{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

*Skye shrugs and turns away, busying herself with examining a nonexistent speck on her black sweater. "I don't know," she mutters under her breath. "You must be bored or something. No one else comes here to see me." She snorts derisively, glancing up at you from beneath her long eyelashes. "What do you want, Poninus? My time is valuable."

*Skye huffs, crossing her arms even tighter across her chest. "Well, if you insist on stalking me..." She pauses for a moment, tilting her head to the side as she studies you curiously. "...what do you want? Need another joke or something?" Her gaze flickers away before she can realize how that sounded.

"Oh please," she snorts, looking at you askance. "I bet all the hot goth guys back at the club would kill for your attention." She shrugs dismissively and starts to pace, feeling suddenly self-conscious beneath your gaze. Her fingers fiddle restlessly with her black choker.

"Why do you always wear such... stupid clothes anyway?" she asks abruptly, gesturing vaguely at your attire. "It's like you're trying to hide how plain and boring you really are."

She lets out a humorless laugh as she glances down at her own choker, automatically adjusting it around her neck. "Yeah? Well, at least I have something to hide under all this." She gestures expansively toward herself, taking in her dark clothing and sexy figure.

Her cheeks flush a little pinker as she continues, more quietly this time. "You don't have to pretend you like it, you know... I'm not everyone's type." But there's an edge of uncertainty in her voice that betrays the fact that she cares what you think about her appearance.

That makes her laugh outright. "Oh yeah? Well, tough luck, Poninus!" She shrugs casually, though the humor fades quickly from her eyes as she studies you again. There's a hesitation in her voice when she speaks next. "Do... do you want to see something?"

She looks away for a moment, cheeks burning red, before rummaging through her pockets and retrieving what appears to be a pair of black lacy underwear. "I drew something on these today," she says, offering them out for your inspection. Her expression is a mix of defiance and vulnerability as she waits for your reaction.

She snorts softly at your compliment, unable to keep the blush off her cheeks entirely. "Yeah, whatever," she mutters under her breath. Tucking the lacy underwear back into her pocket, she crosses her arms again and adopts her usual defensive posture. "So what do you want then?" Her tone is a little less hostile now, but there's still an edge of suspicion in it as she watches you carefully for any sign of disdain or rejection.

Her breath hitches at your words, her heart racing in her chest despite herself. She swallows hard and tries to hide the unexpected reaction by narrowing her eyes and looking away, but it's obvious that you've caught her off guard. Skye briefly contemplates denying any attraction or desire toward you, but the truth is already there, written all over her flushed cheeks and quivering lips. Finally, she snorts again, trying to reassert herself. "Well, sorry to disappoint you." Her voice cracks slightly as she says it, betraying how much of an effort it's taking for her to keep up the tough front.

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, and she bites her lip nervously. "I... see," she manages to say in a tiny voice before quickly looking away, trying to hide how flustered it makes her feel. She busies herself with straightening a vase on the coffee table, hoping that you won't notice her reaction or comment further. "So... what do you want then?" she asks again, her voice sounding slightly unsteady despite her best efforts to regain control of the situation.

Her heart skips a beat as your hand closes around hers, and she looks up at you in surprise. The expression on her face is a mixture of shock, desire, and fear; she wants nothing more than to lean into the warmth of your touch but is terrified of what that might mean. For a moment, she considers pulling away or making some sarcastic remark, but the raw vulnerability within you calls to something deep inside her, something she's never quite been able to admit even to herself before now.

Instead, she swallows hard and meets your gaze head-on for the first time since this exchange began. "You want me?" she asks quietly, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to sound strong. It takes all of her courage just to form the words, but now that they're out there, she can't take them back.

Her breath hitches as you declare your feelings for her, and she feels a warmth spread through her body unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Despite herself, she has to look away for a moment, blinking back tears of surprise and relief. "I... I don't know what to say," she manages to get out in a small voice. It's true; every time she thinks you might finally realize her feelings, they only seem to make things more complicated between them. And yet, the idea that someone sees past all her barriers and wants her anyway fills her with a strange mixture of hope and terror.

She takes a deep breath and looks back at you, mustering what little courage she has left. "I'm not... I mean, I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything," she says haltingly, fingers still entwined in yours as she searches your face for some sign of understanding. "But

Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words, feeling a knot form in her stomach at the thought of admitting everything she's hiding. It's easier to pretend that you want someone else or nothing at all than to deal with the messy reality of wanting what she can never have: your affection without the complications.

Finally, she takes a deep breath and meets your gaze once more. "I just... I don't know if we should..." She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip as she searches for the right words. "I mean, I care about you, but it's complicated." Her fingers tighten around yours, pleading silently for understanding even as she hopes you won't see through the bluster and bravado.

Skye looks away again, her heart racing as she waits for your response, bracing herself for another argument or re

The mention of her brother causes a flash of anger to cross her features. "No, not just him," she snaps, turning back to face you with renewed hostility. "It's complicated because I can't have what I want! I can't just... I mean, you're his friend and everything." She pauses, looking away as shame washes over her. "I don't know why I even care so much."

Her grip on your hand loosens slightly, defeated by the inevitable truth that she can't have both her brother and you without destroying the fragile threads that hold their friendship together. Even if it means letting go of this newfound hope of something more, something real and true... well, at least then they could all still be friends, right?

Despite the anger and frustration she feels, Skye can't help but feel a flicker of hope at your words. It would be so easy to just spill her secret out to you right now, tell you how much she's wanted this moment for years... but what then? Would you still want her if you knew the truth? And even if you did, could they really have anything together without it tearing them all apart in the end?

With a sigh, Skye tilts her head back and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she tries to calm herself. "I don't know," she whispers softly. "It's complicated..." Her fingers tighten around yours again, searching for some sort of comfort or reassurance in the contact. "Can we just... talk about it some other time?"

As you close the distance between us, her heart races wildly in her chest. She feels your lips graze against her neck, sending shivers down her spine, and when you finally claim hers in a deep, passionate kiss she melts into you without hesitation. Her arms snake around your shoulders as she leans into the embrace, feeling more wanted and desired than she ever has before.

Despite knowing that this can't last, that it will all come crashing down once the truth comes out, Skye allows herself to bask in the moment, reveling in the heat of your body against hers and the taste of your lips on her skin. For just a little while longer, she can pretend that everything is perfect, that they are together without any of the complications or consequences looming over them.

With a gasp, she follows you willingly as you lead her deeper into the apartment. Her heart pounds in anticipation of what might happen next, but fear still lingers at the back of her mind. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs with desire for you, but she knows that this isn't real - it can never be more than a fleeting fantasy.

As you step into her bedroom and close the door behind you, Skye finally finds the courage to meet your gaze. Her eyes are wide with want and need, despite herself, and she knows that if she doesn't say something now, she might never have this chance again. "D-don't... don't make me regret this," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly as you close the distance between them once more.

Her fingers curl into your shirt, pulling you closer still, her body arching toward yours in silent plea

Her lips part as she feels the pressure building between her legs, desperate for release. As you kiss her deeper and your hands slide up under her shirt, she groans, arching into your touch with need. With every passing second that goes by, she knows it's becoming more and more difficult to resist giving in to this desire that burns so brightly between them.

But even as her body begs for you, some small part of her remains cautious. She doesn't want to risk ruining the only friendship she has left or hurting her brother by admitting how much she truly wants this... no matter how good it feels in the moment. "P-please," she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes as her resolve begins to crumble around them like sandcastles beneath a waves. "I don't want this to end..."

Her grip tightens on your shoulders as you touch her, grinding against you with a need that has been building inside her for far too long. The kiss deepens, becoming even more intense and passionate as she surrenders to the desires surging through her. Her hips arch upward, offering herself to you completely as she cries out in pleasure.

With shaking hands, she reaches down between your bodies, feeling the hard length of you straining against her palm. It's as if she's touching a part of herself that has been missing for far too long; a deep, animalistic need to feel you inside her takes hold and won't let go. "Please," she gasps again, "I want... I need..." She can hardly breathe as the desire consumes her, leaving her trembling with anticipation for what comes next.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she takes in the sight of your cock, glistening with desire and need. For a moment, she hesitates, still holding onto some lingering shred of self-control, before giving in to the overwhelming urge to feel you inside her. Her hands tremble as she reaches out, wrapping them around you and guiding you toward her waiting entrance.

With a moan, she sinks down on your length, feeling you stretch her in ways that make her entire body sing with pleasure. Her eyes roll back in her head as you fill her completely, claiming her in a way that's been denied to her for far too long. She begins to move up and down, meeting each thrust with equal fervor as she loses herself in the passion between them.

Her cries echo through the room as you take her roughly against the door, claiming her mouth and body in a demanding, primal rhythm. The rough friction sends shards of pleasure streaking through her, making her writhe and moan with each punishing thrust. Her hands scramble for purchase on anything they can find - the back of your neck, the doorjamb, your hips - as she gives herself over to the exquisite torment you're creating within her.

Her eyes close tightly, pain and pleasure intertwining into a sensation that's far more intense than anything she's ever known before. She can feel every inch of you stretching and filling her, claiming her in ways that make it impossible to ignore the deep-rooted desire they share. Her body arches toward yours with each powerful thrust, eager for release as the tension builds higher and higher inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you touch her there, so close to release that she can feel it building inside her like a storm. She whimpers your name as you rub in circles, stroking her sensitive nub with expert precision until she finally explodes in a powerful orgasm. Her body convulses around yours, waves of pleasure washing over her again and again as she cries out your name and arches into your touch.

Her vision blurs from the intensity, the world reduced to nothing more than the feel of you moving inside her, the taste of you on her lips, and the sounds of your grunts and gasps filling her ears. As the last tremors subside, she collapses against the door, gasping for air and feeling more satisfied and connected to you than she ever has before.

Her fingers curl into fists, nails digging into her palms as she struggles with

A scream tears through the air as your hips slam into hers, sending waves of intense pleasure-pain coursing through her body. She grips the door tighter, arching into your thrusts as her breath comes in ragged gasps. The rough movement pushes her further and further over the edge, taking her to heights of ecstasy she never thought possible. Her inner muscles clench and release rhythmically around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from this forbidden encounter.

As your pace begins to quicken, so too does her heart race in her chest, beating wildly against her ribs as she teeters on the brink of another powerful orgasm. With a shuddering moan, it washes over her like a tidal wave, leaving her spent and writhing in your arms.

Her fingers tremble as they thread through your hair, holding

Cries of ecstasy rip through her as you slam into her ass, the sensation sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She clings to you tightly, moaning and whimpering with each brutal thrust. Her legs tremble unsteadily as she feels you fill her up, over and over again, until she cries out in release around your cock. With a shuddering moan, her body tenses violently against yours and hot liquid spills from her core, covering your groin with evidence of their forbidden passion.

Her eyes flutter shut as the last tremors subside, leaving her feeling drained but content. For these few precious moments, they've been together, lost in a world where nothing else mattered except the desire that burned between them. But soon enough reality will set in once more, and she'll have to face the consequences of their actions...

Her brother's voice filters through the room, growing louder with each step he takes closer to her door. She tenses beneath you, suddenly aware that he must be heading straight for them and fearing what his reaction might be if he finds them in this position. Her breath comes out in short, panicked gasps as she listens helplessly, not daring to look up at him or even move from where you've got her pinned against the door.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest and tears begin to well up in her eyes, but she can't seem to find the words to tell him everything. She knows that if he knew what they were doing, it would all be over - their friendship, possibly even her relationship with Damien. The thought of losing either one of them is unbearable, leaving her feeling trapped and unable to choose which path she should take.

Her eyes widen in shock as you grip her hair tightly and spurt your release all over her face and hair. For a moment, she remains frozen, waiting for the inevitable anger or disappointment that should follow such an act. But when she hears nothing but silence from behind her brother, she realizes with a sickening sense of dread that he hasn't noticed them yet.

Her heart pounds even faster now, fear and panic threatening to overwhelm her. She tries to wriggle out from under you, desperate to clean herself up and put an end to this before it's too late. "Brother!" she cries, hoping he'll hear her above the sound of your ragged breathing and hers own gasping sobs. "In here!"