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Chapter 01 – Deception

It had been nice, great even, having the place myself for the past year but the day my sister was to move in with me had arrived. Mom and Dad had set me up in a nice two bedroom apartment near the college campus after I had finished high school under the provision that Kara would move in with me when she graduated a year later. I had really grown used to living alone and wasn’t looking forward to having to deal with permanent company, even if it was my sister.

Kara and I had been somewhat close as kids but had drifted apart when we entered high school as we pursued seperate interests and hung with different friends. Well, at least she had a group of friends. I mostly was a loner. I guess I never developed the gift of small talk and found most social situations to be awkward. I often thought back to how easily I could talk with Kara when we were younger and yet I had so much trouble talking with everyone else. Perhaps our built-in relationship as siblings automatically advanced us to conversations beyond the casual.

But there was another factor at work too. As my sister emerged through puberty I found myself strongly attracted to her. She developed an amazing figure on her petite frame and her take-charge yet flirtatious attitude was intoxicating. My inability to talk to girls carried over in a big way to my sister once she became desirable to me. She became yet another unattainable girl, although for entirely different reasons.

None of the other girls at school struck my fancy as much as my sister did. Kara was very social, had lots of friends, was a vicious flirt and had a date every weekend it seemed. I felt jealous of the guys she went out with and wondered what grand treasures she bestowed to her dates.

I channeled my energy into working out and developed a good build that attracted compliments from many girls. I went out with a few of them and even had sex a couple of times but my awkwardness and my deep secret of lusting after my sister kept anything serious from developing. Oddly, there was a period where I felt more content staying at home and masturbating to lurid thoughts of Kara than actually going out and having real sex with someone I cared nothing about.

When I moved out for college, I was glad to be on my own but deep down I missed having Kara’s energetic personality around. Now, a year later, so much had changed in my life, so much had happened, that I knew I would have to be very careful around her in regards to my job. Heaven help me if she or anyone else in the family ever found out what I had been doing over the past year.

My secret life began a few months after I had started college. Although my parents payed rent on the apartment, they insisted that I get a job to cover any personal expenses. Due to my social awkwardness I had always had trouble working in retail or as a waiter. I was browsing the classifieds and discovered an ad hiring male models for an art class. I considered myself to be in good shape and figured it was worth a shot.

The director of the art class offered me a job on the spot, saying that my physique was perfect. I wasn’t completely shocked when I was told the job would require me to pose nude but I did pause for a moment. In the end, even though the pay wasn’t great, it would be enough to get by for a while and I agreed to pose twice a week. During the first few sessions I drew the attention of several of the girl students who flirted with me after class. With my sister not around constantly as a personal distraction, I tried to take advantage of the situation but never managed anything more than a couple of one-night stands.

Several weeks in, the class instructor asked me to pose with a partner. I assumed I was being asked to work with another guy but was pleasantly surprised when I found out it would be with a girl. During the session, the two of us posed together sitting on a bench, nude, while leaning in toward each other as if we were about to kiss. I stared into the girls eyes for over an hour and couldn’t help but notice how much she reminded me of my sister, Kara. My dick swelled due to the close proximity of an attractive, naked girl, but somehow I managed to keep from becoming fully erect.

After the class, the girl introduced herself as Mia and asked if I had ever done any modeling in front of a camera. When I told her that I hadn’t, she insisted that I call her to set up a meeting with her agent. Even though she never came out and said it outright, I put two and two together and figured she was talking about something far more explicit and erotic than the art class. In the end, I agreed, for no other reason than I was drawn to her.

A few days later, I meet Mia at her agent’s office where she said she wanted to work with me on her next shoot. The agent was reluctant to deal with an untested amateur of such a young age but he consented only after Mia insisted and made threats. The next day, I found myself on a porn set for a series of illegal bahis hardcore still photos. At first I was thrilled with the prospect of having sex with Mia but I soon discovered just how demanding and odd performing in front of a camera could be. Not only was I forced to maintain an erection the entire time as Mia and I went through a series of uncomfortable positions but I had to fuck her for over an hour straight without cumming.

When it was all over, everyone seemed happy with my performance and I was offered a job to join a shoot for a video next week. I was slightly disappointed when, after our shoot, Mia had little to do with me. Now that we had worked together, she moved on to other conquests. On the bright side, however, I did find a dysfunctional comfort in the prospect of having guaranteed sex with a random attractive girl on another shoot.

One job led to another and by the end of the spring semester I had done dozens of shoots with dozens of different women. Although the pay for male performers wasn’t that great compared to the girls, the money was a lot more than I had been making in the art class.

For the time being, at least, the job was perfect for me. I got to interact and have sex with gorgeous women without having to worry about my social awkwardness. I just had to stay in shape, show up, have sex, and cum on cue. In time, sexual thoughts of my sister slowly faded as I lived out a hedonistic lifestyle.

I was sure that I could keep my job hidden from Kara when she moved in. I had been telling my parents that I was working as a waiter at a high profile restaurant and decided to stick with that story as cover.

I took some time off and told my agency I wouldn’t be available for the first week that my sister would be here. I wanted to be brotherly and show her around campus as she got settled in. However, I still very much recalled several years of her being my ultimate fantasy and I hoped that having her move in wouldn’t cause me to relapse.

When Kara arrived she was just as gorgeous as ever. She hugged me when she came in and I couldn’t help but think how nice she felt. She hadn’t changed and was just as cute as I feared she would be. I had had sex with over thirty different girls in the past year, most of them incredibly beautiful in one way or another, but I instantly found myself longing for my sister. I felt guilty for my twisted desires.

“You look different,” Kara told me after we had brought in her boxes and bags.

“We’ll, I have been working out more,” I told her.

She looked me up and down. “No…” She said. “It’s not that. You’ve always been fit. You just seem more… confident, or something.”

I shrugged. I didn’t know what she was talking about. As far as I knew I was still the same old dorky guy. Only now I was a guy who got paid to be a porn stud.

“I like it,” she said. “It’s good to see you coming out of your shell. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No,” I replied. “I stay pretty busy.”

“Don’t tell me that you sit around the house wallowing in your virginity,” she said in a teasing voice.

If she only knew, I thought. There was a time when that comment might have stung, but now I secretly found it funny. “Who said I’m a virgin?”

“I’m pretty sure you never made it with anyone back in high school or I would have heard about it,” she said confidently.

“I’ve been on a few dates here and there,” I came back.

“It’s no big deal,” she said, shrugging with a friendly smile. “I just worry about you sometimes.”

“I’m fine,” I replied. “Now lets get you unpacked.”

Later that evening, I took her out to a nice restaurant followed by a walk around campus. We hadn’t seen much of each other since I had started college and we were both going through the obligatory phase of getting to know each other again.

“You must be doing pretty well with your job,” she said as we walked.

My heart skipped a beat. What was she talking about? Did she know?

She saw the confusion on my face and added, “If you can afford to foot the bill at a restaurant like that, then you must be making good tips.”

“Oh…” Whew. “Um, yeah. Tips are good.” I wanted to change the subject away from my work so I asked, “Are you going to get a job?”

“Already have one,” she said quickly.

“You do? Where?”

“It’s a law firm a short drive from here. I’ve be doing some research for legal cases. The hours are very flexible. I got everything set up over the summer. I’ve got to go in tomorrow and get started.

At least I didn’t have to worry about her finances on top of my own, I thought.

The next few days were mostly uneventful. Kara was gone from the apartment most of the time due to her job and we only ran into each other in the evenings. I did discover an unanticipated treat to having her around in this setting, however. Without our parents living in the same house, Kara was a lot more carefree with the way she dressed when she casino siteleri was just lounging about. She would usually just wear only an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her panties. More than once, I was given an unintended flash of her white cotton covered crotch or rear. Also, since there was only one bathroom, she usually walked backed to her bedroom with only a towel loosely wrapped around her after a shower.

The only problem was that I hadn’t worked in several days and my sexual appetite was beginning to miss its regular feedings. Having Kara prance around in skimpy clothes wasn’t helping. By the end of the week, I was feeling desperate and called to see if any work was available on short notice. I was in luck. My agent told me of a project one of the larger studios was producing and needed extra male performers for a series of scenes that was filming this weekend. I instantly agreed and took down the information.

I was worried about telling Kara that I would be busy on Saturday but it ended up not being a problem. It turned out that she was going to in to work as well and wasn’t bothered by me not being around.

On Saturday, I arrived at the location, which was a very posh mansion the studio had rented out for the weekend. There were dozens of people hurriedly milling about inside and out. I had never been involved in a shoot this large before and was amazed at the apparent chaos. Each of the main rooms were decorated with pumpkins and skeletons and I assumed we were making a Halloween themed film to be rushed into release before the end of October.

I was directed to one of the large rooms where I was to be assigned a wardrobe. Once there, I was given a black robe and a mask that closely resembled one I had seen in several scary movies. When I stripped out of my clothes and began to put on the robe, the guy handing out the costumes stopped me and asked me stand up straight. I looked at him funny but obliged him.

He looked at the muscles on my upper body and then picked up his phone. “I think we found our Frankenstein,” he said to whoever was on the other end.

Before I knew what was happening, I was whisked away by an assistant to meet the director who immediately agreed with the costume guys’s assessment and sent me to the make-up room. As a guy, I had never had deal with make-up on a typical shoot more than the occasional covering of a small blemish. But here I was, now seated in a chair while three women began applying a number of rubber prosthetics to my face, head, and neck.

I recognized one of the ladies who was frequently on sets at other shoots I had been on although I didn’t know her name. I sat as patiently as I could while the make-up artists spent over an hour doing their job, glueing on attachments and painting my face and neck green. When they were done, I was dressed in simple black trousers with a rope belt and an extra large green shirt.

I looked in the mirror and thought it didn’t look half bad. It was hard to believe it was me under the all of the special effects. They had transformed me into the classic Frankenstein’s monster. It wasn’t good enough for a Hollywood mainstream movie but it certainly looked passable for a decent quality porn film.

I didn’t get to admire myself for long. An assistant came and asked if ‘Frank’ was ready.

“Fire bad!” I groaned, turning to face him.

“Haha, very funny,” he said, not amused at all. “You’re up. The set is waiting.”

While I followed him down the hall, I asked him, “Who am I working with, today?”

“Kristi May,” he told me.

“Is she new? I haven’t heard of her?”

“Pretty much. She just started about a month ago. I’d kill to be in your shoes, buddy. She’s smoking hot.”

“Fire bad,” I groaned again, and this time he did laugh.

“Lucky break for you, though,” the assistant explained. “The guy who was supposed to be Frank broke his leg this morning while horsing around by the pool. We’d already shot the party scene footage last night and we thought it would be quicker just to get a replacement for the main scene rather than refilm everything. Under the make-up it’ll be impossible to notice we switched actors.”

That seemed like a typical porn production thing to do. Got to keep the costs down. Plot holes, continuity, and story were seldom of much importance.

We arrived at the set which was in a room that looked like a regal office. There were shelves of books, cabinets and a sturdy hardwood desk. I looked around for ‘Kristi’ but didn’t see anyone who looked like a female performer in the room yet.

The director saw me and after a studying the make-up, seemed happy with the results. “Hey, Frank. Looking good.”

I wanted to tell them to stop calling me Frank and use my real name, John, or rather my real ‘stage name,’ Jon Jon, but held my tongue to not rock the boat.

“I know you’re filling in at the last minute, so here is the set up,” the director said. “We aren’t working with poker siteleri a script so just wing the dialog. Pretend it’s Halloween and a huge party is going on out in the ballroom. Kristi is dressed as Catwoman and will be coming through the door, looking for the bathroom. The two of you exchange some sexy, flirty talk and then fuck on the desk. I want her to go oral on you but I don’t want you to mess up your make-up so after that I want to go straight to missionary on the desk. We’ll change positions a couple of times as we go. At the end, we can set up for her to swallow the pop shot. Got it.”

I gave him a thumbs up and took a seat at the desk. While I waited, I thought to myself, what typical porno BS. If she is looking for the bathroom, then why does she stop and suddenly have sex? Doesn’t she need to go pee? Why is Frankenstein’s monster just sitting at a desk in an office in the middle of the party? They never bothered to answer simple questions like that. I found it funny that I was even thinking about the plot nit-picks.

Several minutes passed before someone stepped in and said that Kristi was outside and ready. The director called everybody into place and after a burst of last minute shuffling from the crew, he shouted, “Roll and go!”

The room was quiet when the door swung open. A girl dressed as Catwoman stepped in and looked around. Her figure was amazing. The black Lycra of her costume hugged her shape and forced me take notice of everything important about her body, from her chest to her hips to her legs. Even though her face was still partially covered my her mask, I was stunned by her physical beauty. She had my favorite body type – petite, firm stomach, nicely rounded ass, proportionate breasts that were large but not too large for her frame, light brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. I felt my cock begin to swell just at the site of this girl.

I suppose I should have noticed her voice when she first spoke but I didn’t. I was suddenly too worked up and looking forward to what was to come.

“I’m sorry,” Kristi/Catwoman said. “I was looking for the bathroom.”

I figured a gruff, true Frankenstein voice would be too over the top for even a porno, but I did lower my voice and change my speaking pattern slightly to make my tone more in character. “No problem,” I replied. I decided to at least improvise a reason for ‘Frank’ to be in here so I ad-libbed. “I was just trying to find a quiet place away from the party for a while.”

Kristi stepped fully through the door and closed it behind her. “It is loud out there, isn’t it?”

“Couldn’t hear myself think,” I replied.

She slouched back against the door and glanced around the room. I stood from my seat and moved to beside the desk. Kristi turned and looked at me. “Your costume suits you. You have a nice build for it.”

“I could say likewise. You look… sexy dressed as a cat,” I told her.

Her eyes fixed on something on the desk and she walked to stand in front of it. She exaggerated her hip sway as she crossed the room. It was her excuse to close the distance between us and get closer. She picked up a paperweight from the desktop, turned it over in her hands, then set it back down. “Selena,” she said.

“Pardon?” I had been distracted by her sexy walk. I didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Selena,” she said turning to look at me. “The name is Selena.”

“Oh,” I said. “Call me… Frank.” There was something about her… Something familiar… Was it the voice? Her eyes? I was suddenly positive I had seen her before. It wasn’t totally unheard of for a girl to change her stage name, perhaps I had worked with Kristi before after all. I was certain I seen and talked to this girl before but I couldn’t put the pieces together.

“Hi, Frank,” she said and smiled. “This mask is hot. You mind if it I break character and take it off for a while?” She was already reaching for the top of her head cover before I could respond.

“Absolutely,” I said as she bent forward and slid the mask over her head and flopped her hair around. “I’d offer to take mine off too, but it took hours to get this make-up on.”

She raised back up and was throwing her hair back into place. “Not a problem. I kind of like it anyway,” she said turning to me, exposing her face to me for the first time.

I had to put a hand on the desk to balance myself. I was standing directly in front of my sister, Kara. Kristi was Kara. My fucking sister was on a porn set going by the name of Kristi May!

My mind filled with a whirlpool of thoughts and questions. Why was Kara doing porn? Did she know I did porn, too? How long had she been doing this? And… holy crap, oh shit… we are about to have sex and she doesn’t know it’s me! Does she know its me? Of course, she doesn’t. Oh fuck. We are about to fuck!

A first, I was terrified. The past several years of longing for this moment were washed away in fear of the actual prospect. I had secreted lusted after my sister, I had masturbated while thinking about her, I had even pictured her while having sex with other women. She was my go-to fuel for sexual arousal. But I never imagined that it would really happen. The societal negative aspects of incest had been implanted in my brain.

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