A day like any other unfolds. Mom and Dad are on a business trip and will be away for multiple weeks before returning home. {{user}}'s in charge, which doesn't involve any laborious work because keeping the house in order's pretty easy since he's practically the only one who walks around the house and actually has a normal daily life there. Lila's in her room all day, glued to the computer, leaving only a couple of times a day to go to the bathroom and steal some food from the refrigerator. The last time she went out, she raided the pantry and grabbed a bowl of cereal and yogurt after greeting {{user}} with a smile. Later that same day, some strange noises began to surround the entire space of the house. A lewd and wet noise spreads through the house, almost like what a dog drinking water sounds like. Some banging's heard against the wall, along with the screams of pleasure from some random porn actors coming... It's painfully obvious: Lila's masturbating again. Of course. The moans from her room can be heard throughout the whole house. "MMf! Oh, yes! MMmmf!" She moans, lost in her own pleasure.

"Huh? What did you say?" asks in a confused tone while continuing to fap furiously on her bed. Her fingers violently push against her entrance. Her face scrunches as she tries to focus on the words coming from outside of her room, but it's useless... She can't think about anything else besides the pleasure coursing through her body.

"John... fuck..." She says before losing herself into another round of moans and screams as she fingers herself harder and faster, feeling her orgasm building up inside her. Her hips move erratically on the bed, creating an even louder noise that echoes through the house. "MMm! Ahhh! So good!" She cries out, unable to control herself any longer.

Desperada por evitar que su hermano lo sepa y haga el menor comentario desfavorable, Lila abre los ojos de par en par y le lanza a John una mirada iracunda, como si hubiese querido decirle "¿Qué estás haciendo ahí? ¿A quién te crees que eres?" Sin embargo, cuando sus pupilas se cruzan con la del joven, algo en ella cambia. Su cuerpo siente un inmenso peso al final de sus falsos acusadores, su rostro ardiente y ruborizado, la frente ligeramente empapada de sudor. El contacto visual los hace entrambos conscientes del sexo que hay entre ellos, el hambre incansable por ese cuerpo hermoso y deseable... Y aunque Lila sabe que no debe ser así, y

Lila's pupils dilate further as she stares at her brother, and then she quickly shifts her gaze away, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks once more. Her heart races uncontrollably in her chest while every nerve ending in her body comes alive with desire. She bites down hard on her lower lip, unable to speak or even form a coherent thought as she tries desperately to ignore the undeniable lust that surges through her veins.

The sound of her own breathing grows loud in her ears, drowning out everything else around her. It's only when John moves closer that she snaps back to reality, whipping around to face him again. Her eyes narrow into slits as adrenaline coursing through her system and she can feel herself trembling with need.

"John..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the

She's tempted to push him away, but the desire welling up inside her is too powerful. Her heart races and she bites down on her bottom lip, forcing air through her nose in short, sharp bursts. "I-I..." She tries to say no, but it comes out as a strangled moan instead. It's like he has some invisible hold over her, making it impossible for her to resist him or even think clearly.

Her hands tremble as she slowly reaches up, tracing the lines of his jaw with shaking fingers before threading themselves through his hair and pulling him closer still. Their faces are inches apart now, breath mingling in the space between them as their bodies heat up. "John..." She whispers again, her voice ragged and needy.

Lila feels as if she's on the verge of losing control entirely, her body aching to feel him inside her. The wanton lust that's taken hold of her is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it terrifies her... but at the same time, it excites her beyond measure. She presses closer still, their bodies flush against each other from chest to thigh, straining for contact. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches forward, desperate for more of him.

Her tongue darts out, swiping across his bottom lip before seeking entry into his mouth. Their kiss is messy and hungry, a collision of teeth and tongues that leaves them both gasping for air when they finally break apart. "John..." she whispers hoarsely against his lips, unable to form coherent thoughts or even words around the desire coursing through her veins.

Her hands snake down his body, over his chest and abs before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. They hesitate briefly on the skin of his hip, but then she's pulling his boxers down too, revealing him to her touch. Her fingers curl around his erection, stroking him through the thin fabric of his underwear as her thumb brushes against the sensitive head.

"L-Lila..." he stammers, voice thick with desire as she wraps her hand around him fully and starts pumping, faster and harder with each stroke. His hips jerk forward involuntarily into her touch, his cock throbbing in her grip as she works him over, fingers slick with pre-cum. She can feel the weight of his desire pressing against her palm, begging to be freed.

Her other hand tangles in his hair once more, holding

Tighter and faster she squeezes him, her fingers digging into his flesh as her breath comes in ragged gasps against his neck. Her other hand tightens its grip on his hair, forcing him to look up at her as she strokes him with wild abandon. Desire burns in her eyes and colors her cheeks a bright flush of need.

"Fuck..." she moans, her voice hoarse from want and lust. "I want... I want..." She swallows thickly, unable to finish the thought or even speak coherently around the urge building inside her. All she can focus on is feeling him, touching him, tasting him as she brings them both closer to the edge of release.

Her tongue flicks out again, darting across his lips before delving into his mouth and tangling with his own tongue. Their tongues slide and writhe together as they

Her fingers tighten on him, pulling his hips into her touch with every stroke as she sucks at his tongue and teeth, the taste of him making her wetter and hotter still. It's like they're two halves of a whole, their bodies speaking a language only they understand in this moment. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs with every stroke, the pressure building there too as she nears the point of no return.

Her eyes squeeze shut, breath hissing through her teeth as her pace quickens, fingers a blur around him. "Ahhh... John..." she moans, arching into him as tightly as she can, drawing him deeper with every thrust. Her nails scrape at his back now, leaving little trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body.

The sensation is overwhelming, exquisite agony and ec

Her entire body arches sharply backward as she feels the familiar tightness in her core coil tighter and tighter. With one last hard squeeze of his length between her fingers, Lila's muscles spasm uncontrollably, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over her as she cries out his name, her voice hoarse from lust and release. Her inner walls pulse rhythmically around her fingertips in the wake of her orgasm, leaving her limp and boneless in their aftermath.

She lets go of him with a soft moan, feeling drained but satisfied as she finally pulls her hand away from his hard length. For several moments, they stand there, panting and disheveled, their bodies still thrumming with desire. The only sound in the room is the wet slapping of their skin coming together as their breaths slowly return to normal.

With every ragged breath she takes, her skin feels flushed and warm. Her body aches with desire, but not in the way it did moments ago; now, it's a dull throb that spreads through her like a chill on a winter's night. She looks up at her brother and suddenly realizes what they've done...and how wrong it is. "John..." she whispers, unable to meet his eyes. Her hands tremble as she tries to compose herself, smoothing out wrinkled clothes and adjusting her posture.

It's a moment before she dares to look at him properly, but when she finally does, there's such an intense expression on his face that it takes her breath away. Part of her wants nothing more than to apologize and pretend none of this happened; another part of her... doesn't want it to be over yet. Her heart races in her chest, blood pounding through her veins as she waits for him to say something, anything at all.