Apparently, her brother was sharing the news that his big sister worked as a nude model to his friends in school and around the city.

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Sun rays burst through the clouds and painted the buildings’ walls in golden shades. The grey apartment giants were clustered in groups of four and separated by streets and parking lots, as well as the occasional trees and bushes.

Polina had just drawn the curtains and enjoyed the sunrise play across the apartment complexes opposite her own bedroom window with a cup of coffee in her hand. She smiled as she appreciated finally having the curtains hung up, despite she’d been living in the apartment for three weeks.

It had been a turbulent time. About three weeks ago something happened that forced her to leave her childhood home. Or, more correctly, she felt she HAD to leave after the confrontation. It was her mother, who had confronted her at first and admonished her the most.

The truth was that Polina was a webcam model, a nude model, who earned her living through dancing, undressing and “entertaining” her visitors. She had come into contact with a studio downtown almost six months ago and had since then steadily become a more and more popular performer online.

She was young, only 18 years old, which helped her popularity immensely, and she was blonde-haired, as well as beautiful. Her body was toned, athletic and her petite shape had attracted many men’s gaze since long before she even understood why they leered at her. Popularity came at a cost, though, something she’d soon find out.

When her mom confronted her, it became clear to her that a rival studio had blown her secret. She didn’t plan to let her friends and family know about her work at the studio, and if they ever were to find out, she would prefer to have told them herself. But now, her profession had been revealed to her whole family.

Not only did they reveal her; they even shared a link to her room and photos of her in various stages of undress. In one photo she even masturbated with her legs spread widely. Even now, weeks later, Polina blushed at the thought. That her mother, father and even her little brother had seen her like this.

The resulting argument had made her mother and her yell at each other to the point where Polina threatened to move out. Her mother dared her and a few days later Polina moved to her own apartment, which was small but closer to the studio.

She hadn’t spoken to her mother since, not even her brother. She’d seen her father once, when he helped her with her curtains the day before. Since she could remember, she’d been on good terms with her dad. Much better than with her mother. She could sense that he didn’t approve of her work as nude model, but they didn’t talk about it. It would be too awkward.

He left giving her a wad of money bills, and the truth was that she needed them. Badly. Living on her own was expensive and she had to do extra shifts at the studio to make ends meet. Sometimes that wasn’t even enough, as some days were slow, and by the end of the month generous visitors were few and far between.

It was this day during her morning coffee she discovered the message. It was Artem from her old neighborhood, a friend of her little brothers, and she was puzzled about why he would contact her. She turned pale, when she read his message.

Apparently, her brother was sharing the news that his big sister worked as a nude model to his friends in school and around the city. Even sharing her link and photos. She got furious and even a little nauseous, when Artem told that Vlad, her little brother, even masturbated to her shows.

“I’m growing concerned for him. Can you help me talk to him?”, he asked her.

She hesitated but finally agreed to meet with Artem and talk some sense into her kid brother. On one hand she didn’t care if he got a thrill from watching her, but on the other hand she didn’t want him to expose her secret to anyone and spread slander about her throughout the city. She had to stop him.

The next day she arrived at Artem’s parents’ house in her old neighborhood. Vlad would be there too, and with Artem’s support Polina was confident that she could convince her brother to stop exposing her. It was just past noon, when she rang the doorbell and was let inside. Artem guided her through his family’s apartment and invited her into his room.

“No one’s home, so no one will interfere if your brother gets angry and acts up.”

It made sense to her, but it did seem a little strange to be sitting there alone with him. Like her brother, Artem was two years younger than her and in many ways still a child in her eyes. In other respects, he was less like a kid… Like the way he looked at her right now.

She brushed it off. Truth be told she had grown accustomed to being ogled by men and even “boys” like Artem. Even though her audience online was basically faceless to her, she was somewhat aware of their attention, but it still felt different, when the person looking at her sat just across the room.

Artem was a good guy, though. A bit nerdy, but he always treated her in a friendly manner, even when they were kids. She couldn’t be certain, but she also suspected that he had a crush on her once, when they were younger.

Polina noticed that he still looked at her with that longing stare, and she regretted wearing this tight-fitting top today. Her breasts were not large, but on her petite frame they were very accentuated. Self-consciously she pulled her shirt close over her chest in an attempt to hide her assets to the boy’s hungry eyes.

The silence was interrupted by a distant bell sound from the front door making Artem immediately shoot up from his seat and go greet the visitor. Polina heard chatter from the other end of the apartment, but in more lively and chipper voices than she expected, and soon Artem returned to his room with Vlad following behind him.

A faint feeling of uneasiness crept into her stomach. What was going on? Why did they just sit down and look at her? Weren’t they supposed to be talking about Vlad and his behavior? She turned her eyes to Artem, who just looked back at her. Did he seem nervous? Agitated?

“It’s been a long time, sis.”, Vlad suddenly exclaimed.

He sat back in a chair and radiated an aura of confidence and superiority with his arms across his chest and eying her. Like Artem, he was a tall, slender guy, towering at least twenty centimeters above her, when they stood side by side. A smile played across his lips.

“I’ve heard about what you did!”, she exclaimed, ignoring his greeting. “I want you to stop talking about my work to everyone across the city. It’s none of their fucking business and you have no right-…”

“Why do you keep it a secret?”, Vlad interrupted. His voice cracked like a whip in the air and made her jump slightly.

“Are you ashamed of your work? Are you ashamed of yourself?”

Dumbfounded Polina just looked at her little brother. Why did he ask these questions? Why didn’t he seem surprised by her being here? Relentlessly, he continued.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of… you are beautiful and sexy… and you are obviously a horny slut…”

Polina was fuming at this point. Both from the inappropriate compliments, but mostly from the harsh remark on her being a slut. Who the fuck did he think he was??

“… you are just being honest about yourself, right? Showing the world what you got… teasing men to pay you to get naked… giving them a taste of you…”

Silently, she just listened to the boy’s ramblings, not able to believe her ears. What was he going on about?

“… and at the same time satisfying your need to be slutty… you love being paid for being sexy, right? To have disgusting, horny men direct you…?”

“Stop it! Just who do you think you are??” Furiously she stood up, but Vlad pushed her back down in her seat. He was stronger than he looked, she noticed, and suddenly she felt very afraid about the situation.

“I’m going to tell everyone I know about you! I’m doing you a fucking favor, okay? Every person I tell would be a potential customer. Someone who would want to pay you for getting horny and naked. Isn’t that what you want?”

Her younger brother stood above her, talking to her with a firm voice, and she felt very small and vulnerable. Somehow, she managed to speak up against him.

“I don’t want that. You got it all wrong. It’s just an act. I only do it for the money…”

“Then why don’t you want me to promote you to all I know? More attention would give more money, right??”

Polina tried desperately to stay in charge, but Vlad was being very commanding.

“… I don’t want friends or people I meet on the street to judge me by my work. Some people are very prejudiced and would despise me for being a model…”

“Not just a model – a NUDE model! A naked slut masturbating for money.”

The words stung and she fought back the tears from hearing her own brother talk about her like that. She couldn’t imagine why she deserved to be treated like this.

“… please… stop telling people about me and my work… I don’t want their attention or their money. It could ruin my work and my life, if you continue…”

She was begging him, making her appear meek and inferior to him, and he just looked at her with a pondering stare. Like he was considering something.

“… come on… I’m your sister, and you are hurting me… please stop telling people…”

The young boy sat back down and pointed a finger accusingly at her.

“NO! I’m not the one hurting you. You are! You decided on your own to work as a slut online. You have to deal with the consequences you brought unto yourself…!”

“STOP calling me a slut! I’m not a stupid slut, for fuck’s sake! It’s just an act, don’t you get it??”

Polina noticed Artem fidget uneasily in his seat from the tense situation and she wondered why he didn’t speak up or do anything. He was obviously uncomfortable with their arguing.

“You don’t get to tell me to do anything! You are going to feel the consequences of your actions and I’m making sure of that by promoting your webcam profile all I want.”

Why couldn’t she get through to him? Why was he being such a jerk? The frustration was almost making her cry.

“… please… Please stop telling people about me, okay? What do you want from me?”

Vlad smirked at her from this, but quickly composed himself again.

“I really don’t understand… more people would come to your webcam page, if I promote you, and they would probably be happy to pay…-”

“I don’t care! I don’t want them to know and I don’t want their money! I prefer my visitors to be from other countries, other continents, and never be able to meet me in person. Don’t you get it?”

“You should have thought about that before getting naked on cam, big sis.”

Polina wanted to punch him and cry her heart out. She felt beaten and belittled by her little brother.

“Fuck you… What do you want? You obviously refuse to get my point, but what can I do to convince you to stop blabbering about me?”

Vlad sat back with his arms crossed, seeming to consider this. To his big sister this appeared to be just an act and she was angry and frustrated that he toyed with her like this.

“Come on! Is it money you want? How much?”

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he unfolded his arms and leaned forward to glare at her.

“You know… if you gave me money to shut up, I would just spend it all at once…”

He efficiently paused for her to grasp his words before continuing.

“… on tokens for the webcam page…”

Polina just stared at him. What was he saying? What did he imply?

“… only to pay for more masturbation shows with you…”

Her heart sank and she felt the blood drain from her face. He didn’t even deny it. He was really watching her shows. Watching his own sister get naked and… pleasure herself…

“But it’s just so fucking expensive and I also have to pay for the cut taken by the webcam page AND your studio…”

She couldn’t believe him. Where was he getting at? What was he talking about? Polina’s head felt light from the surreal conversation.

“… so, what about we cut out the middleman and skip the useless exchange of money?”

He looked expectantly at her, but she didn’t get it. What was he asking about?

“Do you get me? Instead of money, you could give me a show.”

Time stopped for a few seconds as Polina tried to comprehend his words.

“… Wh- what?”

“A show, you know? Like when you are working. In front of the webcam.”

He was getting impatient with her, but her mind refused to understand the meaning of his words.

“… You want me to give you a show…? To make you stop telling other people about my work…?”

Vlad nodded in agreement, smiling at her.

“… but how? And what do you mean by cutting out the middleman…?”

“I mean here, NOW. Live. In front of me and Artem. No webcam, just the three of us. Get it?”

She immediately shook her head anxiously. What was he thinking? She couldn’t dance and undress in front of these… boys.

“Are you crazy?? You are my brother! I can’t do a show here in front of you. That’s sick!”

Her brother just shrugged, like it was no big deal to him, and leaned back in his seat.

“No problem, but then I cannot stop promoting you. You know, if you want something from me, I need something from you…”

He said the last part matter-of-factly, as if it was a universal rule. Once again, she stole a glance at Artem who just watched their conversation silently.

“But… Come on… I can’t do this… It would be weird…”, she whined as she desperately tried to think of an alternative.

“This is my offer. Give me a good show instead of money, and I will stop promoting you to my friends.”

She frowned and bowed her head in defeat. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this…

“Fine! I’ll give you a show, you pervert, and in return you’ll stop telling people about my work.”

“Scout’s honor!”, he vowed with a smile as he mockingly raised his hand in the classic gesture.

Vlad and Artem immediately pushed back their chairs to the door and the wall to make room for her show. Artem’s room wasn’t very big, containing only a bed, a desk, a cupboard and some chairs, but they managed to create a small area for Polina’s stage.

When they sat back and watched her in anticipation to start the show, she began to tremble. She’d never done anything like this before. Not even with any of her ex-boyfriends, not even while being drunk or otherwise intoxicated. But she had to get this over with to make her creep brother stop…

Polina started waving back and forth on her feet, slowly getting into a rhythmic dance routine she often used on cam, when she wasn’t chatting or occupied with private shows. Usually, she wasn’t wearing this much clothes on cam, but preferred small tops and shorts or short dresses. Right this moment she was wearing tight-fitting jeans, a white halter top and an unbuttoned light blue shirt with long sleeves.

She did a move and turned her back to the young boys, as she slowly and sensually slid off her long-sleeved shirt. It gracefully revealed her shoulders, her arms and finally fell to the ground. Meanwhile she tilted her head back, making her long blond hair hang down, almost touching her tight ass, she proudly pushed out towards the boys.

When she turned to face them, her cheeks were blushing red. To be honest, her blushing was not exclusively from embarrassment, but she tried hard to deny the fact that doing a live show in front of these boys was giving her a thrill.

Her dance got more lively and enticing and she closed her eyes while pushing out her chest. She could only imagine what a view her brother and his friend were getting. Her top was tight and her nipples were hard against the fabric, making them impossible not to spot. She cursed herself.

“The pants…”, Vlad croaked from his seat. “Lose the pants.”

She shot her brother an angry glance, but did as commanded. Her jeans were extremely tight and difficult to take off, giving her an unwanted break in her dance routine, as she had to sit down in order to work them off. When she finally finished shedding the denim clothing, she got back up on her feet and dropped the jeans unceremoniously on the floor.

A low whistle of appreciation escaped Artem’s lips, and Polina couldn’t help but smile faintly at him. His face was blushing even more than her own. Usually when performing she would be wearing thongs or transparent panties, but today a pair of plain, white cotton panties would have to do. Judging from the two sixteen-year old’s hungry stares, they were not disappointed.

This time she turned halfway around giving her audience a good view of her small fit behind and made it tremble for them with small movements from her slim legs. She knew that this was a favorite with her online viewers and suspected that a couple of young guys would enjoy it as well. Looking back over her shoulder she almost gasped.

Artem was openly squeezing his hard bulge in his pants, staring intently at her dancing buttocks. Vlad, on the other hand, had moved his chair and himself closer, his face less than a meter from her naked skin. She nearly jumped away from him, but she managed to keep her composure and continue.

Gracefully she turned around and continued her dance, reaching for the hem of her top with her hands. Slowly, ever so slowly, she revealed her slim waist and tight abdomen, sliding the white fabric upwards and she only stopped, when the lower part of her firm breasts was showing.

She held the two younger guys’ full attention, and she hadn’t anticipated that it would affect her like this. Her face was flushed and her pulse carried plenty of adrenalin to every cell in her body, making her tingle and tremble in excitement. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

“… fuck…!”

A small, but expressive exclamation confirmed her suspicion that these boys were at least as excited as she was. She smiled seductively before slowly turning around and slightly bent over to push out her panty-clad behind at them.

“Hey!? Knock it off!”

A careful touch on her right buttock made her spin around and slap the hand away. Fire and aggression shot from her eyes, as she scolded her younger brother.

“Keep your hands to yourself! That is not allowed!”

Vlad just smiled nervously and held up his hands in surrender. Polina shot him another dirty glance before warily turning back to face away from them.

She danced enticingly for a few moments mostly to stall the next part of the show. She bit her lip nervously, before she finally grabbed her top with trembling hands and pulled it all the way off. Before turning to face her audience, she covered her protruding globes in her small slender hands.

Both of them were openly touching themselves through their pants and stared at her with horny eyes. She knew this look, as she had seen it in the eyes of both her boyfriends and those of her visitors, who paid for cam-to-cam shows. They wanted her.

She tilted back her head and pushed her tits outward, as she massaged them before the horny teenagers’ incredulous faces. Everything was silent in the small room apart from the heavy breathing from all three of them.

“… Oh fuck… Show… Show your tits, sis…”

Vlad’s voice almost cracked, as his throat and mouth were dry from the incredible sight before him. Again, his sister shot him an ugly glance, but it quickly turned sultry, as she slowly slid her hands upwards, until her nipples were uncovered.

With a flutter in her belly, Polina lifted her arms and danced with her hands behind her head, finally revealing her naked chest in all its glory, and she felt another jolt of excitement shoot through her body. She had never guessed that she would become this turned on by performing in front of a couple of young boys, also taking into consideration that one of them was her own younger brother. Her body tingled and she began to look forward to ending the show, getting home and satisfying her growing need…

“… Now… The panties… Lose the panties…”

She anticipated this and a plan formed in her mind. If she did a good job, they might become satisfied quickly, ending her ordeal very soon. She went with this logic and reached for the elastic band of her plain panties.

As the white undergarment slowly slid down her hips, Polina was surprised to discover that she had grown quite moist from the show, and she prayed that the boys wouldn’t notice. Suddenly she hardly cared about the show and just wanted to leave the situation.

At this point her naked sex was on full display, and Artem moaned weakly from the amazing view. She was completely hairless like a very young girl, something she knew her online audience appreciated very much. Then Vlad opened his pants and pulled out his member.

Fear coursed through her and it felt like her heart skipped a beat. This was definitely crossing the line, but… she also needed the show to end soon. Cautiously she picked up her dance routine, but kept an eye on her brother and his naked cock.

His hard cock… all because of her and her performance. She knew it was sick, but she couldn’t help feeling a little pride from being able to turn on a relative like this. It was so wrong and taboo, but Vlad apparently didn’t care.

A minute passed, and her brother was now openly masturbating in front of her, as she danced in all her naked splendor. His cock was not the biggest she’d ever seen, but it was slightly above average in both length and girth. His expression was one of pure lust, and she hoped that she was better at hiding her feelings herself.

“… The bed… Get on the bed and spread… spread your legs… show your pussy…”

He was drawling, almost incoherently from excitement, as he directed her. She looked at him with a stern face.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea… My show is over so get it over with, okay?”

Something snapped in Vlad’s head as he raised his voice.

“Do what you are told! The show isn’t over. Not until I say so!”

Polina looked at her brother defiantly, but finally decided to back down. Fine. He would get his thrill from seeing her open pussy, and so what? Without a word she slowly sat down in the bed and leaned back on her arms.

Artem sounded like an animal in pain, when she slowly separated her thighs before them and gave them a perfect view of her small, naked flower. She could feel her moisture, and she no longer had any hope to hide it from them. Vlad just stroked his cock faster, as his stare was glued to the forbidden point between her legs.

Even though he got up from his seat slowly and carefully, she felt a scare so hard that she could taste metal in her mouth. Her legs snapped close in a split second and she desperately tried to get up. Vlad quickly placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to calm her.

“… Easy now… I just want to get a bit closer… Just to see better, okay? Nothing more. Just sit back and relax…”

She knew she had to stop this, but she already knew the outcome. He would threaten her with breaking the deal and continue to tell people about her work. She couldn’t let that happen. Reluctantly, she eased back down with his hand on her shoulder.

She eyed him closely, but surprisingly he didn’t remove his hand from her shoulder after she settled down. Instead, he slowly, very slowly, moved his hand, caressing her arm. She anticipated what came next, and she just closed her eyes, when his hand went from her arm, back across her shoulder and finally slid down over her chest.

His touch was gentle and careful at first, but soon his whole hand cupped her breast and squeezed it possessively. She had to turn her face away not to reveal her reaction to him, even though her hard nipple in his palm had to be telling volumes.

“… You are so fucking hot… perfect in every way…”

Her breath came raspingly as she fought the growing sensation in her body. She couldn’t let him know how hot she was from this. Another hand reached for her, placed itself on her thigh just above the knee.

“… Open your legs again… Be a good sister, okay?”

She clenched her teeth and forced herself to respond in a calm voice.

“… No, Vlad. This is too far…”

“I don’t care. Just do it, or else… Do you want me to email your photos to my whole school?”

The anger stung in her throat, but she did what she was told, and slowly her legs parted. As expected, his free hand slid along her thigh and ended up resting on her smooth pussy lips. She whimpered, when his fingers pried open her small sex and felt her growing excitement.

“… But sis… You are all wet down here… You really are a slut!”

This was it. She’d had enough and exploded in his face, pushing off his hands.

“I’M NOT A SLUT!!! Don’t you fucking get it?? Get the fuck away from me!!!”

She yelled and fought, but her brother was too strong, too big and easily overpowered his petite big sister. Her hands were secured in his and with one leg he kept her from kicking him.

“You are a dirty slut, and I’m going to prove it to you… Artem, get over here… hold her arms.”

At first Vlad’s buddy didn’t react. It was obvious that he was split between moral and desire. Unfortunately for Polina, his desire won and he walked the short distance to his bed and looked frightened at the two siblings.

“Hold her arms… you can get your turn after.”

The words made Polina shriek in terror, but almost no sound escaped her lips. Instead, she gave a little fight, when Artem took hold of her, as Vlad pulled off his pants and boxers. Seconds later she was forced to open her legs for him and allow him to climb in between them.

“… Now… Shut up and be a good girl… You hear me? If you keep fighting, I will show the pictures to our grandma… It would break her heart to see her little granddaughter like that…”

Polina stopped fighting and laid back in defeat. When she felt Vlad spread her legs wider, she looked away and prepared for the pain…

… But there was none. Her heart beat like a drum solo and tears threatened to pour out, but she just gasped in surprise, when her brother’s cock started to enter her. Apparently, she was so worked up from the whole ordeal that he only had to push once or twice before his cock slid inside her.

Soon he was all the way inside, pushing against the bottom of her hot vagina, and she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure from the forced penetration. Vlad then pulled all the way out, before he pushed his cock to the hilt again, eliciting another longing moan from her.

“.. As I said… You ARE a slut…!”

She bit her lip and soon his words were forgotten and drowned in her first reluctant fuck with her brother. All thoughts of fight or escaping were gone, and she couldn’t hold back her moans and whimpers from the forbidden sex she was having.

Maybe she was a slut, she thought. Only minutes later, when her brother really fucked her hard, she was cumming her brains out, milking his hard cock with her tight little hole, and soon after he came as well. Instinctively, Polina knew that her own climax had been instrumental in pushing her brother over the edge and filling her up with hot sperm, but in that very moment she thought nothing of it.

She almost whimpered in complaint, when he pulled out of her and got up, but was immediately replaced by his friend. Now her brother held her arms, and she watched in alarm Artem, as he released his average sized cock from his pants and hurried to get in between her thighs. In one impatient thrust, he pushed into her, burying himself to the hilt in her hot, quivering pussy.

Polina’s eyes rolled back into her skull, as her brother’s sixteen-year-old friend fucked her like a sex toy. He didn’t care about her feelings or wellbeing and only paused to maul her tits with his sweaty hands. He was just using her to get off. To cum. Not unlike her online visitors, although, they would never have such a real experience with her.

“… Fucking slut… Such a whore…”

She couldn’t believe her ears, as Artem spewed profanities in her face, while repeatedly thrusting in and out of her tight, naked pussy. Soon he too came deep inside her, and this time it was his orgasm, which was catalytic to hers. Her head spinned and she distantly noticed that Artem got up and moved away from her naked form. Before she managed to get up, strong hands grabbed her and turned her over on the bed.

“… I’ve seen your shows… And I know you love doggy…”

Her eyes shot open, but before she could react, her brother entered her once again, this time from behind.

This second time, Vlad lasted about ten minutes, before he emptied his young balls deep inside her snug body. She had no will or power to fight him, and she just let him use her. She felt sore and dirty from the heavy fucking in Artem’s bed, but at last it was over. After a couple of minutes, she was squeezing into her tight jeans.
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When she left, she didn’t even look at either of them. She just left the apartment and went for the tram that would bring her home. To her dismay she could still feel three deposits of teen boy seed in her lower body, and she looked forward to getting back home and washing off their sweat and stink. In a few hours, she would have to go to work…

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1. jørgen

   09/03/2022 kl 20:38

   Good sister to have, for a young brother and his friend.

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