I paid my virgin sister to fuck and impregnate her

Sydney is desperate for money, and only her older brother, Adam, can help her. He agrees to give her the money, but he sets a price. Adam forces her to shed a piece of clothing for every banknote, and for the final payment, he demands the most precious thing she has: her virginity. However, Adam doesn't plan to stop at just sex. He has paid for the full service and plans to impregnate her.

Tags - Incest (Brother/Sister), Financial Domination, Breeding / Impregnation, Defloration, Forced Nudity, Creampie, Nipple Play, Dirty Talk, Vaginal sex

Words - 8279

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Adam sat hunched in his gaming chair, eyes glued to the monitor where his digital soldier was mowing down a wave of enemies. Friday, five in the afternoon. Outside, it was slowly starting to get dark, the autumn rain drumming on the windowpane. For Adam, this was the highlight of the day. His job at the warehouse was behind him, his parents weren't home yet, and he had the whole house and a fast internet connection to himself. The sound of gunshots and explosions from his headphones almost drowned out the real world. Almost.

The peace was interrupted by the slamming of the front door. He knew that sound. Sydney. She always slammed the door, whether she was happy, sad, or angry. He took one headphone off his ear and listened. Her voice came from the hallway – muffled, but urgent. She was on the phone.

"No, you can't do that!" her voice broke. "You said that... you promised me!" A pause followed, then another burst of words, this time quieter, more desperate. It sounded like trouble. Big trouble.

Adam sighed and briefly considered getting up. Going to her and asking what was wrong, as a good older brother might have done. But she won't tell me anyway. She'll just fly off the handle at me for meddling in her business. He put the headphone back on and turned up the volume. The explosions in the game drowned out her sobs from the hallway. It wasn't his problem. She had her perfect student life, her friends, her dramas. He had his world here, in the glow of the monitor, and it was much simpler.

Suddenly, there was a quiet, hesitant knock on the door. Adam ignored it. He pressed G and threw a virtual grenade, as if to scare away the intruder behind the door. Just go away. Leave me alone.

But the second knock was louder, more urgent. And right after it, the door opened with a quiet creak. Adam sighed in frustration but didn't tear his eyes from the screen. "What do you want, Sydney?" he asked, his voice irritated. He didn't even have to look to know it was her.

She came in and closed the door behind her. Adam risked a quick glance in her direction. She was standing there, just looking at him. Her face was swollen from crying, her eyes red. She was clutching her phone in her hand.

"Adam, hey," she finally said, and her voice was a broken, barely audible whisper. "I need help."

Adam tore his gaze from the screen for a few seconds and looked at her fully. Her desperate expression, red eyes, the way she nervously fiddled with the hem of her sweatshirt – it was all a familiar sight. He had seen it before. And it always meant the same thing.

His character in the game took a bullet, and he swore. He turned back to the monitor and hid behind a virtual wall. "What happened?" he asked, his tone annoyed, impatient. "Need money again?"

Sydney flinched as if he had slapped her. "No! Why do you always think it's about money?" she defended herself, but her voice sounded weak and unconvincing. "I just need... a favor."