Hierarchy of Needs Ch. 02

"No problem."

Ashley hadn't even hesitated at the idea of me holding the camera. Why would she? I'd seen her cum dozens of times - on-camera, off-camera. Watching each other cum was just something we did now; no big deal.

I loved my life.

And so she'd freely allowed me to film her getting off, not even blinking an eye as I moved the camera in for a closeup of her pulsating pussy.

No big deal.

I uploaded the video to her computer and watched her watch it. She was transfixed.

I guess she'd never watched herself back before. Like I said, recording stuff from the cam sites is a bit of a hassle. It can be done, but we'd never bothered.

She'd never bothered. I had about a hundred hours on my hard-drive, just in case I ever screwed up and lost access to my sister's work. To her mind. Even if the shows stopped, even if she stopped letting me watch her get off, I wanted to have something I could use to remember the good times.

Ashley smiled at the sight of herself smiling on-camera. She leaned in slightly as the Hitachi made its way between her legs.

She bit her lip at the close-up of her clit.

And then, when it was done, she turned to me with an earnest look on her face.

"What did you think?"

I smiled, and launched into feedback.

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It took six more takes before I was 'happy' with the video.

I'd expected us to do it over the course of a few days, but...fuck. My sister, it turns out, is a machine. As soon as I said "action", it was like she hadn't cum for a week. At my instruction, she was pleading with the camera, begging the audience to let her cum. When I nodded, she became coquettish, flirting with the webcam as she began to strip.

And when she pulled out her toy and got to work, it never took her more than ten minutes to get off.

Even on the last take. She'd been cumming for hours at that point, but she still managed to hit her peak to exactly match my suggested timing.

I'd call 'cut', we'd watch the tape, she'd blush and squirm and smile at the sight of her own writhing body, and then turn to me for feedback.

When I finally signed off on the seventh video, my sister looked like she wanted to burst with excitement. She threw herself at me, and gave me a naked, sweaty hug.

I hugged her back, carefully angling myself so that she wouldn't notice my erection.

Even if I never got any further with Ashley, even if this was it...god. The memory of her bare tits, pressed against my shirt; my hands, gently holding her back...the smell of her pussy filling the air.

It was heavenly.

I considered telling her I needed to go to bed, or that I wanted to jerk off, but her excitement was contagious. Instead, I spent the next hour and a half setting everything up; finding the webhost the other camgirls use, uploading the video, updating her profile with the details.

By the time I was done, I was starting to hit a wall, but my sister was still thrumming with excitement.

If I'd offered to shoot another video, I had no doubt that she would have enthusiastically agreed.

Instead, I went into my room and slept, too tired to even jerk off.

###

Ashley awoke me in the morning, a huge grin on her face.

"Guess the number," she said. I'm guessing our parents weren't home, because she was completely naked.

Waking up to the sight of Ashley's bare tits was something I was getting used to. I loved my life.

"Three point one four," I mumbled, not sure what she was talking about.

"No," she laughed. "The video."

My forehead crinkled.

"Sales?"

"Yeah."

"How have you had any sales? You haven't done a show since...-"

"I was too wired to sleep, so I stayed up and did a show for a few hours. Guess the number!"

"Six."

"Sixty-five," she said, and I sat up in surprise.

"What?"

"Yeah," she laughed. "I priced it at 500 credits, like you suggested...that's almost a thousand bucks!"

The cam sites take a portion of every credit. I don't remember the exact split, but Ashley certainly does.

"That's insane," I said, rubbing my eyes. Ashley bounced with joy, causing other parts of her to bounce as well.

I moved my hands away from my face and enjoyed the show.

"Thanks so much," she said, her eyes suddenly filling with sincerity. "Seriously, Jacob. I really appreciate all the help you've given me."

"Happy to," I said casually. "I know how important this is to you."

"Yeah," she said, a faraway look in her eyes.

For a moment, my heart almost stopped. Crap. Why had I reminded her how important this was to her? From there, it was a short path to questioning why it was so important, and why her brother was involved, and then she might go exploring, find the filing cabinets, go through hers, recognize my hand-writing...

Before my train of thought could turn into a full-blown filing cabinet, she continued.

"Jacob..."

"Yeah?"

I totally failed at sounding casual, but I don't think Ashley even noticed.

"I'm thinking..."

"What?"

"You've done so much for me, I don't even want to ask."

"What is it?"

My sister took a deep breath, and put her hand on my hand.

"Will you help me make some more videos? I know it's a little weird, but you're so good at it."

Mentally breathing a sigh of relief, I nodded.

"Of course," I replied, doing a much better job of sounding chill. "Not a problem."

"Great," she said. "Thanks so much!"

A smile spread over my face as I watched her bare ass skip out of my room.

This was going even better than I'd hoped.

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Over the next few weeks, I helped my sister make almost two dozen more masturbation videos. Hitachi vids, bath vids, some in which she got off using only her hands, even one or two where she squirted. We talked about doing one in a public park (an idea which Ashley was very excited by) but eventually abandoned the idea.

I told my sister it was because I didn't want to risk her getting in trouble. That was definitely part of it, but just as importantly: if something did go wrong, I didn't want it to come out that her brother was her director.

The videos did well. Better than I was expecting, honestly. On one level, it was kind of nice, knowing that I wasn't a total freak - my sister really was impossibly desirable. Yeah, it was still messed up that I was attracted to my own sister, but it wasn't entirely my fault.

She really was superhumanly attractive. Some kind of sex goddess.

And soon, she'd be mine.

With each video, I got more and more picky. The first few took less than ten takes before I was 'satisfied', but as we kept going, I kept demanding more and more reshoots. The last masturbation video took almost fifty attempts before I signed off on it.

Ashley never once complained, no matter how far I pushed it. She knew how important it was to get everything right; she completely believed that I was doing it all for her, for her success. She'd get herself off again and again, following my every instruction. If I told her to grab her nipple, she'd grab her nipple. If I told her to act like a tiger...she was immediately one-hundred percent tiger.

It was such a turn-on, having my flushed, sweaty, orgasming sister obeying my every command. In order to avoid my voice interrupting the videos, we'd worked out some silent commands. When I shook my head, she'd slow down whatever she was doing. When I tilted my head to the side, she'd perform louder and more enthusiastically.

And when I tilted my head down and stared intensely at her, my sister would cum.

We only ever used these signals when we were filming, of course, but man it was tempting to test them out somewhere else. Yeah, I can't imagine my sister would just abruptly orgasm in public, but isn't that how Pavlovian training works? She'd cum more than a hundred times at the sight of my tilted head...I was so curious to know what would happen if I used it at the dinner table. Even in front of our parents, I was sure it would turn her on, if not make her spontaneously cum.

I didn't do it, of course. Fun though the idea was, everything was going so well. There was no chance I was going to take any kind of risk with it all now. Especially not such a stupid risk.

But the idea was a huge turn-on.

After the first dozen videos, Ashley presented me with a dilemma:

She offered me a cut of the profits.

On one hand, I knew how hard that must have been for her. I'd made money such a high priority for my sister. It must have killed her to offer me part of it, even the (almost insultingly) low percentage she'd offered. If I accepted, she might decide that she'd be better off just making them by herself. Sure, they might not be as polished, but she'd get to keep one hundred percent of the earnings.

But if I rejected it, I risked her wondering why I was helping her. Like, these videos took serious hours to put together; why would a brother do this and turn down the money? My motives wouldn't really stand up to a whole lot of questioning.

In the end, I passed on the money, and told her that she'd 'owe me' a favor. With a look of relief, Ashley agreed - 'anything', she told me. Anything I wanted.

Little did she know, it wouldn't be long before she gave me everything.

***

If I'm being honest, what happened next was a fluke.

I had a plan for how to progress...but before I could do anything about it, our internet dropped out.

Ever since I turned twelve, I've always been in charge of dealing with our ISP. When I was younger, it was something I was so proud of; I'm sure my parents could have dealt with it, but it made me feel important, grown-up. I'd happily spend hours on hold, doing whatever needed to be done to get the internet back up and running.

These days, it was a bit of a chore, but I didn't mind doing it. As we'd gone from dial-up to DSL to Cable, my parents had stopped keeping up with the changes, so I was fairly sure I was the only person in the house who could handle it.

Then, all of a sudden, my slightly obnoxious responsibility became a boon.

I was asleep when it happened. For the second time in a month, I was awoken by my naked sister.

"Jacob. Jacob, wake up!"

She'd been in the middle of a show when the connection was lost. My sister, naked, pleading for my help. I swear I'd literally had this dream before.

I stumbled out of bed and fumbled around with her computer, but nothing I did worked. After half an hour of impromptu middle-of-the-night tech support, I realized what had happened. It wasn't just us; half the neighborhood had lost their internet.

There was nothing I could do.

Ashley's panic levels went through the roof when I told her. I don't blame her; aside from breathing, eating, personal safety, and trusting me, her two highest priorities were exhibiting her body and making money. The internet was her main source for fulfilling both of those needs.

My first instinct, of course, was just to fix the problem. Not by getting our home internet back up and running; there was nothing I could do about that. But I could have bought an internet dongle, or even just changed my sister's phone plan to allow tethering.

Getting her back online would have been a piece of cake.

But it soon occurred to me...maybe this was an opportunity.

The longer my sister went without the internet, the more my sister would be deprived of outlets for her desires. She'd be desperate. Needy.

Horny.

Fate had handed me a free card, and I was ready to use it.

After telling Ashley that there was nothing that could be done and instructing her to go to sleep, I crept into the small room, and readjusted my sister's files. This time, I was sure to triple-check my every action; the internet dropping out had been a lucky break. I didn't want to blow my chance.

'Short-Term Wealth' was restored to its former position in the middle of the drawer. I didn't want her having a nervous breakdown about her income stream suddenly drying up.

'Exhibitionism' stayed where it was - opening it up and skimming through the files, I was surprised to see that things had changed. The order was different than I remembered, and it looked like new folders and subfolders had appeared.

It made sense, really. Before the iPhone, I'm sure that no one had 'Check Social Media Every Few Minutes' as a priority. As your life shifts and changes, so must your files. Ashley spent so much time and energy on exhibitionism; her needs changed, and her priorities soon followed.

Last time I'd gone through, I'd been looking for 'Exposure To Family Members' and come up short. That folder still didn't exist. I could have added it, I suppose, but it seemed unnecessarily risky.

Especially considering some of the new discoveries I made within her folder.

'Needing Confirmation Of Exposure' might have been there the last few times I explored Ashley's folder, but I certainly hadn't noticed it. Or, if I had, I hadn't understood what it meant.

The brain, my Dad had once told me, is extraordinarily malleable. I hadn't really known what he was talking about (or why he was talking about it to me) but now I was starting to get it.

I'd made Exhibitionism a high priority for my sister. With that need, had come insecurities, I guess. Showing off your body is all good and well, but if you don't know that the other person has seen it, is it really exhibitionism?

I moved the sheet of paper to the front of her folder.

Getting attention is something that most people want naturally; exhibitionism is just a sexual take on the idea. Showing off your body to others fulfills a need to see oneself as attractive and desirable. Valuable.

My sister's Self-Esteem folder had, I was sure, moved up since the last time I'd explored her cabinet. Remember, that didn't mean that her self-esteem was any higher; it just meant that maintaining a healthy self-esteem was a higher priority.

I guess if your life revolves around your body being assessed by others, you need to take more time to ensure that your opinion of yourself isn't altered. If strangers are sharing their opinion of you daily, you probably want to separate your self-worth from their opinions.

Opening the folder, I found a 'Sexual Pride' folder, front and center. That certainly hadn't been there when all this had started.

I couldn't help but smile to myself at the progress I'd already made.

I took the folder out and moved it higher in her priority list. She was so used to all those guys being fixated on her, heaping her with sexual praise. Without the internet, I'd be able to starve her of that, force her to find someone else to fulfill that role.

Closing the cabinet, I slowly left the room, my mind buzzing with plans.

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The next morning, I was again woken up by my sister. This time, she wasn't naked and desperate - she was fully-clothed and cranky.

"Jacob," she hissed. "Jacob! When is the internet going to be up and running again?"

"Soon," I grunted, but Ashley refused to let me sleep.

With a sigh, I got up and started making calls. Sure enough, the problem wasn't going away anytime soon. When my sister was out of earshot, I told the ISP to take their time, that there was really no rush.

I'm probably the only person in history who's ever been grateful for the ineptitude of an internet service provider.

When I informed my family of the result, my parents didn't really care (they mostly used the internet at work, and watched TV at home) but I could see Ashley's face drop.

That night, Ashley dressed up to go out. She wore a black coat over the top, but her bare ankles and six-inch stilettos told me what her plans was.

She was returning to the stage.

Considering how excited I'd been when my sister had started stripping, you'd think I would have realized it would be her fallback option. She'd been fired from one club, but I'm sure there were others who would take her - especially if they were aware of her new career as a camgirl. I hadn't yet seen any of her masturbation videos hit reddit or the torrent sites, but I'm sure it wouldn't be long.

My sister was probably going to be internet famous before too long. I wasn't sure how to feel about that.

As soon as my sister was out the door, I made a beeline for her cabinet. 'Personal safety' was still above exhibitionism, but clearly that wasn't enough to deter her. After all, there were plenty of bouncers around - as long as she didn't do anything stupid, she'd be able to get her thrills from the dozens of gawking eyes, in a relatively risk-free environment.

Even if I called the club and tried to get her fired or whatever, without 'income' as a priority, there were plenty of ways to show her body off.

I needed to do something to keep her in the house. Having the internet reconnected was an option, of course, but not one I wanted to take. No...something told me a better solution was somewhere in one of the endless folders in Ashley's filing cabinet.

It was less than twenty minutes later that I found it. Within her 'Socialization' folder, there was a folder dedicated to 'Avoiding Awkward Situations'.

Obviously no one likes awkward situations, but I guess different people prioritize avoiding them differently. I remember there was one guy in my gym class who didn't seem to care who he offended, or how uncomfortable he made people.

Me, I've always hated that moment where you wave back at someone and realize they were waving at the person behind you.

Ew. Just thinking about it gave me the willies. Maybe I needed to move that folder back in my own cabinet.

Flipping through my sister's awkward situations folder, I made a powerful discovery.

Unlike her 'Exhibitionism' folder, this one did specify family members.

There were several subfolders: 'Avoiding Socially Awkward Situations With Friends', 'Avoiding Socially Awkward Situations With Strangers', 'Avoiding Socially Awkward Situations With Colleagues', and to my delight, 'Avoiding Socially Awkward Situations With Family Members'.

I've already mentioned that this filing cabinet defied all physics. Like, it controlled my sister's priorities - that probably should have been the first hint that it didn't follow the standard laws of the universe. As well as that, it went on forever. Like, I literally think there were infinite folders within the drawer - no matter how many I looked at, there were always more. Thin folders contained thick folders, some of them nested beyond all reason.

And all of it fit in a single drawer.

When I opened the 'Avoiding Socially Awkward Situations With Family Members' subfolder up, I noticed something else unusual. This folder had been inside 'Avoiding Socially Awkward Situations', which, in turn, was inside 'Socialization'.

It looked like it contained a few dozen pieces of paper (though I suspect if I'd started counting them, they would have numbered in the hundreds), all of which managed to simultaneously be right next to each other...but also quite far apart.

Like, at the front of the folder was 'Avoiding Letting Mom And Dad Catch Me Camming.' Fair enough - that was clearly a high priority for her. The next piece of paper was titled 'Avoiding Talking To Mom And Dad About sex', and then 'Avoiding Farting In The Same Room As Mom' (which is a whole Thing).

But between the infinite papers specifying our parents and the first one about me, there was...a gap. Like, I couldn't see it, but I knew it was there. And when I examined the gap, I discovered that not only did these folders sometimes nest infinite subfolders, they also contained the rest of the cabinet.

In the gap between 'Avoiding Watching Movies With Sex Scenes While Mom And Dad Are Around' and 'Avoiding Letting Jacob Find My Porn Collection' were several folders - 'Body Maintenance', 'Cleanliness', 'Cooking', 'Cleaning'.