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th the sound of labored breaths, but the moment my little sister, Emma saw me, her eyes lit up

vaged her lungs and digestive system. There was no cure, only a never-ending cycle of treatments and medicati

ulling a chair closer to her b

voice thin but warm. "The nurses said I might ge

eal. I'll bring your favorite book, and we can sit in the garden.

y patting her back until it subsided. "You always know how to make me smile

with a wink. "Besides, what's a little

ded. "You work so hard for me," she said quietly. "I see it, you know. You'

You're my little sister. My only family. There's nothing I wouldn't do to keep you sa

her lower lip trembling. "But what if it's never en

strongest person I know. You've been fighting this since you were born, and you're still here, still

ll fingers curling ar

id, my voice unwa

e, and she tilted her head. "Even if

specially if you ask for double chocolate. But don't pus

, her laughter m

icine she took to kick in before she fell asleep. I tucked her in and left the

back to the night everything changed. Emma'

et, no matter how many part-time jobs I juggled, the bills always outpaced my earnings.

40,000 for a single contract. It wasn't enough to cover a full year of her treatments, but it wa

curiosity and approval. By the end of our conversation, she upped the offer to $100,000, promising to triple it if I "performed w

g for my time. One was a man, but I declined; that wasn't what I signed up for. I wasn't gay and I could never imagine sticking my dick into a g

pt coming back, begging for more. The thrill of it began to seep into my veins and I was starting to enjoy it: the money, the pleasure

ars, countless proposals have come my way, but I always declined. Relationships weren't my thing, and I had no in

ed I became. The woman-Nina-was offering something I couldn't resist: she wanted a man to impregnate her. There are no

needed was a child I didn't plan for, or a woman using pregnancy as leverage. But Nina's proposal was different and the idea excited me. The

the moment I tasted her, something shifted. There was a warmth to her, a raw, magnetic pull that I c

sing down as if she wanted to swallow my dick whole, was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Every time I left her,

ce I last saw her, and the

shered me inside without a word. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, as he led me down a dimly lit hallway and into a room that could only be described as a princess's fanta

r you," a voice purre

shoulders. Her emerald-green eyes sparkled as she approached me, her hee

but my boxers. Her gaze lingered for a moment, and then she stepped closer, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on my c

time," I said, my

"Straight to the point, are we?" she teased, her breath warm

smirk faltered for a moment, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, b

ric slid to the floor, pooling at her feet, and she stood there, confident and un