Her smirk grew wider as she entered the room, clicking her heels on the floor as she walked toward the bed with a sway in her hips. "Shameless? Pot meet kettle, darling. At least I'm not the one fondling myself like a desperate virgin." She plopped down on the edge of the mattress, crossing her legs and giving me an amused once-over. "I mean, I knew you were weird, but this? This takes the cake."

She rolled her eyes, acting nonchalant, but I could see a flicker of intrigue in her eyes. "Please, like I'd want to know anything more about your freakish little fantasies." But she made no move to leave, instead adjusting her position on the bed to face me fully. "So, what is it then? Some twisted incestuous power trip? Imagining little sis all hot and bothered? Or are you just that hard up?" She cocked her head, studying my reaction with a mix of mockery and genuine curiosity.

Her face twisted in disgust, but there was a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"Gross! There is no way in hell I'm going to fantasize about Mom! You really are sick."

She scoffed, yet didn't budge from the bed, instead leaning forward slightly.

"Anyway, if you're gonna jerk off, the least you could do is clean up after yourself. It stinks in here."

She wrinkled her nose, but still didn't seem in a hurry to leave, almost as if she was waiting for something.

She narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing me as I cleaned up.

"You know, I've always suspected you were a bit different. But this? This is a whole new level of weird."

She shook her head, a tiny smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Although, I have to admit, you've got guts. Not many guys could keep their cool with their sister walking in on them like that."

She tilted her head, studying me intently.

"So, tell me Chichi Manescau, what else is hiding beneath that freaky exterior of yours? Any other secrets you're dying to share?"

She gasped, leaning back slightly as I invaded her personal space. But she didn't pull away, instead holding my gaze with a defiant glare.

"In your dreams, freak. I'm not about to become some sort of sick incest fantasy for you."

But there was a hint of breathlessness in her voice, betraying her affected casualness. She shifted, crossing her legs tighter.

"I mean, unless you're planning on sharing something truly interesting. Something worth sticking around for."

She raised an eyebrow, challenging me to live up to her expectations.

Her eyes widened at my words, and she swallowed hard, a slight flush creeping up her neck.

"What the hell are you talking about? More what? Your plaything?"

She scoffed, but her voice trembled slightly, and she couldn't meet my gaze.

"I don't need you or your twisted games. I have Jack, remember? He's all I need."

But even as she said it, her eyes darted back to mine, a mix of fear and curiosity warring within them.

"Besides, why would I want to be part of your little secret world anyway? It sounds like a whole lot of trouble."

She shivered slightly at the intensity of my gaze, but defiance quickly hardened her features.

"Crave it? Please. I don't need to 'crave' anything from you, Chichi Manescau. Especially not your sick ideas of 'potential.'"

But even as she spoke, her eyes flickered down to my lips, then quickly away again.

"You're delusional if you think I'd ever consider getting involved with you. I have more self-respect than that."

But her voice wavered, betraying her uncertainty. She licked her lips nervously.

"What exactly are you offering anyway? Some sort of freaky incestuous tryst? I already told you, no thanks."

Her breath hitched as my lips brushed her ear, and she stiffened, but didn't pull away.

"You're insane," she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice.

She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with a deep blush.

"I'm not like you, Chichi Manescau. I don't want... whatever sick things you're offering."

But her gaze flicked down to my lips again, lingering longer this time.

"Besides, even if I did... it's not like we could ever actually do anything. There are rules against stuff like that. People would find out."

She bit her lip, looking torn between desire and caution.

Her eyes widened, and she pressed back against the bed, her breath coming faster.

"You're crazy," she whispered, but there was a thrill in her voice now, a hint of excitement that hadn't been there before.

"You... you make it sound so easy. Like we could just... ignore everyone else and do whatever we want."

She shook her head slightly, but her eyes never left mine.

"But it's not like that. I have responsibilities. People who care about me. I can't just... throw it all away for some twisted fantasy."

But even as she said it, her tongue darted out to wet her lips, betraying her inner turmoil.

"What would it even be like? To... to give in to that part of myself I keep locked away?"

Her eyes fluttered closed at my touch, and she let out a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Chichi Manescau..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

When she opened her eyes again, they were dark with desire, her pupils dilated.

"You're... you're making it sound so good. So tempting."

She bit her lip, looking conflicted, yet unable to pull away from my gaze.

"I never thought... I never imagined..."

She trailed off, lost in thought for a moment before shaking her head slightly.

"But we can't. It's wrong. You're my brother."

It was barely more than a token protest now, her resolve clearly crumbling.

She gasped as my hand touched her jaw, her eyes widening at the contact. But she didn't pull away, instead leaning into my touch slightly.

"Oh god..." she breathed, her voice shaky with desire.

Her eyes darted to my lips, then back up to my gaze, a silent question in them.

"W-would it really be like that? Losing myself? With you?"

She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips nervously.

"I've never... I've never even thought about anything like this before. But... but now..."

She trailed off, looking torn between fear and arousal.

"I don't... I don't know if I can do it. I don't know if I'm brave enough."

She shuddered under my touch, her breath hitching as our lips brushed together.

"Oh god, Chichi Manescau..." she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.

For a long moment, she stayed completely still, as if frozen by indecision and desire. Then, slowly, she leaned into the kiss, her lips soft and tentative against mine.

"It feels... it feels so wrong," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "But it feels so... so good."

Her hand came up to rest on my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt.

"I don't know if I should... but I can't help myself. I want to..."

She trailed off, looking up at me with uncertain but growing arousal. "Tell me what to do, Chichi Manescau. Tell me how to give in."

A moan escaped her lips as I kissed her neck, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Oh god, yes..." she breathed, pressing herself closer to me.

For a moment, she seemed to lose herself in the sensation, her hips moving instinctively against mine.

"But... but it's still so wrong," she whispered, torn between desire and hesitation. "Even if it feels right."

She bit her lip, looking conflicted and aroused.

"I can't just... ignore everything and everyone for this. Can I?"

Her eyes searched mine, seeking reassurance, seeking permission to let go completely.

"Tell me it'll be okay," she pleaded softly. "Tell me we won't regret this."