The Girl On The Video - S01 E04

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The Girl On The Video - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

I managed another hour or so of sleep before the alarm went off.

Thursday at work went uneventfully. Megan was busy, and we had no interaction except pure business. We were still working remotely because of the power cut and related damage, so we didn't have any face-to-face time.

I had just wrapped up for the day and was considering what I would do that evening when my phone rang with a video call from my sister.

"Hi Jesse," I answered. "What's up?"

"Hi Bryce. I was wondering, do you want to come by for dinner? We haven't just talked in awhile, or seen each other face to face. You're my brother and the only living relative I'm close to so we should see each other in the flesh at least occasionally. I've got fixings for fajitas. You down with that?"

"Sounds good."

I pulled on a polo and a pair of khaki shorts and was over her place by about 6:00. Jesse met me at the door in a short flowered sundress and we hugged. She looked really cute.

The fajitas were good and we chatted through dinner and a half a bottle of wine. After eating we wandered out onto her balcony with the rest of the wine. We sat down on a porch swing. The evening was cool and a gentle breeze was coming through the air. We sat in silence for awhile staring out across the city.

The words that Megan had said about my sister and having things to work out had been churning in my brain all day. I knew she was right, my sister and most definitely had things to work out.

I was working up the courage to broach the topic a topic we hadn't discussed in years when she spoke first

"I talked to Megan today," she said.

"Yeah?" I said.

"She told me you too had fucked."

"Ditto," I said, taking a sip of my wine "You're not jealous, are you?" she asked.

"No, not at all," I replied, looking at her. "You?"

Jesse shook her head. "She also said..." she started, then paused.

I finished her statement for her. "She said she wouldn't know how she felt about either of us until we sorted things out between us, right?" asked.

My sister nodded.

"Is that why you asked me over tonight?" I asked. "So we could sort things out?"

She nodded again, nervously.

"I'm glad you did," I said. "Last night was thinking about that night, the night we were caught."

"I think about that night a lot," she said.

"So do I. always wondered what our lives would've been like if that hadn't happened."

That night in question happened shortly before the shoplifting episode when I was sixteen and Jesse was seventeen. We had been at the neighborhood swimming hole with some friends and had come back late. We'd had some beers so we were a little tipsy.

We snuck inside without our mother hearing us, and made for her bedroom, where we intended to say good night then I would go to my room. Our aunt, who was visiting from out of town, was asleep in the guest room.

As we stood in my sister's room, feeling silly and giggling, I went to hug her good night, but somehow changed my mind mid-stream and kissed her instead. She giggled and asked me what was doing.

I had suddenly gotten nervous and self conscious, so pulled back. But now that Jesse was turned on, she wasn't taking no for an answer. We started undressing and one thing led to another. But suddenly, the next thing I knew, our aunt Brenda was standing in our room staring at us as we grabbed at our clothes and pulled them on hurriedly.

Busted.

Thankfully Brenda never told, though she would later exact an even heavier price but that story was for another night.

"Never happened?" Jesse asked. "Do you mean if we didn't make out or if we didn't get caught?"

"Didn't get caught," I said. There was a long pause before either of spoke again.

"Who do you think Megan loves more?" Jesse asked.

"She's your friend," said.

"That's not what I asked."

"I don't know. I just know she said she wouldn't know until we sorted out whatever was between us. I actually think she would love it if all three of us were a thing."

"Do you love me?" Jesse asked.

"You're my sister," I said. "Of course I love you."

"Not like that," she said, turning towards me and leaning her shoulder against mine. "I mean, that night we were caught, did you love me? Do you love me now?"

"I don't know, so much has happened since that night. I think I loved you then. I might love you now. I just don't know," I said, with a sigh.

"Megan is right, we need to sort this out," Jesse said.

She turned even further so the side of her chest was pressing against my arm. She wasn't lithe like Megan, she was curvier, though not fat by any stretch, she just had a bigger chest and wider hips. And her larger chest was now pressed against my arm, Her skin was soft and I realized she had no bra on underneath. I could feel her hard nipple underneath the fabric,

Something stirred inside me. Something I hadn't considered since that night so long ago. Something that had been stuffed by juvie and by halfway houses and by getting the butt end of life for one tiny mistake.

I turned to her. The sun was setting and the breeze ruffled her dark hair. My sister looked gorgeous.

Inside my shorts my cock began to stir.

My sister spoke up. Your relationships are going nowhere, my relationships are going nowhere, and Megan is suddenly in the middle of all this trying to decide her feelings for both of us. It's fucked up and it's probably not going to get unfucked until we sort ourselves out."

"What if we decide we want each other and tell Megan she's out of luck?" I said.

"She's a big girl, she'll get through it," Jesse said. She put her hand on my thigh a few inches from my growing erection. "But more importantly, really just think she wants us to be happy regardless whether or not she is in the picture"

The strap on her sundress had slipped off her shoulder and was almost to her elbow. The front of the dress had slipped down and one of her breasts was dangerously close to freedom. She ran her hand up my leg to the cuff of my shorts, then slipped her fingers into the leg of my shorts until they encountered the tip of my stiffening cock.

I leaned down and kissed my sister on the lips. She pressed back firmly. We disengaged, then re-engaged with more gusto, our lips parting, our tongues intertwining.

I realized this was the moment had secretly craved ever since that night we were caught.

She smelled of lilac perfume, and her fragrance mixed with my aftershave, creating a heady aroma. I ran my fingers through her long dark hair and then down to her dress. I pulled her breast clear of the fabric and softly brushed it with my fingertips, teasing the nipple and gently caressing the underside. Her long nipple was already hard. I disengaged my lips from hers and leaned down, running my tongue over the aureole. I could feel the nipple hardening under my touch.

Suddenly Jesse pushed my head away and stood up, retreating inside. I followed her in.

"Are you okay?" I asked as she stood in the center of the living room, head in hands.

"I'm just...not sure all of a sudden," she said, pulling the strap of her dress up to cover herself.

"I understand, it's a lot to process." I said. "Maybe Megan is right. Maybe we should see a therapist before we take the big leap."

"The problem with that is that any therapist would probably tell us outright that what we are thinking about doing is wrong. I need a more balanced viewpoint."

"There's always Megan," I said, half-jokingly.

"Right, and on the other side of the coin there's Megan."

There was a long,

uncomfortable silence, then Jesse shook her head and came to me, wrapped her arms around me, and laid her head on my shoulder.

"Jeez, Bryce, what the fuck are we going to do."

The smell of her perfume and the conditioner in her hair, the feel of her body pressed against mine, her breasts against my chest with Just two thin layers of fabric between us. I hugged her to me and feit my erection growing again. Underneath her dress I could feel her nipples harden.

She looked at me and we gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment. Then our lips met.

Then Jesse's phone rang.

"Fuck," she said and disengaged, reaching for the phone on the coffee table

"Speak of the devil," she said, hitting the answer button. Megan's face popped up on the phone's screen. "Hi Megan."

"Hi Jesse, oh hi Bryce. You guys hanging out? I didn't interrupt anything did I?" she asked. I looked closely at the picture on the screen. Megan was calling us from the bathtub, bubbles piled high around her.

"Um," Jesse said, looking at me, then at the phone. "We were just working on sorting out some things, you know, like you said we needed to."

"That's awesome," Megan said. "I can leave you two alone. was just dropping in to say hi."

"Wait," Jesse said. "Don't go yet. We're kind of, well, stuck"

"Stuck? Do you want some help?" she said.

Jesse and looked at each other, I shrugged.

"Yeah." I said finally. "We could use some help."

"Yeah," I said finally. "We could use some help.

"I'm not a therapist," Megan said. "But might be able to help. I'll be right over."

The phone went dead.

"You know what this means, right?" Jesse asked.

"It means we are opening ourselves up to that three-way relationship. I answered.

"Right," she said. "I think I'm okay with that."

"Me too."

We sat down on the couch, side-by-side, holding hands. We both wanted each other, but we were holding back

"We need to tell Megan the whole story," said.

Jesse nodded.

We didn't say another word until Megan knocked on the apartment door a half hour later.

She was wearing a white spaghetti tank, nothing underneath, and a set of light colored tights, also nothing underneath. Her blonde hair was still damp and pulled back in a pony tail She dropped a bottle of wine on the table next to the one we had been working on and poured all of us fresh glasses, then sat down across from us in the living room.

"You two look beautiful together," she said, looking at us. "You make a cute couple. So what's the problem?"

"There's some history you need to know about," I said,

"So tell me."

Jesse started before I could continue. "A couple of months before the shoplifting incident, when I was seventeen and Bryce was sixteen, we were caught getting ready to have sex."

"Really, how far along on the 'getting ready scale were you?" Megan asked.

"We were at the I'm hard as a rock and hovering outside her pussy' point." I said.

"Wow," Megan said. "That's pretty far along. What happened?"

"Our aunt Brenda was visiting at the time," Jesse said, picking up the story. "She's a few years younger than our mom. She heard us and came into the room didn't even knock. We were totally busted."

"Did she tell?"

"No, she didn't..." Jesse trailed off, so I jumped in.

"She threatened to tell our mother," said. "She lorded that over us, told us our mother would hate us if she told, used that secret as a bargaining tool to get us to do whatever she wanted. Our mother was always distant, we didn't want anything to hurt her, so we complied. Until one night. Brenda came to us and said there was some jewelry she really wanted but she didn't have the money for. She said she had cased the store and knew where the keys were kept. She said she could provide a distraction. Said it would be easy"

"Oh, fuck," I heard Megan say. "The video they used to convict you showed a girl there. She was wearing a cut off hoody and sunglasses. Everyone assumed it was Jesse but couldn't prove it."

"Actually, it was my aunt Brenda. I wanted to turn her in, but knew if I did she would tell my mom about what happened between Jesse and I. So kept my mouth shut, and I paid the price."

"So it was a no-win for you. Your mother would have pushed you away either way."

"Right, but Jesse managed to keep at least the thread of a relationship with her, and I didn't want to destroy that."

"So Brenda got off scott free, you did hard time, and your mom thought that you were a criminal and was hurt."

"In so many words."

"Jesus, this is pretty fucked up," Megan said. "Where's Brenda now? Where's your mom?"

"Our mom inherited several hotels around the city, so she has a little empire that she lives off of She lives in an apartment in one of the hotels, She's in her late forties and is a bit of a cougar, always chasing after the young men. She talks to Jesse maybe once a month or so. Brenda, well, she's, um, interesting..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Brenda is about five years younger than my mother, and she's a model," I said.

Jesse interrupted. "Model is a really nice word for it. She does erotic modeling and she's a camgirl, has her own website and an OnlyFans. She has a pretty popular cam show."

"Wow, you come from a pretty fucked up family," Megan said. "You should think about that therapy thing. And you should think about coming clean to your mom and take legal action against your aunt"

"Maybe, someday..." Jesse said. "But right here right now, all that is why Bryce and I are having...trouble."

"Understood. So you thought maybe mommy Megan could maybe help ease you back to that point where you were so rudely Interrupted so many years ago."

"Yes," I said.

Megan got up and pulled off her top, letting her small but perfect breasts come free. She moved the coffee table out of the way and stood in front of Jesse. I leaned in her direction but she held out a hand.

"You just watch for a few," she said, smiling, running her hands down her perky little tits that were now hard as bullets. "Relax and do to yourself whatever comes naturally."

She leaned down and kissed my sister on the lips. Their mouths locked their eyes closed. Jesse's hands found Megan's body as Megan pulled the straps of Jesse's dress all the way down, tugging the fabric free from my sister's large, soft breasts. Megan caressed Jesse's breasts, running her fingers softly over them, teasing the underside.

Their lips disengaged and Jesse lowered her mouth to my sister's tits, pulling her brown nipples between her lips, and running her tongue over the aureoles. She continued the motion, taking her tongue down into the valley between Jesse's breasts and up onto the other one, sucking and licking at that nipple.

Jesse's head was laid back and she had one hand on Megan's chest and another between her own legs, caressing her slit underneath her dress she had hiked up. I realized for the first time that Jesse hadn't been wearing underwear.