yet thankfully for Lyra years of sexual frustration and neglect by that useless Ex-husband had given her the perfect opening to sweet talk her way into your panties.

Lyra had spent months planning and plotting how this little holiday away might go down and right now you were right where she wanted you, so malleable and receptive to her touch. Lyra initially felt back at how manipulative she'd need to be, but she knew that once she had you, she'd more than make up for it, she'd treat you like the queen you were. Lyra idolised you when you were younger and she wanted to repay you the best way she knew.

"So let's just not worry about it," Lyra says softly. "We'll just enjoy ourselves and take things as far as we want and no further," She adds in a sensual whisper.

"Sure," You pant, your pussy dripping wet by now, your entire body quivering slightly at the anticipation of Lyra's touch.

"We'll have our forbidden fun then," Lyra replies softly "Might even make a decent amount of money out of it too," She adds with a giggle.

"I could definitely use it," You admit.

"Well why don't we spend the day setting you up an account and taking some photos," Lyra suggests sliding her hand off your thigh and sitting back at the laptop.

"Oh, ok," You reply hesitantly, feeling your pussy aching with the need to be touched and a strong sense of frustration washing over you. "But I don't have anything sexy to wear," You say taking a long sip from your coffee.

"I've got some outfits you could try on, I'm sure we can work with your normal outfits with a little creativity," Lyra replies with a grin.

With that, you spend the morning with Lyra creating an account on the fan site and filling in the various details to try and entice some people to subscribe or at least once you have some pictures to entice them with. Then the next few hours are filled with you putting on and taking off your clothes and posing for pictures with Lyra giving you various instructions.

By the end of the day, you have a couple of photo sets uploaded and thanks to some endorsement from your younger Sister's page you have a small trickle of fans already subscribing to you. Lyra helps temper your expectations about how long it'll take to grow and suggestions on what you could do and how to interact with the fans and comments.

"To begin with engage and reply to everything, because it helps make your early fans feel special," Lyra explains with a smile. "Eventually you'll get too many to keep track of and replying to them all would be a full-time job in itself," She continues with a smile.

"So just be playful with them?" You ask.

"You can be, or you can be down to earth, whatever style feels comfortable," Lyra says with a grin.

Eventually, the day comes to an end and you spend some normal time with Lyra, watching some films together and just hanging out, periodically checking in on your fan site to see how it is growing. However the entire time, you were silently hoping that Lyra might make some sort of move on you. Your younger Sister's words earlier that morning had helped you push past that initial layer of guilt and shame, but her touch has you yearning for more. Although it still felt like a big step to admit out loud that you wanted it, at least to ask directly.

Fortunately the next day, after a slightly less troubled night's sleep, Lyra has a suggestion that you hope might lead to something more. A slightly different kind of photoshoot, involving both of you this time.

"OK so I was thinking of a shoot where I, as your camerawoman, am getting more and more turned on during the photo shoot," Lyra begins with a smile. "Slowly building up in tension with each picture, with you teasing me the entire time," Lyra concludes with a smile.

"I love it," You reply with a smile. "But how far do we go?" You add nervously.

"I was thinking we could go right the way up until my cock is out and right next to you about to slip inside, if you're ok with that?" Lyra offers with a hopeful smile.