“Hi, Geek!” Marianne’s voice came over the loudspeaker, the nickname she’d affectionately called me by over the years. “I’m having trouble sending a video file via email.”
“It’s because of the blonde filter on your computer,” I joked, using a running joke between me and my sister.
“Blondes have more fun, and geeks don’t have a social life,” she said, her standard reply to any blonde joke. I don’t mind the nickname. After all, I’m a serious computer gamer and yes, I suppose, a geek.
I replied, “The only reason blondes are funnier is because they’re easier to laugh at.” “I’d love to be a geek.” Actually, I’d love to be an athlete, but that’s never going to happen.
“Yes, but fools don’t cheat,” he teased, unintentionally and accurately, and I changed the subject.
“What message do you need to send via email?” I asked.
“Why does it say the file is too large?” he replied, ignoring my question.
“Because your ISP has email file size limits,” I replied, wondering how a former cheerleader turned high school English teacher became successful without knowing these basics. Every eighteen-year-old high school kid like me knows how to send video files via email. “Want me to come over and compress the file for you?” I asked.
“No!” she said so quickly that I wondered what she was about to send. “It’s okay. Can you tell me what I should do?” Perhaps realizing that she had piqued my curiosity, she continued. “I’ll have to study it sometime.” Now, I’m really curious. My sister’s husband is in Iraq, so I thought she wanted to send him a video file. If she didn’t want me to see it, that can only mean one thing: I have to see it!
My sister is twenty-two and she and Mark were married last year right before he left for Iraq. Their house was about ten minutes away, and I would often stop by on my way home from school to do homework and have dinner with my sister. I have a key because I take care of her lawn and fix things around the house since her husband left. I’m definitely going to watch her video tomorrow, but that’s not what I’m saying right now.
“What program do you use to import and edit videos?”
“I never said I recorded it!”
“Okay. Sorry, sister,” I replied, knowing she must have recorded it or she would have told me what it was. “What program did you use to compress the video?” I tried again.
“Windows Media Center,” she replied, “but I’m not sure I’m doing it right.” She sighed in frustration as I tried to think of ways to help her without watching her videos.
“What if I come over tomorrow after school? We can shoot some new video and then I can show you what to do with it,” I said, knowing I’d already seen her mysterious video by the time she got home from school.
“That’s great, Ron,” he replied, agreeing with me. “I’m too stupid for that.”
“You’re a total blonde,” I joked. “See you tomorrow, sis.” I hung up and wanted to know what was in the video that she didn’t want me to see. Throughout the conversation, I kept trying to think of another video that Marianne didn’t want me to see, but nothing came to mind. There could only be one thing, and I was looking forward to seeing it.
It’s hard to describe my sister without sounding biased. She is absolutely beautiful; pretty face, long blonde hair, huge tits and an ass that commands attention. Sure, she was my sister, but as she said, fools don’t get fooled, and I always tried to see her naked body when she was at home. It was the only hope I had in mind to see her tits and ass as soon as possible.
When I pulled into her driveway the next afternoon, I estimated that she still had about two hours to get home. I took the keys in and headed straight to her computer in the office. My cock was stirring in my jeans as I waited for Windows to boot up.
Come on, what’s taking so long? I tapped my fingers on her desk impatiently. Waiting seemed like I was going to die. I started to wonder if this was all just wishful thinking on my part. Maybe it was some harmless video she didn’t want me to watch for some silly reason.
I searched for “.wma” files and found a file called “iluvu” from two days ago. This must be it. I held my breath and double-clicked the file. Is this really what I want?
The movie starts, as I suspected, with a very amateur clip of Marianne doing a striptease. The camera was obviously on a tripod and she was standing in front of it with a white tank top pulled over her head. Her braless breasts caught the attention of my cock as I watched her move back and forth on the screen.
Oh no! I was looking at my sister’s bare tits! She threw the tank top aside and brought her hands up to squeeze her hard balls together. She fondled her nipples with her palms, pinching the plump nipples between her thumb and forefinger and I watched her reaction. I realized what she was saying and I increased the volume.
“Just wish you could do it yourself here,” her sexy voice came from the speakers as I unzipped my jeans and started stroking my hard cock. “I missed you so much, Mark,” she said and pushed her hard nipples toward the camera, trying to give him a close-up, but all she did was force them in and out.
“Do you want to see my pussy?” she asked. Yes! Of course, I realized she wasn’t talking to me. “You want to see my pussy, Mark?” She teasingly unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs, revealing a tight black thong. She looked like she had had a few drinks.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she continues, taking off her jeans and shaking her bare ass. “You better never show this to anyone, Mark!” She smiles, looking over her shoulder at the camera.
Oh god! My sister has a great ass! I had seen her in bathing suits before, but never in a bathing suit that had just a thin strip of fabric between her firm ass cheeks. My cock was about to swell. I found a box of tissues and grabbed some while jerking my cock. Mariana turned around and to my delight she was rolling her thong down to her thighs. Fuck me! Her blonde pubic hair was cut into a neat triangle, and the sight of it triggered my release. I jerked my cock up fast, shooting lots of cum into the tissues. The video ends with her standing naked in front of the camera, her labia barely visible through her golden bush. Oh god!
After washing the paper towels, I went back to the computer and checked her email log. Fortunately, Marianne has chosen to have Windows remember her login name and password so I can easily read all her messages. For about a month she had been sending nude pictures of herself to her husband every day. Then his visit was unexpectedly extended and he sent her an email asking for more intimate pictures.
“I’m stuck here for a few months again, please think again about sending photos. Just some of your best qualities… I love you, miss you and want to see you… all of you!
love you mark”
There were at least thirty photos, and when I clicked them, I got hard again. After choosing my favorites, I used the Windows viewer to put them together on my desktop. I started with close-ups of Mariana’s delicate breasts and both of her buttocks, one of which had her leaning away from the camera, spreading her buttocks apart. I placed them side-by-side at the top of the screen. Just below them, I placed three more photos: one of them has a full frontal view of Mariana, with her hands on her hips and her smiling at the camera. My cock twitched in my jeans as I adjusted two photos of her pussy, one standing up to the camera and one lying on the bed, her legs spread and her knees raised. I pulled my jeans off and started masturbating again. I made a mental note to bring a flash drive with me tomorrow so I could download my own copy.
After typing this time, I glanced through the rest of the emails and read the latest one.
“Please try to understand the video. I really want to see you walk and hear you talk… I think you know something else. I miss you… I love you… you can figure it out!
love you mark”
I watched the video again and then looked at the clock. Marianne would be home soon. Turning off my computer, I walked to the kitchen table and began working on my homework as if nothing unusual had happened.
“Hey idiot!” Marianne greeted me as I entered the front door and placed her purse on the coffee table.
“Hi sister!” I replied standing up and hugging her. When you see someone naked, actually a picture of her naked, you start looking at her differently. My sister was wearing a beige blouse with a dark brown skirt and when I looked at her breasts it was like I saw an x-ray. I could only see her half-dollar sized areolas and thick pink nipples. Of course, nothing has changed for her. She wrapped her arms around me without much thought and pressed those beautiful breasts against my chest. I stopped myself from squeezing her ass when she kissed me on the cheek.
“How was your day?” I asked, moving aside so she couldn’t see my penis.
“Great!” she sighed. “Kids are challenging, but it can be even worse. What about you?” Great! I masturbated twice to the nude pictures on your computer.
“It’s still the same, it’s still the same.” I replied, continuing with my homework. “I have a few more math problems left, and then we can shoot some videos,” I told her. ‘Do you want to do it in the park?’ Marianne used to take me to the park when we were little. We would push each other on the swings, climb the monkey bars, and buy ice cream from the sidewalk vendors.
“Good idea!” Mariana smiled, pulling her shirt off her skirt and unbuttoning it. “Everything will be back to normal.” As she undid the last clasp of the binding, I saw the inner bulges of her breasts disappear into her beige bra.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I said, but I didn’t remember getting hard for my sister in the park. Of course, I had never masturbated to a nude picture of her before.
“Let me change,” she said, turning toward the hallway and sliding her shirt off her shoulders. I watched as she began to unbutton her dress before heading to the bedroom. Damn it!
I knew it was wrong and I felt like a twelve year old kid as I sneaked into the hallway and tried to catch a glimpse of my naked sister.
“What do you think we should film?” Marianne called from the bedroom, apparently thinking I was still in the kitchen. I ran back as quietly as possible before I could answer her.
“We can shoot whatever you want,” I replied. How about a video of you giving me a blowjob? I quietly walked down the hallway again and took a quick look into Marianne’s bedroom. She was standing in front of the dresser across the room with her back to me. I looked again and discovered there was a mirror above the dresser and hoped she wasn’t looking into it. Fortunately, she didn’t.
My eyes caught her bending over the dresser, wearing only a bra and a beige thong! Damn that! I could see her bare cheeks and the thin strip of fabric between them. Her ass looks even better than the video. I looked in the mirror over her head and there was a tit hanging out of her bra cup. My cock was sticking out of the front of my jeans when I went back to the kitchen to finish my homework. I definitely need those pictures on her computer!
“Let’s go to the park like before,” said Marianne, emerging from her bedroom in tight white shorts and a light blue tank top. Her bra straps were clearly visible next to the straps of her tank top.
“Of course,” I said, turning away from her so she couldn’t see the bulge in my jeans. “Where is your camera?” I asked.
She picked up her camera bag and we headed to the park. It really was like old times and if I didn’t think about her naked body all the time, maybe my cock would go back to normal. Or maybe hardship is the new normal.
I filmed Marianne on the swing, zooming in as she swung away, zooming out as she got closer, and laughing when she tried to kick me. During the recording I refused to focus on her boobs or ass, but when the camera paused I used the zoom function to look at her ass cheeks. Her tight white shorts were hanging down her ass and looked sexy, but I could see the beige thong under the shorts in my mind. X-ray vision again.
“My turn,” Marianne said, camera in hand, as I ran to the monkey bars. Swinging from the railing and exerting a little energy calmed my libido and made me less self-conscious about what might happen in the film. We stopped at an ice cream shop and then went back to her house to learn how to edit videos.
“This is fun!” said Marianne as we walked to the car, her arm around my waist and eating ice cream.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “We should do this more often.” Maybe next time we can make some movies in your bedroom while you’re changing.
“Really!” Marianne said, hugging me tightly. I’m glad my sister can’t read my mind.
Mariana made dinner while I turned on her computer for the second time that day. After loading the video from the park, I looked for editing software and realized that the software she had couldn’t compress the video enough to allow her to email it. While we were having dinner, I offered to take whatever footage she had to edit back to my computer and compress it for her. I’m such a cool brother.
“No, that’s fine,” he said quickly. “What software do I need?”
I gave her the name of a program that was easy to use and would do exactly what she wanted. I offered to do it for her again, but she refused, so I offered to buy the proper software, load it onto her computer, and teach her how to use it. She gave me a credit card and I told her I would copy all of her photos onto my thumb drive after school tomorrow! Apparently I hadn’t actually told her that last part.
I found the best software deals on the internet and the next day, after copying Marianne’s pictures to my pen drive, I masturbated again while I downloaded and installed the software. She must have taken four new pictures last night: two pinching her nipples, and two of her putting her fingers in her pussy. She sent Mark an email saying she was getting new video software and maybe the pictures would turn him on. They would be helping me!
The nipple shots are so close up that her boobs completely fill the screen. In one photo, she held her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, not actually pinching them, but I was surprised to see that the tips of the nipples were just beyond the width of her fingers. She was clearly teasing them and thoroughly stimulating them. In another photo she is definitely pinching them and pulling them out of her boobs.
It seems that my sister knows what a man wants to see, which is evident from the pussy shots. In one of the pictures she is lying full length on the bed with her legs spread wide and two fingers in her pussy. The other one is a close-up view of her pussy in almost the same position. Apparently she had to stand up to accommodate the camera, but the close-up shows two fingers buried up to the second knuckle inside her glistening pussy.
When the software download is complete, I start loading and a box pops up telling me to restart my computer. Perfect timing! I hit “restart” and went to the bathroom to wash off the semen-filled tissues. When Marianne came home, I taught her how to use the software, showed her a few simple editing steps and then showed her how to save it as an email-ready file. When we were editing the video in the park, I realized that Marianne didn’t feel as hesitant as I did when I was the photographer, and there were many close-ups of my ass and crotch.
“What was that?” I asked, wondering if she was disappointed that I didn’t do the same to her.
“This is you at your best!” she laughed when I cut to the butt shot. “You know, for a nerd, you have a great ass,” she joked. “I thought I’d post it online and see if I could get you an appointment.”
“What about this?” I asked, exposing the picture of my crotch, which shows a clear bulge in my jeans.
“I just wanted to know what you were thinking of.” She smiled as I hit the delete button. “Gee, you’re not funny at all!” she laughed. If you want to see the real thing, I can check it out.
“I wasn’t thinking of anyone.” I lied. “It’s my naturally comfortable size,” I said quietly, without looking at him.
“Right!” she laughed. “Get up!” she said, pulling me out of the chair and staring at my crotch. “I don’t think so.” Stick with it for a few more minutes and you might be surprised.
“Stop it, sister,” I said, sitting down again. Okay, I’m being a hypocrite. I could have turned away and thought about her all day, but it would have been embarrassing if she saw me like this. I don’t understand either.
“I was just joking, Ronnie,” she said, calling me by my childhood nickname and stroking my hair. “I really appreciate your help with this.”
“Okay, now you try it.” I watched as he processed the video and saved it in email format.
“Okay!” I praised him, surprised that he learned it so quickly. “You’re all set!” I told him, eager to see what would appear on his computer tomorrow.
“Thank you, Ron,” Marion stood up and hugged me. “I really appreciate it.” I took a step back as her nipples pressed against my chest and my cock responded to my fantasy of the porn video.
“Don’t worry,” I told her as I packed up my school stuff. “Let me know if you need more help.” Or if you need a photographer.
“I will,” she said. “Thank you.”
I went to my sister’s house every day for the next week and was never disappointed. Sometimes I was still there when she got home and we had dinner together. Other times I would jerk off, copy the new videos to my thumb drive, and leave without her knowing I was there. I’ve amassed quite a collection of videos on my laptop that leaves my cock pounding almost every night.
After a week of watching my sister dance naked, pose on the bed and shake her tits and ass in front of the camera, I finally got the chance to watch her masturbate. This is the movie I’ve been waiting for. For the past week, Mark has been dropping not-so-subtle hints about what he wants to see. I don’t know if Mariana was resistant or if she just knew the value of good foreplay, but it finally came!
I copied it to my pen drive and read it three times before opening my brother-in-law’s latest email. After the usual update, he ended with his most passionate plea ever.
“I know you never thought you’d make videos like this in our first year of marriage, but you can’t possibly know how much they mean to me. You’ll never understand how they help me through lonely, sad times. On this freaking day in hell, I’d like to see you do more of that on video, but besides there being no cameras, there’s no privacy in hell either!”
love you mark”
By this time my cock was rock hard and when I started the video again I pulled it out. I grabbed some tissues to catch my goo and stroked it up and down while watching my sister masturbate.
The film begins with Marianne lying on the bed, legs spread out towards the camera. She watched herself on the monitor, stood up and adjusted the camera angle several times, then raised her knees and started fingering her pussy. She should have removed the camera adjusting part, didn’t she notice that day?
“Hi honey!” she smiles at the camera. “I wish it was your cock, not my fingers,” she said, pinching her nipple with her other hand. “I want you to suck my nipples here… eat my pussy… and fuck me!” she gasped, thrusting two fingers in and out of her wet pussy.
