Alex had always known he was different from the other guys at West Wolferton Valley High. Not in the obvious ways—sure, he was tall for sixteen, broad-shouldered from years of lacrosse practice and late-night sessions at Lunar Fitness—but it was the way his body and mind worked that set him apart. While his teammates chased clout, video games, or the occasional high-school romance, Alex’s thoughts were ... hungrier. Restless. Always chasing something he couldn’t quite name.

He’d had plenty of girls. More than most guys his age would admit to. A cheerleader after a home game in the back of her dad’s SUV. A senior from the rival school who snuck him into her parents’ basement during a party. A quiet girl from his English class who’d surprised him by texting “come over” one rainy Friday night. Quick, hot, intense hookups—usually in cars, empty classrooms after hours, or someone’s bedroom while parents were out.

But none of them lasted.

It wasn’t for lack of trying—at least on their part. A couple had wanted more: dates, labels, the whole high-school girlfriend thing. Alex had tried. He really had. But after one or two rounds, they’d always pull back. “You’re too much,” one girl had whispered after he’d fucked her hard and fast for the second time in a night, her thighs shaking, voice hoarse. Another had laughed nervously the morning after, saying, “Jesus, Alex ... I can’t walk straight. You’re like ... intense.” They’d ghost, or fade, or just stop answering texts. No one could keep up.

The truth was, Alex’s sex drive was an absolute monster. He woke up hard every morning, stayed hard through classes, barely able to focus on anything that wasn’t the next release. Even after a hookup, he’d come home, lock his door, and stroke again—sometimes twice more before he could sleep. Porn became his constant companion—endless tabs, amateur videos, anything that would take the edge off. But nothing ever quite satisfied. He’d cum hard, wipe the screen clean, and five minutes later he’d be hard again, scrolling for more.

He craved something deeper. Something that could match his hunger. Something that wouldn’t tap out after a round or two.

Tonight, he was lost in one of his favorite videos: a girl on all fours, ass arched high, fingers buried deep while she moaned into the camera, “Wish this was your cock stretching me...” The words hit him like a punch. His hand flew faster, slick with precum and that stupid strawberry lotion he’d swiped from the bathroom, hips bucking off the mattress as he chased the edge.

He was right there—balls tight, breath ragged—when the knock came.

Knock-knock-knock.

The bedroom door creaked open just as *Alex’s hand was flying up and down his throbbing 11-inch cock*, slick with a generous coating of precum and the cheap strawberry-scented lotion he’d swiped from the bathroom. The room was dimly lit by the blue glow of his laptop screen and the soft string lights draped around his headboard—typical teenage chaos everywhere: discarded hoodies on the floor, posters of alt-rock bands and horror movie icons taped crookedly to the walls, an overflowing laundry basket in the corner, and the faint smell of weed and Axe body spray hanging in the air.

He was completely lost in the trance, eyes glued to *Jade’s latest photoshoot on SomeSluts.com. God, she was fucking perfect. His big sister*—21, confident, unapologetically filthy—had gone full emo-goth queen for this set. Her jet-black hair with those signature electric-purple streaks cascaded over one shoulder, framing a face lined with dramatic black eyeliner and glossy dark lipstick. Ink covered almost every inch of her pale skin: intricate roses and thorns winding up her arms, a snarling wolf across her ribs, delicate script curling around her hips that read “Bite Me” in elegant cursive. Her massive, surgically enhanced tits—firm, perky, and now even bigger after last year’s upgrade—strained against whatever tiny top she’d chosen, the silver barbells through her nipples glinting under the studio lights. But it was the way she arched her back in one shot that really killed him: juicy, round ass pushed high, cheeks spread just enough to show off her perfectly shaved, smooth pink pussy, already glistening like she was wet just thinking about the camera.

*Fuck, he thought, stroking faster, hips twitching off the mattress. She’s right here in the house, just down the hall, and I’m jerking off to her like some desperate perv. At 16, Alex’s sex drive had become an absolute monster—waking up hard, staying hard through classes, barely able to focus on anything that wasn’t sex or Jade’s content. He’d discovered her SomeSluts page by accident a year ago when a random link popped up in his feed. The first time he realized the girl getting railed in that video was his own sister*, something dark and electric had snapped inside him. Guilt warred with lust for about five seconds before lust won. Now he was her biggest (and most secret) fan, subscribed to every tier, tipping extra for custom vids, gooning for hours to her moans and that perfect body.

His balls were already drawing up tight, breath coming in short, ragged pants. He was so close—right on the edge—when the knock came.

*Knock-knock-knock.*

“Alex? You awake, lil bro?” Jade’s voice floated through the door, low and teasing, the same sultry tone she used in her videos.

Panic slammed into him like ice water. “Shit—shit—shit!” He yanked the blanket up over his lap in one frantic motion, barely managing to cover the thick, angry length that refused to go down. With his other hand he slammed the laptop shut so hard the screen cracked a little. “Y-yeah! Come in!”

The door swung open and there she was in the flesh—*Jade*, looking even hotter than the screen could capture. She wore an oversized black band tee (one of his old ones, actually, that she’d stolen) that hung off one shoulder and barely skimmed the tops of her thick thighs. No bra underneath; her pierced nipples poked visibly against the thin fabric. Her hair was slightly messy, like she’d just run her fingers through it, and she had that post-shoot glow—cheeks flushed, lips still glossy.

She leaned against the doorframe, smirking as she looked him over. “You look like you just ran a marathon, dude. Everything okay in here?”

Alex’s heart hammered so loud he was sure she could hear it. His cock throbbed painfully under the blanket, still slick and leaking. “Uh—yeah. Totally fine. Just ... uh ... scrolling TikTok. Late-night vibes, you know?”

Jade’s dark eyes flicked to the closed laptop, then back to his flushed face. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. “Mmm. Sure. Anyway, I need a huge favor. Like, emergency level.” She stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click that felt way too final. “My usual camera girl bailed—some 24-hour stomach bug bullshit—and I’ve got a whole shoot lined up. New outfits, new set, gotta get content out tonight or my subs are gonna unsubscribe in droves. Pretty please? You’re the only one home, and you’re actually pretty good with a camera.”

Alex swallowed hard, brain short-circuiting between *say no, you idiot and your hot sister is literally asking you to help her make porn*. “I ... I don’t know, Jade. I’m kinda ... in the middle of something.”

She pouted—those full lips that looked so good wrapped around toys in her vids—and stepped closer, perching on the edge of his bed. The blanket tented obscenely between them. “Come on, lil bro. It’s not even a full nude shoot. Just some cute fashion pics, maybe a little teasing lingerie. Nothing crazy. I’ll owe you forever. Pizza for a month? Your laundry done? Name it.”

His cock gave a traitorous twitch at the word *lingerie*. He could smell her perfume—something dark and sweet, like vanilla and smoke. “I mean ... fine. But just for a little bit, okay?”

Jade’s face lit up. She grabbed his wrist and tugged him up before he could protest. “You’re the best! C’mon, my room’s already set up.”

Alex barely had time to snatch his loose basketball shorts from the floor and yank them on—his still-hard cock straining against the fabric, the fat head peeking out the leg hole as he stumbled after her down the hall, blanket abandoned on the bed.

Jade’s grip on his wrist was firm but playful as she tugged him down the dimly lit hallway, her bare feet padding softly on the worn hardwood. Alex stumbled after her, every step making his still-throbbing cock bounce painfully inside the thin basketball shorts. The waistband was riding low on his hips, the elastic stretched to its limit, and the fat, swollen head kept slipping further out the wide leg hole with each hurried stride. A glistening bead of precum had already escaped, trailing in a slow, shiny line down the inside of his thigh. He could feel the cool air kissing the exposed skin and prayed she wouldn’t look down.

“Almost there,” Jade sang over her shoulder, voice light and teasing, like she was dragging him to watch a movie instead of ... whatever the hell this was turning into.

They reached her bedroom door—painted matte black with a small silver crescent moon sticker in the center—and she pushed it open with her hip. Warm golden light spilled out, along with the faint scent of vanilla candles, weed, and that signature perfume she always wore. Alex’s breath caught.

Her “studio” was exactly what he’d pictured from all those late-night scrolls: the far wall covered by a crisp white seamless backdrop that stretched floor-to-ceiling. Two tall ring lights flanked it like sentinels, their soft white glow bathing everything in a flattering, almost pornographic haze. A sturdy black tripod stood ready in the center, her expensive DSLR already mounted on top. A rolling clothing rack groaned under the weight of dozens of outfits—lace, leather, fishnets, tiny dresses. A full-length mirror leaned against one wall, and her unmade bed (black satin sheets, pillows everywhere) was shoved to the side but still dominated the room. Fairy lights strung across the ceiling added a dreamy, intimate touch that made the whole space feel like the inside of one of her videos.

Jade let go of his wrist and spun around to face him, hands on her hips, that oversized band tee riding up just enough to flash the bottom curve of her ass cheeks. “Welcome to the magic factory,” she said with a dramatic flourish. “Not as glamorous as it looks on camera, right?”

Alex swallowed thickly, eyes darting everywhere but at her. “It’s ... uh ... yeah. Looks pro.” His voice cracked on the last word. He shifted his weight, trying to angle his body so the obscene tent in his shorts wasn’t quite so obvious. No luck. The head of his cock was now fully exposed, flushed dark and glistening, smearing more precum across his thigh with every tiny movement.

Jade’s gaze flicked downward for half a second—long enough to notice—then back up to his face. Her lips curved into the slowest, most wicked smile he’d ever seen. “You okay there, lil bro? You’re looking a little ... tense.”

“I’m fine,” he lied, voice hoarse. “Just ... didn’t expect a full production setup.”

She laughed softly, the sound low and throaty, and stepped closer—close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her body. “Don’t worry. It’s super easy. You just stand behind the tripod, look through the viewfinder, and press the button when I tell you. I’ll do all the hard work.” She tilted her head, dark purple-streaked hair falling over one eye. “Think you can handle that?”

Alex nodded mutely, throat too dry to speak.

“Good boy.” She patted his chest once—right over his racing heart—then turned and sauntered over to the clothing rack. “Okay, let’s start simple. First outfit’s just this cute little crop top and high-waisted jeans. Nothing crazy. Just getting some casual shots for the grid.”

She disappeared behind the folding screen in the corner—a tall black one printed with cherry blossoms—and Alex exhaled shakily. He forced himself to step behind the tripod, hands trembling as he gripped the camera body. Through the viewfinder he could already see the empty white backdrop, waiting for her.

“It’llbe simple, camera boy,” she purred. “Make me look good.”

Alex nodded dumbly, the camera’s shutter clicking in rapid bursts as he tried to focus on anything but the way her body moved. “Yeah ... looks good,” he managed, voice barely above a whisper.

Jade’s grin widened, all teeth and mischief. She gave him a playful little spin, the crop top riding up just enough to flash another inch of inked skin, then sauntered back behind the folding screen. The rustle of fabric and the soft clink of a belt buckle made Alex’s cock twitch violently in his shorts. He shifted his weight again, the exposed head now fully slick and throbbing, painting another shiny streak down his thigh.

A moment later she stepped out in the first real outfit: a black ribbed crop top that ended right beneath the swell of her massive tits, leaving the entire tattooed expanse of her midriff bare—the thorny roses curling around her navel practically begging to be traced with a tongue. The high-waisted black jeans were skin-tight, hugging every curve of her hips and ass like they’d been painted on. The top button was deliberately left undone, the zipper pulled down just low enough to reveal the delicate black lace edge of her panties peeking out.

She struck a casual pose—hip cocked, one hand sliding into her hair, the other resting low on her stomach—and looked straight into the lens. “How’s this? Edgy enough for the grid?”

Alex’s mouth went dry. “Uh ... perfect,” he muttered, fingers fumbling on the shutter. Click-click-click. He tried not to stare at how her tits bounced softly with every breath, how the jeans creased perfectly over the roundness of her ass when she turned.

Then, without thinking, he lifted the camera off the tripod. The strap settled around his neck as he stepped forward—out from behind the safe barrier and into her space. He circled her slowly, barefoot on the plush rug, angling the lens up and down like he’d seen real photographers do in behind-the-scenes clips.

Jade’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, then delight. “Ohhh, look at you,” she teased, voice dropping into that low, sultry register she used in her videos. “Getting all professional on me. Walking around like you own the shoot.”

Alex swallowed hard but didn’t retreat. “Just ... trying to get better angles,” he mumbled. He crouched a little, framing her from below so her tits looked even more obscene against the cropped hem. Click. “Tilt your head back a bit ... yeah, like that. Push your chest out more.”