Hierarchy of Needs Ch. 02

But ever since her brother had started being the one holding the camera, it'd been...different, somehow.

Jacob was her brother. He was gracious enough to help her out, of course, but when a camera is just clipped to the side of a monitor, it's just a piece of plastic. A powerful piece of plastic, but still an inanimate object.

When it's being held by your brother who's telling you exactly how and where and when to cum, things are going to change.

Not for the worse, fortunately. Her brother really knew what he was doing, and Ashley was happy to obey, to do whatever he suggested.

After all, it was for the videos.

Making the perfect video had become an obsession, and if that meant following Jacob's every instruction, that was what she'd do. It hadn't surprised Ashley when she'd found herself becoming such a perfectionist; it'd been the same when she'd taken up bowling in Junior High. She'd been back at the lanes every week until she'd finally done it; she'd hit a perfect game.

This was the same thing, just a lot more...naked.

And profitable.

To avoid things being weird, Ashley had personified the camera. It wasn't her brother ordering her around; it was the camera. The camera wanted exactly what she wanted: to make the perfect video. The camera had given her fans, fame, wealth. The camera was her ticket to a better life.

Ashley wasn't delusional; she knew that it was Jacob behind the camera. But in the moment, it was easier to think of the camera. After all, who wants to think of their brother when they cum?

The blush was back.

That separation had gotten harder as they'd developed a more sophisticated language. Jacob would tilt his head to the side, she'd ramp things up. He'd tilt forward and stare at her, she'd cum.

But if she didn't think about it too hard, it still all worked. Her partner in business, the camera, was the one signalling to her. It was just...using her brother to communicate.

And so now, as her brother guided her favorite sex toy between her legs, Ashley focused on the camera.

The camera.

It wasn't her little brother getting her off. It wasn't her little brother masterfully sliding the toy up her thighs, toying with her, pausing, causing her to shiver with anticipation. It wasn't Jacob shifting her favorite vibrator onto her pussy, making her bite her lip, knowing exactly how much pressure she liked, causing jolts of pleasure to pass through her body...

It was the camera.

Because otherwise, it would be weird.

It was very important to Ashley that things didn't get weird. For most people, they would have crossed that line a long time ago, but her relationship with Jacob was special. Very special.

There was that blush again.

It was honestly one of the things that she most proud of. If any of her friends' brothers had discovered their sister was a camgirl, they probably would have been really judgmental about it. Jacob had not only been cool, he'd actually helped - her income had been decent before, but with his help it had gone through the stratosphere.

Most siblings would probably have freaked out at the sight of their sister masturbating. But Jacob and her were clearly cut from the same cloth; he'd not only taken it in stride, but been comfortable enough to jerk off in front of her. After all, it was a natural bodily function, like blowing your nose.

Blowing your nose, blowing your load. Same difference, right?

Being comfortable getting off in front of each other had even managed to bring them to a new level of closeness. It wasn't 'normal' - Ashley knew that - but somehow that just made it even more intimate. They were so comfortable around each other, they could get off in the same room, knowing that they wouldn't be judged or scorned by the other.

They could get off while they were in the same bed. It wasn't sexual. Well, it was sexual, but only in a biological way. It wasn't like he was attracted to her.

Or her to him, she blushed.

Even when she'd been cut off from the internet, worked up, cooped up, desperate for attention...as she'd danced for him, all her pent up arousal had somehow boiled over, and she'd cum in front of him.

For him.

Her orgasm had been triggered by the sound of his arousal.

Most siblings would have found that super weird, but Jacob had never brought it up, never made a thing out of it.

She was so, so lucky to have a brother like Jacob. He was so smart, such a good director, so good with his hands...

"Ungh..."

Like, there was a great example. Ashley had accidentally let out a moan of arousal, but Jacob wouldn't be weird about it. He'd know that it was for the video they were making - the best video they'd made yet. God she wanted to make a perfect video. Jacob wouldn't even suspect that the sound had come from her thinking of him, of how good he was at using the toy, at the thought of imagining his hands on her directly...

Her eyes wide, Ashley turned her attention back to the camera. The camera, the camera, the camera. She was doing this for the camera. For her audience.

The heat between her legs was growing, and as Jacob - the camera - pressed the toy against her vibrator, Ashley arched her back with arousal. She'd gotten incredibly good at controlling her orgasm while she masturbated - after all, that was now her job - but this was different. For the first time since her adventurous night at the strip club, someone else was between her legs. Someone else was in control.

Her brother.

The camera.

Jacob.

The camera.

Ashley's eyes fluttered, and she glanced at her brother - the camera - for guidance. He'd know what to do. He'd know what would make the best video. He was getting her more worked up than she'd expected, and if he wasn't careful, she'd cum, far earlier than they'd planned.

He really was very good with his hands.

To her disappointment, Jacob's attention wasn't on her.

Well, it was on her, just not on her face. He was staring, transfixed, at her glistening pussy.

"Ungh!"

Ashley loved attention; ever since her awakening on the bus, she'd known that she was a true exhibitionist. She had no idea why it had taken almost two decades to discover this fact about herself, but she didn't care. It was who she was, to the core.

It was why she loved her job so much; it was why she had such affection for the camera.

The camera.

But ever since she'd stopped stripping, the majority of her attention had been virtual. She knew the hungry eyes were there, of course. The jangling sound of donations, the lewd comments she got in her chat room; she had several channels of feedback, feeding her need, making her feel seen, watched.

Wanted.

She had no shortage of exhibitionistic outlets, but having someone there in person (even her brother) transfixed by her snatch, clearly aroused, dedicated to bringing her pleasure...

"Oh!"

That one caught Jacob's attention; he glanced up at her and nodded, their signal for her to be more vocal.

"Ohhhh..." Ashley moaned, surprising herself with the intensity of her outburst.

Pull it together, girl, she silently told herself. At this rate, this video was going to be a complete bust, and they'd have to do it again, and again, and again...

"Ohhh..."

To make the perfect video, of course. That was why she was doing this. For the money. Because it was her job.

For the camera.

That was absolutely what it was.

Jacob had pressed the toy against her clit, just how she liked it. Exactly how she liked it. She couldn't have done a better job herself.

The thought made her blush. He was getting her off better than she could.

"Harder..." she gasped. "Please...harder!"

Her words were just for show. They'd decided on a script ahead of time. No matter what Ashley's brother had done, she would have said the same thing.

As far as Ashley knew, her brother had never had a girlfriend. Apparently watching her get herself off several hundred times had served as a crash course in how to please a woman...or maybe just her specifically.

It probably wouldn't transfer to other women. No, she'd inadvertently trained her brother to expertly and exclusively get her off.

Ashley knew that thought shouldn't have made her smile, but it did.

Jacob was looking at her again, and she tried to refocus her attention. He tilted his head to the side, and she increased her passion.

Not particularly hard. Considering that she was his first ever woman, he was...-

"Oh, fuck."

Jacob raised one eyebrow. That hadn't been part of the script.

Ashey's outburst had been completely involuntary. She'd never thought about her brother's inexperience before, not really. Their casualness around each other had meant that she never thought of what they were doing as something sexual, and so she'd never considered that she was probably the first woman he'd seen naked.

The first woman he'd seen cum.

The first woman who'd seen him cum.

For the rest of his life, Jacob would be comparing every sexual encounter he had with her. Every time he assessed a woman's body, their orgasm, the sounds they made when they were turned on...he'd be directly comparing them to her.

And Ashley knew she'd be hard to measure up against.

The thought was surprisingly hot.

Had she accidentally ruined her brother for other women? He'd still be able to enjoy watching other camgirls, but in the flesh?

She tried to think about something else - anything else - but the thought was in her head, and it wasn't going away.

From Jacob's point of view, she knew that what they were doing was purely professional. It was really important for her to know that. If what they were doing wasn't professional, then...well, she didn't want to think about it.

She wanted to keep things normal between them.

Their relationship was completely platonic. Jacob was doing this to help his sister with her job. And more than that -he was getting paid for this too. It wasn't like this was something they were doing for fun.

Fun though it was.

They were friends, siblings, but right now - as he increased the intensity of the toy pressing against her clit, filling her with erotic energy, making her feel like a swarm of butterflies had formed in her stomach and were flying through her entire nervous system - right now, this was a professional relationship.

He was just doing a job.

Of course...job or no job, it wasn't like he was just watching any more. It wasn't like the first time he was with a real woman - well, a woman who wasn't his sister - he'd still be dazed by the fact that he got to touch her, that he'd get her off.

He was doing that with her, right now.

And Ashley hadn't let herself think about it, not really, but she knew they'd be doing more than that. She'd seen the kinds of videos she'd have to make, if she wanted to stay competitive.

If she wanted to continue to improve.

And Ashley knew for sure that she wanted to continue to improve.

She'd have to move past toys, and Jacob was the only one she could trust. They'd move past him controlling plastic.

He'd touch her, directly.

She'd touch him.

She'd jerk him off for the camera - it'd look great. He had a really beautiful cock...not that she'd ever looked at it that way.

He'd cum on her body. On her face. She'd lick his seed off her skin, smiling at the camera as she did.

She'd swallow Jacob's seed.

She'd suck his cock.

She'd suck her brother's cock on camera, and she'd love it.

Ashley's eyes rolled back in her head as she came, her orgasm overcoming fast enough that she didn't have time to give Jacob any of the signals they'd mastered over the hundreds of videos they'd shot together. Her entire body twitched with pleasure as her climax rolled over her, quicker than she'd expected. The combination of her brother's unanticipated skill and her own surprisingly dirty thoughts had gotten her off faster than she'd ever cum before.

She just hoped it hadn't ruined the video. Because if it had, they'd have to film it again. And again, and again, and again...

As she came, Jacob continued to press the vibrator against her clit, causing the ripples of pleasure to echo, to fade out slower than they would have otherwise...

When the room stopped spinning with pleasure, Ashley smiled up at her brother. He'd been so good. So, so good.

So professional.

"Cut!" he said, a slight frown on his face. He didn't look mad, just...disappointed.

Ashley blinked twice, her cheeks red with post-orgasmic glow.

"So," Jacob said thoughtfully. "I have some notes..."

***

Do you know what C.S. Lewis thought was the most beautiful word in the English language?

He was extremely religious (Aslan is Jesus and all that) so you might think it was, like, forgiveness or mercy or grace.

But no. He thought the most beautiful word in all of English was 'cellar door'.

When I first heard that, it didn't make sense to me. Like, I hear cellar door (which I guess is two words, now that I think about it) and I think dark and dusty and damp. Definitely not, like, beauty.

But then one day I saw a thread discussing it, except they didn't spell it as two words. They spelled it 'Selador', and I suddenly got it. There's something about the way it rolls off the tongue, it has an almost ethereal quality. Selador.

So if you'd asked my opinion up to about a week ago, I would probably have said yeah, cellar door/Selador is the most beautiful word in the English language. At least, I wouldn't have been able to come up with anything more striking.

But then, all of a sudden, the word 'rehearsal' became very important in my life.

Rehearsal. Such a great word. Such a beautiful concept.

It turns out no, practice doesn't make perfect. Practice, in the right circumstances, is perfection.

We were halfway through filming a video when the thought first struck me.

And you might be wondering how it was even possible for me to be getting my sister off and able to think of anything else. Which, fair enough, good point.

When I was kid, one of our cousins got an annual Disneyland pass, but when we went to visit they'd sometimes be like "Eh, no, I don't really want to go this weekend". It just didn't make any sense. It was Disneyland. But now that I'm a little older, I get it. It's like eating chocolate for every meal; after a while, you start craving something a little more solid.

Don't get me wrong. Getting my sister off, controlling her orgasm, making her cum...it was better than Disneyland. Better than chocolate. And far better than Chocolate Disneyland (which frankly sounds like a disaster).

I was nowhere close to getting sick of it. Watching my sister's eyelids twitch as my hand brought her to climax - it was the most erotic experience I'd ever had. The best experience of my life, period.

But as she moaned, I found myself wanting to give her notes.

Partially, and I know this is going to sound weird, because directing these videos had actually made me a bit of a perfectionist. I had to fool my sister into thinking that I was, after all, and I guess you eventually become the mask you wear. To keep up the ruse that I was a complete expert, I'd found myself watching a bunch of cinematography stuff on YouTube, buying similar vids the ones we were making, and watching them critically. So, yeah, I had some pretty good ideas about how to improve the execution.

But mostly because I didn't just want to make my sister cum.

Le me rephrase. I didn't just want to get my sister cum.

Experiencing Ashley getting off: watching her face and hearing her sounds and smelling the scent of her pussy...it was the hottest thing I'd ever been a part of.

But it had never been the end goal.

Sex With Ashley was the finishing line, and the only way to cross it was to keep on moving. I guess you can argue that what we were doing was a form of sex, but not really. I didn't just want to give my sister orgasms, glorious though that was.

I wanted to experience them from inside her.

I wanted to feel her wrapped around my dick, experience the sensations of Ashley milking the cum out of me. To see her on her knees in front of me, enthusiastically obeying my every whim.

To know that my sister lived to be my personal sex-toy.

And so I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until Ashley understood exactly what I liked. What I wanted from her.

The end goal wasn't just to get my sister off, it was to make her yield to my every desire.

For that to work, she needed to be obedient. She needed to know what I wanted, and give it to me, ideally before I even asked.

She needed to be desperate to please me.

So when my sister moaned in a weird way, or came too early, or got distracted and forgot to present her body to me the exact way I wanted, it bugged me.

I'd accepted it at first - again, you get infinite free trips to Disneyland, you don't complain about the parking - but then an alternative had occurred to me.

Rehearsal.

What a beautiful word.

The day after I came up with the idea, my sister's lips were stretched around one of her toys - a big black dildo one of her fans had bought her - and my hand was between her legs.

We were rehearsing.

"Rehearsing."

I'd told her (not entirely dishonestly) that I didn't have a huge amount of experience touching a woman, and that I wanted to be able to get better at it with real-time feedback, hearing exactly what she liked in the moment (without the distraction of needing to hold a camera at the same time).

Ashley, very flatteringly, had told me that she doubted I had anything to worry about, but I'd insisted.

The first few times she hadn't been deepthroating a sex toy, of course. She hadn't even been wearing make-up. From the outside, you might have thought it was an experienced woman guiding her new boyfriend through the mechanisms of sex. You never would have guessed that we were brother and sister.

She'd just moved my hand to her freshly-shaved pussy, and was talking me through how she liked to be touched.

I'm going to be honest; none of it was a surprise. I'd watched my sister get off more times than I'd eaten cereal. (And a few times, I'd done both at once.) Ashley was often naked, sometimes fully-clothed, occasionally dressed up in all manner of costumes. I'd seen her use her hands, toys...and, of course, I'd started using toys on her.

But to actually touch her? We were crossing the most taboo line yet.

And while a part of me wished that I had video record of my first time laying hands directly upon my sister's pink pussy, there was something so hot about the intimacy of it.

This wasn't for money. This wasn't for an audience.

This was my sister, showing me how to touch her.

My sister was guiding my hand, showing me how she wanted me to get her off.

As my finger parted Ashley's lips, dipping into the wetness inside, it was all I could do not to groan aloud.

She was watching me, so I made sure to keep my poker face. This was business. Educational. I wasn't touching my sister because I wanted to get her off, I was learning how it worked so the videos would be better.

To make both of us more money.

So far as my sister was concerned, it definitely had nothing to do with a long-held sexual fantasy, or moving one step closer feeling my dick inside her.

As the first lesson continued, my sister got quieter and quieter. Her eyes began to cloud with lust, and I caught her biting her lip once or twice. I pretended to be dispassionately interested, asking questions about what this felt like, and if she enjoyed it if I did that.