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My Sister, The Porn Star (Pt 1)

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It all started when my grandpa passed away, so my sister, and me had to go help grandma get rid of her old things. #CP

It was weird, because we used to live there, when we’re little. Then, we moved, so mom’s parents moved into the old trailer to save money. Then, grandpa got sick, and eventually died, but he was sick for a long long time.

Grandma said she couldn’t bear to look at his things, because they made her sad, and miss him even more, but she was in a wheelchair, and needed help getting into bed. So then, the nurse finished helping her, and did the dishes, then she left.

That just left me, and Jodie in the office, which used to be our old room, back when it was our house. I started unfolding boxes to put papers in, while Jody opened up the drawers, and file cabinet, to stack them up.

There was a lot, from working for years, and years. So, once we got the first box filled up, I taped it, and Jody wiped hair off of her neck. She said “It’s hot, you feel that?” Her hair was sweaty, so it stuck to her neck and shoulders. Then, when I started unfolding another box, she went over to the vent in the floor, and opened it up.

Now, I could hear the air conditioner running in the rest of the house, but she waved her hands over the vent. I finished taping the bottom of the box, and then, Jody just pulled out the vent, and said “There’s something stuck down there.”

“Ooh, like a time capsule, or buried treasure?” Of course, it was pretty boring, just unfolding boxes, and setting them up. So, I was interested in the mystery, but then she pulled out a box with Keds on the side. It was grey, and just big enough for her to stick her hands in the sides to pull it out.

“Huh!” The cool air came out with it, so she just sat there with it blowing on her face. Holding the box on her lap, I went back to flip the big box over, and she got up, to put the shoe box in the bottom. Then, she went back to the file cabinet, to get more folders out, and I got curious, so I opened up the box.

It had magazines in it, old dirty magazines, like Hustler Presents: Barely Legal, and a little plastic box, with a crack around the middle, and a hinge at the back. “Hhihihn!” Jody looked back, “Looks like we found grandpa’s old stash.”

“Don’t open that,” she came and took the magazine away, to put it back in the box. So, I picked up the little one, and flipped it over, to read [Polaroid] and [SX-70] So, when I pushed the long skinny metal button on the side, it popped open, and an eye piece flipped up on the top.

“Say cheeze!” I tried the button, but “Nothing happened.”

“Here, let me see that.” She took it, and checked. “It’s out of film, and the batteries are dead.” Opened it up, “They don’t make film for it any more.”

“Huh!” That gave me a chance to open up the Keds box again, and pull all the magazines out, so I could see the pictures in the bottom. “Stay out of that!” She grabbed the box, and took it away, so I took a magazine back, and sat in the big leather office chair. “You’re not old enough to look at that.”

“What, naked girls? I see naked girls all the time. Hihihn! Look at her hair.” I showed her a girl, but she had clothes on, because she just started taking them off, but she had old 80s hair.

“Huh!” She rolled her eyes, and blushed, but she said, “Well, just don’t get any ideas, that they’re good role models, or that’s any way to act, but I guess we can take a break,” and it was starting to cool off in the office, with the vent wide open. She kicked the lid over it, and stepped on it so it sank down, while I flipped through the magazine, but naked ladies.

Big deal, I’m a girl, so seeing girls undress is only really a big deal for boys, really. We’re not supposed to take our clothes off in front of them, and if any try to look in the windows when we’re changing, we have to call the cops, but there was this one.

He had the hots for Jody, because she’s a teenager, and he snuck into our yard to try, and look in her window while he was changing, but our next door neighbor caught him with his pants down, and called the cops, but you know what he was doing. With his pants down, looking in on Jody in her underwear.

The same kinds of things they do looking at pictures of naked ladies, taking there clothes off, in old dirty magazines, or on there phones. “Hihihn! This one’s got a toy penis, look!” I showed her, “She put it in her mouth.” With her legs spread wide open, and her hand feeling her leg, right next to it.

“Huh, yeah. That’s called a dildo.”

I laughed, and shook my head, “No, it’s called a blow job, and I bet you 5 bucks she’s gonna stick it in on the next page.” I flipped it over, “See?” Well, she just pointed it, but you know where it was going. So, I guess I’d lose that bet, if she took me up on it, but what do I need the $5.00 for, and where am I going to get the money now? Maybe Grandma will give us some money for helping out around the house.

“No, I mean the toy.”

“I know what a dildo is, silly.” I rolled my eyes.

“Well, where did you hear about dildos, and blowjobs from?” She asked next.

“My friends? And don’t try to change the subject, I’m not going to find pictures of you, in the bottom of that box over there.”

“Don’t you change the subject.” she kept her voice down. “What friends have you been talking about dildos, and blow jobs with?”

“Huh!” I figured I’d find out where she hid it later, but I told her about this one time, we all slept over at a friends house, and she got out her mom’s toy box. It was a smaller box, then that old shoe box, because she only had 2 little toys. “A dildo, and a little egg, with a vibrator in it, and a chord, and a box with buttons, and batteries for the vibrator. So, we had to take turns, and her big sister showed us how to give head on the dildo, so we passed that around, and took turns buzzing our panties with the little egg.”

“Huh!” She was blushing all over now, even though the air conditioner worked, and I was getting hot, and starting to tingle too. Remembering how the vibrator felt in my panties, and trying to get the dildo in my mouth, but that was too big.

“Okay, now your turn. Are those your pictures in the bottom of the box?” I guessed, even though the one on top was just the tops of her legs, and the bottom of her panties, it was kind of suspicious how she went right for the vent, as if she knew why it was so hot in there, and how to take the metal cover off, to pull the box out, because she put it there.

“Oh, come on. It’s not like I never saw you in your underwear, or naked, and even playing with yourself.”

“Sh! Keep your voice down.” She turned around, and opened up the box, then she picked a picture out, and gave it to me. “Here, you satisfied?”

I shrugged, but sure enough, she was in her undies, and a training bra. With her legs crossed, like she had to pee, and her hand over her crotch. “Huh!” I was really starting to tingle, and not just in my underwear, but deeper inside too. “Who took these?” She looked up at the camera, and she didn’t look happy. In the picture I mean. “Grandpa?” I guessed.

“No, of course not.” She took it, and threw it back in the box. “And when did you spy on me, playing with myself?”

“I wasn’t spying, I didn’t know what you’re doing in there, but it’s my room too, and you had your eyes closed. So, I just closed the door, and left you alone to finish up.”

“Oh, well. Thanks for being discreet.”

“You’re welcome, now your turn. Who took those pictures, because they don’t look like selfies.” I could see both her hands in it, so somebody had to be holding the camera, and somebody tall, too. Unless he had a box to stand on, or a step ladder.

“Huh! I had a boyfriend, okay? I don’t remember where you ran off to, but I had the house to myself, and he came over to play fashion model, and take pictures of me posing. That’s all.”

“In your underwear?”

“Well, I came back to change into another outfit, but I left the door unlocked. So, he came in, and surprised me, but he took the picture before I could stop him.” She must’ve seen that I could tell she was lying on my face. “What?”

“It wasn’t just that one picture, I saw the other one on top, with your legs wide open to show off your crotch.”

“Huh!” She turned away, “So,” and played with the camera, folding it back up. “I guess I let him talk me into letting him take some more pictures.”

“In your underwear?” She nodded. “And naked?”

“Huh, yeah.”

“So, he molested you.”

“No, he never even touched me, really.”

“What do you mean, did he touch you, or not?” The tingles where getting a lot stronger, just talking about it.

“Well, of course he touched me, but not the way you’re thinking. We’re friends.”

“You said boyfriend.”

“Well, he was a boy, and my friend.”

“And you let him take pictures of you in your training bra, and wait a minute.” I just realized, “What were you doing over here in your training bra to begin with?”

“Huh, I wore training bras back then.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t even get any to wear before we moved to the new house, remember?” I got up, and went to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“The scene of the crime.” I felt like, well. Veronica Mars, I guess. Down the hall, to the bathroom, I opened it up, and pointed. “See?”

“What?”

“It’s the same bathroom, but that’s grandma’s bathmat, and toilet seat cover.” To match. “Mom, and dad don’t use fuzzy toilet seat covers, and they put the bathmat over the side of the tub to dry.” It wasn’t the same set, but I saw the same old wall paper, and a little crescent shape one around the bottom of the toilet, just like the ones grandma uses.

“Huh, okay. Come on.” She looked in on grandma, who was still sleeping, and shut her door.

“Where we going?”

“Someplace we can talk.” She took the box though, and packed it up, then we went out to the fence. “Uh, there used to be a way to get back.” She pulled up on the fence, and looked over it. “And an empty lot, but they must’ve developed it.”

I giggled at the unintentional joke, about development. “Well,” she had to give me the box to get up on the fence, so I sat down, and got out the camera on top. “We can talk here.” I guessed, but there was an old pack of polaroid film, she found in the office when she was packing up. So, I tore open the crinkly silver wrapper. “How do you open this?”

She shut the lid on the box, but took the camera, and showed me how to open it. “Huh, you’re right.” She finally said, without me even asking. Like for instance why she didn’t have any pictures of this boy friend of her’s, even though she was playing the model. That would make him the photographer, and I just figured that was the excuse she’d make, because I know my sister. So, I just skipped it.

“Huh,” she took another deep breath. “He wasn’t my boyfriend, it was grand daddy.” She didn’t look like she was going to cry again. Like she did in the picture, she just took another deep breath, and I could tell that she really wanted to tell me, so I just waited. “We came over to visit, and you ran off to play with the little girls in the neighborhood. So grand daddy.”

She crossed her legs, and stuck them out. So, she could hold them together on the ground. I just nodded, and waited for her to go on.

“He started, telling me how much I’ve grown, and he made a joke about needing bras soon. So, I told him that I was already wearing a training bra, and he wanted to see it, but.” She closed her eyes, and shook her head, like hypnosis. She even started talking like she was in a trance, low, and even, without any emotion. Just like she was talking about nothing at all.

“So then, he got out the camera.” We played hypnotist before, so I played the hypnotist.

She nodded. “Huh, he said, I could be a model, but it’s not just about being pretty.” Her voice changed, trying to sound like him. “You have to know how to walk, and how to pose.” Unquote.

“So, he got out some of grandma’s catalogs, and.” She shrugged, and looked up at me. Broken out of the trance, I just nodded back. “The polaroid. To take pictures. Then, he got to the underwear section, and I don’t know how he talked me into taking my clothes off. I didn’t want to, but he insisted, I guess.”

“That’s why you looked like you’re about to cry, in the pictures.”

“Huh, yes.” She looked down, blushing, but ashamed, instead of, you know. Flushed, and hot? I could tell the difference, because I’m a girl, and she’s my sister, so I know what her face means without her even telling me. We’re that close.

“Did he get an erection?”

“No, I don’t know, I didn’t check. He kept his pants on, though.”

“Yeah, but he also kept the photos, in with his nudie mags, so you know what he did, looking at them when nobody else was around.”

She swallowed, and nodded, but I think that’s when I noticed that she wasn’t just ashamed any more. She was starting to flush, all over, and rub her legs together, slowly.

“Hihin! I bet it was wrinkled, and grey. He had grey hair on his head, so I bet he had grey hair on his balls, too.”

“Huh, well. You know how boys are.” meaning, well. Grandpa, he kept barely legal nudie mags, so he had a type, like most boys do. He liked them young, even younger then the girls looked, in the nudie mags, because they had to be over 18.

I shook my head, “Just Jeremy.” Our little brother, that’s the whole reason why we moved out of the little trailer, and into the house. It was a 3 bedroom, so mom could have a nursery for Jeremy, and now it’s the boy’s room, but Grandma, and Grandpa. You know what? She called him grandaddy. Just then, she stopped calling him grandaddy. Well, a couplefew years ago, after she got her first training bras, so she must’ve grown up a lot. After that.

“So,” I felt the long skinny metal button, and popped out the camera. “We got film in this, and batteries now. So, you want to play fashion show?”

“No,” she took the camera away, and shut it.

“Huh, it’s okay. You can be the photographer, and I can be the model.” I got up. “I’m wearing training bras now, so if anybody ever found that box of old photos, we could say that we took them. Playing dressup, and fashion show, so they don’t think it’s child porn.”

“Jennifer!”

“What? That’s what it is, you know that’s exactly what it is, and you can get in trouble for even having them.” I stuck my hand up under my hair, and looked down to get my feet just right. Holding my hair up, in both hands, and my hips out, so my back twisted. “How do I look?”

“Okay,” she held the camera up, and smiled under it. “Say cheese.”

I just smiled back, until she snapped the photo. Then, we sat back down, to see how it looked, when it developed…

If you catch my drift.

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