Proud to be in Porn

It was at some point around puberty, when I figured, that I wanted to be in porn. It's not that I was exceptionally pretty young woman, but when I talked to my girlfriends, it became clear to me, that my sex drive was exceptional. So why not make a career out of it?

As puberty progressed and I explored my sexuality, I was only more and more convinced, that porn was what I wanted to do. And so, when I turned 18, I figured, that I had to tell my parents.

It was an ordinary evening at dinner. We were talking about school, and consequently what I might think about doing after finishing. So it felt as a perfectly natural point to tell them. I tried to sound confident, but I don't think that I succeeded, when I said:

"Mom, dad, I want to do porn."

The mood shifted immediately. At first, they didn't say a word. I sensed, that maybe it was because they had no clue what to say. The silence seemed to go on forever, but it might only have been seconds before my father spoke. He was trying to restrain himself, but not doing a good job.

"Honey, no! What are you thinking? You don't have to do that, you could do anything, be anything!"

"Well I can't be anything. I mean, it's already to late, if I wanted to be a concert pianist, then I should have started practicing at five!"

At this, my mother chimed in.

"Now sweetie, you know that's not what he meant. You're not stupid, and you're good with people. Why wouldn't you want to do something with that? No parent want's their child to be in... well, you know."

"But it's something that I want to do. And I was hoping, that you'd just accept it. You might think it's weird, and it's really awkward for me, to talk about this with my parents, but I've always had a really strong lust for sex. And I really want to go to work every day, and get laid. Now can we please stop talking about it."

"No, sweetie. We're afraid, that you're going to make a mistake, and that you'll regret till the end of your days. So we're saying, that you shouldn't do porn."

"You can't make me." I said with a raised voice, at which point my parents looked perplexed at each other. Then my mother said.

"I guess we can't. You're a grown woman now. But could you at least promise me this: Will you think about? And I mean deeply think about it. Give it some time, before you jump into anything."

She was giving me the puppy eyes - or tried to anyway - and I couldn't resist. I silently nodded. For the rest of dinner, not a single word was said. Dad was steaming. Mom was looking sad. And I tried not to let them see how shaken I was.

I'm basically a good girl, so I gave it a month. I tried weighing the ups and downs, but as it had always been, I had a hard time coming up with any downs. And so, one evening I came to my mother, who was alone at the kitchen.

I guess she could sense my purpose. I was probably acting more solemn than usual.

"Did you change your mind?"

I shook my head.

"Okay, I guess. Just take care of yourself."

I nodded and began to turn around, when she spoke again.

"And sweetie, please keep your work to yourself. We really don't want to think about what you do."

I guessed, that I could understand that. Frankly, I didn't really feel like talking to my parents about sex anyway. So I nodded, and went to bed. Excited that my grown up life was finally about to start.

Shortly after, I had found an agent and was doing my first shoot. It was a classic recruitment-style video, where the director was playing a casting agent, who would sign me, if I slept with him. It was shot in this cheap looking office, on a big couch - actually, the office of the real casting agent was much nicer.

The director was an okay guy. Mostly, he wasn't to bad looking, and the dick he was packing was nice and thick.

It felt weird being on camera. First we did a little talking, but I was quickly on my knees, sucking on his cock the best I knew. Obviously, I was a little nervous, which you could tell from my performance, but afterwards he said that it was great - it gave the video an authentic touch.

As the blowjob progressed, I became more relaxed. When he finally bent me over the couch and lifted up my miniskirt, I had lost my inhibitions. And when he penetrated my pussy, I was simply enjoying myself.

At that moment I knew, that this was what I wanted to do with my life! I was moaning with pleasure, as he kept pounding me from behind. I could feel his thick tool swell and fill up my pussy.

I felt, he wanted to cum inside me. Hell, I wanted him to cum inside me. In the end though, he pulled out and guided me unto my knees. I eagerly opened my mouth, as he sprayed his warm juices on my face. I swallowed dutifully.

When I did my first shoots, I was still in school, and it wasn't a full time thing. So it was first after I graduated, that I really started to learn the tricks of the trade.

Porn isn't just about having fun and fucking around, I found. You're an entertainer, and so, you have to entertain.

I started a training regiment, strictly focused on being able to do advanced sexual positions - if you want to stay in the business, missionary and doggy just won't cut it. More importantly though, is the acting.

Most people say, that porn actors can't act, and it's kind of true. We're perfectly transparent, when we try to act sad, upset or do more complex emotions. But there's one emotion we know: Arousal.

If you want to be among the top, you have to know, how to look aroused. Both the simple stuff - looking deep into his eyes and letting out small rhythmical whimps, that tell him, that you want him - and of course the over-the-top sex crazed nymphomaniacal slutty kind of arousal.

After having done several shoots a month for a couple of years, I had become good. I had gained a reputation. I had a name. I had fans. I was becoming a star.

Sex on screen had become a second nature. It was a part of me. And I was still enjoying myself every time a well hung stud was plowing me, while the cameras was rolling, and the entire crew was transfixed on the fucking in front of them.

Right around my 22nd birthday, I got a huge job. It wasn't just a video, it was a real production. A movie, with several scenes, and a real story - sort of. This was my big break, and I knew it.

I was celebrating my 22nd birthday back home, with my parents and my big brother. My parents and I hadn't talked about my career since I was 18, as they had wanted it. I, on the other hand, was growing tired of our arrangement. I was succeeding! I just did a huge job! I was a rising star.

My brother had big news too. After working as a portrait photographer for a couple of years, he had finally gotten a job in the movie industry, being director of photography on a small artsy indie film.

After listening to him telling about it, and my parents asking about it, for an entire dinner, I finally had enough.

"You know, I have big news to." I said out of nowhere, and suddenly all eyes where on me.

"I just finished a shoot last week on a movie. It's a huge production, with several big stars, and some of the best crew in the industry."

"That's great honey, but we really don't want to know." Mom said.

"But I want to tell you. You've been sitting around all night listening to Josh' big news, and this is pretty big for me. I'm really good at what I do, and I'm really proud of it, so it hurts, when I cant share it with you!"

My brother was looking down at his plate. Dad was looking nervously at mom, who had been trying to break off my speech.

"Sweetie it's just weird talking about sex with you. We know what you do, and we're glad you're doing good, but it makes us feel queezy."

"Well it shouldn't. It's perfectly natural. It's my job, and I love it. Now you're talking about "how you're looking forward to watching Josh' film", but you should see my work too. It's really good."

Dad, who I think was trying to keep a low profile, finally talked.

"Now that would just be wrong. One thing is talking about it, knowing that you're doing well, but watching it!"

"Yeah sis, it's not really family entertainment." Josh chimed in with a careful smile, tryin to lighten the mood. No one laughed, though.

"It's just sex, and I'm a professional. There are no kids here, and we've all done it. You two have done it at least twice, and I assume that Josh have done it too. So when we gather to watch Josh' work, I'm bringing mine too. You don't have to watch all of it, but at least some of the parts, where I'm still dressed."

So that's how, half a year later, we were sitting in the den. Mom and dad on the couch, Josh and I in recliners on opposite sides.

Neither my parents or me had understood the plot of Josh' movie, but the pictures were beautiful. Meanwhile the three of them had been drinking quite heavily. I think it was because they knew, that my movie came next.

I spared them to much embarrassment though, as I figured we didn't have to watch the first scene, where I wasn't on screen.

So we started at scene two. I was standing in front of my handsome co-star Andrew. He was shirtless, showing of his muscular torso, and I was in a tiny, silken night gown.

Andrew and I were looking intensely into each others eyes. Whispering words, without sound, while the camera spun around us.

"Wow, this is actually some great camera work!" Josh suddenly noted.

I looked at our parents in the couch. Their heads were tilted and turned in an odd fashion, like they were trying both to watch and not watch, at the same time.

On the television, the camera zoomed out, as Andrew was gently lifting the silken black dress above my head, exposing the black lingerie I was wearing. Our lips locked in a deep kiss, and I could sense my parents and my brother try to look away, as Andrew thrust his denim clad pelvis against me.

At the same time, I was getting aroused, watching myself and Andrew on the screen. This scene had indeed been a steamy, deeply erotic experience to shoot. Andrew and I had great chemistry on the set, and now I wanted to relive that wonderful fuck.

Onscreen he removed my bra, cupping my breasts, while leaning in to caress my neck with his tongue. I could still remember the strokes against my exposed skin. How his rugged hand felt, gliding down the soft skin of my neck. Gently massaging my back until it rested at my pantie clad ass.

I could still feel his hands, as it tightened around my buttock. He was caressing my tiny behind, playfully working his fingers in my crack.

Just when I was about to fully loose myself in the memory and the erotica, I became aware of where I was. And that my parents and brother were sitting here with me. Watching the television, where Andrew was soon about to go down on me, with his skillful tongue.

I wondered why they weren't saying anything, like telling me to stop the movie. Maybe they were nervous about hurting my feelings again, so I threw them a lifeline.

"We don't have to watch anymore, if you..."

"Erhmm, yes, well, erhmm, that would be great sweetie." My mother stammered.

"Excuse me, I just..." Josh muttered, as he quickly rose, and dashed towards the toilet.

Mom, dad and me didn't really know how to react to the tent, that we all spied in his pants. We just sat there, with dumb looks on our faces. Mom was the first to start laughing, and shortly after, the three of us were practically rolling on the floor.

We didn't watch any more of my movies together after that, but mom and dad started being more relaxed about what I did for a living. They started asking if my career was going well, and if I had landed any big jobs.

I really appreciated the change, and didn't feel, that I had to hide myself from them anymore.

It was little more than a year after that, and my parents anniversary was coming up. At some point, they had mentioned, that they didn't have any pictures of their kids - or at least, not any recent pictures.

Now Josh was still running his portrait studio to make money. So Josh and me figured, that we could meet there after work hours and take some nice pictures for them. Since it was Josh' studio, this was actually the cheapest thing that we could get them. But also, we believed they would like it.

So, on a Thursday evening, I showed up at Josh' studio. The camera was set up on a tripod and connected to his laptop. There was a light grey background tapestry and the appropriate lighting equipment.

I hadn't been working this day, so I had dressed up from home in a tight black dress. I checked my makeup in a mirror, that had been set up for just that purpose.

"Don't worry sis, you look fine." Josh said, as he entered from a back room.

"I know, but you always have to be diligent, when you go in front of the camera. Things don't appear like they do in real life."

"You don't have to tell me. So, should we get started?"

I walked out in front of the camera. Josh grabbed his remote control for the camera and a stool.

"I thought about using this, as a prop. If you sit on it, I'll stand behind you."

As soon as I was in front of the camera, I could feel my professional self activate, and I simply followed Josh' directions. We did a couple of shots, were I was sitting on the stool. Then tried changing it, but it looked weird, because he was so much taller than me.

We removed the stool and did a couple of shots standing next to each.

"Isn't this a little boring? I noted."

"How do you mean?

"Well, we're standing so far apart, so there's just a whole lot of background in the picture. I just think it looks a little stilted."

"Hmm, you're absolutely right. I was so distracted by being on the other side of the camera, I forgot to direct."

"How about you hold me then? And zoom in, so we get a closer shot?"

"Uhm, sure I guess. Like this?"

Josh placed himself behind me and carefully placed his hands on my sides. I took his arms and drew him forward, so we were hugging back to front, and then I crossed his arms right beneath my chest.

"There, you don't have to be so careful, I won't break."

I said to him.

"Oh, sure sis. I was just trying to, you know, not cross any lines or something."

"Come on now. We're both adults, sort of. Believe me when I say, that it's gonna take more than a hug to cross my lines."

"That actually sounds pretty credible, sis."

Josh seemed a little comforted by this, and held me a little tighter. We took a couple of shots like this, when I noticed, that he might have gotten a little too comfortable: Something was gently poking my ass!

I didn't want to scold him or anything, so I just said in a gentle, teasing tone:

"So that's why, you didn't want to hold me tighter. Not because of me, but because I would be able to feel your little poker?"

He quickly released his hold on me.

"I'm sorry sis, I didn't mean to... or anything!"

"No worries, it's perfectly normal."

"Yea maybe for you, at your job. But when I'm doing family portraits or baby pictures, this isn't really what I'm shooting for. I'm sorry, I just started thinking about our "movie night" last year, and then it just happened. Maybe we should just do some single shots now."

He was so apologetic, I started to feel a little bad for mentioning it. So I simply started making nice poses for the camera, while he moved over to his laptop.

He started directing me, with more confidence, now that he wasn't in the frame anymore. Telling me to smile more and turn this way or that way.

"I guess this isn't the kind of pictures you normally take huh, sis?"

"No, they're usually more like this."

I pressed my breasts together and leaned forwards towards the camera, shaping my mouth as if leaning into a kiss. I held the pose.

"Are you gonna take the picture or what?" I asked

"Well it's hardly suited to go up on moms mantlepiece!"

"Then give her one of the other pictures, lord knows that we've taken a lot of them."

He finally pressed the remote and I heard the shutter. I turned in place, so that I stood sideways to the camera. I put my hands on my lower back, thereby pushing my breast as high as they could, turned m head and looked into the camera.

"You know I've only done movies, not photography, but I've thought about making a series of erotic pictures for a while now. What do you think?"

"Well, I don't really know how to respond to that, sis. I mean, I guess..."

Josh followed my lead, and kept shooting, while I changed poses. He didn't really instruct me or say anything, anymore. I turned my back to the camera, while looking at it over my shoulder, and slowly started to unzip my dress.

"Whoa sis, don't you think that's a bit to far?"

"Come on Josh, you've seen my movies. Or at least part of one. This is my job, taking of my clothes. It's your job taking pictures. We're just professionals here."

I continued opening my dress. Josh seemed to be thinking hard, but kept taking pictures.

"We'll split the money 50/50, when I sell these?" I said and gently stepped out of my dress. I was now standing in my black lingerie, striking sexy, teasing poses, while my brother kept recording it with his camera.

I put a finger under the strop of the bra, slowly sliding it off of my shoulder. Same on the other side.

"I guess that this will be a well payed job, then." Josh answered.

"Or we could be making a special set of photos, just for mom and dads bedroom?" I said with a sarcastic grin. I had removed the bra and was standing only in panties, as the camera kept clicking. I gently cupped my breasts with one hand, hiding my nipples.

"Sure", Josh added in an equally sarcastic tone, while taking a step onto the set: "And I'll just drop my shirt and pants, and we'll recreate the same poses as before, but without clothes!"

"Judging by the now familiar bulge in your pants brother, I'd say that you would like that."

I said and grabbed a hold of his belt pulling him back in front of the camera. Then I started unbuckling it.

"Shit sis, are we still joking?"

"Just keep taking pictures." I said, while gently laughing and pulled the belt away. I slowly opened his pants and slid them down his legs with both hands, no longer covering my breasts.

I started opening his shirt from the bottom, one button at a time. He clicked the remote once for each, until I slid my hands across his shoulders and pushed the shirt down his arms, our torsos pressed together.

"There!" I giggled, as I took a step back "now we're wearing matching outfits, isn't it adorable?"

"Well, I don't know, if I'd say that your black panties matches my white boxers." Josh retorted.

"Ok, let's loose 'em then!" came my quick reply.

Josh averted his eyes when I took hold of my panties and gently pulled them down.

"Don't act like such a prude, I know you're not. Are you still taking pictures?" I asked, while I stuck my rear out towards the camera. The panties being just below my buttocks. I let them fall to the floor and kicked them to the side with rest of our clothes.

Josh was looking at me again. There was a disbelieving grin on his face, when I got down on my knees and started on his boxers. He made a quick look at the ceiling when I began pulling. Being a professional, I knew how to get them off without being slapped by his still hard member.

"Come on, let's try to do some pictures like this." I said. Josh looked at me with an odd face. Also, I think he tried to avoid drawing attention to his rigid dick, which was pointing at his sisters face.

"It doesn't have to be anything sexual" I tried to soothe him, "it'd be just like recreating our baby pictures, sort of".

Instead of answering, he just clicked the remote.

I guided his arm around my shoulder, and we turned to face the camera.

"Remember to smile", I said and gently leaned against him: "And hold me closer, I can only feel your fingertips, I won't break, as I've already said". He started relaxing his arm and grabbed my shoulder.