The Video Shoot (Lizzie Pt. 02)

The Video Shoot

[Four days later]

I was just cleaning myself up when the doorbell rang.

"Shit!"

The girl on the screen had a face was full of cum. She lay panting on her bed, as the four huge guys who'd just had their way with her in every hole, every way, had finally emptied their balls both on and in her. Cum ran from her pussy and her asshole, from the corner of her mouth, down her cheek. Her face and hair, her tits... She was like a frosted cupcake. Breathing heavily, she looked totally exhausted. That girl was my dear, sweet little sister, Lizzie.

I closed the open windows on Lizzie's laptop and shut it down. Just as I zipped up my pants the doorbell rang again.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered. "Hold your horses for just half a minute, will ya?!"

I buckled my belt as I headed for the door.

"Hey, big bro!"

It was Lizzie!

"I was passing by and thought I'd just stop by to pick up my laptop. You know... Save you the trip."

"It isn't much of a trip, Lizzie," I said. "I can just drop it off later."

"Weren't you done with it?" she asked. "I thought you said you were done with it yesterday?"

I froze.

"I- uhm, yeah, I guess. I mean- it's fixed and all, but I just wanted to clean it before returning it. You know, it's a bit dusty inside and-"

"Don't worry, big bro," Lizzie laughed. "You've done more than enough already. As long as it works and I can get to my files, I'm happy."

"Uhm... Yeah... Sure... I mean..."

"You ok?"

"Yeah, sure! Of course. Why? Do I look sick?"

"No, but you're rambling."

"Oh, I was just in the middle of something and, you know. Kinda in the zone. So I'm just a bit... you know."

I pointed to my head and made a whistling sound.

"O... k?" Lizzie said, looking quizzically at me.

"Anyway, let me get it for you and I'll drive you home."

"You don't have to do that," she said. "It's only a twenty minute walk, and the weather is just beautiful!"

She turned her face towards the sun and closed her eyes.

"That's ok," I said. "I need a break anyway. Gimme just a sec."

I got inside and grabbed her laptop. The tissues from my last jerk-off session were still there. Best if Lizzie didn't see those. I headed back out and gave Lizzie her laptop.

"Here you go," I said, putting on my jacket. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

As we drove to her place, I couldn't help but glance at her laptop, safely placed on her lap. In a way it was like getting rid of a cursed object. Over the last couple of days I'd spent way too much time jerking off to her videos. Whether it was masturbation, lesbian, straight, gangbang... She'd done it all. And there were still many, many of videos left. My plan had been to copy some of the videos I hadn't seen yet for later use. But now that she'd shown up unexpected, that plan went down the drain.

"I'm free," I thought. "I can never unsee or forget what I saw, but I won't see any more of it. Maybe, just maybe, I can one day go back to thinking of her as my little sister again. See her as my innocent sister and not think about the things I've seen her do."

At the same time, I couldn't help but sneak a peek at her thighs. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and for a split second I had an urge of putting my hand on them. Sliding my hand down between them. Slowly inching it up towards her-

"Stop it!" I thought to myself. "Stop it!"

The very next second I wondered what panties she was wearing today.

"Fuck!"

"What?" Lizzie said.

"What?"

"You muttered something," she said.

"Sorry. Just lost in my thoughts."

We pulled up outside her place just a few minutes later.

"Thanks again, big bro!" Lizzie said as she opened the passenger door and prepared to get out of the car. "I don't know what I would've done if I'd lost all that work."

"Don't mention it," I said, probably for the 100th time. "It was an easy fix. I'd still recommend getting a new one, though. Once they start failing, it's usually a sign they're getting close to the end of their lifespan."

"I will," she said.

She got out of the car and as she turned to close the door, she leaned back in.

"See you at the party on Saturday, then?"

"Party?"

"Jimmy's party, remember? You said you'd come."

"Oh yeah!" I said. "Sorry. Just forgot it was this Saturday. But yeah, sure."

"Love ya, big bro!" she chirped and blew me a kiss before closing the car door and going inside.

I knew it was just a sisterly gesture of affection, nothing more. She always did this. But after seeing her perform unspeakable acts in those videos, I still felt a twitch in my pants. It was hard not to see her in that light after the things I'd seen her do. At the same time, she was my little sister, and only 22, a full 6 years younger than me. I hated the fact that every time I saw her, in my mind's eye, I saw her getting railed by some huge dildo wielded by her best friend. Or with a cock in her mouth. Or with cum all over her face. Or getting spit-roasted by two huge guys.

Was I starting to lust after my own sister? No. Of course not. That would be sick. But still... The scent of her perfume. The trill in her laugh. The way she playfully bumped me with her shoulder. Or when she wore clothes showing off her figure. I always felt that twitch in my pants. And I was disgusted by myself for it.

***

Saturday came, and with it, Jimmy's party. I was going with a couple of friends, but I knew Lizzie was going to be there with one of her friends too. I was hoping against hope that I would be able to go back to viewing her as my sister, but I had my doubts. And as soon as she arrived, I knew there was no chance of that happening. The second she came in my jaw almost hit the floor.

She was wearing a tight black top, a short leather skirt and black, knee-high socks with a purple outline of bats on them and some punk/goth leather boots. She had black lipstick and smokey eye make-up. She's also drawn some freckles on her face. I instantly sported a semi in my pants.

"Shit!" I thought. "What's wrong with me? She's your sister, idiot!"

"Hey, big bro!" she chirped as she gave me the tightest hug. I couldn't help but notice her firm, perky breasts pressing against my chest.

"Hey there, sis," I said, the scent of her perfume almost driving me mad.

"You know Kaley, right?" Lizzie said, gesturing to her friend, who wore a matching outfit.

"Yeah, I've seen her a few times before."

"Seen?"

"Met," I said. "I mean, I've met her a few times before."

"You're not drunk already, are you?" Lizzie said with a chuckle. "I've been looking forward to having a few drinks with my big bro, so don't you pass out before that, ok?"

"I'm fine," I said. "Just a bit tired, but I've just had some caffeine, so I'll liven up again soon."

"I'm counting on it," Lizzie said. "I gotta say hi to Jimmy, but we'll hang later, ok?"

"Sure."

She and Kaley headed over to Jimmy, and I took the opportunity of adjusting the raging boner in my pants.

The party was fun, but I was constantly stressed out about Lizzie. Whenever she was near, I felt my dick hardening and my heartbeat speeding up. And anywhere I went, Lizzie was sure to follow shortly after. Finally, I decided I had to cool off. Get some fresh air. I grabbed Simon, one of the friends I'd come here with, and headed outside. I told him I wasn't feeling too good, probably too much to drink, and asked if he'd keep me company for a few minutes. Being the good friend that he is, he did.

After a while, I noticed Simon's voice starting to tremble a bit.

"It's getting chilly," he finally said. "Wanna go inside?"

"Nah, not yet," I replied. "But you go ahead. I'll be there shortly. I just want to enjoy the night for a bit first."

"You do you," he said as he got up, crossed the lawn and went inside.

For a few minutes I sat there, just sipping my beer and enjoying the view of the starlit sky. That wasn't the real reason I didn't want to go inside, though. Lizzie was looking too fucking hot tonight. I knew I wasn't the only one noticing. It was painfully obvious she was the center of attention in there. Everyone in there took long, good looks at her every now and then. I won't deny she turned me on quite a bit. After watching all those videos of her it was almost like a pavlovian response. I couldn't help it. And I hated it.

Someone sat down beside me. I looked over and my heart jumped in my chest. It was Lizzie.

"What are you doing out here all alone, big bro?"

Even the way she said 'big bro' started to sound sexy.

"Just... enjoying the night," I said. My mouth ran dry. I sipped my beer again.

"Are you avoiding me?" she asked in a serious tone.

I turned to look at her. She looked so sincere.

"No," I said sheepishly. "Why would you think that?"

"Because when I sat down by the sofa table, you went into the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen, you sat down by the dining table. When I sat down there, you went out here."

"Why would I be avoiding you?" I asked.

"Maybe because of what you saw on my laptop?"

I froze.

"W-What do you mean?" I stuttered.

She leaned in and put her mouth so close to my ear I felt the warmth of her breath when she spoke.

"I know you saw my videos."

"What videos?"

She got back into a normal position.

"Don't pretend you didn't," she said, dead serious. "I know you did."

I swallowed. I knew I wasn't fooling anyone, but still...

"I have no idea what-"

"Yes, you do!" she said. "And do you want to know how I know?"

"Okay?"

"You know there's a list of recently opened files, right?"

I almost threw up. I had been meaning to remove the files from the list before returning it, but because Lizzie had stopped by to pick up her laptop unexpectedly, I hadn't actually done it!

"Did you like them?" she asked teasingly. "You must have. You watched sooo many of them."

I tried to speak but couldn't get a single word out.

"That explains why you've been acting so weird. And why you've been giving me those looks."

She leaned in again. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating.

"Got nothing to say? Cat got your tongue?"

"I- I-"

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not angry. In fact, I'm kinda glad you saw them. Now you know what I do for a living."

She scooted closer.

"So... Have you been jerking off to them? Have you stroked your cock while watching your little sister get fucked? While watching her with a cock in every hole? While watching her eat her best friend's pussy?"

I could do nothing but stare straight ahead. Her voice was almost drowned out by the sound of my heartbeat pulsing in my ears. For a few seconds she just sat there, looking at me. Then she placed a hand on my knee. My cock instantly hardened.

"So... Why settle for just jerking off?"

I turned my head and looked at her, utterly confused. She grinned.

"Wanna be in one?"

"What?" I exclaimed, finally managing to get a word out.

"Wanna be in one of my videos?"

Once again, she leaned closer. Her lips brushed against my ear as she whispered:

"Wanna be in *me*?"

"Are you insane?"

Lizzie pulled back again.

"No," she said. "I'm not. But what I am is turned on by the fact that my own brother has jerked off to me. Watched me get fucked, fingered and licked while stroking his cock."

"You ARE insane!"

"You're one to talk, big bro," she said. "I'm not the one masturbating to my sibling."

Well, she got me there. But there was no way in hell I'd admit it.

"What you're talking about is very, very different!"

"Is it now? You've been thinking about it. Wanting it. *Yearning* for it!"

Her hand went a bit up my thigh. She gently squeezed.

"Are you fucking with me right now?" I said.

"No," she said. "Not yet. But if you want me to, I could be."

Her hand went higher, just barely touching the huge bulge in my pants. She looked down on it, then back into my eyes.

"And it seems you really do want to."

"You're kidding, right? Trying to lure me into a trap. Just to make me look like a fool and a perv."

She pulled back and looked me dead in the eye.

"I would never do that to you," she said sincerely. She looked offended. "And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit hurt and offended by the accusation. You're my big bro. You've always been there for me. Always looked out for me. I would never, ever humiliate you like that. I'd never forgive myself if I did."

"Listen," I said. "What you're talking about is crossing a line that can never be uncrossed!"

"C'mon, big bro," she said, still looking at me. "You've seen me drink a wine glass full of fresh, hot cum like it was cold water on a hot day. Do you really think I even have a line left to cross?"

"Yes! This one! And it's pretty fucking big one! And also, no, I hadn't seen that."

"In that case," she giggled, "spoiler alert!"

She leaned in and once again whispered into my ear.

"I am dead serious. I'd like to film a video with you. I'd *love* it! A video of me sucking your cock. Of you fucking my face. Of you shoving your cock into my throbbing pussy. Of you shooting your load wherever you want. On my face. In my pussy. In my ass, if that's what you prefer. Don't worry. I'll blur out your face before uploading it."

She sucked my earlobe before pulling her head back.

"You're drunk!" I said.

"So I am," she said, grinning. "And horny as fuck! But seeing as you still haven't removed my hand from your cock, you're either even drunker or hornier than me. Or both."

She was right. Her hand was still caressing my cock through my pants, and I hadn't done anything to remove it.

"Think about it," she said, getting up. "Tomorrow, send me a text. Just a single 'Yes' or 'No'. But I sure as fuck hope it'll be a yes."

With a final squeeze, she let go of my cock and went back inside. I just sat there, stunned by what had just happened.

The next morning, I woke up to find a new text message on my phone.

"So, what's it gonna be, big bro? Yes? Or no?"

After typing out the word, I hesitated for what seemed to be an eternity before sending my reply: Yes.

It took only a few seconds for her to reply. "Yay!