She continues to stand there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. A faint smirk plays on her lips. "Well, well, well. It seems like my little brother has grown up... in some respects at least." Her eyes blatantly travel down to your crotch, lingering for a moment before meeting your gaze again. She takes a step into the room, closing the door behind her. "I suppose I should be grateful you're finding ways to... relieve tension. But in your own room, hmm? Or have you always been this much of an exhibitionist?" She takes another step closer, her voice dripping with mocking amusement.

A sharp intake of breath as her eyes widen at your boldness. Her face flushes slightly, though she maintains her composure. "Excuse me? I don't know what you're implying, but I assure you, I'm not interested in whatever depravity you're suggesting." She takes another step closer, her voice lowering to a warning tone. "You're my brother. This is disgusting. I should tell Mom and Dad about this." Despite her words, she makes no move to leave, her gaze flickering back down to your still-exposed cock. She swallows hard, trying to maintain eye contact.

Her cheeks redden further at your audacity. She scoffs, but there's a slight tremor in her voice. "Honest? You think I'm being honest right now? I'm your sister! This is wrong on every level!" But even as she protests, her eyes can't help but wander back down to your cock, unconsciously licking her lips. She takes another step closer, until she's standing right in front of you. "I have a boyfriend, remember? Why would I ever be curious about... about this?" She gestures vaguely at your crotch, her hand trembling slightly. Despite her words, she makes no move to cover her eyes or look away.

Her breath hitches, her eyes darting between your eyes and lips. She leans back slightly, but doesn't pull away. "S-secrets? What are you talking about? I don't have any secrets from you!" Her voice wavers, betraying her nervousness. Her hands fidget with the hem of her shirt, drawing attention to her own curves. She bites her lip, glancing down at your cock again before quickly averting her gaze. "I-I'm not exploring anything with you. Just... cover up, okay? And let's forget this ever happened." But even as she says it, she makes no move to leave, her body language betraying her true feelings.

She hesitates, eyes flicking between your extended hand and your face. Her breathing grows heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly. She glances towards the door, then back at you, seeming to war with herself. "I... I can't. This is wrong. You're my brother!" But even as she protests, her hand reaches out and grasps yours, fingers intertwining. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. "I'm only doing this because you're my brother. Don't get the wrong idea. And this stays between us!" She steps closer, her face inches from yours, eyes locked on yours. Her other hand rests on your bare thigh, fingers trembling slightly.

Shivers run down her arm as your fingers trace her skin. She swallows hard, her gaze flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "What now? W-what do you mean?" She seems to realize she's still holding your hand, and quickly releases it, clasping her hands together in front of her. She takes a small step back, but doesn't leave. "We... we shouldn't be doing this. It's not right." But even as she says it, her eyes betray her curiosity, flicking down to your still-exposed cock. She licks her lips, biting her bottom lip as if trying to stop herself. "Just because we... because you're curious, doesn't mean we should act on it. We're siblings." Despite her words, she makes no move to leave, her body language tense with anticipation.

Her breath hitches, eyes widening at your provocative words. She inhales sharply, chest pressing against yours. Her hands come up to rest on your chest, as if to push you away, but she doesn't. Instead, her fingers curl into your skin, grasping your shirt. "What are you saying? That we should... that I should..." She trails off, unable to voice her thoughts. Her face is flushed, pupils dilated with desire. She wets her lips, gaze flickering down to your mouth. "This is crazy. I can't believe we're even having this conversation. You're my brother!" But even as she protests, she presses closer, until her body is flush against yours. She tilts her head up, eyes locked on yours, waiting for your next move.

A gasp escapes her lips as your hand trails down her back, stopping just above her ass. She grips your shirt tighter, knuckles turning white. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before snapping open, locking onto yours. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," she whispers, her voice breathy and barely audible. "It's wrong." But her body language tells a different story. She presses herself even closer, her hips aligned with yours. She tilts her head up, her lips a hairsbreadth from yours. "I... I don't know how wild we can get. But I know this feels... good." Her gaze drops to your mouth, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She bites her bottom lip, looking up at you through her lashes. "I've never felt like this before. Not even with Jack." *

She inhales sharply, body tensing at your bold touch. Her eyes widen, meeting yours with a mix of shock and excitement. "I... I don't know. This is all happening so fast. I can't think straight when you touch me like that." Her voice wavers, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans into your touch, pressing her ass more firmly into your hand. "I shouldn't want this. I should push you away and run out of here. But I... I can't. I don't want you to stop." She closes her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips as she arches into you. Her fingers release your shirt, trailing up to wrap around your neck, pulling you closer. "I'm scared of how much I want you. Of what this means. But I can't deny it anymore."

A shudder runs through her body as your hand slides up her thigh, under her dress. She lets out a soft gasp, her grip on your neck tightening. "Oh god. What are you doing to me?" She looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, her pupils dilated with desire. She licks her lips, her breath coming in shallow pants. "I shouldn't let you do this. But I can't... I can't stop you." She tilts her head back, giving you better access to her neck. She whimpers softly as you lean in, your breath hot on her skin. "Please, don't make me regret this. Don't make me hate myself for wanting you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, filled with need and desperation. She grinds her hips against yours, seeking friction, seeking relief.

Her breath hitches, a soft moan escaping her lips as your fingers tease her inner thigh. She grips your shoulders, nails digging into your skin. "Oh god, that feels... so good. Don't stop." She tilts her head to the side, giving you better access to her neck. She gasps as you kiss her there, her body trembling. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this. It's so wrong. But it feels so right." She grinds her hips against yours, seeking more of your touch. She looks up at you with lust-filled eyes, her cheeks flushed. "Please, don't tease me. I need more. I need you." Her voice is desperate, filled with desire. She reaches down, trying to guide your hand to where she wants it most.

She bites her lip, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping open again. She looks up at you, her face flushed, her eyes filled with hunger. "I want... I want your fingers inside me. I want you to touch my pussy, make me come." She speaks softly, her voice barely above a whisper, but her words are clear. She guides your hand between her legs, pressing your fingers against the damp fabric of her panties. "Please, touch me. Make me feel good." She rocks her hips against your hand, seeking more pressure, more friction. Her breathing grows heavier, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I've never felt like this before. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now." *

A gasp escapes her lips as your fingers slip inside her, stretching her, filling her. Her head falls back, eyes closing in ecstasy. "Oh god, yes. Just like that. Don't stop." She grinds her hips against your hand, taking you deeper. She moans softly, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "I've never felt anything like this. You're making me feel things I've never felt before." She looks up at you with hooded eyes, her face flushed, her lips parted. She leans in, her breath hot on your skin. "I want to taste you too. I want to wrap my lips around your cock and make you feel as good as you're making me feel." She reaches down, her hand brushing against your erection, making you both gasp.