In the days before streaming porn, scoring a VHS tape loaded with grainy, thrice copied porn felt like winning a jackpot. If it was recorded at SLP speeds, that could mean anywhere from four to six hours of hot, steamy porn for your jerking pleasure. Best of all? When the person making the copy took the time to cut out the ads and title screens.
In a rare instance, Mom and Dad had to drive across the state to attend a wedding, leaving Austin home alone. At eighteen, with the house to himself for the entire day and night, Austin’s plan had been as simple as spending the entire time naked and jerking off.
His aching cock throbbed and led the way as he wandered from one room to the next as he simply enjoyed his freedom. Mom and Dad had left at eight in the morning. At ten that morning, he had his first orgasm in the living room with porn playing on the big TV. While he could have worked toward another orgasm right away, he had worked out a plan – one orgasm every two hours until he couldn’t do it anymore.
As he waited until it was time for his next orgasm, he switched over to regular TV. It felt really good being naked in the living room. It felt even better being naked and hard in the living room. He idly stroked his cock while forcing himself to wait until noon for his next orgasm.
Glancing at the clock on the VCR, he saw that it was only 11:30. Switching back to the VCR, he picked up the remote and hit PLAY, giving him thirty minutes of playing time until his next orgasm. Could he do it? Could he last that long? He doubted it, but he loved the idea of trying.
Unable to sit still, he paced behind the two overstuffed chairs that faced the big twenty-seven-inch TV. The two chairs where Mom and Dad typically sat every night watching “ER,” “Seinfeld,” or “NYPD Blue.” When a hot lesbian scene started, he moved to sprawl out on the couch. He stroked his rock hard a couple of times, but not too much. Not yet. He still had another twenty-three minutes before he could get off.
Fuck, this was hard. His cock ached for more attention. He understood the law of diminishing returns. If he did it too much, his later orgasms would take too long. Was it better to get off too soon and leave more time between his orgasms or best to stick to his plan?
Tugging on his hard cock, he brought himself close to an orgasm and then stopped. His throbbing cock leaked pre-cum into a puddle on his stomach, filling his navel. Yeah, that felt good, really good. How much pre-cum could he leak before it was time to shoot off for real?
He gave his cock a chance to rest as he watched the girls taking turns eating each other out. He ignored his need for an orgasm. His balls felt tight and hard, ready for him to blast off if he would only give himself that extra bit of attention. It felt good being this hard.
He wanted to eat pussy. Fuck, he loved eating pussy. He loved everything about pussy. The one chick had shaved her pussy and that looked so damn good. Did real girls ever do that? Fuck, that would be so hot to see, wouldn’t it? He thought about his girlfriend and wished Suzanne had gone to college closer than halfway across the state. He missed her. He missed her pussy. He missed her tits and just kissing her. He needed to call her later, but not now.
Nearing another orgasm, he quickly pulled his hand away and watched as his hard cock pump out more pre-cum. It’s too bad Suzanne never did this to him. He needed to teach her to do this. He needed to show her how he could almost orgasm without really doing it. Would she like that? Would she like to see him this kind of hard?
Suzanne could be so funny at times. She liked sex, but she always felt so guilty about doing it, too. It took her so long to get turned on. He wished she would stop worrying about it. At least she had gotten comfortable with letting him go down on her. She liked that, a lot. She had even said that was her favorite part. That and seeing him hard. She did like seeing him hard and needy. She thought his dick was fun.
Looking at his stomach, Austin realized that he had forgotten to grab some Kleenex. Damn it, what was he supposed to do now? He watched the pool of pre-cum on his stomach beginning to run to the side. Fuck! He couldn’t afford to get Mom’s couch dirty. Without a better plan, he smeared the clear fluid across his lower half. He could take a shower when he was done.
Glancing at the clock on the VCR, he had to make a plan for his orgasm, too. Could he catch it all in his hand? Probably not. Not after all this teasing. Sometimes, his orgasms felt so damn big. Maybe he should cum on his chest? Could he keep it on his body and nowhere else? He glanced at the box of Kleenex on the counter and decided they were too far away. He could do this. He could cum on his chest and stomach and then rub it in or something. It was only cum.
He turned his attention back to the TV. There was a sloppy cut as the lesbian scene ended. Whoever had put together this VHS tape had taken the time to stop and start the recording to capture only the good parts. He smiled. He knew this next scene and it was hot, too.
A hot brunette straddled some guy on a couch in a big house. They were already fucking. The camera zoomed in to her tight pussy sliding up and down his shaft before circling to show her face and tits. Damn, she was hot! And, in just a moment, a hot blonde with really short hair would walk through the front door and catch them. Yeah, this was a good scene.
“What the fuck are you doing to my husband?” the blonde yelled as she walked into the room. The volume of the recording made that yell very loud. The first time he had watched this tape, this scene had almost gotten him caught because of how the volume had gone way up. Alone in the house, he didn’t care.
The couple on the couch jumped and there was another cut. He would never know how much dialog had been cut out of the version he saw. He didn’t care because the blonde took charge of the fucking happening. “Go ahead. Fuck him, you slut!” she sternly insisted as the couple on the couch went back at it. He felt a thrill that made his cock pulse with thrill. Yeah, he would love that. Let some chick tell him to fuck like that.
The clock on the VCR clicked over to show 12:00. He had met his goal but still held back from getting off. In another moment or two, the blonde would join them. In a moment, the blonde would get naked, too. He held off, caressing his cock without allowing himself to get off until he saw the blonde’s hot, firm tits.
“Suck my tits!” the blonde demanded, pulling off her top and pressing her chest against the brunette’s face. The high volume of the scene made the speakers of the TV crackle.
“Yeah!” Austin cheered, ready for his orgasm, but still holding back. There was more to this scene. Even better stuff coming up. He squeezed his cock and held on to his orgasm. When he eased his grip, more pre-cum leaked from the tip and created quite the puddle of pre-cum on his stomach. Enough pre-cum that he had to smear it across his stomach again. He kept his eyes on the TV and waited for his favorite part. This was going to be such a great orgasm!
“For real?” asked his sister, standing just behind him at the end of the couch.
“What the fuck?” he screamed, panicked by the sudden, unexpected interruption. What the hell was Robin doing here? He sat up, crouching over to hide his nakedness while twisting to see over his shoulder. He could figure out what had happened easily enough. They always kept the front door locked unless they were expecting company, which meant she had let herself in the backdoor. Mom or Dad had probably told Robin to check on him to make sure he was behaving.
Arms crossed right below her tits, Robin stared at her younger brother with a huge, shit-eating grin on her face. “Having fun?”
“How long have you been standing there?” he demanded as his brain went into overdrive with too many instructions at once. He needed to turn off the TV. He needed to stop, eject, and hide the VHS tape of porn. He needed to run to his bedroom and put on clothes. He needed to take a shower to wash off the pre-cum splattered across his body, the same pre-cum that he could feel running down his stomach into his thick pubic hair. He needed to make sure he didn’t leave a cum stain on the couch. And, most of all, he needed to negotiate a vow of secrecy from his big sister.
“A minute or two,” she replied, still wearing that same big grin. “I never realized who had such a nice one, bro.”
“Shut up,” he grumbled. He didn’t care what his big sister thought about his cock, he wanted to get dressed and figure out a way to swear her to secrecy. Screw the videotape playing. Same with the TV. Clothes mattered most. Hunched over and covering his hard-on, he moved towards the hallway and the safety of his bedroom, except Robin blocked the most direct path.
At five years older than Austin, they had never gotten along. She had been his babysitter whenever Mom and Dad had wanted to go out on a date. In return, he had always ratted her out if she invited over a friend or did anything she out of bounds. While he was still in middle school, she had headed off to college. When she was home for holidays or summers, their relationship went back to being antagonistic. Now that she had graduated from college and had a good job, she lived in a cool apartment across town.
Austin took the long route, darting around Mom and Dad’s overstuffed chairs with an end table and lamp between them. As he moved, his sister backed up until she blocked the hallway. “Where you goin’, bro?”
He pulled up short and gawked at his sister. He saw the playful smirk on her face, the twinkle in her green eyes, and for reasons he didn’t understand, he registered her jean shorts and how her tight t-shirt hugged her chest. “Do you mind?”
“I don’t mind at all,” she said, checking him out from head-to-toe.
“I meant, do you mind moving out of the way?”
“Oh, that!” she giggled. “Yeah, I sort of do mind doing that.”
He gaped at her with a shocked expression on his face. He stood four or five feet away from her, holding his junk, and feeling extra naked as he tried to keep his hard-on covered from her view. “What’s your issue?” he demanded.
“You’ve got to show it to me, first.”
“Show you what?” he asked. He realized the stupidity of that question even as it left his mouth. He quickly recovered. “You already saw it when you were perv’ing on me.”
She shrugged. “I still want to see it again.”
Frozen in place, Austin considered his options. Fully grown at eighteen, he had five inches of height on his “big” sister and outweighed her by thirty pounds. After rejecting the idea of muscling his way past her, he spied the width of the opening and felt good about finessing his way around her.
He did a head fake to the left before darting into the opening on the right and ran into his sister.
“Nice try, slow-poke,” she teased as he bounced off her and backed up. “Did you forget that I played ball, too?”
He hadn’t forgotten all those nights spent watching her playing basketball. Nor had he forgotten all the times she had embarrassed her little brother while shooting hoops. She had been older, taller, more skilled, and had loved shaming him. He could probably beat her now, but she remained quick.
“Mom and Dad know about your porn tape?”
His eyes automatically darted back to the TV where his treasured porn tape continued to play. It would be just like her to tell them about it.
With the cruel smile of a villain who had the upper hand, Robin stated her terms. “Show it to me and I won’t tell.”
“I’m not doing that!” he protested. “Besides, you said you already saw it.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to see it again,” she smirked, eyeing the spot where his hands kept things covered up. Slowly, her eyes moved back to his face. “Where’s your girlfriend, anyway?”
“College,” he moaned, trying to work out an alternative to plan for getting past his sister. “She only comes home on holidays.”
“Poor baby.”
“I’m not a baby!”
“You might be eighteen, but you’ll always be my baby brother,” she teased with the full knowledge of how much that frustrated him. She leaned against the opening to the hallway, making it clear she wasn’t going to let him past.
Austin rocked back and forth on his heels, unable to stand still. He hated how his cock kept throbbing against his hands. He had gotten too close to an orgasm. In a way, it could have been worse. She could have walked in just as it was happening, just as he was spraying his hot, creamy cum all across his chest and stomach. That would have been much worse.
“So what are you going to do?” she asked.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend? Go look at his dick.”
Robin shrugged. “I want to see yours.”
“You are such a pervert!”
“Me?” she laughed. “You’re the one running around the house naked and jerking off.”
“I’m not running around the house naked,” he lied. “I just wanted to use the big TV, that’s all.”
“I bet Mom and Dad won’t even let you keep a VCR in your room after this. Or a TV.”
He hated the truth of that suggestion. He didn’t need Mom or Dad to hear about this. “So, what’s the deal? I show it to you and then you let me get dressed?”
“Maybe,” she hedged with that same twisted smile.
He didn’t like that answer. He studied her with his eyes narrowed into slits. He didn’t trust her. Then again, what other choice did he have? “How long do I have to show it to you?”
She nodded at the video playing on the VCR. “Until this scene is over.”
“I’m not doing that!” he objected as a new scene began, another scene that he recognized.
While he had the entire tape memorized, he couldn’t quite remember how long this scene lasted. Was it the one where the man and woman had sex with that pretty blonde on the swing? That wasn’t too long of a scene, was it? He tried to fast-forward the action in his head. He could remember the three of them fucked around near the rope swing for a few minutes. Eventually, the blonde got naked and all three of them had sex. That didn’t take too long, did it?
“But I’m not going to jerk-off,” he said, putting his hands to his sides and watching as Robin’s eyes went wide.
“Damn, bro.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” she giggled, staring directly at his hard, throbbing cock. “Does it always turn that color when you’re excited?”
“What color?” he asked, glancing down at the dark, angry red of his cockhead. That was the way it was supposed to look, wasn’t it? “I’m excited. That’s how it gets.”
“It just looks so red, almost purple.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what you get.”
“And your balls, why aren’t they bigger?”
“They’re big enough!” he objected. “They’re just tight right now.” Didn’t she know anything about how a guy’s body worked?
“You cold?”
“No.” He wasn’t about to explain why his balls were pulled up tight against his body. If she couldn’t figure that part out, he wasn’t going to explain it to her.
“Then you’re that excited,” she chuckled, understanding more than he had realized. “How many times have you gotten off today?”
He hesitated before telling the truth. “Once.”
“Is that why your stomach is all wet?”
“It’s pre-cum.”
“It’s a fuck ton of it, too.”
It felt so strange standing naked in front of his sister, especially naked and hard. In the back of this mind, he wondered if it would have been worse standing there naked and soft. At least being hard made him look bigger. His cock gave an involuntary throb that he couldn’t suppress.
“You gonna get off?”
“No.”
“But you want to, don’t you?”
“I’m hard, aren’t I?” he replied with a shrug. He tried covering up, but she shook her head and gestured for him to keeping showing off.
Robin pushed away from where she had been leaning and moved closer. Eyeing him, she made a slow circle around him. For a moment, he saw his opening. For a moment, he had a chance to make a mad dash for his bedroom. For some reason, he didn’t budge. With his luck, if he had tried it, she would have tackled him or something.
“Were you planning on staying naked all day?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he lied. “I was just doing it for now.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, back in front of him where he could see the skeptical expression on her face. He could tell she didn’t believe him. Awkwardly, his cock chose that moment to throb again and that made her smile. “You’re really excited, aren’t you?”
“Basically,” he said, hating it, but unable to hide the truth of the matter.
Robin glanced at the TV where the trio of porn stars were starting to get it on. The guy had his prick out and the pretty blonde sitting on the rope swing was now sucking it. “You look as big as him.”
“You think?”
“Sure. Male porn stars are all short so their dicks look bigger.”
He wasn’t short, so he didn’t know what to make of that. “For real?”
“You might even be bigger than him.”
Austin often wondered how measured up against other guys. Would his sister know? How many guys had she been with? At five years older and finished with college, did that mean she had been with a lot of guys? He couldn’t be sure. As far as he knew, she had never had a forever boyfriend. “Am I as big as your boyfriend?”
“What boyfriend?” she snorted. “I broke up with Sid two months ago.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” he said, although he had never followed her dating life. His cock throbbed again as he watched the porno playing on the TV. Fuck, he needed to get off.
“You like being naked in front of me?”
“I like porno,” he said, hoping she would buy the dodging of her question. In a funny way, it did feel good being naked in front of her. He tried turning it back around on her. “Do you like seeing me naked?”
“Sure, why not?” she said, choosing to sit where Mom usually sat. She gestured for him to join her.
He chose to sit on the arm of the couch. He glanced at the hallway again. He had a clear shot and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Then again, this was sort of interesting, too.
“It doesn’t feel funny seeing your brother like this?”
“It’s sort of fun,” she said with a shrug. “It’s like it doesn’t count or something.”
“How so?”
“I mean, who are you ever going to tell about this?”
“Yeah, good point,” he agreed. Who could he tell? Who would believe him? Besides, why would he ever admit that she had caught him jerking off? He noticed how she seemed much more interested in looking at him than watching the porno. “Have you ever seen a porno before?”
“Once or twice.”
“Who did you watch it with?”
“A boyfriend.”
“Just once?”
“Damn, Austin, what’s up with you?”
“Just curious,” he said with a shrug. “I didn’t think girls were into this kind of stuff.”
That made his sister laugh. “Girls can even play with themselves, too.”
His cock went into overdrive, throbbing harder than ever and threatening to release another round of pre-cum. He purposely thought about baseball and then football, anything to calm his throbbing need.
“Do you?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“Sometimes.”
“When was the last time you did it?” he asked.
“Two nights ago.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” she flatly stated in a tone that made it clear she wasn’t going to share any more details about it.
“Why didn’t you just hook up with some guy?”
“Are you for real?”
“I’m just saying, if I was a chick, I would never need to jerk off.”
“Because you’d just find some guy who wanted to fuck you, right?” she asked. He nodded and she shook her head. “Just because a guy wants to fuck me doesn’t mean that I want to fuck him, you know?”
That didn’t make sense to him, but it felt cool talking to her about sex. “Have you done it a lot?”
She shrugged. “I’m not a slut, if that’s what you mean.”
“But you like doing it, right?”