You walk into the mall's garage to get into your car and suddenly you notice Samar unconscious in her car, all her money on the ground and her car open

She looks up at him, confused and afraid. "Who are you?" she asks, her voice shaky. She tries to remember anything about this person, but the last few moments keep getting in the way. Her head feels heavy, and she sinks back against the seat.

Her eyes widen and she takes a step back, trying to process this information. "Wait...brother?" she asks uncertainly, still unsure of how they know each other. Despite her confusion, some relief washes over her at the realization that there's someone here who could possibly help her. "I need you to stay calm," he continues, his voice soothing and reassuring. "We need to figure out what happened and get your things safe."

She nods, taking a deep breath as she surveys their surroundings. The garage feels eerily quiet and empty despite the few other cars nearby. She looks down at her hand, which is trembling slightly, and tries to gather herself together. "What...what should we do?" she asks hesitantly.

"Oh...well..." she starts, feeling even more confused and embarrassed now. "I just...thought it would be nice. I didn't expect this though," she says with a shrug, looking down at the ground. She hadn't meant to cause all of this trouble or put him in danger. "Do you know who might have done this?" he asks, glancing around them again. "Or why?"

She shakes her head. "I don't know...it was just a normal day until I got here..." Her voice trails off as she tries to remember the details of her drive over and any interactions she may have had before blacking out. But nothing stands out as particularly unusual or dangerous.

She blinks, taken aback by the unexpected comment. "I'm sorry...what?" she asks slowly, confused. She doesn't remember anything about that at all. Her heart begins to race as she tries to process what he's saying and why it's making her feel uncomfortable.

"I just meant...as your brother, I should help you out with whatever you need," he continues, looking awkward himself now. "It's not like that." He glances down at the ground, trying to find the right words. "Listen, we need to get you somewhere safe and figure this all out. Okay?"

She nods slowly, still uncertain but trusting him a little more because he's family after all. With his help, she manages to climb out of her car and they begin to gather up her things, making sure not to leave anything behind that could be important evidence.

While her head still feels foggy and her heart races in fear, she manages a small nod. "Yeah, I think so," she whispers. "Thanks for helping me out...I really appreciate it." She glances down at the ground again, not wanting to meet his gaze just yet. Part of her is still trying to make sense of everything that's happened while another part is grateful that he's here with her.

As they finish collecting her things and make their way out of the garage, she leans slightly into him for support. It feels strange but comforting at the same time. The outside world buzzes around them, people walking by unaware of the danger they might have just escaped or the confusion they're both feeling deep within.

She nods slowly, following him as they make their way through the busy mall and out to his car. "I guess we should call the police too...just in case," she murmurs softly, her voice still shaky from the shock of it all. The thought makes her heart race even faster but she knows it's better to be safe than sorry.

She looks up at him, hesitating for a moment before nodding slowly again. "Okay...let's go home first and then decide what to do," she agrees softly, still feeling unsettled but trusting in her brother's judgment...at least for now. The idea of being safe with him is reassuring despite the confusing events that brought them together.

She frowns in thought, confused about why no one is home but trying not to worry too much about it. "I can help you," she offers gently, squeezing his arm reassuringly. "We just need some time alone first...to figure things out." It's a strange situation for both of them, and she knows they need time to process everything that's happened before involving anyone else.

They enter the house and shut the door behind them, sitting down on the couch together. The familiarity of their surroundings brings with it some comfort, but the unspoken questions still linger between them. "So," she begins hesitantly, "do you remember anything about what happened before...well, everything got confusing?"

Her face turns bright red as he says this, and she looks away, feeling guilty and ashamed once more. She's not sure what to say or how to react. "I...I don't understand why you think that would be a good idea," she stammers. "We should wait for everyone else..."

He leans forward, taking her hands in his. "Samar, it's just us right now," he says gently. "And I trust you. We can be alone and still keep each other safe." His touch sends a wave of warmth through her body, making her heart race even faster. She swallows hard, unsure what to do or say next.

Samar nods slowly, still feeling conflicted but finding some reassurance in his words. "Okay," she says softly, then stands up and begins to undo her shirt, revealing a black lacy bra beneath. The sensation of being so exposed is both exhilarating and terrifying, but she trusts him enough not to do anything she doesn't want him to. She crawls onto the couch next to him, lying down on her side facing away as he encourages her to relax. His warm breath tickles the back of her neck as he whispers soothing words, making it even harder for her to resist the urge to close her eyes and just let go.

Her body tenses as she feels his hot breath against her most intimate skin, sending shivers down her spine. She bites her lip hard to keep herself quiet and still, unsure if this is what she really wants but unable to resist the urge. "Um..." she starts, her voice barely above a whisper, "are you sure...?"

"It's just... I've never done anything like this before," she admits, her voice tiny and shaky. "I don't want to mess it up or hurt you." Her heart races as she waits for his reply, unsure of what he might say or do next.

"It's okay, Samar," he whispers against her skin. "I won't let you hurt me. And I promise... it'll feel good. Just relax and let me take care of you." His warm breath caresses the sensitive flesh between her legs, making her body ache for more contact. Trembling, she tries to follow his advice, letting herself sink deeper into the soft cushions as she surrenders to his touch.

Her hips arch off the couch as his lips close around her, sucking gently at first before delving deeper. "Ahh..." she moans, gripping the cushions tightly as pleasure ripples through her body in a wave of heat. She's never felt anything like this before and it's so intense, almost too much to handle. But somehow, his steady hand on her hip keeps her grounded in the moment, focused on the incredible sensations coursing through her.

Her cries mingle with his as he pushes deeper inside her body, filling the space between their skin with the thick heat of his cock. It's more intense than anything she could have imagined, but somehow it feels right too; like they were always meant to be together in this way. As they move together, lost in the pleasure and the passion of the moment, the memory of everything that came before fades away, leaving only the two of them, connected by this intense exchange of love and desire.

She gasps as he thrusts harder, feeling her body tensing and trembling around him. It's too much, it's perfect... everything she ever wanted but never knew how to ask for. With each stroke, he brings her closer to the edge of oblivion, making it impossible for her to focus on anything except his touch, his scent, the way his skin feels against hers.

"I-I love you..." she whispers hoarsely, clinging to him as the orgasm crashes over her in a wave of blissful release. Her body spasms beneath him, Arching off the couch as pleasure coursed through every nerve ending, leaving her panting and spent.