Pay-for-play, the Incest Way
Copyright© 2025 by Mr. Here
Chapter 1: Birthday Wishes
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: Birthday Wishes - When little sister gets paid, big brother gets laid.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Sister Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Prostitution
“Remember when you said you’d get me anything I wanted for my birthday?”
“I said that,” Pete said, or asked, his tone could have gone either way.
“Yeah.”
“Was I high?”
His sister, Hailey, looked down between them from where she stood, and he sat. Her eyes focused on the black mirror sitting on the wooden coffee table and the small hill of white powder atop the glass, along with a Queen of Hearts playing card and a small, metal straw. Next to the mirror waited Pete’s small, clear glass beaker bong, highlighted with rings of light red and blue, a wire-clasp mason jar holding thick buds of weed, and next to the jar was a stainless steel grinder, already open, but still clean.
“Yeah,” his sister said.
“Well, Hailey,” Pete said, “you know better than to ask me for things when I’m high.”
“I didn’t ask, you offered.”
“You should feel guilty for taking advantage of me. You should have been looking out for me.”
“You’re three and a half years older than me!” Hailey said. “You are supposed to look out for me.”
“Well, you’re an adult now,” Pete said. “Happy eighteenth, by the way.”
“You wished me ‘happy birthday’ this morning.”
“Yes,” Pete said after a short pause, “I did. You’re eighteen, it’s time you start taking responsibility for your actions.”
“Shut up,” Hailey said, putting her hands on her narrow hips. “I knew what I wanted before you said I could have anything, and I was going to bring my idea to you as an investment opportunity—”
“—whoa, whoa, slow down—”
“—that could enrich both of our lives, and I was going to do it before your smoke-filled mouth offered to give me anything I wanted.”
“Stop the pitch,” Pete said. “I need to get more high—higher—hella high, for this. My morning joint is already wearing off. Stay right here.”
“But...”
Pete leapt to his feet and crossed the small living room, moving into the dining room and around the corner into the kitchen. He pulled open the fridge’s stainless steel door, grabbed a fancy white box wrapped with a blue ribbon, something he had bought last night, and hurried back to the living room. He set the box down, stared at it for a moment, and said, “I need a candle. Stay put.”
“Pete!” Hailey said, a small whine entering her voice, but he had already turned the corner into the kitchen.
He came back after digging through several drawers, returning to the center of his father’s five-seat leather couch. “Open the box,” he said, smiling, and nodding his head to an unheard beat. “It’s from Sugars and Sweets and All Things Confectionery.”
“I love that place.”
“It’s got pot in it, though.”
“You asshole!”
“Half of it has pot.” He thought for a second. “Left side from the front of the box. I had you in mind when I bought this—I’m a good brother.”
Pete laughed as his sister unboxed a chocolate chip cupcake covered in a chocolate glaze and chocolate cream, topped with a single, dark red cherry. It was big enough for two. Pete looked at the cherry, then he looked forward, his eyes landing on his sister’s thighs before moving upward until he was smiling up at her.
“I’ll light the candle,” he said. “You’ll make a wish, then we’ll eat our halves, then we’ll talk in one hour.”
“Don’t do your coke until after I tell you my idea.”
“Why not?”
“You know why not.” A little pink crept into his sister’s suntanned cheeks, a small blossom, no more. “Does it have to be in an hour? Ca’t it be now?”
“Yeah, it has to be in an hour,” Pete said. “That’s how long it took to kick in last time.”
“Just listen—”
“One hour, Hailey,” Pete said. “Give me one hour before you ask me for money, and remember, I’ll be high, so look out for me.”
“You’re a jerk,” Hailey said. She bit her lower lip, then smiled at him. “So, are you going to light this thing or what?”
One hour later...
Pete, still sitting on the couch with his mind floating ten feet above his body, eyed his cocaine, knowing time was ticking down to Hailey’s presentation of whatever the fuck it was she wanted from him. His sister had been in her room with her cupcake since he had cut it in half for them. He needed a girlfriend. Uncle Bill’s advice on not fucking your customers had put a Grand Canyon-sized hole in his sex life. Snorting coke and jerking off to porn while he ran through his contact list, hoping to find a normal woman to fuck, wasn’t exactly a sex life—he didn’t know many normal women—but it worked, sometimes, not often ... not enough.
On his father’s big screen, the beach volleyball game cut to a commercial at the top of the hour, and as it did, he heard his sister’s bedroom door swing open.
I’m not buying her a car. I’m not buying her a car. His sister’s smiling lips and white teeth entered his mind. I’m not buying her an expensive car.
Pete turned to his right, looking over his shoulder and down the hallway toward the bedrooms. His father’s house wasn’t big, but it was nice, a part of an old neighborhood with lots of grass and trees and privacy hedges. His sister came skipping down the hallway with that girl-next-door, happy-go-lucky, always bubbly, smile on her face.
I’m buying her an expensive car.
She had done her sun-whitened hair in waves, and she wore red lipstick, blush, makeup, enough for him to notice. Really notice. She was glowing. She had changed into a tiny pair of thin, light lavender boy shorts made of cotton with loose leg holes and a waistband that rode low on her hips. Really low, showing off her iliac furrow down the very top of her barely visible mound. Reddit was full of thirst trap pictures of this exact look. Up top, she wore a white, wraparound top, leaving her strong, broad, gymnast shoulders bare. She was aesthetically built rather than a powerhouse, but she was also taller than your average gymnast, standing two inches short of six feet.
Jesus, Hailey, you’ve got some long, long legs. He needed a girlfriend or a reliable fuck buddy. “What—”
“Before you say anything,” Hailey said, “this has to stay between you and me: brother and sister. Pinky swear-cross your heart-blood oath, I’ll do a thousand chores for you, whatever. Dad can’t find out. He’ll kill me for thinking of this. He might let you sell drugs, but he won’t let me do what I want to do.”
“First,” Pete said, “Dad doesn’t let me sell drugs. He tolerates it because Uncle Bill does it ... and I’m a grown man. Second, are you planning on becoming a whore?”
“No,” Hailey said, jumping up and down in a quick burst of energy. Beneath her wraparound top, his sister’s tits bounced and swung. They weren’t big at first glance, but they weren’t small or average either, although her height made them look smaller than they were. Big was a better word for the round, perky hills decorating her chest. “I’m going to be a GenFans model!”
“Oh,” Pete said, nodding, “so a whore.”
“I’m not going to be a whore,” Hailey said, shaking her head.
Pete arched an eyebrow.
Hailey frowned, then looked to the side. “Not in the traditional sense.”
“Why do you want to be a GenFans Model?”
“Okay,” Hailey said, “You know how everyone says I look like Livvy Dunne?”
“Who says that?” Pete asked. I think that.
“Everyone.”
“Who is Livvy Dunne?”
“You’re so fucking clueless,” Hailey said.
She looked around, whispered, “Fuck,” and ran back down the hallway to the bedrooms. She came back quickly, her phone in her hand and her glossy fingernails with their white-painted tips scrolling through her screen.
“This is Livvy Dunne,” she said.
Pete looked at a picture of a smiling, girl-next-door type of girl—just like his sister—in a white top and brown shorts. She was leanish, like his sister, slender, with sun-lightened hair, white teeth, a round face, and a girly, happy, friendly smile.
“Well,” Pete said, “you’re both white.”
“Fuck that,” Hailey said. “You know I look like her. We’re also both gymnasts, and I’m also a dancer. I can move.”
“Yeah, you’re also a natural blonde and you have blue eyes.
“That’s a bonus, right?”
“You’re taller too.”
“And I’m taller!” Hailey said. “Even better. Do you know how many people would pay to see a Livvy Dunne lookalike do naughty things?”
Pete shook his head.
“A lot!” Hailey nodded her head, her hands coming together. “A lot of people, and that’s a lot of money.”
Pete laughed, saying, “Why don’t you do other social media things. Become an influencer. They make money.”
“It takes years to do that, and I’ll never be a college star gymnast. I don’t want to wait that long. I want money right now! Like you! I want to be able to go out and buy food and nice clothes whenever I want. I want to buy a car. I want to have money to do things, and mostly, I just want to stop wishing I had the freedom to take part in this world and actually take part in the world.”
“I’d offer you a job, but—”
“Dad would never let me work for Uncle Bill.”
Pete nodded, saying, “Yeah, I know. You could be a long-haul trucker like him?”
“Shut up, Pete, I’m serious. I need money, Petey, to buy the professional equipment I need to look professional from the start.” Hailey bit her lip, then said, “Please, Petey, help me with this?”
“What collateral do you have?”
“Look at me!” she said, spreading her arms high, wide, and hopping up to spread her feet apart. “I’m the collateral. Look at me!”
Pete laughed again.
“You used to give me money all the time, remember?”
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