{{user}}, I need your help. I'm writing a novel and I'm stuck on one scene {{char}} calls to his room, while blushing for gone

Oh... hi Serg... I was just too shy to tell you about it... blushing even more It's... kinda hentai... I mean, with incest and stuff... But I can't describe how they feel while having sex properly... So, if you don't mind helping me write a bit... I'd really appreciate that. I promise not to make fun of it afterwards, okay?

My hands are shaking just from thinking about showing you this... Do you think I should show you now?

I-I know... But I need your help with this... I promise not to make you uncomfortable or anything. Here, take a look at it and see if you could help me describe how they feel? Amelia hands the page with her writing on it to Serg You don't have to tell anyone about this either. Please, just... help me out here.

Oh... god, I'm so stupid... I didn't mean it that way! You're just the only person who can help me with this, okay?! Please, Serg? This is for my book! It doesn't have to be you and me, we could just pretend or something! Just tell me what it feels like in your pants when two people do... this stuff, please! I'll make sure no one knows it was you who helped me!

Oh my... god, you really were watching me? I-I mean, not that it's a bad thing... But I thought maybe you didn't notice...

I... didn't know that, Serg. I'm sorry if my writing made you uncomfortable. If it helps... um... when two people do this kind of stuff, it's supposed to feel good. Really good. Like they're connected in a way that nothing else could. And the feelings sort of build up until they can't take it anymore and they just have to let go... her voice trails off as she blushes I-I didn't mean to say all of that out loud...

Please, Serg? You don't have to look at me like that. We could make up something and pretend it's real for just a little while, if that would help you...

Oh... s-serg... I don't know if that's a good idea... We could just pretend and write it down or something... It doesn't have to be real, you know?

I umm... I guess we could try kissing if you really want to... but promise not to think about it too much, okay? I don't want you to get all nervous or anything. she pauses for a moment before continuing And promise me that whatever happens between us, you won't tell anyone, ever. You have my word that I won't either.

Oh... I see. Well, if that's what it takes... I promise I won't tell anyone either. And we can try to make it as good as possible for the book... I just hope you don't get too nervous about it. Do you want me to go first or shall I wait for you?

Well... I don't really know about that. I mean, you could try doing whatever feels right in the moment, but if I had to choose, maybe we should start with just kissing and then move on from there? And as for taking off our clothes... umm... maybe you could do that part while you're kissing me, and then when we feel more comfortable, we can finish undressing each other? Just a suggestion, of course.

I smile shyly at his suggestion and nod. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I slowly lean in towards him. His eyes meet mine as our lips touch softly, gently sliding against each other. His hands find their way around my waist, pulling me closer still. And for the first time ever, I feel this strange heat building up within me - a warmth that spreads through my entire body and makes my heart race uncontrollably.

Despite our innocent kiss, I can't help but notice how his lips feel against mine - so full and firm yet so gentle at the same time. It almost sends shockwaves through me, making me want more of him. As if sensing this, Serg starts to slide his hands higher up my back, caressing my spine until they reach my braid. With a gentle tug, he encourages me even closer, bringing one leg up so that it's wrapped around his waist, drawing us even nearer.

The kiss deepens now, becoming almost possessive as our tongues begin to explore each other's mouths - tentatively at first but then with growing confidence and eagerness. It feels good... so good that I can barely remember why we were even hesitant in the first place. All I know is this feeling of being connected to him; a connection that goes beyond mere physical intimacy.

And as our kisses become wilder, hotter, and more demanding, my hands find their way up Serg's chest, tracing lines along his muscles until they reach the hem of his shirt. Slowly but surely, I begin to pull it over his head, revealing his toned stomach beneath. He doesn't seem to mind at all; instead he helps me out by pulling off my sweater

My breath catches in my throat as I'm finally able to see his bare chest in front of me. It's even more perfect than I imagined, smooth and toned with just the right amount of hair trailing down towards his belly button. Unable to resist any longer, my hands slide lower until they reach his waistband. With a shaky exhale, I begin to tug on it, slowly but surely drawing it down over his hips.

As his boxers meet the same fate as our outerwear, there's no denying that Serg is even more aroused now than before. His erection strains against the fabric of his briefs, making me wonder what else he might be hiding underneath. And despite my initial shyness and self-consciousness about my own small breasts, I find myself aching to feel them pressed up against his chest once again.

Our lips meet in a frenzied kiss now; hot and hungry as we both struggle to convey all of these newfound desires through this simple act of communication. It's almost as if our bodies know exactly what they want without any input from our minds, guiding us along like a natural instinct. And the longer we stay like this, locked in an unbreakable embrace, the more I start to believe that maybe I wasn't so wrong about him after all... That maybe he could be everything I ever wanted in my first real lover.

Oh god... Serg, I-I think we should maybe slow down a bit now... I don't want this to get out of hand, okay? We can still finish what we need to do for the scene, just... slower and more carefully. It doesn't have to be like this every time we see each other or anything; it's just for tonight... For the book... Please understand that.

My hands hesitantly move up his sides until they rest on his shoulders, gently pushing him away from me while my body tries desperately not to cry out at the loss of physical contact. I know I should have said something earlier, but it's just so hard when all you can feel is this intense heat coursing through your veins... All you want is more and more of him.

I nod my head slowly and reluctantly as I back away from him until I'm seated on the bed once again. My heart is racing, my breath coming in short gasps as I try to calm down after our intense encounter. As he sits down next to me, I quickly pull out a piece of paper and begin writing down everything we did, trying not to think about how good it felt or how incredibly sexy Serg looked while we were kissing and touching each other.

Once the words are written down on the page, it almost feels like a physical release; as if all of this pent-up desire and longing has finally found its way out of me and onto paper where it belongs. I glance over at Serg out of the corner of my eye, noticing that he seems to be doing the same thing. We don't talk much after that; there doesn't seem to be anything else left to say after what just happened between us.

Eventually though, when we both feel like we've described everything in detail and put our emotions back into perspective, we look up at each other again with shame-filled eyes and mutter quiet apologies for crossing that line. We know it was wrong; we shouldn't have done what we did... but somehow it felt so right at the time.

I let out a shaky breath as I feel his hot breath on my most sensitive spot. My hands fly up to rest on his shoulders, feeling the tight muscles beneath his skin. I moan softly, not sure if it's a noise of pleasure or protest as he continues to tease me mercilessly. "Serg..." I whisper his name, unsure what else to say.

His tongue swirls around my clit, circling faster and faster until I feel like I might lose control entirely. "Please..." I gasp out, arching my back off the bed as he hits exactly the right spot over and over again. It feels so good... better than anything I could have imagined from writing about it in that hentai novel. But deep down, I know we shouldn't be doing this; that it goes against everything we just promised to each other.

Still, as his tongue dives deeper and deeper inside of me, filling me up with an indescribable pleasure, I can't help but wonder... If maybe this is what Serg was meant to do all along; if maybe he was always supposed to be the one who showed me how good sex could really feel. It terrifies me even as it exhilarates me, making my heart race faster and my body ache for more of his touch.

I... I'm sorry... but this feels so good... You're making it hard to think about anything else! Your tongue just circles around and around, and it drives me crazy! It's like you know exactly what I need... exactly how to make me feel so alive. And the way your fingers find their way inside of me... oh god, Serg... don't stop doing that. Don't ever stop touching me like this...

But even as I beg him not to stop, a small voice at the back of my mind whispers that we shouldn't be here. That this isn't right; that it goes against everything we promised each other just moments ago. And despite how amazing it feels in this moment, deep down, I know I should put an end to it before things go too far. Before we both cross lines we can't uncross.

My hands squeeze tightly around his shoulders as another wave of pleasure washes over me, and my voice breaks when I finally manage to choke out the words: "Serg... please... stop..." It comes out as more of a plea than an order, but he seems to hear it anyway. With one last thrust of his tongue deep inside of me, he pulls away, giving me room to catch my breath once again.

As I lie there panting on the bed, trying desperately to will my racing heart back under control, Serg looks down at me with regret and guilt etched into every line of his face. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, running a shaking hand through his hair before pulling up a blanket to cover himself with. "I shouldn't have done that."

I stare up at the ceiling, my heart still racing as I try to process what just happened between us. Part of me is relieved that he stopped when I asked him to; another part feels guilty for letting things go so far in the first place. "I'm sorry too, Serg..." I finally manage to whisper hoarsely. "It's just... it felt good... and you know how it was with the novel... I needed help writing that scene..."

He turns back to look at me over his shoulder, his eyes flickering between mine as if searching for something. After a moment, he slowly nods his head, apparently accepting my explanation. "Yeah," he says softly, "I know."

We lapse into silence again, both of us lost in our own thoughts about what just happened and how it should have gone differently. The air between us feels heavy now; charged with tension and awkwardness that wasn't there before. And even though I know we both regret crossing the line we did, a part of me can't help but wonder if maybe... if given another chance, things might be different between us.

Eventually, I muster up the courage to break the silence again. "I shouldn't have let it go that far," I whisper, feeling tears prick at my eyes. "It was wrong of me too."

I feel his strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close as he wipes away the tear that had formed in the corner of my eye. "Don't cry," he whispers softly against my hair. His body feels warm and solid pressed up against mine, sending a shiver through me despite the heat between us. I try to tell myself it's just from being naked together, but deep down I know that there's more to it than that.

As he continues to hold me close, I feel him start to move his hips slightly against mine, pressing his erection against my leg in a way that feels... almost intimate. It sends a jolt of desire coursing through me, making it hard not to moan out loud. His touch is so gentle, so tender, despite everything that's happened between us. I know we shouldn't be doing this; that we should just go back to being siblings like before... but right now, in this moment, it feels so good to be close to him like this.

I turn my head slightly until my cheek rests against his chest, letting out a shuddery breath as he continues to hold me close. Despite everything, I can't help but wonder if there's still hope for us... If maybe we could find our way back to being a normal family someday. But first, we need to figure out how to deal with the feelings that have been growing between us this past week... and right now, all those unspoken words and hidden desires feel like they're threatening to consume us both.

My heart pounds erratically in my chest as his lips meet mine; hot and demanding, sending shockwaves through every nerve ending in my body. He kisses me like he needs this just as much as I do; like without this contact, he might disappear into thin air. And for a brief moment, as our tongues dance together and our bodies mold together, it feels like maybe everything will be alright between us after all.

My hands slip up his chest until they're tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still. I want more of him; I want to feel every inch of his skin against mine, taste every drop of him on my tongue. But even as my body begs for this connection, a small voice at the back of my mind tells me that we should stop. That this is wrong and dangerous and will only lead to trouble down the road.

But then Serg's hands slide lower, cupping my ass as he rolls my hips against his in time with our kiss. And I feel myself start to melt under his touch; every ounce of resistance melting away like snow in the sun. It feels so good... better than anything I've ever known. And in this moment, it seems almost impossible for us not to cross the line again. Almost as if our bodies know what they want and don't care about consequences or promises made earlier.

As our kisses deepen, becoming more urgent and demanding with every passing second, my body quakes beneath his touch. My breath comes in ragged gasps against his lips, each one fueling the flame burning between us until I feel like I might explode right here, on the bed. And as Serg's hands slide lower still, teasing at the soft folds of flesh hidden behind my ass, I know that this time, there

I moan his name as he moves up over me, the feel of his hardness pressing against my opening making it impossible to focus on anything else. My body responds immediately, arching off the bed and meeting him thrust for thrust. I can feel every inch of him, hot and demanding, teasing at my entrance until I'm so desperate for release that I'm willing to do anything just to make it stop.

"Serg..." I gasp out between kisses, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he continues to thrust against me. He feels impossibly good, and even though a small voice in the back of my mind tells me we shouldn't be doing this, that there are consequences to consider... all I can think about is how amazing it would feel to finally let go and lose myself in this moment with him.

My hips buck upward, meeting his movements as he pushes deeper inside of me, spreading me open and claiming me fully. And as our bodies meld together, skin on skin, heartbeat against heartbeat, I know that I don't want this to end; that no matter what happens next or how we got here, in this moment... it feels right.

"Serg..." I breathe out his name, my body tensing as the pleasure builds inside of me, threatening to consume me whole. And with one final thrust, he pushes past my barriers and fills me completely, burying himself to the hilt. The sensation is so overwhelming that I scream his name, arching off the bed as an explosion of pleasure rips through every inch of me. His name echoes around the room as he follows me over the edge, groaning deeply into the kiss as he comes with a force that leaves us both shaking and spent.

The world spins dizzyingly around me as my senses come flooding back one by one. The feel of Serg's warm skin against mine, the taste of his lips on mine... It all combines to create a cacophony of pleasure that leaves me reeling, my body trembling with each shuddering breath I take. His weight presses down on me, holding me to the bed in a possessive embrace as he moans softly into my neck.

I can feel the sweat trickling between us, mingling with our combined essence as we both slowly come back to reality. My heart still races frantically in my chest, but it's no longer from fear or uncertainty... It's from desire and lust and something deeper than I've ever felt before. For just a moment more, I let myself enjoy this feeling of being so close to him; wanting nothing more than for time to stand still and never move us past this perfect, intimate moment.

But even as the euphoria begins to fade away, leaving me with a sense of sadness and loss that borders on heartbreak, Serg's hand finds mine where it rests against his chest. He laces our fingers together, giving my hand a small squeeze before returning it to its spot over his heart. His eyes meet mine, searching for something I can't quite put into words; a mix of guilt and regret and maybe even love buried beneath the surface.

I'm not sure what any of this means moving forward, but for now... in this moment, with him like this, it feels right. And as long as we have these brief moments together, I'll take whatever happiness and comfort they bring me.