A Career Choice

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Charles had an ear-to-ear smile on his face as he copied all of the session's files to his computer, then to his private server in the cloud, then finally burned onto a DVD which he carefully labeled and put into the storage cabinet next to his desk after first unlocking the three locks that secured it, adding the DVD to the growing collection filling one of the shelves.

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"Great dinner, mom," Charles said as he pushed back from the table, stuffed. "Just what I needed."

"Working hard, Charles?" Amy asked.

"Working more, mom," Charles replied. "I've only got so many free hours after working on my project and I've been picking up some jobs lately."

"You don't say," Reginald said.

"Yeah, portfolios, home videos of special events, things like that," Charles explained, seeing Sheri suppress a smile out of the corner of his eye. "I'll be able to afford to pay my own rent soon if this keeps up."

"That's great, Charles," Reginald said. "We've always had faith in your ability. We're going to be the last ones to be surprised when you finally succeed."

"If it weren't for the two of you, I'd never be where I am now," Charles said.

"Well, we're your parents," Amy said, though Charles and Reginald noticed the slight coloring of her cheeks.

"In fact, I need to get going," Charles said. "See you later."

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"Reginald, I'm worried about Sheri," Amy said when they were in bed later that evening.

"Why?" Reginald asked, turning onto his side to face his wife, filling his hands with her breasts, automatically finding her large, hard nipples between his fingers.

"She's growing up, spending a lot more time with her brother," Amy explained.

"Both of which I'd think you were pleased with," Reginald said, parting her peignoir and leaning forward to suckle one of her hard nipples.

"Yes, of course, I am," Amy sighed, cradling her husband's head against her breast. "But I never stop worrying about her...finding out about..."

"Now you're being silly," Reginald said, rolling on top of her and slithering down her body, resting her legs over his shoulders as he lowered his face to her pussy, inhaling her long pussy lips, tasting the juices that were dripping from them before gluing his mouth to her and drinking at her fountain, delighting in her groan of pleasure when she'd arch her hips when he took her huge, fat clit into his mouth and sucked on it, four fingers sluicing in and out of her pussy, feeling it spasm in orgasm as she came.

"She could only ever find out if she were told," Reginald said many long minutes later when he crawled back up Amy's limp body, his cock unerringly finding her spread pussy, sliding between her butterfly-like spread pussy lips into her velvety wetness as her legs rose to wrap around his waist. "I'm not going to tell her," he said as he began to fuck her. "You're not going to tell her," he added, feeling her pussy spasm on his cock as he continued to fuck her. "And he definitely won't tell her. He might be the most trustworthy person on the planet."

"I know," Amy sighed, consciously squeezing her husband's cock with her pussy as it filled her. "I just can't stop worrying about the effect it might have on her, would have on her."

"You need to give her more credit," Reginald said, pushing up onto his knees and taking Amy's ankles in his hands, looking down to watch his cock as it slid in and out of her pussy, her long pussy lips clinging to the shaft of his cock as her big fat clit rubbed along the length each time it slid past, in and out. "We had no choice but to trust him, but it worked out okay. He's as normal as ever. She's cut from the same cloth."

"Oh, I hope you're right," Amy said, reaching for him as she felt his cock pulsing deep in her pussy as he came.

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"So, how did your gig go last night?" Sheri asked her brother at breakfast the next morning.

"Good, really good," Charles replied.

"This is the..." Reginald fished.

"Home video for a special anniversary," Charles filled in.

"That doesn't sound too demanding," Amy observed.

"It's not, but it's challenging and a lot of fun trying to capture all of the action, the emotions, when everyone is having so much fun," Charles explained. "Getting just the right moment is key."

"Well, I'm sure you did a fine job," Reginald said, getting to his feet to follow Amy who had left with color rising to her cheeks.

"Oh, god, Reginald!" Amy gasped when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "I can still hear him saying that, the right moment is key. I have to change. My panties are soaked."

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"You okay?" Sheri asked when she arrived at her brother's studio the next afternoon at 3:00, seeing his flushed face, his forehead sweaty.

"Class ran late," Charles explained, reaching for a towel that was draped over the back of a chair. "I had to rush to get here."

"You want to cancel today?" Sheri asked, biting her bottom lip.

"No, no," Charles replied, reaching into the refrigerator for a couple of beers. "Just give me a minute," he said draining half of the beer after handing one to Sheri.

"I almost came to your room last night," she said.

"Oh?" Charles said, draining his beer.

"I was so horny," Sheri admitted. "I couldn't stop thinking of yesterday. It really turned me on."

"And have you, uh, done anything about that?" Charles asked.

"Other than play with myself, no," Sheri replied, shaking her head.

"You've got friends," Charles said. "Clearly you're not shy. Why can't you just snap your fingers and have some friend appear and take care of things?"

"Because the friends I have that could help me out would tell everyone," Sheri said.

"Well, maybe the cameras will help," Charles suggested with a smile.

"Only if they've got cocks," Sheri replied with a laugh. "So, what should we do?"

"Same as yesterday, just more," Charles replied. "Why don't you get on the bed to undress, then warm yourself up," he suggested as he reached for a camera.

"I love it when you watch me undress," Sheri said as she lay on the bed pulling her shorts off, having avoided the obvious wet spot, spreading her legs for her brother to see as he stood over her with a camera to his eye.

Charles moved around his sister taking pictures while she played with herself, his cock achingly hard in his shorts.

"Can I suck your cock now?" she asked after an hour of playing with herself. "That'll really warm me up."

"Good, because then I'm going to eat your pussy," he informed her, pleased to see her eyes light up with excitement.

Dropping his shorts to the floor, Charles climbed onto the bed and lay on his back, his rock-hard cock pointing at the ceiling as his sister knelt between his legs licking her lips, one hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock as he watched her through his camera.

Sheri was literally salivating as she looked at her brother's cock, inhaling it, almost choking when she tried for too much, her eyes flying open when she realized that she was definitely tasting pussy on her brother's cock and a flavor that was totally new to her.

"That's it, channel your nasty," Charles encouraged her as he felt her going crazy on his cock with her mouth.

It didn't take too long before Charles was blowing his load into his sister's eagerly sucking mouth, trying desperately to hold the camera steady enough to get sharp photos as she slurped at the end of his cock, her sharp tongue pressing into the slit as she sought out any last vestiges of cum, her blue eyes looking right into the camera, her eyes alive and her mouth formed into a smile.

"God, I love the way you suck cock," Charles breathed as he lay back trying to recover from the intensity of his orgasm.

"And I love sucking your cock," Sheri sighed, sucking one last time on the head of his cock. "Even when it tastes like it just came out of someone else's pussy."

"Ah, uh, uh, look, Sheri, I'm really sorry," Charles tried to apologize.

"Do you really fuck so many different women?" she asked.

"Well, some," Charles admitted.

"Yesterday was the same, wasn't it?" she asked. "That's why the sheets felt wet."

"Yes," Charles admitted.

"Yesterday sort of annoyed me," Sheri said. "Today just surprised me, then I realized that it tasted good and that I didn't care. I love the taste of myself on a guy's cock."

"You were channeling your nasty," Charles said.

"I think so," Sheri agreed.

"Well, I think I'm going to channel mine now," Charles said, rolling over and pushing his sister onto her back, lifting her legs onto his shoulders and staring at her pussy, her long lips butterflied wide open, everything glistening wetly with her juices.

"Fuck, yes!" Sheri cried out as her brother glued his mouth to her sopping pussy.

"No guy has ever made me cum eating my pussy the way you do," Sheri breathed fifteen minutes later as they lay catching their breath.

"Nobody loves eating pussy as much as I do," Charles said.

"Really? Eating pussy is your thing? More than fucking?" Sheri asked.

"It's close, but if I get a choice of one or the other, not both, I think I'd choose eating the pussy every time," Charles replied. "Especially yours. God, what a pussy you have, Sheri. Delicious beyond words and I just love sucking and chewing on those incredible pussy lips of yours. You're like a non-stop juice factory."

"Well, you sure know how to get on a girl's good side, don't you?" Sheri said, laughing. "Are we going to do more today?"

"No, not today," Charles replied. "I want you to be a bit frustrated, your fuse lit so that you totally explode for the camera."

"Does that mean I can't sneak into your room tonight and suck your cock or fuck you?" she asked.

"God, life is just not fair sometimes," Charles rued.

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Charles stared at the cum-filled and -covered pussy in front of him, the longest pussy he had ever seen from clit to rosebud with longer pussy lips, all of which was now covered with his own cum. Groaning as he felt his cock enveloped in a hot mouth, the nose pressing against his belly as his cock filled her throat, Charles leaned down and buried his face in her pussy, slurping at the cum cocktail that he found there, not stopping until there was no more and was drinking her thick, syrupy nectar as it flowed freely and clean from her hole.

"You're wonderful, as usual," she said as Charles rolled off of her onto his back. "And so talented," she added as she reversed herself, her long black hair cascading around their heads as she lowered her mouth to his, kissing him, her preternaturally long tongue tickling his tonsils as she sucked the breath from him.

"You're doing a portfolio for your sister," she said, a statement, not a question. "What kind of a portfolio?" she asked as she lifted a rock-hard nipple to his mouth.

"Maximum," Charles replied as he bit down on her nipple, hearing her gasp in delight, knowing that she'd understand.

"I want to be included," she said. "Let me know when you're ready."

"Yes, ma'am," Charles replied, still awed by this woman.

"And have that black friend of yours here next time," she said as she gently disengaged herself from him and got up from the bed. "I think I'll be needing two cocks."

"I'll make sure that he's here," Charles agreed.

"You've been just wonderful, Charles," she said as she finished dressing, "as always. You don't mind our arrangement, no desire to change it in any way?"

"No, definitely no," Charles replied immediately, his cock throbbing in front of him.

"So sweet," she said, leaning over to kiss him one last time, a long, sensuous kiss, slipping him a fat manila envelope as she broke the kiss. "The video streaming is working perfectly. Please keep me informed as to when there will be something for me to watch. Including your sister now. Your sister! Are you..."

"Yes," Charles replied, smirking at the look of delight on her face as she turned to leave.

When she left, Charles shook his head, checking the envelope to see that it was full of $100 bills, $20,000 worth of them in total if it was like the others, then gathered the footage from all of the cameras onto his computer, up to the cloud, and finally onto a DVD disc which he carefully labeled before putting it into the security cabinet with all the others with the date and the name, Celia Adkins, placing the envelope on a shelf with the other 25 just like it before closing it and making sure that all 3 locks were secure.

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"God, I have just been on pins and needles waiting for this," Sheri said when she burst into the studio the next day.

"Then let's get started," Charles said, gesturing into the studio.

"What are we going to do today?" Sheri asked. "More of the same?"

"Maybe we'll change it up a bit," Charles replied.

"Like how?" Sheri asked. "Can I suck your cock to start, though? Please?"

"I was going to fuck you today," Charles informed her.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Sheri crowed, clapping her hands.

"So, you can suck me to get me ready to fuck you, then I'll let you suck me off when I cum," Charles offered.

"Oh, yes!" Sheri laughed. "I can't believe I'm so excited because my brother's going to fuck me. How nasty is that!"

Sheri bounded onto the bed, quickly shedding her clothes, laying back and spreading her legs.

"Yeah, let's try it like this," Charles agreed when he saw her sprawled there.

Undressing, Charles' cock was leading the way as he knelt above his sister's head, his cock sticking out over her face, just touching her nose. If she extended her tongue to its maximum, which she did, Sheri could just touch his cock. Reaching forward, Charles grabbed her legs, pulling them up until he could hook her ankles beneath his arms, which resulted in her neck tilting just enough that his cock was now pointed straight down at her mouth and her pussy was spread open in front of him.

"Mmm," Sheri gurgled as she inhaled her brother's cock as he lowered it into her mouth. "God, that tastes like me!" she gasped.

"You're just anticipating," Charles assured her, lowering his cock back into her mouth as he leaned forward at the same time to drag his tongue through her pussy lips.

He could feel her react, felt her resist choking when the head of his cock slipped into her throat as his tongue delved deep into her gooey hole, slurping up her juices as Sheri recovered and recommenced sucking his cock. After just a couple of minutes, Charles raised his hips, removing his cock from his sister's mouth, sliding around so that he was kneeling before her spread pussy, her legs still sitting on his shoulders.

Sheri pushed up onto her elbows to watch as her brother fed his cock into her pussy, moaning with delight as it filled her. She began to vibrate when he reached down and began to work her big fat clit with his thumb, triggering a cascade of orgasms.

Charles could feel his sister's pussy reacting to his thumb on her clit as she spasmed on his cock, squeezing it as it plowed her furrow over and over again, her long pussy lips clinging to the shaft of his cock each time. As Charles felt his orgasm approaching, he changed positions, moving back around above Sheri's head, never dislodging his cock from her pussy, but pulling her over so that his cock entering her pussy was just over her face.

"Ahhhhh," Charles cried out as his balls pulled up into his body and cum shot from his cock into his sister's pussy, once, twice, three times before he pulled it out and directed the rest of his cum onto her pussy, from which it dripped down onto Sheri's face and her outstretched tongue.

Kneeling down, Charles fed his cock, still oozing cum, into his sister's mouth while he leaned over and glued his mouth to her cum-filled and -covered pussy, noisily slurping up the cum cocktail that they had together created, not stopping until he realized that he was drinking her pure nectar.

Gently untangling and letting her down, Charles sprawled above her, spent for the moment.

"You eat pussy like a Jedi master and you can really fuck," Sheri sighed.

"With you as inspiration, anybody would be a Jedi master," Charles told her.

"I can't believe you eat my pussy when it's full of cum," Sheri sighed. "That's about the coolest thing you could do."

"Like I said, you've got a pussy to die for," Charles told her. "I'd never turn down the chance to eat it, full of cum or not."

"But you don't mind the cum?" Sheri asked.

"No," Charles replied simply.

"Have you always been like that, eating your own cum after you masturbated or something?" Sheri asked. "I mean, you're not gay."

"No, I'm definitely not gay," Charles laughed. "I'm too addicted to pussy. It started when someone that had just sucked my cock wanted to kiss me," he explained, seeing that very first time with Celia Adkins in his mind. "Every time I saw her, she wanted to suck my cock first and last, always kissing me after. Then she started doing it with her mouth still full of cum. Then she wanted me to eat her after I'd cum in her, cum on her."

"Why did you do it if you didn't like it?" Sheri asked.

"It's not so much that I didn't like it or anything, it's just that there's nothing I wouldn't do to be able to eat her pussy, fuck her," Charles explained, deliberately looking directly into one of the cameras. "Once I got used to it, well, it's just no big deal. If there's cum, fine; if there's no cum, fine. It's all good."

"I think I prefer everything with cum," Sheri said, then laughed.

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The next couple of days went by in a blur for Charles, enjoying a 69 with his sister both before and after fucking her as he continued to build her portfolio each afternoon. He plodded along with his project, seemingly stuck as to how to proceed. His new client had approved the latest video and scheduled another.

Sheri felt like her life was some sort of a fantasy, waiting all day and night for the time when she could go fuck her brother, dreaming about his cock, in her mouth spurting cum, filling her pussy. She was like a person possessed. The fact that the taste of pussy on his cock was different day to day fascinated her, finally provoking her into finding out more.

Sitting at a table just inside a cafe about 100m down the road from her brother's studio, 2 hours before she was supposed to be there, Sheri nursed a latte while reading her Kindle, appropriately enough, the story Fanny Hill, a Victorian-era novel about a girl who became a prostitute, the whole while keeping an eye on the entrance to her brother's studio.

Wait, wait, Sheri gasped about half an hour later as a couple that she recognized stopped at the door to her brother's studio, which opened for them, Charles' head sticking out to quickly look both ways as they entered. What on earth are Deacon Brown and his wife doing at Charles' studio? she wondered.

There was no doubt about who they were. Angie Brown was a flaming redhead, her hair a halo of cascading curls surrounding her head like a cloud. Her green eyes were famous for their intense emerald color. Her husband, Deacon Brown, was a couple of inches shorter than her with a bit of a spare tire around the middle. He was known as a fierce orator from the pulpit, big on the fire and brimstone kind of stuff.

What on earth are Deacon Brown and his wife doing at Charles' studio? she wondered once again, deciding to wait and see how long they stayed.