He makes her beg

Sam took a deep breath and typed back. "What the hell, Kate? You're my sister. That's disgusting. I can't believe you'd even ask me that."

His fingers hovered over the screen, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. This was almost too easy.

"Please, Sam," she texted back immediately. "I'm ****. I need to find someone, and In order to do that need to prove it's really **** this time. He'll definitely reach out then."

"You're sick," he replied, drawing out the conversation. "Get some help."

His phone buzzed again. "Sam, I'm begging you. I'll do anything—ANYTHING. I'll give you all the money from the video. I'll do whatever kinky shit you want. Please, I need this."

Three dots appeared as she continued typing. "I know it's weird, but we've already done it once. You just didn't know it was me. Remember the girl in the latex… THAT WAS ME… Please. I'm going crazy here."

Sam waited fifteen minutes before responding, letting her anxiety build. "This is so fucked up. I can't even look at you the same way anymore."

"You know I don’t have much money, but what ever I have I’ll give it to you, I even sell whatever you want" she offered. "You can also have all the money from the video, I JUST REALLY NEED TO FIND SOMEONE."

He raised his eyebrows. That was actually a substantial amount. "You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"Dead serious. I need to find this guy."

Sam continued his act, making her work for it. "I don't know, Kate. This is beyond messed up."

"What if I throw in my car too? You've always wanted it. It's yours after we do this."

He waited another ten minutes before responding. "Fine. But no one can EVER know about this. And I want everything in writing about the money and the car before anything happens."

"THANK YOU! Yes, I'll write it all down! But it has to be tomorrow night. Hotel downtown. Room 412 And Sam?"

"Yes?"

"Bring Frank. I want him to record it so this perv believes it's real."

When Sam arrived at the hotel room the next evening, Kate was already there, pacing nervously. Frank sat awkwardly in the corner, camera equipment set up on the desk.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Sam muttered, maintaining his disgusted facade. He wouldn't look directly at Kate.

"I've signed everything," she said, handing him an envelope. "The car title, the money transfer—it's all there."

Sam checked the documents carefully, making sure everything was legally binding. He nodded to Frank, who looked uncomfortable but excited.

"Let's just get this over with," Sam said with feigned ****.

As Frank adjusted the camera settings, Kate started removing her clothes with shaking hands. The room felt charged with an uncomfortable energy that only Sam seemed immune to. He watched her with calculated disinterest, knowing that each moment was another step toward complete control.

"Wait," Sam said suddenly. "Before we start, I want to make sure we're clear on something." He moved closer to Kate, his voice dropping to a whisper. "After this, there's no going back. You understand that, right?"

Kate nodded, her eyes downcast. "I know. I just need to find him. He needs to take responsibility."

Sam suppressed a smile. If only she knew how close her mystery man actually was. "Fine. Let's do this, then."

Frank gave a thumbs up from behind the camera. "We're rolling."

Her mind felt like it was disintegrating, and this was the only way to put the pieces back together. Kate swayed her naked hips over to the camera for a close-up making sure that it got a great view of her naked tits and smooth-shaven pussy before she got there. knowing this was the proof she needed. The humiliation and desperation, on full display. She glanced at Sam, who still refused to meet her eyes. She turned her attention back to Frank, who was already filming with an eager look on his face, the red dot blinking insistently. This was exactly what she wanted. She took a deep breath and said the words she never thought she'd speak. “Hello, my name is Kate and I am such a slut I will do anything to get a dick inside of me. I even paid my own brother to do it. So, I hope you enjoy the show.” She hesitated for the briefest moment, letting the shame wash over her, fully aware of the depraved spectacle she was about to create. She turned around, exposing the last part of her that the camera hasn’t seen, her tight ass, walking back to Sam with a resolve that bordered on madness, a dangerous glint in her eye. She needed this. She needed to do this. Before she lost her mind for good. Before turn back to Sam, she took one final glance at the camera, making sure it captured everything. This was her last chance.

"Come on, brother," she whispered, placing her hands on Sam's chest. "Show this dick loving slut what you can do."

Sam fought to keep his expression neutral, despite the victory surging through him. He had her exactly where he wanted her—****, humiliated, and completely under his control. His hands moved to her waist, gripping firmly enough to leave marks.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.

"Just do it," she hissed. "Make it look convincing."

Frank adjusted the camera angle, zooming in on their faces. "This is going to break the internet," he muttered.

What followed was a performance that would haunt Kate for years to come. Sam made sure to be rough enough that she'd remember it, yet convincing enough that viewers would believe the twisted narrative they were creating. He positioned her facing the camera, making sure her face was clearly visible as he entered her from behind.

"Say it again," Sam commanded, yanking her hair back. "Tell everyone who I am."

"You're my brother," Kate gasped, her voice cracking with humiliation. "My own brother is fucking me."

Sam thrust harder, forcing her to look into the camera lens. Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears, face flushed with shame and exertion. He leaned his head back and shouted "And you're enjoying it, aren't you? Pathetic."

Kate bit her lip until she tasted blood. This was worse than she'd imagined—not physically, but the psychological weight of what she was doing crushed her spirit with each passing second. Yet she needed to make it convincing.

"Harder," she moaned for the camera. "Please, I need it harder."

Frank circled them, capturing every angle, every expression. Making sure to zoom in on Sam cock as it thrust in Kate wet pussy. His breathing had grown heavy, clearly aroused by the spectacle before him. Occasionally he'd zoom in on Kate's face, making sure to document her degradation in high definition.

"Tell everyone what a slut you are," Sam demanded, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

"I'm a slut," she gasped between moans. "I'm a dirty whore who's fucking her own brother for views."

Sam glanced at Frank, who gave him a thumbs up behind the camera. The footage was capturing everything perfectly. He changed positions, flipping Kate onto her back and spreading her legs wide for the camera.

"Look at me," he commanded. "I want you to look at me while I cum in you."

Kate **** **** herself to look over her shoulder and stair him right in the eyes, her expression a mix of shame and determination. This was the ultimate degradation—not just the act itself, but the intimate eye contact that made it impossible to pretend this was anyone but her brother.

"Do it," she whispered. "Finish it."

When it was over, Kate curled into herself at the edge of the bed, pulling a sheet over her naked body. Frank continued filming for a few more seconds before shutting off the camera with a low whistle.

"That was... intense," he said, looking between the siblings.

Sam was already pulling on his clothes, his face unreadable. "We got what we needed. Upload it tonight," he told Frank.