He thinks she could be both, with practice!

"I think you could be both, if you practiced," he said.

"You should beg me to help you practice," he thought.

"Oh please, Jackson!" his topless sister begged. "Please help me practice! I'll make it up to you! I'll owe you a huge favor!"

"You'll do whatever I tell you to do." Jackson thinks

"I'll do whatever you tell me to do!" Jessica affirms. "Just help me practice so I can be a porn star stripper!"

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Jackson concedes with a nasty grin. "Let's go to your bedroom. Just let me grab my video camera."

"Cool!" Jessica exclaims. "You're the best big brother ever, Jackson!"

"This is so fucking great!" thought Jackson as his sister bounced along behind him.

"Jackson is going to help me practice being a stripper-porn star!" Jessica announced as they passed the laundry room where their mother had retreated.

"That's so fucking great!" their mom said cheerily.

"And weird," thought Jackson, blushing, only to see a perplexed look come onto his mother's face.

"But great!" he thought again quickly and his mom smiled and went back to doing laundry.

"I really need to control my thoughts now," Jackson chided himself.

"You should try to control your thoughts," Jessica agreed with him. "I don't have to, cuz I'm a bimbo! So I don't think so much!"

"Wow, I just called her a bimbo in my head and she thinks she is one!" Jackson thought. "I wonder if I could change her back. NOTTHATIWANTTO! I like her as a bimbo. And she seems really happy about it too."

"I'm so happy I'm a bimbo!" Jessica announced, then giggled. Jackson grinned nervously and ducked into his room to get his video camera.

Doing his best to keep his thoughts focused as he led Jessica back to her bedroom, which he knew was not nearly as cluttered as his own, he projected ideas and attitudes into his sister.

"Jessica trusts me completely. She'll do whatever I tell her because she knows it's the only way of meeting her life-long dream of being a porn star stripper. Plus she likes pleasing me and knows that I'm much, much smarter than her. She believes everything I tell her. She's shameless and loves showing off her sexy body, especially to me."

Jessica began repeating what Jackson was thinking, but then he thought that was annoying and she stopped saying anything and just giggled.

When they got into her room, a frilly, baby-blue affair overpopulated with stuffed animals, Jackson set down his camera on her bed. He had been abundantly patient. It was time for something besides his eyes to enjoy his new found power.

"Now it's really important that you warm up before you do any sort of erotic dancing or acting," Jackson told her as she listened with wide-eyed attentiveness. "You already stretched out your legs back in the kitchen, but you really need to warm up those titties of yours. You can do it yourself, of course, but it's better if you have someone you trust helping you."

"I trust you, Jackson!" she said. "Will you help me?"

"That's what I'm here for!" he grinned. "First, hold your head up high, raise your shoulders and pull back your elbows so those lovely boobs of yours stick out proudly."

She did as she was told, grinning at her brother hopefully, hoping she was doing it correctly.

"Oh that's very good, Jessica!" he praised. "Very good indeed. Now hold that while I help limber them up for you."

She giggled and beamed at his praise, then inhaled sharply as he placed his hands on her tits and squeezed.

"Oh god these feel great!" Jackson thought, and his sister's face showed that she agreed.

He began kneading them like two big balls of firm dough and her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned in pleasure. Her hard nipples pushed against his palms. A drop of drool escaped from the corner of her mouth.

"It's very important," Jackson lectured her. "That you take very good care of your titties. They're your best assets and they're essential to your success both as stripper and as a porn star."

"MmmHmmmmmmm," Jessica agreed.

"The best way to take care of them is to get me to massage them like this at least once a day," he said. "But you can massage them yourself when I'm not available. It feels really good, so you shouldn't have a hard time remembering to do it."

"MmmHmmmmmmm," Jessica agreed, nodding.

"It's also important to let them breath," Jackson told her. "You should always wear the skimpiest tops you can find."

"Skimpy tops. Got it. Will do." she said. She sighed, feeling like she was in heaven, just like Jackson felt.

"All right, sis, are you feeling warm?" he asked.

"Mmmm," she said. "So warm. So horny!"

"OK then, girl!" he said. "Time to strip!"

She pouted as he released her boobs, but he resisted the urge to go back to her and turned her radio on, switching it to a hip-hop station. Jessica didn't listen to hip-hop but she didn't object. Jackson grabbed his camera and aimed it at his sister, grinning evilly.

"Now show me how hot you are," he instructed as he sat on her bed to watch and record. "Show me you're a horny little slut. Shake your ass and squirm out of that skirt."

Jessica giggled and began to sway to the music. She smoldered at him as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slid it down her short but shapely legs.

"That's it, Jessica," he thought. "Now turn about and show me that ass."

She needed no verbal instruction. She turned about, wiggling her butt at him, and at his wish, smacked it with the flat of her hand, giving out a little squeak of surprise when she realized how much she enjoyed it.

"Now loose the thong," Jackson mentally encouraged. "Spin it around your head and throw it at me."

She did just that, slowly and luxuriously slipping the tiny undergarment off and stepping out of it, then she turned back to her brother with a proud grin, stroking her glistening beaver with one hand and swirling her thong around the index finger of her other. She tossed it at Jaskson and he caught it and sniffed the crotch.

"Such a horny little slut," he thought and she nodded.

"Now shake those titties and smack your ass," he encouraged.

She did so in spectacular fashion, shaking her rack with vigor, pausing only to give a satisfying whack to her firm flank, then resuming the proud and frantic jiggling of her boobies, then slapping her other buttcheek. He let here continue like that until the song on the radio ended, wide-eyed and drooling, utterly thrilled, confident that his sister was enjoying it as much as he was.

Jackson squirmed in his too tight pants when the song was over. He managed to fish out his wallet while still filming his jiggling sibling. He pulled out a single and waved it at her. Without him having to say what he wanted, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled languidly towards him, snatching the dollar in her teeth with a carnivorous grin.

"You're a natural stripper, Jessica," he told her. "But we are WAY over do for porn star practice."

"I'm horny!" she agreed, letting the dollar fall and nodding vigorously.

"Yes you are," he said. "And you aren't the only one. Now the key to your porn career is being able to give a good blow job. Have you ever given head before, sis?"

She looked embarrassed as she admitted that she hadn't.

"But you've always wanted to, haven't you?" he said, thinking 'you horny little cocksucker.'

"Oh yes!" she gushed. "I bet I'd be a great cocksucker!"

"Well, you'd better start practicing," Jackson said. "I'm here to help."

Jessica giggled and scrambled for Jackson's fly. Keeping her in the camera view as she worked at his crotch was tricky, but he managed with only a few wide, erratic sweeps of her room. Not to worry, he told himself. I can practice my camera work while she practices her new skills. I have a feeling we're both going to need a LOT of practice.

Jessica cooed once she finally got his pants and boxers around his ankles.

"I love making you hard," she reminded him.

"You can make me hard all you want, as long as you're willing to finish the job," Jackson chided her.

She giggled. "Time to suck some dick, I guess!"

She enthusiastically took him in her mouth and began to vigorously felate him without any shyness or hesitation at all. She felt what Jackson desired and wanted nothing more than to give it to him. Jackson couldn't help but think that it was the greatest thing he had ever felt and Jessica, quite uncoincidentaly, couldn't help but think the same thing. Her tongue swirled around his cock and they both shuddered at the sheer pleasure of it.

Her head began to bob along his shaft, faster and faster, as they both moaned, his low and loud, hers high and muffled by the manmeat in her mouth. The camera shook in Jackson's hands. He was ready to blow. He couldn't speak but he managed to think what he wanted and immediately Jessica wanted it too. Holding tight to the base of his shaft, she pulled her head back just as he went off, delivering the money shot all over her face and tits as she squealed with joy in the shower and her own orgasm.

Jackson sat on his sister's bed, panting, filming and grinning. Jessica sat on the floor, panting and dripping and grinning. Both were thinking it was time well spent.

And then there was a knock at the door.