"Scooch over, I need to change the angle. Light's refracting off the water," Damian said from behind the camera.

"Kay. This better?" Kris shuffled over and sat with her back against the tree.

Damian adjusted the mounted camera and squinted at his laptop. "Better, yeah but, there's still some shadows. If we moved away from the lake front, it'd even out the lighting."

"It'll be worth it. Is the lake in frame?"

"No. I told you, light's refracting off it. It's hiding your features."

Kris glanced over her shoulder. A thick band of orange, liquid sunlight glared across the vast blue expanse of Route 27. "Just a little bit of the water. In the corner of the frame. It'll add to the eroticism. Makes it seem risky."

"No one can see us from that distance."

"The viewer doesn't know that. Just try, please?"

Damian peeked above his camera. The sharp, angular features of his face softened as he laid eyes upon Kris; upon her body. Lust swam in his eyes.

"If I keep the light band out of frame, it won't look awful. Some after-effects might fix any issues."

"Great! Thanks for putting up with me."

Damian shook his head as he readjusted the camera. "The exposure alone is worth the hassle."

"Oh, should I rescind your cut, then?"

"Not on your life." Damian turned the laptop screen to face her. "How's that look?"

Kris stared back at herself, sat up against the light-grey trunk of an Elm tree. A meadow backdrop dominated the background, like something out of a fairy tale. Mossy boulders decorated a carpet of flowers and short, fluffy grass. Sentrets played chase between the boulders while Butterfree danced atop the flowers. Route 27's sprawling water covered a third of the frame, sparkling, a field of deep blue covered in orange glitter. The lens captured her from a diagonal angle so as to capture her silhouette and face.

Kris arched her back and leaned back, propping herself up with her arms. Her ass popped in the subtle silhouette of the setting sun. A pair of denim shorts clung to it like a second skin, bulging the tops of her thighs. Thick with muscle, the results of tireless work, the hallmarks of her brand. Hardly anyone in the industry, professional or indie, had a bigger, natural ass or thighs. They paired well with her rather flare chest. A tattoo accented her left thigh, a trail of love hearts fluttering down to her knee like leaves falling from a tree. The pink ink gleamed in the sunlight.

"Looks great. Amazing work."

Damian nodded, all matter-of-fact. Kris admired him as he crossed the meadow and retrieved another camera and tripod from a duffle bag. Adorable, even while clothed. Slender arms and narrow shoulders contrasted against his full ass and toned thighs. Oh, how good he'd look in a pair of thigh-highs. If only he ever listened. No matter how hard she tried to convince him, he always refused, saying it was, "off-brand." Damian caught her stare as he placed a tripod down and pointed a camera directly at her, front on.

"Take your shorts off for a second and get into doggy. Getting the lighting on the pussy to look good is tricky."

"Will do."

Kris unzipped her shorts tiny zipper and peeled them down to her knees, followed by her thong. On all fours, she showed her ass to the camera. Kris peeked over her shoulder, taking care to not move her ass. Her ass filled the frame. Orange light fractured in the plastic crystal of her buttplug's heart-shaped base. Damian fiddled with tripod knobs and camera buttons, centring her pussy in the middle of the frame and sharpening the focus. While he worked, Kris tried to think of a title for the scene's free-to-watch version. A few key tags flashed through her mind; public, lake, risky, anal. Then, it came to her.

Risky public anal with Step-bro

"All good," Damian said.

"You comfortable including a step-sibling dynamic?" Kris rose to her knees and slipped her shorts back on.

"Sure, step-sibling, public, sounds great for the algorithm. Now, let's a do a soundcheck. Say your name normally, softly then loudly." Damian pressed a button on his laptop.

"Kris Crystal. Kris Crystal. Kris Crystal!"

Damian pressed the same button and then another. Kris's own voice played back to her. Even after hearing herself make all kinds of sounds over the years, hearing her own voice never sounded right.

"Sound good?" She asked.

Damian glanced at a mic hanging from a fixed pole. "As good as it can out here."

"Let's get started then before it gets dark."

"Hold on."

Damian stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a shrieking whistle. A moment later a huge mass of brown feathers erupted from the surrounding tree line. Noctowl perched on a branch above Kris's head. His eyes bore into Damian, two red plates ringed in black.

"Owl?" He asked.

"We all clear? Anybody out there?"

Noctowl shook his head, rusting his twin-peaked crest of bushy brown feathers that rose above his head like two horns. "Noctowl."

"No one's gonna catch us. We're so far off the trail and hardly anybody knows about this spot." Kris patted the soft grass beside her. "Now come here. It's about time we started."

Damian gummed his lips. "Keep patrolling, Noctowl. Use foresight from above. Screech as loud as you can if you spot anything that even looks like a human."

Noctowl nodded and opened his wings. White flames engulfed his eyes. Rings of glowing, white light shot from the flames, ricocheted through the forest and returned back to him. With one great flap, he sped off like a bullet above the forest, scanning all below.

"You ready?" Kris gestured to Damian's crotch with her eyes.

Damian took a deep breath and smiled. His eyes lingered on her bare thighs and bare stomach. "Yeah." He pressed a button on his laptop. The cameras' red recording lights turned on. He approached her.

Kris showed her back to the cameras, taking care to pop out her ass but, not too much so as to be obvious about it. Damian took her pace against the tree and she straddled him. Skin met skin as his slender hands embraced her lower back. A long, thick bulge prodded her crotch. Even through his shorts, it radiated warmth. As she took in his dark-brown eyes and long face, she could help but be reminded of his father, Professor Elm. They shared such a likeness. The idea of fucking Professor Elm might have made her laugh so, she kissed Damian to suppress it. One kiss and the performance began.

Deep, drawn-out kissing spoke of love and passion. Rough, tender groping spoke of lust and hunger. As fellow actors, they shared a responsibility to highlight their best features for their fans. Damian filled his hands with her ass and the back of her thighs while she lifted his shirt and massaged his subtle pecs. A slap rocked her. Even while bound by the tight denim, Kris felt the ripples course through her ass and thighs. She gasped, he laughed and they shared a rough, wild kiss. The dance began. With long, slowed movements they stripped one another of a piece of clothing, kissed, groped and repeated.

With each new part of the body revealed, there went their hands. Shirts removed; Kris kissed his lean abs and thumbed his nipples; Damian traced his fingers along the valley of her back and sucked on her flat breasts. Pants removed; Kris squeezed and stroked his bulge through his boxers; Damian prodded and tugged on her buttplug through her panties. Playing their parts, they moaned and shuddered. A half lie, an exaggeration. Little tingles swept across Kris as Damian played with her buttplug, fluttering her heart.

A couple of long kisses and ass slaps later, the underwear came off but, only enough for access. Kris worked kisses down Damian's abs before slipping his boxers past his balls and taking them into her mouth. Groaning, he reached over her and slipped off her panties in a single, swift motion. Kris allowed a pause for the shot to linger on her buttplug before stroking Damian's cock. The shaft filled her palm and the tip reached above her head. As Damian settled back against the tree trunk, moaning and stroking her hair, Kris snuck a glance at the laptop screen. They looked sublime, radiant, as the glow of the setting sun warmed their bare flesh.

"Fuck… sis…" Damian thickened his voice with lust.

Keeping her strokes consistent and slow, Kris raised her head. "Is that good, big brother?"

"So good~" Damian cupped her face.

They shared a long kiss. His lips, softened and sweetened by vanilla chapstick, locked with hers. As she continued stroking him, his cock twitched. Two fingers tapped her back. The signal to back off. Kris let go of his cock and embraced him. Groping one another, they shared kiss after kiss until Damian tapped three fingers. The signal to continue. Kris broke their kiss.

"I want you in my ass, big brother," Kris stage-whispered.

"Oh? You better lube me up then." Damian placed a hand on the back of her head.

"Yes, big brother," she said.

She licked his shaft from base to tip, getting a shudder from Damian. A real one, from the sounds of it. A real giggle escaped her before she took him inside her mouth. His girth pressed against her gummed teeth and flattened her tongue. Sweet pre-cum delighted her tastebuds. A little tingle danced in her groin. It surged as Damian took hold of her twin buns of teal hair. Closing her eyes, Kris lost herself in her work, bobbing her head up and down, stroking whatever wasn't in her mouth. Spit bubbled as drew breaths through her nose. Slow, steady, calm breaths were key. Falter, and Damian's cock would gag her as it passed down her throat. His girth and length challenged her. Once, she almost gagged. The seconds and minutes melted together but when Damian guided her off his cock, the sun had started to dip beneath the horizon so, they must have been at it a while. He touched her thigh with four fingers, the signal to move on. A tap of one finger signalled she'd received the message. They froze, as still as statues for two seconds before breaking apart.

Kris got off of Damian and took his place at the tree's base as he hurried behind the camera. So as to not lose her libido, Kris slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit.

"I got sloppy. Is my make-up running?" She asked.

"Nah you're good. You prepped?" Damian lathered his cock with lube.

"Yeah, you're good to go."

"You did an enema?"

"Of course."

"Just making sure. I'm going in bareback, after all."

"Fair enough. You ready?"

"Ready."

Kris got on all fours, presenting her ass to the front camera. The grass cushioned her cheek, a soft, damp pillow.

"Looks great. You're centred." Kirs heard Damian approach from behind. He straddled her, planting a foot on either side of her knees. Crouching, he placed a hand beside her head while the other took hold of her buttplug. "Alright. Three, two and." Damian eased the buttplug out of her.

The bulbous egg-shaped behemoth forced a crying moan from her, gaping her ass on its way out. Damian allowed her a moment to recover, feigning foreplay, stroking his cock and prodding her asshole. Once Kris caught her breath, she tapped his hand beside her face with three fingers.

Even after all her prepping, his cock stretched her right up to her limits. A moan escaped from her, loud and long. Deeper and deeper, he ventured, stretching as he went. Pleasure washed over her, a melting wave of electric warmth. She sucked in her breath to prepare a moan but as Damian began, she needn't have bothered. For a moment, she forgot herself as steady, deep thrusts plunged her ass. Moans flowed between her lips like a loose faucet. Remembering herself, she whimpered.

"Big brother~"

"Oh, sis~"

Kris followed Damian's slow and sensual lead, accenting each completed stroke with a gasping moan. To her best ability, she tracked time and after a few minutes, she clenched her ass. Damian received the signal and sped up. Flesh slapped against flesh. Her ass squelched. Damian filled her over and over and over with each heavy thrust.

Floating on a cloud of bliss, Kris sharpened her moans, crying out occasionally but never screaming. Screaming always broke immersion. Between her acting she let a few real moans slip out, to really sell it. On top of moaning, she squirmed. Not enough to knock Damian off balance but enough to sell utter euphoria to the viewer. She took handfuls of grass, curled her toes, kicked her feet and arched back. Yet, the more Damian fucked her, the more real moans escaped her and the more she squirmed until it took an active effort not to cry out or knock him off. His pace, consistent and steady, timed each burst of pleasure so as to create one consistent drone of bliss. And with each heavy thrust, the drone grew. Before long, despite her struggling, time melded again along with the world, leaving only pleasure and sensation. Hands squeezed her hips. Heat radiated against her body. Moans sweetened her ears. The tap of three fingers brought her back to reality. Damian was close.

Kris glanced at the horizon. Twilight threatened to appear any minute as the last of the light seeped below the sky. She replied to Damian with two squeezes of her ass. Quick as lightning, he whipped out of her ass and she hopped onto her knees. Hard, hot and throbbing his cock hung above her face. As he stroked hurried strokes and moaned short, sharp moans, Kris opened her mouth. He cried out a long, shuddered moan as his cock erupted. Hot cum splattered against her forehead, glazed her eye shut, filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin. After the final burst, Damian retreated back and Kris faced the camera. Laughing and smiling, she wiped the cum off her face and licked it off her fingers, playing with it. Whatever Damian had eaten that day had sweetened his load. Tart, like fruit, Kris delighted at every drop that danced upon her tongue. After swallowing it all, with one eye shut she blew a kiss to the camera.

"Thank you so much to Titus Wolfe for the collaboration. If you loved him as much as I did, check out his subscription page with the link on screen and in the description below. Thanks also to all you lovely members. I love you all so much! An especially big thanks to my top-tier subscribers. All ten thousand of you now, oh my god it doesn't even sound real to say. Expect a special something in your inboxes~." Kirs smiled at the camera and held it for a few seconds.

Damian hit a button on his laptop. "And we're done."

Kris sighed and lay back on the grass. Its damp, soft embrace cradled her bare back. "Fuck… you really fucking performed. You been practising?"

"It's more believable if you're actually moaning."

"I haven't been fucked like that in a while… We should hook up again, no cameras, just us. How long's it been since we did that?"

Damian shrugged. "Since my journey, I suppose."

"Damn, that long, huh?"

"If you had a pokémon, we could hook up more often, you know."

Kris grinned. "So that's a yes, then?"

Damian narrowed his eyes. "I think you only heard the back half of what I said."

"Well, I'm cashing in. Let's head back to my mine and have some fun."

A smile crept across Damian's face. A warm, patient smile. "Okay, let's do that."

"Great!"

"You didn't cum, I noticed. You want me to finish you off?"

"Please~"

Damian got between her legs. Wet warmth embraced her pussy. His tongue pressed flat against her clit and licked it in long, upwards strokes. Kris sighed and melted into the grass.

"Fuck~ You're even better at that, now..."

Damian gave but a nod in response, carrying on all the while. Closing her eyes, Kris let the pleasure carry her away. Her body moved and her mouth made sounds but she had no part in it. Pleasure took over, like a puppeteer, dancing her on strings until suddenly, the strings snapped and a surge of pleasure erupted up her spine. She gasped, cried out then moaned a long, dwindling moan as she drifted back to earth.

"Done?" Damian asked.

"For now." Kris sat up and drew lazy circles on his chest. "Let's get out of here."

"Don't you get tired?"

"Why don't you find out?"

As they shared a kiss, a screech filled the air. "Noctowl! Noctowl! Noctowl!"