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.
The protocol was simple; Kim and I could kiss and touch as much as we wanted, and penetrative sex was a must. I told the fluffer, a very attractive, busty woman in her mid-thirties who didn't seem like a porn star but instead a settled family woman, that the producer had agreed Kim and I would fake it. The cumshot was imperative, though; I confirmed we weren't getting out of it. The fluffer, called Suzanne, told me that there were a few options when it came to cumming; a cream-pie (cumming inside Kim's pussy in a manner that it would spill back out), an anal cream-pie (self-explanatory), cumming on Kim (either her face, tits, stomach or arse if I was pretending to bang her from behind) or just cumming anywhere. Obviously the first two were out of the question because it would require penetrative sex, and Suzanne told me they didn't like the male performers just spunking anywhere because it created a massive mess. This meant that I would have to ejaculate on my own naked, twin sister. Suzanne didn't know we were twins and didn't think much of asking us to kiss. When I said no, she started getting suspicious, and I figured I was ruining Kim's chances. Apparently, someone from a massive porn magazine and video network was here to watch her, and if I screwed this up for her, she'd never forgive me. So I said we'd kiss, and then things began to get really out of control.
Suzanne gave me plenty of water to drink and some pills to make my cum more plentiful and creamier. Then she told me some other things were necessary. I'd need to feel her up. I should have seen this coming, but it was still a surprise. I needed to fondle her arse, perhaps finger her pussy and suck on her nipples. I began to get cold feet, and Suzanne figured it was just because I was new. She took me away, told me to relax and that she was going to test me. This would involve her getting naked, getting me hard and then making me cum. I'd have to hold on when she told me too and then ejaculate within thirty seconds of her asking me too.
I had a girlfriend, and all of a sudden, ninety minutes before I was due to fake sex with my own twin sister over the Internet and then cum on her body, I had Suzanne knelt naked before me handing me off. Kim appeared in a very sexy get-up – a red corset top and matching lacy knickers – and watched me for a while to make sure I was up for it. She confirmed that she'd sucked the producer's cock and also the cock of the porn company manager that was here to watch her. She then said she was about to start her night by being introduced by the woman she was going to have sex with and then spending a little time dancing and teasing on camera. She'd be naked with her head between a hot woman's legs within quarter of an hour. She kissed my lips, which felt immensely strange, but also kind of good. It frightened me, but then she walked off, running her hand across Suzanne's breasts and winking at her, and then Suzanne brought my attention back by running her tongue across my dick.
I asked her if this was part of the usual arrangement, and she said no. The fluffer's job was to do everything possible to keep the guy hard; sometimes she'd had to suck some dick, lick some pussy in front of the guy, and twice she'd even fucked the guy just to keep his dick raging. I asked her how I was doing. She smiled and then pulled me into a small room containing just a desk and two chairs. She said she thought I was fine, but wanted to take a precaution. She then sat on the desk, opened her legs, grabbed my dick and made me slide into her. She made me touch her breasts and we started kissing gently; maybe even lovingly. I almost forgot to hold on, but she reminded me. I fucked her for ten minutes, and then she said she was about to cum. She was married, but the marriage was sexless. As a fluffer, she only got bits of sex. I was the first proper shag she'd gotten in a long time. She came, thanked me and then asked me how I was. Fine, I said, and she said good before telling me to lie on the ground. She then started riding me cowgirl style; me spending the next few minutes thinking how elegant a position this was for me and Kim to use if we were going to keep the fact that we were faking it to ourselves.