The family buisness Part 2: Income Sex Story

#Exhibitionist #Teen #Virgin

By Smith Family Inc

A young teen becomes an OnlyFans sensation!

My name is Hazel, Just a normal girl, with a normal life but I have a secret.
First, my normal bona fides, i’m broke and desperately want more money to buy cute outfits and hang with friends. I worry about boys and grades and bullies at school, I play soccer for the school team. I’m normal ok?

Now for my secret. Around a month ago, I had an accidental, anonymous sexual encounter with my stepbrother, Walker. I didn’t plan it, and it just kind of happened. I gave him a blow job, and it felt so taboo and thrilling at the same time. Since then, I’ve been carrying around this guilty secret, and it’s been eating away at me.

The thing is, Walker doesn’t know it was me. I’ve been keeping my distance, and I think I’ve managed to cover my tracks. But every time I see him, the memories come flooding back, and I can’t help but feel aroused.

I also have a video of the whole thing I’ve been keeping on my phone, just in case I wanted to relive the experience. I watched the video again, and it was hot. I don’t know what it is but it’s the single hottest thing i’ve ever seen. I bet other people might think so too. After giving it a little more thought in my very tired state I decided to post the video on OnlyFans. Maybe i’ll get enough money through it to buy a new dress, or some new shoes.

But as I drift off, I dream of all the stuff i’m going to buy with my new simp money.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off on a school morning. I groan and hit snooze a couple of times before finally dragging myself out of bed. After a quick shower, I check my OnlyFans account and find that I’m a couple of hundred dollars richer thanks to the video. Needless to say, a pleasant surprise.

As I dress myself, I take a moment to look in the mirror and appraise myself. I know I’m not supposed to think of myself like this, but I can’t help it – I’m attractive. My hair is long and dark, my eyes are green and my skin is clear. I’ve always hated my nose, but it’s not that bad.

I throw on a cute outfit – a simple white floral skirt, white tee and a denim jacket – slightly more punk rock than I’m used to but it looks good on me. My stepbrother, Walker, is already downstairs, eating breakfast. He doesn’t even glance up as I pass him, and that’s fine with me. I don’t want him to suspect anything.

At school, I feel like I’m on top of the world. I have money in my pocket, and I’m dressing better than usual. My friends notice, too – they comment on my outfit and how good I look. It feels good to be noticed, to have some attention on me.

I come home, feeling nothing but excitement. I head straight to my room and lock the door, feeling like I need some privacy. I grab my phone and open my OnlyFans app, surprised to see that I now have thousands of followers. And they’re willing to pay for more explicit content from me.

My heart races as I realize just how much money I could make from this. I hesitate, it’s not too late for me to delete the video. Go back to my normal life three hundred dollars richer. I glance at myself in the mirror. I’m also not getting any younger. I bite my lip.

I decide to host a live stream on OnlyFans, to try and gauge what my new “fans” want, and what to do. Maybe they’ll be satisfied if i answer some questions, and I can move on with my life. Or maybe…

I take a deep breath and press the “go live” button on my app. Immediately, messages start pouring in, with people asking me to do all kinds of things. Some are more explicit than others, but they all make me feel a little dirty.

I don’t do anything but i do chat with people. I explain that maybe i’ll do a request stream or some custom content later but right now i’m just testing the waters.

As more people join the stream, I start to feel like I’m losing control. The requests become more and more outrageous, and i’m losing control of the chat. Eventually it evolves into downright harassment, calling me a slut and a whore and i’m obviously disgusted by it- part of me loves it.

In the end, I agree to make another stream, more explicit than the first. And as I end the live stream, I feel a sense of excitement wash over me. I bask in the afterglow of the attention of thousands of guys for a moment.

The next afternoon I sat nervously in front of my webcam, my heart racing. I’m about to do another live stream on OnlyFans, this time letting people donate to have me do all kinds of lewd acts. Strip, put things in my holes, say their names, say demeaning things about myself, masturbate – almost anything they want, as long as they pay.

I feel like I’m selling my soul, but the money is too tempting. I’ve already made enough to buy some new clothes, but I want more. More money, more attention, more pleasure– it feels intoxicating, addictive.

I take a deep breath and start the stream, feeling a rush of excitement as the messages start pouring in. People asking me to do all kinds of lewd things, offering money in exchange. It feels dirty, but I can’t help myself.

I start off slow, stripping down to my underwear and teasing the camera. People start donating, and I feel a thrill of excitement as I realize just how much money I’m making. I start to lose myself in the moment, forgetting about everything else.

As the requests become more explicit, I start to feel a little uneasy. They want me to do things I’ve never done before, things that make me feel dirty and ashamed. But at the same time, I can’t resist the temptation. The money, the attention – it’s too much to resist.

Eventually we reach a goal and I strip completely nude, my teenage body on display for the whole internet. I feel a wild rush like nothing before. I receive multiple requests to prostrate myself before the camera holding open my cracks and crevices for the people to enjoy.

I continue the live stream, feeling the rush of excitement as people donate for me to do even more explicit acts. I start sensually dancing, moving my body in ways I never thought I could. I can feel the heat rising within me, the sexual tension building.

I start to dirty talk with my audience, telling them everything they want to hear. Every filthy word, every lewd idea. I can see the messages flooding in, people offering more and more money for me to do even more explicit things.

I show off my goods, running my hands over my body and teasing my audience. I twirl around, giving them a view of my backside. I can feel my body responding, my nipples hardening, and my breaths becoming shorter.

I let out moans of pleasure as I start to pleasure myself, my fingers exploring every inch of my body. The audience responds, sending messages of approval and encouragement. I can’t tell if i’m faking pleasure or not, i don’t care.

As I get more and more hot and bothered, I let out a loud cry, and the donations flood in. I know that I’m in too deep now, that this isn’t something I can walk away from easily. But at the same time, I can’t resist the temptation.

I end the live stream for the freeloaders, feeling incredibly horny. After ending the public live stream, I continue to pleasure myself for the highest donating fans. I let out moans of pleasure as I use only my hands to explore every inch of my body, feeling the sexual tension building inside me.

One of them makes me moan his name, Elias and i do so with more emotion than i have ever felt before I’m lost in the moment, my body taking over as I start to finger myself harder and faster. I can feel the waves of pleasure building inside me, each one stronger than the last.

I continue to moan, my breaths becoming shorter as I get closer to the peak of pleasure. I can see the messages from my highest donating fans, encouraging me and pushing me to go even further.

Finally, I reach the peak of pleasure, my body writhing uncontrollably as I let out a loud cry of ecstasy. My body trembles as I cum harder than I ever have before, waves of pleasure washing over me.

I collapse onto the bed, panting and sweating, feeling both exhilarated and ashamed at the same time. I know that I’ve crossed a line, that I’m risking everything for the sake of money and attention.

But at the same time, I can’t resist the thrill of it all. The rush of power, the feeling of being wanted, of being in control. I don’t know where this will lead, but for now, I’m willing to take the risk.

After recovering, I checked my OnlyFans account to find that I have over five grand waiting for me. I withdraw the money immediately, I know I should invest most of it, but the temptation to spend it all is strong.

Later that evening, I sat down to dinner with my family, trying to act normal. But I can feel my stepbrother, Walker,’s eyes on me, and I know I’m acting strange. I forgot to shower after my earlier activities, and I can smell the stench of sex on me. I can only imagine what he’s thinking.

I try to play it cool, pretending like nothing’s wrong. But as I catch Walker’s eye, I can see the suspicion in his gaze. Does he know? Does he suspect what I’ve been up to?

I try to push those thoughts aside and focus on dinner, but it’s hard. Every time someone speaks to me, I feel like they know my secret, like they can see right through me.

Finally, dinner comes to an end, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I head up to my room, feeling a sense of shame washing over me. What have I done? What kind of person have I become? i cast a look to my computer and my doubts wash away. I’m having fun, i’m giving people what they want. isn’t it right? isn’t it?

By Smith Family Inc
#Exhibitionist #Teen #Virgin

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