The weight of shopping bags threatened to topple Hailee over as she fumbled with her key, the tell-tale crinkling a dead giveaway to her afternoon's adventures. Stepping inside, she braced herself for the inevitable questions about where she got the money for her recent splurge.
"Wow, Hailee, those are some serious shopping bags!" exclaimed her mother as she entered the kitchen.
Hailee plastered a smile on her face. "Just some new essentials, Mom," she chirped, trying to sound casual as she deposited the bags on the counter. The guilt gnawed at her - essentials? More like a complete wardrobe overhaul, fuelled by her cock-sucking prowess.
"That's wonderful, honey! Did Taylor make you do some extra chores again?" her mother Susan inquired, wiping her hands on a dishcloth. Hailee winced internally. There was no way she could tell her mother what she had really done for the money, not after the elaborate lie about the pool filter and the slimy gutters.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it, Mom," Hailee started, launching into a carefully constructed web of fiction. "He made me clean the grime off every single tile in the bathroom! You know how nasty those can get? And then, he insisted I tackle the attic - there were dust bunnies the size of adult squirrels up there and cobwebs thicker than yarn! It was a nightmare!"
Susan's eyebrows shot up and she folded her arms over her large motherly bosom. "The attic? Hailee, I haven't even touched that in years! Are you sure you're up for all that?"
Hailee wondered if she was taking it too far. Her mom looked sceptical, and she might have to actually start doing some cleaning to back up her tall tales. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to back down now. Her new outfits were so cute...she didn't regret anything.
"Absolutely! Anything to earn my own money, right?"
Despite the obvious scepticism in her mother's eyes, a flicker of pride soon appeared. "Well, honey, that's certainly impressive. I'm so proud of you for taking initiative!" Her mother wrapped her in a hug, the scent of cinnamon and laundry detergent a familiar comfort amidst the turmoil in Hailee's mind.
"Thanks, Mom," she mumbled, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. "I'm actually heading up to see Taylor now. He has some more... chores planned, apparently."
Susan's smile faltered slightly. "Hailee, are you sure you wouldn't rather just..."
But Hailee was already halfway up the stairs. As she reached her brother's door, a single thought echoed in her head: how much longer could she keep this going? She paused as she considered this question, her knuckles hovering over the smooth wood. It wasn't the same hesitation she'd felt the first time, filled with dread and disgust. This time, a strange mix of apprehension and...excitement simmered within her. She recalled the way Taylor's massive boner had felt in her hand, the power she felt bringing him to climax, and of course the salty taste of his dick when she took his load in her mouth.
Pushing these thoughts from her mind, she half turned away from the door, lingering, torn.
Was she really prepared to continue being her brother's personal whore?
It all started with the money, of course. The allure of new clothes, the thrill of online validation, it had been an irresistible siren call. But somewhere along the way, something had shifted. The initial shame of becoming her brother's servant, the resentment at his manipulative tactics, had started to fade. Don't get her wrong, the chores were still gross. Sucking her own brothers cock was so weird. It was so big, she couldn't even get the whole thing in her mouth and stroking him off and bending over for him that first time was pretty demeaning for an older sister. And yet, a perverse sense of satisfaction bloomed within her with each completed task.
Maybe it was the feeling of accomplishment, the knowledge that she'd earned money through her own - albeit unconventional - efforts. Maybe it was the way her mother's eyes lit up with pride, a genuine appreciation Hailee hadn't experienced in a long time. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the thrill of the secret, the knowledge that she was playing a perverse sexual game with her brother and the uncertainty about where it might lead.
Whatever the reason, Hailee had found herself looking forward to the next chore session. She had even thought about her brother while trying on lingerie at the mall. She had looked at herself in the mirror and imagined him drooling all over her beasts and thong-exposed ass. Standing at his door, all those feelings came flooding back to her, and it made her wet. The anticipation of what bizarre task Taylor would throw at her next, the quiet rebellion of turning his manipulation into her own personal gain - it was strangely exhilarating.
Hailee turned the handle and pushed open the door of her younger brother's bedroom. Taylor was sprawled out on his bed like a lizard basking in the sun, playing a video game. He paused and glanced up at his sister, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as he took in the sight of her curvy body trembling with nervous anticipation before him.
"Hey, Hails," he greeted, his voice laced with amusement. "Back for more punishment already?"
Hailee grinned, her eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint. "Actually, Taylor, I'm here to offer my services again. You name it, I'll do it."
Did she really just say that? Hailee couldn't believe what a slut she was becoming for her little brother. Maybe she had been thinking about his cock too much.
Taylor raised an eyebrow, scepticism replacing his amusement. "Anything, huh?"
Hailee's smile faltered for a second, the memory of her brother's enormous penis thrust halfway down her throat was still fresh in her mind. But she quickly recovered, her voice firm. "No, this time I mean it. Absolutely anything."
A slow grin spread across Taylor's face. "Hmm, tempting offer. But honestly, I'm kind of running low on money. I am pretty sure I can't afford some of things I have in mind."
Hailee's heart sank. Was he backing out? Was this all a ploy to get her to agree to even lower pay? Taylor was playing it very cool. Maybe she had been too forward, and he was actually a little nervous. After all, he was probably a virgin.
She quickly formulated a plan. "Listen," she began, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I know you're probably trying to lowball me with the 'running low on money' excuse. But here's what I propose: How about I do some quick, easy 'chores', no muss no fuss, and you give me a small, symbolic payment? Just enough to keep the shopping spree going, you know?"
Taylor's grin widened, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "A 'symbolic payment' you say? You're getting awfully good at this bargaining game, sis."
Hailee held his gaze, and thrust out her chest, a spark of defiance igniting within her. "Maybe I am. So, what do you say? Deal?"
Taylor pondered her offer for a moment while admiring her ample breasts, then a chuckle escaped his lips as he felt his penis stir. "Alright, Hails. You've got yourself a deal. But I want to see your ass again, naked this time."
Hailee's smile remained in place. The thought of exposing her naked butt to her brother sent tremors through her body. This strange game, this twisted power struggle between them, was spiralling out of control. But for now, she was content to play along.