"Brett, they don't like my videos," Sonya cried to her brother, pushing her long red hair out of her face. "They love my singing, want to see my shows, but hate my videos." Sonya may have been young, but she was a professional singer since she'd been on Got Talent at seven.
"Yes, sis. I've read the comments," Brett said, looking up at his ten-year-old sister. The twelve-year-old had been jealous, once, of his sister's popularity, back when she'd won that contest. Then he'd seen what one bad review did to his sister, and his big brother protective instincts had kicked in. "I didn't think you were reading them any more." He'd tried to be her filter since then.
"There were a couple really good ones right at top about my voice when I looked at the hit count, and I couldn't stop looking for more," Sonya said.
Brett nodded. His sister had always been a whore for compliments. "Well, I know what their main complaint is. When you do a concert, you've been told to move your gaze around to take in the whole audience, and you do that well. When you do a video, your audience is one, and you treat it like there are more there. Focus on the camera."
"I just can't do that Brett," Sonya said. "I've tried!"
"I can fix that," Brett said. "We'll record the next one with your phone using this special app to hold your attention. Let me show you it." He pulled out his phone and brought up the app.
Sonya looked directly at Brett's iPhone and began to sing, "Rule Brett-tan-ah, Brett-tan-ah rule the waves..."
Brett moved his iPhone around his sister, and her gaze stayed locked on his iPhone as he recorded her. She even turned as he started to go around her.
As Sonya sang, she pushed off her shoes, leaving her feet bare. They were uncomfortable and she didn't need to wear them anymore. As she sung, she forgot how to tie things. She even forgot how to slide her shoes on. By the time she finished, there was no way she could put her own shoes on again, and she didn't want to wear them anyway.
It had been a week since Brett had introduced his sister to the new iPhone recording app. He hadn't uploaded Rule Britannia, that was his own personal song. Instead he'd used the app as part of a set up to record a cover of Chandelier. It had earned a hundred thousand hits in that week, and the reviews had been much better than the previous ones.
Brett expected that the video he planned to have Sonya do today would do even better. Especially since for the first time his changes would be visible as they happened in the video. Right now his little sister couldn't put on her shoes. He'd seen her try. Thanks to what Brett had put in that app, she couldn't fit her foot into a pair of shoes without help. She couldn't tie them once they were on either.
His sister was in her favorite pair of jeans, and wore a long red t-shirt. There was a pair of white cotton panties under the jeans, but she wore no bra. Sonya had several times tried to convince her mother to get her a training bra, at least, but their mother had told her she didn't need one. Brett looked forward to discovering how close his mother was to being wrong about that, but it wouldn't be today.
"What am I going to sing today, Brett," Sonya asked.
"No Pants Policy," Brett replied. "We'll see if an entirely different genre gets as many hits, that way."
Brett gave his sister ten minutes to go over the lyrics and the melody, what there was of it. While she did that, he made sure his own outfit was ready. He tucked his white t-shirt into his red with white heart boxers, before pulling up and buttoning his jeans up. If this was going to work, he would end up a bit more exposed than his sister would. He set up the camera with his sister's iPhone attached.
Once she was ready, Sonya nodded, and Brett started to record. "Hey, everyone, my brother has decided that I should do something different. It's called 'No Pants Policy' and he's going to dance with me while I sing it. I hope you like it."
Then the music started, and they began to dance while Sonya began to sing. It didn't take long for her to drop her own pants, but Brett carefully swatted his sister away several times when she attempted to remove his. Eventually, though, he let her, and by the time the song ended, both their jeans were on the floor.
Brett cut the video to end with Sonya giggling, as she started to push down Brett's boxers. She actually dropped them all the way before he turned off the app.
"No Pants Policy" got his sister over three hundred thousand hits in less than a week. Sonya enjoyed seeing the climbing hit count. The reviews were not bad either. Brett, however, was enjoying something else the week. Sonya hadn't been able to put her pants back on. Every time she tried, she'd simply drop the pants.
So, Brett had watched his sister going around the house and town in just her t-shirt and panties. With no shoes, there were several places that wouldn't service her. There would be more after today. A couple times in the last couple weeks Sonya had asked Brett to put on her shoes for her, just like she had done when she was three. She hadn't asked him to put her pants on her. Their lack didn't seem to be a problem.
After today's video, Brett was sure that Sonya was going to have some real trouble getting service in town.
Brett had given her the lyrics to "I'm too Sexy," but not the real ones. He'd altered them just a little now that he knew that the app worked. Sonya hadn't liked the fact that it was virtually a monotone melody, so she'd decided that she was going to sing it to some tune she had heard in church.
The music Sonya had chosen started to play and after a few beats, she began to sing.
"I'm too sexy for my life too sexy for my life
Love's going to change me"
Brett had prepared his sister's clothes for the song, making them ready to rip off.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan"
Brett reached in from off camera and ripped his sister's shirt off, revealing her naked chest with her small pert breasts. As her shirt was ripped off her body, her thumbs found their way under her panties. Brett barely noticed, as he focused on his sister's breasts.
"And I'm too sexy for my panties
Too sexy for my panties
No way I'm wearing panties"
Just as they're been prepared, the seams on the sides of his sister's panties gave way to the pressure of her thumbs. They dropped away, revealing her naked pussy to Brett's and the cameras' view. The second camera that Brett had set up was locked right on Sonya's pussy at the moment, giving Brett footage that he'd enjoy for ages.
"I'm a singer you know what I mean
And I sing my little song on the big stage
Yeah on the big stage on the big stage yeah
I sing my little song on the big stage"
Sonya danced in front of the camera as she sang now, her hands caressing her naked body, beginning to excite herself. Then she bent down briefly to pick up some props, a medicine bottle, and some used condoms.
"I'm too sexy for my pill too sexy for my pill
Too fertile by far
And I'm too sexy for condoms
Too sexy for condoms what do you think about that"
Sonya tossed the props off. The medicine bottle had never actually held the pill. Sonya had never and would never take them now. The condoms, Brett had stroked himself off wearing them this week. He wouldn't use them with Sonya now.
"I'm a singer you know what I mean
And I sing my little song on the big stage
Yeah on the big stage on the big stage yeah
I shake my little tush on the big stage"
Sonya twisted around to shake her naked behind at the camera. Brett got some great extra close ups of her, showing her pussy from low and behind.
"I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my"
Her hand reached down and touched her pussy.
"'Cos I'm a singer you know what I mean
And I sing my little song on the big stage
Yeah on the big stage on the big stage yeah
I shake my little tush on the big stage"
Her middle finger was now going in and out of her now wet pussy's lips, as she sang. Brett laid down on a coffee table in front of his sister, with his hard cock standing up from his naked body. His sister climbed up on the table, straddling his hips.
"I'm too sexy for your cock too sexy for your cock"
Sonya impaled herself on Brett's cock in three strokes, timed to the music.
"Poor pussy poor pussy cock"
Brett felt his sister's pussy around his cock, and looked up to see a brief look of pain cross his sister's face as she sang, but it was soon over as she moved up and down on his cock.
"I'm too sexy for your seed too sexy for your seed
Seed's going to fill me"
It didn't take long for Brett to come in his sister, but it did take longer than the remaining time left in the song.
"And I'm too sexy for this song"
Brett didn't stop filming at that. He kept filming until after he sent his seed up into his sister's womb. Then, when she pulled off his shrinking cock, he filmed his seed leaking from her no longer virgin pussy. Then, as she slept on a nearby couch, he edited the ending.
Now, as she said that she was too sexy for his seed, it showed him coming in her, and the pulling off to show that his seed had gone inside her. Finally, as it ended, on that very last line, a close up of his seed leaking out of her was superimposed over her singing the line. Then he tagged it like the app's manual had said to, so it wouldn't be deleted, and uploaded it.
It had been a week since Brett had taken his sister's virginity, and uploaded it as "I'm Too Sexy - Sonya Bolt Cover" The video had 1.7 million hits, already. That didn't surprise Brett at all. His naked sister was sexy, even though she wasn't fully developed. He loved feeling her breasts. They barely filled his hands as he took her from behind. She loved when he took her that way.
Thanks to the app, Sonya wasn't ever going to object to being his naked sex slave, as long as he regularly re-enforced it. She couldn't stand the idea of getting dressed, at the moment, which might cause a few problems when she had a concert scheduled in a couple weeks. Much as he liked his little sister naked and leaking his seed, he couldn't take her out in public that way. So this week he'd modified the commands behind the app a bit. She wouldn't be able to get dressed herself, and would prefer being naked, backing out the hate-clothes command he'd put in last week's app programming of his sister.
Brett took another look at the comments on last week's video. They'd liked her stripping and losing her virginity. No one had even commented on who they thought might be the boy whose cock she'd taken it with, save to wish it was them. Some of the young girl fans that were regulars in commenting wanted to be Sonya. One of them he knew was Sonya's best friend who lived alone with her mother. Brett intended to work on Sultana soon. Sonya had always wanted to do a duet with her best friend, but Sultana had been too shy. Brett planned to fix that, but first he had to keep up his sister's video releases.
He cued up "When We Were Young," as his sister stood in front of the microphone, waiting for the song. She was still naked, her body stained with sweat and his seed from their last time. He felt that it was appropriate, with the reflective nature of the song.
His sister sung it, looking directly at the camera. He knew that would watch this one over and over again, as she smiled, showing her dimples between lines. She put so much into her singing that he couldn't look away from his sister. He nearly missed ending the recording when she finished.
"Was that good?" Sonya asked, jumping into his lap.
"Yes it was," Brett said. "Now, go take a shower. Then I'm going to get you dressed and take you out to the movie you wanted to see."
Sonya kissed him, before jumping out and rushing to the bath room. Brett smiled. He loved his little sister.
Sonya's period was late, and Brett knew exactly why. He'd managed to have her take the test without realizing what it was. He wondered if he should update the description for "I'm Too Sexy - Sonya Bolt Cover," which now had 3.9 million hits, to include that in addition to her losing her clothes and virginity, she joined the puddling club. He decided not to for now.
Sonya wasn't the only girl he had anymore. He'd managed to convince Sultana's mother to let her move in with his family. He'd spent the last week, in between taking his sister, working Sultana down from her nearly full body modesty covering outfits of her faith to the black bikini that she wore now. By next week she'd be as naked as his sister, ready to sing and join the puddling club. The app variant he'd installed on Sultana's phone was almost as good as the one on he shot the videos with. He could certainly make her use it more.
Now, though, it was time for his sister to sing again. "When We Were Young" hadn't done quite so well as "I'm Too Sexy," but 400 K in a week wasn't bad. Of course, Brett figured that there might be a bit of a delay as his sister had invited two more of her friends. Stephanie and Stacey were busy giggling with his naked sister. The more reserved Sultana wasn't giggling, yet, but she was smiling.
"Oh no, you'll never get me on camera," Sultana said. "Especially not in this bikini. It would be so embarrassing for anyone to see."
"Sonya's been naked in her videos," Stephanie said. "Surely you can wear more and be on screen." Stephanie was a beautiful blonde, just a bit younger than Brett's sister, but he thought she might be more developed, judging from what he could tell through the t-shirt and jeans she wore.
"Yeah, 'tana," Stacey said. "We'll all sing back up to Sonya, with you. We'll put on those button down night shirts from last night, and leave us all in bikinis when we get to the Let it Go line." Stacey was a blonde, and exactly a year younger than his sister. Brett was sure that she was still flat chested, but that wasn't going to stop him.
"You don't need the bikini top, Stace," Sonya said. "Come on, Sultana. Be part of my bikini backups."
"Okay, but Stacey can't wear her one piece," Sultana said. "Brett, I hope you're ready for this."
Brett was ready for it. He'd even set up and tested the fan. It was quiet enough that it couldn't be heard over the back up music, and strong enough to keep his sister's and her friends' long hair blowing free. He quickly tested to see if it would work for the night gowns, before his sister's friends came back to the great room where he'd set up everything. You could see the almost a blizzard going on outside as he cued up the music.
After a couple quick tests of the new microphones, they started to sing. He was the first to enjoy seeing his sister and her friends let the night gowns go, flying away from their bodies. It left his sister naked, and her friends only in the bikinis. Then when they got to the lines where Elsa built her ice castle, they picked her up, and spun his naked sister around. And some how at the last let go, still with Sonya on their shoulders, all three of her friends lost the bottoms of their bikinis. He couldn't have planned it better.
Brett was glad that his stationary cameras had caught that. He thought could edit it into to the best video yet ... okay he wouldn't be able to pass "I'm Too Sexy" but you could only take your sister for the first time once. With his sister and her friends giggling behind him, Brett set to editing everything together.
Between edits, he looked back. None of his sister's friends had put back on any clothes, allowing him to see their naked pussies. He decided then and there that his sister's friends would be losing their virginities to him soon, and they'd all be having his babies. He snuck in a single frame of his sister's positive pregnancy test, then ran it by the girls. Adding the proper description and credits, he uploaded it.
This week Brett didn't intend to create a new video. His sister with her back up bikini singers had a concert date. They all wore clothes to the concert hall, but when his sister walked on to stage she wore nothing at all. Sultana, Stephanie, and Stacey followed her in matching white satin bikinis that barely covered anything. Sonya was freshly showered, with her hair blown dry so its long tresses flowed down to the middle of her back, showing no signs of what Brett had done to her. Her friends might have needed the bikinis, though. Brett had spent most of the afternoon making sure that each of the girls had his seed in her womb, since his sister's interviews made her unavailable.
Apparently the now 8.2 million hits on "I'm Too Sexy" had brought her singing to the attention of the world again. The concert hall was sold out, and it was being recorded for later play on television.
Sonya has been really fortunate with her friends. After they had recorded "Let it Go," Brett had found out that both Stephanie and Stacey were crack violinists, and he'd already known that Sultana played the cello. Sonya had a new group to play the music for her, her friends. Brett liked that a lot better than the men that had backed her up before. Her channel now boasted two dozen more songs, recorded as jam sessions. Tonight would be the first time it all came together in public.
Brett watched from back stage as his sister sang and her friends played. Her songs were filled with emotion and power. He couldn't stop from crying as she sung "I Will Always Love You." It was working. Then Sonya stepped back and allowed something that wasn't on the program.
"You may have noticed that I got a few of my friends to play back up for me," Sonya said. "I'm afraid you're about to pay the price. For the next four minutes, I cede my stage to my dueling violinists." And then his sister stepped back, and for the next four minutes Stephanie and Stacey took the stage, and played their hearts out.
Brett had heard them play the duel before, but never had it been so well done. Never had he seen them do it on stage, but he had made sure that none of them would have stage fright. It had apparently given them great courage, and now they were playing their best. Not a note was missed, and he stood at the edge of the stage, waiting for them to come back so he could be the first to tell them how good they were. His girls, his mates, his enthralled, were something special, and they were his.
When they were done, a loud round of applause greeted them before Sonya stepped forward to speak again. "Okay, apparently that wasn't a price to pay. You may have noticed that I've got one friend playing back up who seems to be sinking into the back ground. My cellist tells me if I so much as move her one inch forward for a solo, or mention her name, and she will get revenge. She is the Cellist-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Except in your programs, and the captions on all the pictures that everyone is taking."
Then Sonya launched into "Do you want to build a snowman?" sung directly to Sultana. There was much laughter and giggling as the now spotlighted cellist attempted to ignore every attempt of her naked best friend to get her to respond, even turning to face the rear of the stage at one point.
"Okay, no snowmen," Sonya said at the end. "I guess I'll just have to get Brett to take care of you. Time to go back to the program I guess."
Then Sonya returned to the songs she was supposed to be singing. Brett was sure that her digression from the program would end up in the televised portion. He would have to watch it when it aired, and he was definitely going to have Stephanie and Stacy give him a command performance of their duel when they got home, right before he filled them with his seed again.
Six months had passed since the day that Brett put his sister in the puddling club with their first time. In six hours Sonya and her Strings would be waddling naked on to stage, showing the world again that he controlled every bit of them. They were naked for him. They were aroused for him. They were fertile for him. They were pregnant for him. They were playing for him. They were singing for him.
Stacey sang out in wordless pleasure as Brett finished her wake up call by putting another load of his seed inside her. She was five weeks behind his sister, the least furthest along, and Brett loved to make her sing. He loved to make them all sing.
It was all thanks to the app. It could make anything happen. It was the best 1.99 he'd ever spent.
"No, Sonya, I'm not singing the duet," he heard Sultana yell back at his sister.
