Ch. 2
In the days that followed, Michael was attentive and caring, going out of his way to make Emma's life easier. He cooked her favorite meals, helped with chores, and listened to her with rapt attention. Emma was grateful, but a part of her squirmed under the intense scrutiny. It was as if Michael saw her in a different light now, and it made her uncomfortable. Still, she appreciated the effort, and the influx of cash from their previous stream meant they could live comfortably without worrying about rent or food. They decided to stream more often, but with boundaries firmly in place - no nudity, just kisses and flirting. The fans weren't thrilled, but the steady trickle of tips kept them afloat...
The demands piled up, fans begging for a repeat performance, but Emma and Michael held firm. Instead, they decided to address the elephant in the room during their next stream. They sat nervously, facing the camera, as Emma cleared her throat. "So, we know there's been a lot of speculation about our last stream..." Michael picked up where she left off, his voice measured. "Yeah, it was intense. I think we're still processing how it made us feel." Emma nodded, her eyes darting to Michael's before focusing on the camera. "For me, it was a weird mix of emotions. Guilt, shame, but also...excitement?" Michael's gaze locked onto hers, his expression serious. "For me, it changed everything. I realized I see Emma in a different light now. Not just as my sister, but as..." He paused, his words hanging precariously in the air. "...the woman I love." Emma's face froze, her heart skipping a beat as the fans erupted into chaos. She forced a smile, trying to brush it off, but the tension between them was palpable. "Well, that's...interesting, Michael." She laughed awkwardly, attempting to steer the conversation back on track, but the damage was done. The fans noticed, and Emma's discomfort was written all over her face...
The questions flew fast and furious, but one stood out among the rest. "Hey, Emma, will you tell us what it was like blowing your bro? Did he taste good? How did it feel swallowing his cum?" The accompanying tip was substantial, and Emma hesitated for a moment before nodding. She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing as she began to recount the experience. "Okay, well...it was kind of surreal, I guess. I mean, it's my brother, but at the same time..." She trailed off, collecting her thoughts. "He tasted salty, a bit bitter. It was a lot to take in at first, but once I got into it..." Emma's gaze drifted to Michael, noticing the prominent bulge in his shorts. Her pulse quickened as she continued, trying to maintain a detached tone. "Swallowing was weird. It was warm and thick, and it felt kind of...intimate." The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the computer and Michael's ragged breathing. Emma's heart raced as she met Michael's gaze, the tension between them crackling like electricity...
The screen lit up with a flurry of notifications, the fans clamoring for more. And then, it appeared - a tip for Emma and Michael to share a kiss. Emma's heart skipped a beat as she turned to Michael, her lips brushing against his in a soft, chaste press. The reaction was immediate - more kiss tips poured in, the donations rolling in faster than ever before. But then, one message caught her eye - "Grab him through his boxers. Give the poor boy some relief." Emma's gaze flicked to Michael's crotch, her own arousal spiking at the sight of his straining erection. Suddenly, her reservations melted away, replaced by a fierce desire to touch him. "You know what?" she said, her voice low and husky. "I think we can do that." With a boldness she never knew she possessed, Emma reached out and cupped Michael through his shorts, her fingers wrapping around his hard length...
Michael let out a soft sigh of pleasure as Emma's hand closed around him, his body relaxing into the touch. He lay back against the pillows, his eyes fluttering shut as he gave himself over to the sensation. Emma's grip was tentative at first, but as she watched Michael's face contort in bliss, her strokes grew bolder. The room was silent, the only sound Michael's gentle moans and the soft rustle of fabric. And then, another message flashed on the screen - "Take it out and keep stroking! $1000 tip!" Emma's anxiety spiked, her heart racing at the thought of exposing Michael fully. But as she glanced at her brother's serene face, she couldn't deny him this moment of pleasure. With a deep breath, she slowly slid his zipper down, freeing his erect cock from its confinement...
Emma's hand wrapped around Michael's length, her strokes slow and deliberate. She watched, mesmerized, as his face twisted in ecstasy, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Time seemed to warp, the only sound in the room the soft slap of her hand against his skin. Michael was lost in the sensation, his eyes closed, his body relaxed. Emma was torn between her own growing arousal and the thrill of watching her brother succumb to pleasure. And then, another alert flashed on the screen - "Remove your panties and play with yourself while stroking your brother! $1500 tip!" Emma's heart skipped a beat as she read the message, her gaze darting to Michael's oblivious form. She hesitated for a moment, weighing the risk, before deciding to take the plunge. With a quiet rustle, she slipped her panties off beneath her skirt, her fingers drifting to her own slick folds as she continued to stroke Michael's cock...
Emma's fingers danced across her clit, teasing out waves of pleasure as she continued to stroke Michael's cock. Her brother's breathing grew heavier, his hips twitching involuntarily as she worked him closer to the edge. But Emma was determined to hold out, her own orgasm tantalizingly close. She pinched her nipple, her thighs trembling as she bit back a moan. Michael's cock pulsed in her hand, the head darkening to a deep purple as he strained towards release. Emma's own pussy throbbed in response, her fingers slipping deeper into her wetness as she rubbed circles around her clit. The room was heavy with tension, the air thick with anticipation. They were both on the brink, teetering on the edge of oblivion, when Emma stopped. Her gaze snapped to the screen, her heart stuttering as she read the latest alert - "Fuck your brother, $10,000." The amount was staggering, the request impossible to ignore. Emma's pulse thundered in her ears as she looked at Michael, her mind reeling with the implications...
Emma's fingers hovered above Michael's cock, her hand trembling as she debated the unthinkable. The sum was astronomical, the request scandalous, but a part of her was tempted. Very tempted. She gazed at Michael, her brother's face slack with pleasure, his body primed and ready. Emma's pussy clenched at the thought of taking him inside her, of feeling his cock stretch her walls and fill her to the brim. Her nipples hardened, her breasts aching as she imagined the taboo thrill of fucking her sibling. Slowly, deliberately, Emma raised her skirt, revealing her bare pussy to the camera. She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the curve of her mouth as she positioned herself above Michael's cock. The head nudged her entrance, and Emma felt a jolt of electricity run through her veins. With a quiet whimper, she sank down, impaling herself on Michael's rigid shaft. Her brother's eyes flew open, his pupils blown wide as he realized what was happening...
Michael's gaze locked onto hers, a mixture of shock and lust swirling in their depths. Emma's heart pounded in her chest as she seated herself fully, his cock stretching her to the limit. The sensation was overwhelming, a riot of pleasure and guilt and excitement coursing through her veins. She rocked back and forth, her hips undulating as she worked Michael's cock deeper into her pussy. The camera captured every detail, the audio picking up the wet slap of their bodies colliding, the soft gasps and whimpers that escaped their lips. Emma's orgasm built, a pressure cooker of need and want that threatened to blow at any moment. Michael's hands grasped her hips, his fingers digging deep as he urged her on, his own release imminent. The room was a blur, the only sound their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the computer...
Emma's pussy convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado. She screamed, the sound muffled by her own hand as she clamped down on Michael's cock. Her brother's body arched, his face contorted in ecstasy as he pumped his load deep into her womb. The camera captured every detail, the footage a graphic testament to their taboo union. Rope after rope of creamy semen spilled into Emma, filling her to the brim as Michael emptied himself into her receptive body. Emma's vision blurred, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. She felt Michael's cock pulse and jerk, his ejaculation seemingly endless as he coated her inner walls with his seed. The creampie was immense, a sticky deluge that threatened to overflow from her stuffed pussy. Emma's body shook, her legs trembling as she collapsed forward, her forehead resting against Michael's chest...
The aftermath was awkward, to say the least. Emma and Michael lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, as the reality of what they'd done sunk in. The camera still rolled, capturing their stunned expressions, but neither of them cared. They were lost in their own little world, grappling with the emotions that swirled between them. Eventually, they extricated themselves from the mess, cleaning up in silence as they tried to process the enormity of their actions. It wasn't until they sat down, side by side, on the couch that they finally spoke. "What does this mean?" Emma asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Michael shrugged, his eyes haunted. "I don't know. But I do know I've never felt closer to you." Emma nodded, her heart skipping a beat. She felt it too - this newfound connection that went beyond sibling affection. They didn't know what the future held, or how they'd navigate these uncharted waters, but for now, they were content to sit in silence, surrounded by the echoes of their forbidden pleasure.