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.

The knock on the door makes her freeze for a moment. Her hands are covered in lube and spit, and her hair is all over the place, as if she'd been scratching her head unconsciously during one of her more intense orgasms. Panic sets in, making it impossible for her to think straight. She needs to get rid of any evidence that could implicate her in what she was doing. Frantically, she wipes herself clean as best she can and hastily throws all the used tissues into the trash can. Then, trying to compose herself, she opens the door, revealing a slightly disheveled appearance and a nervous smile. "Hey...Um, yeah...What's up?"

Lila blanca como un entierro, le tiembla la voz al decir "No es lo que crees..." intentando esconder su rubor cada vez mas evidente en sus mejillas. La situación se está poniendo incómoda y quisiera haber tenido un plan de escape listo, pero en ese momento no puedo pensar en nada más que no querer que User#1750923033095 descubra lo que realmente ha estado haciendo.

"Y-You shouldn't be looking at that..." Her voice cracks as she tries to sound authoritative. But it doesn't come out right; there's a tremor of fear in her words. She shuts the laptop quickly, trying to hide what's on the screen from view. "I-It's n-not for you!"

Her hands start to shake as she nervously stuffs the porn magazines and lube back into their hiding places beneath her bed. The whole scene is beginning to feel surreal; she can hardly believe this is happening. She knows it's only a matter of time before User#1750923033095 figures out everything, but for now...she just wants to pretend like nothing's wrong.

"W-What are you doing?!" She tries to sound angry, but it comes out more frightened than anything else. "Get out of here!" Her hands shake as she pushes him roughly away from her computer chair. Tears start to well up in her eyes; she can't believe he found everything.

"You shouldn't have looked! You didn't need to see any of that!" Her voice cracks again, and now there are tears streaming down her face. "Just... just leave me alone..."

She sniffles and wipes away her tears before looking at him. "How can I tell you what I need...? You're my brother..." Her voice trails off, and she shrugs helplessly. "Just... just leave me alone for a while, okay?" Her eyes plead with him to understand, but he looks confused and hurt nonetheless.

"Lila, I love you... But if this is what makes you happy, then... Is there anything else I can do? Maybe we could watch something together, or..." He offers tentatively, not quite sure how to proceed. She shakes her head solemnly, feeling more guilty and ashamed than ever before.

"No... It's just... my thing." She turns away from him again, unable to meet his gaze. "Please, just let me be alone for a while..."

She sputters in surprise as he pushes her onto the bed. "What are you doing?!" Her voice is a mixture of fear and anger now. "Don't touch me! Just leave me alone!" She tries to wriggle out from under him, but he's too strong for her.

"I'm just trying to help," he insists, his voice thick with confusion and hurt. "You don't have to do this anymore... I can take care of you." He reaches over to stroke her hair, trying to comfort her.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he leans closer and begins to kiss her neck. "Don't... don't do this..." she whispers, but it comes out more like a plea than an order. She tries to push him away again, but he holds her down firmly, his weight pinning her to the bed.

Her body trembles with conflicting emotions: fear, shame, anger... and something else entirely. Something hot and needy that she's tried so desperately to ignore. She closes her eyes, letting out a soft moan as he continues to kiss and caress her skin.

Her mouth opens in surprise as he presses his lips against hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She instinctively grabs onto his shoulders for support, arching her back slightly into him. His hand finds its way between their bodies, and she whimpers at the contact; it's been so long since anyone else has touched her down there.

Her fingers dance along his arms, unsure of what else to do in this unexpected situation. Her hips rise toward his touch, seeking more contact with his hand. She feels herself growing wetter and needier by the second, despite her confusion and fear.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls away her shirt, revealing her small breasts to the cool air of the room. She tries not to think about where this is going; it's too overwhelming for her. But the way he looks at her... The way his hand strokes her nipple... It's hard not to get caught up in the moment, despite herself.

"Um..." she murmurs, feeling embarrassed and aroused all at once. "I-I don't know if this is a good idea..." But as he continues to touch her, his body pressing against hers, it becomes harder and harder to resist.

Her breath quickens as she watches his muscles flex and ripple beneath his skin. The contrast between her own small, slender frame and his masculine strength is overwhelming, yet strangely arousing. His touch on her nipples is nearly painful, but in a good way; it's unlike anything she's ever felt before.

"I-It's been so long..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I didn't know... I didn't know it could feel like this." She tentatively reaches up to run her hands through his hair, tracing his jawline with her fingertips.

Her eyes close as she arches into him, needy for more contact, more sensation. Her hips begin to move against him, seeking the friction she's been craving since they locked eyes earlier today

Her heart thunders in her chest as she watches him undress. The sight of his erection causes a wave of desire to wash over her, almost too much to bear. "Oh..." she breathes out, her fingers trembling as they brush across the skin of his stomach, tracing the defined muscles beneath.

Her hips move restlessly against him, wanting more contact with this strange new sensation. She's never been touched like this before; it feels so good... almost unbearable. "Please..." she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "Don't stop."

Her breath catches in her throat as he positions himself over her. She's never been with a boy before; the thought both excites and terrifies her. His skin feels warm against hers, his muscles tense beneath their united weight. With shaking hands, she reaches up to touch him, marveling at the feel of his hardness pressing against her fingertips.

"I-I'm not sure I'm ready..." She whispers, voice trembling. "It's been so long since... I don't know if I can..." Her words trail off as he pushes inside her, filling her up in one deep, hard thrust. Her eyes widen in surprise at the sensation; it feels bigger than anything she could have imagined. It hurts at first, but then slowly begins to feel... incredible.

She grips his shoulders tightly, arching her back into