The Video Shoot Ch. 02

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Part 02 – Revelation

"What's that on the back of your neck and ear? Looks like a smudge. It's something green..."

I froze in the doorway of kitchen, feeling my shoulders slump. Fuck! I didn't finish wiping off the Frankenstein make-up. I was dead cold busted.

I turned to face Kara to see her reaction. After hours of thinking about how this encounter would go, I still didn't feel prepared. I had hoped that it would've taken longer for her to figure things out or that maybe she never figured it out at all. I had seriously dropped the ball not checking myself in a mirror before coming home. I had no one but myself to blame for this.

As I meet her gaze, she was reaching toward my collar, attempting to wipe off what she saw. It was an innocent gesture. In that moment I realized that she still didn't know. All she saw was just something smudged on the back of my head. She had no reason to suspect anything else.

However, my own guilty thoughts carried over to body language and betrayed me. If I had been thinking quickly, I could have played it off. I could have made up some story about something that had happened at the imaginary restaurant where she thought I worked. I didn't know I had been presented with an out until it was too late.

Kara wiped off a the smudge of green make-up from my neck. At first, she didn't put the pieces together. She saw nothing out of place other than an unkept brother. But then she saw my face and the look of fear and shame in my eyes. Her brow furrowed, puzzled, as she wondered why I looked so terrified. She looked down at her fingers that had cleared the green make-up off of my skin.

Then her eyes widened as a realization swept over her. The pieces fell into place in her mind. She looked back up at me, her own face twisted with shock. "Frank?" She said in voice barely above a whisper.

I didn't answer. I couldn't say anything. I was watching her begin to figure what had happened today and my own guilt left me speechless. Yes, she may have been my ultimate desire, but she was also my sister. Fuck toy aside, I still loved her as family and I had broken a sacred bond of trust.

She had been holding a small saucer of cut fruit and when her understanding of the big picture hit. Her grip faltered and the plate fell to the floor, shattering.

The crash of the breaking plate made me wince. "I'm sorry," I said weekly.

I studied her face, looking for signs of what emotion was about to come lashing out at me but I couldn't read her. I got no vibe at all from her.

Without saying anything, she simply turned her eyes away from me and walked out of the kitchen. Seconds later, I heard the door to her room close. I wasn't even given the odd satisfaction of hearing it slam.

I knew better than to follow her. Just as I needed time to think earlier, she needed her space now. I stayed in the kitchen and cleaned up the shards of the broken ceramic and scattered chucks of apples and oranges.

I stood alone in the kitchen for a long time wondering if I should, in fact, try to go talk to her but decided go with my first instinct and leave her to herself. I finally returned to my room and lay on my bed, still dressed with the lights off. I left the door to my room open, as an invitation to my sister if she wanted to yell at me. I don't know how long I lay, staring at the dark ceiling before I drifted off to sleep, but it was probably a couple of hours.

"John," I heard my sister say softly. I jumped at the sound. I looked over at the clock and saw it was almost 4am.

.

"Kara..." I said, raising up, instantly awake. In the darkness I could see her form sitting on the end of the bed at my feet.

"I guess we need to talk," she said.

"Yeah," I said, "I guess so, too."

"How... When... When did you get into the business?" She asked. She was trying to build up to the main topic. She was trying to establish common ground before getting to the heart of the matter.

"Right before last Christmas. I was modeling in an art class for extra money. One thing led to another and then I'm with women in front of a camera."

She didn't respond.

"How about you?" I asked. "When did you start?"

"I did my first scene about a month ago," she said after a long pause. "Ii guess it all started just before graduation when I was with my friend, Bailey. We went to her sister's house for a sleepover. Bailey's older sister, Melissa, had a real nice place with a pool and would give us beer and alcohol as long as we stayed there when we drank, so we hung out there a lot."

I reached over and turned on a lamp to see my sister's face. She was wearing a light blue robe, but it was wrapped tight and revealed nothing. She didn't appear to mind the soft light and kept talking.

"One night, Bailey passed out drunk and I got to talking to Melissa. I asked her what she did for a living. I wanted to know what she did that allowed her to have such a nice place. I mean she couldn't have been two or three years older than me and she had a real nice house all to herself."

"Melissa had been drinking a good bit too and she spilled the beans. She told me she did porn. I was too drunk to be shocked so I began asking her all kinds of questions and she told me everything."

I nodded and let her keep going.

"At first it was just a thought in the back of my mind, but over the next few days I began to think more and more about it. I thought back to one guy I had gone out with who had used his phone to record us having sex. We watched it afterwards and I made him delete it but I thought it had been pretty hot. After talking to Melissa that night, I couldn't get it out of head."

"The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I mean, I loved having sex and I loved the effect I had on guys. I loved the way they looked at me. I was the one in control. I was the one who determined how far things went. I had all the power. I began to fantasize about making a real video for people to watch and it only made me hotter."

"Right after graduation, I called Melissa and asked her about how I could go about doing what she did. She didn't try to talk me out of it or anything. She gave me the address of her agent and set up a meeting. Things move really fast after that and within just a few weeks I was on the set for the first time."

I interrupted her to ask, "Were you nervous?"

"Maybe a little, but not really," she said. "I was so fucking excited about it. It was so wrong and wicked. It turned me on like nothing else." Her voice had picked up tempo with air of enthusiasm. "And the guy. Oh my god. It was my first big dick. All of the high school boys I had dated and had sex with couldn't compare to some of the guys I've fucked on set."

I bent my knees upward to my chest to hide from her my erection that had started to grow listening to her talk so energetically about making porn. I may be busted and have hell to pay but she was still a thing of beauty and my body was reacting to her story.

"It's kind of funny, talking to you about it," Kara commented. "You're guy and got into porn for the money, and I'm a girl and got into it for the sex."

I laughed at her observation.

"So," she said, bringing me back to the matter at hand. "Tell me about today. What the fuck happened?"

Here it is, I thought to myself. I knew I had to tread carefully here. The words I chose to use could drastically affect how this conversation ended.

"At first, I was supposed to be part of a gang bang, I think," I explained to her. "But when I got to wardrobe, someone thought I would be a perfect replacement for the guy who broke his leg and I wound up being Frank. When they told me I was doing a scene with Kristi May, I had no idea it was you. I hadn't even heard the name before."

"Go on," she encouraged me.

"In fact when you walked in, I didn't even know it was you. It wasn't until you pulled off the mask."

I could see her thinking back. She was remembering the awkward pause I had once I had seen her face. "I could tell something was wrong," she said. "What were you thinking? Why didn't you stop the shoot?" There was no hint of anger in her voice. She asked the question with genuine curiosity, fishing for an honest answer.

"I lost control of myself," I said, giving her what she wanted. I gave her the truth. "For the past several years, I guess I've had a thing for you. You've turned into a very pretty woman and, sister or not, I couldn't help but notice."

We sat quiet for a long time. Again, I tried to gage her temperament but I couldn't tell what she was thinking. So far, I was just happy that she wasn't yelling at me, but I knew I wasn't out of the woods yet.

Kara finally broke the silence. "A 'thing?' You've had a 'thing' for me?" She asked with an air of contempt.

I shrugged. "Yeah."

"Okay," she said. Her toned was becoming more firm and slightly stern. "When did first discover you had a 'thing' for me."

I had to think for a second to find the answer. "I think it was when Mom and Dad took us on vacation to Las Vegas a few years back. You and I hung out at the pool all day while Mom and Dad would go out. I think it was there that I first noticed how pretty you were becoming. That yellow swimsuit you wore looked amazing on you."

"You realize that I was only 14 years old then?"

"Yeah, and I was only 15. But age doesn't matter. Something that looks good, looks good. And you looked good. After that vacation I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. And your personality just adds to the whole package. I'm not trying to be rude," I said. "I'm just being honest. I thought you were hot then, and quiet frankly you've done nothing but get hotter."

I'm not sure but I think I saw her blush just a little bit. I took that as a good thing.

"Did it ever cross your mind that you were perv-ing out over your sister?"

"Constantly," I said. "And I felt guilty about it. But you were always around, always there to remind me of what I could never have. Always around doing something sexy, doing something that turned me on. I couldn't escape it living in the same house with you. And when I saw you today, and I knew that you didn't know it was me, I couldn't stop myself. I had to have you. I lost control and took what I had wanted for such a long time. I was stupid and didn't think about the consequences. I was selfish."

"Damn right, you were selfish," she said. She was showing a touch of anger but wasn't yelling or raising her voice.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"I don't know. Right now, I guess I'm more pissed at the deception of what you did. Did you really think I wouldn't find out eventually who Jon Jon was?"

"I wasn't thinking ahead. Like I said, I got caught up in the moment. If I could take it back..."

"Don't," she interrupted. "What's done is done."

"Look, I'm sorry that..."

"Stop it," she cut me off again. "Stop apologizing. You're only sorry you got caught. You very clearly enjoyed it while it was happening. Hell, I enjoyed it while it was happening, being none-the-wiser. But you did it under false pretenses."

I sat and said nothing. She was finally getting her chance to vent at me, so I let her have her say. However, hearing her say the words that she enjoyed it drowned out most of everything else she said.

"You realize that you didn't just fuck your sister," Kara ranted, "you fucked your sister on a porn set. It was on camera. It's permanent now. It's risky enough for either one of us to be in the business, but if anyone ever found out we committed incest, we could become epic outcasts. You may have been wearing a mask but our names are going to get put in the credits. Someone could figure it out. This goes beyond just you just acting out a fantasy. There are possible legal issues at work here too."

She had a point. I hadn't considered the legal ramifications of what I had done. I didn't know if sibling incest was actually illegal or just morally shunned, but either way I didn't want to have to find out.

"If this gets out, it could become a media circus. The porn industry won't want to touch either one of us. I don't want to even imagine our faces being all over the news."

"That may be a bit much," I said, seeing through her exaggeration.

"Maybe, but it is possible," she came back.

I nodded just to let it go. It was possible that we would become shunned media villains but I doubted that it was very likely. A idea came to me. "I can call my agent on Monday," I suggested. "The other guy, Howie, was supposed to do the scene. I'll tell him to contact the studio and make sure my name stays out of the credits. As far as anyone will ever know, it was Howie in the whole movie. Even the director told me he couldn't tell the difference between him and me with the make-up on."

Her face seemed to brighten. "That might work," she said, mulling it over in her mind. "Do it. Beg and plead if you have to, but get your name off of the list and we might get out of the danger zone."

"Consider it done," I said, glad to see her calming down.

Without saying anything further, Kara stood and walked out of my room.

*****

On Monday, I found that asking my agent to take my name off of the list was easier than I expected. I was prepared to give him a silly story about how I didn't want to be known as the guy in the Frankenstein mask, but it wasn't needed. He just readily agreed as if it was a normal request. As far as I knew it might have been a common occurrence.

The next few days around the apartment were lightly strained. At first Kara and I just generally avoided each other and when our paths crossed we exchanged awkward glances and remained silent. However, as the days went by things slowly returned to a semblance of forced normalcy. Thankfully, classes started up and gave us both a much needed distraction. I did my best to keep my thoughts in check, but I couldn't help it. Kara was just too beautiful and attractive. My mind kept drifting back to the scene we had shot together every time I saw her around the house.

The topic of our secret 'jobs' weren't discussed again until the end of the following week. As much as I was still infatuated with her, Kara's concern over the two of us working together had given me a lot to think about and several other issues were raised in my mind that I felt needed to be talked about. I got the chance when Kara told me she would be gone the next day. I naturally assumed it was for a shoot and stopped to talk to her.

"If you have some time," I said, "I'd like to talk about a few things." She was sitting on the couch and I took a seat in the chair across from her.

I could see her tense as her guard went up. "What's on your mind?" She asked cautiously.

"It's about work," I said.

"What about it?" I could see she was nervous about where I was headed with this conversation.

"I assume you aren't going to stop doing what your doing and I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. We haven't talked about it. Do I need to quit and find something else?"

She sensed that I wasn't on the attack and her attitude relaxed somewhat. She shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "Do whatever you want."

"Yeah, but how do we keep it from happening again? If we both keep at it we are bound to cross paths on the set again sooner or later."

"Some girls have a list of conditions and things they will and won't do. I'll just put you on my list of 'don'ts.'" She explained.

"It's just that easy?"

"It's that easy." Although her answers were curt, she didn't seem defensive or put out by the conversation so far, so I decided to keep going.

"What about our parents?" I asked. "What if they find out what either of us are doing? When I first started, I consciously chose to accept the risk. What about you?"

She chuckled to herself, which kind of offended me. I thought she was making fun of my question until she explained, "I can only speak for myself, but Mom knows about me."

I was shocked. Holy fuck! "She does?" I exclaimed. "How did she find out?"

"I told her," Kara said with a sly grin as if she had just revealed a pair of pocket aces at the poker table and was about to rake in the pot.

"You told her?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Why?"

"Let's just say, I know Mom a lot better than you," she relied.

"Oh, no... That's not going to cut it. You've got to tell me."

She paused for a minute. "Aright, but this stays private. It's a family matter."

"Of course," I persisted.

"Mom worked as a stripper to put herself through college. She even did a few men's magazines layouts back in the 80's."

"No way!" I said, after picking my jaw off the floor.

"She told me about it a couple of years ago," Kara explained. "Mom and I were going through some of her old clothes for me to have when we came across some of her old stripper outfits. I thought she would have been embarrassed but she seemed proud in telling me what they were. She didn't elaborate any but she admitted she had used her body to make ends meet before she met Dad."

"That still doesn't tell me, why you told her about yourself..."

"I went to her for advice. Mom and I have always been close and now that I knew about her past, I confessed to her that I had been thinking out doing something similar. She was concerned at first that I just wanted the money but I told her that it was something I wanted to do for the experience of having done it. I could tell she wasn't happy about it but she was very supportive."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing," I said, my head still reeling.

Kara laughed, "Aren't we just the perfect family."

"So she's cool with you and everything, still?"

"Yeah, it's not like we talk about it every time we speak but she knows what I'm doing." She paused a minute before adding, "I guess that's why I freaked out so much after last weekend. I don't know if Mom will watch anything I've done. I think it would be pretty odd if she did, seeing her own daughter having sex, but I could picture her watching one to make sure I was being treated alright. Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I don't know how she would take it if she knew it was you as Frankenstein and I don't want to find out."

I nodded as if it made sense. In all honesty, none of did. I tried to picture Mom watching a porno in which Kara was the star and came up blank. Mom was certainly still attractive but my boundary-crossing thoughts of incest with my sister did not extend to our parents.

"Trust me," Kara said. "If Mom were find out what your doing I don't think it would bother her much. I just don't want to present her with you and I together like that. That could be a whole different can of worms."

One of my shortcomings in conversations is my inability to keep thoughts in my head. Way too often, if I think it, I say it. One of those thoughts came spilling out over my tongue before I even knew I was talking. "So other than not doing it for camera where Mom could find out about it, you don't have a problem with what we did on the set last weekend?"

As soon as I said it, I wanted to inhale the words back in. Kara's body seemed to freeze for a half second as she processed my question. "We'll..." She said slowly as she got off of the couch. Unlike what I had just blurted out, she was carefully weighing her words before speaking. Before walking to her room and closing the door she finally said to me, "I've already told you that I enjoyed it."

I sat alone in the living room trying to make sense of her words. Was she telling me to keep my distance through some weird form of sarcasm that I didn't understand? Or was she flirting with me? I felt stupid for not knowing what she meant.

******

With most of our cards all on the table, the two of us managed to coexist without incident for almost a month. In the meantime, we both established our routines. We would go to classes on most weekday mornings, do the occasional porn shoot in the afternoons or weekends, and hang out in the evenings watching movies or doing homework. No mention of sex was brought up at all, however, the fact that we had fucked still lingered in air any time we were together even of it wasn't talked about.

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