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All sex acts in this story are with consenting adults 18 and over.
Pop Girl Summer
"We're number eight," boasted my fraternal twin sister. Of course, she was talking about her second album, which was released four days ago and has just broken into Spotify's top ten.
Her name is Cameron Collins, or simply 'Cam' to her many fans. She is the new diva on the block, and her soaring popularity is due to her talent for songwriting and her slutty persona.
"Cam, you're talking about your album all the time now. Even during sex."
Cam pulled her lips off my balls and looked me in the eye. We were in her bed and just finished a very hot incestuous fuck.
"Hayden, you're such an ungrateful prick."
"How am I ungrateful?"
"You're lucky you're my twin brother. Otherwise, you'd never get within ten miles of my pussy."
She slid up my body, putting her full weight on me and pressing her lips against mine. Her tongue is wild, tingling, and hot, and her kisses are probing and dirty. She really drove her tongue in deep, then pulled it out to give me some air.
"I just wish I wasn't so in love with you," she mused. She is a hopelessly horny Georgia girl with blond hair and radiant blue eyes.
Twenty-two-year-old Cam is just three minutes older than me. She put her tongue back in my mouth and placed her cum-filled pussy right onto my crown. She slid her steamy cunt down on my pole, her warmth and cum-infused wetness surrounded my shaft as her labia pressed hard into my pubes. And in her version of humping, which is just grinding her pussy down hard on my cock with her clit slammed down onto my pubic bone, she was about to cum.
"Cum with me," she groaned. She was really grinding down hard, my cock being pushed in every direction with her powerful pelvic thrusts.
And I released my sperm inside her, injecting another dirty load into her spasming cunt muscles.
"Are you cumming?"
"Yeah."
And we deep kissed our way through another simultaneous orgasm. It's funny how we almost always cum together. We act more like identical twins than fraternal. And her clenching pussy muscles just sucked the sperm out of my balls.
She screamed, gurgled, groaned, and coughed, as the orgasm made her limp, and she laid on top of me like she just died. She rolled off and put her head back on the pillow. She put her middle finger in her pussy to check the oil. She pulled it out and licked it.
"You're tasting pretty thin there, bro."
"Are you sure that's mine?"
"It's fresh cum, bro, you don't think I know the difference?"
"I bow to the master. How many guys you fuck last night?"
"Two, but I made them wear condoms. They were really fucking sketchy. Only reason I brought them back to my room was because they had coke."
"You got to stop doing that shit, Cam."
"I can't, Hayden. I can't get in front of an audience without it."
Cam has a bad case of stage fright, and has developed a cocaine habit on her latest tour. As beautiful as she is, she is terrified of getting up in front of an arena full of people without it. And she was hoping to score some more before her next performance.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"That must be Lyla." Cam jumped out of bed, put on her white cotton robe, and rushed to the door. "Come on in."
Lyla is Cam's manager. And our mom. She was carrying a small black purse which she handed to Cam, who opened it and pulled out a silver snuff bullet.
"I wasn't able to get much," said mom, "so just use it before you go on."
Mom buys cocaine for Cam. It started on Cam's first arena tour, when mom got her started to counter her incapacitating stage fright.
I walked into the living room, also in a white cotton robe, and mom was predictably angry.
"Why are you two fucking again?" she exploded. "Can't you keep away from each other until the tour is over?"
"Relax, Lyla, no one cares but you." Cam doesn't like our mom, and always addresses her by her first name.
And mom is terrified that the rumors of our incestuous relationship will be validated. Cam started the rumors with her frequently lewd flirting with me onstage, which involved sticking her tongue out suggestively and slapping my ass. A photo of us engaged in sex would be worth a lot of clicks. And the paparazzi are dying to catch us in the act.
"Cam, this is serious. The maids are being paid to put hidden cameras in your hotel rooms." Mom sweeps our hotel rooms with an RF monitor every day, and with good reason.
"Why don't you go fuck with Danna for a while, Lyla? And leave us the fuck alone."
Danna is our older sister by three years. She is also a major pop star, hitting it big ten years ago, when she was just fifteen. She is headlining their summer tour, and Cam is the opening act.
Their road to fame was the result of mom's unrequited dream of becoming a country music star. That became the cross my sisters had to bear. She pushed Danna and Cam into performing at a very early age. And both sisters have strained relationships with her.
And to make our family even more dysfunctional, Cam and Danna hate each other. Cam's sudden rise in popularity is overshadowing Danna's career, who, at twenty-five, is losing relevance with her young teen audience. Since I cowrite with Cam and play guitar in her backup band, I have a front row seat on her path to superstardom. And the conflict it has caused with Danna.
Mom cursed Cam under her breath and then glared at me. "Get your clothes on, Hayden, you're going out with me."
Mom has given up trying to stop us from fucking, so she is doing her best to keep it concealed. Rumors are one thing, but photographic evidence would be a quick ending to Cam's meteoric rise in the world of pop music. To Danna's delight.
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It was just past eight at the Climate Pledge Arena when we hit the stage. The young college boys were heavily represented in the first twenty rows, and when the lights went on, Cam held her Statue of Liberty pose and waited for the usual sequence of instruments to start up before belting out her first verse.
She was wearing her trademark hotpants, which were once again pulled up so tightly that her camel toe was center stage. In fact, her nickname is 'Cameltoe'. And she was pure sex tonight in her ripped-up croptop with exposed underboob. Her nip slips were frequent, and she was plastered on every screen in the arena. She owned every guy in that audience.
Her coke-infused performance had never been better, and after her last curtain call, she boldly shouted into the mic.
"Okay, motherfuckers, nothing left to see now. You can go home."
That was a deliberate insult to our sister, Danna, who was on next. And Cam's college boys headed for the exits.
After a good performance, Cam is always pumped up and ready to fuck. Nothing gets her off like coke and an enthusiastic audience. It's her foreplay. Once we got to our dressing area, Cam took out a bottle of champagne, shook it up, and squirted it all over the room.
"Great show, motherfuckers!" she screamed. "We fucked that crowd in the ass."
Well into her post-performance high, one of her boobs popped out. Cam's clothes usually come off quickly after a show, especially after an animated and sweaty performance. And that's when mom gets nervous. She stepped over to give me my walking papers.
"Hayden, your sister is about ten minutes from sucking dicks. I don't want her sucking yours. Why don't you go back to the hotel? I'll send over Maya."
Maya is a half-Japanese groupie, with very long flowing black hair and almond eyes. Cam and I had a threesome with her after our first show in Boston. Mom hired her on as her 'assistant' for the rest of the tour and had her sign a non-disclosure agreement.
"Maya? I had her last night. What kind of lousy pimp are you?" I was teasing her, as her main job on tour seems to be managing our sex lives and buying Cam drugs.
"Oh, fuck you," she snarked. "You want Maya or not?"
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I took an Uber back to the hotel and waited a half-hour for Maya to show up. Finally, there was a knock on my door, and I was surprised to find Maya in her gold metallic clubbing dress standing next to my sister, still in her camel-toed hot pants and croptop.
"How come you're not at the after party?"
"It was too fucking crowded in that dressing room. I couldn't even breathe. It was like half the fucking audience was in there. Fucking security was shit."
But that was it for the discussion. She took Maya in her arms and pushed her up against the wall, planting her very long tongue into her mouth. Cam has quite a thing for Maya, and she didn't ask for permission when she roughly removed her dress and pulled down her panties.
Her ravenous tongue went all over Maya's very flat chest. Maya has the smallest breasts I've ever seen, but her nipples are large and ultra-sensitive. Cam bit and suckled them roughly, and Maya seemed to be on the verge of a nipple orgasm. Cam got on her knees and licked up into Maya's clit while fingering her cunt. Maya cums quickly, and had her first of the evening. After that, they moved to the bed and brought me with them.
And it was body on sweaty body on sweaty body. Cam didn't even shower after the show. Tongues moving at warp speed and so many three-way kisses that I was leaking precum all over them. I couldn't go down on Maya more than ten seconds before Cam tongue-fought me over the valuable real estate between her labia.
All our mouths had the very strong taste of perspiration and pussy, and Cam's tongue was working overtime while I thrust my cock deep into Maya. Cam loves to ride shotgun when I fuck other women. She pulls my cock out, sucks it, then puts it back inside. Then she attended to Maya's clit, which she sucked roughly. Cam can always tell when I'm about to cum and pulled my cock out of Maya's cunt and put it in her mouth. And just in time. I exploded onto my sister's wagging tongue.
She didn't swallow it. She gets rough with the women we invite into our bed, and put her hand on Maya's throat, choking her, as she spit my cum into her mouth. I then watched my sister suck on Maya's glistening waxed pussy until she came again.
And two hours later, the freakishly sensitive Maya fell asleep after another of her many orgasms. She is unbelievably responsive to touch, and can cum in waves. She is quite a kick to fuck.
"She's out again, bro. I can't believe how much she cums. It takes her like ten seconds. Come on, let's get some ice cream, we've earned it."
Cam and I went to the kitchenette. She opened the freezer, and pulled out our favorite ice cream, pistachio. And we sat on the couch, nude, and using the same spoon, ate it right from the carton.
"You were on fire tonight, Cam."
"I fucked up some lyrics, but the audience was wired and horny. I could swear I saw some guy jerking off in the fourth row."
"It won't be the first time. Did Danna say anything to you?"
