Sex, Spies, and My Sister

You have to love a patriotic girl. "It sounds like a bit of a tough job really."

"It really was at first, but I got used to it."

"Just how often do you do this?"

"It varies widely. There are a lot of people in the United States from other countries. Think about it. There are the something like 173 embassies in Washington D.C., there are all of the current 196 UN missions in New York, and all the various countries consulates in various cities throughout the country. How many people there are in each embassy or mission varies, but that's a lot of people, and with that number there are always going to be bad apples. There's nothing like a little diplomatic immunity to get some people to do whatever they feel like. It's not like we do one a month - it really varies. And, any given target takes a lot of research before I end up in bed with him - assuming that's what we are going to do to embarrass him - assuming it's a guy in the first place. Women screw up sometimes too, but the men are much more likely to do it."

"You know," I said, after thinking about this a little, "maybe what you do is why none of the guys in the office will date you. Ever think of that?"

"Yea, but I thought they would overlook that. They're supposed to be professionals after all."

"Probably a bad guess. Professionalism only goes so far and probably stops at the bedroom door when it comes to that sort of job. How do you avoid all of those nasty sexually transmitted diseases that are going around? Not the least of which is AIDS?"

"Well," she said and paused, "they have ways of making sure the target doesn't have anything. They either break into a doctor's office and check his records, or in one case I know of, they actually mugged the guy, whacked him on the head with something, and while he was out, drew a blood sample and had it tested. They have also been known to check with his other sexual conquests too to make sure he isn't dangerous or gave them a dose of something."

"Holy shit, these are some devious little bastards you work with! Have you ever seen any of the tapes of you in bed with a guy?" I asked, wondering if they showed stag movies at the office at the end of an operation to check them out. After all, you have to check out the tapes to make sure you have the goods on the so-called 'target.'

"They have to be pretty devious. It's part of the job. However, we haven't killed anyone yet. And, yea, I have seen all of the tapes featuring me. They're pretty funny really. I'm moaning and groaning like Mr. Asshole is pleasing me like no one has ever done before and I am about to come all over him. It's pretty much like a regular porn move - except that I know it's all faked. I remember watching one where I was moaning and groaning like I was in heaven and he was putting me there - and all the while I had been thinking about a little restaurant a mile or so away that was just going to have to try for dinner after I got out of this room. I totally wasn't there. It was like I was sitting in a chair in a corner of the room watching what I was doing and I wasn't terribly interested in what I was watching. I haven't really come for one of those guys yet - not one. I have done some terrific fakes, but never actually got off. I haven't even tried or wanted to. Fortunately, only our director and I see the movies. So no, we don't get a six-pack and some chips and have a stag flick party at the end of an operation. They aren't for general consumption in the office or anywhere else. I have to assume there are others outside of the office in State or somewhere that have seen them, but they don't know me and I have never met them. Of course the guys filming it gets to see it as it happens and I guess they go over it later and edit it a little."

"Do these targets always clear out of the country when they get wind of the movie that they made? I have to wonder if there wasn't one or two who would brazen it out and say, Fuck it. So I'm on the Internet. There are so few computers in my country and access is so restricted that no one will see it anyway. Besides, this will only prove that I am very manly and can satisfy women."

"Oh believe me, they all think they really know how to satisfy a woman. Apparently the notion that a woman might fake an orgasm with them totally escapes them - it's inconceivable. We only target men who we are pretty sure are married, supposed to a pillar in their religious community - the more pious the better - or will loose a lot if their little indiscretion comes to light. If we targeted some asshole from some dirt-poor state in the middle of Africa, there's a good chance that it probably wouldn't bother him much. So far, we have a perfect track record."

"So if you suspect that sex won't work on some real assholes, what do you do?"

"I'm not usually involved with that, but drugs work well."

"Drugs?"

"Yea, you know, dope; especially cocaine these days. We either plant it on them or sell it to them and get lots of eight by ten color glossies to send to their ambassador - maybe even a video or that transaction. Gets 'em right out of the country - and usually a haircut right about shoulder level."

I had to laugh. I knew what she meant about the haircut. A lot of developing countries deal with dope transactions by removing the heads of those involved. "Just out of curiosity, just how high a level in your, shall we say, 'organization' approves these targets?" I figured it was pretty high up as there was no way in hell that some low-level technocrat was going to decide which member of a foreign diplomatic corps was going to get embarrassed and therefore have to leave the country. This probably had to be done with some serious discretion.

"Oh real high! Usually the target does something that brings him to the attention of the FBI and they notify the State Department. Or, in a lot of cases, the target has annoyed the local authorities to the point where they complain loudly to the State Department. State then decides if he has to go, and usually has to consult with a higher authority.

"Like the President?"

"Sometimes. Usually a cabinet level will do. Sometimes State just confronts the ambassador of the country involved and that takes care of it. Other countries are known to care less what their underlings do so State skips that part and in a round about way we get notified and asked to do what we do so well. And, it takes a lot of time and effort to set one of these situation up too."

All this talk about her having sex and having it made into a movie was getting me hot. You might say my mind wasn't entirely on the subject at hand. I wondered if she ever taped herself with someone that she cared about. I really wondered if I could talk her into taping a little session with me. It would be better if there was a cameraman, but I didn't think that I could go for that - someone standing in the room with a camera while I fucked my sister. Nah, that wouldn't cut it. But, we could set one up on a tripod and tape it. Kinky! "Have you ever taped yourself having sex with someone you cared about?" I finally asked.

"Oh, you're turning kinky on me are you brother? No, I haven't. I guess I wouldn't mind if it was someone I trusted and knew that no matter what, it would never end up on some adult porn site."

"Can we tape us?" I finally got the nerve to ask.

"Maybe. We don't have what it takes here tonight, but maybe some night."

"Oh, I just happen to have a miniDVD camcorder that puts the recorded information straight onto a DVD."

"Jesus Dave!" she exclaimed and sat up. "I fuck my own brother in a moment of passion and the next thing you know he wants to make a porn movie with me!"

Oops, I think I just blew it. "Uh, just kidding." I said, trying to calm her down.

"Oh what the fuck," she said and flopped back down on the floor beside me. "How about we make the movie and you promise to destroy the thing in say six months. I don't want that hanging around. You getting married and sometime later your wife finds a movie of you fucking your very own sister just wouldn't cut it. Six months. That's it. Six months and you break the damn thing. Okay?"

"Okay. I can do that." She never mentioned putting it up on the internet, but I guess she just assumed that there was no way I was going to do that, and that would be a correct assumption too.

"Just what exactly are we supposed to be doing in this movie anyway?" she asked. "I sure hope you didn't have anything kinky in mind. Making a movie with my own brother screwing me will be kinky enough for me."

"That was about all I had in mind. Maybe just a little doggie style with a few minutes of me going in and out of you or something like that. Mostly just missionary or you on top is what I had in mind."

"Okay, well let me get cleaned up a little before we start again." She got up and headed for the bathroom. "Oh God," she exclaimed half way there, "I have come running down my legs - both of them. You really unloaded in me!"

Yes I had! I needed to get cleaned up a little myself, but while she was in the bathroom, I went and found the camcorder, a tripod with a quick release mounting on it, and a few blank DVDs. I quickly checked the camcorder's battery level, and for once found that it was fully charged. I hauled that stuff back out to the living room and set it up. When Cinnamon was out of the bathroom, I went in and cleaned the now dried come off of me and otherwise freshened up a bit. Her stockings were now handing over the shower doors. I guess she wasn't going to keep them on with cum drying on them. Too bad, they would have look nice in the video.

When I came out of the bathroom, Cinnamon was sitting on the living room floor not far from the camcorder. "This about the right place?" she asked.

"Guess that will do," I said as I went to the camcorder and made a few adjustments. I noticed that those sexy heels weren't on her any longer. I was going to ask her to put them back on, but decided not to push my luck.

"You don't have some wild notion of doing a money shot and squirting all over my boobs or on my face do you?"

"No, I always thought those were pretty silly."

"Good, because I wasn't going to go for that."

"Ready?" I asked with one finger on the record button.

"Take one!" she said with a smile.

I pressed the record button and went over to her. She was kneeling on the floor so I just knelt in front of her. I moved in close and this time gave her a nice passionate kiss and pulled her close to me without her having to ask for it. It was just as hot as the last time. I could feel the heat of her body against mine and just loved her hard nipples poking at my chest. Our tongues fought quite a dual for some time before we broke it off. In the movie it was going to look like we were passionate lovers, which at this point I suppose we were; brother and sister, but right now passionate lovers.

Finally we broke the kiss and she kissed her way quickly down my body and took my fully erect cock in her mouth. She seemed to be conscious of the camcorder and made sure she was positioned in a way that it could see it all - my cock going into, way into, her hot sucking mouth. She was experienced at this after all. I was getting another fine blowjob, and she was taking me all the way into her mouth.

After she got me close, and she seemed to sense just how close I was getting, she stopped blowing me, came back up to my face and asked me in a very sexy voice, "Care to eat me? Want me to cream all over your face?" she said loud enough for the camera to catch.

I'm sure the camcorder was getting every word. "Of course."

Cinnamon lay down on the carpet and moved in to position with her legs apart. Again, she positioned herself so the camcorder would have a rather nice view of me getting her off with my tongue. "Come and get it lover," she purred. She put her hand on her pussy and massaged her swollen clit while I got into position.

I moved between her legs and got to work on her. Her swollen clit was peaking out of its covering hood and just begging to be licked. So, I liked it, sometimes firmly, sometimes quickly and lightly, and then gave it a break and sucked on her delicious and swollen inner pussy lips. It wasn't long before I had her squirming and moaning.

"Put a finger in me," she begged. "I need something to squeeze."

I put two fingers inside her and resumed my work on her waiting clit. I could tell she was getting very close to coming. Now I began moving my fingers in and out of her, slowly at first and then picking up the speed.

"OH GOD, YES!" she screamed. "THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! I'M GONNA...I'M GONNA...OH SHIT, I'M COMING!!!!!!!"

I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers and her body shake as he got off on my tongue. I kept my mouth firmly against her climaxing pussy as kept licking at her throbbing clit. It was another long good one for her. Some women really get off when they're eaten, and she was one of them.

"Oh that was great," she breathed when her climax finally subsided. "Really great. Now how about putting your nice hard cock inside me and giving me another come."

She lay there with her chest heaving, trying to catch her breath. I was hard and ready all right and slowly moved over her and into position. I was taking my time to let her catch her breath a little before doing it all over again. She, however, was in a bit of a hurry. She wrapped her legs around me and raised her bottom off of the floor to meet my cock. She reached between us, took hold of it, and guided it into her now very wet pussy. There was a loud groan from us as I sank it all the way into her in one long delicious thrust. I hoped the camcorder was catching it all. I leaned over and kissed her again.

"Your face smells like pussy," she said with a giggle. "Anyone I know?"

I didn't answer, I moved my head down her chest and sucked on one of her delicious long hard nipples as I pumped my rigid cock and in and out of her clenching wet pussy. My very own sister was one marvelous fuck.

After pumping away inside her for a little while, and enjoying her marvelous nipples. I decided it was time for a little doggie style fucking and to hold the camcorder and have it record my hard cock going in and out of Cinnamon's nice tight and very wet pussy. "How about we do a little doggie style and I get that on the video?" I suggested.

"This is pretty nice, but okay. I would rather come all over your nice cock this way rather than doggie, but we can do that for a little."

We separated and I put the camcorder on pause and removed it from the tripod. Cinnamon got on all fours and waited for me. With the camcorder now in my hand, I turned it back on and used my other hand to guide my cock into Cinnamon's waiting pussy. My cock was all wet and glistening in the viewfinder as I slid it all the way into her, going all the way in with one slow push.

Now I recorded my cock going in and out of my sister. Her pussy seemed to be wiping that slick sex juice off of me each time I came back out of her. It was so hot to watch, and even hotter recording it. Probably more for the camcorder than anything, she started moaning a little louder. Pretty soon she put her head and shoulders down on the floor. That afforded the camcorder an even better shot of my cock going in and out of her pussy. It also caused my cock to have to bend a little as it went in and out, getting me even closer to coming. It wasn't long before I felt the need to stop and put the camcorder back on the tripod. Either that or I was going to unload my come into my sister in just a few more seconds! "Time to put this back on the tripod and get back to what we were doing," I said.

"Getting a little excited are we?" she asked. "Getting a little close for comfort? About ready to squirt in you sister?"

"You have that right!" I said as I returned the camcorder to the tripod. "How about we go back to good old missionary like we were?"

"That's good," she said rolling over onto her back and getting into roughly the same place she had been before. "I love to come that way."

"Better than on top?"

"That's okay too, but given a preference, I think I like being on the bottom best."

I turned the camcorder back on, got back between her legs and slipped back inside her tight little pussy.

"Nice and fast," she demanded. "Fuck me nice and hard; make me feel it. Really fuck me," she growled.

I thought I was doing it sort of hard, but I stepped up the pace and started to really slam it into her. That got her to moaning more and more. I had to put my hands under her shoulders and hang onto her to keep from sliding her across the floor. I was beginning to wonder if we weren't both going to have rug burns after this was over. Maybe the bed would have been a better idea. Too late now. I kept pumping my cock in and out of her and doing it nice and hard too. From the sound of her moaning, she was getting close, and this sort of fucking was sure getting me to the point of no return very quickly. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my back, keeping her little bottom off of the floor. Now her fingernails began to rake my back; it was nearly painful, but at the same time highly erotic.

"OH GOD YES," she screamed. "I'M GONNA COME REAL SOON...REAL SOON. FUCK ME NICE AND HARD DAVE. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"

That was it, I couldn't take it any longer I had hit the point of no return and then some. "I'M COMING!" I screamed, "OH GOD YES, I'M COMING!" I felt that first delicious blast of come start up my hard cock shaft and launch itself deep inside my sister's pussy. It was so intense that I stopped pumping for a few seconds while the first few spurts of my thick hot sperm shot into her. Only then could I resume pumping away at her again, going just as hard and fast as before. Now she started to climax again.

"OH YEA, I'M COMING TOO!" Cinnamon shrieked. "OH FUCK ME DAVE, FUCK ME - FUCK ME!"

There was a lot of moaning and groaning from both of us as I unloaded another load of my hot sperm into her waiting throbbing pussy. It was another marvelous come that lasted and then seemed to catch a second wind and another peak before it was finally over. From the sound Cinnamon was making, it sounded like hers was about the same.

I lay there on top of her for a minute or so before removing myself from her and turning the camcorder off. Still breathing hard, I flopped down on the carpet next to her. "Thanks," I said, "you were great!"

"You weren't too bad yourself," she said still breathing hard.

We lay there for a while catching our breath.

"It was nice to be able to tell someone what I do just for once." Cinnamon said after a few minutes. "I have to lie my ass off to everyone else. I haven't even told our parents the truth, and I don't think I would dare either. Dad would go ballistic and I'm not sure how Mom would take it."

"I'm not sure how they would take it, but I imagine it wouldn't be with wild enthusiasm," I offered. "Who actually owns this little operation anyway?"

"Airline Consultant Management? Originally it started out as a function of a secret presidential finding well before 9-11. The original concept, as I understood it, was to be a joint NSA and Secret Service venture, but the Secret Service, basically being cops, didn't want to sully their sterling reputation with doing underhanded deeds that they were absolutely sure were going to get out of hand that would result in dead bodies lying around that Congress would ask questions about sooner or later. The NSA had a lot more faith in its people and set up the operation. The CIA, by the way, is not chartered to do dirty deeds to people in-country and was a little leery of this in the first place; not that they didn't think they could do it - they were sure they could - it just wasn't their bailiwick. They, like the Secret Service were pretty sure some amateurs were going to screw it up royally. So, the NSA got the job. However, post 9-11 various operations, departments, and such were traded around like so many baseball trading cards. Right now I really don't know who claims Airline Consultant Management as theirs. That part is really secret and on a need to know basis, and believe me, they don't think I need to know. I wouldn't be surprised if it was owned by Homeland Security the way they have scooped operations they happen to like."