The best kind :)

There I was, on the bed. It was a bit weird to see your own unmoving body. Kinda made me feel like a ghost. Didn't help that I was also possessing Elle.

Pulling a seat up against the door to lock it, I decided to check something. I pressed a hand against my body's face. Nope, couldn't feel it. Hmm. Elle would have loved to jack me off herself but now what to do?

I sighed and simply left the room. Better to finish off Elle's look for the last photoshoot. After all, the Brazillian didn't take care of her armpits, arms or legs. Bigfoot still didn't do it for me.

Putting the clothes from the bag away in her room, I grabbed the phone, razors and wax strips, proceeded to strip and entered the bathroom with only a towel on. I locked the door and started up the shower. Just warm water, nothing too hot. Otherwise I'd irritate the recently waxed skin. With a quick rinse and some shaving gel from the nearby cabinet, I got to work.

Ugh, so much time wasted on this nonsense. Elle did not bother to do the bare essentials and now I was being punished. I had to go really slowly if I didn't want her to look like a tomato by the end of it.

But my efforts were rewarded. Not a single hair except on the top of her head, she was now ready for her big night. But first, a bonus episode.

I wiped her right hand with her towel, turned on her phone and started recording. Our shower was actually combined with a bathtub (called a shower bath), meaning that I could lean her phone against the wall on the side of the tub opposite from the showerhead. Turning the water on, Elle began her performance by waving to the camera and introducing herself with her full name and three measurements.

You know what's hotter than a naked girl? A naked girl in the shower. Her wet form shaking her ass and pawing her boobs was merely a wet dream before today but now I had it on camera. And I could get Elle to moan my name.

Sitting down, I was glad to see the extra time at the mall after the wax and the trip home took away the redness. Her clit was begging to be used and her tits to be abused. I just had to comply.

Her right went straight into my mouth as I bit and licked every inch of the nipple. Meanwhile, her left was being smacked and pinched by her left hand. With time, I snaked her right hand down to deal with her slit.

At first, some gentle rubs but soon I had two fingers pumping in and out. Her right thumb joined in stroking her clitoris and now there was no stopping the moans. I could have left her like that until the finishing line but Elle was no ordinary pornstar and she demanded more.

I made her get up onto her knees, butt towards the camera, and continued on. Now her face was on the bath tub's floor and both her hands were handling her crotch. One hand focused on the vagina, building up to three fingers in and out, and the other regularly spanking. The camera did its best to capture everything. Every jiggle, every finger, every groan that Elle made about how I was the best brother she could have had. How I brought out the slut she always was. How she loved being used by the men on the street. Her confession was now on tape.

Reaching the climax, the spanking hand changed course to pinching and rubbing her clit.

I was close now.

I sped up the other hand.

So close.

"I'M... I'M CUMMING!"

With a violent orgasm, I left her shaking. It took all I had to not accidentally press the mental off switch on the helmet. Though, I suspected Elle would have had a bit of trouble getting her legs to move even if she was awake. It took some time but I got up off the tub floor for the finale.

Oops. The phone was covered in her fluids. So much for keeping it dry.

"And with that, my audition ends, " she smiled, picking up her phone while still showing everything off on video. "Please leave a comment below, it means a lot to hear your feedback! Especially on what you thought about these."

I presented her breasts to the camera .

"Thanks!"

And...stop.

Elle, take a bow. Your sex tape would be treasured for years to come.

Rejuvenated. That was all I felt. A warm feeling enveloped me as I shimmied my way back to Elle's room. Looking in the mirror, I wondered how to get dressed.

Luckily, I was wise enough to wipe her lipstick off before starting the porno but reapplying just that didn't seem worth it, not after the makeup kit I just bought for her. She actually had a few tubes of lipstick beforehand as well as one or two eyelash wands here and there but nothing that she regularly used. I believe that, when they were younger, she and Stacy used to stay up all night painting each other's faces. Then they grew up and Stacy started going out with her friends more often. Eventually, the two of them only went on shopping sprees every other weekend. Now I wasn't sure they hung out at all outside of the house.

It wasn't like they didn't talk. They liked each other but the two sisters developed very different interests. I wonder if Stacy saw the earlier argument as a betrayal since I didn't invite her to the mall. A sign that they were drifting apart further than they wanted to.

Shaking my head for the second time today, I pulled out her hairdryer and got to work. I aimed for a nice wavy hair and the conditioner and shampoo I used earlier definitely helped. Elle may have been terrible at looking fashionable but, credit where credit's due, she looked after her own hair. There wasn't that much struggling with split ends and borrowing hairspray from the bathroom cabinet lead to a nice luscious look once I finished brushing.

I grabbed the new kit from her drawer before loading up a YouTube video for quick pornstar makeup and following along. The amount of powder and cream that went on my face looked excessive but setting it got to a nice contoured and clean face. Not a spot of acne was visible and I was proud that I somehow did a better job than my own sister.

Now for the fun part. I pulled out her eyeliner and applied thin lines to highlight her eyes. I curled her lashes to accentuate a flirty look and this only became more pronounced once I applied a cherry red lipstick. This one was much darker than the one I had this morning but it was alright. It matched the colour of the lingerie I was putting her in.

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Her front looked sexy as hell in the mirror. Her boobs were a bit squeezed but it wasn't my fault that Elle had huge knockers. The stockings did well to call attention to Elle's recently waxed thighs. Turning around, the thong was basically a g-string in the back, a thin line only there to exaggerate the size of her cheeks.

In fact, it all worked well. It covered everything and nothing at the same time. I made a mental note to thank the salon ladies later but right now, Elle desired selfies. Messaging my own phone, I sent a variety of pictures of Elle posing with the caption of "hope you're ready for your show :)". I also made sure to send the earlier shower video and then delete the evidence of these pictures.

Oh Elle, you would have made a fortune selling your own body. I guess I would just have to keep you for myself.

Putting on the stilettos that I bought for her, I walked her out the room and crashed right into Stacy.

"OWW!" cried Stacy. "Watch where you're-- WHAT THE HELL?"

Shit. SHIT. Why is she here!?

"What's your problem?" I shouted. I needed an excuse. Fast. The only thing I could think of was to use the argument from before to my advantage. "Want to make another comment about what I wear?"

"Ben's home! Don't walk around like that, he might see you!"

"Oh? So now I can't be around my own brother?"

"No, don't twist my words, that's not--"

"Is this why you're here? To tell me off again?"

"No, " she said. She paused and looked down sheepishly. Her next words were just above a whisper. "I... just want to apologise. If you wanted to go shopping, you should have invited me out."

So I was right. Hmm.

"Oh... sorry, I thought you went out."

"It's Sunday. What exactly would I be doing?"

I shrugged. I just wanted her to leave, not have a heart-to-heart. "Same thing you were doing last Sunday."

"I didn't think you wanted to... Sorry. Guess I should have asked you first."

She gave a warm smile and I smiled back in response. I had hoped that she would return to her room but instead she twisted her face into an evil grin.

"So... who is the lucky boy that gets to see, " she gestured from Elle's head to her toes, "all of this?"

"Umm..."

"Oh, don't hide it, you were heading to the bathroom to get better lighting, right? Why else are you carrying your phone?"

Huh?

"I knew it! Who? Who? Ugh, don't tell me it's Ryan. I swear all he calls you is jugface."

Ryan? Was Elle dating someone?

"You know, getting smaller bras is fine but your boobs are suffocating. I know they make them look bigger but it leaves you sore. Next weekend, we'll grab you some push-up bras. Also, the collar doesn't work with the rest of it."

Collar?

"What collar?" Wait, she doesn't mean--

"This one, obviously." She reached out to grab the Body Rentals collar and I swiped her hand immediately.

"OW! Why'd you hit me?"

"Don't touch it."

"What? Why not? It's not even that... Hold on, do I recognise it?"

"It's mine."

"No, I meant... isn't that from Body Rentals?"

!!!

The panic in my eyes must have given it away because you could see the cogs turning in her head. The different clothes, the impromptu shopping, the harsh attitude. Suddenly, everything started to make a little more sense for her.

"Give me that collar!"

She lunged and I only had time to grab her arms before we both fell on Elle's bedroom floor. I held her hands away from the collar but that didn't stop her from kneeing me in the crotch. I doubled over in pain and she took the opportunity to jump at my neck again. With what little strength I could gather, I striked her square in the boob. Squealing in pain, Stacy left herself wide open and I wasted no time to grapple her from behind.

Oh damn, she had nice boobs. Squeezing them, I was able to tell the difference. Compared to Elle, Stacy was more average, only beating out Jess' in terms of size. But hers was much firmer. Moving down to her nipples, they seemed to be more sensitive because she yelped again and started thrashing now that she had recovered from reeling in pain.

She kicked my foot and...

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