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DESCRIPTIONAnne and Fred Warren are eighteen, just out of high school, and living in Las Vegas when they're offered porn stardom. Anne is cute and petite, and her twin brother has a sixteen-inch cock. And if they can't fool around together on camera, well, that doesn't mean they won't get really close at home. Lauren Milfinger returns with another hot tale of sibling incest and lust.EXCERPTMy first shoot was an easy one. It was a solo, “hidden camera” deal. I just had to walk into a living room set, slowly remove my clothes, and masturbate. It was just me and about a dozen other people, and none of them were fucking me, so that was cool.I think I’m a decent actor, but there was very little of that involved in this. You might want to fake masturbating in a legit movie, but in porn, with the camera getting in close, it’s easier to just do it for real. I got a nice rhythm going with my fingers, working two of them inside my cunt, then pulling them out and doing a job on my clit. I kept doing that, over and over, until I was cumming for real.The director had one camera operator get in close then, had me spread my cunt lips and continue to rub my clit, while the camera caught my pussy contracting and relaxing as I came. Those cameras really made love to me. The other cameraman pulled in tight on my face as I was cumming, then zoomed out to include my upper body, writhing in passion.An assistant handed me an empty long-neck beer bottle and I started fucking myself with that. It felt good, and I continued to rub my clit for good measure. Once I was good and wet, and loosened up a little, I turned the bottle around and shoved the fat end into my pussy. The director looked like he was having his own orgasm, watching on the monitor.After cumming again, I pulled out the bottle and started to pee. Not one of those, “Oh, I’m squirting” type of spurts, but a good, strong, high arcing yellow stream that went on for quite a while. I suppose it ruined the couch, but that’s porn for you. It was new, cheap but good-looking furniture. They could afford to trash it after a single use.They gave me an extra $200 to fuck myself with the beer bottle, and $200 more to piss on the couch at the end. Since that day, I seem to do a lot of pissing videos. That’s fine with me. I have to pee anyway, and this way I get paid for it.*     *     *Fred takes his position above her, his hard cock for the moment hanging down with the tip resting on her bush. The director yells, “Action,” and Vanessa comes to life again. She reaches down and guides the fat knob of Fred’s cock to her pussy. He thrusts carefully, his cock penetrating until it hits the bottom of her snatch. He pulls back, thrusts again, over and over, and for the first time I can see that Vanessa is reacting to the stimulation. Not that many men can go the full depth of a woman’s pussy, much less stretch it as they bottom out, and still have that much cock outside.After a few minutes of this I can see that she’s started to cum for real. Her body is arching, her pelvis thrusting up to meet him, those famous tits lifted as she leans back onto her elbows, the dark nipples like hard pebbles. She’s moaning, a different sound than the usual Meg Ryan in the deli fake moaning and screaming you generally hear in porn. Her moans are softer, more inward directed, more, well, real.

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by Lauren Milfinger

Published by Lot’s Cave

My Brother, the Porn Star, © 2017, by Lauren Milfinger

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Cover by Morgaine Wrightman

All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

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CONTENTS

My Brother, the Porn Star

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Taboo Erotica

Other Novels

by Lauren Milfinger

My brother Fred and I are twins. Not identical, obviously, him being a boy and me being a girl, but we popped out into the world about twenty minutes apart on that momentous day, twenty years ago tomorrow. We went through the usual phases–sharing the double stroller as infants, battling everybody as a team when we were little, battling each other as teenagers, re-teaming as we matured into adults.

In case you were wondering, I’m the oldest. By twenty minutes. It doesn’t mean that much in our family, though, because Fred’s a man and I’m not, and apparently Jesus said that makes him the boss.

Our parents, in case that isn’t already obvious, are born-again crackpots. One reason neither Fred nor I went to college is because Dad is convinced that colleges are “evil tools of the Liberal fascist plot to destroy American values.” Let me put it this way. Dad once took us to that weird-ass nut-farm museum in Kentucky convinced we’d “learn the real scientific truth” from the visit. The only thing I learned was that it’s apparently possible to get a PhD without learning fuck all about the subject.

Anyway, that’s why we moved out as soon as we finished high school. Or what passed for high school at the Bright Future Christian Academy, which was mostly bullshit. We both wanted to go to college. It’s got so you can hardly get a job pumping gas without a degree today.

There were problems with that ambition. For one thing, most colleges figured a high school diploma from BFCA was roughly equivalent to graduating from the third grade. You can’t blame them. If you didn’t do plenty of outside investigating, you’d come out thinking the world was flat and barely 6,000-years-old, Adam and Eve were real people, the dinosaurs all died in Noah’s flood, and the President was probably the antichrist, or, if not, at least a secret Muslim married to a man.

The teachers, in other words, were as dumb as our father. And unlike Mark Twain’s father, ours was an idiot when we were twelve, and by the time we were grown apparently hadn’t learned a damned thing. He might even have got dumber.

Be that as it may, it left Fred and me with a problem. The high school we were graduated from meant our academic records were at the very least suspect. Our SAT scores were barely good enough to get into a community college, much less a four-year university. They didn’t teach any real science at BFCA, and only the most basic math, and that mostly to the boys. It was simply assumed that the girls would get married shortly after graduating and spend the next twenty or so years popping out more fanatics.

Then we found out we did have a few things going for us. I’m what they call cute and petite, which means I stand an inch over five feet tall, have slightly wavy red hair that hangs down my back nearly to my butt crack, bewitching green eyes, and a 36-20-35 figure. A hot, tiny girl with big tits, in other words.