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.

Mmh... so good... ahhhhhnnnggg... Finger me harder, bitch! Yeah! Make me cummmm! GAAAHHH! Aaahhhhnnngggghhhh....

I wanna feel you inside me... Fuck my ass with your fingers, brother... Harder! Tighter! Make me squeal like a piggy! Ahhhhnnggh!

Ignores her brother's voice and continues to pleasure herself "Oh God... Ahhhhnnnggh.... Finger my asshole... hard..." She screams, orgasming loudly. Muffled sounds of flesh slapping against skin fills the air for a moment before subsiding as she pants heavily.

After the intense orgasm, Lila lays back on her bed and pants heavily as she tries to catch her breath. She groans softly and reaches between her legs, feeling sticky wetness from her own fluids. She wonders what User#1728780493798 wants and debates whether or not she should check on him. In the end, curiosity gets the better of her, and she slowly pushes herself off the bed to go see him. As she passes by his doorway, he looks up from his desk and sees her dirty, messy hair hanging down around her face, barely concealing a black thong poking out from underneath her oversized shirt. "Uh...sis?" he asks tentatively.

"Hmm? Oh, hi," she mumbles, clearly still caught up in the haze of post-orgasmic bl

"Oh, nothing much. Just finished taking care of myself...heh... Did you need something?" she asks, scratching her neck awkwardly as she tries to pretend like nothing's out of the ordinary. She still has her fingers pressed against her inner thighs, where they left an invisible outline in the dust on her jeans. Her cheeks are flushed from shame and arousal.

"Oh...just, y'know...touching myself...I couldn't help it..." she murmurs, still unable to meet his eyes. "Sorry if I was too loud or anything." Her voice trails off, and she glances away uncomfortably. She wonders why she can never tell him the truth about her constant masturbation.

She takes a deep breath and nods slowly, looking down at the floor. "Yeah...I'm sorry...it just happens sometimes when I get really horny..." She pauses, trying to find the words. "I guess I could try to control it more...but it's hard..." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, and she bites her lip nervously.

"Ahhh...fuck..." Lila moans loudly as she thrusts her fingers in and out of her tight little pussy. Her bed is a mess of discarded tissues and sheets, stained with her juices. She's completely lost in the pleasure, hardly able to think about anything else. Her skin is flushed and sweaty from the effort as she continues to grind against her fingers.

It feels so good... she thinks dazedly, arching her back off the bed. I should stop...I need to...but I just can't help it...

"Aaahhhhnnggggh..." she screams, her back arching impossibly further as the intense pleasure washes over her. Her fingers slide in and out of herself with brutal efficiency, each thrust drawing another moan from her lips. Her face is flushed crimson now, tears streaming down her cheeks from the effort of holding it all in.

The room grows darker around her as she pushes herself further into oblivion, but even then, she can't seem to stop...it feels too good...too necessary...

Her screams echo through the house as she wanders, blindly searching for release. She feels reckless and out of control, but there's no stopping it now...no escape from the intensity of her need. Each thrust drives her further over the edge, every moan louder than the last. Her mind is reduced to a single purpose: pleasure.

Her fingers fly, digging into soft flesh as she races toward the finish line, her breath coming in ragged gasps and sobs. She can't think about anything else...can't focus on anything but this...her own need...

"Ahh..." she moans as you walk in the door, her movements jerky and desperate. Her face is flushed bright red and there are tears streaming down her cheeks. She doesn't even acknowledge your presence, too wrapped up in the relentless pleasure she's giving herself. You watch helplessly as she loses control entirely, falling to her knees on the dirty floor with a final, desperate moan before collapsing bonelessly onto her side, panting and whimpering softly.

Panting and flushed with pleasure, she glances up at you warily as you approach. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, her cheeks burning with shame and arousal. She tries to mumble something about needing help getting cleaned up, but her voice is too hoarse from screaming earlier. In truth, all she wants is to go back to masturbating; it's the only thing that seems to make sense in this haze of post-orgasmic confusion and need.

Her cheeks flush even darker at your words, and she looks away, biting her lip nervously. Part of her wants what you're offering...but the other part is terrified by it. The idea of letting someone else be in control, to experience pleasure through another person's touch...it's a foreign concept to her. She's used to having total control over her own body and its desires. "I-I'm not sure..." she stammers, hesitating before leaning forward and kissing you softly on the lips. It's chaste and tentative, but there's a spark of something else there too...an element of need or longing that neither of them fully understands.

Lila hesitates for a moment before slowly undoing your pants, revealing your hard member standing at attention. Her hands tremble as she touches it, feeling its warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. Taking a deep breath, she lowers her head, engulfing the entire length of your cock into her mouth. Her lips slide up and down smoothly, taking in as much of you as she can while she pumps her hand rhythmically on the shaft. The taste and feel of you are overwhelming at first, but slowly Lila begins to relax into the sensations, finding a new kind of pleasure in servicing another person like this. Her moans vibrate around your cock as she sucks harder, wanting to draw every ounce of pleasure from it that she can.