"Come on, Brad," Sylvia begged with her big, green eyes peering past any defenses he may have had up. She saw her brother breaking, his frontlines broken through. Once again, the little-sister-in-need ploy was working. However, while Brad was very susceptible to giving in to Sylvia's pleas, he'd been getting a little tired of just how little she did around the apartment since she told their mom and dad she wanted to go live with him a few hours away in the city. While she was just barely 18, she had a working set of arms and legs that were not being put to any use. He paid all the bills, did all the cleaning and cooking. It was about time she started being useful.
"I'm not buying you another ring light for you to do your content creation or whatever it is, Sylv. I bought you one for Christmas and you managed to break it. Money doesn't grow on trees." Brad was resolute, but Sylvia was clever. But more than that, she was very open to the means that justified her desired end.
"What would it take, Brad? C'mon. I'll do anything!" Brad rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the magazine he was reading without saying another word. He gave it a few moments, knowing she'd break the silence before he did. "I'll clean the apartment from top to bottom. How about that," she said. She began to walk around the living room and pick things up, putting them in more appropriate places than they were previously. Sylvia looked back to Brad every few minutes, getting more and more impatient. Getting flustered, she began working more closely to Brad, tidying up around the couch when she spotted the tip of something glossy poking out from a very well hidden pouch on the side of the couch he was sitting on. She'd never noticed and thought it was a manual of some sort. She reached to pull it out, but Brad's hand moved like greased lightning, grabbing her delicate wrist.
"Hey, don't go in there," Brad said, rather authoritatively. Sylvia was immediately intrigued, but played complacent and shook her head, acting as if she were going to let go. His grip loosened just enough so Sylvia was able to quickly pull out the gem her brother had tucked away. Brad's face immediately grew bright red as she held up a relatively new looking porno mag which simply read
Filth.
The cover depicted a drawn image of a very sultry, young woman with perfectly round , milky breasts on her knees who was seemingly being fucked by a robotic canine. Her head was adorned with a pink kitty ears headband and her tongue was lolled out. The caption beneath the image read "How will AI and future technology affect porn? Read on and find out!"
Sylvia grinned from ear to ear, partially shocked at the graphic image, but mostly amused. She'd never witnessed any sensual or intimate side of her brother, and she figured his taboo liking was probably why. "Ohmygod, you like little gamer girls getting fucked by robotic dogs, do you? Uwu," She said, giggling. Sylvia curled her fingers in her hand, tilted her head to the side, lolled her tongue out and crossed her eyes.
"Goddamnit, Sylvia," Brad shouted, grabbing the dirty magazine from her. He put it behind him and turned his head, now feeling just how warm his face was. "What did I tell you about going through my shit?"
"I don't go into your bedroom! This was in some grimy pouch in the living room-that's completely different. It's not my fault you didn't hide your smut better. Wait, does this mean you've jacked it on the couch before," she said in more of an accusatory voice than a questioning one.
"Bro, just-just go to your room! I don't wanna talk about this, man," Brad said. Sylvia broke out into laughter as she retreated to her bedroom. He was going to be a sourpuss about this and it was better not to antagonize him anymore if she wanted that ring light. She shut the door but as it closed her eyes immediately fell upon the pink kitty ears headband resting on the stand she had 3D printed for it. It was cliche and overused, but she used it whenever she streamed. Just then, Sylvia got a terrible, terrible idea that was either going to be very rewarding, or horribly awkward and end in her probably moving out and never speaking to Brad again.
She'd never stop to think about it before, but Brad was kinda cute. He had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and was 6'6. He didn't really work out, but he was pretty bulky. In comparison, she was only 4'11 and weighed 98 pounds. She'd only ever had one boyfriend before, and he was only slightly larger than herself. If she put aside the fact he was her brother, she thought that he had every chance of being able to fuck the ever loving shit out of her. She thought about her small but well rounded ass jiggling with every thrust from his cock which started to make her wet. Her own arousal now affirming her idea, she began to shed her clothes and go through her dresser to assemble the cutest, sluttiest outfit imaginable. Her naked reflection in the mirror before her, she started playing with her thick, 34D tits which always caught people off guard given how small she was. Her small nippled got hard and she began to pinch them, working up enough sexual intoxication to go through with her plan. "Fuck," she moaned. After a few minutes of gently playing with herself, she threw on a small, black halter top which existed to not so modestly cover her breasts while she was on camera. It showed plenty of cleavage and completely left her well toned tummy on display. She picked out a pair of black booty shorts which left the bottom portion of her ass exposed. She quickly put her hair in a cute braid that almost reached her ass and finished the look off by crowning herself with her headband. She left her bedroom and quietly tiptoed down the hallway, peering out to locate Brad. She saw him still on the couch looking as if he were too deep in his thoughts to notice much of anything. She returned to the living room and as if nothing had happened, resumed her cleaning. After a few moments, Brad snapped back to reality, his eyes wide as saucers.
"Sylvia, what the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm trying to make up for my oopsie, uwu. Can you ever find it in your big, brotherly heart to forgive me," she said in her high-pitched streaming voice, raising her left leg and curling her fingers on her right hand. She gave Brad a coy smile and looked him deep in his eyes. Their gazes met and the room was filled with an electric, uncertain tenseness.
"This isn't funny, Sylvia. Look, I like smut. I don't talk shit about how you dress for donations from your subscribers or whatever," he said, his voice teeming with agitation that was mixed with a trace of something else. Something that made Sylvia a little more comfortable.
"I'm not judging you, Brad. I'm still trying to get that ring light I want. I just figured that maybe this'd be more pleasing to you, no?"
Brad stretched out on the couch, looking as if he were trying to find a comfortable position. "Knock it off. You're my sister. You shouldn't be dressing like that for me."