Mercer: Prophets MC

by Laura Day

  “R.O.C.? You have to be kidding me.”

  “What’s your problem? I thought it would be a good idea. I mean, our scenes are hot, so very hot. And we're obviously making a ton of people happy considering the money and website hits. But there needs to be some variety. We added Julie in. Why not add another guy into the fold?” She stroked her hair nervously. This was an uncomfortable moment not just for me, but also for her. I could tell she hesitated to even just bring it up. I wouldn’t blame her. After last night, this was more like cheating.

  “I just don’t understand, Kylie. There are other guys who can work with Julie. She can do the other men.” Julie was actually not that excited to work with boys. They just weren’t her type. But I still needed something to get Kylie out of this.

  Kylie reached over the desk and put on a pair of glasses. She had that nerdy, pure look again as she teased me, “My, my Will. Are you perhaps jealous of me working with another guy? Could I be that good that you wanna keep me all for yourself?”

  I stood off of the bed, letting the comforter drop over my naked waist, revealing me to her. I walked towards her, picking her off of the chair and bringing her back to the bed. “You are that good. Any guy would be jealous of having to share you.”

  She traced her hands around my naked chest, pressing her tiny hands into my smooth skin. She lowered her voice, removing the humor. “I know we're casual. I know we aren’t a couple or anything. And, I mean, that’s totally fine by me. I don’t see why this would be any kind of big deal. He’s just another fucking porn star.”

  I tugged at her robe, bringing her closer to me. She had a point. We weren’t exclusive. Even our business contract allowed us to work with other people if we had the opportunity. But I was jealous. The thought of her fucking another guy on camera made me see red. That was my job. This was my co-star. She’s my sister. I wanted to rip her computer up and hunt down Rebel for even mentioning it.

  I sighed heavily as I tried to push my anger down. I placed my hand in the opening slit of the robe and pushed the fabric off her shoulder, kissing her skin right above her breast. She looked so innocent, so unsure. The glasses only made it hotter for me. “I’m not gonna stop you, Kylie.”

  She hesitated as I began circling my hand around her breast, her breath clipping as I started teasing her nipple. “Then I guess I’ll do it.”

  I pressed my lips against her pink tips, lapping it with my tongue. In between strokes, I made a proposition, “But I have two conditions.”

  She was breathless, unable to control herself from her own desires, “What? What is your condition for me?”

  “You be late to class so I can take you once more.” My hand slipped in between her legs, parting her thighs for a path up to her slit. “But you also have to let me shoot the scene and direct it.”

  “Mmmm…” She agreed to my first requirement. I could tell that.

  “Do you agree, Kylie? Should we tell Rebel to meet us at the studio tomorrow?” My fingers were pressing up against her clit, rocking slowly up and down and entering very slowly.

  She let out a tiny scream, “Yes! Oh God! Yes.”

  That was enough for me as I threw her back onto her bed, ripping the rest of her robe free from her naked body.

  Chapter 16: Reflecting Light

  Home seemed so empty, so quiet now that I had had Kylie in her own space. But it was a place for me to collect myself. Being in her cocoon, even if for a night, drudged up all these thoughts and feelings that I wasn’t sure how to process.

  Mainly, I was stuck with this: Kylie wanted to fuck someone else.

  In my head, I knew the someone else was another pornstar, just like me. It was all business mixed with some detached pleasure. But there was pleasure, and I wasn’t the one giving it to her. I had a hard enough time watching Julie and her stimulate one another in a bathtub, but now I was tasking myself of playing matchmaker with Kylie and Rebel?

  I shook my head tiredly as I sat down at the glass desk in my living room. I opened my silver laptop’s screen and it instantly flickered on, flashing hundreds of unanswered emails and messages. As I had suspected, Kylie the exploring bisexual was hitting it big. By my estimates, we had already brought in at least eight thousand in pre-sale profits in one night.

  It sealed the deal for me. Kylie was the money-maker here. She was the one the guys wanted to see. I was good – I knew I was. I had a following of women – and more than a few men – who loved to watch me. But Kylie was becoming a cult legend. Her getting some variety in her portfolio was only going to grow her brand and make it stronger. And I knew from a director’s point of view that if it couldn’t be with me, it should be with a big name, up and coming star like Rebel.

  After checking the numbers, I opened my Word documents to a blank page. When I wrote scenarios for sex, it usually followed the same parameters – a simple story told in a few minutes followed by loads of action. Most of the time, the script was thrown out if the actors could improvise like Kylie and me. But that wasn’t always the case. Sometimes the talent needed something to read out loud, to recite to their partner to warm it up.

  I wrote out Kylie’s name first. She would get the first and last word in any scene where I was there with her. And then I blanked. My mind was almost erased of any and all inspiration. I just couldn’t write anything past her name. Time passed in a haze, keeping me at my desk chair as I struggled with just about every scene I could imagine. It was either too tame or too overdone.

  Suddenly, I felt a vibration against my leg as my phone alerted me to the low power. I pulled it out, hooking it into the laptop and returning back to my work. But as I made my next attempt, a black screen appeared. My computer was playing back the video I took last night in Kylie’s room.

  I watched as she disrobed, almost reluctantly, as if she were having the same thoughts as I was about the wrongness of it all. Then the camera shifted to us pressing our bodies together, my hands caressing her beautiful, perky tits. And as I fucked her in the ass, her moans and screams only growing with each small push, I knew I had my story.

  Kylie was my muse in more ways than one. And if I was going to write a scene that I couldn’t be present for, I was going to write a scene that played out in real life.

  The next morning, I arrived on set early, helping with the costume and set choices. I didn’t want anything too extravagant – just a basement living room with some fake stairs, a couch, and some end tables. This had to look realistic in order to amp up the sexiness. Overdoing it would be a distraction.

  Kylie walked into the warehouse a few hours later. I could tell she was feeling a bit off by it all, especially since I made it very clear that this wasn’t exactly my favorite idea in the world. But she instantly perked up as she saw me working as hard, or harder, than usual on getting the preparations right. I watched from the corner of my eye as she strode over to me, slinging her backpack across her shoulder and untucking her hair nervously from behind her ears.

  “Hey, Wilder. I’m here.” Her voice shook a bit as she looked around the room for a glance at Rebel.

  I tried to contain myself. I needed to separate myself from our relationship today. “Good. I need you in hair and makeup. It shouldn’t take long. Rebel is supposed to be here in a half hour so try to be ready when he gets in.” I tossed her a small packet of papers, “Here’s the script. Look it over. I’d rather you memorized the majority of it instead of winging it.”

  She studied the cover, reading over the title and then placing the papers down horrified. “Wilder, I can’t do this.”

  “Yeah, you can. It’s just a scene.”

  “You know why I can’t do this. I’m not gonna act like this guy is my stepbrother considering what is going on between us.” She handed me back the script haughtily and waited for my reply.

  I stood up and grabbed her by her shoulder, pulling her towards the dressing room and out of the sight of my crew. In a low, straight voice, I asked her, “Are you really telling me
you can’t see this?” I held the script up to her face, emphasizing my insistence. “This thing between us – this casual stepbrother/stepsister thing is wrong on so many levels that it’s actually hot. It obviously turns you on, so why not turn others on?”

  I was being cold and malicious. I knew it. But I couldn’t connect with her, nor sympathize with her. I was the director and she was my actress. She did as she was told. Still, I could see she wasn’t going to accept this as easily as I thought she would. There was a fire burning in her eyes that told me what I was doing to her wasn't acceptable.

  She spun out of from under my arm and walked into the dressing room, a script folded up in her hands. She emerged twenty minutes later, just on time, with her golden hair tied loosely in two long pigtails and her wearing a jean skirt and a tight red t-shirt. She was the spitting image of the all-American girl. She was every guy’s little sister.

  Rebel followed behind her, chatting with her as she walked quickly towards the set. He was as I remembered him – tattooed, muscled, and blonde. I didn’t plan for them to look the parts. I heard him speak to her before he took his mark on the brown leather couch, “Are you ready for this, Kylie?”

  “Yeah, I’m excited. This is gonna be fun.” She giggled a bit, twisting a tangle of her hair with her fingers.

  I cringed. Fun? This was going to be anything but fun – at least for me.

  The set grew quiet as I gave the signal for the two to begin. The scene had a setup where two extras, a girl and a guy from our crew, acted as parents, letting the brother know they were going to be upstairs working on the house and that he was in charge of watching his sister while they were occupied. He whined a bit, wanting to play with his video games alone. The parents ignored him, finally calling out for Kylie to join them.

  When they were alone, Kylie began reciting her lines. She was a bit wooden, a bit off, but she still knew how to milk it, “Hey, John! Can I play?”

  Rebel looked at her and laughed, “Play? No way! You’ll just lose my place. Go find something else to do.”

  “There’s nothing else for me to do.” She sat next to him on the couch, putting the video controller onto the wooden coffee table. He turned towards her, looking at her for the first time. The cameramen zoomed in on her cleavage as she bounced in her seat as she asked delightedly, “What do you suggest?”

  Rebel ran his hands through his hair nervously and then placed a hand on her leg. “You’re such a nerd, Alice. It’s no wonder Mom and Dad put you down here with me.”

  She pouted, her arms crossing her chest, bringing her breasts higher. “That’s not nice. You’re supposed to be my stepbrother, but instead you’re so mean to me.”

  “Why should I be nice to you? You’re so lame, I bet you haven’t even kissed a guy before.”

  “I have, too.” She looked anxious, her poker face giving her away.

  “Show me, then.” He leaned towards her, waiting for her to follow his directions.

  She pulled away, just as in the script, exclaiming, “We can’t! Mom and Dad are upstairs! And you’re my brother. Isn’t that wrong?”

  He corrected her, taking one of her tucked hands from under her and placing it on his own leg. “It’s not wrong. You’re my stepsister, first of all. And, as your big brother, I’m supposed to teach you things. I can teach you lots of things.”

  Her voice lowered as she stared at him, her eyes focusing in, “Like what things?”

  “Let’s start with this.” He placed his hand on her cheek and pulled her in for a long, gentle kiss.

  Kylie rocked forward a bit, wanting to be nearer to him. They fell back into the couch together, their lips and hands holding onto one another.

  My stomach was turning as I saw him lift her up and onto his lap. His hands moved the fabric of her tight, short skirt above her hips, revealing her white lace panties. She moaned a bit as his hands massaged the exposed part of her back where her shirt crept up. The fabric inched up with his fingers, until they met the backside of her bra.

  I gave the cameraman a look that told him to grab a shot of her as she said her next line, “This is wrong, John. So wrong.”

  Rebel leaned forward, taking her into his muscular, tattooed arms and ripping the rest of the shirt off of her. He pulled closer to her ear, mimicking a whisper, “Good. I want this to be wrong.” In an instant, he released her bra as it unhooked in his fingers and fell down her arms. He grabbed a hold of her breasts, pressing them up towards her chin and then moving them around in his hands. She was gripping onto the back of the leather sofa, pushing them closer to his mouth until they dipped towards his lips.

  His long red tongue wagged out, catching the tops of a nipple. His fingers played with the other, giving it equal attention as his head bobbed again for it, catching her breast with his mouth. He held on, sucking gently at it. I saw the close up shot of him pressing his lips with a small opening for her hard nipples, just wide enough to nibble. His teeth etched into her skin as she reeled, her head cocking back and her hand shooting up to wrap around his neck, pulling him in even closer. He engulfed her tit in his mouth as she let out a small shout of pleasure.

  Her other hand dipped in between her legs to his crotch, and my stomach jerked as I watched her hook her hands inside his waist, undoing his button and his zipper. She pushed back as she released his grip on her breast, and then, in one sensual, slow move, she stood up and slid off her panties and skirt. We see everything from our vantage point from behind – the small curve of her ass, the lines of her labia, the hint of wetness already seeping from her.

  Kylie dipped to her knees and removed his pants, as well. Her tiny hands took his large, impressive cock and began to stroke. Her stroke was rhythmic and steady as she started slow, moving cautiously up and then sliding back down. Her head looked up from between his legs as she asked her fake stepbrother innocently, “Am I doing this right? I’ve never done this before.”

  He could barely contain himself as he answered a short, stiff “Yes.”

  She grew bolder once he was fully hard, “What about this? Would it be really wrong if I did this to you?” She planted a tender, sweet kiss on the bottom of his shaft. She watched him smile in shock as she added another one a bit higher up, repeating herself until she makes it to the top. “You never answered me, John.”

  She didn’t give him a chance to respond before taking his cock into her mouth and lowering down. He groaned as she managed to get the whole length in. And with that bit of confidence boosting, she was really at it, moving her mouth up and down steadily following the path her hand just made. She was sucking him in as she reached the top, slowing the motion just enough to make him think she was stopping before quickly plummeting back down. Then, she changed course, twisting her mouth around his cock, spitting to add moisture to his pink and tan skin.

  I knew he couldn’t take much more of this. She was so good, he’d need her to stop if he wanted to continue with the scene. So he stood up, pushing her down onto the ground in the process. He took her by the waist and set her down on the arm of the couch so her stomach was perched on the back of the couch up against the wall. He lifted one of her thin legs around the front of his chest, hitching it up by the knee. His hand circled her thigh and then pulled her hips closer to him. She let out a girlish squeal, a sound I had never heard her make with me.

  Kylie bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation. He slowly lowered into her before pulling out, dangerously close to coming out completely. But it sent her screaming. She loved his temptation, the way he made her think he was through with her. He did it again, this time going farther inside and adding a soft push with his hips.

  She cried out again as she turned to face him. She curled her body higher as he began to push into her faster. Their lips met as she attempted to steady herself for a long, wanting kiss. I gripped onto my chair as I watched him touch her chin gently and then follow down her neck, past her shoulders to her breasts all while pumping into her.

  Ky
lie placed her head down into the leather material, holding in another long scream. She was close. I could tell. But she did something surprising. Instead of letting it go, she looked up at the camera in front of her and looked directly into the lens as she said, “Is this what you want? You want me to cum? You wanna make your sister cum so hard?”

  That wasn’t in the script. As I stood, realizing she's talking to me, I watched her let out a long, hard groan before leaning upwards. She yelled out “Oh God! Please! Fuck me!” and he sped up, not even giving her time to enjoy her orgasm like I would have let her. But she seemed to enjoy it. She wanted more.

  She pulled away a bit, and scooted down quickly off her perch. She placed her hands on the arm of the couch with her back towards him, facing directly towards where I’m standing. I watched her face contort as he entered her again. She licked her lips as he went even faster this time, even having to hold onto her hips as he went for the end results. Kylie didn’t take her eyes off of me as she cried out, “More! Please, please. Give me more!”