Behind a small door in Jacob\u2019s house, there\u2019s four filing cabinets\u2014one for each member of his family.
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I don\u2019t know how, but I\u2019d never noticed the small doorway before. It was opposite the bathroom, and so you\u2019d expect to notice it every time you exit the smallest room in the house, but I\u2019d never consciously spotted it there before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the time I was in a rush, so I just mentally noted it, thought \u201cHow strange,\u201d and ran to meet my friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was later that night, when I couldn\u2019t sleep\u2026that\u2019s when I decided to explore it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My name\u2019s Jacob. I live with my mother, my father, and my sister. Well, Mom and Dad aren\u2019t around much, so it\u2019s just me and Ashley most of the time. We\u2019re referred to as the \u201cWonder Twins\u201d sometimes\u2026not because we\u2019re twins, but because we lucked out genetically. I\u2019m tall, broad-shouldered, and I work out\u2026and my sister?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To put it simply, my sister is the most attractive creature on the planet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Long, blonde hair, a tiny waist, and tits that are perfectly proportioned to her frame. They say I\u2019m a looker, but I honestly can\u2019t compete with Ash\u2026I know that it\u2019s wrong, but many time I\u2019ve lain awake at night thinking about her perfectly plump lips wrapping around my cock, wondering if her body is as perfect as it looks\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019d feel guilty about it, but honestly\u2026a lot of things keep me up at night. I\u2019m an insomniac, and if I\u2019m going to be staring at the ceiling, I figure I might as well be thinking about something pleasant. Sometimes I\u2019ll make a game of it, and see how many times I can jerk off in a row\u2026I don\u2019t always think about my sister, but she\u2019s started wearing less and less clothes around the house, so\u2026yeah, it\u2019s rare for any other females to enter my fantasies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unless they\u2019re joining my sister and me, if you know what I mean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On this night, however, I wasn\u2019t jerking off. I was laying there, as usual, staring at the ceiling, when suddenly I remembered the little door. Now you might be thinking that the middle of the night isn\u2019t the best time to be exploring strange rooms, but let me tell you\u2026when you can\u2019t sleep, the middle of the night is the best time for doing anything<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I got up, found a flashlight, and decided to see what was in there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wasn\u2019t really expecting anything exciting. It\u2019s a door in my house that I\u2019ve never noticed before\u2026it wasn\u2019t like it was going to contain hidden pirate treasure, or a secret aunt that Mom and Dad never told us about. But one of my methods of dealing with the insomnia is to just follow my whims\u2026an unanswered question can bounce around my head all night, but I knew that once I saw that nothing was in there, it would be one more thing that wasn\u2019t be distracting me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The door was stiff, like it hadn\u2019t been opened in a long time\u2014the doorknob turned fine, it was just the door itself that seemed to be stuck. I gave it a good shove, but nothing happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A part of me considered just going back to bed, but I wanted to know what was in there. Even if it was just old Christmas decorations, I wanted to know. So I put the flashlight down on the floor, put my shoulder to the door, and gave it a good shove.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It didn\u2019t open, but I definitely felt it shift. I decided to give it one more shot\u2014with a proper run-up\u2014and if that failed, give up, go to bed, and spend the rest of the night wondering why the sky was blue or something like that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n (That\u2019s a joke\u2014I know exactly why the sky is blue. It kept me up all night when I was nine, and so I\u2019d found my parents\u2019 old encyclopaedias, and read everything relating to \u201catmosphere\u201d and \u201clight frequencies\u201d and yada yada yada. If I\u2019d known how to connect the dialup, I probably would\u2019ve been able to find out in less than two minutes.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the end, I had to do a run-up while half bent over (which was strange to say the least. If my parents or sister had come out at that point, they would have been met with quite an odd sight).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Determined to find out what was inside the tiny door\u2014perhaps Harry Potter, locked away so his letters couldn\u2019t find him\u2014I half-ran, half-scampered towards the door, and when my shoulder made contact, it flew open with a loud \u201cBANG\u201d, as I went tumbling into the tiny room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not unexpectedly, it was full of dust, and I spent a few minutes coughing and wheezing, hoping that it wasn\u2019t asbestos that I was breathing in. When I caught my breath again, I listened carefully to see if my door-opening skills had roused anyone from their sleep, but it seemed that I was free to explore the room alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I picked up my flashlight, and swung it around. The room was tiny\u2014no longer than an average bed, and about as wide as a king-size. Like I said, it was so full of dust that I was practically choking with every breath\u2014I put my sleeve over my mouth just to make sure that I didn\u2019t start coughing again, and had a look at the room\u2019s contents.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In each corner of the room was a filing cabinet\u2026other than that, the room was completely bare. Weirdly, each filing cabinet had a name\u2014\u201cSpencer Maslow\u201d, \u201cRuth Maslow\u201d, \u201cAshley Maslow\u201d and my name, \u201c\u201dJacob Maslow\u201d. Ruth and Spencer are my parents\u2026my first thought was that this was where they kept all of our paperwork. Birth certificates, tax returns, all that kind of thing\u2026but then I remembered that Mom had a drawer in her study upstairs for all that junk. And plus it didn\u2019t look like this room had been opened in a long, long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I went straight for my own filing cabinet, of course\u2014who wouldn\u2019t? Inside there were a bunch of files\u2014I picked one at random from the middle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOrganization,\u201d it said, and here\u2019s where things got really weird.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside the file was a diagram of my room, and then another, more detailed diagram of my desk. And it was completely up to date\u2026like, it had the new monitor I\u2019d just inherited from a friend (when he got a better one\u2026he didn\u2019t die or anything) two days ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was obvious that no one had been in this room for years\u2026how did it have such current information? The paper looked brand-new, it wasn\u2019t even slightly yellowed\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n I continued to flip through, and got more and more freaked out as I did. There was a complete hierarchy of my computers\u2019 contents\u2026somehow, whoever had put these files together knew the system that I organized my porn system with.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Figuring I was sleep hallucinating or something like that, I returned the folder to the front of the drawer I\u2019d pulled it from, and staggered out of there. I shut the door carefully, and went back into my bedroom, where I spent four more hours staring at my ceiling before eventually drifting off to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n * * *<\/p>\n\n\n\n The next morning, when I woke up, I pretty easily convinced myself that it had all been a dream. I\u2019d hallucinated before\u2014only a few times, but it always felt like that. My hallucinations seemed so plausible, but at the same time just didn\u2019t make sense\u2026once I\u2019d imagined that I was a horse. My life was exactly the same\u2014parents, hot sister, bed\u2026but I had four legs instead of two, and no arms. My parents found me trying to open the fridge with my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was a Saturday, so my plans included \u201clounging around the house\u201d, and \u201cdoing nothing.\u201d A quick glance at the clock told me two things: firstly, that it was askew, something which I quickly corrected, and secondly, that I\u2019d slept in well past twelve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the way to the kitchen, I was unable to resist checking out the door, seeing if I\u2019d imagined that it<\/em> existed, or just what it contained\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sure enough, there it was\u2026a door that you had to hunch over to use, right across the hall from the bathroom. I must have seen it, and incorporated it into my weird dreams. I turned the handle and it opened easily, but I restrained myself from going in\u2026I wasn\u2019t quite prepared to face whatever lay behind those doors, whether it was four inexplicably-labelled filing cabinets or a haunted ventriloquists\u2019s dummy that was going to fuck my shit up for the next few days (and several sequels as well).<\/p>\n\n\n\n I began to make myself a sandwich, but when I went to get the ingredients, got distracted by the disarray that met me in the fridge and pantry. I never ended up making the sandwich, deciding to help my parents out by reorganizing the kitchen instead. My sister was sitting on the couch when I emerged an hour or two later\u2014when I saw her, I barely managed to refrain from cursing out loud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley plays tennis on Saturdays, and hadn\u2019t changed after the game. She should have been sweaty and disgusting, but of course she just looked sexy-messy\u2026her tennis outfit didn\u2019t cover her toned midriff, or her long legs, and she had this terrible habit of taking her bra off as soon as she got home\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn\u2019t want to be attracted to my sister, I swear, but she left me no choice\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Declining her offer of checking out the latest Adventure Time with her, I made my way straight to my room to jerk it\u2014I finished myself in record time, and immediately felt much more relaxed, especially after I threw out the tissues I used for clean-up, and emptied my bin. Maybe I\u2019d be able to hang out with her like a normal brother now, without my damned hormones controlling my every action.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d just started to sort out my MTG cards\u2014something I\u2019d been meaning to do for literally months now\u2014when I heard a knock on the door. It was Ashley\u2014she was clearly bored, and apparently I was better company than the TV. I know what you\u2019re reading this for, but I didn\u2019t throw her over my desk and take her or anything like that\u2014it would make a mess, for one, but more importantly\u2026we just didn\u2019t have that kind of relationship.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister and I spent the rest of the day just shooting the shit like siblings do. Her and I had always gotten along, and when I wasn\u2019t letting my dick do the thinking, we had a perfectly normal brother-sister relationship. We talked about Game of Thrones, and then spent even longer talking about how everyone on Facebook was talking about the latest episode. She kept me company as I put my laundry away, and even complimented me on my mad folding skillz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I considered telling her about the door, but something held me back. I guess a small part of me still believed that it could have been real, impossible though it seemed. After she left, I jerked off again (we have a normal relationship, but I had just sat in a room with a short-skirt-wearing goddess all day\u2026I\u2019m only human) and decided to hit up reddit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d been on reddit for less than half an hour when I glanced down, and noticed something\u2026well, strange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My desk was immaculate. I don\u2019t just mean \u201cit didn\u2019t have half-eaten bowls of pasta on it\u201d, I mean it was\u2026perfect. There wasn\u2019t a single item out of place\u2026even my pencils, somehow, were arranged from smallest to largest, exactly how I imagined they\u2019d be arranged in a perfect world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My mind started whirring, and I opened my computer\u2019s desktop. It was covered in the normal mish-mash of icons that I store there, and without even thinking, I started making folders, subfolders\u2026I ensured that there was a place for everything, and everything had its place. I didn\u2019t even look at the clock, just started sorting, and was physically incapable of stopping until I was done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As I put the last image I\u2019d downloaded into its correct sub-sub-folder (Porn > Pics > Solo topless > Redheads), I sat back, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. It\u2026it was hard to describe. It wasn\u2019t like I had no control over my body at all, it was just that\u2026well, spending my evening sorting out folders was the only thing I wanted to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No, more than that\u2026want is such a weak word. I needed to. I urgently, desperately needed to turn that chaotic pile of pixels into a system that made sense. Until everything was just right, the rest of the world was a blur\u2014it was the ultimate tunnel vision. I couldn\u2019t concentrate on anything else, I couldn\u2019t think<\/em> of anything else. It was like one of those niggling questions that come to me at night\u2014I couldn\u2019t sleep until it was solved. I just couldn\u2019t<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was like holding your breath\u2014you can only do it for so long, before your need for oxygen takes over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wondered, briefly, if my insomnia had somehow triggered some kind of latent OCD tendencies, but a quick google search quickly dispelled that idea. My head spinning, I turned around and opened my drawer\u2014all of my clothes were neatly folded and efficiently stacked next to each other, a stark contrast to my usual system of \u201cthrow them all in and root around when you want something.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I closed the drawer\u2014the idea of leaving it open almost made me physically ill\u2014and tried to trace my steps that day. I suddenly realized that everything I\u2019d done since waking up that morning had been neat, it had been organized\u2026it hadn\u2019t been like me at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was getting close to midnight, so I lay on my bed (which, I noticed, I\u2019d made that morning, for the first time\u2026ever), shut my eyes, and tried to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Unsuccessfully, of course. If trying to remember the name of the bad guy from the Smurfs (Gargamel) had once kept me up for six hours, suddenly becoming an OCD neat freak ensured that there was no chance of slumber overtaking me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was an embarrassingly long time before my eyes snapped open in sudden realization:<\/p>\n\n\n\n The dream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In my dream\/hallucination\/whatever you want to call it, I\u2019d opened a filing cabinet with my name on it, and found a file labelled \u201cOrganization\u201d. I\u2019d moved that file\u2026had that, somehow, rewired my brain?<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rational side of me tried to dismiss the thought, but it was no good. The thought had entered my head, and I knew that it was going to niggle away at me until I disproved it. With a sigh, I got up, found my flashlight, and went back down the hall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Apparently there are tests you can do to see if you\u2019re dreaming\u2014look at your watch, look away, and then look at it again, stuff like that. I wish I\u2019d known them at the time, because I can tell you\u2014it sure as hell felt like a dream. The door silently opened inward, and as I stepped, hunched over, into the room, I was again faced with four filing cabinets, each clearly labelled with the name of one of my family members. The footsteps in the dust confirmed that either I\u2019d been here the previous night, or at least that my dream had memory. I retraced my steps, stood in front of the drawers with my name on them, and opened it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n The next morning, I woke up, more refreshed than I\u2019d felt in years<\/em>. I practically sprang out of bed\u2014it was Sunday, and that meant that Mom and Dad were off to church. (As kids, my sister and I had been forced to accompany them, but now they gave us the choice\u2026with Ashley and I unanimously deciding that staying at home was a greatly preferable option.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, picked out a nice outfit, and went to sit in the garden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Either I was crazy, or it had worked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The drawer had looked exactly as I remembered it\u2014hundreds and hundreds of files, fitting impossibly in the same drawer. At the very front, where I had hastily shoved it last night, was the one that read \u201cOrganization\u201d. Behind it was simply \u201cAir\u201d, and behind that was one reading \u201cWater\u201d. They continued in this manner, with \u201cFood\u201d sitting only a few files ahead of \u201cOrgasm\u201d, and \u201cLove\u201d a few behind that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I can\u2019t remember all of them, but a few stuck in my head\u2014I couldn\u2019t resist pulling out \u201cVideo Games\u201d, to discover a checklist of sorts of the games that I had and hadn\u2019t finished, in order of priority. \u201cMorality\u201d was in there, as well as \u201cBasic Grooming\u201d\u2014I didn\u2019t see any labelled \u201cAdvanced Grooming\u201d, but there were so many that after the first few hundred, I had to stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What had I found?<\/p>\n\n\n\n * * *<\/p>\n\n\n\n In high-school, we learned about Maslow\u2019s Hierarchy of Needs. I remember it mainly because I got teased for months afterward\u2014I don\u2019t know if we were related to the Hierarchy Maslow, but if your surname is the same as something you learn about\u2026yeah, you\u2019re going to get shit for it. Not a lot of \u201cEdisons\u201d or \u201cEinsteins\u201d or \u201cPlancks\u201d or \u201cLincolns\u201d in the class, so most of the teasing went to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I also remember it because it was interesting, though\u2014this Maslow guy, he worked out all the human desires, and then ranked them. The first priority was stuff like \u201cFood\u201d and \u201cShelter\u201d, and then once you had that, you could start to worry about family, clothes, all the non-vitals that are still pretty important.<\/p>\n\n\n\n According to his pyramid, it\u2019s only if you have those that \u201cself-esteem\u201d and \u201cachieving something with your life\u201d becomes a priority. That\u2019s why you don\u2019t see a lot of heroin addicts running for president (well obviously that\u2019s not the only reason but you know what I mean).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Looking at the order that the files were in there, it looked like this was a similar thing, but\u2026for me. For my own brain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Air, obviously, is a pretty high priority, and water isn\u2019t far behind. By moving \u201cOrganization\u201d to the front, I\u2019d put it as my number one priority in life\u2014only if things were organized would I make the time to drink, eat, breathe\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the enormity of what I\u2019d done sunk in, I considered how lucky I was. It only occurred to me then, as I sifted through the files, that I hadn\u2019t eaten anything that day\u2014there had always been something to tidy, something to rearrange. Had I put myself in a situation where the choice was between breathing<\/em> and sorting something out, I could have died. I would<\/em> have died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fortunately, I wasn\u2019t compelled to put the files in alphabetical order or anything like that\u2014I\u2019m pretty sure that would have killed me, if only of exhaustion\u2026there was an uncountable infinity of them, presumably representing every possible need that a human could ever want. I slid \u201cOrganization\u201d back into the middle of the drawer, and felt as though a huge weight had been lifted. Because it wasn\u2019t my room or my responsibility, it hadn\u2019t been as much of a priority, but without me even realizing, my brain had been aware of the dust in the room, of the haphazard way in which the cabinets had been placed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I tried to ignore the questions bursting into my head\u2014who had put them there? How did they work? Was<\/em> this just a dream? On a rational level, I knew that a room like this was impossible, completely inconceivable\u2026but at the same time, I was there<\/em>, I was standing in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The buzzing of questions grew louder and louder, as they did every night, preventing me from sleeping more often than not. Suddenly, I had a moment of clarity\u2014after a few minutes of my fingers skipping through the files, I found it: \u201cCuriousity\u201d. I picked it out, and kept searching until I found \u201cSleep\u201d, and placed the \u201cCuriousity\u201d file directly behind it. For good measure, I also grabbed \u201cBasic Grooming\u201d, and moved it way up the priority order. I always found it so, so hard to care<\/em> what I looked like, or whether my shirt was clean\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n From what I\u2019d observed that day, it seemed that changing the order wasn\u2019t obnoxious or intrusive\u2026just like it never bothers you if you don\u2019t like anchovies\u2014you just don\u2019t like anchovies\u2014hopefully this would make taking care of how I looked such a natural, basic impulse that I\u2019d never leave the house looking like a mess again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As soon as I shut the drawer, the questions stopped buzzing in my head, and a wave of tiredness hit me. And not the gnawing, \u201cI need to sleep but I don\u2019t want<\/em> to sleep\u201d wave that comes with insomnia\u2014a real, true desire to curl up in bed, and just sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few minutes later, I did exactly that, and when I woke up, I felt well-rested and full of energy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n * * *<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now that I\u2019d slept, the questions were back, but since they weren\u2019t impeding my rest, I actually welcomed them for once. My head was buzzing with possibilities\u2014what to do? What could<\/em> I do? And, perhaps most importantly of all, what should<\/em> I do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I decided that safety had to be my number one concern. The fear that had gripped me when I realized how casually I\u2019d moved a desire to be tidy and organized in front of a desire to live<\/em> was still lurking, and I vowed that I wasn\u2019t going to put anything above the basics. Air, food, water\u2026they were my priorities. They had to be. But what else? I could make myself more motivated\u2026I could make myself more motivated to do whatever I wanted, in fact. Instead of following my heart\u2019s desire, I could decide<\/em> my heart\u2019s desire, and then follow that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And this, dear reader, is where I made my big mistake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n See, humans aren\u2019t wired to make those kinds of decisions. If you want to be a carpenter, you want to be a carpenter\u2014you don\u2019t decide to be a carpenter and then spent the next few years learning to love it. I have no regrets\u2026hell, perhaps I\u2019m past regrets. But if I could do it all again, I think I\u2019d do it differently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I spent most of the day pretty much just grooming myself and napping. Trust me, as someone who spent so many years deprived of sleep\u2026it\u2019s a beautiful, beautiful thing. And it turns out that I tidy up okay! Combing my hair, straightening my clothes\u2026all these things that used to be chores were suddenly\u2026not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I sneaked into the room again that night, I\u2019d decided to sort through the drawer, find something that would get me ahead in life and move it forward. I\u2019m sure that from the outside, you can think of a million better ways of doing this, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I moved \u201cOrganisation\u201d back up\u2014not nearly as much far up as I\u2019d moved it last time, just enough so that my life would be neat and I\u2019d never have to waste time looking for things. And then, deep in the drawer, sandwiched between, of all things, \u201cSandwiches\u201d and \u201cNose-picking\u201d (which I moved back as far as I could reach), I found it:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSex With Ashley.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now when I\u2019d moved \u201cOrganization\u201d up, organizing had been something that I just did<\/em> without thinking, and I can only assume that I thought this would work the same way. Perhaps if I moved it up, it would just\u2026happen. I wouldn\u2019t even have to think about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You\u2019ve got to understand, I was an eighteen year-old virgin. On top of that, I\u2019d just found a magical cabinet that controlled my mind\u2026and my sister constantly strutted around in various states of undress, driving me wild.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so I didn\u2019t really think it through. As if they belonged to someone else, I watched my hand pull the file out and move it toward the front. Not to a dangerous level, of course, but looking back, still quite high.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I rearranged a few other files\u2014\u201cIntelligence\u201d got a boost, though as I\u2019d soon work out, that just meant a desire<\/em> for intelligence, not intelligence itself. I considered delegating \u201cVideo Games\u201d to the rear ranks with \u201cNose-picking\u201d, but decided that I needed an outlet, and didn\u2019t want the money that I\u2019d already put into various consoles to be a complete waste. \u201cPet Ownership\u201d got bumped\u2026our parents won\u2019t let us have one, and I was sick of yearning for the impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As soon as I closed the drawer, I felt the changes. The thought of owning a dog or a cat suddenly held no appeal, and even though my \u201cSleep\u201d desire now outranked \u201cCuriosity\u201d, I was still tempted to go online and browse Wikipedia. I could feel a dried booger at the side of my nose, but I was content to just leave it there\u2026after all, it wasn\u2019t doing any damage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And when I thought of my sister, I suddenly had the biggest boner I\u2019d ever had\u2026and couldn\u2019t stop myself from glancing over to her cabinet, and wondering what was inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n * * *<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn\u2019t touch it. Not that night, anyway\u2026instead, I went to bed, and despite wanting<\/em> to sleep, tossed and turned for a few hours before I actually drifted off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The one question kept coming back to my mind\u2014it was a question of morality, not curiosity, and so the new arrangement of my files had no effect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d just look,<\/em> I told myself. I\u2019d just see if \u201cSex With Jacob\u201d even ranked\u2026I wouldn\u2019t touch anything, and if I did, I\u2019d\u2026no<\/em>, I had to cut that thought off before it began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the other side of the battle within my brain, I could clearly hear \u201cSex With Ashley\u201d talking. Just a quick fiddle,<\/em> it told me. You\u2019re not hurting anyone\u2026look at yourself. You\u2019re happier now that you\u2019ve got your priorities in order. While you\u2019re in there, you can even increase her motivation, her fitness, her\u2026flexibility.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n That last thought took over briefly, and I jerked off twice before going to sleep, images of Ashley as my own personal sex slave flashing through my mind\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n I dreamt about it, that night. Going there for real was so dreamlike, when I awoke I could barely remember what had actually happened and what was the product of my subconscious imagination. I\u2019d definitely gone into my drawer, I knew that\u2026but had I also opened Ashley\u2019s? The file reading \u201cServitude to Jacob\u201d, before even Air or Water or Food, that was definitely a part of the dream, but what about the rest?<\/p>\n\n\n\n The turmoil didn\u2019t end, and I spent the entire school-day distracted. Every time the teacher called on me, my mind was drifting, picturing Ashley in a collar, on a leash, mine to command\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Had I realized at that point my mistake, that I\u2019d moved \u201cSex with Ashley\u201d too high, this story would have a completely different end. I would have gone home, moved it back to a reasonable level, and perhaps locked the door to the mysterious room, never entering it again\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2026but I didn\u2019t. I spent the whole day struggling with my conscience, and when I got home, I\u2019d had enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The solution to my insomnia had been easy\u2014move \u201cCuriosity\u201d behind \u201cSleep\u201d, and never lay awake at night again. And so when a similarly simple solution struck me, it was no wonder that I didn\u2019t think twice before carrying it out\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n The other factor, of course, was Ashley. If I hadn\u2019t arrived home that day to find her sunbathing in the front back yard, lathering herself up with coconut oil, moving her hands up and down her long, white legs, across her beautifully taut stomach, rubbing it into her long neck\u2026perhaps I would have thought it through more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A part of me even wants to blame the bikini\u2014I don\u2019t even know where you get<\/em> an orange bikini, but Ashley had one. She\u2019d once told me that she\u2019d never wear it out<\/em>, but for some reason it was fine to wear at home\u2026presumably because family shouldn\u2019t be looking at each other like that. It was designed to cut down on tan-lines, and the easiest way to do that is to expose as much flesh as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So yeah, when I\u2019d arrived home to acres and acres of utterly fuckable flesh, I think it screwed with my brain a bit. I didn\u2019t even go and masturbate to cool off\u2014I stormed straight through the little door, opened my drawer, picked up \u201cMorality\u201d, and put it as far away from the front as I could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As soon as the drawer was closed, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. The war was over, the voices in my head, ceaselessly bickering\u2026had stopped. A smile spread across my face, and I realized that now, I was unstoppable\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d done what Pinocchio should have done the second the talking cricket showed up. I\u2019d killed my conscience, and now nothing<\/em> was off the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n I\u2019m not a monster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sure, I don\u2019t feel guilt any more, but that doesn\u2019t mean that I\u2019m a sociopath. I still feel love, affection, happiness, sadness\u2026since I stopped letting my conscience guide my actions, I\u2019ve had to be a lot more thoughtful about what I do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For example I\u2019d never do anything truly evil<\/em>, and even without an automatic internal moral compass, I still have a strong sense of right and wrong. Making my parents sign everything over to me, for example\u2026sure, it crossed my mind, and I\u2019ve definitely got the ability to do it (just put \u201cJacob\u2019s Happiness\u201d above everything else, and tell them that it would make me happy. They wouldn\u2019t even think twice) – but I never would. That, to me, is an evil act.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No, I want my parents to be happy. And I really want my sister to be happy as well\u2026it\u2019s just that I want her to be happy in a very specific way. \u201cBouncing up and down on my cock, screaming with joy\u201d – that kind of happiness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The next day, I had two immediate goals. First of all, the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For some reason – probably just dumb luck – no one but me had ever found that room. And I couldn\u2019t risk that happening\u2026the room controlled minds, somehow. The drawers had the capacity to control people, including me<\/em>, and if anyone else went near it, it could ruin everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Secondly, Ashley.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It had taken almost a full day for me to notice that I was compulsively organizing everything I touched, but I\u2019d still noticed. If Ashley abruptly found herself on her knees in front of her little brother, she just might<\/em> suspect that something was up. I couldn\u2019t just make \u201cJacob\u2019s Cum\u201d more of a priority than water, tempting though it was – whatever I did, it had to be slow, subtle. And I had to make sure that Mom and Dad wouldn\u2019t notice anything was up either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So I got up early the next morning and, unrestrained by conscience, went into the little room and started planning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The first thing I did was find \u201cCuriosity\u201d in each of the three filing cabinets, and move it toward the back, hoping that it would ebb any questions that my parents had about where I was each morning, and stop them from entering the small room that I\u2019d discovered. Dad works in research, which I suppose requires a certain level of innate curiosity\u2026the old Jacob would have been worried about screwing up his career, but new-and-improved me figured that was a problem that he would have to deal with himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I spent an hour or so just reading the name of Ashley\u2019s files. Each drawer, at a glance, looked like it should hold no more than a few hundred files, but I\u2019d gone through at least a thousand before I realized anything was amiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The drawers contained every need imaginable, from the obvious \u201cSocialization\u201d, \u201cBody Maintenance\u201d, \u201cCleanliness\u201d (distinctly different from Organization, I\u2019ll point out), \u201cSex\u201d\u2026once you got past the obvious major needs, however, it started to get a little weird. \u201cCooking\u201d was in there – not eating or sustenance, but cooking itself. I guess my sister has an innate desire to cook – something that I\u2019ve never personally experienced, but it explained why once or twice a week, she\u2019d volunteer to take care of dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCleaning\u201d was in there, as well as \u201cOwning Nice Make-up\u201d. \u201cComfort\u201d, \u201cDoodling\u201d, \u201cGood Illumination\u201d\u2026all these things that sure, are human desires, but not the ones that you\u2019d immediately pick, y\u2019know?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I opened up \u201cGood Illumination\u201d, and that was when I made an extremely valuable discovery. Inside the folder were a number of sub-folders: \u201cGood Illumination While Cooking\u201d, for example. \u201cGood Illumination While Reading\u201d, and toward the back – \u201cGood Illumination While Painting\u201d. My sister doesn\u2019t paint, so I guess it\u2019s never been a priority for her. I briefly wondered what would happen if I took the \u201cGood Illumination While Painting\u201d folder out and put it right at the front of her drawer – would it affect her desire to paint, or would it only come into play if she was<\/em> painting? – but my curiosity was no longer the pressing desire that it had been just two nights ago, so I left it where it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wondering how far down the babushka dolls went, I opened the \u201cGood Illumination While Reading\u201d file, and found a handful of folders in that one – \u201cGood Illumination While Reading In Bedroom\u201d, \u201cGood Illumination While Reading In Kitchen\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s hard to explain exactly how mundane these folders seemed. It was like a dream, awake though I definitely was. I mean, looking back, the \u201cGood Illumination\u201d folder seemed to be as thin as the others, and it was only when I opened it that I realized how many sub-folders it contained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Similarly, each of those sub-folders felt light enough to be empty, until I opened them and found more sub-folders within them\u2026if each folder went as deep as that one did, then there must have been several million files in that one drawer, but at the time it just all sort of made sense. I didn\u2019t question it, not even in my mind, and so absolutely nothing seemed amiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They were just normal, bland, grey folders – it wasn\u2019t like I\u2019d opened a wardrobe and found a man with goat-legs, y\u2019know? At the time, I was more interested in how I could use the folders for my own personal gain than I was interested in the logistics of them, and the utter mundanity of them meant that I didn\u2019t even register anything strange about their arrangement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I put \u201cGood Illumination\u201d back where I\u2019d found it, and kept hunting through the drawer. It didn\u2019t take long until I hit paydirt, and then a few minutes later, I hit it again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTrust\u201d was the first discovery that put an ambitious glint in my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You see, as I\u2019d worked out, \u201cTrust\u201d didn\u2019t mean that she would just immediately start trusting more. No\u2026\u201dTrust\u201d meant that she would prioritize<\/em> trust, that she wouldn\u2019t be comfortable until she felt like she could trust people in her life. If I moved Trust (or specifically \u201cTrust in Jacob\u201d\u201d) to the top of her list, then she\u2019d start finding ways to make sure that she could trust me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn\u2019t know exactly what she\u2019d do, but if I knew it was coming, I was sure that I\u2019d be able to take advantage of it somehow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Putting \u201cTrust\u201d aside, I kept flipping through, suddenly realizing what my first move had to be. It didn\u2019t take me long to find the folder – that, I said to myself, certainly explained my sister\u2019s choice of dress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cExhibitionism\u201d. What a beautiful word. As soon as I saw it, I moved it to the front – behind the essentials, of course, but ahead of \u201cModesty\u201d, \u201cAdherence to Social Bounds\u201d, and even \u201cAppropriate Clothing Choices\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was running out of time before school, and so I didn\u2019t sift through the Exhibitionism folder, just moved it as a whole. \u201cTrust\u201d, however, I took the time to open. \u201cTrust in Family\u201d was right at the front, and \u201cTrust in Jacob\u201d was one of the three biggest. Inside \u201cTrust in Jacob\u201d there were simply pieces of paper covered in tiny text – I suppose the rabbit-hole had to end somewhere – and so I took the whole folder out, moved it to the front, and put the rest of \u201cTrust\u201d back where I\u2019d roughly pulled it from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She\u2019d need<\/em> to trust me, and – hopefully – show a little skin in the process. That would be enough to trigger some changes, but not enough to make her suspicious\u2026and even if she was, her curiosity had been turned right down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Perfect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashely Maslow was on the bus on the way to work when she noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In some way, she\u2019d been aware of the man sitting opposite her since she first got on the bus. She wasn\u2019t stupid – she knew she was gorgeous. If the genetic lottery she\u2019d won hadn\u2019t been enough, she put more than the average amount of time into taking care of herself, and had no compunctions when it came to showing her body off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When it was appropriate, of course. Random guys on the bus didn\u2019t normally warrant any particular attention – she was typically happy to just bury her nose in a book and hope she could get home without being harassed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She was drop-dead gorgeous and completely aware of it, so she\u2019d immediately noticed the man on the bus leering at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What she hadn\u2019t noticed, at least for the first ten minutes of her trip, was that she\u2019d reached down and been slowly been inching her skirt higher, giving him more and more leg to look at. She only consciously noticed what she was doing when her finger came into contact with her panties, and a strange thought popped into her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What on earth am I wearing panties for?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n There was something wrong with that thought, she knew, but before she could really think about what it was, she glanced up and noticed the man\u2019s face. His face had gone slightly red, he was panting so loudly that other people on the bus had started to notice, and his eyes were focused with laser-like precision on her exposed leg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was the hottest thing that Ashley had ever experienced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A thrill ran through her entire body, and in an instant she noticed her intense arousal at the situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m probably so wet,<\/em> she thought, as a flush began to spread across her entire body, So wet that my panties are see-through.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I should show him.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n On some level, Ashley knew the thought was wrong, but she was so turned on by the idea of exposing her soaked panties to a stranger that she simply couldn\u2019t resist. It only took her a few seconds to realize that there was no casual, subtle movement that would result in her peeping Tom getting the vantage-point she wanted him to have, and so she threw caution to the wind, and sat on the bus seat cross-legged, giving him the perfect view of her damp, clinging panties.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This is why I\u2019m wearing panties,<\/em> she thought, enjoying the sight of her voyeur\u2019s erection growing beneath his pants. This wouldn\u2019t be as hot if it was just my pussy\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Or would it?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She dismissed the question as soon as it arrived, instead focusing her attention on giving her audience the best view possible. The man\u2019s blatant staring had shown the rest of the passengers what was causing his agitated state, and while most had been disgusted and looked away, a few of the other passengers had begun to stare as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cursing herself for wearing such an unflattering top, Ashley yawned loudly, ensuring that any men on the bus who hadn\u2019t<\/em> been looking at her were now, and stretched, making her elbows meet behind her back, prominently displaying her chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like cats following a laser pointer, every man\u2019s attention was suddenly drawn from her leg to her sizable boobs, and Ashley\u2019s cheeks flushed with excitement. Her nipples were erect, though the bra she\u2019d inexplicably put on that morning hid the fact slightly, and a part of her wanted to rip her top off, throw her bra away, and give the men a real look at her assets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n All in good time,<\/em> she told herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Taking advantage of the fact that the attention of the bus was focused on her chest, Ashley slowly spread her legs, beginning to pant as she did (partially from arousal, largely to keep the men staring at her chest). She reached down, moved her panties aside, and used her hand to spread her lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Some of the men were slowly becoming uncomfortable with the glares they were getting from women on the bus, but a warm thrill ran through Ashley as she realized that she could count at least a dozen erections, pushing against the mens\u2019 jeans and pants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I caused those<\/em>, she told herself, smiling as her focus moved from one outline to another. Those are all because of me\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n One less-than-subtle cough later, and some of the men looked at her face (probably for the first time, she told herself with another erotic thrill) to find her grinning, and gesturing downwards with her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When they glanced between her legs again, they saw her pussy-lips spread wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That\u2019s the inside of my pussy you\u2019re looking at,<\/em> she told herself. You can see my insides\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The thought caused a wave of lubrication, which she hoped would also be visible. Some of the men had started to look around, wondering if they were on some kind of candid camera show, but as Ashley\u2019s other hand reached down and began rubbing her clit, they stopped caring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Candid,<\/em> she thought, just the word enough to make her shudder in pleasure. Camera\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n It was two stops after she was meant to get off that Ashley got off, cumming loudly, panting and moaning and loving the feeling of so many strangers\u2019 eyes on her body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As she walked home, the afterglow of orgasm began to wear off, and she wondered what had just come over her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That\u2019s not like me,<\/em> she said thoughtfully, even as she pulled her shirt down to expose as much cleavage as she possibly could. The glances of passing men started to get to her, and she lost track of her thought process. Instead, she wondered where the nearest alley-way was that she could ditch her bra, and start flashing folk in the block-and-a-half she had left to walk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n It took me far too long to realize what I\u2019d done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Ashley came home that night, I almost did a double-take at what she was wearing. It looked like she\u2019d strategically ripped her shirt to show off as much as possible, and it was clear that she wasn\u2019t wearing any underwear\u2026but to my surprise, as soon as walked through the door she blushed and went into her room to change.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the rest of the night, Ashley looked like she wanted to tell me something. I could have pressed, I suppose, but I simply wasn\u2019t curious enough for it to be a priority, and so I sat back and decided to let her come to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It wasn\u2019t until later, when the pizza boy came to deliver our order and Ashley insisted on greeting him that she finally said something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She returned to the lounge-room and immediately went bright red again. Her flannel shirt was missing three buttons – they weren\u2019t unbuttoned, they were actually gone. I\u2019d find out later that in her haste to show off her cleavage to the pizza delivery man, she\u2019d ripped it open with such force that the buttons had gone flying\u2026before she\u2019d manually unbuttoned the rest to show him her tits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I hadn\u2019t even noticed she wasn\u2019t wearing a bra. Maybe I need to move \u201cAwareness of Women\u2019s Apparel\u201d up in my own cabinet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJacob,\u201d she said, turning to me with a blush. \u201cCan I talk to you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course,\u201d I replied, trying to sound casual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIn my room?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course,\u201d I said again, this time completely failing to sound casual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If things were going as I\u2019d planned, I was going to head into Ashley\u2019s room and she was going to flash me. Her need for exhibitionism would be so great that it would overwrite anything else\u2026and she\u2019d trust me too much to find it weird.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At least, that was what I hoped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I sat down on the end of Ashley\u2019s bed, I already had a hard-on. I\u2019d been dreaming about this for as long as I could remember – seeing those perfect orbs of hers, those beautiful bouncing breasts that I\u2019ve thought about so much\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n But when my sister turned to me and started to speak, I realized that somewhere, something hadn\u2019t gone according to plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley wasn\u2019t flashing me. She wasn\u2019t even showing off more skin than normal – as I\u2019d been coming into her room, she\u2019d been fishing around for a safety pin, and was now re-sealing the gap in her shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She really just wanted to talk. And again, it took me far too long to realize why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJacob,\u201d she said hesitantly. \u201cI can\u2026I can tell you stuff, yeah?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course, sis.\u201d I\u2019d replied, at this point still hoping that this was a prelude to seeing her tits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019ve been\u2026feeling weird today.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh yeah?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was a long pause as I mentally willed her shirt off. I had no morality, and so you might think I was tempted to just reach out and rip it off\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n You\u2019d be right. But even with my Morality folder firmly at the back of my drawer, there were still priorities ahead of it – my sister\u2019s happiness, obviously, and my desire to keep on living with her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And, of course, the all-important Sex with Ashley. If I screwed things up now, that was never going to happen\u2026and that was far too much of a priority to risk doing anything that could screw it up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally, she had the courage to tell me what was on her mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHave you ever wanted to\u2026show your body off?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My eyes lit up. This was going exactly where I\u2019d hoped it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah, I guess. I mean, it\u2019s pretty hot when people check you out\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cExactly!\u201d she replied, far too quickly. \u201cI mean, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSure,\u201d I said, trying to lead her in the right direction. \u201cEven if it\u2019s to, like, a family member\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEw!\u201dAshley said, and to my surprise, she sounded genuinely disgusted. \u201cNo, not like that. I just mean to\u2026other people. Like, y\u2019know. Strangers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was flummoxed. Like I said, something had gone wrong, and I had absolutely no idea what. So I just nodded, and let her speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI just\u2026I want to know I can trust you. You won\u2019t think I\u2019m a freak if I talk about this kind of thing, will you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course not.\u201d At least one of the folders I\u2019d moved had done exactly what I\u2019d planned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cToday, on the bus, I just\u2026I got this overwhelming urge to show off. To, like, the strangers on the bus.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd even the pizza guy. As soon as I knew he was coming, I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about it. I got all heated up at the idea, I just wanted to\u2026I dunno. Is that weird?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot at all,\u201d I said, trying to make the best out of a bad situation. It was quickly becoming clear that I wasn\u2019t going to see her tits, but even if that was a lost cause, I could build up some trust – lay some foundation for the future.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I started spinning my own tale of snap chatting with a girl, sending her pictures of my junk and getting shots of her boobs back. As I did, I saw Ashley\u2019s breathing getting faster and faster – it seemed that even hearing<\/em> about exhibitionism was enough to get her turned on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So why didn\u2019t she want to show me anything?<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister thanked me for the talk, and I decided not to push my luck too far. I wished her a good night, and after leaving her room and going down the hall, sneaked back and listened at her door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From within, I could hear the quiet but distinct sound of her masturbating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2026what was going on?<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n That night, after my folks had gone to bed, I got up and again entered the strange room full of filing cabinets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Making a beeline straight for Ashley\u2019s drawer, I was relieved to discover that nothing had changed. Presumably everyone\u2019s priorities shift over time, but even though Ashley was obviously freaked out by her newfound need to expose herself, the Exhibitionism folder was exactly where I\u2019d left it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So why hadn\u2019t she been at all interested in flashing me? None of the folders in front of it should have had much of an effect – \u201cTrust in Jacob\u201d was the only one that I could see which could cause any kind of conflict, but if you want to trust someone, surely showing them your nude body is the best way of building that trust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I withdrew the Exhibitionism folder, and briefly wondered what would happen if I didn\u2019t put it back in. Would she just become completely unaware of the concept? Or would it just be treated as an absolute non-priority?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Again, my lowered Curiosity was probably to blame for me not following that line of thought any further, and so instead I just opened up the folder to see what was inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like many of the other folders, this one contained a few subfolders. In order, they were labeled:<\/p>\n\n\n\n -Exposure to Strangers<\/p>\n\n\n\n -Exposure to Acquaintances<\/p>\n\n\n\n -Exposure to Lovers<\/p>\n\n\n\n -Exposure to Friends<\/p>\n\n\n\n I found it interesting that Ashley was more interested in exposing herself to strangers and acquaintances than lovers, but the oddest thing about the contents of the folder was that it was missing \u201cFamily\u201d. I opened the \u201cFriends\u201d folder to see if it was nestled in there, but instead I just found the folders \u201cExposing Tits\u201d, \u201cExposing Ass\u201d, \u201cExposing Cleavage\u201d\u2026a folder for each part of the body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Where was Family?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley\u2019s new predilection for exhibitionism was useless to me, if I wasn\u2019t going to be on the receiving end of it. I went to put the folder back, but paused before deciding where it would go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley had become aware of her new fetish – she\u2019d even used to to make sure that she could trust me. Moving it now might raise some questions in her mind\u2026besides which, I wanted to make sure that she kept on trusting me. The more she trusted me, the less suspicious my actions would be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But that wasn\u2019t what made me pause. My mind was ticking over\u2026I had an idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No matter what I did, there was no way that I could make Ashley abruptly start having sex with me, not without her realizing something odd was happening. I had the ability to shift her priorities, but I couldn\u2019t erase her mind, or put thoughts in her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n If her actions weren\u2019t limited to just me, she was much less likely to find anything about it unusual. If Ashley started screwing everyone<\/em>, I\u2019d just be another name on the list.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The idea immediately made me a little squeamish. First of all, she was my sister – and as much as I wanted to have sex with her, I didn\u2019t want her to be the town bike. Secondly, the idea of sharing her with everyone wasn\u2019t particularly appealing. I knew I\u2019d start to get jealous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I probably should have abandoned the plan. Instead, a smile spread over my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The only thing stopping me at this point was me. And since I\u2019d made Sex with Ashley one of my highest priorities, I wasn\u2019t going to let anything stand in my way – not even myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I tucked Exhibitionism back into Ashley\u2019s folder where I\u2019d taken it out, right near the front, and crossed the room to access my own folders. It took me almost twenty minutes, but I managed to find what I assumed would cover jealousy – \u201cExclusivity with Sexual Partners\u201d – and put it right at the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Opening up my own \u201cFamily\u2019s Well-being\u201d folder, I dove into subfolder after subfolder until I found it – \u201cAshley\u2019s Reputation\u201d. After quickly browsing its contents to make sure I wasn\u2019t doing anything stupid, that too got relocated to the back of my own drawer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Returning to Ashley\u2019s drawer, I considered just moving \u201cSex\u201d to the very front, but I wanted to be more subtle than that, more careful. When her exhibitionist traits had appeared, she\u2019d obviously noticed something was up – fortunately, she didn\u2019t seem to suspect outside influence (why would you?) but if she was suddenly sleeping with everyone in town, I feel like she\u2019d notice something was up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, I moved up three other folders – \u201cSexual Health\u201d, which was alarmingly far back (I wanted to ensure that over the coming weeks, she didn\u2019t get any diseases, or get herself knocked up) and a section of her \u201cMoney\u201d folder – specifically, \u201cShort term wealth\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Exposure to Family was a tricky one. It simply didn\u2019t exist within her Exhibitionism folder, and I didn\u2019t have the faintest clue where to start looking for it. But I had a plan, and if all went well, the location of that folder would quickly become obvious\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before I left the room, I opened my parent\u2019s drawers, and wondered what to do. I needed to make sure that they were okay with anything that Ashley and I did – my first thought was to adjust the \u201cChildren\u2019s Well-Being\u201d folder to the back, but I immediately realized that could simply result in us getting booted out onto the street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After a few minutes of thinking, I instead opened their \u201cSocial Norms\u201d folder, and moved everything that could possibly relate. \u201cPresentation of Children\u201d, \u201cOffspring\u2019s Public Habits\u201d – there were even separate folders for \u201cAshley\u2019s Job\u201d and \u201cJacob\u2019s Job\u201d – mine was significantly further forward than hers, I was surprised to notice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I suppose as the only male, my parents thought it was more important that I do well – \u201cAshley\u2019s Boyfriend\u201d was in a similar position to \u201cJacob\u2019s Job\u201d. My parents have always tried to treat us the same, but I guess it\u2019s a generational thing that they just couldn\u2019t avoid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was about to close the drawer when I had a thought. Within \u201cChildren\u2019s Well-Being\u201d, I found \u201cAshley\u2019s Sex Life\u201d and \u201cJacob\u2019s Sex Life\u201d – they weren\u2019t folders, just pieces of paper. On them was written all the stuff that you\u2019d expect: \u201csafe sex\u201d (won\u2019t be a problem any more, Mom and Dad), \u201cconsensual\u201d, \u201cfulfilling\u201d. I considered getting a pen and adding a few items, but I don\u2019t think anyone<\/em> would remain calm if Mom and Dad started trying to get me and Ashley together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, I just moved them right to the back. Now, no matter what Ashley and I got up to, our parents wouldn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Perfect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n You\u2019d think that once I found her username, I\u2019d be happy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And don\u2019t get me wrong – it definitely put a smile on my dial. It cheered me up more than the time I\u2019d actually managed to beat one of Ashley\u2019s test scores (a rare occurrence – if I didn\u2019t know from personal experience how damned smart she was, I would have sworn she was sleeping with the teacher).<\/p>\n\n\n\n But happy isn\u2019t the same as satisfied, and so while the site was great<\/em>, it wasn\u2019t getting me any closer to sleeping with my sister.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Though it sure was fun to look at.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n Three days had passed, and nothing had happened. At least, nothing obvious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That doesn\u2019t sound long written like that, does it? \u201cThree days had passed.\u201d That\u2019s only four words, it takes what\u2026a second to read?<\/p>\n\n\n\n But when you have to live through them, trust me: three days is agony. It feels exactly like this:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee ddaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyysssssss hhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddd paassssssssssseddddd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just as long, and just as annoying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I thought I\u2019d worked out exactly what would happen, when I moved the files around. It would be simple – Ashley, suddenly less concerned with her reputation and overly concerned with making some quick bucks, would start looking for a job. And since she now had an overwhelming need to show off her body to strangers (and acquaintances, lovers and friends), it seemed obvious what kind of job she\u2019d be looking for:<\/p>\n\n\n\n We don\u2019t live in a huge town or anything like that, but we\u2019re big enough to have our own strip club. I\u2019ve never been before (why would I? Porn is just a few clicks away, and if I desperately want to see someone in the flesh, I just have to wait for my sister to bring out her orange bikini) but I knew it was there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So did Ashley. I thought for sure that I\u2019d put all the pieces in place to checkmate Ashley\u2019s pawn, or however that works. But no matter how many times I left the paper out (my parents still read the paper. Different generation) with the \u201cMAKE CASH NOW\u201d ad for strippers prominently displayed, it didn\u2019t work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Worse, she wasn\u2019t out there, looking for jobs – she was just spending most of her time in her room with the door locked, playing music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Three days. It took me three days to work it out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That\u2019s at least partially because of my reduced curiosity, I guess, but still – three days!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thhhhreeee\u2026- it\u2019s okay, I won\u2019t do that again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the evening of the third day, I went back into the room. I was trying not to go back in too often – I didn\u2019t want Mom or Dad waking up and finding me in a strange, dusty room, reorganizing their priorities – but I needed to know what had happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShort term wealth.\u201d It was exactly where I\u2019d left it, right behind the \u201cSexual Health\u201d folder (money\u2019s nice, but herpes is for life). I pulled it out and opened it up to see what I\u2019d missed. Maybe the folder used \u201cwealth\u201d to mean family, friends, sitting-in-a-room-by-yourself-listening-to-music. I had no idea why<\/em> it would mean that, but clearly something was up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside the folder there were a number of sheets of paper. The first one looked like a checklist, or a game plan: it had a bunch of different possible income streams, and they seemed to be ranked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWin the lottery\u201d was right down the bottom (like I said, my sister\u2019s not dumb. The odds of winning the lottery are about the same as taking every second of every day over six months, and guessing exactly which second I\u2019m thinking of*).<\/p>\n\n\n\n *Did you pick month three, day twenty-seven, hour nine, minute forty, thirty-fifth second? Nope? You just lost the lottery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Up the top, however, was something that made me want to facepalm harder than I\u2019d ever facepalmed before:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cUSCamgirls.com\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Duh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Duhhhhh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I quickly found the US Camgirls sheet and had a read. I didn\u2019t really know much about camgirl sites – like I said, porn is free – but it seemed that my sister had found a few different ways to make money from the site. It was genius, really – she could make money from showing off to strangers without any of the risks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Putting the folder back in the drawer, I headed straight back to my computer and did some reading. Camgirl sites are pretty simple – pretty women use their computers webcam to stream themselves live to the internet. There\u2019s a little chat so you can send messages and requests, and – here\u2019s the clever part – publicly \u201ctip\u201d you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What a lot of girls will do is set up different types of show – strip show, shower show, \u201cHibachi\u201d show (a popular kind of vibrator, I worked out), cum show (masturbating on-camera with their fingers) and then not start the show until they reach a certain number of tips. They\u2019ll also sell their panties, and short videos of themselves – solo videos, girl-on-girl, sometimes even girl-guy vids.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Again, not something I\u2019d ever been into, because\u2026well, porn is free. The main reason people use these sites is because of the connection, apparently – the girl is laughing and chatting to you<\/em> (like a girlfriend experience kind of thing) and that\u2019s worth the amount of money they can make.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And they can make a lot of money. The top camgirls, my research told me, make something like a million dollars a year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That\u2019s not an exaggeration. A million dollars a year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Obviously my sister was just starting out, so she was nowhere near that, but yeah – I could see why she\u2019d gone down that path. There are a bunch of different cam sites, and it seemed that she\u2019d gone with USCamgirls because of how quickly they paid out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And within a few months, I knew my sister would be making the big bucks. Probably not a million a year, but with her body? I wouldn\u2019t be surprised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m pretty sure that I\u2019ve mentioned that my sister is gorgeous, but I\u2019m not sure if I really made it clear. Like, I\u2019m not an incest guy – I don\u2019t read about it online or have any interest in my Mom or anything like that. My obsession came from one thing, and one thing only: the fact that my sister is gorgeous<\/em><\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley is blonde and blue-eyed, with thick lips (not in a slutty way, just in a\u2026well, it\u2019s hard to spend too much time watching my sister\u2019s mouth without imagining it wrapped around certain things) and I don\u2019t know if she sold her soul to the devil for it but she has literally never had a pimple in her life. I know: before puberty hit, I was wanting something to tease her about, but nothing ever came.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And her body\u2026wow. Expeditions into her underwear drawer have told me that she\u2019s a C-cup, but everything she wears just seems to emphasize her perfect tits. Our pizza guy was a lucky man, I\u2019ll tell you that. She\u2019s got a thin waist, wide hips, and an ass that you could bounce a quarter off. She\u2019s an incredible mover – as well as being amazing at basically every sport she\u2019s ever tried, she did a bunch of jazz hip-hop when she was in high school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One time when she didn\u2019t know I was home, I caught her dancing in her underwear. It was one of the greatest moments of my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She genuinely doesn\u2019t sound real. Hell, I live with her and I struggle to believe that she\u2019s real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And now, I hope, you understand why I had to have her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n The next day, I loitered in the hallway until I heard the music come on. Then I ran straight to my computer, loaded up USCamgirls.com and hit the \u201cnew\u201d section. There were about a dozen girls, but it was pretty easy to narrow it down. My sister isn\u2019t Asian, for starters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I was researching these sites, I\u2019d learned a handful of things about how to put a profile together – like they recommend using a picture of your face for your profile pic, to further emphasize the \u201creal girl!\u201d thing, but my sister had gone with just a picture of her tits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now, before you start thinking of me as ungrateful, believe me – looking at my sister\u2019s tits was one of the greatest experiences of my life. Even if there hadn\u2019t been anything else to the site, just her tits, that would have been an amazing day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her nipples were long and pink and her areolae were surprisingly large. It made me think of a cow\u2019s teats – I have no idea why I found that hot, but I did. I couldn\u2019t wait to get my hands on them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then I clicked through to her page, and started to smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There were a whole heap of people in her chat-room. She hadn\u2019t turned anonymous off, and so she was getting some requests which even I thought were weird.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But she wasn\u2019t really paying much attention to them. My sister was dancing in the middle of the room, slowly stripping (well, it couldn\u2019t have been that slowly – she\u2019d only been online for a few minutes, and she was already down to panties and the safety pinned button-up shirt she\u2019d been wearing the other night) and just looked like she was having a ball.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her panties were wet, and every now and again she\u2019d stop, glance at the computer and shiver with pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley was exploring her exhibitionist streak\u2026and loving every minute of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But – and here\u2019s what made me smile – she was hardly getting any tips at all. Why buy the milk when you can get the cow for free, hey? (Don\u2019t ask why cow metaphors keep springing to mind.) Like don\u2019t get me wrong – she was making money, but no more than she\u2019d make if she was\u2026I dunno, stacking shelves or flipping burgers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister needed someone to help her with her newfound career. Someone that she trusted\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n I spent the next six hours watching my sister, as she came over and over again. I saw now why she\u2019d left anonymous comments on – it seemed the nastier the suggestions, the more she got off on it. On one hand, it was a pretty amazing day for me – not only did I see my sister naked for the first time, I also got to see her:<\/p>\n\n\n\n -Finger herself to orgasm<\/p>\n\n\n\n -Use a vibrator on herself to orgasm<\/p>\n\n\n\n -Spread her legs apart and try to fit a deodorant can inside herself<\/p>\n\n\n\n -Fuck herself with the deodorant can until she came<\/p>\n\n\n\n -Cover her tits with honey and try to lick it off, and (in her final \u2018show\u2019 for the night):<\/p>\n\n\n\n -Put clothes pegs on her nipples, spank herself until her ass was red, and then finger herself to orgasm one last time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was a hell of a day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the whole time, I was taking notes. When she was done, I had five pages of notes and not a single drop of semen left in my entire body. I thought I\u2019d jerked off before, but on that day, I think I might have broken some kind of record. So much that I\u2019d been fantasizing about seeing (and so much that I\u2019d never even thought of)\u2026like I said, it was an amazing day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But I didn\u2019t stop there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As soon as my sister turned the camera off, I jumped straight into the room of one of the most popular girls on the site (they sort them by how much they earn, not by how many people are watching) and spent a few hours watching her channel and taking still more notes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had ideas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As I got up to go to dinner, a thought struck me – my plan relied on Ashley sleeping with so many people that her brother was just one more on a long list. My best bet for avoiding suspicion was to transform Ashley into a complete slut, make her morals slip so much that her distaste for incest going out the window didn\u2019t stand out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But camgirling was a mostly solo venture – it involved her sitting in her bedroom, alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the other hand, it opened up some pretty interesting doors, and a plan was starting to formulate at the back of my mind. If I went back to plan A and convinced her to get a job at the strip club, I\u2019d be throwing all that away, and it was a plan that would work – I knew it would.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What to do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Over dinner, I tried not to act any differently. Fortunately, Ashley looked as exhausted as I felt, and so even if my face somehow conveyed how much I\u2019d seen her do, I don\u2019t think she would have noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat\u2019d you get up to today, Ash?\u201d Dad asked, chewing the steak that Mom had made for dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHung out online,\u201d she said with a smile. \u201cJust chatting to friends, mostly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow about you, Jakey?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah, pretty much the same. Found a new site, it\u2019s pretty fun.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Normally this would be followed by a less-than-subtle reminder that we should be out there looking for jobs, but today it didn\u2019t come. An unexpected perk from my parental priority rearrangements. Instead, Dad got up and opened the freezer door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat do you want for dessert tonight, guys? Ice-cream? Pie?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My eyes widened as the solution to my problem became obvious, and it was with a huge grin that I replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy not both?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \u201cHeya Ash.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey Jake – what\u2019s up?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJust wondering what you were up to tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNothing,\u201d she said with a blush, and I couldn\u2019t stop my lips from curling in excitement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay, cool. Lemme know what time you finish – I\u2019d love to hang out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFor sure,\u201d she said, still blushing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tonight was the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n The moment I\u2019d worked out what I needed to do, I\u2019d nipped to my bedroom for supplies and then gone straight back to the small room beneath the stairs. I hadn\u2019t even waited for everyone to go to sleep – I figured even if someone from my family found me exiting the small, dusty room, they wouldn\u2019t connect it with my sister\u2019s new career as a stripper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Besides, even if they did catch me, it wasn\u2019t like they were going to ask questions. I\u2019d turned down their curiosity enough to make sure I was indefinitely safe from prying eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley had found a way to deal with the exhibitionist streak I\u2019d given her – she could take care of it in her room, door locked, safe and snug while still getting hundreds of strangers off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But that wasn\u2019t enough. I wanted her as my own personal slut – I wanted her to be so cavalier about sex that when I suggested myself as a potential partner, she didn\u2019t see a problem with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wanted my sister to sink so low, she\u2019d fuck her own brother without question.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And that meant getting her out there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley\u2019s drawer was exactly as I\u2019d left it. I went straight to the \u201cExhibitionism\u201d folder, and opened the \u201cExposure to Strangers\u201d subfolder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside were the same pieces of paper as I\u2019d found in the \u201cFriends\u201d folder – \u201cExposing Tits, Exposing Ass\u201d, \u201cExposing Cleavage\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not what I was looking for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The order in which Ashley exposes her body doesn\u2019t really bother me. No, what I was looking for was something else entirely – exposing herself in reality<\/em>, as opposed to exposing herself online.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And since it wasn\u2019t there\u2026it was up to me to add it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pulling out the pen and paper I\u2019d grabbed from my room, I had a look at some of the paper already in Ashley\u2019s folders. I had no idea if this would work, but I figured it was worth the risk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At worst\u2026well, I suppose it could have killed Ashley, or driven her insane. But it didn\u2019t feel like I was doing anything dangerous – after all, I was just putting pieces of paper into a filing cabinet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And at best, it got me one more step to fucking her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In my neatest handwriting (which is, I\u2019ll freely admit, not really all that neat) I wrote \u201cExposure to people in real life\u201d on one sheet of paper, and \u201cExposure to people online\u201d on another. I briefly considered adding a new folder – \u201cexposure to family members\u201d – to the cabinet, but now that I\u2019d had a chance to view Ashley\u2019s body through the webcam, seeing it in person wasn\u2019t the driving force it\u2019d once been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSex with Ashley\u201d was the priority, not \u201cSee her nipples up close\u201d The risks were too high – she could suddenly start flashing Mom or Dad, or worse: realize that something was up, and go get herself locked up in the mental ward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This method would take a little longer, but it was so much safer. Get her to show off her body at the strip club, get her to fuck the clientele. Get her comfortable with being a slut, with using her body for pleasure (both hers and the pleasure of men) until she doesn\u2019t even blink an eye at the idea of sleeping with a family member.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, when she was at her lowest, I would strike.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That was the path to success. I was sure of it. And I wanted it all, even if that meant a bit of waiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cExposure to people in real life\u201d went at the start of the folder, and \u201cexposure to people online\u201d at the end. Income was still a high priority, but above them all was \u201cTrust in Jacob\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I hoped this would mean she was overcome with the urge to strip publicly, but still keep her side career on US Camgirls alive. I wanted her to have a variety of incomes, all of them related to exposing herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wanted her thinking about sex all the time, day and night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister would be horny, exposing herself every chance she got, and desperate to tell me all about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At least, that was the plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho\u2019s on tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The bouncer looked at me strangely. Clearly my attempts to be casual hadn\u2019t really worked – I guess wandering up to a guy you\u2019ve never met before and trying to strike up a conversation is a strange thing to do, but after a glance to size me up, he answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMindy, Tiffany, Dallas\u2026and a new girl.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh yeah?\u201d I said, trying to feign nonchalance. Unfortunately, I think it came across like I was a mental patient, and he just nodded in response.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat\u2019s her name?\u201d I asked, after a pause. He shrugged, and gestured to the bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAsk her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman at the bar was fully-clothed – I don\u2019t know if that\u2019s standard for a strip club (like I said, I\u2019ve never been) and looked friendly enough, but I didn\u2019t want to go over. I don\u2019t know if they\u2019re even meant to let 18-year olds into strip clubs, but I feel like going over to the bar and asking questions would be a good way to get carded and thrown out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, I wandered to the very back of the room where it was dark, hoping that the lights from the stage would be enough to stop the dancers from seeing me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room felt like it was sweating. It was sticky, with a weirdly sweet smell, and if I didn\u2019t know (or at least hope) that my sister was about to walk out on the stage, I would have left and never come back. Not for the first time, I wondered what the appeal was – there are naked girls on the internet, and they aren\u2019t trying to milk you dry of cash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Well, they are, but in a far less confrontational way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The music swelled, and the handful of guys dotted around the place turned their attention to the main stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey honey. First time?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I almost jumped out of my skin – to my right, a woman dressed in a green bikini had touched my arm. She was wearing huge, pink, star-shaped earrings, and had her blonde hair in two pig-tails.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cUh, yeah,\u201d I said, and she smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow\u2019re you finding it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGreat,\u201d I replied, and she sat across from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She introduced herself (claiming her name was \u201cDallas\u201d) and we chatted for a few minutes, me worriedly looking around for my sister\u2019s presence the whole time, until she eventually asked if I wanted a private dance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThanks,\u201d I said, \u201cbut I\u2019m really not interested.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I felt awful about it, like I was refusing to tip a waitress, but she just flashed me another sparkling smile and wandered over to the next table, where a portly businessman slipped her a twenty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The girl on the stage was black, and doing things with the pole that I didn\u2019t even think possible. Was my sister going to be next, or was she going to come out and do the rounds like Dallas?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had imagined I\u2019d just find her on the stage, dancing, but I was quickly growing aware of the holes in my strip club knowledge. Learning about camgirls had been easy – there are dozens of free sites, each of them with thousands of girls and total anonymity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n How was I going to learn how strip clubs worked?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I quickly decided that being here was too much of a risk, and started towards the door. As I approached the bouncer, I heard the next dancer being announced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd now, gentlemen, get ready for our newest dancer\u2026Ashley!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I froze, and slowly turned around, causing the bouncer look at me oddly for the second time that evening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In my mind, she would be stepping nervously onto the stage. It was her first time; she\u2019d be scared, trepidatious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course, I\u2019d also expected her to use a fake name. I suppose I should have been concerned about her total lack of discretion, but in that moment all I could think about was the sight in front of me – my sister, confidently striding onto the stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t know anything about dancing. All I know is that she\u2019d either been practicing, or they\u2019d run her through some kind of course when she joined the club.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gone was the listless swaying back and forth from her cam show. No, for the next twenty minutes, Ashley enthusiastically gyrated to the music, wrapping herself around the pole and rhythmically taking off her clothes until she was wearing nothing but a pair of panties.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The crowd loved her just as much as I did – her arousal was evident from the moment she started, and when she removed her bra, letting those huge, beautiful breasts burst free, she faltered for a moment, and I swear she came – a small orgasm, just at the crowd\u2019s reaction to seeing her magnificent tits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even though I\u2019d seen her naked (and so much more) I was on the edge of my seat, desperately waiting for her to remove those panties. I wanted to see my sister nude, slick, onstage in nothing but a pair of high heels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But instead, the music wound down, and my sister left the stage, grinning wildly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tempting as it was to stick around and see if she\u2019d return to the stage, perhaps getting fully naked, I slipped out before she could find me hanging around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At home, I spent the next few hours rewatching some of the footage I\u2019d recorded from the previous day\u2019s stream, and pictured her giving \u201cprivate dances\u201d – whatever that involved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n That night, I made sure that I was still up when Ashley got home. Except for the six-inch heels she was carrying, she was dressed normally. Her face flushed red when I looked at them curiously, and she glanced around before leaning in close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJake,\u201d she said softly, \u201ccan I tell you a secret?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the next half-hour, I sat back and listened as my sister told me everything – she confessed to getting a job as a stripper, and then when it was clear that I wasn\u2019t going to judge her, told me all about her first shift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She was so hyper – she just sat there, gushing about how much she\u2019d enjoyed the experience. All those strangers\u2019 eyes on her, appreciating her body, admiring her skill. She didn\u2019t go into any sexual details, but it was clear that just telling me about it was starting to get her a bit worked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I still had no idea what happened during a private dance – even in her manic state, she maintained some discretion – but the fact that she was new, combined with her clear enjoyment of the work had apparently combined to ensure that she got more requests than any of the other girls; a \u201cnew record\u201d for a weeknight, apparently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If Ashley wasn\u2019t careful, she was quickly going to some stripper enemies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It quickly became clear that Ashley was still pretty worked up from it all – a part of me was screaming \u201cMake a move, make a move!\u201d but I held back – \u201csex\u201d was still a low priority for my sister, and \u201csex with your brother\u201d was obviously lower still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so instead, I just nodded, smiled, and listened to her as she slowly wound down. Eventually, she yawned and excused herself. We both went into our rooms, and I was about to drift off when I heard it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Coming from my sister\u2019s room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It seemed that an evening working hadn\u2019t been enough for Ashley to completely burn off her exhibitionist need – or perhaps by creating the new piece of paper I\u2019d doubled her urges – but I moved to my computer so quickly I probably left a Jacob-shaped cloud of dust, and logged onto the USCamgirls site.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sure enough, my sister had just opened up her channel. Through the walls I hadn\u2019t recognized it, but coming out of my laptop it was crystal clear: the song that Ashley was playing was the same one I\u2019d seen her strip to, her first song of the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the second time that evening, I sat and watched as my sister slowly disrobed. This time, however, there were two major differences: firstly, I was able to pull my pud as I did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n (I briefly wondered if jerking off to her fulfilled the requirements of the \u201cSex with Ashley\u201d part of my file – the \u201cSex\u201d file is in a whole different area to \u201cMasturbation\u201d, but I rarely jerked off without fantasizing about her, so it felt like a grey area.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n And secondly, my sister didn\u2019t stop when she reached her dripping panties. As she pulled them off, revealing the fact that she\u2019d shaved since her last show (presumably another requirement of the club), she began to talk, sharing the details of her shift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A private dance, I learned from her gasping explanation, had pretty strict rules. You take them into a side room, and the client can only touch the dancer on the hips or waist (or, if you\u2019re servicing a woman, the boobs. I have no idea why there are different rules for women).<\/p>\n\n\n\n The dancer, however, can touch the client wherever they like. And Ashley had been so worked up, she\u2019d taken full advantage of this rule.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She didn\u2019t describe any of her clients – from the way she was talking about them, you\u2019d assume they were sexual gods, but I\u2019d been in the club, and the only clientele I\u2019d seen looked like losers; guys who were too old, fat or ugly to get a real girlfriend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Apparently her exhibitionist tendencies didn\u2019t discriminate, however – a set of eyes was a set of eyes, and that was all my sister needed to get all hot and bothered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so when Ashley had gotten her first private dance, the sight of him unzipping his pants and revealing how hard she\u2019d made him had turned her on so much, she\u2019d forgotten herself, and reached out to jerk him off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just knowing that my sister was so turned on from exposing herself that she\u2019d jerk off a stranger was pretty hot, but hearing it directly from the horse\u2019s mouth (so to speak) – watching her grope her tits with one hand and rub herself with the other, while she pantingly described the experience\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Apparently she\u2019d had the foresight to aim his cock away from her when he came (which didn\u2019t take long) – returning to the floor covered in cum would probably have gotten her in trouble. And though he tipped extremely<\/em> generously, she didn\u2019t spend the evening jerking guys off – she\u2019d behaved more professionally with the others, just slowly getting more and more worked up as the night went on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Driving home, she\u2019d had to pull to the side and get herself off. I briefly considered hiding in the back seat next time she had a shift, but quickly realized the stupidity of that plan..and the pointlessness – now that I knew her channel, I could watch my sister get off any time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Still\u2026being in the room as she did was pretty tempting. The sounds, the smells\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister\u2019s show lasted an hour before she started to fade, and headed to bed. She came half a dozen times – the shift at the strip club had really gotten her worked up – and it was by far the hottest show I<\/em> had ever seen, but the tips still weren\u2019t coming in as fast or strong as they should have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As I shut down my laptop and began to drift off, I smiled. Everything was going exactly as I\u2019d planned – better, in fact. A few small tweaks, and my sister wouldn\u2019t just be jerking off men at the club, she\u2019d be fucking them. Soon enough, she\u2019d trust me enough to let me help with her cam shows, and then I would<\/em> get to watch her get herself off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not only watch, but offer advice. She\u2019d obey my every suggestion, masturbate exactly how I told her to, and from there\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n From there, it was only a few small steps to being my complete sexual slave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I couldn\u2019t wait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n As my sister openly sobbed, it was hard not to smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not that I didn\u2019t deserve to celebrate; it had taken me the better part of two weeks to get all the pieces into place, but it was worth it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She was totally distraught\u2026and had turned to me for comfort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d I whispered, trying to mask the glee in my voice. \u201cEverything\u2019s going to be fine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI just\u2026I just don\u2019t know what came over me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Half a dozen men,<\/em> I privately thought, holding back a chuckle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d I said. \u201cYou were just a little tightly wound – everyone loses control sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI mean it,\u201d she said, looking up at me with two red eyes. Even while she was sobbing, she managed to look sexy. I genuinely have no idea how she did it. \u201cI couldn\u2019t help myself. It was like I wasn\u2019t in control of my body.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crap. May have overdone it a little bit there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere there,\u201d I said, patting her head and pulling her to my chest. \u201cIt was just a moment of weakness. I\u2019m sure that by tomorrow, everything will be back to normal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay,\u201d she said with a sigh. \u201cI\u2019m sure you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was. By the morning, the file would be back in place, and the night\u2019s events would be explained away as a freak incident, never to be repeated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At least, that\u2019s what I hoped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n In accordance with their programming, Mom and Dad never even questioned Ashley on where she was every night. If they had – and she\u2019d told them – I was pretty sure that they wouldn\u2019t even mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s interesting; no matter how much you change someone\u2019s priorities, they still remain them<\/em> underneath. Mom and Dad had gone from high-pressure, inquisitive and actively involved parents to disinterested figures who just enjoyed our company\u2026but if I hadn\u2019t been looking for it, I don\u2019t know that I would have noticed the difference.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mom still told awful jokes, Dad still spent way too much time at the office. I guess those were things I could have changed if I\u2019d had a reason, but I suspected that even if I moved Mom\u2019s desire to be funny down in the priority list, and made Dad want to impress his bosses less\u2026they\u2019d still be them<\/em>, y\u2019know?<\/p>\n\n\n\n What makes us us? That was the kind of question that would have kept me awake all night, once upon a time, but with my reduced curiosity it was pretty easy to dismiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, I focused on my sister.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Each night followed the same routine. She\u2019d disappear after family dinner and come back in the early hours of the morning. I guess I didn\u2019t technically see<\/em> her go to the strip club, but she came back each night in a pair of six-inch pumps, smelling like shame and cheap perfume, so yeah; I doubt she was moonlighting as a crappy Catwoman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As soon as she returned, the music would start, and I could log on to see her naked, performing all manner of lewd acts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her clientele was growing, at both locations. She never mentioned specific numbers to me, but I checked out her filing cabinet a couple of times and she was starting to make serious bank at the strip club.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Imagine Jessica Rabbit came to life as a blonde and started getting off on stripping. Yeah, it wasn\u2019t a huge surprise to work out why she was pulling so much dough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What did<\/em> surprise me was how much her camgirl audience was growing. Like I said, she wasn\u2019t doing much \u201cright\u201d – she would strip off pretty much straight away; no teasing, no begging for tips. Then she\u2019d just get off while talking about her shift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I mean, I guess it\u2019s not totally crazy. She was hugely attractive (as I may have mentioned) and she was breaking the whole camgirl paradigm – she genuinely didn\u2019t seem to care about the money. The strip club was fulfilling all her financial needs (one of my first moves had been to make \u201cShort-term Income\u201d a huge priority for her) and so the camgirling was just to get off in front of strangers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And that\u2019s what gave me the idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n See, I have a theory. As our needs are met and filled, our priorities shift. If I desperately wanted a girlfriend, after I get one I\u2019m obviously going to prioritise that less, right? That\u2019s why people break up – if everyone spent as much effort on keeping<\/em> a girlfriend as they did on getting one, there\u2019d be a lot more happy couples in the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So in my filing cabinet, \u201cGirlfriend\u201d would slowly shift backwards over time\u2026until we broke up, at which point it would probably leap forward again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That wasn\u2019t happening with Ashley.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As her short-term income went up, you would normally expect to see the \u201cShort-term Income\u201d file drifting backwards. If the need is met, it\u2019s not as much of a priority any more, right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n But I checked it every day or two, and it never moved. Instead, the \u201cgoal\u201d – how much of a short-term income would make her happy – kept increasing and increasing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s possible that this is just a natural part of wanting money\u2026after all, you never see a billionaire go \u201cOkay, I\u2019ve got enough money now.\u201d People keep wanting more and more, even as they blast past their previous goals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But I suspect that\u2019s not what was happening. At least, that\u2019s not all<\/em> that was happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I am willing to bet that it was my fault. Since I\u2019d been the one to move the folder, it wasn\u2019t going to move again until I made it. And so I\u2019d put my poor sister into this loop – even as she was making more and more money at the club, she didn\u2019t take fewer shifts. She just kept on working, watching her income go up, always wanting more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And it wasn\u2019t just money. The more she exposed herself, the greater her exhibitionist itch grew. That was why she kept on camgirling – there was a maximum audience at the strip club (the number of people that fit in the building, obviously) whereas camgirls could be seen by thousands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hundreds of thousands, if they got big enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The end result was that Ashley used the two outlets to scratch different itches. Her increased viewership online hadn\u2019t led to more money, so she just did whatever she could to get more views\u2026and her fans at the club weren\u2019t going to suddenly increase by a factor of ten, so she focused her efforts on milking them for as much as she could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so despite getting off in front of thousands, and earning more than I knew a stripper could even make, my sister found herself constantly frustrated. She wanted to expose herself to more people, and she wanted mo\u2019 money.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The plan was simple. The best part was, for the first few weeks, I didn\u2019t need to do anything. I just kept watching her target income rise and her urge to flash people grow. Even after a full night at the club and a two-hour show, I knew she was desperate to expose herself to more people – when she thought I wasn\u2019t home, she\u2019d started answering the door naked, or putting on a bit of a show for our neighbor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He\u2019s 78 years old. Like I said, exhibitionist tendencies don\u2019t discriminate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, when she was starting the climb the walls with frustration\u2026that\u2019s when I\u2019d executed the second phase of my plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One Sunday night, I\u2019d moved two files in my sister\u2019s filing cabinet. Her \u201cOrgasm\u201d priority was shifted way, way up\u2026and both \u201cSex\u201d and \u201cMasturbation\u201d way down. \u201cSex\u201d went at the very back of the cabinet, but \u201cMasturbation\u201d wasn\u2019t much higher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The idea was to make her desperate to cum, at all hours of the day\u2026but uninterested in getting herself off, or getting off with someone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Honestly, I wasn\u2019t entirely sure what would happen. My intent was just to make her constantly horny, but it really could have done anything. Maybe she\u2019d learn to cum just from thinking about it, or get off from people watching without even needing to touch herself. Maybe she\u2019d masturbate out of necessity. Like in my cabinet: \u201cPersonal Grooming\u201d had been quite low, but if I wanted to impress a girl (or my parents were forcing me) it was absolutely something I\u2019d do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Obviously unless it was on camera, I had no idea if my sister was getting herself off or not, but I can tell you – over the next few days, her cum shows were almost entirely replaced with her just dancing, showing off her body, and taking requests (I got far too excited when my \u201cput on your old school uniform\u201d suggestion was accepted. Man did that<\/em> take me back).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, at the end of the following week – Saturday night, her biggest shift of the week – exactly an hour after she left for work, I went back into the tiny room beneath the stairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And I moved \u201cSex\u201d to the very front of her drawer, behind only \u201cAir\u201d, \u201cWater\u201d, and \u201cFood\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley looked out at the crowd, licking her lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She wanted to fuck them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n All of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No, that wasn\u2019t quite right. She needed<\/em> to fuck them. She had never been so sure of anything in her whole life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She didn\u2019t care that she was just starting her shift, she didn\u2019t care that she\u2019d get in trouble. In that moment, all she needed – more than anything – was to make their dicks hard and get them inside of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Licking her lips again, she looked around cautiously. She was horny – she\u2019d been horny all week – but she wasn\u2019t stupid. If she leapt off the stage and started straddling people, she\u2019d get kicked out (or worse; arrested) and then she wouldn\u2019t get to fuck anyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No, if she was going to do this (and she definitely was) then she was going to have to play it smart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Step one, dance. As well as she could, to get those cocks nice and hard, so she could lower herself down on them, so she could feel them inside her\u2026so she could cum around them and make them cum as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Focus, Ashley,<\/em> she told herself, and forced her attention outward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the last week, she\u2019d been so turned on – so<\/em> turned on – and yet strangely unwilling to do anything about it. She\u2019d only cum twice in the week, when the urge had grown so strong that she couldn\u2019t hold back any longer. Even then she hadn\u2019t reached between her legs, or found someone to do it for her; she\u2019d just ground herself against the couch in jeans, the feeling of the stiff material against her throbbing wetness enough to bring her to orgasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few days ago, just for a moment, she\u2019d wondered if she was asexual, or going through some kind of weird early menopause. First the sudden exhibitionist streak, then the desperate focus on money\u2026and then the endless arousal and total lack of interest in finding a man to take care of it for her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s probably just my birth control being strange,<\/em> she\u2019d told herself, and it had been surprisingly easy not to think about it any more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But now\u2026this sudden animalistic desperation to be fucked. She felt like a creature in heat, willing to take any cock that she could get.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What\u2019s happening to me?<\/em> she briefly wondered, but then the music shifted, and her focus went back to what she was doing with her body\u2026and how the audience was reacting to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYessss\u2026\u201d she whispered, unable to hold it back. Several men were throwing money at the stage, and she knew what that meant. They wanted her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They all wanted her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And tonight, they would have her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo when did they catch you?\u201d I asked, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAbout halfway through my shift,\u201d Ashley replied, blowing her nose on the tissue I\u2019d just handed her. \u201cI must have fucked a dozen guys before someone told the manager what I was up to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n At once?<\/em> I wanted to ask, but I knew I couldn\u2019t. She trusted me, but asking too many questions – that was sure to raise her defences. Instead, I just smiled, and for a moment my sister glanced up at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I tried to keep my gaze as innocent as possible, but I needn\u2019t have worried. It wasn\u2019t a look of suspicion that she was throwing in my direction\u2026it was one of lust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It only lasted a second, and it immediately cleared, but my heart leapt with joy. Even after being sacked and kicked out of the club, even after being escorted home by two police officers (whom I was 100% certain she had tried to seduce), my sister still<\/em> needed to be fucked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And as the only male in the vicinity, she\u2019d turned to me. Just for a second before the thought was gone, but it was working.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was on my way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n It was lucky that I decided to log on and watch my sister\u2019s show that night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If I hadn\u2019t, if I\u2019d just gone to my bedroom (as I was thinking of doing) and waited for my sister to go to sleep so I could head in and readjust her filing cabinet, I would have missed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But – as you can imagine – I was pretty turned on by the conversation we\u2019d just had, by the image of my sister fucking half a dozen strange men at the club.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the look she\u2019d inadvertently shot me\u2026and at the knowledge that all of it, all of it was because of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so, unsurprisingly, I\u2019d decided to jerk off. And when I heard the music coming from my sister\u2019s room, I knew exactly what I wanted to jerk off to – my sister\u2019s body, coming live from just a few feet away. She\u2019d probably be breathily describing her night, and hell – I was more than happy to jerk off to that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, when I logged on, I was surprised to find she\u2019d changed the room\u2019s description. It normally read \u201cAshley\u2019s sexy dances\u201d or \u201cAshley\u2019s hot room\u201d (like I said, she\u2019s really terrible at the marketing side of camgirling).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tonight, it read \u201cWant to fuck me? Make a bid – I\u2019ll cum to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n No!<\/p>\n\n\n\n No no no no no.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I leapt out of bed, and ran straight into the filing cabinet room. I was in such a hurry, I left the door wide open – if anyone had walked into the hallway, they would have had a clear sight of me, frantically flipping through dusty files in a mysterious room that none of us had ever been inside before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fortunately for me, no one did, but jesus. What could have happened that night still gives me chills.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As soon as I got to \u201csex\u201d, I moved it back to approximately where I\u2019d originally found it. At some point, when I<\/em> was the one Ashley was having sex with, I\u2019d move it back up to the front of the cabinet\u2026but for now, I was more than happy with my sister having a normal, healthy sex drive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It took me a few minutes to find – minutes I would have much rather spent checking the chatroom to make sure that Ashley had changed the message – but soon enough I laid my hands on \u201cpersonal safety\u201d, and made sure to move that quite close to the top of the list, above even \u201cshort-term income\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPersonal safety\u201d is a broad concept, but rather than flip through the file and work out exactly what it contained, I wanted to check on my sister. For now, it would (hopefully) mean that she wasn\u2019t driving to random\u2019s houses and having sex with them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Slamming the cabinet shut (another stupid move – it could have woken up our parents, or attracted Ashley\u2019s attention) I left the tiny room, closed the door, and sprinted back to my room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Almost as soon as I sat down, she changed the room\u2019s description to \u201cSexy lady dances\u201d (I\u2019m guessing \u201cusing your real name online\u201d falls under \u201cpersonal safety\u201d, as it should).<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSorry boys,\u201d she said with a sexy pout. \u201cNot tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rest of the show was a fairly generic dance show, and as I came while watching my sister\u2019s swaying body, my mind was racing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That had been close. My sister had been all-too-willing to go to a stranger\u2019s house and fuck them for money\u2026and, after all, why not? With her body, with her enthusiasm, she could make an absolute killing<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPersonal safety\u201d had prevented her from following through on this haphazard method, but hell – maybe she\u2019d find a brothel in town, one where they took care of the whores.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had no personal issue with my big sister becoming a sex worker, except that it wasn\u2019t part of the plan. The plan that had begun that night, and ended with her as my own personal sex slave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n (And don\u2019t get me wrong – I spent about half an hour brainstorming scenarios, but I didn\u2019t think my sister would be into me turning up as a client, and none of the others made any sense. No, better to nip this in the bud early.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fortunately, when my sister\u2019s show ended and the music stopped, the solution presented itself pretty quickly. Heading back into the tiny room (stealthily, this time) and flipping through my sister\u2019s files, I quickly found \u201cobeying the law\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I moved that up. Not far enough that it\u2019d control her life, but certainly far enough that it would stop her from becoming a prostitute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This would probably mean the end of her joining me to watch freshly-downloaded Game of Thrones<\/em> episodes, but that was a sacrifice I was willing to make.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The only issue was that she\u2019d likely assume that incest was illegal (it\u2019s actually not in Connecticut – that was something I\u2019d learned from independent research a few months ago) but I could quickly solve that problem by scrawling \u201cknowledge of local incest laws\u201d onto a piece of paper and inserting it into her cabinet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n (I didn\u2019t, not yet – I can\u2019t imagine anything that would raise more suspicion that an inexplicable burning desire to learn the laws of boinking your brother\u2026but if all went to plan, it would be something she\u2019d be keen to learn soon enough.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hoping that I\u2019d protected myself against all contingencies, I went to bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The next day, I planned to implement the next step of my plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAshley, I know about the site.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister froze, her hand halfway towards bringing a piece of toast to her mouth. Our parents had gone to work, and we had the house to ourselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat site?\u201d she asked, trying to sound nonchalant, and I shot her a look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cC\u2019mon,\u201d I said, and she immediately buckled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d I asked, hoping that laying it on thick would be effective. \u201cDon\u2019t you trust me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course I do!\u201d she rushed to answer. \u201cI just\u2026I dunno, I didn\u2019t want it to be weird.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWeird how?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell, I mean, my room is just at the other end of the hall. I didn\u2019t want you to feel\u2026uncomfortable, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I nodded. What she said made enough sense, but I didn\u2019t really care what her reasoning was – I just needed to make sure to strengthen our \u2018share everything\u2019 bond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI thought you didn\u2019t trust me,\u201d I said, putting on a sad face, and she practically leaped across the table to give me a hug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course I do!\u201d she said, and I returned the hug, desperately fighting the urge to bury my head into my sister\u2019s soft, plentiful cleavage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay,\u201d I said, trying to sound casual. \u201cSo\u2026tell me about it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t know if I\u2019m just good at manipulating my sister or if it was the way I\u2019d known exactly which buttons to press\u2026or hell, if she was just desperate to talk to someone<\/em> about it, but for the next two hours, she told me everything<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I just nodded and listened as she went into what anyone else would have considered an uncomfortable level of detail, and when she eventually ran out of steam, I spoke up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHave you had much success?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMmmmm,\u201d she said, pouring herself another cup of tea. \u201cSort of. I mean, I have a bunch of fans and viewers. I just, I dunno, don\u2019t really seem to make much money.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I tried not to let my glee show. Everything was going exactly as I\u2019d planned; she was really feeling the missing income from the strip club, and my most recent folder-meddling had eliminated any other easy ways to make money from her body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou know,\u201d I said, staring her straight in the eyes, \u201c\u2026I could help you with that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n Over the next few weeks, my sister let me slowly take over every aspect of her camgirl site.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I never explained how I\u2019d gotten so much knowledge about camming, and Ashley never asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She just trusted me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Admittedly, when I managed to almost double her income in a single night, that trust was well-earned. Even if I hadn\u2019t ensured that trusting her little brother was a high priority, I\u2019m pretty sure she would have been willingly letting me run the site for her in no time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At first, I was fairly hands-off. I\u2019d suggest key phrases she could use; I taught her the stripping system, where instead of just logging in and taking all your clothes off, you only take your shirt off once a certain number of tokens have been met, then the same for your pants, panties, bra\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n All of this was done in the abstract, at least for the first week. She felt super weird about me seeing her naked body, and no matter how much I searched her cabinet, I couldn\u2019t find anything<\/em> that would help me in that regard. No \u201cpreventing family from seeing nudity\u201d, no \u201cmodesty\u201d – the closest I could get was her \u201cexhibitionism\u201d folder, and I searched the sub-folders and the sub-sub-folders almost a dozen times before eventually realizing that nope, family just wasn\u2019t covered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From what I could work out, when I shifted \u201cexhibitionism\u201d up, I must have shifted \u201cmodesty\u201d way, way down. So far that I couldn\u2019t find it – her drawer was, after all, infinitely long, and there\u2019s only so much time you can spend flipping through abstract and unnecessary priorities (\u201cbees\u201d, \u201cthe glare on the TV matching up with the shine on a bald character\u2019s head\u201d, \u201crice krispies making a neat little circle around the spoon\u201d) before being forced to call it a night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Although I guess \u201cmodesty around families\u201d would probably have been in a different folder – after all, her exhibitionism folder didn\u2019t include me or Mom or Dad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I dunno. All I could tell you was that it was incredibly frustrating, and after spending almost every night going through files, I was starting to get pretty sick of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fortunately, my time outside<\/em> of the little room was much more interesting. Ashley never asked how I found out about her side-project (which I assumed was due to the new position of her \u201cCuriosity\u201d folder) and to allay suspicion, I casually asked what her username was – she refused to tell me, so I knew she had no idea that I was watching all of her performances in that first week.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It turned out that Ashley had – entirely by accident – cultivated a great crowd for making money. They were so used to seeing everything (everything<\/em>) for free, and so when she started setting targets, they were quick to pull out their wallets and drop tokens until she was naked, and then drop tokens until she was dancing, and then drop tokens until she was cumming\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n At my advice, she started learning the names of her regular clients and acting excited whenever they came online, and making sure to pay extra-special attention to the biggest tippers. She even tried going into a private room once or twice for big tips, but we quickly worked out that with the crowds she was drawing, she could always make more money in the big room – especially since the numbers would drastically drop whenever she disappeared and was replaced by a \u201cSorry, currently doing a private chat\u201d screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By the end of the first week, she was hanging on my every word, desperate to use my knowledge to make as much money as possible – more, more, always more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And that was when I told her – to help any more than this, I\u2019d have to be able to see her live in action.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That shut her up. She spent almost three days trying to decide whether it was worth letting her little brother see her naked – no, not just naked, but masturbating for the crowd – in exchange for the possibility of making more money.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the end, I had to bump the folder up, until it was the sixth folder in her drawer – Air, Water, Food, Shelter, Trust in Jacob\u2026and Short-Term Income.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The next day she came to me, red-faced, and told me what her username was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That night, as she did her show, we had a chat program open. I was able to offer advice live, and while it didn\u2019t make as much of a difference as my earlier advice had, it definitely helped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the rest of the week, she couldn\u2019t even make eye-contact with me, but every night she\u2019d let me know when she was going online, desperate to get my real-time advice on her show.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I wasn\u2019t watching my sister\u2019s show (which, at my advice, had been severely shortened – no more all-nighters. A shorter show meant more concentrated tips, which meant a higher ranking, which meant more exposure) or going through her files, I was either sleeping or watching other cam-girls. Good performers, bad performers – anything I could learn from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had started to run out of advice to give, but whenever I saw a high-earner I was able to grab at least a few tips to pass onto my sister, and watching awful performers meant that I could solidify my advice on what to avoid<\/em> doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At my suggestion, my sister switched camgirl sites, changed her username, bought a Hibachi and tailored her show to match every piece of my advice. She\u2019d voluntarily started obeying my every command – only as it related to her show, sure, but it gave me a real taste of what was to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But until she grew more comfortable with me seeing her perform, we couldn\u2019t progress. I\u2019d thought that at the end of a fortnight, she\u2019d have gotten used to it, but she still blushed every time she approached to tell me that she was about to go on cam, and she still avoided eye-contact the next morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I could have waited it out, but my patience was running out. It had been several months since I\u2019d found the filing cabinets – I\u2019d thought by now I\u2019d be balls-deep in my future, and while I appreciated how far I\u2019d come, I wanted so much more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was time to take drastic measures and make a bold move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n I took a deep breath before placing the hand-written note into my sister\u2019s drawer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Technically, it wasn\u2019t necessary. Technically it was a big risk. But I\u2019d been so cautious for so long, and I\u2019d spent hours thinking about it, trying to think of possible negative outcomes, and the worst-case scenarios I could imagine weren\u2019t that<\/em> bad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so I\u2019d done it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside the \u201cTrust in Jacob\u201d folder, the fifth-highest priority in my sister\u2019s life, was a new file. It simply read \u201cComfort with nudity around Jacob.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now, technically this didn\u2019t cover me seeing her shows through the computer\u2026but that was fine. I\u2019d seen her shows. I\u2019d been watching them almost since she\u2019d started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now, I wanted something more. I wanted to be in the room<\/em> while she performed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Keep in mind, writing something on a piece of paper doesn\u2019t magically make it happen. Writing \u201csex with Ashley\u201d hadn\u2019t meant that my sister\u2019s legs were suddenly wrapped around me on a daily basis – it just meant that it was a priority for me, something I was going to put effort into turning into reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Similarly, my new addition to Ashley\u2019s folder didn\u2019t mean that she\u2019d suddenly be cool with me seeing her topless – but it did<\/em> mean that she\u2019d prioritize it, that she\u2019d work towards being more comfortable around me while naked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I considered adding a second file – \u201cComfort with sexual acts around Jacob\u201d – but I didn\u2019t think it was necessary, and it added the risk that she\u2019d start bringing guys home and blowing them in front of me or whatever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For a few different reasons, this was firmly something that I didn\u2019t want happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Plus, honestly\u2026the idea of her being embarrassed to masturbate in front of me (but doing it anyway, as was my plan) was kind of hot. I didn\u2019t know why, nor did I have the inclination to try to puzzle it out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The first day, I didn\u2019t see any changes. I guess part of increasing your comfort with something is simply thinking about it, and I\u2019d bet that\u2019s what Ashley spent the first day doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The second day, she walked past me in a towel. That might not seem like a big deal – it sort of wasn\u2019t – but it was new, and I definitely noticed. And I think she noticed me noticing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The third day, she walked into my room in a towel. This was much weirder – she just wanted to hang out; there was no reason why she couldn\u2019t have gotten dressed and then<\/em> hung out, but instead she deliberately came and hung out in my room for a towel for like, two hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Baby steps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fourth day, she sat down (fully clothed) and asked me the question I\u2019d been waiting to hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJacob,\u201d she said, avoiding eye-contact. \u201cWould it\u2026would it be helpful if you were in the room while I performed?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes,\u201d I said, trying not to sound desperate. \u201cI mean, y\u2019know. It\u2019d be weird, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course,\u201d she said, as quickly as I\u2019d said \u2018Yes\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut yeah, it\u2019d be super helpful. There\u2019s some stuff with lighting, angles – I can\u2019t really help much unless I see you all set up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRight,\u201d she said thoughtfully. \u201cYeah, that makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n It didn\u2019t. Not really. But her trust in me was so high, and her desperation to be comfortable naked around me had meant that she hadn\u2019t even questioned my bullshit excuse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhen are you next streaming?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTonight? I mean, if you think that\u2019s a good idea.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I hummed and haw\u2019d for a second, before agreeing that yeah, that would probably be a good time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I mean, honestly, it was all I could do to avoid suggesting that we stream right now immediately right now yes please.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That night, I was hanging out in my sister\u2019s room when her alarm went off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh!\u201d she said, as if she hadn\u2019t been obsessively counting down the minutes until her show started. \u201cOh, that\u2019s\u2026it\u2019s time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh yeah,\u201d I said, doing an equally poor job of sounding casual about the whole thing. \u201cYeah, it\u2019s time for your show.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo do you wanna\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley trailed off, and I threw her a grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRelax, sis,\u201d I said, hoping to god that I sounded smooth. \u201cI mean, it\u2019s just work. It\u2019s not like I\u2019ve never seen your show before.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah,\u201d she said, after a deep breath. \u201cYeah. You\u2019re totally right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJust pretend I\u2019m not here. Focus on your audience, yeah? That\u2019s where the money is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course,\u201d she nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I gotta admit, I could get used to my sister hanging onto my every word, obeying my every suggestion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Soon enough, I told myself. Soon enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley\u2019s show that night was spectacular. I mean, obviously I was a little biased\u2026but based on the tip jar, it truly was one of the best shows she\u2019d ever done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To my delight (and very minor disappointment), she actually did what I said, and focused on the audience. The only time she even glanced my way was when she was removing her bra\u2026but as soon as she removed it and her glorious boobs dropped into view, she was basically making love to her webcam with a laser focus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was amazing to watch. I had my laptop open, so I could simultaneously see what she was doing in real life, and glance at my computer to see her attention wholly focused on \u201cme\u201d. Like I said, it was absolutely one of the hottest shows she\u2019d ever done, and by far the hottest thing I\u2019d ever, ever seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire experience was magnified by being there, by being in the room with her. The sounds that her computer didn\u2019t pick up, the angle, the smells\u2026oh god, the smells.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not just pulling my dick out and jerking off was probably the hardest thing I\u2019ve ever done. When she pushed her Hibachi up against her clit, and started shaking and moaning in orgasm\u2026fuck, every instinct in my body was screaming \u201cDo it! Do it now!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But I couldn\u2019t. Hell, I still think I had a pretty good job of getting away with it – after all, my sister was<\/em> trying to get used to nudity with her brother. And in that moment, she\u2019d be so turned on\u2026and<\/em> she was an exhibitionist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But it wasn\u2019t worth the risk. I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it. Nothing was worth the risk of screwing that<\/em> up, no matter how tempting it was, no matter how likely I felt it was to succeed\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had a timeline, and I was going to follow it. Anything else lowered my chances of turning my perfect, sexy, orgasmic sister into my own personal sex slave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nothing was worth that risk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After the show was done, I was worried there would be some awkwardness. After all, there I was, fully-dressed, while my sister was totally nude, sweating, and dripping wet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But after she said goodbye to her followers (exactly as I\u2019d coached her), she turned to me with a huge smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAny notes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like I said, the show was pretty much perfect. But I didn\u2019t want to risk being booted out, not when she was sitting there comfortably naked, hanging on my every word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so for the next forty minutes or so I proceeded to ramble about lighting, and resolution, and phrasing. I didn\u2019t give her any objectively bad<\/em> advice, but even if she took all of it, I doubted it would have much of an effect on her tips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She nodded and smiled and jotted down occasional notes. Finally, when I was totally out of advice to give (or make up), I stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThanks,\u201d she said sincerely, and I nodded in response.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat are brothers for?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was a brief silence, and we laughed at the absurdity of what I\u2019d just said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey,\u201d I said, jumping in before the laughter could end and cause an awkward pause. \u201cYou know, the best way to learn this kind of stuff is to check out some other channels. Have you watched many others?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJust the ones you recommended,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCome up here and we\u2019ll find some and watch them now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I tried not to act like I was holding my breath. I hoped that my suggestion had sounded as casual as I\u2019d wanted it to. I froze as she tilted her head to the side and considered my suggestion\u2026and silently breathed a huge sigh of relief as she clambered onto the bed next to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She was naked. My sister was buck naked, had just cum all over her sex toy, and was lying next to me on the bed\u2026getting ready to watch girls strip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If you\u2019d told me this would have happened a year ago, I never would have believed you. But here it was, happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We ended up watching camgirls until about three in the morning. I was the one to call it a night – I saw my sister almost fall asleep once or twice. It wasn\u2019t until later that I realized she was probably nervous about seeming \u201cuncool\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As you can imagine, I didn\u2019t get to sleep until I\u2019d spent several hours dirtying many tissues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n After that, my sister hanging out nude became a regular thing. I actually had to go in and mess with my parent\u2019s files again – their curiosity was low, but I suspect they\u2019d think something was up if they wandered in to find Ashley sitting naked on my bed. I made sure that the door was closed whenever I was in a room with my naked sister, and I modified my parents\u2019 cabinets to make \u201cChildren\u2019s privacy\u201d a high, high priority.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sometimes she\u2019d wander in with a towel, and casually drop it as soon as the door was closed – if our parents were out, she\u2019d just wander around the house naked generally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As well as that, she\u2019d always invite me to come and watch her shows live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This might shock you, but sometimes I\u2019d decline. I knew that if I went and watched her live, it would be hours before I got to jerk off – after the show, we\u2019d hang out on the bed and watch camgirls (there\u2019s always some on, and you can always learn something new – even from the bad ones. Especially from the bad ones.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n As much as I loved hanging out with my naked, flushed, only-just-came sister, it sometime caused\u2026build-up. Frustration. Blue balls. Sometimes I just wanted to jerk off while watching her strip. I\u2019d gotten used to timing my orgasms with hers, and watching her cum without being able to even show that I was aroused was\u2026yeah, frustrating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After the first week, to my surprise, she sometimes went back to hanging out with my fully-clothed. I guess that at that point, she\u2019d proved to herself (or to me) that she was comfortable with it – her \u201ccomfort with nudity around her brother\u201d was\u2026not sated, exactly, but no longer something she had to prove.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I guess if you\u2019re making a point of hanging out naked with someone, it\u2019s not something you\u2019re \u201ccomfortable\u201d doing. Don\u2019t get me wrong – she was still spending a bunch of time naked, but it was no longer constant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the end of the second week, I think she genuinely stopped even noticing if she was naked around me or not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That\u2019s when I started wearing less and less around her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At first it was just a shirt unbuttoned, or – following her lead – wearing a towel. Then I spent half a day shirtless – for the first hour or so she seemed a little uncomfortable, but she quickly loosened up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cComfort with nudity around Jacob\u201d, I figured, would work both ways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One day, she was sitting naked on my bed when I did it. I got up and stripped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJacob!\u201d she said, and then immediately tried to sound chill. \u201cUh, what\u2019re you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJust getting changed,\u201d I said, shooting her an odd look. Y\u2019know, like she<\/em> was the one being weird. True to my word, I got dressed again. Baby steps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The next day, I came into my room wearing a towel. She was sitting on my bed fully-dressed, watching a camgirl that I\u2019d recommended (she was doing this thing where she encouraged people to send \u2018waves\u2019 of tokens – we were trying to work out if it was worth clogging up the chatroom or not). I dropped the towel, and sat beside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her eyes widened, and her body stiffened slightly, but she didn\u2019t say anything – even when I leaned in and pointed at the custom emoticon that the camgirl had set up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We ended up hanging out for another hour that night, and by the end of it, I really think she\u2019d forgotten that I was nude. As far as she was concerned, I was just her brother – it really didn\u2019t matter if I was clothed or not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After she left (and I jerked off twice), I put on some pajamas and sneaked into the cabinet room, holding a piece of paper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was time for the next step.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n The first time I jerked off in front of my sister, it was weird for both of us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the weirdest part, to me, was how weird it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It had been a fantasy of mine for literally years. Admittedly, in my fantasies I was typically jerking off onto<\/em> my sister, but the base ingredients were the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Turns out, and this genuinely surprised me, I\u2019m a little self-conscious about the way I masturbate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had been pretty happy with the prep work I\u2019d done. After slipping the hand-written note into her folder, I\u2019d given it some time, just like I had with nudity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I hadn\u2019t honestly noticed any difference in the way that she got off on camera while I was in the room. Like I said, we\u2019d been doing that<\/em> for weeks, so I sort of knew she didn\u2019t have an issue with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Afterwards, we were lying on her bed, watching camgirls, shooting the shit. The well of good ideas was truly dry at this point, and so the shows had almost become background noise – something to have on while we hung out, y\u2019know?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Eight months earlier, that would have been Friends<\/em> reruns in the den, and we would have both been fully clothed. Now, it was half-naked British girls (a lot of the best camgirls are British, I\u2019ve found) moaning into their webcam, while my sister and I lay naked on her bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I loved my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh hey,\u201d I said casually, hoping that Ashley didn\u2019t notice the slight break in my voice. \u201cThis girl\u2019s great.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her name was Pink Lily; I\u2019d checked her out a few times. Blonde, huge tits – the similarities to my sister were pretty much the whole reason I liked her so much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley fell silent, and the two of us watched Lily as she slowly accrued enough tokens to take off her panties, then her bra, then finally her shirt. Her huge, pink-nippled boobs fell into view, and I deliberately shifted my weight a little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister glanced down, noticed that I was hard, and returned her attention to the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was laying beside her naked, watching a live cam show, sporting a huge boner\u2026and she didn\u2019t even care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fucking best<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lily quickly accrued enough tips to start the \u2018cum-show\u2019, and as she pulled out her Hitachi, I again aimed for extraordinarily casual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, great,\u201d I said. \u201cDo you mind if I jerk off?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister went very still for a second, and when she spoke, it was my turn to notice how forced-casual she sounded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo problem,\u201d she said, her voice strained. She pulled away, slightly, so that no part of our bodies were touching. \u201cGo, uh\u2026go right ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire time, I found myself thinking \u201cah god is this the way that everyone does it\u201d, or \u201cI hope she doesn\u2019t get bored\u201d or \u201cokay as soon as I\u2019m done, I\u2019m moving \u2019self-consciousness\u2019 way, way down in my folder.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was still a dream come true, don\u2019t get me wrong. My sister\u2019s wide blue eyes, staring as I wrapped my hand around my cock, the way she tried to keep focus on the computer, her eyes occasionally darting over to my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Amazing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But definitely weird.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like I said, I was nervous. I was nervous about what it looked like, what it felt like, how long I was taking (is it better to be fast or slow?) and my sister\u2019s awkwardness had sort of freaked me out. But she didn\u2019t say anything as I stroked myself, keeping my eyes firmly on Lily. Before too long, I came, three strong spurts, shooting my cum onto my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I cleaned up, kept on talking, kept the conversation light. My sister joined in, but that weird tension never left her voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And I knew my sister was a little wigged out because – for the first time since she started letting me watch her cam – she<\/em> was the one who suggested we crash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe should get some sleep,\u201d she said, and I agreed, heading straight into my bedroom, wondering what had gone wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now, maybe I misread the signals. Hell, maybe she just wanted to be alone so she could get off again\u2026but I strongly suspect that wasn\u2019t the case. Maybe she just wanted some time to process what had just happened?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maybe my expectations had just been too high; of course the first time was going to be awkward. Maybe I\u2019d rushed things, and should have given her more time to get comfortable with the idea. Maybe I should have taken smaller steps – casually playing with myself in front of her, before leaping straight to masturbation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn\u2019t know, and I didn\u2019t know how to know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Here\u2019s the thing, though: I\u2019d been watching her cum for so long, I really hadn\u2019t expected it to be an issue. When I\u2019d added the note to her folder, I\u2019d actually wondered if it was even necessary. We\u2019d been doing it for weeks, after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I guess there\u2019s just a difference between professional masturbation and masturbation for funsies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The next day, I messed with my folder again, reducing my need to feel less self-consciousness. That immediately helped, but I still decided to wait a little while before trying again. No sense in pushing too fast, after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the meantime, I was just really enjoying the time spent with my sister. She\u2019s smart, funny, and now that I\u2019d run out of advice to offer, we\u2019d fallen back into our old banter – we\u2019d chat and joke about TV shows, music, stuff from our childhood. Ashley\u2019s trust manifested in weird ways – it meant she really appreciated my opinions, for example. Even outside of shows. It also made her more cuddly, which I enjoyed even when she wasn\u2019t<\/em> naked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was a full week before I tried it again – we had some camgirls on in the background (Russians, this time, just in case the country was doing something different that we could use) and I casually mentioned how hot one of them was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was a long pause after I asked; I guess on some level, I was hoping she\u2019d ask me to jerk off, just to show how comfortable she was with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No such luck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few hotties later, I bit the bullet. (My reduced self-consciousness helped a lot there.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou mind if I jerk off?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Again, that weird silence. Again, she shifted on the bed, ensuring that no part of us was touching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But again, she answered in the affirmative.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After that, I decided that the only way to make it less weird was to do it more often. I mixed up the routine a little – it wasn\u2019t always after one of her shows (I didn\u2019t want her drawing any connections, not yet). It wasn\u2019t always while we were both naked, and it wasn\u2019t always while we were touching. I\u2019d be on the computer, she\u2019d be in my bed, I\u2019d casually ask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Always that weird pause, followed by that hesitant approval.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After almost two months, I could feel her starting to relax about the whole situation. She still never initiated it, but her hesitation started to fade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so I stopped asking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We\u2019d be sitting around, shooting the shit, I\u2019d be on my phone, and I\u2019d just pull out my cock and start jerking it. Her body would go stiff, but she wouldn\u2019t object. Then I started doing it when we were laying next to each other on the bed – again, she was a little weird about it, but made no comment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d had<\/em> a plan. My next step was going to be start jerking off during one of her shows, see what I could do with that\u2026but her reactions had scared me. She\u2019d been so fine with everything else, every other step had been so easy\u2026but as soon as I\u2019d been overtly sexual, she\u2019d been\u2026weird.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was too risky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The change hadn\u2019t stuck, for some reason – at least, not as strongly as everything else. I wanted to know why before I took things any further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then Ashley said something that took me completely by surprise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n *<\/p>\n\n\n\n We were laying on my bed, watching porn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Normally we watched camgirls together, but I\u2019d been browsing reddit while Ashley cuddled up to me and I\u2019d seen a super hot preview.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The porn wasn\u2019t anything special, but it was kind of hot. Two girls making out, a guy interrupts, they end up fucking him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lately I\u2019d still just been pulling it out without asking, but for whatever reason, I went off-script.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou mind if I jerk off?\u201d I said, and Ashley shook her head without hesitation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She still pulled back, but not as much as normal – her hand was on my side, her head was still partially on my shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And that\u2019s when it happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDo you mind if I<\/em> do?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n If I\u2019d been holding anything, I would have dropped it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course not,\u201d I said, trying to sound as casual as I possibly could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was fully clothed; Ashley was topless, wearing a pair of those cloth short shorts. As I pulled my dick out, Ashley reached into her shorts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d seen her get off literally hundreds of times by now, but this\u2026this wasn\u2019t a show. This wasn\u2019t for money. This wasn\u2019t for an audience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This was for pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The girls on-screen alternated licking the dude\u2019s cock as I stared at my laptop, trying desperately to get a good look at my sister\u2019s reflection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She was\u2026quieter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That was the first thing I noticed: when it wasn\u2019t for a show, she was quieter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It made sense. If nothing else, she wasn\u2019t competing with her industrial vibrator for sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her hand was underneath the shorts, another difference – normally I could see everything<\/em>, but when it wasn\u2019t for the pleasure of others, when it was just for her own pleasure, she apparently didn\u2019t need to be naked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n God it was hot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The best part, aside from \u2018everything\u2019, was the timing – Ashley came about twenty seconds after watching me shoot off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Was it the sight of her own brother\u2019s orgasm that finished her off? I don\u2019t honestly know. But even though I hadn\u2019t made any specific alterations in that regard, just seeing someone get off is hot, right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I like to think that it was seeing me cum that pushed her over the edge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This time, I was surprised in the opposite way – afterwards, things weren\u2019t<\/em> weird. I cleaned up, she licked her fingers clean (which: oh my god, oh my god) and we closed the porn and went back to hanging out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like nothing had ever happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Amazing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After that, she started to get off in front of me regularly<\/p>\n\n\n\n Considering how often she was performing, I was amazed that she had any energy left for non-performative orgasms\u2026but, of course, my sister has<\/em> always been an over-achiever. Sometimes she\u2019d get off while I did, more often it was just when we were hanging out – just whenever she felt turned on, I guess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I tried to watch out for signs that she was checking me out while she came, but I was disappointed. Unless I was jerking off, her attention seemed to be fully consumed by whatever she was watching, or reading, or even just thinking about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And even when I was<\/em> jerking off, it wasn\u2019t like she was staring at my cock the whole time. The only silver lining was that my climax would more often than not trigger her own. It was frequent enough that I didn\u2019t think it could be a coincidence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My cock was getting my sister off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ah. Maze. Ing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After a few weeks, I was ready for the next step of my plan. I\u2019d abandoned the idea of jerking off while watching her perform; the more a girl I was jerking off to looked like her, the less comfortable she seemed about me masturbating in front of her (and when they were big-titted blondes with blue eyes, she never ever ever joined in). Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn\u2019t; it wasn\u2019t worth the risk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was an hour or two after one of Ashley\u2019s shows. I just couldn\u2019t wait any longer; I wanted to fuck my sister, and these slow, steady steps were starting to get to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It had to be slow; I knew it had to be slow. I didn\u2019t have a mind ray I could use to erase her memory – if I didn\u2019t make changes gradually, I had no idea how she\u2019d react. If we suddenly started fucking out of nowhere, she\u2019d be suspicious, and who knew what could happen. She could refuse to talk to me again, she could tell our parents\u2026she could tell the cops.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She could find the filing cabinets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I couldn\u2019t have that. And so I knew I had to move slowly. It was just\u2026excruciating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As soon as I saw her drifting off to sleep that night, I slipped down the hallway, into the room, and started messing with her folders, getting everything ready for the next few days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the next part of the new plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Opening the \u2018Trust in Jacob\u2019 folder, I saw it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cComfort masturbating in front of my brother\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at it for a long time, processing exactly what I\u2019d written.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d meant<\/em> to write \u201cComfort with masturbation around Jacob.\u201d You know – both ways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d made one of my sister\u2019s priorities comfort masturbating around me, and totally neglected to say anything about me masturbating around her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No wonder she\u2019d been weird. No wonder it had been months and months before she\u2019d started joining in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was just lucky that it hadn\u2019t been a bigger mistake. I\u2019d never considered the potential consequences of writing the wrong thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And yet\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n She\u2019d gone along with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d asked if I could jerk off in front of her, and she\u2019d said yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not because I\u2019d compelled her. Not because I\u2019d made that specifically a priority in her life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just because\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Well, just because. Because she trusted me, I suppose. Because she loved me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A smile of triumph formed on my face, and I continued shifting folders around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She had no idea what was coming next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She had no idea<\/em> what was coming next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \u201cYou mind if I use your credit card?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I held my breath when my sister gave me a strange glance, then breathed a silent sigh of relief when she handed it over without even questioning what I wanted it for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Quite the feat, considering the obsession with money that I\u2019d given her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley watched as I typed in the digits. She didn\u2019t blink an eye as I spent one hundred of her hard-earned dollars to buy two thousand credits (the more you buy, the bigger the discount).<\/p>\n\n\n\n But when she saw what I was spending them on\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n I swear, I wouldn\u2019t have been surprised to see her pupils turn into actual dollar signs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIs that<\/em> what they\u2019re always talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Over the past few months, we\u2019d watched a bunch of camgirls. No, more than a bunch. What\u2019s the collective noun for camgirls? A cumshow? A hitachi?<\/p>\n\n\n\n We\u2019d watched a tease of camgirls together. Hundreds, if not thousands. But there was one aspect of the business that we\u2019d never actually talked about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The free camming sites (where the girls make the majority of their money) only have a few rules, but one of them is simply \u201cno guys\u201d. You can\u2019t be a camguy, you can\u2019t get your boyfriend on to spank you, you can\u2019t make love to a real-life penis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No guys. Simple as that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve never looked into why (I\u2019ve never been curious enough to) but I\u2019m guessing it makes them technically not pornography? Something like that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n You can have multiple people on the channel, long as they\u2019re all ladies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Getting my sister to invite another popular camgirl onto her show was certainly tempting – I would pay good money to watch her fuck another hottie, and I\u2019m sure a lot of her audience felt the same way – but getting someone else in felt like it would just be opening the door to a world of trouble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If nothing else, I\u2019m certain they wouldn\u2019t be cool with Ashley\u2019s kid brother in the room, watching as they performed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maybe I could get Ashley invited onto someone else\u2019s channel – have her go around to their house, fool around on-camera for the world to see\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was tempting, but it wouldn\u2019t get me any closer to my goal. I wanted to fuck my sister. I wanted my sister at my beck and call, 24\/7, those huge tits at my command. That was my priority.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And I had a plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n See, while the actual camgirl sites<\/em> won\u2019t let you have a guy on, there\u2019s a loophole of sorts. These sites will let you sell videos for credits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The videos can be anything. They can just be a solo show (like the standard cam fare), they can be a girl\/girl show\u2026or they can involve a guy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so Ashley watched as I clicked through to one of our favorite camgirl\u2019s pages (I made sure to pick one that looked nothing like her, to avoid any potential discomfort), tipped her five hundred credits, and bought a video.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Five hundred credits for a Hitachi show video. Something that the model did, for free, several times a week. Twenty-five dollars for something that I could watch anytime she was online.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You\u2019re paying for the convenience, I guess – you don\u2019t have to try to work out how to record the model\u2019s screen, you don\u2019t have the jangling of tips interrupting the flow, you might get more camerawork than just a single static shot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But ultimately, I was paying for something that the model was already doing. Money in the bank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley turned to me with a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow do we start?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n ###<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh! Oh! Oh! Oh!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now that I\u2019d seen my sister masturbate off-camera a few dozen times, it was increasingly obvious which parts were performative, and which parts were genuine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The way her eyes fluttered? That was real. The flush was real, of course – my sister is an okay actress, but nowhere near good enough to fake that<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her loud moans and pants, I would have guessed to be real, but nope. When she\u2019s getting herself off just for fun, she maybe whimpers a little. No loud, rhythmic screams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Makes sense. If you\u2019re always shouting like that when you jerk off, you\u2019re basically advertising to the world that hey, you\u2019re cumming. It\u2019s hard to be discreet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not that discretion was a priority for my sister any more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d made sure of that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I moved the camera in, until her pink slit was filling the frame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her face no longer on-camera, Ashley looked at me inquiringly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n All good?<\/em> she mouthed, and I nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She winked, smiled, and continued moaning loudly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few minutes later, my sister was cumming, her thighs twitching over and over again as she pressed the toy against her clit. (The twitches? Genuine.) I pulled back. She smiled at the camera, winked, and blew it a kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCut,\u201d I said, and Ashley squealed with delight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister\u2019s exhibitionism shows itself in weird forms. Like, she shows off her climaxing form to an ever-growing audience almost every night. I don\u2019t know whether or not the allure is fading (if you have your favorite food every day, it stops being a rare treat) but it was obvious that this, me pointing a camera at her throbbing snatch, had sparked something inside of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat was fun<\/em>,\u201d she said. \u201cThanks so much for shooting that for me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo problem.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley hadn\u2019t even hesitated at the idea of me holding the camera. Why would she? I\u2019d seen her cum dozens of times – on-camera, off-camera. Watching each other cum was just something we did now; no big deal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Amazing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so she\u2019d freely allowed me to film her getting off, not even blinking an eye as I moved the camera in for a closeup of her pulsating pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No big deal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I uploaded the video to her computer and watched her watch it. She was transfixed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I guess she\u2019d never watched herself back before. Like I said, recording stuff from the cam sites is a bit of a hassle. It can be done, but we\u2019d never bothered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She\u2019d<\/em> never bothered. I had about a hundred hours on my hard-drive, just in case I ever screwed up and lost access to my sister\u2019s work. To her mind. Even if the shows stopped, even if she stopped letting me watch her get off, I wanted to have something to remember the good times by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley smiled at the sight of herself smiling on-camera. She leaned in slightly as the hitachi made its way between her legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She bit her lip at the close-up of her clit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then, when it was done, she turned to me with an earnest look on her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat did you think?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I smiled, and launched into feedback.<\/p>\n\n\n\n ###<\/p>\n\n\n\n It took five or six takes before I was \u2018happy\u2019 with the video.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d expected us to do it over the course of a few days, but\u2026fuck. My sister, it turns out, is a machine. As soon as I said \u201caction\u201d, it was like she hadn\u2019t cum for a week. At my instruction, she was pleading with the camera, begging the audience to let her cum. When I nodded, she became coquettish, flirting with the webcam as she began to strip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And when she pulled out her toy and got to work, it never took her more than ten minutes to get off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even on the last take. She\u2019d been cumming for hours at that point, but she still managed to hit her peak to exactly hit the suggested timing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d call \u2018cut\u2019, we\u2019d watch the tape, she\u2019d blush and squirm and smile at the sight of her own writhing body, and then turn to me for feedback.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I finally signed off on the last video, she looked like she wanted to burst with excitement. She threw herself at me, and gave me a naked, sweaty hug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I hugged her back, carefully angling myself so that she wouldn\u2019t notice my erection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even if I never got any further with Ashley, even if this was it\u2026god. The memory of her bare tits, pressed against my shirt; my hands, gently holding her back\u2026the smell of her pussy filling the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was heavenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I considered telling her I needed to go to bed, or that I wanted to jerk off, but her excitement was contagious. Instead, I spent the next hour and a half setting everything up; finding the webhost the other camgirls use, uploading the video, updating her profile with the details.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By the time I was done, I was starting to hit a wall, but my sister was still thrumming with excitement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If I\u2019d offered to shoot another video, I had no doubt that she would have enthusiastically agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, I went into my room and slept, too tired to even jerk off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n ###<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley awoke me in the morning, a huge grin on her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGuess the number,\u201d she said. I\u2019m guessing our parents weren\u2019t home, because she was completely naked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Waking up to the sight of Ashley\u2019s bare tits was something I was getting used to. I loved my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThree point one four,\u201d I mumbled, not sure what she was talking about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo,\u201d she laughed. \u201cThe video.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My forehead crinkled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSales?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow have you had any sales? You haven\u2019t done a show since\u2026-\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI was too wired to sleep, so I got up and did a show for a few hours. Guess the number!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSix.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSixty-five,\u201d she said, and I sat up in surprise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah,\u201d she laughed. \u201cI priced it at 500 credits, like you suggested\u2026that\u2019s almost a thousand bucks!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The cam sites take a portion of every credit. I don\u2019t remember the exact split, but Ashley certainly does.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s insane,\u201d I said, rubbing my eyes. Ashley bounced with joy, causing other parts of her to bounce as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I moved my hands away from my face and enjoyed the show.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThanks so much,\u201d she said, her eyes suddenly filling with sincerity. \u201cSeriously, Jacob – I really appreciate all the help you\u2019ve given me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHappy to,\u201d I said casually. \u201cI know how important this is to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah,\u201d she said, a faraway look in her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For a moment, my heart almost stopped. Crap.<\/em> Why had I reminded her how important this was to her? From there, it was a short path to questioning<\/em> why it was so important, and why her brother was involved, and then she might go exploring, find the filing cabinets, go through hers, recognize my hand-writing\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before my train of thought could turn into a full-blown filing cabinet, she continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJacob\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah, sis?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I totally failed at sounding casual, but I don\u2019t think Ashley even noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m thinking\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019ve done so much for me, I don\u2019t even want to ask.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister took a deep breath, and put her hand on my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWill you help me make some more videos? I know it\u2019s a little weird, but you\u2019re so good<\/em> at it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mentally breathing a sigh of relief, I nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course,\u201d I replied, doing a much better job of sounding chill. \u201cNot a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGreat,\u201d she said. \u201cThanks so much!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A smile spread over my face as I watched her bare ass skip out of my room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This was going even better than I\u2019d hoped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n ###<\/p>\n\n\n\n Over the next few weeks, I helped my sister make almost two dozen more masturbation videos. Hitachi vids, bath vids, some where she got off using only her hands, even one or two where she squirted. We talked about doing one in a public park (an idea which Ashley was very<\/em> excited by) but eventually abandoned the idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I told my sister it was because I didn\u2019t want to risk her getting in trouble. That was definitely part of it, but just as importantly: if something did<\/em> go wrong, I didn\u2019t want it to come out that her brother was her director.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The videos did well – even better than I was expecting, to be honest. On one level, it was kind of nice, knowing that I wasn\u2019t a total<\/em> freak – my sister really was impossibly desirable. Yeah, it was still messed up that I was attracted to my own sister, but it wasn\u2019t entirely<\/em> my fault.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She really was superhumanly attractive. Some kind of sex goddess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With each video, I got more and more picky. The first few took less than ten takes before I was \u2018satisfied\u2019, but as we kept going, I kept demanding more and more reshoots. The last masturbation video took almost fifty attempts before I signed off on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ashley never once complained, no matter how far I pushed it. She knew how important it was to get everything right; she completely believed that I was doing it all for her<\/em>, for her success. She\u2019d get herself off again and again, following my every instruction. If I told her to grab her nipple, she\u2019d grab her nipple. If I told her to act like a tiger\u2026she was immediately one-hundred percent tiger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was such a turn-on, having my flushed, sweaty, orgasming sister obeying my every command. In order to avoid my voice from being on the video, we\u2019d worked out some silent commands: when I shook my head, she\u2019d slow down whatever she was doing. When I tilted my head to the side, she\u2019d perform louder and more enthusiastically.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And when I tilted my head down and stared intensely at her, my sister would cum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We only ever used these signals when we were filming, of course, but man it was tempting to test them out somewhere else. Yeah, I can\u2019t imagine my sister would just abruptly orgasm in public, but isn\u2019t that how Pavlovian training works? She\u2019d cum literally hundreds of times at my tilted head command\u2026I was so curious to know if it would at least turn her on if used elsewhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn\u2019t do it, of course. Fun though the idea was, everything was going so well – there was no<\/em> chance I was going to take any kind of risk with it all now. Especially not such a stupid risk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After the first dozen videos, Ashley presented me with a dilemma:<\/p>\n\n\n\n She offered me a cut of the profits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On one hand, I knew how hard that was for her. I\u2019d made money such a high priority for her – I knew it must be killing<\/em> her to offer me part of it, even the (almost insultingly) low percentage she\u2019d offered. If I accepted, she might decide that she\u2019d be better off just making them by herself. Sure, they might not be as polished, but she\u2019d get to keep one hundred percent of the earnings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But if I rejected it, I risked her wondering why I was helping her. Like, these videos took serious hours to put together – why would a brother do this and<\/em> turn down the money? My motives wouldn\u2019t really stand up to a whole lot of questioning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the end, I passed on the money, and told her that she\u2019d \u2018owe me\u2019 a favor. With a look of relief, Ashley agreed – \u2018anything\u2019, she told me. Anything I wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Little did she know, it wouldn\u2019t be long before she gave me everything<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n If I\u2019m being honest, what happened next was a fluke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had a plan for how to progress\u2026but before I could do anything about it, our internet dropped out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ever since I was a teenager, I\u2019ve always been in charge of dealing with our ISP. When I was younger, it was something I was so proud of; I\u2019m sure my parents could have dealt with it, but it made me feel important, grown-up. I\u2019d happily spend hours on hold, doing whatever needed to be done to get the internet back up and running.<\/p>\n\n\n\n These days, it was a bit of a chore, but I didn\u2019t mind doing it. As we\u2019d gone from dial-up to DSL to Cable, my parents had stopped keeping up with the changes, so I was fairly sure I was the only person in the house who Chapter 2:<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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