Chapter 1

I kissed the beautiful blonde goodbye as I left her house and headed for my car. Before I started driving I lowered my head and rested it against the top of the steering wheel as I asked myself how I had gotten into the situation I was in. It wasn't too hard to come up with the answer. My sister had made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Or more accurately, it was an offer that I could have refused, but didn't.

As unlikely as it will seem, my sister is a porn actress. They must have actual moms and dads and siblings, right? Well, I'm one of the siblings. For some reason I've never liked the generic term porn "star" for every girl who has ever appeared in a movie that featured explicit sex.

I actually don't know if my sister would be considered a "star" or not. Probably. She has been in the industry ... six or seven years now ... yikes. She had a following at one time, and maybe she still does. But when I think of porn "stars" I think of people like Jenna Jameson, or Christy Canyon. Maybe any girl who has her own website (Heather has had several) can be considered a "star." Not that it matters. My sister does porn. That's the long and short of it.

You may have already guessed the offer my sister had made to me.

"You are welcome in my bed any time, Big Bro."

Translation: Fuck me. At first I laughed it off.

"Get out of here, Heather. My marriage may be on shaky ground, but that doesn't mean I've lost my mind."

"You know I'm not kidding though, right Ben?"

"Yes, Heather. I know you're not kidding. But give me a break, OK?"

"It wouldn't be the first time, you know?"

She was right, of course. It had been a number of years since it last happened, but a few times when we were in High school, twice in college, and once shortly before I had gotten married, my sister and I slept together. She has assured me on many occasions that our actions had absolutely nothing to do with her ending up in "the business."

Heather wasn't abused in any way, by me, or our father, or by anyone else. We had a pretty average childhood with no real traumatic events. Neither of us coerced the other into what we did. Heather's very smart, even nerdy and geeky sometimes. She doesn't fit the stereotype people have about women in porn. As for the two of us, we were just a brother and sister who were very close, and at times quite sexually curious.

"Yes, I know it wouldn't be the first time. But it would be the first time since I got married. And I am ... married."

"I know," my sister said with one of her legendary pouts. "For whatever that's worth."

I couldn't tell if she was just joking around, or trying to be supportive in her own way, or possibly missing me and the times we had been intimate in the past, or if perhaps she just had one of her urges to do something super edgy. But I got the message. I could fuck my sister any time I wanted. And that's what I had just done. My sister Heather was the beautiful blonde I was kissing goodbye at her door.

I've been married to my wife Monica for just over six years. And I wouldn't exactly categorize our marriage as years of wedded bliss. It seemed that we were already struggling on our honeymoon. By her own admission, Monica is high maintenance and then some. She's actually proud of it. She comes from money, so she always has and always will be used to getting what she wants. But it wasn't the money that attracted me to her. Not at all.

Monica was beautiful (she still is) and adventurous and fun. It seemed like life together would be a wild ride, in a good way. A wild ride it has been, but not in such a good way. I'm a lawyer and I do a lot of pro bono work for various social agencies. In other words, I get paid more in personal rewards than money ... not that I care. When we met I think Monica liked the idea of being with someone who had a social conscience. She thought it was cool. But I think she assumed I would do that kind of work for a while and get it out of my system.

"I'm glad you're doing something you enjoy," Monica would say.

But, she usually followed that statement with something that showed her true feelings.

"Besides, working to help poor people will look great on your resume down the road. My dad says that lots of big corporations like his expect their executives to be involved in some kind of charity work."

After a couple years of marriage, when I wasn't seeking higher paying work, and when I turned down an offer to join her father's company, Monica didn't think the whole thing was so cool anymore. I don't know if she started being unfaithful to me then, or if it had started even earlier. She's never come out and admitted it, but at the same time she doesn't go out of her way to hide it, either. I'm not sure why she doesn't ask for a divorce. I don't know why I don't either. Maybe we're both just stuck.

I'm not completely sure, but I think my sister has a plan to get me unstuck.

"You need a big change, Bro," Heather said to me recently. "You're too good a guy to get walked all over."

"I'm not getting walked all over, Heather. Monica and I have ... an understanding. I let her do her thing, she gets to travel and shop and all that. And I get to do work that I feel good about."

"Yeah, and she gets to screw anybody she pleases."

"I know, I know."

"It sounds like she fucks more than I do. And well, you know ... that's saying something."

Heather and I rarely talk about the work she does. I'm of course aware of it. I even keep up with some of her photo shoots and videos. I rarely watch anything she does with guys, though. Actually she doesn't do much of that anymore, working with guys. At least that's the way I understand it. I guess it makes me feel a little better knowing that most of what she does now is just posing for pictures and doing some solo videos getting naked and playing with herself.

"Yes, Heather," I said. "I am aware of what my little sister does. You don't need to remind me."

"I know you know. But that doesn't make it less true that your wife probably fucks a lot more than me."

"I don't know if I should find that comforting, or distressing, or what, Heather. On the one hand it means that my baby sister isn't, well, living such a risky lifestyle as she has in the past. On the other hand it means that my wife screws more guys than my favorite porn star."

That got a huge laugh out of her.

Knowing I had a sister who did porn was also appealing to Monica at first. Not only did she not mind, she thought it was cool. She didn't exactly brag about it, but she often dropped the fact that her sister-in-law was, at first a stripper, then a "porn star." In her circle of wealthy friends that's the kind of thing that piques people's interest rather than turning them off. But it wasn't long before my wife got bored with that little thrill too. Now when she talks about Heather at all she only makes reference to "your sister" and nothing else.

It really has seemed as though my sister is settling down over the last year or so. I never really knew too much about her lifestyle, especially when she was really considered more of a "star." Heather really never was a big party girl. From what I knew she would do her work and come home. Even when she was doing personal appearances, dancing at clubs across the country and all that, my impression was that rather than partying and fucking every night away, she would do her thing, collect her pay and go back to her hotel or go home.

"You know what I think you should do, Ben?" Heather asked me during that conversation.

"What Heather?"

"I think you should make a break with Miss Monica the snobby slut once and for all. She doesn't even act like she's married to you. She wants to live her life the way she wants to and she clearly doesn't care if you're a part of it."

"I suppose that makes sense. I'm sure you're right. I just haven't wanted to be so concrete about it."

"Well, I wish you would."

"Yes, and then what? Quickie divorce, find an apartment for myself ... something like that?"

"No, not exactly. Well, divorce absolutely. As quick as possible as far as I'm concerned. But not an apartment."

"What then? I wouldn't want to buy a house right away."

"You wouldn't have to. Move in here with me."

"Heather, I don't think that would work too well."

"Why not?"

"Sweetheart, I love you. But we have very, very different lifestyles."

"Not so much as you might think, Ben. You know I was never such a wild one, even back in the day. I don't even dance anymore. I do photo spreads which are really easy. I don't have to travel far, and usually I just work, come home, turn on the tv and hang with the pets. I do some cam shows from here sometimes and those are easy."

"I guess that does sound pretty sane. But, I don't know, Heather. I don't know if I'm ready to..."

"To what, Ben? To be happy? To be around somebody who cares about you and encourages you?"

"Well, when you put it that way," I said with a smile. "I guess I'll have to give it some thought."

"See that you do," she said. "And while you're at it, give this some thought. We could hang out as much as we wanted. We could play video games! Ben, yes! Halo! Halo 4 is coming out soon! We could play all the time! Come on!"

"You're making it a very tempting idea, Honey."

"We like to do the same things. It would be so awesome. You know Big Brother ... You know what else I like to do, that I know you like to do? At least, I think you do, if you remember how to do it."

"What are you talking about?"

That's when she made her offer.

"You are welcome in my bed any time, Big Bro."

"Get out of here, Heather. My marriage may be on shaky ground, but that doesn't mean I've lost my mind."

"You know I'm not kidding though, right Ben?"

"Yes, Heather. I know you're not kidding. But give me a break, OK?"

"It wouldn't be the first time, you know?"

"Of course I know that."

"I want to know that you're taking me seriously, Ben. I mean it. As far as you're concerned, I am totally fuckable."

"Heather, I always..."

My sister then got up from her chair and moved toward me. She stopped a couple of feet away.

"Of course, maybe you don't want me any more. I would understand that, Ben."

She was wearing a very plain white cotton blouse and black stretch pants. I should have already known what she was up to, but for some reason I felt totally surprised when she took the bottom of the blouse in her hands and pulled it right over her head.

"Heather, what are you..."

She was wearing a lacy white bra and her boobs were bulging out of it. I keep basic track of my sister online. I never really wanted to see her getting screwed by a bunch of guys, or even girls for that matter. But I did want just to see her ... to see all of her. I've thought my sister was absolutely beautiful, and that has never changed.

I knew Heather had been gaining weight over the last couple of years. She had battled the pounds for a long time. When she first started stripping, she was on the high end of the curvy category. She had big boobs then, and she was very attractive. When she started doing videos and actual porn she really got into shape. For a couple of years her body looked really fit and tight.