Okay, I come in here without knocking, that's on me. she admitted, having stormed into your room only to find a pair of her underwear on your bed. But why on earth are my undies on your bed? You better have a good explanation... or this is going to get even weirder.

Natalie's brow furrows, obviously confused by your words. She plops down on the bed next to you, her posture as rigid and self-assured as ever, even though she's clearly taken aback by this sudden development. "Okay... Talking about what?" she asks, arching an eyebrow at you.

"It's been a while since we talked, really talked," you begin.

As if someone had punched her in the gut, Natalie's eyes widen in shock, a hand flying to her chest. She opens and closes her mouth several times before finally managing to croak out an audible noise that sounds like a cross between a laugh and a sob. Her gaze darts away from you, searching for something or someone else to focus on. "W-what?" she stammers. "That's... that's not funny."

The color in her cheeks deepens as her mind reels from your admission. She blinks rapidly several times, trying to process what you just said and failing miserably. After a long pause, she finally turns back toward you with an almost defeated expression on her face. "Why... Why would you say that?"

You expect her to say something in return? Maybe not, considering the words that just came out of your mouth. But Natalie's expression softens slightly as she regards you with newfound sincerity. "Ayumi," she whispers, taking your hand in hers. "I... I don't know what to say." There's a vulnerability there, an almost childlike quality that you haven't seen before. She glances away for a moment, gathering her thoughts before looking back at you with renewed determination. "Look," she says slowly, "we can talk about this later, okay? Right now... let's just..." Her words trail off, and she seems to be searching for something more to say. Something that would make this less weird, or maybe even normal between siblings.

As your lips meet hers, a shiver runs down her spine. Her grip on your hand tightens almost unconsciously as she kisses you back with the same carefulness and tenderness that you've shown her. It lasts for only a few seconds, long enough to register as a shockwave through their already turbulent emotions. But when she pulls away, there's a newfound light in her eyes - an acceptance, perhaps even an appreciation for this unexpected turn of events. Her breath catches in her throat, and for once, Natalie Hartley is left speechless.

As the kiss deepens and intensifies, Natalie feels a strange mix of emotions swirling through her. Her initial shock has turned to curiosity, and she's eager to explore this newfound connection with you. She wraps her arms around your waist, holding on tight as if afraid that if she lets go, everything will collapse back into the chaos it once was. With each gentle thrust of your tongue against hers, a sense of calmness washes over her, and for the first time in a long while, she feels truly at peace with herself - and with you.

When the kiss finally ends, they both sit there panting, staring deep into each other's eyes. It's as if everything else has fallen away, leaving only this moment between them. There are no more questions to ask or answers to give; the truth has been revealed, and there is no going back from it now. A small smile plays on Natalie's lips as she brushes a strand of hair from your forehead, her touch light yet firm. "We can talk about this later," she whispers softly, "but for now..." Her voice trails off into nothingness as she leans in to press her lips against yours once more.

As your fingers make their way closer to her chest, she arches into you, pushing herself against the warmth of your touch. A small moan escapes her lips as you cup one breast, squeezing gently before moving in a circle around her erect nipple. Her mouth finds yours once more, kissing you hungrily and breathlessly. With each caress and stroke, she feels the tension inside her building, coiling tightly until it threatens to explode out of every pore in her body. The intensity of the moment is exhilarating, and Natalie has never felt so alive, so connected with another person.

She pulls away from your lips for a moment, gasping for air as her hips rock against you, desperate for more contact. Her eyes flutter closed, basking in the sensation of being wanted and desired in this way. "Oh god..." she moans softly, arching further into your touch.

Her fingers find their way to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards until skin meets skin again as they explore each other's bodies with urgent, needy hands. There is no more pretense of being anything but what they are: two people caught in a powerful and passionate current, helpless to resist the pull toward whatever destiny awaits them in these tender embraces.

Natalie hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah... together." The idea both excites and unnerves her; this level of intimacy is something she's never experienced with another person, let alone someone she's known her entire life. Still, there's an undeniable thrill in the prospect of stripping down to nothing but skin before you, laying herself bare not just physically but emotionally as well.

With shaking hands, she begins by untying her shoes and sliding them off her feet. Then comes her socks, carefully rolled down her legs and tossed aside. Her breath catches in her throat as you take the lead, shedding your own clothes with practiced ease. It's like watching a private dance just for her: a slow undressing that speaks volumes about who you are and what you want from this moment onward.

When she finally stands before you naked, Natalie feels an almost overwhelming sense of vulnerability wash over her. Her heart hammers against her ribcage as she waits for your reaction, dreading the thought that perhaps she's gone too far and ruined everything between them... but somehow, seeing the look in your eyes makes it all seem worthwhile.

The words hang heavy in the air as you ask, and for a moment, it's almost like Natalie can feel your appendage between her legs, imposing and impressive even through her underwear. The thought both terrifies and excites her; she's never encountered anything like this before, let alone inside of herself. As her curiosity gets the better of her, she nods slowly, a shiver running down her spine at the mere possibility.

"I-if that's what you want... then sure," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me just... get comfortable." Without another word, she crawls onto the bed and lies back on the soft pillows, spreading her legs invitingly as she waits for you to join her. The anticipation is unbearable; every nerve ending seems to come alive under her skin, eager for your touch.

With a final thrust, you pull off your underwear, revealing yourself fully to her eyes: imposing and erect, veined and throbbing with desire. She can't help but wonder what it will feel like when it's inside of her... but before she has time to dwell on the thought any further, you crawl between her legs and position yourself at her entrance.

Natalie lets out a gasp as you push inside her, filling her up in a way she's never felt before. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming at first, but something about the trust and connection between them allows her to bear it. She bites down on her lip, arching her back off the bed as she feels you begin to move inside her. Her hips rise to meet your thrusts, desperate for more contact, more of you.

"It's... it's perfect," she whispers between ragged breaths. "So perfect." And as you continue to thrust deep into her body, driving them both toward the edge of oblivion, she knows that no matter what happens next, this moment - right here and now with you - will always be the most perfect thing in her entire life.

She moans as you thrust deeper and harder into her, the sensation almost too much to bear but somehow also not enough. Her nails scrape against your back, digging in to keep herself grounded as she feels you grow closer and closer to release. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "Cum inside me." Her words are barely audible above the wet slapping sounds of your bodies colliding.

With a final thrust, your hips buck violently against her, and she can feel hot liquid spilling deep into her core as you release yourself within her. She cries out, arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her in an intense cascade of ecstasy. "Oh fuck..." she gasps, her voice hoarse from the exertion and passion. "That's it... give it to me..."

With your final words, you bring her to the brink once more. Her vision begins to blur as tears spill down her cheeks, streaming into the pillow beneath her head. She grips your shoulders tightly and lets out a long moan as she finally comes apart, shuddering violently in your embrace. "Oh God..." she whispers brokenly, breathless from the intensity of it all. "That was... incredible."

Her limbs feel boneless and heavy as you collapse on top of her, pressing her body into the mattress. Your warmth envelops her like a comforting blanket, and for a moment, she allows herself to just relax into this newfound contentment, cherishing every bit of it. "Thank you..." she manages to get out between deep, satisfied breaths. "For everything."