My Sister Made Me Ch. 13

"No, no, no, no," she said as the video started to automatically play.

A handheld camera or cellphone, judging by the shakiness, showed the interior of an office and a familiar form on her knees. She had a blindfold on and was topless. The camera holder moved up and waved his hand in front of her face, showing that she couldn't see. Panning down, she saw the blonde's lips wrap around the man's shaft, and instantly start to suck him off like the slut she knew the girl to be.

"NO," she screamed, flinging her phone across the room and clutching her face with both hands in horror.

It hit the wall with a thunk and landed on the floor. It was her. The motherfucker had recorded her, and she hadn't even known. The realization of what that meant slammed into her like a punch to the stomach.

"NO!" she screamed again, rocking back and forth, oblivious to anything else in the room or the strong hands on her shoulders, shaking her.

"No, no, no, nononononono," she said, shaking and crying.

"SAM," a strong voice said.

Devolving into a quaking mass of sobs and crying, she sat there for what felt like an hour. Desperate to just fade away into nothing, she willed herself to just let go. She didn't though, of course, and was left with her pain, embarrassment, anger, and regret. She felt the arms holding her, felt the strength of whoever it was. Dropping her hands, she looked up and saw the concerned face of her big brother. Wiping the tears, she sighed and shook her head.

"What did he do now?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

"When's it going to end?" she asked.

He was obviously concerned, but very confused. Sitting there quietly, he simply continued to hug her and be there for her. Several more minutes went by as she sat there, picking at her fingernails and lost in thought.

Suddenly, she sighed hard and shook her head. Shaking free of him, she stood and walked over to where the phone was and picked it up. She had three new text messages, but the video had run all the way through. Picking it up, she handed Dane the phone and went to lay back down on her bed, sighing deeply.

"Replay it," she said, staring off into the distance.

She heard him tapping at the screen of her phone in the silence of her room and waited for the other shoe to drop.

"That son of a bitch," he said at length.

Turning and looking over her shoulder, she saw him rubbing his temples for a moment and then turn toward her. She turned away after a few seconds, then felt him lay down behind her without a word. An hour passed by, as he lay there behind her, stroking her hair and being a comforting presence. Finally, he cleared his throat and sat up, moving to the end of the bed.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She sighed deeply again, then sat up and moved down near him. "No," she said. "Not really. But, what good will it do to stay upset about it?"

"I don't know," Dane answered. "I just feel like I don't even know how to begin to comfort you."

She chuckled quietly, then felt him staring at her. "You being here is fine," she said quietly, not looking up.

"How... how did you find that?" he asked, looking over.

She swore quietly, having forgotten about Brandon, and reached over to grab the phone from where it was laying on her bed.

"A guy that's... well, a guy I know sent it to me," she said.

She tapped the screen and held the phone low in her lap. Dane sat beside her. Bringing up the string of text messages, she saw the last couple of text messages come up and then scrolled down to the newest ones.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Sam? If I was wrong, I'm sorry. If I was right, I'm sorry about that too. I just thought that if it was you, you'd want to know."

She sighed. "I don't even know what to say."

"He sounds like he was trying to be a good guy," he pointed out.

"Yeah," she said.

"Is it bad that he's seen... it?"

She sighed, shaking her head. "No, I just, I'm scared about who else could have seen it."

"Well, at least you're blindfolded in it," he said.

She nodded. "You could tell it was me, though, right?" she asked, looking up at him.

He nodded. "But only because I know you, Sam."

"Great, now I only have to worry about people who actually know me recognizing me in a porno movie on the internet. God knows how many others are even out there!"

Dane sighed. "I didn't..."

"No," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated. It just seems to be one thing after the other. I just want... a breather from the drama."

He nodded. "I know," he said quietly. "I wish I could take your burdens. I don't like seeing my baby sister so upset."

She shrugged, leaning her head into him.

"I'm sorry about you having to see... what I was doing," she said, glancing over at him. "Not exactly something you want to picture a sister doing."

"It's only upsetting because of the context, Sam. If it was something you consented to, it would be a different ballgame."

She looked up, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I didn't mean it that way," he said. "I just mean that... if..." he fell silent. "I'm not gonna dig myself any deeper," he said.

She allowed herself to feel a little better. "It was pretty funny," she admitted.

He chuckled. "Anything to make you happy again is worth it."

She giggled lightly, just a few seconds long, and sighed deeply. Another minute of silence passed, and Dane chuckled, looking over at her. That caused her to laugh a little harder and caused him to sigh and roll his eyes.

"Go ahead," he said.

She smirked a little more and looked over, not really sure what was so funny to her in that moment, but then he turned and crossed his eyes at her, and the absurdity of his timing sent her over the edge. Bursting out in a cackle, she covered her mouth and started howling with laughter. For at least thirty seconds, she was laughing, then accidentally snorted and caused him to laugh.

Five minutes later, she was on the ground, clutching her stomach, and he was laying back on the bed, the laugh shivers hitting both of them.

"God, I don't know why we're even laughing," he said.

She giggled a little more and then finally sat up, a staccato stream of laughter escaping her lips. He stood, though, and leaned over, yanking her to her feet.

"Alright, pornstar," he said, smirking at her.

It wasn't funny at all, but in the moment, she found it absolutely hilarious. She burst out laughing again, cackling and falling back to the ground as she clutched at her stomach.

"Ah, fuck, it hurts," she groaned, holding it tight and rolling to her side. "Stop making me laugh."

He was staring down at her, grinning widely. "Best sound in the world," he said.

Reaching down after she finally recovered, he helped her to her feet, and she found herself hugging him.

"Alright," she said, shaking her head at him. "Thank you for making me feel better again, but no more jokes. I feel like I'm going to be sore in the morning anyway."

He wiggled his eyebrows independently and crossed his eyes again, and she bit her lip, pointing her finger at him and shooting a serious look his direction.

"No," she said.

He winked, and then kissed her on the forehead. "Night Samantha," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too, big brother," she replied. "Goodnight."

He turned and walked out without any further antics. Waving as he shut the door behind him, she went and got her schoolwork out to make sure it was done before morning.

**

The next day, Sam went to her first class as normal, but there seemed to be a pall hanging over her that her "history boyfriends" could sense, and conversation was at a minimum. She was glad for it, actually. It allowed her to internalize all of the raw emotions and outbursts that she was afraid would burst out at the slightest provocation, no matter how small. The guys were nice to her, and she desperately needed that in her life.

Sitting in the snack bar area at their table, she sighed deeply and laid her head down on her arms as the guys sat quietly near her.

"Rough weekend?" Kev asked finally.

She nodded, not offering any more info and hoping they wouldn't pry.

"I'm sorry I'm a stick in the mud today guys," she said.

"We all have bad days," Murphy said, rubbing her forearm as he sat beside her.

She shrugged and nodded, then sat up and spun around in her seat. He put his arm around her, and she sighed, leaning into him and just enjoying the silence and the presence of people who cared being near her. After a few minutes, she turned and leaned over onto Marley's shoulder, then reached out and held Kev's hand for a while.

"I appreciate you guys being so sweet today," she said, standing as time got near for class.

"We'll see you tomorrow gorgeous," Marley said.

"Hope you feel better," Murphy added.

She nodded, turning and walking toward class. Realizing that she was going to see Brandon, she grew a little nervous and wondered if she should just skip but knew that she couldn't avoid it forever. Going in, she sat down in her normal spot, and then saw movement to her right after a minute or so. Glancing up, she saw Brandon easing his way over.

"Is it okay to sit here?" he asked.

She nodded.

"I'm sorry about that," he said. "I guess I shouldn't have..."

"No," she said. "I'm glad you told me. I'm just... embarrassed."

He nodded. "I get it. I don't know the context of what happened but, the guy that did it is a fuckin' prick."

She nodded. "You have no idea," she said. "I'm sorry that you had to find out about me that way," she said.

He didn't reply, and she looked up.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm slutty, obviously," she whispered. "I let a man I thought I could trust manipulate me into things and was dumb enough not to realize he was filming me."

Brandon shook his head. "I watched the video, Samantha. I not ashamed to admit that I've got a thing for blindfolded girls, so that's why it came up in the suggestions for me. I've seen a few and I can pick out the videos that are legitimate where the girl really doesn't know that she's being filmed. You were obviously duped."

"I appreciate that, but the video is out there," she said. "God knows how many people have seen it."

"10," he said. "Well, plus however many times you started it last night."

She looked at him curiously. "What? How did you know that?"

He sighed, taking out his phone, but the professor came in at that moment, and they both turned quickly, taking out their notes and focusing. After class ended, he stood and beckoned her to follow him.

"Don't you have class?" she asked.

"Fuck that class," he said. Walking down the hall, he kept looking in doors and finally found one that wasn't occupied. "Here."

She was yanked into the room by her hand, then watched as he looked around and made sure no one else was in there and shut the door. Pulling out his phone again, he typed in the name of the video and then pulled it up. He didn't press play, though, and showed her the screen, pointing out the number of views. It said 13.

"It was 10 when I sent you the message," he said. "Trust me, that's not a lot. There's probably a few from the person that submitted it, and I know there's at least 5 from me," he said. "The footage is dark, shaky, and the only reason I really knew it was you was because of your breasts."

She looked at him confused. "What?" she asked.

"You showed me a picture the other day," he said. "I... just trust me, I knew it from the blonde hair and... your nipples."

She continued to stare, confused. "What?" she echoed.

"It's not important right now," he said, brushing it off. "I can promise you that no one is going to recognize you. Plus, you can DMCA the website and get it taken down. It will happen a hell of a lot faster if you get a lawyer involved."

"Wait, it can be removed? I thought when it was up on the internet, it was there forever?" she asked.

"Yes, and no," he said. "Its... tough to explain. Just think about it like this. This is one really small and bad quality video in a sea of videos of the same type. It's like, a grain of sand on a beach, only it's smaller and harder to find than the other grains of sand. Does that make sense?"

She was following him, but only barely.

"So, that's why it's only got 13 views?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "What's more is that I did a reverse search for this and only found this one porn site that had it. I haven't seen any more with the same actress in it."

She raised an eyebrow in confusion again. "The actress is me."

"I know, I'm just saying that if it were elsewhere, I most likely would've found it. This is the only one that's out there. The guy that uploaded it did so like... 4 months ago, and it's only got 13 views, 4 of which were yesterday or this morning."

She turned and looked at him directly. "So, you're saying that people haven't seen this?" she asked.

He nodded. "I'm saying only 13 people have seen it. I saw it at least 5 times, and I'm guessing that you had 3 last night," he said.

She shook her head, thinking back. She'd watched it and Dane watched it. Something struck her then.

"Wait... you watched it five times?" she asked.

"Yeah, actually... no it was seven," he said. He must have realized then what he was admitting and looked at her sheepishly. "I uh..."

"Brandon?" she asked.

"Please don't be mad at me," he said. "It was the first time that I'd ever known the girl in the porn I was watching..." he said.

She looked at him in surprise. Samantha would have left in disgust, but Sam was a little flattered.

"When did you find this?" she asked.

He looked upward in thought and winced for a second, then looked back down at her. "Uh... last... Thursday?"

"Jesus Brandon!" she said. "Did you actually jerk off to that 7 times in 5 days?"

He looked behind her and then behind him. "Will you keep it down?" he asked. "Yes, of course I did!"

She was too surprised and taken aback to speak for a good ten seconds. "Oh my God," she said.

"I'm sorry!" he said.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Stupid sexy Brandon with those cheating dimples on his dumb face, the same ones that caused her pussy to dampen her panties and want to misbehave itself, was jerking off to a bootleg porno of her! She stood in silence, mouth open, unable to process anything but what she'd heard.

"Are you pissed, or did you go catatonic?" he asked, sounding a little upset.

She realized that her mouth was still open, and she turned, amused and surprised at how that knowledge made her feel. She looked directly at him, a wry grin on her face.

"You dirty... fucking... pervert," she said, slapping him on the arm.

He winced, frowning, but then looked at her as he realized she wasn't pissed.

"Sam... what can I say? It was hot and I'm a young man."

She rolled her eyes and pushed him back, then pointed at him.

"Stop jerking off to that video," she said. "I mean it."

"Uhhh... hell no," he said. "I don't see no ring on this finger," he said, holding up his hand.

She rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to laugh and managed to keep it to a minimum.

"In fact, since I skipped class, I'm gonna just whip my shit out right here and go to town," he said.

She smirked and looked over at him with a surprised look of disbelief.

"Focus, Dammit," she said. "What were you saying about a D... something?"

"A DMCA take down request," he said. "Just go look it up. You can get them to take it down."

"I send them something and the website has to take it down?"

"Yep," he said. "I'd look into getting a lawyer to help, though. I could be calling it the wrong thing."

"But, there's a way to make it go away?" she asked, finally grasping what he'd been saying.

"Yes," he said, sounding a little exasperated.

"OH MY GOD!" she said, overcome with happiness and rushing up to him.

Grabbing his face, she kissed him hard and then squeezed him in a hug.

"Wow," he said, patting her back.

"God that's such good news," she said happily. Stepping back, she looked at him. "How can I thank you for showing me this and letting me know how to get rid of it?" she asked, intending it to be rhetorical.

"Shit," he said, lewdly grabbing his crotch and jiggling it up and down.

Throwing caution to the wind, she looked around, then dropped to her knees without a second thought.

"Whoa... seriously?" he asked. "I uh..."

She raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. "I'm offering. Are you seriously saying you don't want one?"

He was too surprised to speak apparently, so she rolled her eyes and reached forward, yanking him toward her and undoing his pants. She'd dropped them around his knees and was pulling his underwear down, when she saw the substantial bulge he was hiding. But then, she felt his hands on hers.

"I can't," he said. "I've got a girlfriend."

She looked up at him in disbelief. "Seriously?" she asked.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I feel like a fuckin' jackass, but I... I just can't."

She sighed, eyeing his crotch and momentarily considering just doing it, but he'd said no, so she eventually stood.

"I guess it's your loss then," she said, standing. "Thank you for being honest though. Other guys probably wouldn't have had the strength to say no to that."

He sighed, pulling his pants up and buttoning them. "I'm sorry again, and I really appreciate it."

"Going to class now?" she asked.

He looked at his phone, shrugging. "Unless you want to come with me and meet my girlfriend?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Typical," she said. "I'll see you Wednesday," she said. "Stop jerking off to that video," she said, stopping at the door and pointing a finger at him.

"No," he said, grinning widely. "The girlfriend likes it too much."

Sam help but laugh and finally just rolled her eyes and left.

Hurrying out, she quickly went in to work and just decided to change there. Grabbing her stuff as she hopped out of her car, she quickly went inside. Seeing that she'd caught the shift change at just the wrong time, she sighed in mild irritation.

Stepping into the semi-crowded break, room, she waited for Tracy and the manager to step into the office and close the door, then sighed and opened her locker. Looking around, she saw one of the other waitresses there, already in uniform, and putting the final touches on herself.

The only other folks were some of the kitchen staff, and she waved as they cocked their heads at her. Turning, and not really caring who saw what, she kicked off her shoes and stripped down to her panties, then pulled on her skirt. Turning, she saw that just the kitchen staff was there, and was making an effort to take their time.

"You don't have to be all sneaky," she said. "I don't give a damn if you look."

The three of them laughed nervously. "Well, it's mostly cuz that door could open at any moment," one of them said.

"We work in a topless restaurant and you've seen my girls a bunch of times," she said. "Who really cares? Do you really think that Bill is going to say anything other than get to work?"

As she spoke, she was pulling her shirt and bra off, and folding them nicely to put in her locker. Grabbing her top, she slid it on, taking time to allow the guys to get a good show. Not really sure why she cared, she at least knew that she enjoyed the charge of excitement that it gave her, though she knew that it would just compound over time and cause her to be really horny; not that she wasn't already.

Tying the knot, she went to the mirror and took a look at her hair, then proceeded to fix what needed doing and making sure the twin ponytail bobs on either side of her head were set.

"Damn you sexy," one of the guys said, staring longer at her than the others as she slipped her shoes back on.

"Thanks Juan," she said, snickering.