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Daria’s Adult Career-08
Holidays -2003
Wednesday, November 26, 7:35 am, San Jose International Airport
A very tired Jane Lane dragged herself out onto the main concourse, her eyes half-scanning for the baggage area and half trying to avoid running into anyone.
“My, how soon they forget.”
Jane took three more steps before the identity of the voice surfaced. Jane stopped and looked around, still not quite coherent.
A waving hand and smiling face drew Jane’s attention, and soon she and Fran were hugging and exchanging cheek kisses. When they broke apart, still holding hands, Fran said, “Let’s get you a double espresso and then get your suitcase.”
“Sounds good. How’s the spouse and kid?”
Fran guided Jane towards the coffee bar she had spotted. “Both are fine. DeeDee would be happier if she arrives a few weeks early.”
“As close as she is, I don’t blame her.”
About forty minutes later, they were driving through the Browns’ neighborhood. “Uh, wasn’t that the turn to your house?”
“Yep, but we upgraded.” Fran made the next turn, which led them up a slight hill. The real steep slopes, where wildfires and landslides were occasional threats, were aways off. The house Fran turned into had originally been a slightly larger version of the ranch-style Jane had first visited. The original differences had been first, unusually, this one had a basement. Second, located on a corner lot, the garage was perpendicular to the house – and had four bays rather than two. Third, at some point, an upper floor had been added. Altogether, as the cellar had been fixed over and extended to under the enclosed patio and garage, there was nearly 4 times the total floor space in the new house.
Including the area over the patio, the upper floor held a master suite, three other bedrooms, and two additional small bathrooms – one with a tub and the other with a shower., and a separate suite over the garage, which was designated Jane’s studio space. A bit more than half the space under the garage was a wine cellar, although it was mostly empty. Part of the space area under the garage was partially storage for their videos, while the rest plus the area under the patio had been turned into a little viewing area, with a large screen and seating for 12. The rest of the basement was set up for offices for DeeDee and Fran and a large rec area, although that was currently empty except for a few yoga mats.
“Dare I ask, well, how?” Jane asked, a bit shocked after she joined her lovers on the sofa.
“Well, there were a few things I didn’t tell you about the last house,” DeeDee confessed. “First, about eighteen months ago, the owner went a bit crazy and killed his family before committing suicide. That did two things: one, it didn’t attract buyers; and two, we were therefore able to get it by paying off the mortgage as we paid upfront. Therefore, since we could pay for it in cash we were able to get it at about forty percent of its actual worth. That meant we could flip it at a nice profit – people have mostly forgotten about the murders, in part because over half the neighbors sold and moved between the murders and now.”
“Wow.”
“That paid for just over half of this. As for the rest, Marie Morgan made a deal with HBO.”
“Which novel?”
“None of them.” The third novel was about to be released. “It’s a twelve-part mini-series, set in Paris in the Nineteen-twenties. We made the deal in August, and they decided to pick up an option even though they’ve just started pre-production. The first series will be called, ‘Parisian Decadence by Marie Morgan.’ The second series will be just ‘Parisian Decadence’ with ‘based on the stories of Marie Morgan.’ I’ll do the first three episodes of the second season, but after that, it’s out of my hands.”
“And that pays for all this?”
“Yep,” Fran smirked. “We don’t owe a penny.”
“Of course, at the moment, we’re down to under five thousand in savings,” DeeDee pointed out. “And that’s with some checks that came in.”
“But that’s because we used it to put in the theater seating,” Fran retorted.
The three had by now moved up to the master suite, which had the widest bed Jane had ever seen. The suite had two walk-in closets and a full bath (with tub and separate walk-in shower) and separate half-bath. The huge bed took up a fair amount of room, but there were three tall dressers with mirrors, and a small vanity, with a lighted mirror.
“Okay, Lane, I know you’re tired. Strip and get into bed. Fran has to put in a half day at the office, so your job is to cuddle me and feed me lunch in bed.”
Fran and Jane laughed, kissed, and then did as Mistress DeeDee commanded.
The pair actually ate lunch in the breakfast nook in the kitchen, but Jane did scramble the eggs and make the sourdough toast. “So, what other news is there?”
DeeDee sighed. “Mother finally made peace. After she sent five letters full of advice on being pregnant and dealing with newborns, Dad and I between us got her to realize that she was repeating how her mother treated her. We think, barring some likely but hopefully minor relapses, she’ll be okay with us.”
“That’s good, right?”
DeeDee frowned. “Between Dad and Quinn back there, and Fran here, it’s been decided there’s going to be a huge family get-together here at Christmas, if it’s okay with you.”
The hopeful look DeeDee gave her friend, Jane knew, was intended for her to give them an out. Instead, Jane said, “If that’s what you want, okay. Who’s coming?”
“I really do love you, Jane, but you can be a real pain in the ass.”
“I thought you or Fran would be the pain in my ass tonight?” Jane pouted. “Not even if I say ‘please’?”
DeeDee rolled her eyes. “Anyway, Mother, Dad, Aunt Amy, Quinn, and Stacy, plus of course the four of us.”
“Speaking of who, did you two decided on the name?”
“Yes,” DeeDee said with a smirk.
Seeing DeeDee was not going to tell her, Jane went on, “Can I…?” Jane rephrased that, given the dirty look DeeDee was directing at her, “May I ask you something?”
“Of course you may!”
Jane hesitated, but asked, “Can you really afford all this? Especially with me coming, with no certain inclome, not to mention the baby?”
“You deserve to know,” DeeDee agreed. “First, yes, Fran and my base salaries would clear a hundred thousand, but not substantially. However, Fran goes over and above her base job description, and I do even more. That will put us over a hundred and sixty for this year, and no, that isn’t counting things like our new game, although hopefully that will come through. That was just enough to make it in the old house.”
DeeDee gestured around the near McMansion. “But yes, we can afford this and the baby, and to get you set up. We of course get little residual money from our main acting roles, but we’ve been getting a fair amount from the boutique, although that will likely taper off. On top of that, however, I worked for a number of people who cared slightly more for their ego than for the bottom line – provided they still made good money. I wrote a lot more of the scenarios and especially dialogue than I was given credit for, in exchange for small pieces of the films’ gross to the studio or the distributor. I then traded some of that for equity in a distribution company. Including what we’ll make from the boutique porn and some scenes I wrote, we’ll make well over three hundred and sixty thousand off of porn of various types this year, although again the residuals will decrease over the years. The money from the distribution company should go up, and I’ll still write scenarios for some friends.”
Jane blinked at the amounts.
DeeDee smirked. “That doesn’t count the Marie Morgan or Ashley Powers novel money – the second Ashley Powers novel will come out next summer, I just signed the contract but the check will arrive in January – tax purposes. And no, that doesn’t take into account the next installment of the HBO money. That will be split, half into a trust for the baby and half in Treasury notes or something similar.” DeeDee smiled. “We’re good in at least the short and medium terms. If we can get going in gaming – if the game is successful, we’ll get more shares in the company we’re working for – even if the novel-related money dries up in a few years, that plus the porn investments should keep us going.”
*
Saturday, November 29
“Hello-oo!”
“Hi, Missus M; this is Jane.”
“What can I do for you, Jane?” Helen could tell that Jane was tired, but seemed to be in a good mood.
“I get to officially inform you that you are a grandmother two weeks earlier than expected.”
“Oh, my!” Helen looked up. “Jake! Quinn! Come quick! Dari, err, Darlene had the baby!” She refused to call her daughter ‘DeeDee.’ Helen repositioned the phone. “Are they okay?”
“Yeah, they are. DeeDee started having contractions just before supper last night. We got her to the hospital, and she gave birth just before midnight. Amelia Jane Brown, seven pounds, two ounces, perfectly healthy. I’ll develop a roll of film of them on Monday and you’ll have your copies by Wednesday or Thursday.”
“Thank you, Jane. I’m glad you were there, and I’m sure Da, my daughter and Fran were, too.”
*
Christmas Eve
The trio and their five guests sat around the dinner table, replete. Seven of them had savored the meal of oysters cooked on the grill outside, followed by a pork roast and skewers of grilled veggies. Quinn had grilled mushrooms and eggplant. They all enjoyed the California rosé.
“What next?” Jane asked, knowing what she was supposed to do.
“Everyone, downstairs,” DeeDee commanded. “No, we’re not going to watch porn, but both Mother” (Helen winced, as she was still not ‘Mom’) “and Aunt Amy have wondered what I was like on screen. None of us are opposed to eroticism, so I have two film excerpts to show you. Then we can watch something seasonal, if we can agree on anything.”
Quinn scooped up her niece, before Jane, Helen, or Amy could. Quinn sat with little AJ on her lap, while the others settled. Since they had just finished dinner, no one wanted popcorn.
DeeDee sat on a folding chair to explain the video, so she could face the group. “This first scene is from a specialty video – not easily found.” It was in fact a ‘boutique’ video – a female film executive had it made for her private enjoyment – DeeDee only had this scene, the rest was unavailable even to her, unless she wanted to pay to see it at the studio. “‘Sapphic Girls of Burlesque’ ‘starred three female starlets, one of whom is now making it big and two other porn actresses besides myself. Each of us did a classic burlesque dance (between 3-4 minutes) and then each starlet made it with one porn star. This is my routine.”
DeeDee did a classic veil strip – four ‘veils’ around her sequined bottoms, two around her tasseled bra, and one worn as an actual veil, as well as low heels. Her actions were smooth, if not terribly complicated, and the parts where she attempted traditional ‘belly dance’ moves were only slightly above average. After a minute of dancing, she took the next two minutes to remove the six lower and two upper veils. Then the sequined bottoms came off, revealing the briefest of thong, then the tasseled bra, revealing pasties with tiny tassels, which DeeDee made to do the traditional spin after teasing her near-nudity with the nearly transparent veil.
Everyone applauded, Jake rather sheepishly. Helen wished she had danced as well in her loops.
DeeDee stood. “So, a friend of ours and I were doing a shoot. He’d made a few regular adult movies before, but wanted to make something really special. He knew I’d done some scenarios and even a full script, and asked for suggestions. I made one; he liked it, so I wrote it.”
DeeDee went over to sit back on the folding chair so she could face the audience. “Now, on this second film, Max, the producer, director, and co-star, is black, and wanted to make a reverse slavery movie. The story I came up with was set during the early Roman Empire. The legions and auxiliaries have fought a battle, defeating German tribes, capturing and enslaving the survivors. Six German prisoners have been given to the head of an auxiliary group from Nubia. He and five of his officers feast in his tent. To get a good look at the prisoners, the soldiers make them dance for them. They then divide the dancers between them, which is where this version of the video ends.”
DeeDee shifted. “One of the dancers had been a showgirl-style professional dancer before getting into the industry – she was obviously going to be the star. Her boyfriend played the second-in-command, and would claim her. Another dancer plays a Germanic princess who out of pride refuses to do much for their entertainment. That actress specializes in doing s-and-m and gangbang scenes, and she would be punished along those lines, although we won’t see that. The title is still for sale if you want to watch the released version. The other three, like me, had some but limited dance experience, and do the best we can, even though we will obviously be outshined by the professional dancer.”
Continuing, DeeDee explained, “Now we shot all the dancing – well over forty minutes worth, and, somewhat edited, that’s what we’ll see. In the final cut, you see a little over eight minutes of dancing spread over maybe ten minutes. Between some of the intro material, all the dancing, the intercuts with the actors and the drummer, and the selection, this lasts a little over fifty minutes. Questions?”
“No, but I think Amelia is getting fussy; she’s probably hungry,” Quinn said. Nodding, DeeDee started the video, took her daughter and sat in one of the theater seats, opened her shirt and started breast feeding her.
The video played out much like DeeDee had described. The six prisoners represented the princess, a slave dancer, and four of the princess’ servants. The princess was proud and arrogant, unyielding, sure she would be treated well and uncaring of the fate of the others. Except for Quinn and Stacy, the others all thought she was acting rather like Quinn had been in high school. DeeDee’s character however had taken the dancer aside and was asking for advice on how to win favor with the soldiers while the other three were alternating whining and trying to beg the princess for protection. Only the dancer and DeeDee realized that the fact they had been given to the ‘Nubians’ meant that the Romans had no other use for them.
The first dancer tried to dance in the thigh length dress-like tunic they were now all wearing. Part way through her clumsy dance, she was grabbed and it was ripped off of her, as was her loin cloth a few moments later. The other five, shown as watching from just outside the tent, looked more worried as that dance went on, even the princess.
The second dancer borrowed a short knife, slit open her tunic, and danced a bit faster, spinning to show glimpses of her breasts before discarding it and finally her loin cloth. She was, like the first, set off to one side, although closer to the Nubians judging them.
Daria went next. She had her tunic slit as well, and had somehow acquired a piece of silk she used as a combination of veil and scarf. Only Fran had seen this before, and the other six were mesmerized by DeeDee’s skillful and sensuous dance. Granted, the professional dancer was at least two steps above any of the others in technique and the ‘princess’ would intentionally flub her dance, but the others all thought that DeeDee’s was technically either the second or third best, and may have been actually the most erotic.
After a bathroom break for the adults and a diaper change for AJ (as DeeDee, Fran, and Jake usually referred to her – Helen, Quinn, and Stacy called her Amelia, while Jane sometimes referred to her as ‘little Janey’ and Amy as ‘Amy Junior’), they all came back to the video room to watch ‘Miracle on 34th Street’ and eat popcorn.
Quinn of course did not approve of Christmas trees, real or artificial. The small Australian Primrose tree the California trio had was in a pot and would be replanted in the backyard. It wasn’t really the right shape, and of course Quinn pointed out it was hardly native, but it at least fit the environment and was attractive.
The group did not really exchange gifts; they all felt the gathering was enough. Jane made certain that all the guests got great photos of themselves and AJ. Despite her tender age, the baby already seemed to like posing as much as her Aunt Quinn had her entire life. She loved being held, smiled often, and if she fussed when hungry or needed changing, she never carried on like some infants did. She received most of the presents, at DeeDee’s suggestion inexpensive clothes she could grow quickly in and out of.
Quinn and Stacy of course made sure their contributions were all cute.
To their surprise, DeeDee did not object. “When she’s older, she can think about what she likes. Right now, we all get to choose.”
The group again feasted on Christmas itself. Quinn even told DeeDee ahead of time not to make special vegan dishes just for her. Taking a few cues from ancient Rome (where the courses went ‘from eggs to apples’), the feast therefore started off with a vegetable quiche. The next course was a simple small salad, although Quinn’s was the only one without grilled shrimp. Both were served with a nice rosé from Bonny Doon. The main course was a goose roasted on their new gas grill and two ducks done on a more traditional charcoal rotisserie, cornbread dressing, and green beans, served with an excellent Napa Petite Sirah. Dessert was apple turnovers, heated and with vanilla ice cream on top, with coffee or tea. Once that had settled, about an hour later there was a cheese plate and nuts (especially cashews for Jake), served with sparkling pink wine from Sonoma.
All the guests agreed they had been well-treated by the trio. Helen and Jake had to leave on the 27th, while Amy left the next morning. That afternoon, Quinn cornered DeeDee after lunch, asking for a private conversation.
DeeDee took Quinn down to the video room, sat Quinn next to her, and waited for her sister to start.
“This is difficult,” Quinn finally admitted.
“Okay, pick something easily answered to start, if difficult to ask.”
After a moment, Quinn started, “Has Stacy…would you…?”
“First of all, Stacy loves you,” DeeDee answered, figuring out what Quinn was trying to ask. “She may or may not still fantasize about being with me, but she would never act on it. She will never desert you – unless you push her away. Just so you know, even if she did ask, and you were there asking me to as well, and Fran and Jane were there saying it was okay or even encouraging me, I still wouldn’t want to – not because Stacy isn’t cute, and only partially because it would likely cause problems between the two of you later, and likely between me and Jane later.” DeeDee considered, and added, “Maybe even between Fran and myself as well.”
“You’re likely right,” Quinn had to agree. “It’s just…as much as we love each other, I don’t think I’m really satisfying her, at least not as much as she does me.”
“How typical was that tape?” DeeDee asked bluntly.
“Well, to be honest, it was a lot more…intense than usual,” Quinn admitted. “And we did things for that that usually are, well, spread over a couple of times.”
DeeDee nodded. “I thought as much. I think the tape showed several things. On the positive side, you’re good at reading Stacy’s body language, but on the other hand you almost always wait until she gives you that signal; you aren’t comfortable anticipating her. You obviously know what she likes by now and seemed comfortable in giving her what she likes and receiving what she gives you. Still, you’re the more active partner: lead her a bit instead of following her, but stay alert in case she wants or needs something different. Second, try and be more comfortable – I know you’re comfortable in your body, but not when it comes to sex.” She frowned. “Did someone…hurt you?”
Quinn colored. “No.” Frowning, she continued, “You’re right, I’ve never been fully comfortable being…intimate with anyone other than with Stacy. Still, the closest I can think of being even embarrassed was this one time, at Camp Grizzly…let’s just say one of female counselors caught me with my hand down my shorts and embarrassed the hell out of me with the lecture she gave.” Quinn shrugged. “But despite some handsy guys in high school, especially back in Highland, I was never even close to being molested.”
DeeDee raised the arm between the theater seats they were on and put a hand on Quinn’s shoulder. “Stacy loves you; if you need help opening up, see if the counselling center at Lawndale State is any good. Some colleges have really good help.”
“Thanks.”
Seeing the look on her sister’s face, DeeDee asked, “Something else?”
“I do have three things I’d really like to know, but I think we will need to bond more before I ask at least two of them,” Quinn admitted.
DeeDee smiled a little at that. “Let me guess, why did I leave and why did I do porn would be two? And the third?”
“So why did you quit? I mean, I was shocked to learn you did porn, but you always looked like you enjoyed it at least.”
“I did enjoy it.” DeeDee sighed. “I was surprised by how much I enjoy sex. I am unimaginatively responsive – that’s how Tom almost controlled me.”
“How did you…I mean is that why, well…?”
DeeDee nodded. “When I realized that no matter how much I gave in to him, Tom would always want more, want to show he was the one in control. What he wanted was real dominance, to the point of at least tying me up and possibly spanking me…and then I really think he would have gotten cruel. I laid a trap, he fell for it, and I was prepared. I handcuffed him to his bed leg, put the key out of his reach, threated to stomp his balls, and left a note for his parents just beyond the key.”
“And what did his parents do?”
“I put the key and the note just out of his reach, but on his bedspread.”
Quinn thought about that, and then stated, “So when, or if, he thought about it, he just had to pull the bedspread towards him to get the key?”
“Right.” DeeDee smirked. “Hopefully it took him a while to figure that out – I figure that since I never heard anything more from that family, he escaped in time. Anyway….”
“Your responsiveness?”
“About ninety percent of my on-screen climaxes were real – and I assure you that’s well above the industry average.”
“Above mine, anyway,” Quinn muttered, surprised. As responsive as Stacy was, it was rare for Quinn to climax as easily as DeeDee apparently always did.
“As to why I started? Briefly, to my surprise at the time, I fell madly for Fran, and quickly. However, I am a very jealous person – how I reacted to Jane being with tom made me realize that. I knew I couldn’t stand watching Fran do her job, porn. I would have a hard time even knowing what she was doing away from me. How could I normalize that? Answer; join her in the industry. If we’re both doing it, I can’t be jealous.”
“Was it that easy?”
“No,” DeeDee admitted, “but it worked. Living with Fran helped some, and to be crass, so did the money, but the fact that I enjoyed sex so much – even if I often had to pretend I was having sex with Fran or Jane instead of a stranger – helped as well. As for why did I quit? Do you know how many partners I had in my short but very active career of thirty-three months? Not counting Jane, Tom, and Fran, all before that first time with a stranger, I had a hundred and twenty-seven penises in at least one orifice and at least nine others were in hand or ejaculated on me; probably a few more. I had sexual contact with ninety-five vaginas and at least another fifteen sets of breasts. I’m not sure how many other people had hands on my body or fingers inside me. I did just over a thousand different sex scenes in two hundred and forty-six videos. I wasn’t a major star, but I was certainly on the next level within about four months and was in very high demand. I could have done at least thirty percent more if I hadn’t been going to classes.” She had indeed been in very high demand, in part because she was cute, willing to consider most conventional sex scenes, and quickly demonstrated skill in acting as a Dom and/or a pegger with men, women, and trans women. Other major reasons were her excellent acting skills, ease at quickly achieving actual orgasms, plus her ability to deepthroat and willingness to do anal. All that increased her offers as well as pay scale. When she quickly showed she could punch up others’ dialog and then write scenarios and scripts well above the industry average, her standing and offers within all aspects of the industry increased as well.
“So, you got tired of it?”
DeeDee shook her head. “Nope, not a bit. To my utter shock, I physically enjoyed it, and liked most of the people I performed with and worked for. It wasn’t that I was getting addicted to it as such either – that might have happened in time, but Fran was getting a bit closer to it that I was. No, it was that the lifestyle, that way of thinking, was becoming normalized.”
Seeing her sister’s confusion, DeeDee went on. “Did you watch my video ‘Darling Tutor’?” DeeDee had coached two true newbies through all the steps of on-screen sex. Quinn blushed at the memories. “Before or after you shot the video for us?”
“After,” Quinn admitted. “It did help me with Stacy; but now I really see what you meant in that video out reading your partner.”
“Alright. Now, imagine you two had sent that tape to me so I could show it around as an audition tape.”
Quinn blushed again, and DeeDee could see the idea both frightened her and turned her on a bit. She and Stacy had role-played that idea a few times.
“The producer of ‘Darling Tutor’ would have leapt onto that as a project – imagine, ‘Darling Sister,’ where I teach you exactly how wonderful sex, especially Sapphic sex, can be.” DeeDee’s voice had softened, and she had taken off her glasses and was looking deep into her sister’s eyes. “I could have taught you what you had been missing all those years you ignored me, pretended I was your cousin or didn’t actually exist. You saw what I did with that second girl in ‘Tutor’.” That video had had DeeDee teaching two 18-year-old industry newbies how to have sex with a woman as well as oral and anal with a man. The second teen had been a cute, thin strawberry blonde, who had the same body-type as Quinn. “When you watched, did you imagine that was you teaching the girl, or me, teaching you? Did you wish you had come to me to reassure you that you didn’t have to be shallow? That you could be as beautiful a person as you look? That you could enjoy all types of sexual experiences?” DeeDee’s hand had covered her sister’s, and was caressing it gently.
“You weren’t sad or hurt very often, but when you were, I wanted to comfort you, but you rejected me every time and so by the time we moved to Lawndale, I gave up, even though it broke my heart. How I wanted you to assure me you cared, that you loved me as much as I love you. How much I wanted to share my affection with the person I should have always been close to.” Her voice was soft, persuasive, seductive.
“Think of that video.” DeeDee was stroking her sister’s arm…and inching closer. “Did you imagine that was me, licking down your perfect puffy nipples on those firm A-cup apples of yours, down to your navel – and then onwards down you belly?” Quinn’s other hand was hesitatingly stroking DeeDee’s upper arm, her eyes glazed, lost in the hypnotic voice and soft touches as she visualized the scenes, semi-mesmerized. “Skipping over your pretty pouty quim to lave those supple thighs?”
Quinn’s eyes were now closed, and she was moaning slightly. “Yes….” Quinn whispered, tears running down her cheeks. “Sorry, but I did. I wanted you so much when I saw you having sex…making love. I…I was so wrong…I hurt you so much….”
“That’s alright,” DeeDee reassured her in a soft, loving tone. “After all, I thought of you while I was teaching her how…I was having sex with her, but I imagined I was making love to you, my darling, wonderful sister.” DeeDee’s lips were close to Quinn’s ear as she whispered, “I do love you.”
Quinn turned her head and kissed her sister, deeply, and DeeDee returned the kiss.
Quinn suddenly realized what she was doing, and who with. Her head jerked back, her eyes wide.
DeeDee gripped her sister’s shoulders. “It’s alright. Nothing serious happened, nothing else will happen, and I wouldn’t have let things go further – now. But don’t you see, at the time, I would have wanted us to make that video together, and more. It would have been ‘fun’ and ‘different’ to make a real incest movie with you. I was acclimatized to the industry; I was being totally drawn in. I could have stayed, made slightly fewer videos, but done a lot more screen writing, producing, even directing. And gotten more and more involved. I saw worrying symptoms in Fran – sex between us was great, but she was looking for heavier scenes to shoot. She saw other worrying symptoms in me. We knew by a year ago September that we should quit, although we didn’t until the first week of January.”
Quinn was still recovering from her lustfulness towards her own sister. “Why so long?” she managed to ask.
DeeDee shrugged. “We both had some contract commitments, but not for nearly as many films as we actually did. We were finishing our degrees that semester, and would need jobs that paid decently, although unlikely anything like Fran was making, let alone myself, so we banked the money we made from the extra scenes. Fortunately, a former colleague came to our rescue. Fred did some porn part-time while he was in college, but quit and worked in the tech industry for a few years, before the tech crash – the company he worked for was one of the first to go under right in March Two-thousand. Until early Two-thousand and two, he came back to porn full time while trying to get his idea for a new tech company going with sounder finances. He offered us decent jobs and some stock equity starting last January. Between what we had saved, the income from my novels, and the house we found at below market price, we took the chance.”
DeeDee fully disengaged from Quinn. “We were both so lucky. As best we can tell, neither of us caught anything, were injured, or otherwise damaged. We both worked for people that paid well and treated us right. Fran lucked us into that boutique porn I told you about – those videos paid very well and actually have good residuals, which most adult performers don’t get. I make some on the projects I wrote for and especially the few I co-produced, but we don’t usually make much if anything on most other videos other than the money upfront. Plus, my first novel has sold well, and if I didn’t make much per copy on the first two printings, I do on the other reprints and paperback rights, and have a much better deal on the other two. We’ll see how the HBO series affects sales.”
“And the really kinky one?”
“I’ve sold a fair number of the Ashley Powers novel. A second one should be out next year, but I won’t make that much from them.” DeeDee shrugged. “With just a little luck, we’ll make a fair amount off our first game.”
Quinn and Stacy had tried the beta version over Christmas. “How much of it is yours?”
“The scenario, dialogue, and so on is totally me. Fran did about half the coding and I did a little as well. She did all the basic designs and about a third of the finished, as well as most of the character designs, based on my drafts. We both voiced two of the twenty interactive characters.” She shrugged. “Now we just have to see how the gamers like it.”
“So you won’t be doing any more porn?”
DeeDee shrugged. “Professionally? I would prefer not to. With the HBO deal, I doubt it will come to that. We’re putting half the upfront money from that into a trust for AJ, so even if the Morgan series flops, the novels lose appeal, and the graphics company goes bust, she’ll be okay, even if I have to make MILF porn until I qualify for GILF.”
Even Quinn knew the term MILF, but, “GILF?”
“‘Grannie’ instead of ‘Mom’,” DeeDee said dryly. Deciding to tease her sister, she went on, “I see you’re still squirming a little, as well as the condition of your blouse. Maybe you should find Stacy and see what she can do about it.”
Realizing how hard her nipples were, and so blushing even more, Quinn thanked her sister for the talk, and left.
“Come on in,” DeeDee called.
Fran came in from the wine cellar, where she had been listening. “That was both hot and a bit cruel.”
“Seducing my own sister?” DeeDee shrugged. “I wouldn’t have gone any further, but I’m glad she stopped it so I didn’t have to.”
“You are now a true MILF and yet still an ingenue,” Fran teased. “I only want to share you with Jane, even though I know you’d make some great GILF porn…in fifty or sixty years.”
“You know, it’s been a month,” DeeDee said in a faux breathless voice, unzipping Fran’s skirt. “I think it’s time for you to be inside me again.”
Holidays -2003
Wednesday, November 26, 7:35 am, San Jose International Airport
A very tired Jane Lane dragged herself out onto the main concourse, her eyes half-scanning for the baggage area and half trying to avoid running into anyone.
“My, how soon they forget.”
Jane took three more steps before the identity of the voice surfaced. Jane stopped and looked around, still not quite coherent.
A waving hand and smiling face drew Jane’s attention, and soon she and Fran were hugging and exchanging cheek kisses. When they broke apart, still holding hands, Fran said, “Let’s get you a double espresso and then get your suitcase.”
“Sounds good. How’s the spouse and kid?”
Fran guided Jane towards the coffee bar she had spotted. “Both are fine. DeeDee would be happier if she arrives a few weeks early.”
“As close as she is, I don’t blame her.”
About forty minutes later, they were driving through the Browns’ neighborhood. “Uh, wasn’t that the turn to your house?”
“Yep, but we upgraded.” Fran made the next turn, which led them up a slight hill. The real steep slopes, where wildfires and landslides were occasional threats, were aways off. The house Fran turned into had originally been a slightly larger version of the ranch-style Jane had first visited. The original differences had been first, unusually, this one had a basement. Second, located on a corner lot, the garage was perpendicular to the house – and had four bays rather than two. Third, at some point, an upper floor had been added. Altogether, as the cellar had been fixed over and extended to under the enclosed patio and garage, there was nearly 4 times the total floor space in the new house.
Including the area over the patio, the upper floor held a master suite, three other bedrooms, and two additional small bathrooms – one with a tub and the other with a shower., and a separate suite over the garage, which was designated Jane’s studio space. A bit more than half the space under the garage was a wine cellar, although it was mostly empty. Part of the space area under the garage was partially storage for their videos, while the rest plus the area under the patio had been turned into a little viewing area, with a large screen and seating for 12. The rest of the basement was set up for offices for DeeDee and Fran and a large rec area, although that was currently empty except for a few yoga mats.
“Dare I ask, well, how?” Jane asked, a bit shocked after she joined her lovers on the sofa.
“Well, there were a few things I didn’t tell you about the last house,” DeeDee confessed. “First, about eighteen months ago, the owner went a bit crazy and killed his family before committing suicide. That did two things: one, it didn’t attract buyers; and two, we were therefore able to get it by paying off the mortgage as we paid upfront. Therefore, since we could pay for it in cash we were able to get it at about forty percent of its actual worth. That meant we could flip it at a nice profit – people have mostly forgotten about the murders, in part because over half the neighbors sold and moved between the murders and now.”
“Wow.”
“That paid for just over half of this. As for the rest, Marie Morgan made a deal with HBO.”
“Which novel?”
“None of them.” The third novel was about to be released. “It’s a twelve-part mini-series, set in Paris in the Nineteen-twenties. We made the deal in August, and they decided to pick up an option even though they’ve just started pre-production. The first series will be called, ‘Parisian Decadence by Marie Morgan.’ The second series will be just ‘Parisian Decadence’ with ‘based on the stories of Marie Morgan.’ I’ll do the first three episodes of the second season, but after that, it’s out of my hands.”
“And that pays for all this?”
“Yep,” Fran smirked. “We don’t owe a penny.”
“Of course, at the moment, we’re down to under five thousand in savings,” DeeDee pointed out. “And that’s with some checks that came in.”
“But that’s because we used it to put in the theater seating,” Fran retorted.
The three had by now moved up to the master suite, which had the widest bed Jane had ever seen. The suite had two walk-in closets and a full bath (with tub and separate walk-in shower) and separate half-bath. The huge bed took up a fair amount of room, but there were three tall dressers with mirrors, and a small vanity, with a lighted mirror.
“Okay, Lane, I know you’re tired. Strip and get into bed. Fran has to put in a half day at the office, so your job is to cuddle me and feed me lunch in bed.”
Fran and Jane laughed, kissed, and then did as Mistress DeeDee commanded.
The pair actually ate lunch in the breakfast nook in the kitchen, but Jane did scramble the eggs and make the sourdough toast. “So, what other news is there?”
DeeDee sighed. “Mother finally made peace. After she sent five letters full of advice on being pregnant and dealing with newborns, Dad and I between us got her to realize that she was repeating how her mother treated her. We think, barring some likely but hopefully minor relapses, she’ll be okay with us.”
“That’s good, right?”
DeeDee frowned. “Between Dad and Quinn back there, and Fran here, it’s been decided there’s going to be a huge family get-together here at Christmas, if it’s okay with you.”
The hopeful look DeeDee gave her friend, Jane knew, was intended for her to give them an out. Instead, Jane said, “If that’s what you want, okay. Who’s coming?”
“I really do love you, Jane, but you can be a real pain in the ass.”
“I thought you or Fran would be the pain in my ass tonight?” Jane pouted. “Not even if I say ‘please’?”
DeeDee rolled her eyes. “Anyway, Mother, Dad, Aunt Amy, Quinn, and Stacy, plus of course the four of us.”
“Speaking of who, did you two decided on the name?”
“Yes,” DeeDee said with a smirk.
Seeing DeeDee was not going to tell her, Jane went on, “Can I…?” Jane rephrased that, given the dirty look DeeDee was directing at her, “May I ask you something?”
“Of course you may!”
Jane hesitated, but asked, “Can you really afford all this? Especially with me coming, with no certain inclome, not to mention the baby?”
“You deserve to know,” DeeDee agreed. “First, yes, Fran and my base salaries would clear a hundred thousand, but not substantially. However, Fran goes over and above her base job description, and I do even more. That will put us over a hundred and sixty for this year, and no, that isn’t counting things like our new game, although hopefully that will come through. That was just enough to make it in the old house.”
DeeDee gestured around the near McMansion. “But yes, we can afford this and the baby, and to get you set up. We of course get little residual money from our main acting roles, but we’ve been getting a fair amount from the boutique, although that will likely taper off. On top of that, however, I worked for a number of people who cared slightly more for their ego than for the bottom line – provided they still made good money. I wrote a lot more of the scenarios and especially dialogue than I was given credit for, in exchange for small pieces of the films’ gross to the studio or the distributor. I then traded some of that for equity in a distribution company. Including what we’ll make from the boutique porn and some scenes I wrote, we’ll make well over three hundred and sixty thousand off of porn of various types this year, although again the residuals will decrease over the years. The money from the distribution company should go up, and I’ll still write scenarios for some friends.”
Jane blinked at the amounts.
DeeDee smirked. “That doesn’t count the Marie Morgan or Ashley Powers novel money – the second Ashley Powers novel will come out next summer, I just signed the contract but the check will arrive in January – tax purposes. And no, that doesn’t take into account the next installment of the HBO money. That will be split, half into a trust for the baby and half in Treasury notes or something similar.” DeeDee smiled. “We’re good in at least the short and medium terms. If we can get going in gaming – if the game is successful, we’ll get more shares in the company we’re working for – even if the novel-related money dries up in a few years, that plus the porn investments should keep us going.”
*
Saturday, November 29
“Hello-oo!”
“Hi, Missus M; this is Jane.”
“What can I do for you, Jane?” Helen could tell that Jane was tired, but seemed to be in a good mood.
“I get to officially inform you that you are a grandmother two weeks earlier than expected.”
“Oh, my!” Helen looked up. “Jake! Quinn! Come quick! Dari, err, Darlene had the baby!” She refused to call her daughter ‘DeeDee.’ Helen repositioned the phone. “Are they okay?”
“Yeah, they are. DeeDee started having contractions just before supper last night. We got her to the hospital, and she gave birth just before midnight. Amelia Jane Brown, seven pounds, two ounces, perfectly healthy. I’ll develop a roll of film of them on Monday and you’ll have your copies by Wednesday or Thursday.”
“Thank you, Jane. I’m glad you were there, and I’m sure Da, my daughter and Fran were, too.”
*
Christmas Eve
The trio and their five guests sat around the dinner table, replete. Seven of them had savored the meal of oysters cooked on the grill outside, followed by a pork roast and skewers of grilled veggies. Quinn had grilled mushrooms and eggplant. They all enjoyed the California rosé.
“What next?” Jane asked, knowing what she was supposed to do.
“Everyone, downstairs,” DeeDee commanded. “No, we’re not going to watch porn, but both Mother” (Helen winced, as she was still not ‘Mom’) “and Aunt Amy have wondered what I was like on screen. None of us are opposed to eroticism, so I have two film excerpts to show you. Then we can watch something seasonal, if we can agree on anything.”
Quinn scooped up her niece, before Jane, Helen, or Amy could. Quinn sat with little AJ on her lap, while the others settled. Since they had just finished dinner, no one wanted popcorn.
DeeDee sat on a folding chair to explain the video, so she could face the group. “This first scene is from a specialty video – not easily found.” It was in fact a ‘boutique’ video – a female film executive had it made for her private enjoyment – DeeDee only had this scene, the rest was unavailable even to her, unless she wanted to pay to see it at the studio. “‘Sapphic Girls of Burlesque’ ‘starred three female starlets, one of whom is now making it big and two other porn actresses besides myself. Each of us did a classic burlesque dance (between 3-4 minutes) and then each starlet made it with one porn star. This is my routine.”
DeeDee did a classic veil strip – four ‘veils’ around her sequined bottoms, two around her tasseled bra, and one worn as an actual veil, as well as low heels. Her actions were smooth, if not terribly complicated, and the parts where she attempted traditional ‘belly dance’ moves were only slightly above average. After a minute of dancing, she took the next two minutes to remove the six lower and two upper veils. Then the sequined bottoms came off, revealing the briefest of thong, then the tasseled bra, revealing pasties with tiny tassels, which DeeDee made to do the traditional spin after teasing her near-nudity with the nearly transparent veil.
Everyone applauded, Jake rather sheepishly. Helen wished she had danced as well in her loops.
DeeDee stood. “So, a friend of ours and I were doing a shoot. He’d made a few regular adult movies before, but wanted to make something really special. He knew I’d done some scenarios and even a full script, and asked for suggestions. I made one; he liked it, so I wrote it.”
DeeDee went over to sit back on the folding chair so she could face the audience. “Now, on this second film, Max, the producer, director, and co-star, is black, and wanted to make a reverse slavery movie. The story I came up with was set during the early Roman Empire. The legions and auxiliaries have fought a battle, defeating German tribes, capturing and enslaving the survivors. Six German prisoners have been given to the head of an auxiliary group from Nubia. He and five of his officers feast in his tent. To get a good look at the prisoners, the soldiers make them dance for them. They then divide the dancers between them, which is where this version of the video ends.”
DeeDee shifted. “One of the dancers had been a showgirl-style professional dancer before getting into the industry – she was obviously going to be the star. Her boyfriend played the second-in-command, and would claim her. Another dancer plays a Germanic princess who out of pride refuses to do much for their entertainment. That actress specializes in doing s-and-m and gangbang scenes, and she would be punished along those lines, although we won’t see that. The title is still for sale if you want to watch the released version. The other three, like me, had some but limited dance experience, and do the best we can, even though we will obviously be outshined by the professional dancer.”
Continuing, DeeDee explained, “Now we shot all the dancing – well over forty minutes worth, and, somewhat edited, that’s what we’ll see. In the final cut, you see a little over eight minutes of dancing spread over maybe ten minutes. Between some of the intro material, all the dancing, the intercuts with the actors and the drummer, and the selection, this lasts a little over fifty minutes. Questions?”
“No, but I think Amelia is getting fussy; she’s probably hungry,” Quinn said. Nodding, DeeDee started the video, took her daughter and sat in one of the theater seats, opened her shirt and started breast feeding her.
The video played out much like DeeDee had described. The six prisoners represented the princess, a slave dancer, and four of the princess’ servants. The princess was proud and arrogant, unyielding, sure she would be treated well and uncaring of the fate of the others. Except for Quinn and Stacy, the others all thought she was acting rather like Quinn had been in high school. DeeDee’s character however had taken the dancer aside and was asking for advice on how to win favor with the soldiers while the other three were alternating whining and trying to beg the princess for protection. Only the dancer and DeeDee realized that the fact they had been given to the ‘Nubians’ meant that the Romans had no other use for them.
The first dancer tried to dance in the thigh length dress-like tunic they were now all wearing. Part way through her clumsy dance, she was grabbed and it was ripped off of her, as was her loin cloth a few moments later. The other five, shown as watching from just outside the tent, looked more worried as that dance went on, even the princess.
The second dancer borrowed a short knife, slit open her tunic, and danced a bit faster, spinning to show glimpses of her breasts before discarding it and finally her loin cloth. She was, like the first, set off to one side, although closer to the Nubians judging them.
Daria went next. She had her tunic slit as well, and had somehow acquired a piece of silk she used as a combination of veil and scarf. Only Fran had seen this before, and the other six were mesmerized by DeeDee’s skillful and sensuous dance. Granted, the professional dancer was at least two steps above any of the others in technique and the ‘princess’ would intentionally flub her dance, but the others all thought that DeeDee’s was technically either the second or third best, and may have been actually the most erotic.
After a bathroom break for the adults and a diaper change for AJ (as DeeDee, Fran, and Jake usually referred to her – Helen, Quinn, and Stacy called her Amelia, while Jane sometimes referred to her as ‘little Janey’ and Amy as ‘Amy Junior’), they all came back to the video room to watch ‘Miracle on 34th Street’ and eat popcorn.
Quinn of course did not approve of Christmas trees, real or artificial. The small Australian Primrose tree the California trio had was in a pot and would be replanted in the backyard. It wasn’t really the right shape, and of course Quinn pointed out it was hardly native, but it at least fit the environment and was attractive.
The group did not really exchange gifts; they all felt the gathering was enough. Jane made certain that all the guests got great photos of themselves and AJ. Despite her tender age, the baby already seemed to like posing as much as her Aunt Quinn had her entire life. She loved being held, smiled often, and if she fussed when hungry or needed changing, she never carried on like some infants did. She received most of the presents, at DeeDee’s suggestion inexpensive clothes she could grow quickly in and out of.
Quinn and Stacy of course made sure their contributions were all cute.
To their surprise, DeeDee did not object. “When she’s older, she can think about what she likes. Right now, we all get to choose.”
The group again feasted on Christmas itself. Quinn even told DeeDee ahead of time not to make special vegan dishes just for her. Taking a few cues from ancient Rome (where the courses went ‘from eggs to apples’), the feast therefore started off with a vegetable quiche. The next course was a simple small salad, although Quinn’s was the only one without grilled shrimp. Both were served with a nice rosé from Bonny Doon. The main course was a goose roasted on their new gas grill and two ducks done on a more traditional charcoal rotisserie, cornbread dressing, and green beans, served with an excellent Napa Petite Sirah. Dessert was apple turnovers, heated and with vanilla ice cream on top, with coffee or tea. Once that had settled, about an hour later there was a cheese plate and nuts (especially cashews for Jake), served with sparkling pink wine from Sonoma.
All the guests agreed they had been well-treated by the trio. Helen and Jake had to leave on the 27th, while Amy left the next morning. That afternoon, Quinn cornered DeeDee after lunch, asking for a private conversation.
DeeDee took Quinn down to the video room, sat Quinn next to her, and waited for her sister to start.
“This is difficult,” Quinn finally admitted.
“Okay, pick something easily answered to start, if difficult to ask.”
After a moment, Quinn started, “Has Stacy…would you…?”
“First of all, Stacy loves you,” DeeDee answered, figuring out what Quinn was trying to ask. “She may or may not still fantasize about being with me, but she would never act on it. She will never desert you – unless you push her away. Just so you know, even if she did ask, and you were there asking me to as well, and Fran and Jane were there saying it was okay or even encouraging me, I still wouldn’t want to – not because Stacy isn’t cute, and only partially because it would likely cause problems between the two of you later, and likely between me and Jane later.” DeeDee considered, and added, “Maybe even between Fran and myself as well.”
“You’re likely right,” Quinn had to agree. “It’s just…as much as we love each other, I don’t think I’m really satisfying her, at least not as much as she does me.”
“How typical was that tape?” DeeDee asked bluntly.
“Well, to be honest, it was a lot more…intense than usual,” Quinn admitted. “And we did things for that that usually are, well, spread over a couple of times.”
DeeDee nodded. “I thought as much. I think the tape showed several things. On the positive side, you’re good at reading Stacy’s body language, but on the other hand you almost always wait until she gives you that signal; you aren’t comfortable anticipating her. You obviously know what she likes by now and seemed comfortable in giving her what she likes and receiving what she gives you. Still, you’re the more active partner: lead her a bit instead of following her, but stay alert in case she wants or needs something different. Second, try and be more comfortable – I know you’re comfortable in your body, but not when it comes to sex.” She frowned. “Did someone…hurt you?”
Quinn colored. “No.” Frowning, she continued, “You’re right, I’ve never been fully comfortable being…intimate with anyone other than with Stacy. Still, the closest I can think of being even embarrassed was this one time, at Camp Grizzly…let’s just say one of female counselors caught me with my hand down my shorts and embarrassed the hell out of me with the lecture she gave.” Quinn shrugged. “But despite some handsy guys in high school, especially back in Highland, I was never even close to being molested.”
DeeDee raised the arm between the theater seats they were on and put a hand on Quinn’s shoulder. “Stacy loves you; if you need help opening up, see if the counselling center at Lawndale State is any good. Some colleges have really good help.”
“Thanks.”
Seeing the look on her sister’s face, DeeDee asked, “Something else?”
“I do have three things I’d really like to know, but I think we will need to bond more before I ask at least two of them,” Quinn admitted.
DeeDee smiled a little at that. “Let me guess, why did I leave and why did I do porn would be two? And the third?”
“So why did you quit? I mean, I was shocked to learn you did porn, but you always looked like you enjoyed it at least.”
“I did enjoy it.” DeeDee sighed. “I was surprised by how much I enjoy sex. I am unimaginatively responsive – that’s how Tom almost controlled me.”
“How did you…I mean is that why, well…?”
DeeDee nodded. “When I realized that no matter how much I gave in to him, Tom would always want more, want to show he was the one in control. What he wanted was real dominance, to the point of at least tying me up and possibly spanking me…and then I really think he would have gotten cruel. I laid a trap, he fell for it, and I was prepared. I handcuffed him to his bed leg, put the key out of his reach, threated to stomp his balls, and left a note for his parents just beyond the key.”
“And what did his parents do?”
“I put the key and the note just out of his reach, but on his bedspread.”
Quinn thought about that, and then stated, “So when, or if, he thought about it, he just had to pull the bedspread towards him to get the key?”
“Right.” DeeDee smirked. “Hopefully it took him a while to figure that out – I figure that since I never heard anything more from that family, he escaped in time. Anyway….”
“Your responsiveness?”
“About ninety percent of my on-screen climaxes were real – and I assure you that’s well above the industry average.”
“Above mine, anyway,” Quinn muttered, surprised. As responsive as Stacy was, it was rare for Quinn to climax as easily as DeeDee apparently always did.
“As to why I started? Briefly, to my surprise at the time, I fell madly for Fran, and quickly. However, I am a very jealous person – how I reacted to Jane being with tom made me realize that. I knew I couldn’t stand watching Fran do her job, porn. I would have a hard time even knowing what she was doing away from me. How could I normalize that? Answer; join her in the industry. If we’re both doing it, I can’t be jealous.”
“Was it that easy?”
“No,” DeeDee admitted, “but it worked. Living with Fran helped some, and to be crass, so did the money, but the fact that I enjoyed sex so much – even if I often had to pretend I was having sex with Fran or Jane instead of a stranger – helped as well. As for why did I quit? Do you know how many partners I had in my short but very active career of thirty-three months? Not counting Jane, Tom, and Fran, all before that first time with a stranger, I had a hundred and twenty-seven penises in at least one orifice and at least nine others were in hand or ejaculated on me; probably a few more. I had sexual contact with ninety-five vaginas and at least another fifteen sets of breasts. I’m not sure how many other people had hands on my body or fingers inside me. I did just over a thousand different sex scenes in two hundred and forty-six videos. I wasn’t a major star, but I was certainly on the next level within about four months and was in very high demand. I could have done at least thirty percent more if I hadn’t been going to classes.” She had indeed been in very high demand, in part because she was cute, willing to consider most conventional sex scenes, and quickly demonstrated skill in acting as a Dom and/or a pegger with men, women, and trans women. Other major reasons were her excellent acting skills, ease at quickly achieving actual orgasms, plus her ability to deepthroat and willingness to do anal. All that increased her offers as well as pay scale. When she quickly showed she could punch up others’ dialog and then write scenarios and scripts well above the industry average, her standing and offers within all aspects of the industry increased as well.
“So, you got tired of it?”
DeeDee shook her head. “Nope, not a bit. To my utter shock, I physically enjoyed it, and liked most of the people I performed with and worked for. It wasn’t that I was getting addicted to it as such either – that might have happened in time, but Fran was getting a bit closer to it that I was. No, it was that the lifestyle, that way of thinking, was becoming normalized.”
Seeing her sister’s confusion, DeeDee went on. “Did you watch my video ‘Darling Tutor’?” DeeDee had coached two true newbies through all the steps of on-screen sex. Quinn blushed at the memories. “Before or after you shot the video for us?”
“After,” Quinn admitted. “It did help me with Stacy; but now I really see what you meant in that video out reading your partner.”
“Alright. Now, imagine you two had sent that tape to me so I could show it around as an audition tape.”
Quinn blushed again, and DeeDee could see the idea both frightened her and turned her on a bit. She and Stacy had role-played that idea a few times.
“The producer of ‘Darling Tutor’ would have leapt onto that as a project – imagine, ‘Darling Sister,’ where I teach you exactly how wonderful sex, especially Sapphic sex, can be.” DeeDee’s voice had softened, and she had taken off her glasses and was looking deep into her sister’s eyes. “I could have taught you what you had been missing all those years you ignored me, pretended I was your cousin or didn’t actually exist. You saw what I did with that second girl in ‘Tutor’.” That video had had DeeDee teaching two 18-year-old industry newbies how to have sex with a woman as well as oral and anal with a man. The second teen had been a cute, thin strawberry blonde, who had the same body-type as Quinn. “When you watched, did you imagine that was you teaching the girl, or me, teaching you? Did you wish you had come to me to reassure you that you didn’t have to be shallow? That you could be as beautiful a person as you look? That you could enjoy all types of sexual experiences?” DeeDee’s hand had covered her sister’s, and was caressing it gently.
“You weren’t sad or hurt very often, but when you were, I wanted to comfort you, but you rejected me every time and so by the time we moved to Lawndale, I gave up, even though it broke my heart. How I wanted you to assure me you cared, that you loved me as much as I love you. How much I wanted to share my affection with the person I should have always been close to.” Her voice was soft, persuasive, seductive.
“Think of that video.” DeeDee was stroking her sister’s arm…and inching closer. “Did you imagine that was me, licking down your perfect puffy nipples on those firm A-cup apples of yours, down to your navel – and then onwards down you belly?” Quinn’s other hand was hesitatingly stroking DeeDee’s upper arm, her eyes glazed, lost in the hypnotic voice and soft touches as she visualized the scenes, semi-mesmerized. “Skipping over your pretty pouty quim to lave those supple thighs?”
Quinn’s eyes were now closed, and she was moaning slightly. “Yes….” Quinn whispered, tears running down her cheeks. “Sorry, but I did. I wanted you so much when I saw you having sex…making love. I…I was so wrong…I hurt you so much….”
“That’s alright,” DeeDee reassured her in a soft, loving tone. “After all, I thought of you while I was teaching her how…I was having sex with her, but I imagined I was making love to you, my darling, wonderful sister.” DeeDee’s lips were close to Quinn’s ear as she whispered, “I do love you.”
Quinn turned her head and kissed her sister, deeply, and DeeDee returned the kiss.
Quinn suddenly realized what she was doing, and who with. Her head jerked back, her eyes wide.
DeeDee gripped her sister’s shoulders. “It’s alright. Nothing serious happened, nothing else will happen, and I wouldn’t have let things go further – now. But don’t you see, at the time, I would have wanted us to make that video together, and more. It would have been ‘fun’ and ‘different’ to make a real incest movie with you. I was acclimatized to the industry; I was being totally drawn in. I could have stayed, made slightly fewer videos, but done a lot more screen writing, producing, even directing. And gotten more and more involved. I saw worrying symptoms in Fran – sex between us was great, but she was looking for heavier scenes to shoot. She saw other worrying symptoms in me. We knew by a year ago September that we should quit, although we didn’t until the first week of January.”
Quinn was still recovering from her lustfulness towards her own sister. “Why so long?” she managed to ask.
DeeDee shrugged. “We both had some contract commitments, but not for nearly as many films as we actually did. We were finishing our degrees that semester, and would need jobs that paid decently, although unlikely anything like Fran was making, let alone myself, so we banked the money we made from the extra scenes. Fortunately, a former colleague came to our rescue. Fred did some porn part-time while he was in college, but quit and worked in the tech industry for a few years, before the tech crash – the company he worked for was one of the first to go under right in March Two-thousand. Until early Two-thousand and two, he came back to porn full time while trying to get his idea for a new tech company going with sounder finances. He offered us decent jobs and some stock equity starting last January. Between what we had saved, the income from my novels, and the house we found at below market price, we took the chance.”
DeeDee fully disengaged from Quinn. “We were both so lucky. As best we can tell, neither of us caught anything, were injured, or otherwise damaged. We both worked for people that paid well and treated us right. Fran lucked us into that boutique porn I told you about – those videos paid very well and actually have good residuals, which most adult performers don’t get. I make some on the projects I wrote for and especially the few I co-produced, but we don’t usually make much if anything on most other videos other than the money upfront. Plus, my first novel has sold well, and if I didn’t make much per copy on the first two printings, I do on the other reprints and paperback rights, and have a much better deal on the other two. We’ll see how the HBO series affects sales.”
“And the really kinky one?”
“I’ve sold a fair number of the Ashley Powers novel. A second one should be out next year, but I won’t make that much from them.” DeeDee shrugged. “With just a little luck, we’ll make a fair amount off our first game.”
Quinn and Stacy had tried the beta version over Christmas. “How much of it is yours?”
“The scenario, dialogue, and so on is totally me. Fran did about half the coding and I did a little as well. She did all the basic designs and about a third of the finished, as well as most of the character designs, based on my drafts. We both voiced two of the twenty interactive characters.” She shrugged. “Now we just have to see how the gamers like it.”
“So you won’t be doing any more porn?”
DeeDee shrugged. “Professionally? I would prefer not to. With the HBO deal, I doubt it will come to that. We’re putting half the upfront money from that into a trust for AJ, so even if the Morgan series flops, the novels lose appeal, and the graphics company goes bust, she’ll be okay, even if I have to make MILF porn until I qualify for GILF.”
Even Quinn knew the term MILF, but, “GILF?”
“‘Grannie’ instead of ‘Mom’,” DeeDee said dryly. Deciding to tease her sister, she went on, “I see you’re still squirming a little, as well as the condition of your blouse. Maybe you should find Stacy and see what she can do about it.”
Realizing how hard her nipples were, and so blushing even more, Quinn thanked her sister for the talk, and left.
“Come on in,” DeeDee called.
Fran came in from the wine cellar, where she had been listening. “That was both hot and a bit cruel.”
“Seducing my own sister?” DeeDee shrugged. “I wouldn’t have gone any further, but I’m glad she stopped it so I didn’t have to.”
“You are now a true MILF and yet still an ingenue,” Fran teased. “I only want to share you with Jane, even though I know you’d make some great GILF porn…in fifty or sixty years.”
“You know, it’s been a month,” DeeDee said in a faux breathless voice, unzipping Fran’s skirt. “I think it’s time for you to be inside me again.”
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