I never planned to film it. One night my sister Jess came into my room after our parents went to bed, already half-drunk on the wine she stole from the fridge. She was 22, I was 24, both of us living back home to save money. She climbed onto my bed without asking and said, "I saw the way you looked at me in the pool today. Just do it already."
I had my phone in my hand. She noticed and smirked. "Record it. Make one of those real amateur incest sex videos and stories people jerk off to." Her words were blunt. My cock got hard instantly.
She pulled her tank top off. No bra. Her tits were full, nipples already stiff. I hit record and set the phone on the nightstand. Jess yanked my shorts down and wrapped her hand around my dick, stroking it slow and tight. "Fuck, you're bigger than I thought," she muttered, then leaned in and sucked the head into her mouth. No teasing. She took half of it on the first go, gagging a little but not stopping. Spit ran down my shaft while she bobbed, eyes watering, looking straight at the camera.
I grabbed her hair and pushed deeper. She moaned around me, the vibration making my balls tighten. After a minute she pulled off, wiped her mouth, and said, "My turn." She stripped the rest of the way, spread her legs, and showed me her shaved pussy already wet. I went down on her, tongue straight on her clit, two fingers shoved inside. She tasted clean and a little salty. Jess bucked against my face, cursing under her breath. "Eat your sister's cunt. Fuck, that's it."
When she was dripping down my chin I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and shoved my cock in from behind. No condom. She was tight and hot, gripping me on every thrust. The phone caught every slap of skin, every wet sound. Jess pushed back, meeting me stroke for stroke. "Harder. Fuck me like you mean it." I slammed into her, one hand on her shoulder, the other reaching under to rub her clit. She came first, cunt pulsing around my dick, moaning loud enough I had to clamp a hand over her mouth.
I didn't pull out. I kept pounding until I unloaded deep inside her, filling her up while she whimpered into the pillow. When I finally eased out, cum leaked down her thigh. She reached back, scooped some on her fingers, and licked them clean for the camera. "Send me the file," she said, already pulling her clothes back on. "We can make more."
We did. Over the next few weeks we recorded everything. Morning quickies in the shower, her riding me reverse cowgirl on the couch while our parents were at work, her on her knees in the garage sucking me off while I held the phone low. She got off on the risk, whispering filthy shit like "Imagine if Mom walked in right now and saw her son balls-deep in his sister." I came harder every time.
One afternoon she had me film her from below while she sat on my face, grinding her pussy on my tongue until she squirted. Another night she bent over the kitchen counter in nothing but an apron and let me fuck her ass for the first time, the lens catching the way her hole stretched around my cock. We watched the videos together afterward, her hand in my lap stroking me while we replayed the best parts. She kept saying how hot it was that it was real, not some fake studio shit.
We never posted them anywhere. They stayed on our phones, private. But the stories she told me while we fucked made it feel like we were living inside one of those amateur incest clips people search for at night. Jess would describe exactly what we were doing in crude detail, narrating for the camera even when it wasn't rolling. "Watch me take my brother's load again. Look how much he pumps into me." It made both of us come faster.
Eventually she moved out for a job across the state. We still text. Sometimes she sends a new clip she filmed with her phone on a tripod in her apartment, telling me to add it to the collection. I watch them alone, jerking off to the sight of my sister spreading her legs and saying my name while she fingers herself or uses a toy. The videos keep coming. So do the stories. And every time I hit play, it still feels just as raw and wrong and fucking perfect as the first one.
