Hi Geek!” Maryanne’s voice came through the speakerphone, using the nickname that she had affectionately called me for years. “I’m having trouble e-mailing a video file. That’s because of the blonde filter on your computer,” I teased, using a running joke between me and my older sister.
“The only reason blondes have more fun is because they are more easily amused,” I answered. “I’d rather be a geek.” Actually, I’d rather be a jock, but that’s never going to happen.
“Yeah, but geeks don’t get laid,” she teased with unintended accuracy, and I changed the subject.
“What do you need to e-mail?” I asked.
“How come it says the file is too large?” she responded, ignoring my question.
My sister is twenty-two years old and she and Mark got married last year, just before he left for Iraq. Their house is about ten minutes away from us and I frequently stop off on my way home from school to do my homework and have dinner with my sister. I have a key because I maintain her lawn and fix things around the house since her husband left. I was definitely going to have to go by tomorrow and look at her video, but that’s not what I said now.
“What program are you using to import and edit the video?” I asked.
“I never said I recorded it!” Maryanne snapped.
“Okay. Sorry, Sis,” I answered, knowing she must have recorded it or she’d be telling me what it was. “What program are you using to compress the video?” I tried again.
“Windows Media Center,” she replied, “but I’m not sure if I’m doing it right.” She sighed resignedly as I tried to think of a way to help her without looking at her video.
“That’d be great, Ron,” she replied, approving of my idea. “I’m such a dunce at this stuff.” What an understatement.
It’s hard to describe my sister without sounding biased. She is absolutely gorgeous; a beautiful face, long blonde hair, great tits, and a head-turning ass. Sure, she’s my sister, but as she pointed out, geeks don’t get laid, and when she lived at home, I was constantly trying to sneak peeks at her naked body. In my mind, it was the only hope I had of seeing tits and ass anytime soon.
Come on, what’s taking so long? I impatiently drummed my fingers on her desk. The anticipation was killing me. I was starting to wonder if it was all just wishful thinking. Maybe it was just some innocuous video that she didn’t want me to see for some stupid reason.
The movie started and, as I suspected, it’s a really amateurish video of Maryanne doing a strip tease. The camera was obviously on a tripod and she was standing in front of it pulling a white tank top over her head. Her braless tits got my cock’s attention, as I stared at her swaying back and forth on the screen.
“Just wish you were here to do this yourself,” her sultry voice came through the speakers, as I unsnapped my jeans and started stroking my hard cock. “I miss you so much, Mark,” she said, moving her hard nipples towards the camera, trying to give him a close-up view, but instead all she accomplished was to make them go in and out of focus.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she continued, turning around and wiggling her bare ass cheeks as she stepped out of her jeans. “You better not ever show this to anyone, Mark!” She smiled, looking over her shoulder at the camera.
After flushing the tissues, I returned to the computer to explore her e-mail history. Fortunately, Maryanne chose to have Windows remember her log-in and password, so I could easily read all her messages. She’d been sending nude pictures of herself to her husband every day for about a month. That’s when his tour unexpectedly got extended and he sent an e-mail begging her for more intimate pictures.
Love, Mark”
There were at least thirty pictures and as I clicked through them, I got hard again. Picking out my favorites, I used Windows Viewer to place them side-by-side on the desktop. I started with a close-up of Maryanne’s exquisite tits and two of her ass, in one of which she was bent away from the camera and pulling her ass cheeks apart. I positioned these side by side across the top of the screen. Directly beneath them I lined up three more pictures: one was a full frontal view of Maryanne smiling at the camera with her hands on her hips. My cock was straining against my jeans as I resized two shots of her pussy, including one standing close to the camera and one lying on the bed with her legs spread and her knees pulled up. I yanked my jeans down and started jacking off again. I made a mental note to bring a flash drive tomorrow so I could download copies for myself.
When I finished jacking off this time, I skimmed through the rest of the e-mails, completely reading the latest one.
“Please try to figure out the video. I really want to watch you move and hear you talk and… I think you know what else. I miss you… love you… you can figure it out!
Love, Mark”
“Hey Geek!” Maryanne greeted me, walking in the front door and dropping her purse on an end table.
“Hi Sis!” I replied, getting up and giving her a hug. When you’ve seen someone nude, actually pictures of her nude, you start looking at her differently. My sister was wearing a beige blouse tucked into a dark brown skirt and when I looked at her tits, it was like I had x-ray vision. All I could see were her half-dollar size areolas and her thick rose-colored nipples. Of course, nothing had changed for her; she wrapped her arms around me and pressed those gorgeous tits right up against my chest, without thinking anything of it. I restrained myself from squeezing her ass cheeks, as she brushed a kiss across my cheek.
“How was your day?” I asked, stepping away and sitting down so she didn’t see my hard-on.
“Great!” she sighed. “The kids are challenging, but it could be worse. How about yours?” Great! I jacked off twice to the nude pictures of you on your computer.
“Same old, same old,” I answered, as I returned to my homework. “I have a couple of math problems left and then we can shoot some video,” I told her. “Would you like to do it in the park?” When we were younger, Maryanne used to take me to the park all the time. We’d push each other on the swings, climb the monkey bars and get ice cream from the sidewalk vendor.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I said, except I don’t ever remember having had a hard-on for my sister at the park. Of course, I’ve never jacked off to nude pictures of her before either.
I know it’s wrong, and I felt like a twelve-year-old as I snuck down the hallway, trying to catch a glimpse of my naked sister.
“What do you think we should shoot?” Maryanne shouted from the bedroom, obviously assuming I was still in the kitchen. I ran back as quietly as I could, before I answered her.
My eyes took in her form bending over in front of her dresser in just her bra and a beige thong! Fuck! I could see her bare ass cheeks and the thin strip of material wedged between them. Her ass looked even better than in the videos. I glanced over her head, into the mirror, and saw a mouthful of tit hanging down into the cups of her bra. My cock was bulging the front of my jeans as I scooted back into the kitchen and packed up my homework. I definitely needed those pictures from her computer!
“Sure,” I said, turning away from her so she couldn’t see the bulge in my jeans. “Where’s your video camera?” I asked.
She grabbed her camera bag and we headed off to the park. It really was like old times and if I didn’t keep thinking about her naked, perhaps my cock would’ve returned to normal. Or maybe hard was the new normal.
“My turn,” Maryanne said, taking the camera as I ran for the monkey bars. Swinging across the bars and exerting a little energy calmed down my libido and I was less self-conscious about what might show up on the video. We stopped for an ice cream bar before heading back to her house to learn how to edit video.
“It was,” I agreed. “We should do this more often.” Maybe next time we can shoot some video in your bedroom while you’re changing your clothes.
“Definitely!” Maryanne said, squeezing me tighter. I was glad my sister couldn’t read my mind.
Maryanne made dinner while I booted up her computer for the second time that day. Loading the video from the park, I looked for editing software and realized that what she had wouldn’t compress the video sufficiently to allow her to e-mail it. As we ate dinner, I offered to take whatever video she wanted edited back to my computer and condense it for her. I’m such a good brother.
“No, that’s okay,” she said quickly. “What software do I need?”
I gave her the name of a program that’s easy to use and would do what she wanted. I again offered to do it for her, but she declined, so I offered to buy the right software, load it on her computer and teach her how to use it. She gave me a credit card and I told her I would do it after school tomorrow, right after I copied all of her pictures to my flash drive! I didn’t actually tell her that last part obviously.
I found the best software deal online, and the next day, after copying Maryanne’s pictures to my flash drive, I jacked off again while the software downloaded and installed. There were four new pictures that she must have taken last night: two where she was pinching her nipples and two with her fingers in her pussy. She sent Mark an e-mail saying she was getting new video software and maybe those pictures would tide him over. They certainly were tiding me over!
The nipple shots were pretty close up, with her tits completely filling the screen. In one, she was holding her nipples between her thumb and her index finger, not really pinching them, but I was surprised to see the tips extending beyond the width of her fingers. She was obviously teasing them to full arousal. In the other one, she was definitely pinching them and pulling them out from her tits.
My sister seemed to know what a guy wanted to see and that was really evident from the pussy shots. One showed her whole body lying on the bed with her legs spread and two fingers in her pussy. The second one was a close up of her pussy in almost exactly the same position. She obviously had to get up to adjust the camera, but the close up showed two fingers buried to the second knuckle inside her glistening pussy.
I shot my load as the software finished downloading and a box popped up telling me to restart the computer. Perfect timing! I clicked restart and got to the bathroom to flush the cum-filled tissue. When Maryanne got home, I taught her how to use the software, walking her through a couple of simple editing steps and then showed her how to save it as an e-mail ready file. As we edited the video from the park, I realized that Maryanne didn’t feel as restrained as I did when I was the cameraman and there were several close ups of my ass and my crotch.
“What was that about?” I asked, wondering if she was disappointed that I didn’t do the same thing to her.
“That’s your best side!” she laughed, as I edited out the butt shot. “You know, for a geek, you’ve got a great ass,” she teased. “I thought I’d post it online and see if I can get you a date.”
“What about this one?” I asked, highlighting the crotch shot, showing a definite bulge in my jeans.
“I just wondered who you were thinking about.” She smiled, as I pressed the delete button. “Awww, you’re no fun!” she laughed. I could be if you’d like to see the real thing.
“I wasn’t thinking about anyone,” I lied. “That’s my natural relaxed size,” I deadpanned, without looking at her.
“Right!” she smirked. “Stand up!” she said, yanking me out of the chair and staring at my crotch. “I didn’t think so.” Do that for a few more minutes and it may surprise you.
“Stop it, Sis,” I said, sitting back down. Okay, I’m hypocritical. I’ll jack off, thinking about her all day long, but it’s embarrassing if she looks at me that way. I don’t understand it either.
“I’m just kidding, Ronnie,” she said, calling me by my childhood nickname, as she tussled my hair. “I really appreciate your help with this.”
“Okay, now you try it.” I watched her manipulate the video and save it in e-mail ready format.
“Good!” I praised her, surprised at how quickly she picked it up. “You’re all set!” I told her, anxious to see what would be on her computer tomorrow.
“Thank you, Ron,” Maryanne said, standing up and giving me a hug. “I really appreciate this.” Between her tits pushing against my chest and my imagination running wild with erotic videos, my cock responded and I stepped back.
“No worries,” I told her, gathering up my school stuff. “Let me know if you need any more help.” Or if you need a cameraman.
“I will,” she said. “Thanks.”
I visited my sister’s house every day for the next week and I was never disappointed. Some days I was still there when she got home and we would have dinner together. Other days, I jacked off, copying the new video to my flash drive and leaving without her even knowing I was there. I was building up quite a video collection on my laptop and almost wearing my dick out every night.
After a week of watching my sister dance naked, roll around in various poses on the bed, and shake her tits and ass for the camera, I finally got to watch her masturbate. This was the video I had been waiting for. Mark had been hinting, not so subtly, for the past week about what he wanted to see. I didn’t know if Maryanne was resistant or if she just knew the value of good foreplay, but there it was at last!
I copied it to my flash drive and then watched it three times before I opened the latest e-mail from my brother-in-law. After the normal update, he finished with his most impassioned plea yet.
“I know you never imagined that you’d spend the first year of our marriage making videos like these, but you can’t possibly know how much they mean to me. You could never understand how they help me get through the lonely, frustrating, frightening days in this hellhole. I need to see you do more on the video. I’d reciprocate, but besides not having a camera, there’s no privacy in Hell!
Love, Mark”
By this time my cock was rock solid and I pulled it out as I started the video again. Grabbing some tissues to catch my gunk, I stroked up and down, while I watched my sister masturbate.
The video started with Maryanne lying on the bed, with her legs spread towards the camera. She was watching herself on the monitor and got up a couple of times to adjust the camera angle, then pulled her knees up and started fingering her pussy. She should have edited out adjusting the camera; wasn’t she paying attention the other day?
“Hi Hon!” she smiled at the camera. “I wish this was your cock, instead of my finger,” she said, pulling on her nipple with her other hand. “I wish you were here to suck my nipples… eat my pussy… and fuck me!” she panted, pumping two fingers in and out of her wet pussy.