Yes, I Was a Porn Star Pt. 01

Kathy is first to shoot me down, "You're wrong about us." Yes, that is my shocked face. "We all knew who you were and what you did. We just couldn't track you down. Yes, we didn't care about band or sports, but that doesn't mean we didn't care about you. We had to be careful not to show how much we cared about you. Our best defense was not being near you."

She takes a deep breath, "All three of us would have followed you to California. We'd have done anything to keep you in our lives. You looked out for us and were always around to help. Over the years we drank a lot for the holidays and discovered that we all had, I mean have, crushes on you. But you're our brother. You're taboo."

Abby continues for Kathy, "What she means is we're not letting you go; you will stay sober. We really do want you to be a part of our lives. We want to be an important part of yours. We want you to be happy and comfortable having us around. We don't want you hiding from us. In the short term, we need you to protect Tina. We'll take care of you."

I laugh openly at Abby, "You have no idea what my needs are. Your girlfriends will be the same as all the others, half will run from me, and half will fall in love with my cock but ignore me. I have had 100's of dates in the last several years, I know how this goes. I know there is zero chance of finding love."

Tina laughs at me, "You're so blind it makes me sick."

I am confused, and my anger is growing, "You weren't there, you didn't see the complete disregard they had for me. Even when I broke up, they still wanted sex."

Abby stands up, pulls her shirt over her head, unlatches her bra, and her large breasts tumble out on display. In a quick flash, she pulls down her skirt and panties. She is now standing naked in front of my sisters and me. Wow, she looks unbelievably sexy. She walks to me, has Tina stand up, then sits on my lap.

Abby says in a deep breathy voice, "We know what you need, and we love you now and forever, no matter what. I am willing to be what you need and will love you even more for it."

She twists a bit and hugs me hard, smashing her mammoth breasts into my face. If I weren't in shock, I would have bit a nipple. Instincts take over, and after hesitating, I lick her breasts. My hand came up, and I insert two fingers into her twat. I readjust my hand. I moved my fingers quickly and have Abby moaning on my lap within moments.

Tina and Kathy don't exist anymore. When shooting film, I had to ignore everyone around us. There can easily be twenty to fifty people in the room. I always made it simple, just me and my one to three co-stars were all that existed. That was sage advice I got early on, "Ignore everyone not acting."

Muscle memory takes over, and I am sucking a nipple expertly. I pull my head back, change the angle and then my tongue drags over the top flat part of the nipple. I pull back, change the angle again, and then I suck on the nipple. I pull back, adjust my body and hers, then I lightly bite the nipple. I pull my head back, twist my chest and my angle of my neck, then use my teeth on the base of the breast running up the breast towards the nipple.

That's all it took to get her off and silently orgasm on my lap. Her entire body contracts so that she is holding me hard. No scream or whimper, just an "unh" followed by a hard, tight hug. Tina and Kathy know precisely what happened and stand unmoving, smiles turn up on their faces. That's very interesting.

Kathy picks up Abby and sets her aside, in Tina's arms. Kathy strips in 0.5 seconds by taking off her dress. She is naked in front of me. She pushes my legs wider, and even though she is on her knees, she bends forwards and takes in my cock.

Her method is very unusual. She sucks and bobs for five seconds and then she releases my cock. She sucks and bounces for five seconds and then stops. She rubs her tongue on the underside and stops.

Kathy asks, "Is that kind of frustrating?"

Trying not to sound sarcastic, "Well, yeah."

Kathy smiles at me, "That's how you described sex, and that's what I just saw you do to Abby. The pauses don't do much for us either."

Now she goes down on my cock and continues. Five seconds of bobbing, five seconds of my tongue, and five seconds of sucking my cock. She stops again.

Kathy, "I bet that was better. I strung them together. However, I will make it feel even greater."

Kathy sucks in my cock, applying pressure while bobbing her head and moving her tongue on the bottom side of my helmet where it is sensitive. After a minute, she stops again.

She smiles at me, "Stringing them all together is much better. However, without variety, even sex gets boring. My ex was a one trick pony. Missionary as fast as he could and in one minute he was done."

She continues where she left off, but now the strength of the suction varies, she adds a hand that strokes up and down and then switches to a twisting action. Her tongue glides underneath my tip and then swirls around. She hums a song for a few minutes while wrapping her tongue around my cock. She massages my balls and then stops.

I realize it's no wonder women are disappointed in me. I'm a horrible lover. It's funny. In high school, I was a much better lover than as a porn star. I need to think back to those sessions and step up my game. Kathy is doing a fantastic job on me, and I am nearly ready to blow. Typically I can hold off, but there is something super erotic about my sister sucking my cock.

I surprise her by standing up. She never let go, she continues sucking, stroking, and bobbing to get me off.

I warn Kathy, "If you have ever seen my movies, you know what's coming. You might want to avoid this."

She completely ignores me. She started humming, and that set me off. I pull out of her mouth as I erupt. She has a look of surprise on her face. I then shoot my baby batter onto her face. Imagine making a double batch of thin pancake mix then having it dumped over your head. That is Kathy, dripping with a face full of cum. She is too surprised to do anything but giggle. All three of them laugh at her look.

Abby says, "Damn, that's a bucket of cum."

I look sternly at Tina and Kathy, "Ok, which of you wants to start explaining what the hell just happened here? The last thing I expected today was me being naked and being blown by you. Start explaining."

Kathy coldly answers me, looking straight into my eyes, "The bitch pulled a full house in five-card-draw poker." She looks at me like that should mean something. "We played poker for first."

Cluelessly I ask, "First what?"

Exasperated Kathy almost shouts, "First shot at getting you to love us. We don't want to be a fuck-buddy or sex toy, we want to be loved. Being our brother, you should have some love for us already. We want to get to that next level."

Somehow, I manage to ask, "Why? Why me? This isn't right."

Tina adds, "You know my history, I've got a history of abuse. Abby's a lot like you, men don't take her seriously, she's a fuck toy and nothing else to them. Kathy just ended a loveless marriage of bad sex. We know how you feel and where you are in life. We all got to the same spot, we just used different highways."

Abby comes to me and wants to be held, I hold her tight. She is silent, allowing her sisters to tell the story. I can feel tears dripping on my back. Her arms are caressing my back, she is holding me tight like I might run away. I won't, but I want some answers. I also need time to come to grips with this. I did not expect to have sex with my sisters. I know that is precisely what they want.

Abby speaks with a broken voice, choking back tears, "We're here for you and hope you can be here for us. We need you not as a porn star, just as a brother. Well, maybe a little more than just a brother."

All three giggle at that last comment.

My voice is soft, their love for me has moved me to tears, "You three know what a mess I am emotionally and physically. I've not worked out in six months. My diet is 90% liquid. Booze. Now you're asking me to do something I shouldn't. But I think I want to. I need to take this slow. Not saying I will, not saying I won't. I just want some time to take this in and think about it. You're asking me to make a big decision. I'm not asking you to leave. I suspect John will show up again and this time with friends."

Kathy yawns and then says, "It's late. We'd love you to join us. But I agree, I think it's best to wait until you are ready mentally. We're in no rush. We don't want to cause you any more pain. You'll know when you're ready. Right now, I NEED a shower."

Kathy smiles and the others laugh. She really does need a shower.

Chapter 8 -- Training Begins

I take a shower, put on my clothes, and am making omelets before the first signs of life emerge from my room. Tina is wearing just a bra and panties.

She looks at me, smiles, then simply adds, "Deal with it. I'm comfortable." Like I was going to complain.

As the eggs cook, Abby and Kathy come out together. Both are wearing only bras and panties. Ok, I see a pattern, cock tease Steve. It will work at some point. Until then I will thoroughly enjoy this and then bang the hell out of them. I wonder how many days I will last. I dare not say that out loud.

After breakfast, Kathy says, "We need to dress, we have 11:00 appointments. We are going to a gym and take a class together. I know Tina has an outfit, Abby and I can wear a jersey. We can do dishes later, we need to get going."

I pull out some clothes that should work. The jerseys are large, the girls will look adorable in them. Tina has a perfect outfit for working out. Soon we are all dressed for a workout and on our way. We go over to a small gym that is nearby. It's close enough that we can walk there. We each get a personal trainer and work hard for an hour. I have a ton of muscle left over, but it has no definition, and I am stiff and a little out of breath from not working out recently.

The girls each work out, but now they're working more on strength and flexibility than the toning they used to do. After the hour I find out why they changed, we have a self-defense class lined up. The teacher -- Sammo - spends three hours bringing us up to date with his class that we are joining. I will spend extra time with him to learn to disarming and disabling moves. Kathy explained our issue and his sister had a similar problem. He is more than willing to help us out. He is very passionate and knowledgeable about self-defense.

Sammo's motivated to help us. I am motivated to protect my sister. I pay him well, but this isn't about the money. He's hard on me and forces me to do things perfectly. Sammo knows someday my life will depend on his training and he is going to make sure I am ready. My size and strength are both a blessing and a curse, we adjust for smaller attackers. We all meet twice a week; I meet him for two long hard hours seven days a week. I am taught things nobody else learns.

We walk across the street for lunch. It's three o'clock on a Sunday afternoon, late lunch early dinner. Abby and Kathy are going back home soon, they work. I will drive Tina to and from work. I promise to get two more keys made this week. They will be back for weekends and the two nights we have a class together.

Over the next several weeks my body tones up, I get my flexibility back, I become more proficient. Sammo is a heck of a teacher, and I am a motivated pupil, that's an excellent combination for both of us. My sisters see the quick turn-around in my body and confidence. I have a lot of time during the day to work out. Then I spend two hours with martial arts training. It's demanding work, but the results make me stronger and deadly.

Kathy was upfront with the gym, explaining who I am and that I didn't need a bunch of women gazing at me. I work out at their slowest time of day, and they made it no secret to others that I am off limits. Do not talk or stare at me, I want privacy.

My sisters tease me like crazy at home. They are in a war to see who can wear the sexiest outfit. Each of them has at least a D bra, and they're all wearing micro bikinis at home and under their outfits. They still wear my jerseys to class to hide their bodies from the men. At home, those quickly go away.

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It's about a month of going to the gym when Sammo has me sit on the mat with him.

Sammo is happy with my progress, "Starting today, you cut your workout times in half. I'll work you hard but not like I have for the past few weeks. You're ready, and soon, your sister's ex may come for you. I don't want you so tired you can't defend yourself. It might be tonight or two weeks from now, but it will be soon. You want them in your doorway, where you get them one on one.

"Take the 'EL' (the ELevated train is a subway that's above ground and famous in downtown Chicago) or use public parking. Keep altering your routes. Force them to play on your terms. Be random. I know you have a bat, don't use it. You are more dangerous with your hands now. Plus, the bat makes you look more dangerous, you want to catch them off guard.

"They will probably try to use knives. Get a bullet proof vest just in case. Wear it to our workouts, I want you to be comfortable in it. Tonight, we'll spend a lot more time preparing for knives. I will prove to you that you have the advantage."

Chapter 9 -- Class Resumes

After class, all the sisters are over for dinner. It is a tradition we have now. I cook, they eat, and then I do the dishes as they leave. Tonight, I don't do the dishes. I leave them on the table. All three sisters look at me with surprise.

In the last few weeks, I have come to accept having sex with my sisters. They each have a reason for needing me. I expect that eventually, they will each leave me, so they can get married and have their own families. That makes this more comfortable as it is just short term. I am giving them what they need at this point in their lives. In the mean-time, they can help me learn to be a regular lover again. I was a great one once and then making movies ruined me. I want to be good again. I want to find a woman of my own.

I explain with a spontaneous loss of confidence, "I want to learn to be good in bed again. I want to be that guy on film, but in real life. I want to be the type of man a woman wants more than once. I need someone to help me break my bad habits, someone with lots of patience. I'm ready for you to find me a teacher. I don't have any illusion of finding someone that will love me. Not for a while at least. I can pay her good money."

They are near tears from looking at me and listening to me timidly ask for a teacher.

Abby's words are strong, "Go to your room and close the door. We need to discuss the best person for you. When we get a name, we'll come to get you. Put your headphones on and listen to some music. I don't want you to ruin the surprise."

I go to my room, put my "Beats" on, and bring up some Journey. That always does it for me. "Anyway, she wants it ..."

Several songs later and I feel a naked body getting into bed with me. My eyes are closed but I know it is Abby, and I can't say I am surprised. Tina loves me for what I did. Abby's love is different. She idolizes me more than her sisters do. I was someone she looked up to. Yes, she is the oldest, but Tina and Kathy looked down on me as their annoying brother. Especially when I was dating Tina's college friends while I was in high school. Abby also has a bit of a wild streak in her. No, I am not surprised.

I say softly, "It doesn't have to be you."

She is quick to respond, "I want it to be me. I'm not letting some harlot teach you the finer points of sex. Trust me, I'll savor our time together. I did have to make one small concession though."

On saying those words, Kathy and Tina come into my room with two kitchen chairs. They sit down.

Abby continues, "Think of them as quality control or life coaches. They'll benefit tremendously from our sessions together."

I inquire, "Oh really? You think this will take several sessions?"

Abby purrs, "Definitely. I need to verify you learn what I teach you. She laughs. You may never graduate."

Abby changes her tone, she is confident but instructional now, "Rule number one. Never stop. I don't care what you're doing or for how long. Never stop. I want you transitioning into different styles and positions, but I never want you to stop unless I say so.

"Rule number two. Don't be predictable. Rule number three goes with rule number two, use variety. I bet you didn't like girls just bobbing on your flagpole, did you? No, you want different stuff. Rule number four, try to make each technique change while using it."

Abby looks me in the eyes, "Think of grade school and high school choir. We held notes and stay at a specific and constant pitch. Now think of an opera singer. Do they hold the single note flat? No way, you can hear it waver, it makes it more interesting. That is doubly true when they hold the last note of a song. You can suck a nipple, or you can suck it hard and then soft, then gradually suck it harder again. Or. You can just suck a nipple. Guess what I want?"

Abby looks like she is planning mischief, "Since you have a tree trunk for a cock, you need to make sure your woman is warmed up, or you'll never get a second date. You have done enough porn, kiss, work the breasts, eat the woman to several orgasms, and then fuck her long and slow. You may finish with hard and fast if needed."

Now Abby looks determined, "You must learn to read your partner. Some like dirty talk. Some want it harder, faster, slower. Are they meeting your slamming or fighting you? Are they sweating, is their breathing regular, are they dry inside? All of those should tell you the state of arousal of your partner and will tell you when to mount her and when to cum for her. In high school you were a natural, you need to go back in time and forget the stopping.

"You need to write your own script and then learn to deviate from it. Now, I want you to make love to me. Feel your emotions. This isn't high school where you fuck women. This is you trying to catch a woman worth your effort, one that will make you happy."

I reply, "Wow, it's no wonder I suck at sex. I had no clue."

Abby is laying next to me. I roll over closer to her and place a hand behind her head to bring us together so I can kiss her. I don't just smash our lips, I softly allow my lips to touch hers. I apply more pressure and think about how lucky I am to be with such a beautiful woman, naked in my arms.

As I roll her on top of me, she is working our lips good. My mouth opens, and immediately her tongue comes over into my space to entertain me. Our tongues twist and turn as our saliva intermingles together. It's a lovely experience that satisfies both of us. She pulls away, satisfied with my work.

We rarely kiss in the movies, it doesn't translate well on the screen so it is usually quick and then let's get to the sex and nudity. I enjoyed the kiss; it was very romantic. On the set, there is no romance, usually just the opposite. Women in the industry don't want their counterparts, we suck in bed. They want normal men and to be loved. There's no place for love on the set.

I am beating myself up internally. I know that I am pausing to think of the next step rather than just flowing into it. She told me to never stop moving, always be doing something. A quick pause is a stop. Hey, wait a minute, this is your sister. What the hell am I doing? She is teaching me about sex. I can't do that with flashcards or by reading a book, it must be more hands on. I need to be more spontaneous. I don't need a script, that would make me think too much. I get to choose what to do for the first time in forever. Yet I find it hard to be spontaneous, so I fall back onto the scripts I performed. Breaking ten years of work experience is hard.