The Social Experiment: Bro/Sis

The Social Experiment: Brothers and Sisters.

The following is a work of fiction. It contains graphic amounts of incestuous sex. If this is not your cup of tea, do not read further.

To understand where this commentary comes from, it would be best to read 'The Social Experiment: Mothers and Sons' first. But if all you're looking for is a quick toss, there should be plenty to help you get off.

All characters are a minimum of eighteen years old.

Keeping the above in mind, please, enjoy the story. If you were kind enough to vote and/or leave a constructive comment, positive or negative, I would be appreciative.

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Xavier Johns, again, readers. A little over twelve months have passed since I wrote about my fixation with my mother and how I turned that obsession into a lucrative porn career. After those events, my mother and I moved to The Gold Coast hinterland, where we now live as husband and wife. We still enjoy the occasional dalliance with others, however. Mum's lover and best friend, Roxy, plus Roxy's son Jacob are regular visitors.

My mother may be forty-one, but she's still pipingly hot and stunningly beautiful. You see, mum looks a lot like a ripely matured Bella Hadid. Mum shares the name Bella with her more famous doppelganger.

Mum is rightly proud of her looks. The figures from her modelling portfolio state that mum is as follows: Height: 5 feet 9 (175 cm). Weight: 121 lbs (55 kg). Measurements: 38-24-34. Her breast size is 38C.

My mother's eyes are blue, her cheekbones high and pronounced, and her lips full and 'bee stung'. Mum's natural hair colour is blonde, but she typically dyes it dark brown or black with 'blood red' highlights.

I'm told I look a lot like my mother. We share similar eyes, noses and mouths. However, my mother's skin colouring is porcelain white. In contrast, I'm so olive-skinned that I'm often mistakenly identified as being Mediterranean.

We even share the same hair colour, dark brown/black, except my mother's hair colouring comes from a bottle, and mine is natural.

Because the first film Mum, Roxy, Jacob, and I made sold incredibly well, we made four more. All feature highly in the top-watched/highest-rated categories. In addition, the seven scenes I've edited down to less than ten minutes from the full movies featuring either Roxy or my mother on top in a 69 with the other, whilst Jacob and I take turns swapping between their mouths and pussies and asses, have received over two million views.

These short clips sell for only ninety-nine cents, but even at that little, they've earned us all a spectacular amount of money. At Mr Peterson's request, the royalties from the films featuring the four of us are split at twenty-five percent each.

"Whenever possible, share your wealth and good fortune with your friends and family, Xavier." Mr Peterson lectured me. "Money and fame are fleeting. Friends and family are forever, so be good to both."

With Brisbane's 'Porn King', Peter Peterson's help, Xavier Recording and Movie Studios, is now one of Australia's premier porn studios. Working exclusively with Mr Peterson, my genre Mother and Son incest porn produces between five and twelve movies per month. The royalties from these movies earn my wife/mother and me enough money that we can pretty much do and buy anything we want.

It makes a nice change from our penurious existence in Brisbane's Logan district.

Because I needed the money, I allowed Mr Peterson to change my original concept of real mother and son couples being shown porn and then recording the results to actors taking the roles.

The two scenarios are close because the reactions are still unscripted and genuine. The actor playing the 'mother' chooses what porn they watch and then controls and guides any activity resulting from her sexual arousal.

However, it doesn't help my studies into whether consensual incest between legally mature adults has any adverse results for the participants or not. I thought my love for and 'marriage' to my mother had enhanced both of our lives, and I yearned to test to see if that held true for other mother/son couples.

Unfortunately, it's still incredibly difficult to find actual Mother/son couples to participate, hence the use of actors. I've had thousands of fathers applying to attempt my experiments with their daughters, but I have no interest in that. It's trite and has been done often enough already.

I have considered swapping the demographic around, i.e. giving the daughter control and letting her choose what happens. But it's just the same old 'father taking advantage of naïve daughter' that we've seen thousands of times.

With the genre growing so rapidly in popularity, I hoped more couples would use the web address given in the trailer and movie's intro to sign up for my experiments. But, alas, no. Only three other genuine biological mother/son couples applied.

Two of these couples sat doing nothing for the fifteen minutes required to earn their $15,000 payment. The other couple was a ragingly erotic success. The son was a recently turned eighteen virgin. His mother, a sexually inexperienced thirty-seven-year-old. Together, they watched a Swedish film named 'Mamma lär sin son hur man knullar (Mummy teaches her son how to fuck).

Mum and son seemed to take this film as a literal instruction video and followed the actors in the film through every sexually explicit action and activity. By the time my successful couple finished, I had enough recorded footage for three movies.

Using the excuse of bringing them their first bonus checks, I visited Penny and Peter (not their real names) at their home. Explaining what my PhD thesis is on, I asked if, for an extra $5,000 bonus, they'd allow me to interview them.

Similarly to Bella and me, Penny and Peter live more as husband and wife than mother and son. They call each other loving names like honey and sweetheart and are openly affectionate. Penny told me that with her newfound confidence, she quit smoking and lost almost twenty kilograms (44 lbs).

With his mother's love and guidance, Peter has returned to school to complete his Higher School Certificate so he can follow his dream of becoming a lawyer.

Although this is another positive result for my theory, it proves little. I'll need a sample of at least 100 couples before any trends can be established. The thing is, I have no idea where to find them.

Talking things through with Mr Peterson, I broadened the scope of my participants to include older sisters with younger brothers. I need the sister to be the eldest for the same reasons I eschewed fathers and daughters. I desire to avoid the accusation that my films exploit young women.

Not even the most rabid feminist can accuse me of subjugating these women with the female partner in the older and more dominant role.

Despairingly, I still struggle to find actual biological couples. Of course, Mr Peterson happily provided a bevy of actors and actresses to choose from to make simulated incest movies.

Carefully screening these actors to pair couples with similar features, eyes, hair and body shapes, and then setting up the scenario described in my earlier work made for some sensational movies. This sub-genre is almost as popular as its Mother/son parent.

In case you haven't read the first Social Experiment story, let me quickly lay out how my films work.

Once the participants have signed all releases, they're shown into my studio. The studio contains a long couch in front of a big-screen television. The TV is connected to a porn streaming service, and a computer mouse sits beside the TV remote.

The older female partner has total control over what happens. First, the sister chooses an end on which to sit; her brother then sits on the other. The brother may not shift from this spot or do anything other than talk unless his sister has given him express permission. The sister then chooses some porn to watch.

As part of the application form, the sister has noted which types of porn are her favourite, and thumbnails featuring her preferences are easily visible on the TV screen.

I have cameras recording from every possible angle the whole time the experiment runs so that no sexual activity is missed. I even have a 'wire cam' now (a camera that travels along a series of wires that can be loosened to go lower or tightened to fly higher).

If the sister does nothing but idly watch porn for the contracted fifteen minutes, I've wasted $15,000, and she and her brother have made a nice windfall. But if they do make love, I collate the first five minutes of footage into movie form. Then, I invite the participants to view what I've made.

If they agree, I edit the footage into as many feature-length films as possible. Peter Peterson then distributes them through his worldwide porn network. The two participants receive an extra 5% of all profits made after distribution.

The way Mr Peterson insists the contract works ensures everybody, actors and producer(s), receive a monthly check for their agreed percentage amount from the movie's sales.

The sister/brother couple can allow the films to be released with their faces pixelated if they wish. But this drops the bonus to another one-off payment of $15,000. This is because pixelating the faces costs me a fortune and a lot of time.

On a recent day, despairing of ever finding a true biological sister and brother to film, I shut my studio and headed home. As usual, my mother greeted me at the door wearing very little. This time, all she had on was a tiny thong swimsuit bikini bottom.

Her gorgeous 38C breasts swung tantalisingly in front of me as, kneeling, Bella unzipped me and tugged my trousers down.

"Bad day, honey?" Mum asked as she took my thick 7-inch cock shaft in her hand before swirling her tongue around and over its head.

Holding my mother's head as I attempted to force more of my now rigidly erect cock into her mouth, I groaned, "I'm sick of working with Prima Donna actors, Bella. All they do is whinge that the camera makes their asses look fat when they are. Or, their cocks are bigger than they look on screen, but they aren't.

Or they're not getting enough of their faces on the screen, so people know how they look and want to see more of their films.

I'm fucking over it, Bella. After another few movies, I'm hoping we can give this up and fuck off to another country where we can truly live as husband and wife because nobody knows who we are."

Practising to be my mother's man, I'd begun calling my mother by her given name. Old habits die hard, though. Even in public, I regularly forget and call my mother 'mum' instead of by her name.

Releasing my cock from her mouth, mum said, "Roxy", before sucking me back down again.

"What about Roxy?" I moaned as mum slid her fingers along my perineum and onto my ring. "The fat tart (Roxy isn't really fat, she's lush) is as sexy as all hell, but what does she have to do with anything?"

Rimming my ass with her finger, mum replied, "JoJo turned eighteen last year, remember? Roxy's youngest, Charlie, turns eighteen today. Why don't I ask Roxy if she'd let JoJo and Charlie get it on together for your film? JoJo isn't a virgin anymore; she told Roxy that, but she won't let on who took her virginity. Roxy is reasonably certain it was Jacob, but neither of them will admit it.

"Fuck, mum! You're saying that all of Roxy's family fuck each other? Jaysus! What I wouldn't give to record that!"

"Charlie hasn't been with anyone yet," mum pointed out. "Wouldn't an older sister removing her brother's virginity make for an awesome film?"

Having forced all seven inches past my mother's gag reflex after she'd finished speaking, I groaned, "Fuck, yes, it would!" as I spat my juices down her willing throat,

"Roxy's going to demand you fuck her ass as payment; you know that, right?" Mum said, having swallowed my entire load eagerly.

"As if that's a chore," I replied.

Blushing some, mum agreed, "Watching you fuck Roxy is so hot, Xavier. Eating her pussy as you fuck her is even better."

With that, mum slapped her clitoris and came.

This conversation happened on a Tuesday night. The next day, mum phoned and invited Roxy and her clan to join us at our place over the weekend. They couldn't come because Roxy was throwing a party for Charlie and some of his friends to celebrate his 'coming of age', but they were keen to come out the weekend following.

Roxy was a solo mum living on a government pension before our films took off. JoJo still works a till at Coles to help pay for her university course, and Charlie is at high school.

Jacob, the only one earning a decent wage, basically supported the whole family before he and his mum hit it big in the porn industry. Roxy insists her kids hold down jobs because she knows it helps to build character, and making their own money means her kids see the value of a hard-earned dollar.

With his thick seven-plus-inch cock, leanly muscular physique, long wavy blonde hair, chiselled looks, and messianic blue eyes, Jacob is now a porn actor working for Peter Peterson Publishing. Jacob is currently the most popular male star that Peter Peterson Publishing has.

Jacob is bisexual, so he appears in porn films as both a catcher and a pitcher. He pitches to women and catches for men.

Before hitting the big time, Jacob didn't mind being his family's primary source of income, "I don't mind, Xav (his nickname for me since we shared home class from our first year at high school). I never knew my father, so I try to be a positive role model for the younger kids, you know?" Jacob told me.

The Rosborough family earns so much money from the films Jacob's mother, him, Bella, and I made that money isn't really a problem for them, either. Roxy and Jacob use their royalty checks to pay off the home Jacob and Roxy bought or for unexpected bills like the busted refrigerator they suffered last month.

Jacob is investing the money he receives from acting into cryptocurrency and the stock market.

"I don't want to do porn forever, Xav, you know? Even the guys that have been in the industry for only five years are jaded and bitter. None of them has healthy relationships with women outside the porn industry. Who wants to be like that?

Nah, I'll buy this house with mum, put enough away to be comfortable, then get out. I want to find a nice girl, settle down, and have kids. You know?"

Having kids isn't something mum and I can contemplate, but I know the value of having someone you love with all your heart to come home to every night. Bella and I have talked about adopting, but we'll probably have to move to another country to have that happen.

Days rolled into the other, and it was soon Friday evening, ten days later. Roxy, JoJo, Charlie, with Jacob driving his latest acquisition, a brand new BMW M3, arrived at Bella's and my hinterland chateau.

Openly kissing my friend on his lips, I casually groped Jacob's cock, "Hey, Jaco. You're looking more and more like a westernised late J.C. every day. It's better than looking like a bad porn movie drag queen, like you usually do, though," I greeted him.

Turning to JoJo, I said, "JoJo, honey, you have to let me in on your secret. How are you able to look so gawddamned sexy every day?"

Grinning and posing like a model, JoJo replied, "Natural talent, Xavier. But, tell me, how come my favourite masturbation fantasy, you, has never even made a pass at me?"

"Ahh, JoJo," I answered. "Well, first, you were too young. And now, I have to take care of your mother first."

Moving across to Roxy, I circled her big nipples with my fingers before kissing her plump lips and saying, "Aunty Roxy, my second favourite mother on the planet, been getting any from anyone other than your reprobate son?"

"Only from some depraved mother fucking son called Xavier, honey. How about you? Have you fucked someone that wasn't related recently?"

"With a relative as sexy as mine, Roxy, why would I ever want to fuck another?" I bantered back.

Slapping my ass, then groping my thick 7-inch cock, Roxy said, "Because not only are you a mother fucker, nephew Xavier, you're a slut."

"Only when mum says I can be, Aunty," I replied.

JoJo broke in with, "Well, fuck! Xavier, do you mean what mum told me is true? You and your mum get it on together?"

"We live as husband and wife, JoJo. Why? Do you have a problem with it?"

"Fuck, no!" JoJo averred. "It's as hot as fuck! My favourite 'Aunty' and my favourite 'cousin' being intimate is as horny making as all hell! I wish you'd let me watch sometimes."

Seeing my opportunity, I responded, "Come into my studio, JoJo. I'll let you sit in on a recording session when your mum, Bella, Jacob, and I are making our next movie."

Turning to her mum, JoJo said, "So, mum, you weren't bullshitting when you said the money we have now comes from making porn movies with the Johns?"

"My money comes from the royalties I earn from appearing in these movies, yes. However, your brother's income stream is his own."

"Fuck!" JoJo expletived. "Can I get in some of these movies and earn a motza, too?"

Her mother smiled, "I'm guessing the Johns' have invited us here because they have a proposition for us. Probably involving you and maybe your younger brother."

Pretending to be mortified, I replied, "Oh! Aunty Roxy! How could my second favourite mother be so suspicious of her favourite nephew?"

Handling my erect cock, Roxy answered, "Because nothing is as it seems, Xavier. The last movie the four of us made dipped 25% on the previous ones, so we need to inject new blood if we want our sixth movie to reach the dizzy heights of the first four. You and Bella don't have others to add, and I do. So, logically, it has to be JoJo, and/or Charlie."

Charlie had watched all of these exchanges silently and with his eyes wide. Charlie had sweatpants on, so his achingly erect cock was clearly displayed. Precum had left a wet spot on their front.

Stumbling over his words, Charlie said, "What? What's this? You all have fucked and recorded it? Then you've sold it? To who? When? What do you mean you want to add me?"

Swallowing, Charlie added, "And you're all kissing and groping each other. What the fuck? Jacob, it sounded like mum just said you've fucked her on film, have you? Isn't that wrong?"

Shaking his head, Charlie looked at his mum and said, "You let Jacob fuck you? Can I fuck you, too? Fuck, that'd be hot!"

Bella, Roxy, Jacob and I looked at each other and laughed before surrounding Charlie and hugging him.

Roxy answered his questions for us all, "Charlie, you didn't know because you were too young to know. I've kept quiet since your birthday because we were coming to see Bella and Xavier, and I figured they had a proposition for us.

As for fucking me, maybe, okay? It depends on you and how I think you will handle it. Even though you're old enough now, I'm worried you're not emotionally mature enough to deal with it."

Charlie butted in, "But Jacob was?"

"Your brother was twenty-three, honey. Five years older than you are now."

Charlie looked crestfallen, 'You mean I have to wait five more years?"

"No, bubby boy. Show me you're mature enough to deal with the emotional fallout from making love to your biological mother, and I promise we'll get it on, okay?"

"How do I do that?"

"I'm not sure, Charlie," Roxy honestly answered. "But I'll know when, yeah?"

JoJo hugged and kissed her younger brother, "Don't worry, Chaz. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to explore."

Moving inside, the Rosboroughs saw the nod to Charlie's coming of age that mum had made. Suspended from the ceiling was a banner reading, "Happy birthday, Chaz. Welcome to adulthood."