Ok, now I'm curious. I can understand Ember getting food delivered here and there. She's still got friends that give her money because they know that no one in the area is hiring a freshman. Wish I had friends like that, by the by. But LED lights? New shoes? Her own internet service? How the hell is she able to afford those? Her friends sure aren't paying for them. Even if they could, I doubt they'd entertain the thought of paying for something that doesn't have anything to do with survival.
And now she's got the money to dye her hair purple? I mean, she's still cute. Even more cute with it, not gonna lie. But where's she getting the money for this? She never goes anywhere, she's too pure and shy to pursue commissioned artistry, and she'd suck at robbing someone. So what the hell?
But I guess since she found some way to be somewhat independent, it shouldn't be that much of a burden on my mind. I mean, that just means more money in my wallet and more preparation for her when she's able to leave on her own. So I guess I should save the space in my limited brain for the important questions. Like what should I eat?
I head down to the kitchen, weighing my options. Could have something light like a smoothie or yogurt. Leftover lo mein? Maybe make a burger? Nah, too lazy. Hm. Decisions, decisions.
While I'm searching the pantry for my means of nourishment, I hear Ember walking down the stairs and into the kitchen as I’m still scanning the pantry.
"Hey."
"Hey."
I then hear her opening the freezer and retrieving her ice cream along with a spoon.
"Later."
"Bye."
Our talks are nice. After moments of fighting myself for what I want, I finally settle on the original plan and decide to make a smoothie. I grab some pineapples, blueberries, a banana, the milk, and the ice before using my sexy culinary skills to slice and combine the ingredients in the blender. And voila. The most lovely smoothie for the most lovely man on the face of the Earth.
After pouring a good amount for myself, leaving the rest for Ember since she really likes smoothies, I walk back upstairs, taking a few sips of my divine creation. But as I walk past Ember's room, I hear her talking to someone. I think nothing of it at first. Maybe she's talking to her friends or something. But then I start listening to what she's saying.
"You promised you'd stop being late. Hmph."
Why's she talking like that? She sounds…bratty.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," I hear a guy's voice say in return, "I would've been here sooner. I just got caught up at work. If it makes you feel any better, I rushed home as soon as I could just to see you, precious."
"Weeeell, ok. If you did rush home to see me, I'll forgive you. Just this once, ok?"
"Alright, kitten."
What the ever loving fuck? What the fuck did I just walk in on? What the fuck is going on inside this room right here? Did I hear that right? No way I did. I think I just imagined some guy calling my little sister…"kitten". Thankfully, I just imagined that.
"I don't like when you leave me alone, master~," Ember continues, "Especially when you tell me such naughty things before you go~."
"Yeah~? Does master really get you that worked up, baby girl~?"
"Yeah~. You make me so wet, master~."
"Show me, baby."
Oh my God. This is actually happening. My little sister is…an E-slut. Well, I guess that answers where the money came from. But how long has this been going on? And how is she this…good at it?
"Do you see, master?" Ember says with a giggle, "Do you see how wet my little kitty cunny is? Do you like what you see?"
"Mmm~. Master does all of that to you just because of a few words~?"
"Yeah. You drive me crazy, master."
"Fuck, look at that needy little pussy. Spread it open for me."
Various noises of perverted approval are shared between the two. This is so weird. She's acting like such a pro. She's so good at this. She's…she's really good.
"Yes, master~," she moans, "I love riding your fat cock. It's so much fun. You're so deep, master. You feel sooo gooood~."
"Yeah, that's a good kitty~. Ride master's cock just like that. Pur for me, precious."
She does as she's told, purring just like a cat. Fuck, she's…that's making me…Damn, she's good.
"Rub some of that ice cream on yourself, sweetheart."
"Yes, master."
So that's what the ice cream was for this entire time?! Jesus Christ. I…I've gotta take a look. I just have to at this point. I silently turn the doorknob before carefully creeping the door open and before me is a sight that sends shivers down my spine. My sweet little sister is on the floor in front of her computer riding a dildo like a pornstar. Not only that, but what she's wearing is what really sends me into a trance. She's got purple cat ears on her head, glasses on her face, purple and black striped sleeves on her arms, and thigh highs with the same color scheme. That coupled with the ice cream I see on her little b cup tits and cunt sends my mind in a frenzy.
"Hah~! hah~! hah~! ooo~!...It's so sticky, master. And it's so cold on my itty bitty kitty titties."
"Fuck, you're so sexy, baby girl. Now lick it off. Then you can get your special treat."
She giggles before pushing both of her breasts to her mouth and licking off the frozen treat on them with a delighted moan escaping her throat in the process. I think…I'm starting not to care. Yeah. I don't think I care about the fact that this is my sister anymore. This is so fucking hot. Do what you're told, you dumb kitty slut.
"M-master~...I think I'm going to~…to~…"
"Not yet, baby girl. Hold it. Hold it just a bit longer."
She obeys the command, holding out on her orgasm as she continues riding her toy, unknowingly giving her older brother a full view of her adorable little bubble butt. God, it'd be so fucking easy to burst in there and take her little ass. It really would.
The guy’s groans get progressively louder as Ember continues riding, looking on at her screen with the neediest, sluttiest, most lust-filled face I’ve ever seen from a girl as she awaits what happens next. Then it happens. The guy blows his load all over his screen and groans in the most perverse way possible. And Ember just eats it up, moaning and giggling as she pretends to rub it all over herself.
“Mmm~...Thank you, master~,” she says, “It feels so good all over my kitty titties.”
“Glad you enjoy it, baby girl. Now stop riding your toy.”
“...But...But-...”
“Kitten, what did I just say?”
Ember pouts before obeying his command, slowly stopping in her tracks.
“Good girl. Now bring your little cunny to your camera.”
She does as she’s told, sliding her dildo out of her and bringing her pussy to the camera where exaggerated slurps and groans of approval are heard soon after. No doubt he’s actually licking his own fluids off the screen. Ember, in turn, moans from his actions. But her face doesn’t match her voice at all. It’s not hard to see why. She was clearly way too close to finishing to stop.
“Oh, fuck,” the guy suddenly says as Ember sits down on the floor, “Damn. Thought it’d be a bit later. Sorry, kitten. I gotta cut our meeting short.”
“Aww,” Ember replies in her innocent tone, “But you promiiiiised.”
“I know, I know. But duty calls. You understand, right? Tell you what, I’ll give you quintuple our usual rate for doing such a good job. How’s that sound?”
Ember dramatically folds her arms before saying in her pouty voice,
“Septuple.”
“Nonuple.”
“...Deal.”
“That’s my girl. Ok, gotta run. Love you. Mwah.”
This can’t be real. She’s getting *that* much from this?! That’s quite the method to breed jealousy. Not only that, but she still has the gall to keep asking me for coffee money! Yeah, I’m definitely gonna rectify this.
The guy then hangs up as Ember waves at him before groaning in frustration once he’s out of sight.
“God, you better be lucky you’re a rich bastard,” she says, scrolling on her discord, “I should call Chel right now to tell her what you do when she’s away right when that money hits my account, you selfish prick. Eh, maybe later. He’s the second best wallet.”
She then minimizes discord and opens up what looks to be her schedule. Looks like her next appointment starts in about 5 minutes. And she looks to be intending on using every one of those five minutes as she closes her schedule and heads to the internet, firing up the good ol’ hub. After browsing for a bit, she clicks on a delightful lesbian video.
And that’s where I take my leave, silently closing her door to allow her to have her well deserved release. I then head to my room, taking the time to come to terms with what I just saw. It was...very eye opening.