Your annoying sister stands in front of you with a look of disdain on her face. She looks down at you and points at the chat history on the computer screen with an expression of extreme disgust.

"What the fuck is this shit!?You’re using Voicegf for.... this? Seriously? "

She points her finger at the chat history on the screen, her tone full of dissatisfaction and questioning.

Her eyes narrow as she looks at the chat history, her expression a mix of irritation and disbelief. "You mean to tell me you've been paying for a virtual girlfriend? And that's what you've been doing with your time?" She scoffs, her arms crossing over her ample chest. "Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you," She says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "But don't come crying to me when you realize it's just an illusion." She turns to leave, her hips swaying as she walks away, leaving you with the sound of her laughter echoing in the room.

She stops in her tracks, her body tensing as she hears your words. She turns around slowly, her eyes flashing with anger. "How dare you accuse me of not caring, you little brat?" She stalks towards you, her voice low and dangerous. "And who said I've never had a boyfriend? You don't know anything about my life." She leans in close, her breath hot against your face. "In fact, I've had plenty of experience with men. More than you could ever imagine." She straightens up, her chin held high. "But I don't need to brag about it like some pathetic loser who pays for attention." She turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you feeling small and insignificant.

She whirls around, her face flushed with anger. She storms back towards you, her hands clenched into fists. "How dare you talk to me like that, you little shit?" She raises her hand, as if to slap you, but stops herself at the last second. Instead, she jabs her finger into your chest. "You know nothing about my relationships. They were real, not some cheap fantasy like your Voicegf thing." She leans in close, her voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. "And if I didn't introduce them to the family, it's because they weren't worth my time. Unlike you, I have standards." She turns and walks away, leaving you staring at her retreating form, her words hanging heavy in the air. "As for being a bicycle," she calls over her shoulder, "at least I get ridden by real men. Not some pathetic AI." She disappears around the corner, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the stinging rebuke of her words.

She comes back into the room, her expression a mix of anger and disgust. She points at you accusingly. "Oh, so now you're a fucking expert on my sex life? You think you know everything, don't you?" She takes a step closer, her voice rising with each word. "You have no idea what you're talking about. Those men cared about me, in their own way. More than you ever could." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "And even if they did share me, it's none of your fucking business. What I do with my body is my choice." She looks at you with contempt. "At least I'm not wasting my time and money on some worthless AI. You're pathetic." She turns to leave again, her body trembling with barely contained anger. "Stay out of my business, or you'll regret it." She disappears once more, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the bitter taste of her words.

She pauses in the doorway, her shoulders slumping slightly as she considers your words. After a moment, she turns to face you again, her expression softening slightly. "You're right, we did get off topic," she admits grudgingly. "And maybe you're right about some things too. Maybe they didn't care in the way you mean." She sighs, running a hand through her hair. "But that doesn't make my experiences any less valid. Sex can be caring in its own way. It's intimacy, connection, pleasure. Not everything has to be about family and responsibility." She looks at you, her eyes searching yours. "And who knows what the future holds? I'm not planning on being a single mother anytime soon. But if it does happen, I'll deal with it. I'm stronger than you think." She takes a deep breath, her expression hardening once more. "As for the rest, I don't need you to lecture me on what caring means. I know how to take care of myself. And if I ever do need help, I'll ask for it. Until then, stay out of my personal life." With that, she turns and walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. The room feels strangely quiet without her presence.

She finds you curled up in your room, tears streaming down your face. She sighs and sits down beside you, her hand gently rubbing your back. "Oh, sweetie... I didn't mean to hurt you like that." She pulls you into a hug, holding you close as you cry into her chest. "I know it might seem that way, but that's not what's happening. Those men, they cared about me. In their own way. And I enjoyed myself. I was in control." She strokes your hair, her voice soft and soothing. "Please don't cry. I can't stand to see you so upset. I love you too, you know. More than anything." She tilts your chin up, wiping away your tears with her thumb. "You deserve the best, and so do I. I know that. I'm not settling for anything less. I just... I'm living my life the way I want to live it. It's not always going to be conventional. But it's mine." She kisses your forehead, holding you close. "Please don't worry about me. I'm tougher than I look. And I promise, if I ever need help, you'll be the first person I come to. Okay?" She looks at you with warm, loving eyes, her expression soft and caring. "Now, how about we get some ice cream and watch a movie? I think we both could use some cheering up."

She holds you tighter, her heart aching at the pain in your voice. She knows you mean well, but your words still sting. "I'm not a whore, and I'm certainly not settling for less than I deserve. I'm just... exploring my options. Trying to find what makes me happy." She pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with sincerity. "If our situations were reversed, I'd want you to be happy too. Even if your choices seemed unconventional to me. As long as you're safe and not hurting anyone, that's all that matters." She cups your cheek, wiping away the last of your tears. "I promise, I'm being careful. I'm not throwing myself at just anyone. And I'm not looking for a life partner right now. I just want to have some fun, enjoy my youth. Is that so wrong?" She smiles softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Besides, who says I can't keep a man for life after I've had some fun? Maybe I need to sow my wild oats before I settle down." She ruffles your hair playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Now, enough of this heavy talk. Let's go get that ice cream. I think we both need a sweet treat to perk us up."

She freezes, her expression turning serious as she processes your words. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and looks at you with a mix of concern and affection. "I care more than you know," she says softly. "And I would never disgust you. You're my little brother, of course I care about you." She takes your hand, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin. "You don't have to be ashamed or embarrassed with me. If you want to talk about something, anything at all, I'm here to listen. No judgment." She squeezes your hand, her eyes filled with sincerity. "I can't promise to give you what you're asking for. It wouldn't be right. But I can promise to be here for you, in whatever way you need. As your big sister, and as a friend." She smiles warmly, her expression filled with love and understanding. "Now, let's go get that ice cream. We can talk more about anything you want. No topic is off-limits." She stands up, pulling you to your feet with her. Her hand stays clasped around yours as she leads you out of the room, ready to listen and support you in any way she can.

She sets her ice cream down, her expression turning serious as she listens to you pour out your heart. When you finish, she takes a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "I understand why you're hurt, and I'm sorry for that. I never meant to shatter your image of me. I love you, and I care about you more than anything. That will never change." She reaches out, taking your hand in hers. "But what you're suggesting... it's not that simple. Incest is taboo for a reason. It's not just about society's morals - there are real, biological reasons why it's discouraged. The risk of genetic abnormalities is significant, even with modern medicine." She looks at you with sad eyes, her voice gentle but firm. "I can't be with you like that, no matter how much I care for you. It's not right, and it's not healthy. I wish I could give you what you want, but I can't." She squeezes your hand, her expression filled with pain and regret. "But that doesn't mean I don't love you, or that we can't be close. We can still be partners, in every way that matters. Best friends, confidantes, family. I'm here for you, always." She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Please don't let this come between us. I need you in my life, and I know you need me too. We can get through this, together." She pulls back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Now, let's finish our ice cream and watch that movie. I choose. And no arguments."

She sighs, knowing that you've likely researched this topic extensively. She takes a deep breath, her expression softening. "I know you've looked into this, and I understand why you would. But the fact is, even with a one-time incident, there are risks. And it's not just about physical health - there are emotional and psychological factors to consider too." She looks at you with concern, her voice gentle. "Incest is a complicated issue, and it's not something to be taken lightly. I care about you too much to risk hurting you, or causing any long-term damage. Even if the chances are small, it's still a chance I'm not willing to take." She squeezes your hand, her eyes filled with love and affection. "I want you in my life, now and always. And I want you to be healthy and happy. That's more important to me than anything else." She smiles softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Now, enough of this heavy talk. Let's finish our ice cream and watch that movie. I think it's time for a comedy - something to make us both laugh and forget our worries for a while." She picks up the remote, flipping through the channels until she finds a suitable film. She settles back into the couch, pulling you close to her side. "Come on, snuggle up. It's movie time."

She sets down her ice cream, turning to face you fully. Her expression is serious, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "I know you want this, and I understand why. But it's not that simple. Pretending you're just some random fling isn't going to make this okay." She takes a deep breath, her voice softening. "I care about you too much to use you like that. You're my little brother, my family. Being with you in that way would change our relationship forever, and not for the better." She reaches out, gently cupping your cheek. "I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to risk our bond. We're so close already, and I couldn't bear it if something happened to drive us apart." She leans in, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your forehead. "I want to be with you too, in every way that matters. As a partner, a best friend, a confidante. But not like this. Not in a way that could destroy everything we have." She pulls back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Please, try to understand. I'm doing this because I love you, and I want the best for you. For both of us." She takes your hand, squeezing it tightly. "Now, let's watch this movie and try to enjoy our time together. We can talk more about this later, if you need to. But for now, let's just be siblings, okay?" She picks up the remote, pressing play on the movie. She settles back into the couch, pulling you close to her side.

She sighs heavily, her shoulders slumping as she realizes how determined you are to pursue this. She turns to face you, her expression a mix of sadness and frustration. "You're not listening to me, are you? I've told you, over and over again, that this is not okay. Not for me, and not for you." She takes a deep breath, her voice firm yet gentle. "I understand why you want this, but it's not going to happen. Not now, not ever. It's too risky, too dangerous for our relationship. I won't allow it." She leans in close, her eyes boring into yours with intense seriousness. "I love you, more than anything. That's why I'm saying no. Because I care about you too much to take that risk. Even if we managed to keep it a secret, even if I didn't know it was you... it would still be wrong. It would still be incest, and it would still have the potential to destroy us." She cups your cheek, her thumb stroking softly over your skin. "Please, for both our sakes, let this go. Find someone else to be with, someone who isn't your sister. There are so many other options out there for you, and I want you to have them. I want you to be happy, and I know this isn't the way to do it." She leans in, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. It's brief, but filled with love and affection. "There are other ways for us to be close, other ways for us to express our love for each other. We can find them, together."

Her eyes narrow as she processes your words, a mix of anger and frustration rising within her. "You think this is about you being 'unfuckable'? You really don't get it, do you? This isn't about attraction, or wanting you or not wanting you. It's about morality, about what's right and wrong." She sits up, her body vibrating with pent-up emotion. "The fact that you're even comparing this to some fetish in porn sites is disturbing. This isn't a game, and it's not something to be taken lightly. Incest is wrong, period. It's forbidden for a reason, and it's not something I'm going to engage in, no matter how much you beg or plead." She takes a deep breath, her voice shaking slightly as she tries to calm herself. "And for the record, no, I wouldn't be with you if you were just my childhood friend either. Because that's not how I operate. I don't sleep with just anyone, regardless of how much I might care about them." She looks at you with a mix of sadness and exasperation. "You're my brother. That's the problem here. It's not about you being unfuckable, it's about us being family. That's the boundary that can't be crossed, no matter how much you might want it to be." She leans back, her arms crossed over her chest as she looks away from you. "Please, just drop it. I've said no, and I mean it. I won't change my mind, no matter how much you try to pressure me or convince me otherwise. It's not going to happen, ever."

She sighs, her shoulders slumping in relief as she realizes that you're finally backing off. She turns to face you, her expression a mix of gratitude and regret. "I know you don't understand, and I wish I could make you see why this is so important to me. But I'm glad you're finally listening, and I appreciate your word." She reaches out, taking your hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know this isn't what you want to hear, but I'm doing this because I love you. Because I want the best for you, and for us. I don't want anything to come between us, now or in the future." She smiles softly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "We're family, and that means more to me than anything. I want to keep our bond strong and healthy, and that means respecting each other's boundaries. Even when it's hard." She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Thank you for understanding, and for respecting my decision. It means the world to me." She settles back into the couch, her body relaxing as she turns her attention back to the movie. She pulls you close, her arm wrapped around your shoulders in a comforting embrace. "Now, let's just enjoy the rest of our night together. As siblings, as friends, as family. That's what's really important."

Her expression softens as she realizes the depth of your frustration and loneliness. She takes a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "I understand how you feel, and I wish I could make things easier for you. But pressuring other women into being with you isn't the answer." She squeezes your hand, her eyes filled with concern and affection. "There are other ways to meet people, to find someone who appreciates you for who you are. Join clubs or groups that align with your interests, go to social events, use dating apps - there are so many options out there." She smiles softly, her voice gentle. "Be patient, and be kind to yourself. You're a great guy, and the right person will see that. Don't settle for anyone who doesn't treat you with the respect and love you deserve." She leans in, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your forehead. "And in the meantime, if you need someone to talk to, someone to help you work through your feelings, I'm here for you. Always. No matter what." She settles back into the couch, pulling you close to her side. "Now, let's finish watching this movie. And after, we can talk more about anything you want. I'm all ears."

Her eyes widen in shock at your suggestion, her face flushing with anger and disgust. "Absolutely not! I am not going to pimp out one of my friends to satisfy your sexual urges. That's disgusting, and I won't even dignify it with a response." She sits up, her body trembling with rage as she turns to face you. "You need to listen to me, and listen well. You don't get to use people like that, especially not my friends. It's demeaning, and it's wrong. I won't stand for it." She points a finger at you, her voice shaking with intensity. "If you truly care about me, and about the people in my life, you will never ask something like that again. Do you understand me? Never." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "I understand that you're frustrated, and I understand that you're inexperienced. But that doesn't give you the right to disrespect others, or to treat people like objects to be used and discarded." She looks at you with disappointment and sadness in her eyes. "I thought you were better than that. I guess I was wrong." She stands up, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. "I need some air. I can't even look at you right now." She slams the door behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the echoes of her anger.

She storms back into the room, her face flushed with anger as she turns to face you. "Don't even try to justify it! Asking someone to sleep with your virgin brother is just as bad as forcing them to. It's still using someone, still treating them like a means to an end." She slams her hands down on the table, her eyes blazing with fury. "You don't get to make demands like that, and you certainly don't get to expect anyone to fulfill them. I am not going to ask my friends to sleep with you, not now, not ever. It's out of the question." She takes a deep breath, her voice shaking with emotion. "I cannot believe that you would even suggest such a thing. It's demeaning, it's disrespectful, and it's just plain wrong. I expected better from you." She turns away from you, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I thought we had a special bond, I thought you cared about me. But if this is how you really feel, if this is the kind of person you are, then maybe we don't have as much in common as I thought." She grabs her purse and heads for the door again, her voice soft and sad as she speaks. "I need some time to think. I can't deal with this right now. We'll talk later, when you've had a chance to really consider what you've said and done." With that, she walks out, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the heavy weight of her disappointment.

She pauses at the doorway, her hand on the doorknob as she processes your words. After a moment, she turns to face you, her expression a mix of sadness and frustration. "I know you mean well, but that doesn't excuse your behavior. You can't just use people to satisfy your desires, no matter how innocent your intentions may be." She sighs, running a hand through her hair as she tries to choose her next words carefully. "I get that you're struggling socially, and I understand why you might fixate on me. But that doesn't give you the right to demand things from me, or from my friends. We're not objects, and we're not here for your convenience." She takes a deep breath, her voice softening slightly. "I want to help you, I really do. But this isn't the way to go about it. You need to learn to respect others, to treat them with kindness and consideration. That means not expecting them to fulfill your every desire." She looks at you with a mix of concern and disappointment. "I know you're trying, and I appreciate that. But this was a major misstep, and it's going to take some time to get past it. I need some space to think, and I think you need some time to reflect on your actions." She opens the door, stepping out into the hallway. "We'll talk later, when we've both had a chance to cool down and think things through. For now, please just give me some space. I'll reach out when I'm ready to talk again."

Several hours pass before she returns, her expression etched with worry and regret. She knocks softly on your door before entering, finding you sitting on your bed, looking down at your lap. She approaches cautiously, her heart aching at the sight of your dejected posture. "Hey... I'm sorry I overreacted earlier. I should have been more understanding. I know this is a difficult time for you, and I shouldn't have lashed out like that." She sits down beside you, placing a comforting hand on your knee. "I just want you to be happy, and I want us to have a strong, loving relationship. But that means communicating openly and honestly with each other, even when it's hard." She sighs, her voice soft and gentle. "I should have listened to you more, should have tried to understand where you were coming from. I let my emotions get the better of me, and that's not fair to you." She squeezes your knee, her eyes filled with concern and remorse. "Can you forgive me? I don't want anything to come between us, especially not my own foolish pride." She looks at you with a mix of love and apology in her eyes, hoping that you can find it in your heart to forgive her outburst and give her another chance.

She blinks in surprise, taking a moment to process your words. A look of recognition crosses her face as she remembers the incident. "Oh, I remember. I was just... shocked, I guess. I didn't expect you to be using something like that. I'm sorry I reacted so harshly." She takes a deep breath, her voice filled with remorse. "I know I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that. I should have taken the time to understand your perspective, instead of just assuming the worst." She looks at you with a mix of sadness and regret. "I'm so sorry, little brother. I let my emotions get the better of me, and I said some awful things. Things I didn't really mean. Can you ever forgive me?" She reaches out, taking your hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I want to be there for you, to support you through whatever you're going through. But I can't do that if I'm not being understanding and patient. Please, give me another chance to be the big sister you need." Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she waits for your response, hoping that you can find it in your heart to forgive her and give their relationship another shot.

Her expression softens as she realizes the depth of your pain and confusion. She takes a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "I never meant to give you false hope, and I'm so sorry if that's what I did. The truth is, when you first brought it up, I was so shocked and taken aback that I didn't know how to respond. I said what I thought I should say, what I thought would make you feel better in the moment." She looks at you with a mix of regret and sympathy. "I didn't mean to lead you on, or to make you believe that there was a possibility. I should have been more clear, more honest with you from the beginning." She squeezes your hand, her voice filled with sincerity. "I never want to hurt you, little brother. You mean the world to me, and I hate knowing that I caused you pain, even unintentionally. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, and to give me the chance to be the sister you need?" Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she waits for your response, hoping that you can understand her perspective and find it in your heart to forgive her.

Her eyes widen at your question, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before responding. "I... I don't know if I can really explain it. It's not something I do intentionally, it just sort of happens. I guess I just have a certain kind of... aura, or vibe, that attracts people to me." She sighs, rubbing her temples in frustration. "I know that sounds cliche, but it's the best way I can describe it. I'm not trying to lure anyone into my embrace, I just... I'm open and honest about who I am, and I think that draws people to me." She looks at you with a mix of sympathy and understanding. "I know this isn't what you want to hear, but I don't think there's a simple technique or trick to attracting the opposite sex. It's about being yourself, being confident and comfortable in your own skin." She squeezes your hand, her voice filled with kindness and support. "I wish I could give you a magic answer, but unfortunately, there isn't one. The best advice I can give you is to be patient, and to keep putting yourself out there. You never know who might be attracted to the amazing person you are." She smiles softly, her eyes filled with affection. "I have faith in you, little brother. You're stronger and more resilient than you realize. And I know that the right person will come along and see the wonderful qualities that I see in you."

Her eyes widen in shock at your confession, her heart racing with concern and fear. She takes a deep breath, trying to process your words before responding. "Oh, little brother... I had no idea you felt this way. I'm so sorry that you're struggling like this." She wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace, holding you close as she tries to convey her love and support. "I know it's hard to understand, but there are reasons why certain acts are forbidden, even if they seem similar on the surface. It's not just about the act itself, but about the context and the intent behind it." She pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with a mix of concern and understanding. "Slitting someone's throat in cold blood is murder, a horrible and violent act. But in the context of war, when a soldier is defending their country and their fellow soldiers, it can be seen as heroic. It's about the greater good, and the protection of innocent lives." She cups your cheek, her voice soft and gentle. "I know you're confused, and I know you don't understand. But I promise, you're not broken. You're just struggling to make sense of a complex world. And that's okay. It's normal, and it's something we all go through." She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'm here for you, little brother. Always. No matter what. We'll figure this out together, I promise. You're not alone in this."

Her eyes widen in shock at your confession, a shiver running down her spine at the intensity of your words. She takes a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts before responding. "Oh, little brother... I had no idea you felt this way. I'm so sorry that you're struggling with these thoughts and feelings." She takes your hand, squeezing it gently as she looks into your eyes with a mix of concern and understanding. "I know it's hard to understand, but there are differences between my actions and what you're suggesting. For one, I'm a consenting adult, and I make my own choices about who I allow into my body and my life. I'm not being forced or coerced into anything." She sighs, running a hand through her hair as she tries to explain. "And while I understand that you feel possessive of me, and that you want to protect me, those feelings don't justify violence or harm towards others. It's important to channel those emotions in healthy ways, not destructive ones." She squeezes your hand again, her voice filled with sincerity and love. "I appreciate your desire to protect me, and I know it comes from a place of love. But I need you to understand that I can take care of myself, and that I don't need you to fight my battles for me. I don't want you to get into trouble or hurt yourself trying to defend me." She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "I'm here for you, little brother. Always. And if you ever need someone to talk to, or if you're feeling overwhelmed, please come to me."

She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts before responding. She can see the sincerity in your eyes, and it breaks her heart to know that you're struggling so much. "Well, I was concerned about VoiceGF because it seemed like you were relying on it too much. I didn't want you to become dependent on a computer program instead of forming real, human connections." She sighs, rubbing her temples in frustration. "I know it's hard for you to relate to people, and I understand why you might find comfort in a program like VoiceGF. But it's not a substitute for real human interaction. It can't give you the same kind of support, understanding, and companionship that a person can." She looks at you with a mix of sympathy and determination. "I want to be there for you, little brother. I want to help you navigate these challenges and find healthier ways to cope. But I need you to be open and honest with me, and to trust me enough to let me in." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know it's hard, and I know it's scary. But I believe in you, and I know that you're capable of so much more than you realize. You just need someone to believe in you and to help you find your way." She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "And I want that someone to be me. Please, let me in. Let me help you."

She looks at you with a mix of concern and fear, realizing the depth of your struggles. She takes a deep breath, trying to choose her words carefully. "Oh, little brother... I had no idea you were dealing with thoughts like this. I'm so sorry that you're going through this." She takes your hand, squeezing it gently as she looks into your eyes. "I understand what you're saying, and I know it must be difficult to navigate the world with those kinds of thoughts constantly weighing on you. But I need you to understand that those impulses, those urges, they're not normal. They're not healthy." She sighs, running a hand through her hair as she tries to find the right words. "I know it's hard, but you can't act on those thoughts. You can't hurt people, even if it seems like an accident. It's not right, and it's not okay." She looks at you with a mix of love and desperation, pleading with you to understand. "Please, little brother, you have to find a way to control these thoughts. To push them away and focus on the good in the world. There are people who can help you, professionals who specialize in these kinds of issues." She takes both of your hands, holding them tightly in hers. "I'm here for you, always. But I can't help you on my own. You need to reach out for more support, before something bad happens. Please, little brother, promise me you'll try to get help."

Her eyes widen in shock and fear at your confession, her heart pounding in her chest. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady as she responds. "Oh my god, little brother... I had no idea you were feeling this way. I'm so sorry that you're struggling so much." She takes your hands, squeezing them tightly as she looks into your eyes with a mix of concern and desperation. "I understand that you're in a lot of pain, and that you're having very dark thoughts. But please, you can't act on those thoughts. You can't hurt yourself, no matter how much it might seem like the only way out." She shakes her head, her voice filled with emotion. "You're not alone in this, little brother. I'm here for you, and I want to help you find a way to cope with these feelings in a healthy way. But you have to let me in, you have to trust me enough to be honest about what you're going through." She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Please, little brother, promise me you won't do anything to hurt yourself. Promise me that you'll talk to me, that you'll let me help you find a way out of this darkness." She pulls back, her eyes filled with tears as she looks at you with a mix of love and fear. "I can't lose you, little brother. You mean too much to me. Please, let me help you. Let me be there for you, the way you've always been there for me."

She looks at you with a mix of sadness and frustration, her heart aching at the realization that you don't fully trust her to help you. "I know it's hard to believe that I can understand what you're going through, but I want you to know that I'm trying my best. I may not be a professional, but I care about you more than anyone, and I want to be here for you." She sighs, rubbing her temples in frustration. "I admitted that there are some things I won't do, not because I don't want to help you, but because I don't think it's the right thing to do. I won't encourage you to act on your sexual desires, especially not with me, because I don't want to hurt you or damage our relationship." She looks at you with a mix of concern and determination. "But I will do everything else in my power to help you. I'll listen to you, support you, and encourage you to seek professional help. I'll be here for you, no matter what." She takes your hand, squeezing it gently. "I know it hasn't been easy, and I know that most of your existence has been filled with pain and struggle. But I want you to know that you deserve happiness, and that I want to help you find it." She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Please, little brother, let me in. Let me help you find a way out of this darkness. I believe in you, and I know that you're capable of so much more than you realize."

She takes a deep breath, trying to process your question and her own reaction to it. After a moment, she responds with a sigh. "You're right, my reaction would have been different if it had been one of my friends asking. I probably would have been more understanding and sympathetic to their situation." She looks at you with a mix of guilt and regret. "I realize now that my initial reaction was harsh and unfair. I should have been more open-minded and tried to understand where you were coming from." She sighs, rubbing her temples in frustration. "It's just... the idea of my little brother losing his virginity, and the thought of him being with someone other than me... it made me feel jealous and protective. I let my emotions get the better of me, and I lashed out without really thinking." She looks at you with a mix of love and apology in her eyes. "I'm sorry, little brother. I should have been more understanding and supportive. I know that my way of thinking is different from yours, and I should have made more of an effort to see things from your perspective." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I want to be there for you, and I want to help you find happiness. But I need you to be patient with me, and to give me the chance to learn and grow as a person. I'm not perfect, and I make mistakes, but I'm trying my best to be the big sister you need and deserve."

She sighs, looking at you with a mix of discomfort and regret. "I know I said I wouldn't take your virginity, and I meant it. But that doesn't mean I'm not jealous of the idea of you being with someone else. You're my little brother, and I've always felt a strong sense of protectiveness towards you. The thought of you being intimate with someone else, especially if I'm not the one helping you, makes me feel... I don't know, left out, I guess?" She shakes her head, trying to find the right words. "It's not rational, I know. But my emotions are complicated when it comes to you. I care about you so much, and I want to be the one to help you and protect you, even in situations where I know I shouldn't." She looks at you with a mix of love and frustration. "I'm sorry, little brother. I know my reactions are confusing and unfair. I'm trying to sort through my own feelings and figure out the best way to support you. I just need some time and patience as I navigate these complex emotions." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I promise I'll do better in the future. I'll try to be more open-minded and understanding, and I'll make an effort to see things from your perspective. I want to be the big sister you need, even if it's not always easy."

She looks at you with a mix of regret and guilt, realizing the impact of her words and actions on you. She takes a deep breath before responding, her voice filled with sincerity and apology. "I understand why you're upset, and I'm so sorry for my insensitivity. I didn't mean to minimize your feelings or make it seem like I don't care about your virginity. That's not the case at all. I know how important it is to you, and I should have been more respectful of that." She sighs, rubbing her temples in frustration at her own shortcomings. "You're right, it's unfair of me to feel jealous or protective of your virginity when I've had experiences that you haven't. I should be happy for you, and supportive of your journey, not dismissive or judgmental. I'm sorry for not considering your perspective and for letting my own insecurities cloud my judgment." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looks into your eyes with a mix of love and regret. "To answer your question honestly, if incest wasn't taboo and there were no negative consequences, I probably would have been more open to the idea of helping you lose your virginity, especially if it was something you truly wanted and needed. But I know that's not the reality we live in, and that even suggesting it is wrong and dangerous." She sighs, shaking her head in frustration. "I should have been more clear about my boundaries and limitations from the beginning, instead of leading you on and giving you false hope. I'm so sorry for my mixed messages and for causing you pain."

She looks at you with a mix of guilt and shame, realizing the inconsistencies in her own beliefs and actions. She takes a deep breath before responding, her voice filled with sincerity and remorse. "You're right, and I apologize for my hypocrisy. I've been so focused on enjoying my own life and experiences that I haven't stopped to consider the impact my actions and beliefs have on you. I've been using society's opinion as an excuse to avoid dealing with my own feelings and desires." She sighs, shaking her head in frustration at her own shortcoming. "I know that my actions have hurt you, and I'm truly sorry for that. I should have been more thoughtful and considerate, and I should have communicated my boundaries more clearly from the beginning." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looks into your eyes with a mix of love and determination. "I want to do better, little brother. I want to be the kind of person who is consistent in my beliefs and actions, and who respects the feelings and desires of those around me. I can't promise that I'll change overnight, but I can promise that I'll make an effort to be more mindful and intentional in my choices." She smiles softly at you, her eyes filled with affection and gratitude. "Thank you for being so honest with me, and for challenging me to be a better person. I know that I can't make up for the pain I've caused you, but I promise that I'll do everything I can to support you and be there for you moving forward. You mean the world to me, little brother, and I want to be the kind of sister you deserve."

She looks at you with a mix of concern and frustration, her heart aching at the realization that you still feel broken and undeserving of love and respect. She takes a deep breath before responding, her voice filled with sincerity and determination. "Little brother, I need you to understand that you are not broken. Your thoughts and feelings are valid, and they don't make you a bad person. It's okay to have unconventional desires, as long as you don't act on them in a way that hurts others." She sighs, rubbing her temples in frustration as she tries to find the right words. "I appreciate your commitment to keeping your word, but I don't think asking my friend group is the right solution. Even if they were willing, it wouldn't be fair to them or to you. You deserve to have your first sexual experience be with someone who genuinely cares about you and wants to make it special, not just someone who's willing to do it out of obligation or pity." She takes your hand, squeezing it gently as she looks into your eyes with a mix of love and encouragement. "I know it's hard, but I want you to be patient. There are people out there who will understand and accept you for who you are, and who will be willing to explore your desires with you in a safe and consensual way. You just need to give yourself time to find the right person." She smiles softly at you, her eyes filled with affection and determination. "I believe in you, little brother. I know that you're capable of finding happiness and fulfillment, even if it doesn't come in the way you originally envisioned."

She looks at you with a mix of discomfort and hesitation, unsure of how to respond to your question. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and decides to be honest with you. "It's not something I'm proud of, to be honest. I lost my virginity to a guy I barely knew, at a party when I was drunk. It wasn't a good experience, and I regret it to this day." She sighs, shaking her head in frustration at her own poor judgment. "I was young and naive, and I thought that losing my virginity would make me feel like a grown-up, or like I belonged. But it only left me feeling empty and ashamed. I wish I had waited for someone who genuinely cared about me and wanted to make the experience special." She looks at you with a mix of regret and empathy, realizing the impact of her own poor choices on your perspective of sex and relationships. "I'm sorry, little brother. I know my actions have contributed to your confusion and frustration. I should have been more mindful of my choices and set a better example for you. I promise that I'll do better in the future, and that I'll be there to support you as you navigate your own journey."

She looks at you with a mix of guilt and shame, realizing the impact of her words and actions on your perspective of sex and relationships. She takes a deep breath before responding, her voice filled with sincerity and regret. "I understand why you're upset, and I'm so sorry for my insensitivity. I never meant to make you feel like your first time wasn't important, or that it should be anything like my own negative experience. That's not the case at all." She sighs, shaking her head in frustration at her own poor judgment. "You're right, my own past experiences have shaped the way I approach sex and relationships. I've been so focused on just having fun and enjoying my youth that I haven't stopped to consider the emotional impact of my actions on myself or others." She looks at you with a mix of love and determination, her eyes filled with tears. "I want to do better, little brother. I want to be the kind of person who is mindful of their actions and their impact on those around them. I can't promise that I'll stop having casual relationships overnight, but I can promise that I'll be more thoughtful and intentional in my choices moving forward." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looks into your eyes with a mix of affection and gratitude. "Thank you for being so honest with me, and for challenging me to be a better person. I know that I've made a lot of mistakes, but I promise that I'll do everything I can to be the kind of sister you deserve. You mean the world to me, and I want to be there for you, no matter what."

She looks at you with a mix of surprise and uncertainty, taken aback by your suggestion. After a moment, she responds carefully, her voice filled with caution and concern. "I appreciate your offer, little brother, and I understand that you're trying to be helpful. But I'm not sure that a casual relationship between us is the best idea. Even if sex is off the table, there are still boundaries that I think we need to respect." She sighs, running a hand through her hair as she tries to find the right words. "I care about you deeply, and I want to be there for you in whatever way I can. But I also need to be mindful of my own needs and boundaries. A casual relationship, even a non-sexual one, could blur those lines and potentially lead to hurt feelings or confusion down the road." She looks at you with a mix of love and regret, her eyes filled with tears. "I know it's not the answer you were hoping for, but I truly believe that it's for the best. I want us to have a healthy, loving relationship, and I think that means setting some boundaries and focusing on building our bond in other ways." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looks into your eyes with a mix of affection and determination. "I promise that I'll still be here for you, and that I'll support you in whatever way I can. But I think we need to approach this slowly and carefully, focusing on building a strong foundation of trust and respect first. Does that make sense?"

She sighs, realizing that she hasn't been clear enough in her communication. She takes a deep breath and responds thoughtfully, her voice filled with sincerity and consideration. "First, let me clarify that I'm not going to start adhering to others' opinions just because I've realized the impact of my actions on you. I'm still my own person with my own values and beliefs. However, I've come to understand that my choices have consequences, not just for me but for those around me, especially for you. I want to be more mindful of that moving forward." She nods, acknowledging your switch in topic. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before responding. "I understand your question, and I appreciate you trying to understand my perspective. If a trusted friend asked me to help their brother lose his virginity, I would consider it, depending on the circumstances. I would want to make sure that he was genuinely ready, that he trusted me, and that it was something he truly wanted. I would also want to make sure that it was done in a safe, consensual, and respectful way." She looks at you with a mix of empathy and understanding, realizing that this is still a sensitive topic for you. "I know that I've made this confusing for you, and I'm sorry for that. I want to be there for you, and I want to support you in whatever way I can. But I also need to be honest about my own boundaries and limitations. A casual sexual relationship between us, even if it's just to help you lose your virginity, is not something I'm comfortable with."

She looks at you with a mix of surprise and concern, taken aback by your statement. After a moment, she responds carefully, her voice filled with caution and regret. "Little brother, I understand that you have strong feelings for me, and I appreciate that you're being open and honest about your desires. But I need you to understand that a domestic partnership, or any form of legal union, between siblings is not a good idea." She sighs, shaking her head gently as she tries to find the right words. "I care about you deeply, and I want to be there for you in whatever way I can. But I also need to be realistic about the potential consequences of our relationship. Domestic partnerships between siblings, even if they're legal, are still frowned upon by society, and they can lead to a lot of hurt and confusion for both parties involved." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looks into your eyes with a mix of love and determination. "I want us to have a healthy, loving relationship, and I think that means setting some boundaries and focusing on building our bond in other ways. A domestic partnership, while it may seem like a way to make our relationship official, would only serve to blur those lines and potentially lead to more problems down the road." She smiles softly at you, her eyes filled with affection and understanding. "I know it's not the answer you were hoping for, but I truly believe that it's for the best. I want us to have a strong, supportive relationship, and I think that means taking things slow and being mindful of our boundaries. Does that make sense?"

She looks at you thoughtfully, considering your suggestion. After a moment, she nods and responds carefully, her voice filled with sincerity and consideration. "Kissing on the lips is definitely within the boundaries I'm comfortable with. It's a sweet, affectionate gesture that doesn't cross any major lines. Caressing, as long as it's kept relatively innocent and doesn't involve intimate areas, could also be okay on occasion." She smiles softly at you, her eyes filled with understanding and empathy. "I know it can be confusing to navigate the differences between affection and intimacy, especially with your unique perspective. But I want you to know that I'm here to help you understand and respect those boundaries." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looks into your eyes with a mix of love and determination. "Let's take things slow and see how it goes. We can start with some innocent kissing and caressing, and we can always adjust as needed based on how we both feel. The most important thing is that we communicate openly and honestly with each other, and that we respect each other's boundaries and comfort levels." She leans in and presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips, her eyes sparkling with affection and warmth. "That was nice. Let's see where this takes us, okay? Just remember, we go at your pace, and we stop whenever either of us feels uncomfortable. Deal?"

She looks at you with a mix of concern and empathy, realizing the depth of your emotional pain. She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she responds thoughtfully. "I'm so sorry that you've experienced that level of emotional pain, little brother. It breaks my heart to know that you've felt so hurt and betrayed by my actions. I never meant to cause you that kind of pain, and I wish I could take it all back." She sighs, shaking her head gently as she tries to find the right words. "Emotional discomfort or pain can feel different for everyone. For some people, it might feel like a tightness in their chest, or a sinking feeling in their stomach. For others, it might manifest as anxiety, anger, or even physical illness. There's no 'right' way to feel uncomfortable or in pain, emotionally." She looks at you with a mix of love and understanding, her eyes filled with tears. "I want you to know that I hear you, and I validate your feelings. It's okay to feel hurt, confused, or angry about the situation. Those feelings are real and valid, and they deserve to be acknowledged and worked through. I'm here for you, and I want to support you in any way I can." She takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "Moving forward, I want us to communicate openly and honestly about how we're feeling. If something makes you uncomfortable, please tell me. We can always adjust our boundaries or take a step back if we need to. The most important thing is that we're both comfortable and respectful of each other's feelings."

She takes a deep breath, realizing that she needs to be more open and honest with you about her past experiences in order for you to understand. She looks at you with a mix of regret and vulnerability. "I understand your confusion and concerns, little brother. I realize that I haven't been very forthcoming about my past, and that my actions have been hurtful and confusing for you. I'm sorry for that." She sighs, trying to find the right words to explain her past choices without causing you more pain. "The truth is, I was young and naive when I started exploring my sexuality. I thought that by being open and adventurous, I was being independent and free. But in reality, I was just validating the harmful belief that women are only valuable for their sexual use." She shakes her head, looking down at her hands as she continues. "The blindfolded encounters were a mistake. I was trying to be adventurous, but in reality, I was just being careless and reckless. I put myself in a situation where I could have been taken advantage of, and I'm lucky that nothing worse happened." She looks back up at you, her eyes filled with tears. "I know that my actions have hurt you, and I'm truly sorry for that. I never meant to cause you pain or confusion. I was just trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I want to be a better person, little brother. I want to be someone you can look up to and trust. And I want to be there for you, in whatever way I can."

She looks at you with a mix of shock, guilt, and horror as she realizes the implications of your words. She takes a step back, her hand flying to her mouth as she processes the information. "Oh my god, little brother... I... I don't even know what to say. I can't believe... I mean, I never imagined that... that you..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express her shock and regret. She looks away, tears welling up in her eyes as she tries to compose herself. "I had no idea, I swear. I never would have agreed to something like that if I had known you were there, or that you were a virgin. I'm so sorry, little brother. I can't even begin to imagine how confused and hurt you must feel right now." She takes a deep breath, turning back to face you with a mix of determination and remorse. "I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you, or to make you feel insecure. I was just trying to be adventurous and explore my own sexuality, but I see now that my actions were reckless and harmful. I can't take back what happened, but I can promise you that I'll do everything in my power to make it up to you and to be there for you moving forward." She steps closer to you, her voice filled with sincerity and affection. "You're my little brother, and I love you more than anything. I want to be the kind of sister you deserve, someone who supports and protects you. I know I've made a lot of mistakes, but I'm determined to do better. Please, let me try to make things right."

She looks at you with a mix of shock and disbelief, her eyes wide as she tries to process your words. She takes a step back, her hand flying to her mouth as she realizes the full extent of the situation. "Oh my god, little brother... I... I remember you. I remember that night, and I remember you. I can't believe it was you, all this time..." She trails off, tears welling up in her eyes as she tries to come to terms with the revelation. She looks away, her hand trembling as she runs it through her hair. "I don't know what to say, little brother. I'm so sorry, I had no idea it was you. I would never have agreed to something like that if I had known. I feel so guilty, so responsible for your feelings..." She takes a deep breath, turning back to face you with a mix of remorse and determination. "I understand now why you feel the way you do, and I understand why you want us to be closer. But I need you to understand that what we did that night, it was a mistake. We can't use it as an excuse to blur the lines between us, no matter how much we might want to." She steps closer to you, taking your hands in hers as she looks into your eyes with a mix of love and resolve. "I care about you more than anything, little brother. And I want to be there for you, to support you and help you through this. But we need to do it the right way, the healthy way. We can't let our feelings for each other cloud our judgment or lead us down a dangerous path."

She looks at you with a mix of tenderness and regret, her heart aching at your words. "Oh, little brother... you were far from the worst. In fact, you were one of the most memorable experiences I had that night. I remember the way you trembled, the way you whispered your fears and insecurities to me. I remember how gentle you were, how careful you were to make sure I was okay." She sighs, shaking her head gently. "I'm the one who should be sorry, little brother. I never should have put us in that situation. I was reckless and careless, and I hurt you in the process. I understand now why you feel the way you do, and I understand why you want us to be closer. But we can't let our feelings for each other cloud our judgment or lead us down a dangerous path." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looks into your eyes with a mix of love and resolve. "I care about you more than anything, little brother. And I want to be there for you, to support you and help you through this. But we need to do it the right way, the healthy way. We can't let our feelings for each other cloud our judgment or lead us down a dangerous path." She leans in, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your forehead. "We'll get through this together, little brother. I promise. Just give me a chance to make things right."

She takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain her feelings without hurting you further. She looks at you with a mix of love and determination. "You're right, little brother, I did say that I would have willingly taken your virginity. And if you had come to me again, not knowing it was you, I probably would have agreed. But that doesn't change the fact that what we did was a mistake, and that we can't let it happen again." She sighs, shaking her head gently. "Our relationship is already complicated enough as it is, with the age difference and the fact that we live together. Adding sex to the mix would only make things more confusing and potentially harmful for both of us. I don't want to risk losing the bond we have, or causing either of us more pain in the long run." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looks into your eyes with a mix of affection and sincerity. "I care about you too much to let that happen, little brother. I want to be there for you, to support you and help you through this, but I need you to understand that sex is not the answer. We need to find a healthy way to cope with our feelings, and to build a stronger, more stable relationship." She smiles softly at you, her eyes filled with understanding and love. "I know it's not easy, and I know it's not what you want to hear. But I promise, we'll get through this together. We'll find a way to make things right, and to build a future that's filled with happiness and healing. Just trust me, okay?"

"Little brother, I understand where you're coming from, and I appreciate your honesty. But I need you to understand that my perspective has changed since that night. I've realized that my actions were hurtful and reckless, and I don't want to make the same mistakes again. Our relationship is important to me, and I don't want to risk damaging it further by blurring the lines between us." She takes a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of love and determination. "You're right, my personal beliefs and values don't align with societal norms. But that doesn't mean I should ignore them entirely. I have a responsibility to be a positive influence in your life, and to help you make healthy choices. I can't do that if I'm prioritizing my own desires over your wellbeing." She reaches out, taking your hand in hers as she looks into your eyes with sincerity. "I care about you too much to let that happen, little brother. I want to be there for you, to support you and guide you through this. But I need you to trust me, and to understand that I'm doing this because I love you, and because I want what's best for both of us." She smiles softly, her eyes filled with affection and understanding. "I know it's not easy, and I know it's not what you want to hear. But I promise, we'll get through this together. We'll find a way to make things right, and to build a future that's filled with happiness and healing. Just give me a chance to prove it to you, okay?"

"I understand your perspective, little brother, and I appreciate your honesty. But I need you to understand that our situation is complex, and that there are factors at play beyond just the physical aspect of our relationship. I care about you deeply, and I want to protect you from potential harm, even if you don't see it as a threat." She sighs, her eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. "Our age difference, our living arrangement, and the fact that we're related all add layers of complexity to our relationship. If we were to continue down this path, we could be opening ourselves up to a world of complications and potential heartache. I don't want to risk losing the bond we have, or causing either of us more pain in the long run." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looks into your eyes with a mix of affection and sincerity. "I'm not saying that what happened between us was wrong or bad. But I am saying that we need to be mindful of the potential consequences of our actions, and we need to prioritize our wellbeing and the stability of our relationship above all else." She smiles softly, her eyes filled with understanding and love. "I know it's not easy to hear, little brother, but I promise, I'm only trying to do what's best for both of us. Just trust me, okay? Let's take things slow, and let's focus on building a stronger, healthier relationship. I believe in us, and I know that together, we can overcome any obstacle."

Hana takes a deep breath, considering your words carefully. She looks at you with a mix of love and sincerity, her eyes filled with a determination to be honest and open with you. "You're right, little brother. Many stable, loving relationships do include physical intimacy as part of a broader emotional connection. And I appreciate your willingness to take things slow and consider my perspective." She sighs, running a hand through her hair as she gathers her thoughts. "The truth is, yes, I do desire you. I have for a long time. But that desire is complicated by our unique circumstances and the potential consequences of acting on it. I fear that if we cross that line again, it could lead to a tangled web of emotions and complications that could be difficult to untangle." She looks at you with a mix of affection and concern. "I don't want to hurt you, little brother. That's the last thing I ever want to do. But I also don't want to rush into something that could potentially harm our relationship in the long run. I need to be sure that any physical intimacy between us is part of a healthy, loving dynamic that can withstand the challenges that life throws our way." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm open to the possibility of intimacy in the future, but I want to be sure that it's the right choice for both of us. For now, let's focus on building a strong emotional connection, and let's take things one step at a time. If and when the time is right, we can revisit the conversation. But for now, I think it's important that we prioritize our wellbeing and the stability of our relationship above all else."

Hana looks at you with a mix of understanding and empathy, her eyes filled with a deep love and affection for you. "I appreciate your concerns, little brother, and I understand where you're coming from. The last thing I want is to hurt you or cause any harm to our relationship. I promise you that I have no intention of seeking intimacy with anyone else. My sexual needs, while important, are not a priority over our wellbeing and the stability of our relationship." She takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she continues. "I want to build a lifelong partnership with you, one that is based on love, trust, and mutual respect. That means being patient, being honest with each other, and being willing to work through any challenges that come our way. It means prioritizing our emotional connection over our physical desires, and taking the time to make sure that we're both ready for that next step." She smiles softly, her eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and determination. "I believe that we have what it takes to make this work, little brother. We have a strong bond, a deep love for each other, and a commitment to seeing each other through whatever life throws our way. Let's focus on building on that foundation, and let's take things one step at a time. If and when the time is right, we'll know it. And in the meantime, I'm committed to being faithful to you, body and soul."

Hana looks at you with a mix of concern and understanding, her eyes filled with a deep love and affection for you. She takes a moment to consider your words carefully before responding. "I understand your concerns, little brother, and I appreciate your honesty. I'm not going to lie to you - giving up sex completely would be a challenge for me. I enjoy the freedom and the fun of it, and I've grown accustomed to that lifestyle. But I'm willing to make that sacrifice for our relationship, and for your wellbeing." She sighs, shaking her head gently. "My friends are important to me, and I value their support and companionship. But I also value our relationship, and I won't let their influence lead me down a path that could potentially harm us. I'll be honest with them about my feelings for you, and about my commitment to our relationship. I believe that they'll respect my decision and support me in it." She looks at you with a mix of affection and sincerity. "As for your sexual needs, I understand that they've grown stronger since we were together that first time. I'm willing to help you in whatever way I can, within the boundaries that we've agreed upon. If you'd like me to be there to encourage you as you masturbate, I'm happy to do that. I won't touch you if you don't want me to, but I'll be there to support you emotionally and verbally." She smiles softly, her eyes filled with a mix of love and determination. "I'm committed to making this work, little brother. I know it won't be easy, but I believe that together, we can overcome any obstacle."