My sister was a glamour model. Not that I'm seeking your attention for anything unrelated; she was a glamour model and I, unwillingly, was to become intrinsically embroiled in her salubrious lifestyle. I was eighteen, well-endowed, good looking and had a good body. Kim was eighteen also, had lovely breasts, a great arse and a shaven pussy. My description was important as you will read. Kim's description was accurate because... well, she was a glamour model. We'd only been eighteen for a few months, but her stunning tits and dazzling eyes had won over many potential employers, as well as her keenness to get naked at any opportunity and in any situation.
I was in my bedroom, lying under my bedsheets wanking off when she knocked. She then entered, seeming like she had no idea what I had just been doing. I kept one hand across my crotch to stop her seeing the massive tent I was pitching with my nine-inch cock. She told me that she had just gotten confirmation that she was to appear on something called Babestation. I knew what this was; a soft-porn channel I sometimes watched where a woman, or two, would sit, lie, kneel or whatever in front of a camera and perform for those watching, the person she was talking to and others listening in. They would get naked, but would never show their pussies on live TV in accordance with TV law. However, Kim was going to be on Babestation's hardcore broadcast; shown over the Internet where TV laws did not count for anything. This channel was for wannabe porn stars only, which I had never known Kim was. It turned out I had been wrong. Despite the fact that she was my sister, I had always taken a keen interest in her career from when she had turned eighteen and celebrated by doing a lingerie shoot for a local modelling company. So it wasn't unusual when I asked what kind of sex she would be asked to do. She said both; straight sex with a guy of her choice (out of a potential line-up of four) and lesbian sex with a girl of her choice (out of a potential line-up of seven); both on the same night.
We chatted some more about her plans and then she left. I carried on with my day, and then two hours later, I heard her have a stressful conversation. She told the person on the other end of the phone that she'd find a solution and begged them not to cancel. She then came into my room; by now I had finished the wank I'd waited some time to complete.
She told me that three of the possible four men she was supposed to have sex with on this night were no longer available, and the fourth wasn't an option for her. I asked why. She told me that he was ugly and fat; his only redeeming feature in the porn world was his cock. She said she had to ask me a favour. This opportunity for her would go away, probably forever, if she didn't take it, and the producer of the show told her that she would have to sort something out if she wanted this chance. She said she knew a cute guy and would make it happen. She told me that cute guy was me.
We fought, verbally of course, and then after she begged me for hours and hours, we came to a deal. Yes, we were twins, but the sex could be stage-managed; that is, to be faked. She'd cleared this with her producer, whilst reminding him that she was still up for some very explicit lesbian sex on that night whilst sealing the deal by offering him a blowjob. He told her she needed to think of three different positions in which we could pretend to fuck, and that he still needed a cumshot. We argued some more, and then, for the sake of her chosen pornographic career, accepted. Twenty minutes later, I had an appointment with a sexual health clinic to get tested. Even though we'd be faking sex, the company doing it needed to cover their asses.
If Kim nailed this opportunity, then she would be set for life. Female porn stars were very common, but very few were as pretty as Kim, with such a good body and such a determination to do everything, and I mean everything, in front of the camera. She was prepared to fake sex with her twin brother, get me to cum and suck the producer's cock just for this. But the effects of nailing this would inflict upon me too; monetarily I would really benefit. Kim told me that when she made her first million pounds, I'd get a nice cut; maybe a quarter. I reckoned that cut would go up as I was directly helping her out.
The day came for it to happen, and as far as our parents were concerned, Kim was going to a modelling contract and I was chaperoning. Little did they know we would soon be completely naked together. We arrived at where the shoot would be taking place and I was introduced to the producer. As I was a complete novice, he decided I needed to be taken to one side by a 'fluffer' (a woman who keeps the guys hard off-camera) and given some pointers. He then disappeared into his office with Kim, probably to cash in the blowjob IOU.