Ch 1.
Emma had always been close to her older brother, Michael, but after their parents' divorce, they became each other's rock. They lived together in a small apartment, struggling to make ends meet. One evening, as they were watching TV on the couch, Michael turned to her and said, "Emma, I need to talk to you about something..." His tone was serious, and Emma's heart skipped a beat as she wondered what was wrong.
..."We're in a tough spot, financially," Michael continued, his eyes locked on hers. "And I've been thinking... maybe there's a way we can help each other out." Emma's brow furrowed, unsure where this was going. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Michael's gaze dropped, his cheeks flushing slightly, before he looked up at her again. "I think we could... you know, take care of each other's needs."
Emma's face went cold, her mind reeling with the implications. She couldn't believe what her brother was suggesting. "Michael, no," she protested, trying to keep her tone firm. "That's not something we can do. It's not right." But Michael's expression was determined, his jaw set in a stubborn line. "Listen, Emma, I know it's not ideal, but we need each other. We have to look out for ourselves now that Mom and Dad are gone."
His words struck a chord, resonating deep within her. Emma felt the desperation creeping in, the fear of being alone and adrift without a safety net. She looked at Michael, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, and her resolve began to crumble. "Maybe," she whispered, the word slipping out before she could catch it. Michael's face lit up with hope, and he reached out, taking her hand in his...
Michael's grip on her hand tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers as he leaned in closer. "We can do online streams, Emma," he whispered, his breath caressing her ear. "We can show people that we're willing to do whatever it takes to survive. They'll pay to see us, to watch us take care of each other." Emma's stomach twisted with anxiety, but a part of her was curious, tempted by the prospect of easy money. And as she looked into Michael's pleading eyes, she knew she couldn't deny him...
..."Okay," she murmured, her consent barely audible. Michael's face lit up with a mix of relief and determination. "I'll set everything up," he said, releasing her hand to pull out his phone. "We'll start tonight. We can make this work, Emma. I promise." As he began typing away, Emma felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. What had she just agreed to? And how far would they have to go to make this desperate plan work?
Their first stream was awkward, to say the least. Michael and Emma sat side by side on the couch, their sweaty palms clasped together as they stared into the camera lens. The lights were dimmed, and the air was thick with tension. "Just relax, Em," Michael whispered, trying to reassure her, but his own voice trembled. The first donation popped up - $10 for a peck on the cheek. Emma's heart skipped a beat as Michael leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin. The comment section erupted, demanding more. "$20 for a real kiss!" someone typed. Michael's gaze met Emma's, and they shared a nervous glance before he leaned in again. This time, their lips touched, soft and tentative. The donations started rolling in - $50, $20, $30 - each one accompanied by raunchy comments and demands for more tongue, more passion. Emma's face flushed as Michael's mouth moved against hers, their breathing synchronizing as they tried to create a convincing display of affection. The anxiety spiked with each new request, but the money was too tempting to resist...
As the night wore on, the requests escalated. "$100 for Emma to lift her shirt!" someone typed. Emma's eyes darted to Michael, panic rising in her chest. But he just nodded, his face set in a determined mask. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the hem of her shirt, before slowly lifting it up to reveal her bra. The donations poured in, and Michael wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. The comments grew more lewd, the viewers urging them to remove more clothing, to touch each other, to take it further. Emma's skin crawled with unease, but the money was adding up, and she knew they needed it. She glanced at Michael, searching for reassurance, but his expression was unreadable...
With a deep breath, Emma unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her arms. Michael's gaze locked onto her breasts, his pupils dilating as he leaned in to claim her nipple. His warm mouth enveloped her, sucking and teasing until Emma's shame intensified - her nipples were hard, betraying her body's response to this taboo act. As Michael's tongue danced across her skin, she couldn't help but moan, her fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer. The chat went wild, donations pouring in as the viewers egged them on. But then Michael's control snapped, his hand sliding up her thigh to rest on the crotch of her panties. Emma's eyes flashed open, panic setting in as she realized where this was headed. She pushed him away, scrambling to cover herself, and Michael quickly ended the stream, his face pale and guilty-looking...
Days turned into weeks, and the siblings barely spoke about the incident. They gave each other space, but the tension lingered. Yet, as the weeks turned into months, their financial struggles returned. Rent was overdue, and the pantry was almost bare. Michael approached Emma one day, his expression somber. "We need to stream again," he said, his voice laced with reluctance. Emma's gut twisted at the suggestion, but she knew it was inevitable. They couldn't afford to be proud anymore. She nodded, feeling a mix of resignation and dread. "When?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Michael sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Tonight. We can't put it off any longer." Emma closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come...
They set up the camera, the lights, and the nervous energy was palpable. Michael took Emma's hand, his palm clammy, as they faced the lens. The donations trickled in, slower than before, but they knew they had to push through. The comments urged them on, demanding more skin, more intimacy. Emma's heart raced as Michael undid the buttons of her blouse, his fingers grazing her skin. She closed her eyes, steeling herself for what came next. He slipped her pants down, revealing her lace panties, and the chat responded with a flurry of donations. But it wasn't enough - they needed more. Michael's hand slid beneath her underwear, his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy. The room fell silent, except for the sound of Emma's ragged breathing...
...as Michael's fingers explored her, dipping into her crevice, teasing her clit. Emma's legs trembled, her senses overwhelmed by the sensation. The donations picked up pace, but it was clear they needed to take it further. Michael's fingers circled her entrance, applying gentle pressure, and Emma's body betrayed her, responding to the touch. A $200 tip flashed on the screen, demanding they take it all the way. Michael's gaze met Emma's, his expression apologetic, before he slid a finger inside her. Emma gasped, her vision blurring, as another $100 tip appeared - "Make her cum!" Emma's eyes fluttered closed as Michael's fingers resumed their exploration, two digits slipping inside her this time. A $300 tip flashed on the screen, and Emma felt a rush of embarrassment, but her body was beyond caring. Michael's fingers moved slowly, teasingly, and Emma's pleasure built, her hips twitching in response. Just as she was about to climax, a wave of panic washed over her, and she shoved Michael away, scrambling to cover herself. The stream ended abruptly, leaving their audience in stunned silence...
Michael asks if everything is ok. "NOOO!" Emma shrieked, pushing Michael away, her face contorted in rage. "You're taking it too far, Michael! This is wrong! You're my brother!" Tears streamed down her face as she backed away, horrified. Michael's expression crumpled, and he reached out to her. "Emma, I'm sorry..." But she cut him off, her anger boiling over. "You're sorry? You're sorry?! You're making me...you're making me feel things I shouldn't feel! With my own brother!" The sobs tore from her throat as Michael rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her shaking form. They clung to each other, the tension and fear dissipating into despair. For once, they didn't pull away, instead finding comfort in each other's embrace. Michael stroked her hair, whispering reassurances that it wouldn't happen again, that they wouldn't have to do another stream like that. And for nearly six months, he kept that promise...
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They set up the camera, the lights, and Emma's nerves hummed with determination. "This time, I'm in control," she said, her voice firm. "I'll do the touching. You keep your hands off me, Michael." He nodded, a mix of relief and trepidation on his face. The stream began, and Emma tentatively reached out to Michael's chest, her fingers dancing across his skin. The tips trickled in, slow at first, but as Emma's confidence grew, so did the donations. Michael removed his boxers, his erection springing free, and Emma's cheeks flushed as she gently traced his length with her fingertips. The big tips started rolling in, and Emma's grip on Michael's cock firmed, her strokes growing bolder. She felt a strange sense of empowerment, despite the bashfulness that still lingered. Michael's face was a picture of pleasure, his eyes closed in bliss. Then, a message flashed on the screen - "$500 for a blowjob" - followed by another - "Add $500 if she swallows". Emma's heart skipped a beat as the room seemed to spin around her...
Michael's eyes snapped open, and he reached out to stop her, but Emma was resolute. "It's okay, Michael," she whispered, her voice trembling. "We've come this far..." Before he could protest further, Emma pushed him back, steeled herself, and took him into her mouth. The room erupted into chaos, the donations pouring in like never before. Michael's eyes widened in shock, but Emma was determined to see it through. She sucked and licked, her mind racing with the enormity of what she was doing. The $500 tip flashed on the screen, followed by another - "$1000 if she swallows"...
Time seemed to warp as Emma's mouth worked Michael's cock, her lips stretching around his girth. She sucked harder, her tongue darting out to tease the head, and Michael's groans filled the air. The donations poured in, a steady stream of cash flowing into their accounts. The $500 tip flashed on the screen, followed by another - "$1000 if she swallows" - and Emma steeled herself for the final hurdle. Minutes ticked by, the blow job lasting longer than expected, but Emma refused to back down. She sucked and slurped, her saliva coating Michael's shaft as she bobbed her head. Michael's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm, and Emma's cheeks hollowed as she deepened the suction. The room was silent, except for the sound of wet flesh and heavy breathing, as Emma milked every last drop from Michael's cock. Finally, with a strangled cry, Michael came, his semen flooding Emma's mouth...
...and Emma swallowed, her throat constricting around the warm fluid. She pulled back, gasping for air, as the room erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause. The donations continued to pour in, the numbers spinning wildly out of control. Emma's face was flushed, her lips puffy and swollen, as she gazed up at Michael. His expression was a mix of shock and gratitude, his chest heaving with exhaustion. The stream ended abruptly, the camera cutting off as the siblings collapsed onto the bed, spent and shattered...
As they lay there, panting and exhausted, Emma's words were laced with a quiet desperation. "Let's just forget this happened, Michael. Pretend it never did." Michael's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes shining with adoration, but he nodded silently. The unspoken understanding hung between them like a fragile thread.