Mom and Dad said yes to the incest video. Wait, you need context and why. I’ll tell you about my day.

I woke at four a.m. with a cold shower and a short forty-five-minute treadmill run followed by thirty minutes of stretching, yoga, and toning.

I relaxed in my baby blue room, on a super cool, pale red bean bag chair, and drank my power smoothie, blueberry, while I checked and answered questions from TicTok. Most asked about my beauty or body routine, so I sent prepared responses with links to information videos. Only a few asked about the secret I had teased for the past two weeks, which caused me to scowl in disappointment as I hoped and wanted more buzz. I needed to do more research and figure out how to increase engagement. The remaining fans inquired about nude photos or sex dates. My morning’s message will address those.

I had a second shower to scrub, cream, and apply foundation with light makeup, and then I selected my outfit. Most people believe uniforms make it easier to choose, but not so. The shirt’s collar, button spacing, opacity, and white shade make an enormous difference. Multiply that by the bra, skirt, socks, shoes, and accessories, I aim, but I sometimes can’t select the day’s perfect outfit in under an hour.

I scrutinized myself in the mirror, my flowing blonde hair dyed to the correct brightness with long dark eyelashes over my bright blue eyes today. I alternate between green and blue, never my natural brown. Slight blush and rose petal pink lips, glossy today. I have the perfect V-style face with high cheeks but chubbier than ideal. While the morning runs have helped thin them, they remain my worst feature. I choose a wider collar with fewer buttons, a tighter semi-transparent white shirt with a dark blue bra. I adjusted everything to make my bra strap more visible. The push-up bra made my ponderous breasts, with their perfect droop, appear plumper and displayed plenty of cleavage, while the bra and shirt subtly displayed my erect nipples.

My regulation blue and white plaid skirt stopped two inches too short and showed more of my creamy legs. I selected extra bright white knee socks to accent and tease my long legs and crotch between them. The dull black platform shoes add and don’t detract from my sex appeal today. I need to get more shoes.

Then I recorded my morning message,” Hey, big news, I’m launching my OnlyFans tonight. The link below.” Simple and to the point.

I recorded it twelve different ways. I used my standard checklist of different tones, head movements, shot angles, and shot distances before I did two more for fun.

I don’t want to grow into an overbearing perfectionist, so I never record more than twenty versions. I compared each video and slowly cut them down to the two best - both accented my breasts while each hid my too-fat fingers. The school-girl video had a more playful energy, while the other had a sexier and more porn-star vibe. While the internet has fewer school-girl fans, research shows those fans have more loyalty and tip better. Further, because of less competition, I can stand out more. I uploaded the playful school video.

Today’s video made me proud, but also late, so I whined at Mom until she drove me.

While not glamorous, my before-school routine demonstrates success comes from diligence and hard work, something I take pride in.

Our worn-down school fills me with disappointment at the lack of pride the board takes in it. I want a real studio with four video areas, a classroom, a bedroom, plus two flexible areas for requested videos. I will take pride in my space and keep it video-worthy.

I checked my shot schedule for the before-school pose - late, frantic, with an awkward half smile today. I re-styled my hair to appear more rushed, found the right light, and then posed. I only had time for three versions. Thankfully, I have improved at selfies. The first one showed the best cleavage, as my milky breasts strained against the fabric, while my skirt had a running flow to it. I cropped out Teagan, a simple thing to do with my new phone. I posted it with the caption,’ Late for school!’ Research shows this humanizes me because everyone runs late sometimes.

I rush through the busy hallway, having timed my morning perfectly - I walk into health class one minute before it starts.

That photo became one of my most popular, with lots of comments. Fans loved my outfit, which I find gratifying to know I didn’t waste the time.

I pondered what question to ask until I remembered the video call I did to promote my OnlyFans with a C-level executive. ‘Can you get pregnant from phone sex if the guy orgasms?’ I doubted it, but I wanted to freak out our uptight teacher and make sure because I didn’t want to get pregnant during my launch window for OnlyFans. I need the first six months to grow my following. Although his genes would make a great baby, I have ‘get pregnant’ on the schedule later, in year two or three. Besides, the other stupid girls probably think you can. Sperm has to get directly into your vagina, so when I do my threesome video for OnlyFans, I will not let the girl eat me after she gives the guy a blowjob. I take pride in my intelligence and knowledge of sex, unlike my innocent and vapid classmates.

Thinking of my OnlyFans, I debated how much to charge. I had a couple of options: 1) market rate, the safest option, 2) above market rate to appear more exclusive, 3) below market rate to attract more subscribers, 4) or a combination, below for two weeks and then at or above market rate.

I glanced around the classroom to make sure that at least some other girls still wrote. Vivian appeared confused, probably trying to remember how to spell her name.

I pulled out a small mirror to appraise myself. What can I charge for this face, large breasts, thin body, and a virgin shaved vagina? Easy, above market rate.

Do I discount to build market share? I pondered the question and asked myself, ‘Do high fashion brands ever go on sale?’ Not a chance. They’d burn their merchandise before they tarnished their brand with discounts. Department stores do discounts, and I don’t do department stores, so number two - above market rate. But how much more? Ten-percent, Twenty-five-percent, fifty-percent, one-hundred-percent, more? Exclusive brands cost at least double their high-quality competitors, so at least one-hundred-percent to begin.

Everyone finally finished and handed in their questions. Will I learn anything new today?

Ms. Boring talked about anal sex, and I wondered how can someone make anal sex sound so mundane?

Boring question. Typical of my classmates, they had no vision like me. I have the ambition, vision, and work ethic to attain my desires.

I have already planned my first video tonight. It will start with the slow removal of my school uniform, set up like I just arrived home from a hard day at school. Over the twenty minutes, I will end up completely naked and bent over. At twenty minutes each, I can shoot the video six to eight times before dinner. Uploading before dinner will allow it to go live while I eat. The distraction will help with the stress.

After dinner, I can review the comments and post a reaction video before toning weights and bed.

Ms. ‘Tight-Ass’ answered another boring question, so much less fun than yesterday. My classmates asked the stupidest questions, however, I loved finding out that I would not sin if I had sex with family members. Mom and Dad could guest star in one of my videos. Mom might love it, but Dad will need convincing. My two younger brothers and their friends can help with the bukuku video. I could charge them to appear on the video. I made a note of the money-making idea.

Strange that it took so long to think of my brothers and parents in that way, with so many ‘step’ family videos crowding the free porn sites.

“ ... kissing is ok,” Ms Barrett finished saying. I missed it, but I didn’t care.

Ms. ‘Let’s make everything boring’ asked,” Are cats demons?” A strange question, and different, but who cares?

I snuck out my phone and took a quick up-skirt photo. I have panties on, so I did not sell the photo, but I like to practice, and it made fabulous bonus content for my favorite top-tier subscribers.

I took a couple more, adjusting for better light, better angles, and to show off my panty-clad slit. I wet my finger and made a wet spot, so while the photos had enough obscene quality, they didn’t have enough picture quality to sell. I added them to the outtake section of the site, and then I moved my panties to the side and took a few more photos. Such horrible lighting as my camera barely showed my slit, so I stuck a pen in for better contrast, which made the photo much better. I only put one photo up for sale, while the rest went into an outtake photo gallery for subscribers. The photo had a voyeuristic angle with a ‘Jesus Loves You’ poster in the background, while the red-tipped pen made my glistening vagina appear more engorged and ready for something bigger.

Ms. Barrett’s annoying voice interrupted my impromptu photo shoot, “How can you tell who a baby’s dad is before birth?” Finally, an interesting question that I didn’t know the answer.

“I don’t know of any way to determine the father. Girls, sex out of wedlock is a sin...” Ms. Barrett droned on. Of course, she didn’t know. Since when did she know anything? I wished we had a proper teacher, someone smart enough to know the answers to interesting questions. Hell, I could teach better than Ms. ‘Boring’. However, schools pay like crap, and I could never put up with vapid teenagers.

“ ... get a person to like you?” Ms. ‘Knows Nothing’ finishes. I grew curious about her take on this question.

“You can’t make someone like you...” Ms. Barrett started before I tuned her out.

“You totally can make someone like you,” I mumbled. What a useless teacher with another useless answer.

I snuck a glance at the messages from my video this morning. I never answer messages during school, but the temptation causes my fingers to open the app and check. Not enough messages. Two asked for pricing. Ten asked about content details, and three said they would subscribe regardless of price.

I debated breaking my rule and answering a few questions to generate more buzz. No, I pride myself on my discipline, so sadly, I closed the app.

Ms. ‘Bat-Shit-Crazy-Teacher’ paused in exasperation before reading my question. I didn’t care what our know-nothing teacher, or others thought, though the pride welled up that I had it correct - I couldn’t get pregnant over the phone or video chat.

I checked my appearance, fixed the few out-of-place eyebrow hairs and the two eyelashes stuck together, added more eyeliner, freshened up my lipstick, and made clothing adjustments before everything returned to the picture-perfect catholic schoolgirl image. I made sure to get the posters and other school girls with obscured faces in the pictures to prove to my fans that, unlike the many fakes on the internet, I study at a real catholic school. I understand why overage women need to pretend, but I get annoyed and disheartened competing against cheaters.

I chose a happy side profile photo, caught the bottom of ‘Jesus Saves’ and added, “Exciting class today.” People want positive and high energy. I pride myself in always giving my fans what they want, hence the OnlyFans.

I had trouble setting up the account. While getting around the age restriction proved the easiest part, I spent days shooting the introduction video. I tried six different locations: the school classroom, school washroom, our backyard pool, my bedroom, our living room, and the school roof, for fun. Each required at least twelve different outfits, various combos of school girl, bikini, teen casual, teen prom, teen baby doll, and nude. I even learned to smoke for a more rebellious appearance. I finally used my bedroom and bought a blue string bikini.

The editing and re-shoots took as long. I had trouble finding the balance between sexy and implying underage without stating underage. I finished it Sunday and uploaded it Monday so the site could launch tonight. The best of the other videos went into the outtakes folder, a mid-tier subscriber and above perk.

“Is sex with a dead person wrong? Yes.” But why? Dead people can’t sin.

Do you understand now? Thank God I have something to do during her class. Anyway.

Bored, I glanced around the room, and a picture of Jesus on the cross gave me an idea for a possible future video. I could wear a ripped schoolgirl outfit, lay spread on a cross, and put a large dildo in my pussy with a smaller one in my ass to get that ideal naughty, sexy, slutty, abused catholic school girl image to attract bigger spenders. I need to order some blue dildos to match my blue tartan skirt. I would like to suck off a guy before he came on my chest - even better for a man dressed as a priest or have an actual priest. It will take some negotiation, but an easy lead-up with images of crosses, the priest in the church, and maybe the audio of a naughty, sex-filled confession.

I made idea notes on my phone and then brainstormed more product ideas. I have prices for used panties, specific photos, special no-sex dates, a one-time virginity-losing date - I will have to figure out how to film that - sex dates after the virginity date, and private video calls, with extra cost for unique places like the school washroom.

I remembered the cross and the dildos, so I added notes to sell used props, special butt plugs, dildos used during school, candid nudity shots in public locations, and maybe, little vials of body fluids.

“Is talking about sex wrong? Yes and no. Yes, because sex outside of marriage is wrong, but within marriage, it’s ok.” Ok, so no talking about sex, which means I can still write and advertise it, just not directly talk about it.

I practiced posing and wished I had money for a professional photographer. I still need to know how to pose for when they cannot film, like in class, but I wanted someone to comment and adjust my poses in real time to save time and make the composition better. Maybe one of my brothers? No, they would masturbate instead of doing anything useful and help me. Dad has a good eye but rarely has time, and Mom has a lousy fashion sense. I wondered if any of her lovers might help. No, Mom doesn’t want me to know about them. I will have to post the ad I’ve already made up, but first, I need more monthly income.

“If someone accidentally slips a finger inside you, is that a sin? I doubt it was accidental, but if accidental, it’s not a sin.” How do I make it accidental or appear accidental? Do I fall on the guy, wearing only my skirt, with no panties, and subtly pull his hand to my crotch, where he accidentally inserts it? It will take practice, and I need a photographer to help adjust things during the shoot. Although, if I can perfect it, I could use the technique for a penis, a woman’s hands, a dildo, or anything my fans want me to put in my vagina.

My boredom grew unbearable, so I raised my hand to escape to the washroom.

“Yes, Kiera?” Ms. ‘Easy-To-Fool’ asked.

“I need to use the washroom, Miss,” I responded.

“Of course, dear,” Ms. ‘Sucker’ permitted me. I have her wrapped around my little finger. With grace and agility, I weaved through the class and rushed through the empty hall.

The old lady called to me. With no one else to hide behind, I couldn’t easily slip by. She said something about the sin of pride, which didn’t make sense, as I pride myself in my humility. I never brag, especially since subscribers like humility because they feel superior and in control.

Our washrooms smell like bleach, with spotless floors and clean walls, which sums up the whole school: clean floors, clean walls, clean girls, clean teachers, clean everything, but old, well-worn floors, paint-chipped walls, old-fashioned girls, old teachers, and old everything.

I paused in front of the mirror to check my appearance; still good, with only a few touch-ups. I selected the farthest stall as it had the best lighting.

I took a few photos of me in the washroom stall. While only a few subscribers like these types, the ones that do - pay a lot for each one. Only two made the cut to sell, but a few did make good bonus pictures for my best subscribers. I learned from the best brands to always keep your best clients happy.

The pee flowed before I remembered I had an OnlyFans account, and I could show nudity. I held the rest in and got ready for the action. I posed with my legs up, down, wide, and squatting. I chose the legs down and wide for the best lighting, but I needed more research to find the best poses.

I set up my phone and got into position. I smiled, gave the ‘oops’ face, and then peed. Five seconds, mostly empty, I paused and checked the video. My legs appeared washed out, my vagina not red enough, and the pee too pale. I slapped my vagina to redden it and got my second shot ready. I only had enough pee left for one more video, so I needed everything perfect.

I adjusted, checked everything in my portable mirror, made minor adjustments, and then let the flow happen. Only four seconds. Not long enough. Everything showed well enough, but without a professional camera person, I couldn’t get it better in this school washroom. I contemplated how to sneak in a professional.

I touched up the video and used it as a bonus in the behind-the-scenes folder for my top-tier subscribers. I can edit the other video to enhance my labia, yellow the pee, and darken my thighs. It will only need minor touches to my face, and my posture, while not ideal, will have to do. I have to figure out how to get a professional in.

I washed up and returned to class. “Humble before the lord’s eyes,” Old-Crazy lady yelled at me.

I smiled, nodded, and agreed with her. I never take her ‘worst-thing-ever-for-the-environment’ papers because my persona loves nature and everything about the environment. Imagine if the poor tree knew that someone cut it down to make a piece of paper with “God Loves You, Don’t Sin” on it. Everyone already knows that. I would rather have my oxygen than more useless messages. I need to do another environmental video, maybe using the tree instead of hugging it.

I hadn’t done a video in nature in a long time. Getting the lighting correct takes many adjustments, and when I have everything just right, a person interrupts, the sun shifts, or the clouds move. I did that as one of my first videos when I got a professional.

I paused before the classroom door and made mental notes of various nature ideas. The bell rang as I entered. Perfectly timed.

I won’t bother telling you about the rest of the day. I have a few more candid shots. The nipple slips turned out so horrible that I couldn’t post any. Patience is a virtue. I will get to the Mom and Dad stuff.

I love arriving home as it fills me with joy and happiness. Mom waits for me with snacks. She does everything perfectly, so the cucumbers made a pretty cat design.

“Did you do anything exciting today in school, Dear?” she asked while wiping down the counter.

She wore a low-cut shirt with no bra. The nipples of her saggy breasts almost peeked out, so my brothers must have friends over, as she only goes braless for them. Her skirt barely covered her ass, and because she didn’t have panties on, she displayed her well-trimmed pussy as she bent over to clean the baseboards.

“Fine,” I said as I scrolled through other feeds for more ideas.

She wore nothing else, and while Mom looks stunning for her age, she has no sense of style - ‘Slutty MILF’ exists as a meme, not a style. She had pulled her hair up in a bun, which meant the bratty brothers had Garrett over. Garrett stands the tallest and most mature of my brothers’ friends, with a sexy muscle definition and a big bulge in his swimsuit. I have a note to charge him to act in a future seduction video series, something like, ‘How to seduce a Younger Male.’