Chapter 2
by 
Sarckle
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Straight to VHS
My eyes were watering, I’d obviously been at it too long. But the movie was close to done. I was watching through the final shot, but I didn’t like the angle on the close ups. It made Storm’s jaw look a little off. I could have tried to just photoshop it, but honestly it was probably easier to just reshoot this one.
I dug through my pile of papers, finding my script for the scene. I watched the shot a couple time over, rememorizing the lines. Then I turned on the VCR, unlocked the safe and grabbed the Tape. My most valuable possession.
2 years ago, my parents unexpectedly passed away. Leaving me the house, the money, and most importantly the responsibility to look after my younger sister. The savings were enough to support us while I finished school, although I did have to move back home transferring to a closer school. With the four year age gap, Jenny and me are both graduating next month. Her from high school, me from college.
A couple months after moving back, I was going through a bunch of stuff in the attic. When I found it, the Tape was among a bunch of home movies. I started digitizing all of them, figuring it would be nice for Jenny, and honestly myself too. After a dozen home movies, I slipped the Tape into the VCR not knowing that my life was about to change. Instead of a grainy video of us as kids, it was me banging Eliza Ibarra in clear 4k.
It was so confusing, what, how, why? Luckily, Jenny was off at a friend’s house for the night. With a bit of post-nut clarity, I was able to quickly figure out the Tape. It was capturing my mind’s desire. And by bed time, I had figured out how to manipulate it to my will.
The first few months were dedicated to jacking off. Watching scenes of myself with pornstars, Abella Danger, Johnny Sins. Or celebrities like Oscar Isaac, Keira Knightley, Megan Thee Stallion. Even venturing into personal acquaintances, Mr. Howard, my calculus teacher, Allie the cute Starbucks barista, and even Nancy my old babysitter and her boyfriend at the time.
The truly lifechanging part came when I had the great idea to shoot full movies. I was able to use the same tech to digitally record the scenes I created with the Tape. So I made my own Iron Man movie. I posted it online, and quickly developed a following. That following turned into a booming Patreon. I made friends who helped with scripts, storyboarding, and every other aspect of movie making. But I never shared the secret of how I made the footage, despite so many curious people making constant inquiries.
The Marvel movies were an easy draw, but I ventured into other adaptations and even a few originals. Business was good, and at this point finishing college was more about setting an example for Jenny, and the accomplishment of itself rather than any future career it could lead to.
I finally got the shot of Storm just right, and that’s a wrap on X-Men 17 Return to Mojoworld. I spliced in the clip and started the render. Everyone on the production discord was excited to hear that they’d get to see the final cut tomorrow.
It was late, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep right then anyways. The Tape was already in, so why not have jerk off. The image on the screen shifted to my desire, Mrs. Bakshi finishing up the English 311 class. When it came time for test results for our recent test. She decided on a new method, for every point missed the student would receive a spanking. Up first was obviously my rival, Hannah had beat me for Valedictorian in high school, and had continued showing me up at college. However in my Tape fantasy, Hannah had slept through the test, resulting in a zero on the test.
I stroked myself watching each loud spank, as Mrs. Bakshi’s dark brown hand slapped against Hannah’s firm pale ass, slowly reddening. She squealed with each new strike, the pain only compounded by the knowledge that she had failed the test. Hannah’s ass was a cherry red by the time Mrs. Bakshi was done with her. I was close to coming myself, when the video version of myself stepped up for his results. At spanking 16, I finally came, securing myself an imaginary 84 on my English test.
I was exhausted the next day, the long night took it out of me. Although Mrs. Bakshi’s low cut top was worth at least trying to stay awake. The memories of last night’s fantasy coming back to the forefront. Shit. Last night’s fantasy, I didn’t put away the Tape. It should be fine, but you can still feel the panic setting in. A break in, or a fire and my future would be in jeopardy. No, I can’t let myself think that way. It will be fine.
With class being dismissed, I quickly gather my stuff. “Hey Hank,” Hannah said as I threw my bag over my shoulder. “You want to study together before our 205 quiz?” Shit, I forgot about History. My grade was faltering there as is, and I can’t make it home and back in time.
I tried repeating, everything will be fine to myself. It only helped marginally. “Sure, let’s study, but I need coffee first.” Hannah and I made our way to the cafe in the library. And okay, she’s not as bad as I made her out to be, anymore at least. In high school, she was the absolute worst. We bonded some after coming out during our Freshman years in college, the two queer people from our small high school. And we got even closer after I transferred to the same school as her.
We met up with her girlfriend and all studied for the history quiz. As best as I could, trying not to worry about the Tape too much. The off period passed, and we went to History 205. I flew through the quiz, only really knowing half the material and maybe getting another quarter from guessing. I’d be lucky to come out with a C on that quiz. But luckily it was my last class of the day, and I could finally go home and get the Tape back into the safety of the fireproof safe.
I rushed through the house, down the hall to my media studio, what used to be my bedroom, before I moved into the primary, aka Mom and Dad’s room. A squeal bounded from the room as I threw open the door. Jenny was frantically squirming in my seat, she stood still trying to pull up her pajama bottoms. “I-I was um,” she stammers, trying to unroll the waistband of her bottoms so she could finish pulling them up.
I looked to the screen. My eyes went wide at the image playing on screen. Jenny naked being fucked from behind, I diverted my eyes. “Oh fuck, Jenny you’re so tight,” my own voice came from the speakers. I couldn’t help myself looking back, sure enough the man fucking my sister was me.
Jenny ran from the room, her face a bright red. I was about to chase after her when I heard her moans from the monitor. I should turn that off. I picked up the remote, but paused when something caught my eye. A bright blue butterfly on Jenny’s ass, when did she get that? I was broken from the distraction, as Jenny pulled away turning around. I fumbled with the remote as my hand stroked what wasn’t quite my cock, which meant Jenny didn’t know what it looked like. I manage to hit stop just as a third jet of cum shot across my sister’s face.
The screen went black, leaving a reflection of myself standing there stupefied about what happened. Did she know what was going on with the Tape? Which would mean she chose that. Or was this her first time? Which would be her subconscious coming through. And then, I remembered she was frantically pulling up her pants when I entered.
I gave myself a second to collect my thoughts, and maybe let Jenny cool off. Then I made my way to her room. I knocked while already opening the door. She was laying face down, her face buried in her pillow. “Go away!”
“Hey, we should talk,” I ventured further into her room. Not really sure what I would say.
She sat up, tears streaking across her cheeks. My heart panged at her pain. “What was that? How did you have that? I was looking for the X-Men render, and and it was just there, me and you and I-I.”
So it sounded like she didn’t know about the Tape. I could keep it a secret, but then I’d have had to come up with why I had a sex tape of her and me. No, the truth was easier to explain. I tried my best to comfort her, and slowly explained the Tape. I avoided addressing the images she had created, avoidance seemed like the best answer.
“So that’s how you make all those movies?”
“Exactly, a magic VHS tape.”
“I thought you were animating or like deepfakes or something. You have all those computers.”
I laughed, “I would be the world’s best animator if I could pull all this off.” She nodded staring down at her hands, toying with Mom’s class ring on her finger. “So did you want to watch the new X-Men?”
She looked up, and gave a weak smile, “Yea.”
“Awesome, you grab the popcorn, I’ll grab the movie.” I went to the media room. I ejected the Tape and secured it away in the safe. Then I put the new render on a flashdrive and started the upload process so the rest of the team could watch it before we pushed it live for our Patrons.
I took my seat on the couch, and waited for Jenny. She paused for a second. She usually sat next to me, leaning against me while we watched movies. But that night, she put the popcorn bowl between us, removing the normal closeness we’ve always shared. It wasn’t a big deal, surely the awkwardness would fade.
As the credits rolled, Jenny asked, “Where did the Tape come from?” The short credits were over in a flash. The small crew of those who help me, and a short nod to the people who’s faces I copy for the actors.
“I’m not sure, I found it in the attic among a bunch of home videos.”
“Was it Mom and Dad’s?” she asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know. I never heard them talk about it.”
“Can I use it? Like when you’re not making movies? I could learn how to control it, and help make stuff.”
The thought of Jenny using the Tape brought forth the images of us fucking on the screen. But it was in our attic, was it right to keep something from her that I found in our home? “Sure, I’ll give you the combo to the safe. And show you how to work the capture devices. But you’ve got to be careful, don’t tell anyone and if the Tape is broken or lost I don’t know if we could ever fix or replace it.”
She nodded following along. “I promise not to tell anyone,” she hugged me, the mostly empty popcorn bowl tumbling to the floor. The rest of the day involved a crash course in Tape usage. Making sure that I stayed in control of the images, I didn’t want to be around for when Jenny took control. It could take her a while to get the hand of it, and I’d already seen what her subconscious summoned.
The next morning at breakfast, Jenny told me about how she was getting the hang of it. Which hopefully meant she wasn’t watching **** porn anymore. I didn’t have any classes on Thursday so when Jenny left for school, I took to the media room. I was glad to see that Jenny had put the Tape away.
The next movie on the schedule was a Spider-man movie. Miles vs Kraven. The title was still TBD but the team had pieced together a good chunk of the script. I spent most of the morning setting up my workspace. Taking down X-Men reference images on the corkboard, replacing them with the Spider-man cast of characters. Doing some test shots to switch gears from Mojoworld back to New York.
At lunch I was exhausted, I was always excited at the start of new projects. My cock stirred, with the power to create any porn I wanted had made it where breaks often meant a bit of jerking off.
I went for a classic. A POV shot of Cassandra Holt, the prom queen, sucking my cock. My hand on the back of her head, as she buried her face in my crotch. And then she pulled up and, Jenny was looking up at me. Shit, I stop stroking. Focusing, forcing Jenny’s image out of my mind and correcting the feed on the monitor.
But it was too late, the damage was done. I switched gears, my cock not ready to call it quits. Jenny couldn’t show up if it was all guys, right? John Boyega, Oscar Isaac, and myself in full Star Wars gear were coming together for a steamy threesome aboard the Millennium Falcon. It was going good, until Rey came on screen. But it wasn’t Daisy Ridley, no of course not, it was Jenny.
Fuck. I hit stop on the Tape. My phone wasn’t likely to show me images of my sister, so at this point it felt like the safer option. I scrolled through Pornhub in the first time in months. Found a girl who looked nothing like my sister, and watched her fuck a fat cock like her life depended on it.
With my sexual needs satiated, I returned to the movie making process. I worked on wide shots of Spider-man swinging through the city. We always need more of those when we do a Spidey movie.
Jenny’s body shivered under my touch. Her nipples hard under the brush of my thumb. “Hank, fuck me,” she begged, lust clouding her eyes. My cock rubbed against her wet vulva. I lined myself up with her entrance, my fingers brushing against the small patch of pubes I’d seen on her initial Tape use.
It felt so good as her lips spread for my cock. Her warmth enveloping me, squeezing around my shaft. She moaned, writhing against my sheets. I caressed her clit, pumping my cock in and out. And my sister begged for more, for me to go faster. I obliged, slamming into her pussy, pushing down upon her, my bed enveloping her as she envelopes me.
“Oh, Hank. Yes, yes, yes,” her body quivers in her orgasm. Her body arched in pleasure, and my own orgasm crested. I pulled out, my cock sliding against her mound. Each twitch of my shaft sent a jet of white across my sister’s body. Trails of jizz from her face to her navel, hanging on every delicious part of her.
“Hank,” Jenny said, her hand shaking at my shoulder. I look around the room, my brain fuzzy with weight. “Hank, I can’t change it. I’ve tried, but,” I looked to the screen. The scandalous scene that had played out in my dream was fully visible for all to see. Dream Jenny was running her fingers through my cum, collecting every drop to deposit in her mouth.
I took a deep breath and focused for a second changing the scene. A calm meadow with bird song, anything but my freshly fucked sister. Fucked by me, my freshly fucked by me sister. I found the remote and hit stop. “Wait, that wasn’t me?” Jenny asked. And I knew what she meant, because it was obviously her on screen.
“Jenny, I’m sorry. I don’t know what,” I tried to explain, but nothing seemed to do it justice. She threw her arms around me, hugging me tight. I gently rubbed her back, holding her in my arms.
I was caught off guard when she pulled back, just enough and then her lips were on mine. Not any family appropriate kiss either, she was pushing tongue and getting into it. I stopped it, “Jenny, we can’t, we shouldn’t.”
“We both want it,” she started. Was that true did I want it? There was no denying that she did, after her video last night and her reaction to your dream, but did I? “I’ve got my IUD, and even if an accident happened, we’ve still got a choice here. Please, don’t stop us. We’re two consenting adults, and no **** babies, so what is really so wrong about two people who love each other showing that love?”
It was hard to think of a reason with Jenny’s body pressed against my own. Her face pleaded for me not to stop her, to stop this. And I was never good at telling my sister no. I was always giving her rides here or there, helping with her chores, or letting her pick the movie for the 6th night in a row. “I love you, Jenny.”
She exhaled, likely holding her breath in anticipation, or perhaps fear of my answer. “I love you too, Hank.” Her body relaxed against me, her lips returning to mine. She pressed herself against me, her chest against mine, my crotch against hers, my cock begged for a release from its home.
She fumbled with my belt, never breaking away, as if giving my mouth the freedom could result in me changing my mind. With my pants undone, her fingers found my hard erection. She pushed forward, the soft cotton of her panties rubbed between her mound and my dick. The excess fabric of her skirt kept it all from view, but there was no denying the sensation.
“What do you want?” she asked, pushing the remote into my hand. I hit play on the Tape, I questioned playing some highly choreographed scene, involving trapeze maybe a ring of fire, but instead the screen revealed the simplicity of the truth. It showed reality, Jenny straddling a top me, her skirt covering where our privates are barely separated. “And then what?”
I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but the Tape answered for us. Tape Jenny sunk from my lap, dropping to her knees in front of me. And the real Jenny gave a smirk as she followed suit. I groaned as she kissed my straining cock. This time the real Jenny led the show, pulling her shirt off over her head, only for the image to replay on the screen.
Her small perky breasts looked amazing, the smile on her face even more so. She ran her tongue along my cock, wrapping her lips around the head, plunging deeper and deeper with each bob. The monitor matched reality with each passing second, the fantasy perfectly reflecting reality.
“Do you know what I want?” she purred, my cock rested against her cheek. She grabbed the remote, stopping my fantasy only to restart the Tape with her own. The screen flashed in a flurry of images. Like someone flipping through the channels, and each new channel featured a new form of incestuous debauchery. Her in my lap. Her in my bed, my cock piercing her core. Her tight asshole stretched around my dick. My face between her thighs. Everything and anything flashed on the screen and it showed what Jenny wanted. Me and her.
I grabbed her, easily lifting her from the floor. She was in my arms, her lips back on mine, as I carried her from the media room, down the hall and to my bed. She giggled as I threw her down on my sheets. I pulled my own shirt off and knelt, pulling my sister to the edge of the bed. The crotch of her panties were soaked, I ran my fingers over the stain. Jenny whimpered.
She lifted her hips, allowing me to pull her panties free. I tossed them aside, landing in my pile of dirty laundry. She was perfect, her folds glistened in desire. She shivered as I ran a finger along her slickness. “Please, Hank, please,” she begged, my sheets bunched in her hands.
I planted kiss after kiss to her smooth thighs, teasing my sister with each one. I could feel the tension in her core, my hand resting on her stomach, keeping her still, keeping her from pushing herself against my face. She whined and begged after my lips left her skin each time, until she melted in my hands as my lips reached the destination. Her moan dripped with pleasure, I though she might come then and there, with one simple kiss to her pussy.
My sister’s sweetness filled my mouth. I sunk one, then two fingers into her wanting hole. Slowly pumping my digits, curling my knuckles, milking every ounce of pleasure from her. “Oh, Hank,” she groaned, squirming on my bed. My tongue flicked over her clit, my fingers plunging into my sister’s tight pussy. Jenny’s moans of ecstasy filled the room, and likely the rest of the house, I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors could hear Jenny cum for me.
I clambered over her, planting wet kisses along her torso as I went. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, my wet fingers played with the other. With her hands on my face, she guided me up to her face. Our lips met once again, “I need it.” I pushed my pants down, kicking them off.
I remembered the cock she’d imagined for me, the one I saw on the Tape the night before. She’d have an accurate depiction in any future Tape experiences.
“Fuck me, Hank, please, fuck me,” Jenny begged. My cock twitched against her slick vulva. I thrust back and forth, ran my shaft along her wet folds, pulling more moans from her. “Please,” she whimpered, and I obliged.
My cock delved deeper and deeper. Her tongue danced around my mouth, her nails ran down my back. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, pushing into my sister’s pussy once again.
On the verge of exploding, I pulled out, she whimpered as I left her empty. My shaft twitched launching volley after volley of hot jizz across her teen. White dripping down her boob, pooling in her cleavage, lines across her stomach, a pool collecting in her navel. “Next time, cum in me, I want to feel you fill me,” she whined, her fingers already playing with my cum.
Next time. Next time. The words echoed in my head, fucking my sister was one thing, but already expecting a next time. Could I really let this continue? The smile on her face, as she sucked my seed from her fingers, asked could I really stop this? “Next time,” I agreed, collapsing in the bed next to her.
Next time didn’t wait long to happen. As soon as I was hard again, Jenny had climbed atop me. And then again and again. At some point last night, I had lost count of how many times my sister and I had fucked. My bed, her bed, the counter while the frozen pizza cooked, the couch, the shower, again before bed. It could’ve been a dream, it was hard to tell with how reality was going, but I remember the alarm clock reading 3:07 with Jenny’s body atop me.
This morning the bed was empty, except for my sex soiled sheets. I grabbed a pair of sweats and made my way to the kitchen. The smell of bacon and coffee called me as I made my way down the hall.
“Morning,” Jenny cheered, wearing nothing but an apron as she flipped a pancake. The butterfly tattoo on her ass waving as she bounced from foot to foot. “I made breakfast.”
“I can see,” I teased, pouring a cup of coffee from the pot. I piled a stack of pancakes, and my fair share of the bacon onto my plate.
Over breakfast, Jenny made conversation. Her apron hung on the wall once she was done cooking. She asked about what movie was next, how she could help, if I liked the food. “Shouldn’t you get dressed, you still have school today,” I finally asked when I saw the time.
“My clothes are right there,” she pointed to her outfit laid out on the couch. “But I was hoping for a quickie, I wanted to feel your cum inside me today while I was at school.”
She pulled my chair aside from the table, my sweats not stopping her for long. My cock already rock hard from watching her tits as we ate. She climbed into my lap, moaning as my rod pierced her core. I let her bounce on my cock, my pleasure throbbed inside her, filling her just as she desired. She kissed me, as my cock softened inside her. “School,” I reminded her.
She sighed, climbing off my lap. Her ass bouncing as she bounded over to her clothes. When she bent over to put on her panties, I was given a full view of her backside. Her pretty little pussy already leaking my white cum.
“You look happy,” Hannah teased as we entered our English class with Mrs. Bakshi, “you must’ve gotten laid.” I turned to her, a little race of panic coursed through my heart. “Relax, no slut shaming here. So who were they? A closeted frat guy? Or ooh the sexy little Latina librarian who is always flirting with you?”
I swallowed hard, I definitely wasn’t going to tell her the truth. “I’m not going to kiss and tell, I’m a gentleman.”
“Since when?” she laughed, “It must be someone in the closet then. Is it that redhead from Alpha? He always struck me as queer.”
“I can’t say,” I doubled down, images of Jenny riding me this morning already percolating my head.
“Boo, come on. You know who I slept with last night,” she whined. “You’re supposed to help your taken friends out, by letting them live vicariously through you.”
“Good morning class,” Mrs. Bakshi called out as she entered the room. The start of class saved me from Hannah’s interrogation, at least for now.
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