Sibling bonding

Claire pressed a couple of buttons and shared her screen onto the big TV. She was on what looked like a streaming site though it wasn’t one he recognised. There was an archived recording playing and John was surprised to see Claire's friend Riley on the screen.

"Riley said I could show you this."

John’s eyes locked onto what the girl was wearing. Platform heels and fishnet stockings drew his eyes along her legs towards what could only be described as a plaid microskirt that only just maintained her modesty at the angle the camera pointed. The fetish schoolgirl outfit was completed by a short-sleeved tie-front crop top, that looked little more than a hammock to lift her boobs up. Generous levels of makeup had been applied to bring out her eyes and lips.

The only thing John found more arousing than her appearance was how embarrassed Riley seemed to be seen like this. Her cheeks glowed as red as her lips, and she kept fidgeting with the hem of her skirt in an effort to combat how exposed she must have felt. For a moment she locked eyes with the camera and John’s cock twitched at her sultry yet uncertain expression.

Once he managed to tear his eyes away from her, the next thing John noticed was the video had an odd aspect ration like the left or right side of it had been cropped out. Then he noticed that there was a vertical pole behind RIley and John immediately realised what it was.

“Alright, it’s rolling. I’ll be with you every step of the way.” There was a voice from behind the camera. It was quiet and gruffly spoken like she was trying to hide her identity, but John instantly recognised his sister’s voice. He turned to her curiously.

“I was there to give, um… emotional support.”

A moment later Riley seemed to be ready to begin her performance. Her eyes were locked firmly off to the side of the screen where John assumed Claire was standing. She took a step towards the pole and lifted a leg up to it. Her skirt rode right up her thigh and John got a nice view of her ass. Riley quickly noticed and dropped her leg a little then pulled her skirt down as she blushed. Having already embarrassed herself on camera before she even begun, she froze for a moment to steady her breathing. Once she composed herself, Riley slowly began to spin and gyrate, dancing on the pole.

Riley’s eyes were constantly locked on something off to the side. Her movements were slow, and she frequently paused. It was like she was copying a performance she was watching, perhaps an instructional video. She wasn’t athletic enough to really hang from the pole, she was neither practiced nor talented at the dance, and she was paying extra attention not to let her skirt ride up or her top slip down. Despite all this, John couldn’t look away. He was completely bewitched by her movements as he stroked himself off to her.

The girl’s attempts to maintain her dignity somehow only made the dance sexier. With how short her skirt was, it was inevitable it would float up every time she spun or bent down. Along with the way her breasts swung about freely in their fabric sleeve, it was clear she was not wearing underwear. Riley’s eyes were wide and unfocused, clearly uncomfortable with how much of a show she was putting on, but she never allowed herself to stop, at most making futile attempts to keep her skirt down.

“She kinda likes you, you know. She said you made her feel really good about herself last night. I really appreciate it.”

“Oh, it was nothing really.” John had to wonder how much Riley had told her about what happened last night. He doubted she was thanking him for fucking one of her best friends, but it was possible she knew about it.

“Would you consider going out with her?”

“Of course I’d go out with her.” John didn’t even hesitate. Riley was super-hot and she had this sexy air of innocence around her that made John want to taint her. Claire glanced at him oddly over his immediate response.

“If things don’t work out with Annie I mean. You shouldn’t be leading two girls on at once” she said pointedly. John wasn’t used to having multiple girls interested in him at the same time, and Annie had completely slipped his mind. Both girls were so sexy he didn’t want to have to choose one of them. He couldn’t say that out loud though, as Claire would certainly disapprove.

They both sat in silence for a moment watching Riley performing her sensual dance. She straightened up from the pole and turned towards the camera. Her eyes were still watching something off to the side.

“What was she looking at?” he finally asked his sister.

“Oh, uh, I was just giving her some encouragement.” There was something odd about the way she said that but before John could press her, his attention was pulled back to the screen where Riley had brought her hands up to her top.

Slowly the girl pulled on the bow holding the material together. She paused for a moment, during which John heard the Claire telling her to look at the camera. She locked eyes with him again and John could almost feel sparks between them through the screen. Finally with one last tug, the lace came loose, and her top fell to the floor, allowing her boobs to swing back into their natural place. For a brief moment Riley was staring dead at the camera topless before her shame got the better of her and she looked away.

“She’s got really nice tits, doesn’t she?” Claire asked with a hint of embarrassment.

“Fuck yes.” They were just as incredible as he remembered from his hazy memories of last night. He felt blessed to have had the chance to touch them himself.

A sudden thought struck John as he considered what Claire had said. He started to wonder just why Claire had put this stream on. Sure, he was enjoying it, but he thought the point was to put something on they could both get off to.

It was then that he caught a subtle movement out of the corner of his eye. The blanket above her crotch was steadily rising and falling.

“Are you-?”

Claire blushed. “Well yeah. That’s kind of the whole point of this.” Claire was openly masturbating to Riley’s strip dance.

“You said you were straight.” John really had a hard time believing that after the revelation she’d been sleeping with her best friend from last night and now she was jilling off to another one of her friends.

“I am, I am. It’s just… kind of a long story. Some of your interests just kinda wore off on me.”

“My interests?”

“Yeah. I knew you had a little stash of porn stuff under your bed. I used to borrow some from you to help me get off. And well, you know, you’re kind of obsessed with big boobs so that’s most of the stuff that was in there. That’s why I thought you might still have had some today.”

John’s mind stumbled at the revelation. He needed a moment to process it all. Having his sister know about his porn stash was embarrassing enough but finding out she was also using it was too much to handle. He had no idea what to make of it. As he was mulling it over, a sudden realisation of just what he’d had hidden under his bed struck him.

“Wait you saw…”

“Yeah, I know you had pictures of me in there, and I knew you had the hots for me back then. It’s fine really.”

John felt his face burning up. He thought he’d been subtle about his attraction towards his sister, but she’d known the whole time. It made him cringe to realise she might have been aware of all the pervy things he’d did back then and just not said anything.

“Hey, don’t forget I was borrowing this stuff from you. You think you’re messed up? I’ve masturbated to a picture of myself in a bikini!”

John snorted at Claire’s admission in spite of his internal chaos. It did somehow help him feel less embarrassed about the way he used to be, and made him realise that Claire was just as messed up as him in her own way.

“…Plus, you know, like you heard yesterday. I’ve gotten off thinking about you too. More than you think. It’s just what teens do. They’re learning what they like, and they latch on to what makes them comfortable. So don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Claire had always been the best at alleviating his worries. He still felt guilty though. If the doctor was to be believed, that old infatuation of his hadn’t gone away, just been suppressed, and he didn’t have the excuse of pubescent curiosity anymore.

“Hey sis, this is a nice talk and all, but it’s not really helping.” He’d stopped jerking off while they spoke and the momentum he had built up was beginning to fade.

“Yeah, sorry. I really killed the mood, didn’t I?”

“You don’t need to apologise really. Oh, but Claire,” Before anything else he still had one thing to say to her. “If you’re ever worried that you might be bi, that’s okay. You can talk to me. I’ll support you no matter what while you figure things out.”

“Thank you, John. That means a lot. I’ll definitely come to you first if I have serious thoughts about it.”

They turned back to the screen. The stream had ended while they spoke, and Riley’s sexy body was no longer visible. John regretted not seeing if she’d stripped out of her skirt too. Claire sighed.

“Alright, don’t tell mom but I’m going to bypass the porn filter.”

“You can do that?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know.”

Claire started going through menus faster than he could follow. He was shocked that his sister seemed more computer literate than he was. A few moments later she had a porn site open.

“So… what do you want to watch?”

John felt a heat across his face as he noted the weirdness of the situation. His own sister was asking him what porn he wanted to watch with her. He couldn’t look her in the eye to see if she was feeling the same way.

“I-I don’t mind. You can choose.” Honestly John didn’t care what they watched. He already knew it wasn’t going to work for him. He didn’t really have an excuse to stop now though having already watched Riley’s strip dance together.

Claire thought for a moment before selecting a video. The one she selected was set in a mock-up of a small hospital ward. The scene opened with a nurse arriving to check up on its inhabitants. True to the siblings’ interests, the nurse had absurdly large knockers on par with their mom’s. John could tell they were fake, but he had nothing against implants. He’d heard they didn’t feel as good as the real thing, but he’d reserve judgement until he got his own hands on some. On the other hand, a good pair of fake tits could look amazing, and it looked like Claire agreed.

The nurse approached one of the occupied beds and began checking over its patient. As she bent over to get a good look at him, the man in the bed behind her began to take notice. He sat up and slipped a hand onto the nurse’s ass. She froze in place at the sudden intrusion and the man took that as an invitation to begin groping her.

The nurse attempted to remove the man’s hands from her, but her attempts were timid and uncertain. Every time she pulled his hand off her he'd place it right back. When she tried to straighten up, he pushed her back down lower than before.

The man she was looking over noticed the commotion. A moment later he tentatively reached up his own hand to join in, groping at her breasts. The nurse started to panic, unable to fend off the harassment of two men at once and too timid to put up a serious resistance. Her part was surprisingly well acted, as the dazed, dreamlike look of distress on her face as she lost more and more control of the situation looked convincingly real. John might have been convinced this was a real scenario if not for the cheap set and fetish outfit the nurse was wearing.

Her harrassers grew more confident as she failed to shake them off. They began peeling away her outfit to get at the flesh beneath. The woman's face grew flush as the assailants started playing with her nipples and her pussy. The camera zoomed in to show the nurse had grown wet from the manhandling of her body. Her flushed skin betrayed her steadily growing arousal

“You’re going to be coming back here every evening to treat our ‘special condition’, even when you’re off-duty. Got that?” The line got a strong response out of Claire as John saw a shiver run through her body. She seemed to nod her head in synch with the nurse on screen. He turned his attention towards his sister, finding her responses to the pornography more titillated than the show itself.

John realised Claire was whispering something beneath her breath, though he could only hear the words she stressed before each pause. “…woman…man…place.” She repeated it to herself on autopilot as she stared intently at the screen. Whatever it was, it was helping her get off as her hand began grinding faster into her crotch with every repetition.

The action on-screen started to ramp up. The nurse meekly complied as the men bent her over. Her meagre resistance was easily quelled by the men’s strong grips. One moved around behind her, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties down around her ankles. The other slipped around in front and pushed her face into his crotch. The nurse’s eyes widened as he unzipped and allowed his erection to spring forth into her personal space. He rubbed his dick across her face a few times demonstrating the degrading situation the nurse had found herself in. Finally he held her nose closed, forcing her to open her mouth before he plunged his cock inside it in tandem with the man targeting her pussy.

Claire was completely engrossed in the pornographic display, seemingly enjoying the ordeal the nurse was put through. She was leaned slightly forward. Her gaze never once strayed from the tv. John never thought girls could get this engrossed in porn, but Claire looked like she was completely immersed in what the actress was feeling as she got off to her getting ploughed on both sides. He had to wonder what it was about the film that had her so completely mesmerised.

Without even realising it, John’s arm had wrapped around his sister and his hand landed below her hip, where her plump ass spilled out as it pressed against the mattress. John tensed up expecting her to snap at him, but her eyes never left the screen. His hand, spurred by her inaction, continued to move of its own accord and explore the exposed skin available to it. John was a **** to his own arousal, unable to control his errant limb. As Claire remained engrossed in the pornographic display, it continued to push its luck, at first gently cupping but then greedily squeezing what it could get a hold of.

Eventually his hand grew tired of settling for the excess fatty flesh spilling out to the side of Claire’s ass and desired to get a greater feel for her. John could hardly believe what he was doing. He knew his sister would catch on to his perverted activity. He was inevitably going to reach a point where she’d notice him groping her, but he was so close to finally getting release he couldn’t help himself but succumb to his sexual desires.

His hand crept slowly into the crevasse where her ass rested on the bed. Perhaps subconsciously, her body shifted to allow him access until his whole hand curled around her ass. It was so soft and comfortable to hold, that John welcomed her entire body weight pushing into his palm. The fatty flesh of her backside spilled out around his palm and completely engulfed his fingers.

Even now as John threw off any hints of subtlety, Claire remained engrossed by the show put on by the porn star submissively getting spit roasted, continuing to repeat those lines she was whispering under her breath like they’d been programmed into her. Her chest was heaving now as she struggled to take in breaths between her lines and moans. Her free hand was greedily mauling at her own bosom, like a virgin being given free reign of his girlfriend’s chest for the first time. The other was working feverishly away at her crotch. The excessive movement had caused the blanket to slip down, allowing John to see a little of what lay between her legs.

As he watched his sister play with herself, John finally felt an orgasm approaching. Watching a girl get herself off so intensely was just what he needed to do so himself.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” Claire moaned in ecstasy. Suddenly John’s arm was yanked from her ass. Claire grabbed his hand and planted it squarely on her chest, then pressed his fingers down, forcing him to squeeze her breast. Claire’s grip was unnaturally strong, sinking his fingers deep into the spongy flesh. He allowed himself to succumb to her and relished the feeling of squeezing her fat tit.

Claire screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her body convulsed as she began to orgasm. The erotic display was enough to push John over the edge. He kicked the covers away, giving him a full view of her naked lower half. Moments later he started to ejaculate. His body tensed and twisted towards his sister, pulling her body close to his and causing his cum to shoot out onto the side of her body. It sprayed out over her hips, ass and thighs as Claire continued to writhe in her seat. The siblings shared a moment of pure bliss as they clung together, before reality set back in.

“Oh my god John, I’m so sorry!” Claire looked at John with a look of abject horror on her face.

“It’s okay-” John didn’t know what else to say before she cut him off.

“No, it’s not okay! I made you touch me. That’s completely over the line. I’m so, so sorry!” She referred to pressing John’s hand into her boob. It seemed she really was completely oblivious to John groping her to his relief, though it did make him feel guilty to see her blame herself.

“I mean it. It’s fine! Everyone does things they regret when they’re horny. I really didn’t mind. It… helped me over the edge actually.”

“John you can’t…” She stopped herself, realising it would be hypocritical to admonish him for saying that. Instead, she looked down at where his seed splattered over her hip. The way she looked at it reminded him of her admitting to a cumplay fetish last night, though he doubted that’s what she was thinking about right then. “Yeah, I guess it really did help you, didn’t it?” she said in a dreamy distant tone. A moment later she added “I’m glad we both got what we needed anyway.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t bad. I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime.” He hated to make the suggestion, but he had to accept he wouldn’t have gotten anything out of masturbating if he hadn’t done it with Claire, and it seemed like a relatively innocent way to make the numbers up on his treatment. He found he didn’t even really feel guilty about what they’d done considering the necessity of it.

“Yeah, maybe” Claire mumbled. It was clear she was checked out of the conversation and in deep thought about something. She rose to her feet, not even caring she was bare down below and stepped out of her shorts.

“I’m going to go get cleaned up. Talk to you later John.” Claire practically fled the room, leaving John in a state of confusion. Claire had been the one to suggest the activity to him. It seemed like she was comfortable with it so what had gotten her so worked up? Was it really that he’d touched her breast? That seemed like such an innocent thing to get upset over, even to him, and she hadn’t seemed to mind that much that it had happened last night as well. Could it have been that he cum on her then? That seemed more reasonable to be upset about, but she didn’t seem to be mad at John.

John gave up on trying to understand what Claire was thinking. If he knew his sister, he was sure if it was that serious, that she would come talk to him after taking some time to think it through. There was no point in worrying about it now. For now, he had to get everything cleaned up and start planning how he was going to achieve his future orgasms.