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SIS ON TAPE
By Bernard Sagon.
Copyright 1999 - all rights reserved.
(Part 1 of 4)
The day did not start out at all well. I was in my third
class - algebra - when the first signs of queasiness hit
me. It wasn't too bad at first. Just a mild discomfort in
my gut. I tried to push the feeling aside and concentrate
on the problem Miss Killey was illustrating on the
blackboard. Or more precisely, I tried to return my
attention to the sway of Miss Killey's tight little ass as
she wrote the correct formula on the board. She did have a
delightful ass. It was, in my opinion, her best feature.
Not that the rest of her was bad, either. She was just a
few years out of college - a rather tall willowy blonde
with moderate but firm tits, cornflower blue eyes, and long
legs. She was definitely a first or second mention whenever
the conversation in the locker room turned to "teachers
you'd like to do it with". I lusted after her constantly.
The first stomach cramp hit me about five minutes after the
queasiness. I knew then that I was in trouble. The bile
began to rise in my throat and I swallowed hard to force it
back down. Everyone knew there was a new strain of stomach
flu going through the school. Although over half of the
students had gotten it already, I had hoped that it would
die out before it got to me. It appeared that I was going
to have no such luck. I raised my hand.
"Miss Killey..."
She turned around and scanned the class, picking up my hand
waving.
"Yes, Kenneth. Can I help you?"
I felt the start of a second stomach cramp. "Can I go to
the nurse's office please. I think I'm going to be sick."
"Nothing serious, I hope" she said sympathetically.
"I think I'm getting stomach flu."
"Oh... " she responded, knowing what that meant. "I'll get
you a hall pass."
She was walking back to her desk when the third cramp hit
me. It was a major one. My stomach heaved and I lost it.
Vomit began rising in my throat. I clamped my mouth shut
and looked around in panic. The waste basket in the corner
caught my eye. I made a mad dash for it.
I almost made it. Vomit began spewing from the corners of
my mouth as I tried to stick my head in the waste can's
opening. Most of the resulting explosion was contained
within, except for a small trickle that ran down the outside
of the can. I proceeded to embarrass myself, puking my guts
out before the entire class. The smell was awful.
"Gross!" one of the girls said.
"Gross indeed... " I thought as my tortured stomach
clinched, trying to force me to overflow the container
before me. Fortunately, my stomach eventually emptied
itself, its former contents flooding the waste basket.
Unfortunately, the spasms didn't stop - I was now
suffering from dry heaves.
Yes, the day did not start out at all well.
*************************
Eventually the cramps died down enough for me make the trip
to the school nurse's office. Miss Killey gave me a hall
pass and a janitor was summoned to clean up the mess I had
left behind. I waited in the outer office of the high
school's health center, fighting off further attacks of the
dry heaves. Mrs. Collins, the health center secretary,
finally took notice of me.
"There's a drinking fountain in the hallway. You might want
to try drinking some water. You'll hurt less that way if
the contractions come back."
I thanked her and made a beeline for the fountain. I drank
slowly, not wanting to trigger another explosion but seeking
to get SOMETHING in my stomach to prevent the dry heaves if
I did get sick again.
When I returned, I found that Mrs. Collins had gotten up and
pulled something out of the metal cabinet next to the door.
She handed me about five paper objects.
"Here, you might need these" she said.
I look at the objects in question. They were plastic lined
bags, like the air sickness bags the airlines use. They
even had the same closures on the top. I carefully unfolded
one in case I had to use it.
It must have been a good twenty minutes before the nurse
called me in. It was a good thing I wasn't bleeding to
death. I would have been bled dry during the time they took
before seeing me. While I was with the nurse I was poked
and prodded, my temperature was taken, and although I had
driven to school that day and insisted I could get home fine
on my own, my mother was called at the County First Bank,
where she is a teller. Having received Mom's permission for
me to drive myself home, the nurse finally declared me sick
enough to be dismissed. I nearly threw up on her desk in
thanks.
*************************
I arrived back at my parents house only to find that there
was no room for me in the driveway. Blocking the left side
was a bright red Honda Accord that I was only too familiar
with. It was my older sister Amanda's car and had long been
a bone of contention between us. Dad had GIVEN it to her on
her eighteenth birthday. Of course it was used, but it had
only had twenty thousand miles on the odometer. But when it
became my turn to get a license I was told that it would be
MY responsibility to earn the money for a car. So my sister
got to travel in style at no cost while I ended up in a
shitbox ten year old Ford Escort. Life just wasn't fair.
The other vehicle was one I had never seen before. It was a
brand new Dodge Darango - an SUV, the yuppie vehicle of the
nineties. You know the type: automatic transmission,
leather seats, a music system that would out-shine Carnagie
Hall. You would be ashamed to refer to it as a truck. I
wondered who it might be that was keeping me from parking in
my own driveway.
I ended up having to park several houses down on the street.
Returning to the driveway I checked out the unfamiliar
Dodge. It was exactly as I had guessed. The closest that
thing ever got to off-road was probably the parking lot of
the local 7-11. But I did note one interesting little
detail. Just like on my sister's car, it had a sticker in
the lower left corner of the rear window. My sister's was
red on white and said "Alister College Dormitory Parking"
followed by a number. The one on the Dodge was light green
with black lettering and said "Alister College Reserved
Parking - FACULITY". Interesting. My sister must be
entertaining one of her teachers.
I entered the house quietly, not wanting to disturb my
sister and whoever her guest was. Amanda and I did not
always get along very well and I did not want to upset her,
particularly in front of a guest. I would never hear the
end of it. Still, I was a bit pissed myself. I was hardly
feeling well - the stomach cramps were still there in the
background - and had been forced to park on the street
because of her. She wasn't supposed to be here. She should
have been at her dorm.
I headed for my bedroom upstairs and was just negotiating
the landing when I heard the sounds. They were indistinct,
but I could tell they were coming from somewhere ahead of
me. I continued up the stairs slowly, listening carefully.
The sounds were coming from the right - from the direction
of my sister's room. I cautiously poked my head around the
corner. The sight that greeted me was a stunner.
My sister WAS entertaining a member of her college's faculty
- a male member. He was laying across the foot of Amanda's
bed , shirtless, with his trousers and underwear down around
his ankles. My sister was on her knees in front of him
wearing only a pair of white bikini panties, her full
breasts pressing against his thighs, her mouth encircling
the head of his erect penis. My sister was giving one of
her teachers a blowjob! That was why she was home now, in
the middle of the day. Both our parents would be at work
and I should have been at school. She must have thought
she would have the whole house to herself. She hadn't
even closed her bedroom door.
I watched in stunned silence for several seconds while her
head bobbed up and down, her lips caressing the cock
slipping in and out of her mouth. Finally I came to my
senses, realizing that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had
just been handed to me. I slipped back around the corner
and down the stairs, then headed directly for the closet in
my parent's room. I found what I wanted with no trouble at
all. Pulling the leather case down, I set it on the bed and
opened the cover. There in all its glory was an eight
millimeter video camcorder. My mother had thought it was
too expensive for us, but its purchase date had been just
before my sister's high school graduation and Dad had
indulged himself. I turned it on. A quick peak at the
battery indicator showed it had about 3/4 of a charge -
more than enough for what I needed. I popped the tape from
the camcorder out and, removing one of the unused tapes from
the case's front pocket, installed a new tape into the
system.
My sister was about to become a movie star!
I retraced my steps back to the upstairs hallway. Things
had progressed while I had been gone. The gentleman's shoes
had disappeared and his clothing was no longer around his
ankles. In fact, he was now as naked as a jay bird, and my
sister was just as unencumbered. They were both on the bed
now, with her on her knees, her thighs straddling his head
while her mouth once more encircled his cock. Her partner's
mouth was equally busy. He was eating her out, and from the
way Amanda was mashing her pussy against his face, she was
having the time of her life. I started the camera, holding
it as steady as I could while zooming in on the hot action.
My sister was taking in the whole length of his cock now,
deep throating him on each down-stroke of her head.
"Mmmmmm... " she moaned, her lips maintained tightly around
his cock.
Her partner broke for air, answering her moan. "Oh God,
Amanda! You do that so well. I don't know if I can last."
She lifted her head from his crotch. "Don't stop! Keep
eating me. I'm about to cum." Her mouth returned to his
penis.
"I'm there with you. Cum with me. Cum all over my face"
he gasped, then attacked her open cunt with a vengeance.
Her movements became jerky as the big "O" hit her. She
slammed her mouth down hard, encircling the base of his cock
as he joined her. And I was there with my camera, capturing
it all in living color. The camera saw everything - the
tremors that shook her body, the frantic thrust of his hips
as he unloaded in her mouth, his fingers digging into her
ass as he held on for dear life while sucking on her clit,
and finally the overflow of his cum from my sisters mouth
as she lifted her head to breath again.
"God, Amanda. That was wonderful. I feel like you sucked
me dry."
She rolled off of him, ending on the side of the bed away
from the bedroom door.
"Better than your wife?" she queried, licking a dribble of
cum from her lower lip.
"You must be kidding. She'll hardly even look at it, let
alone suck it."
"Too bad." my sister replied in sympathy. "You've got a
nice one. She doesn't know what she's missing."
I picked up on this exchange immediately. Well, well. My
sister was doing a married man. One of her professors no
less. This just kept getting better and better. I took the
time to examine the scene now that the action had died down.
The professor (that's how I thought of him) looked about
thirty-five, in good shape physically and with just the
slightest stomach fat showing. He had all his hair, and
showed a bit of gray around his temples - the type that
makes a man look distinguished, not old. I would have
judged him to be relatively handsome, not that I'm any kind
of expert on the subject. Still, I could see why my sister
would be attracted to him.
Looking at my naked sister, I had absolutely no doubt about
why he would be attracted to her. Amanda was hot! She was
tall - as tall as I am, five foot eleven. Large cushiony
breasts stood out from her chest, with prominent nipples
rising from silver dollar sized aureole and only the
slightest bit of sag (think of Christy Canyon in her prime).
Her hair was naturally blonde, with golden tresses falling
to her shoulders. Even her pubic hair, which I had never
seen before, was honey blonde. Her figure was to die for,
with a narrow waist and wide hips leading into long legs
that looked like they could wrap around you like a boa. She
had starred in several of my masturbation fantasies despite
the fact that she was my sister and that we could hardly be
said to even like each other. She was that good looking.
I kept the camera going, having zoomed back out during this
break in the action. I was hoping for an encore
performance. I was not to be disappointed.
My sister and her male friend began kissing each other. The
kisses were soft at first, but soon progressed to a more
insistent level. Amanda began lapping the professor's face,
licking where her juices had dried, obviously enjoying the
taste of herself on his lips and cheeks. Her hand circled
his penis while she gave his face a tongue bath, stroking
his cock softly as he began to stiffen in response. She
traveled downward with her wet kisses, moving down his neck
and across his chest where she tongued his small aureole and
nibbled lightly on his nipples. The professor became
noticeably more erect as she did this. The kisses then
continued south once more, across his stomach and into the
tangle of his pubic hair. Finally, her lips were traveling
over his cock and balls, her tongue caressing his stiffness.
But she didn't take the sensitive head of his cock into her
mouth. She had another orifice in mind for that.
Amanda rose to her knees facing the professor and, swinging
her leg over his hips, she straddled him as I zoomed the
camera in. Her hips rose as she reached down between her
legs and positioned his manhood at the entrance of her
vagina. Slowly, she slid down over his cock, engulfing him
within her warm wetness.
"Oh, I love your cock inside me" she sighed.
She started to move, rocking her pelvis as she started
rising and lowering herself on her lover. His hips began
moving in counterpoint to hers, thrusting upwards as she
lowered her pussy over his cock, withdrawing as she rose
from him. Soft liquid sounds came from their joined centers
as they thrust and counter-thrusted, their fever rising,
their movements becoming more and more abandoned.
The professor was kneading her tits now, rolling her
hardened nipples with his thumbs. He called out to her,
commanding her. "Oh, Jesus Baby!! Ride me hard. Fuck my
brains out!!"
Amanda responded by leaning back, placing her hands on his
knees as she increased the height of her bounces. "I'm
doing it, Lover. Cum in me. I want you to. Juice me
good."
The camera caught every subtle change. A pink flush spread
over Amanda's abdomen, across her swaying breasts and up to
her shoulders and neck. It was like a rash, a sign of her
arousal, a sexual blush at the wantonness of her passion.
The angle gave the camera a perfect view of her spread pussy
lips and erect clitoris. The professor's cock stroked in
and out of her vagina, until finally neither of them could
hold back any longer.
"OH FUCK!!! OH GOD!!! I"M CUMMING... MAKE ME CUM... SHOT
IN ME... I WANT IT NOW!!!"
The professor was right there with her. He pushed himself
into her as far as he could and stiffened, a tremor going
through his body. "Oh Baby, take it... Take it all...
Milk my cock!"
He repeated again, almost pulling out of her pussy and then
slamming back in and holding as another spray of cum entered
her dripping cunt. He fired a third shot, then a fourth.
Finally he relaxed, his softening penis slipping from
Amanda's overflowing cunt. Their mixed juices dribbled from
her still open pussy, dripping on his cock and balls. A
thin stream of cum ran down her inner thigh. I could see
every detail in the viewfinder as the evidence of their
illicit union pooled in his pubic hair.
Amanda finally ended up sitting on the professor's thighs
before leaning forward and collapsing onto his chest. I
performed a slow zoom-out until the camera's image was that
of two sweat covered body's, their passion spent, framed by
the bedroom door. The curtained windows even backlit the
couple, Amanda's body and rounded ass silhouetted like she
was in an Art film. Damn nice! Cecil B. DeMille would have
been proud.
I bailed out before either of them returned to an awareness
of their surroundings. The video camera went back into my
parent's closet, minus one very interesting videotape, which
took up residence in my pocket. I slipped out the back door
and worked my way back to my car, which I started and drove
around the block, parking at the end of the side street
where I could just see the vehicles in my driveway without
my own car being seen. Then I waited.
*************************
It was fortunate that I didn't have to wait very long. My
stomach cramps, which I had forgotten about during my
sister's performance, had decided to reappear, and I feared
I would have to abandon my surveillance. Suddenly the
professor made his appearance from the garage. He gave a
quick glance left and right, then moved out briskly to his
SUV, casually enough to avoid arousing suspicion, but with
no wasted movement. I wondered how many times and with how
many students he had done this before. Oh well. My sister
was a big girl now. She would have to live with her
decisions.
I had hoped to be able to wait my sister out before my
stomach cramps became irresistible, but alas, that was not
to be. I once more felt the bile rising in my throat, and
barely had time to deploy one of the plastic-lined bags I
had been given. I thanked whatever gods there might be for
the water I had so carefully swallowed earlier - at least
I was spared a repeat of the dry heaves. When everything
was over I was left with a hollow feeling and a paper bag
half full of a watery mess I had no desire to keep. Sealing
the bag tight, I started my engine and headed off to find a
suitable disposal site, ending up at one of the dumpsters
behind the local burger joint. By the time I returned home
Amanda and her little red car had left. She had gotten away
scot-free. Or so she thought.
I pulled into the driveway and re-entered the house. As I
finally headed for bed, I felt torn between feelings of
nausea from my illness and elation over the videotape in my
pocket. I had always wanted to get the upper hand over my
smart-ass sister. She had traded on the fact that she was
my parent's favorite for as long as I could remember. They
acted as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Little Miss
Perfect! And ever since she had started junior high school
she had treated me like shit. Now all that was about to
change. Little did she know just how much the center of
power between us had shifted. And it was all because of a
little porno tape I owned - a tape staring her. It had to
be the best porno tape in the world. And the feeling of
power it gave me was the best fucking feeling I'd ever felt
in my life.
*************************
By Friday, the next day, I was feeling much better. I was
no fool though. Using my bout with stomach flu as an
excuse, and faking continued mild nausea, I managed to score
an additional day off from school before the weekend. Even
my mother, having been called at work the previous day, was
willing to gave me the benefit of the doubt for once. I
needed some time free with my parents out of the house while
I considered my options and made plans. And I had a very
special movie I wanted to review.
"Now you're sure you don't want anything to eat before I go,
Kenneth?" my mother fretted, hovering over me like a hen
with one of her chicks.
"No Mom. I don't have much of an appetite" I said. I knew
this would convince her that I was truly ill. I was usually
always hungry.
"Well, if you feel hungry later, there's plenty in the
fridge" she continued. "You can make yourself something."
"I don't think so Mom, but thanks anyway" I lied. I was
hungry enough to eat a horse, and planned to start stuffing
myself as soon as her car left the driveway.
"Are you sure you'll be OK?" she finished. "I've got to
get going now."
"I'll be fine Mom. I'm seventeen years old. I can take
care of myself."
She gave me a look like she doubted my assertion, but
finally turned to leave.
"You can call me if you have any problems. I'm sure the
bank won't mind."
"I know Mom. Have a good day at work."
(End of part 1 of 4)
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