The afternoon’s sex with Sally had left me still aroused and excited, and I was looking forward to a little play with myself before dinner, but unfortunately when I got back to the room Matt was already back from his walk, so I decided I’d better leave that until afterwards
That evening, when we went down to dinner, we saw Sally sitting by herself in the lounge with an orange juice.
“Where’s your mum, Sally?” I asked.
“You’re not going to believe this, but she’s not going to be back tonight,” said Sally with a big grin. “She phoned about an hour ago, and said she’d drunk so much wine with her friend Charlotte that she’s not in a fit state to drive back! So she’s going to stay over tonight, and hopefully she’ll have sobered up enough by tomorrow morning to drive back here.”
My parents seemed to find this incredibly funny, and didn’t seem half as concerned at this disregard for Sally’s welfare as they probably should have.
“Why don’t you join us for dinner?” said my Mum. “If you want to, that is.”
“Aw, thanks, I’d love to,” said Sally. So my Mum went and sorted everything out with the dining room staff, and by the time we were ready to eat they’d somehow managed to squeeze another place-setting onto our table without Sally having to sit on anyone’s knee. My Dad and Matt told us about their walk, and I said that Sally and I had bumped into each other on the beach (without going into any details of what we’d got up to, obviously).
After dinner, I was debating whether to go for a short stroll along the cliffs to watch the sunset, or go upstairs and diddle myself for a bit, when Sally sidled up and grabbed me by the arm.
“Annie, can you come here a minute?” she asked.
I was a bit puzzled. What could she want? I hoped she didn’t want my advice about some personal problem. I wasn’t very good at that sort of thing.
“Matt and me, we’d like you to do something for us,” she said.
“Erm, you’d better tell me what it is first,” I said.
“We want you to film us having sex,” she said in a rush, blushing.
Now that I hadn’t expected.
“What – you want to make your own home porno movie?” I said, not sure whether to giggle or be shocked.
“Yes. I mean, we were going to just point Matt’s little camcorder at the bed and do it like that. But then I wondered if you’d do it: since you’ve already seen us, and all that.”
“Are you sure about this?” I said, deciding someone had to be sensible about the whole business and it was probably going to have to be me. “You’re going to have to be really careful how you look after it. I mean, you’re not planning to put it online or anything?”
“Oh God no,” said Sally. “You know, we’ve already taken some photos, but it would be really hot to make a movie, just for us, for when the holiday’s over.”
I must say, they weren’t hanging about. It took me ages before I agreed to let one of my boyfriends make a sex film of us, and I threatened to kill him if it ever got online. I still sometimes regret letting him persuade me to put some of my still photos on one of those “My Sexy Girlfriend” websites, and then seeing them spread all over the web like some kind of porno virus. Nor was I sure that making a home porno with someone you might not see again when the holiday’s over was such a good idea, but I reckoned I could make sure my brother kept his side of the bargain, and Sally would just have to be sensible.
“Whose idea was this?” I asked out of interest. Sally was a dirty girl, for sure, but this sounded like a Matt idea.
“Matt’s, I guess,” she confirmed. “But I thought of asking you to do the filming.”
Served me right for seducing her on the beach, I suppose, and I guess I should have been flattered that she trusted me enough to ask. And when you look at all the home pornos on the net, a lot of the genuine ones do seem to have someone else holding the camera. They’re often the best ones too; able to do close-ups and all that.
“Well, I guess if you’re going to do it, you might as well make a good job of it,” I said. “Ok, I’m up for it. When were you going to do this?”
“I thought we should do it tonight,” said Sally. “While my Mum’s away. Than we can use our room and know we’re not going to be disturbed.”
“You’re really sure she’s not going to change her mind and drive back in the middle of the night?” I worried. The “mother catching her daughter and boyfriend having sex” plotline might make for great porn, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be part of an unscripted version, especially if Abi decided not to get her kit off and join in, but got all angry about it instead.
“Not by the way she sounded on the phone,” giggled Sally. “She’s really strict about not drinking and driving, and she’d obviously had more than a few too many even then.”
“Ok,” I said. “Let’s do it. We’d better wait ‘til a bit later, in case my Mum and Dad wonder where we’ve gone. I’ll see you in your room at 11.”
Sally smiled gleefully.
“Ok,” she said. “I’ll go and tell Matt you’re up for it.”
“And make sure the camcorder’s charged up,” I said. “We don’t want the battery running flat at the crucial moment.”
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I extended my evening walk a bit to fill the time, so it was already 10:30 when I got back. I texted Matt to let him know I was on my way, and went straight up to Abi and Sally’s room. They were both lying on the double bed, cuddling and watching TV. Sally was wearing denim shorts and a white t-shirt under which I could see her bikini top. Matt had his swim shorts on, and a t-shirt as well.
“Are you still sure you want to go through with this?” I asked. “No cold feet or anything?”
“Hell no,” said Sally enthusiastically, “You don’t know how hard it was just waiting for you to get back.”
“Have you thought about what you’re going to do?” I asked, while I reminded myself of the camcorder controls. “Or are you just going to start off and see how it goes?”
Matt smiled. “We did talk a bit about it, and I guess we’ve got an idea.” He started to take his shirt off, but I stopped him.
“Hold on,” I said “You don’t want to start off naked. It’s much more sexy watching people strip each other off. Just start as you are, and take things off as you go. That’ll be really hot.”
Now that it came to it, neither of them seemed to quite know how to get started. Sally giggled.
“This feels weird,” she said.
“Just get on with it,” I said. “Pretend I’m not here. Start off by kissing or something. And try and make it sexy, but natural too.”
“Okay, Steven Spielberg,” said Sally. She held out her arms and draped them around Matt’s shoulders. Almost tentatively, he put his hands around her waist and began to kiss her. I focused on their two mouths clamped together, lips sliding backwards and forwards, tongues starting to get to work as they became more aroused. Sally nibbled gently at Matt’s lower lip, and he pulled her closer against his body.
As they kissed, Matt’s hands slipped up underneath the front of Sally’s t-shirt, pushing it up and revealing her tanned stomach. She had her arms around his neck, and I could see their tongues locked together. Already they seemed to have forgotten the camera was there, although just then Sally’s eyes flicked over to where I was standing, pointing the camera at their faces.
Sally took her arms from around Matt’s neck and raised them up, letting him pull her t-shirt up over her head. She was wearing the same little bikini top as earlier in the day, and memories flashed through my mind of taking it off earlier that afternoon, of taking her nipples in my mouth.
I had to force myself to concentrate as my brother kissed down Sally’s neck towards the tops of her breasts, barely contained by the cups of the bikini. He kissed over them, teasing with his tongue, and I watched as one hand slipped inside the left-hand cup, stroking at the breast inside. I zoomed in the camera as his hand pushed the cup off, revealing the soft firm mound of flesh with its pink little nipple, hard as a pebble. He moved his mouth over to it, his lips closing over the firm bud, and I heard Sally sigh with pleasure as he began to play with it with his lips: kissing, sucking, licking, gently biting.
It was so arousing watching them: I really wanted to touch myself, but I needed both hands to hold the camera steady. I could tell that my own nipples were tingling; aroused and wanting to be sucked.
Matt turned to her other breast, pushing the bikini cup off that one too. Sally reached behind her and pulled on the bow, letting the bikini top slide off. She held Matt’s head as he moved from one breast to the other; she was biting her lip and breathing heavily. She reached down and pulled his t-shirt off too. Both topless now, they kissed again, her bare tits pressed against his chest.
Still sitting on the bed, Sally reached for Matt’s shorts. I looked down, and could see the bulge of his cock inside them, already hard. Sally began to tug at the waistband, and he raised himself up to let her pull it down. He wasn’t wearing any briefs, and his erection sprang straight out, his purple knob-head already standing up cleanly. I smiled as I remembered watching his cum spurt out from it only the night before. I hoped he had plenty more left for tonight.
Matt sat down again and kicked his shorts right off. Now he was totally naked, although Sally still had her little shorts on. She knelt between his knees. His cock gave a little leap, and she reached out and took it in her hand. She looked over at the camera with a smile, and bent her head down. She was such a tease: instead of taking it in her mouth at once, she breathed on it gently, then just tickled it with her tongue. Matt groaned.
“Oh fuck, Sally,” he gasped.
Taking pity on him, she began to lick up and down his shaft, and I zoomed in the camera to focus on the trail of saliva she left on his now rock-hard length. Taking it in her hand, she licked round the shiny knob, and Matt breathed in sharply at the feel of her tongue tickling over it. She placed her lips round the tip and slowly lowered her head over it, taking it inch by inch into her mouth. As she paused for a moment, I could see her cheeks sucking in as she slurped on it like a hot lolly. She began to go up and down on his cock, fucking her mouth with it, and each time she went down she took it deeper into her throat. She looked straight at me as she finally took the final inch, her lips buried in his pubic hair. She couldn’t exactly smile, but her eyes were sparkling and alive.
