Descent in Depravity Pt. 1 (brother/sister slow burn romantic incest 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨)

When my younger sister, Sarah, moved in the early summer of 2020, I thought it would be a death knell to my sex life. She had just graduated college (barely) and begged our dad to essentially force me into letting her take the spare room i had in my apartment that my former roommate had vacated after marrying his longtime girlfriend. While the rent my parents paid on her behalf was nice to have, money was far from an issue for me and I felt i would have extreme difficulties explaining to my sister that i had a revolving cast of gorgeous girlfriends who were only available after nine at night, never ate dinner with me, and wore six inch heels. While I didn’t have trouble picking up girls, my deep seeded kinks were too extreme for casual hookups, and my workload was demanding and I didn’t have time for the demands of functioning relationships, friendships or sexual. The pandemic had made things worse as many of my friends had returned to their hometowns for the time being. Escorts had been my sole source of companionship and my preferred sexual outlet for months, and while I knew Sarah’s arrival might fill the companionship need, shifting from three girls a week who were sex pros to using my hand and VR videos sounded like a raw deal.

Sister offers a carrot for her brother’s stick

“R u up?”

“Yes, but it’s a little too early for a booty call” I jokingly replied.

“LOL, yeah but you’re always in your room and I can’t tell if you’re up”

“I need your help with one of my videos“

“Why not use mom like usual?”

“Because mom and dad aren’t here this weekend, duh”

“Give me a rundown of what you want and I’ll give you an estimate.”

“What I want is a big brother who does whatever his little sister asks without asking questions…”

“But I’ll settle for a big brother who helps me with picking my outfits and running the camera in exchange for my everlasting gratitude”

“Wow gee what a reward”

“Just pretend I’m India Reynolds, I always get comparisons to her in my comments section and I know you watch her instagram account like a hawk, you big perv ;)”

She had me trapped. India was a British supermodel that was a fill-in whenever I needed pics and videos that were more risqué than my sister produced. Stacy loved to tease anyone she could, and my rapidly swelling cock reminded me I enjoyed being teased. That said I needed to lie a little for decency’s sake.

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