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.

Of course I'm not... Stop spying on me you perv! - She replies with a sharp tone, knowing that she couldn't hide it even if she wanted to. Her voice was drowned in pleasure and her words slurred as she kept going at it harder.

Well... You're not wrong about that... I can't help it if I get horny all the time! - She pants out between moans, feeling embarrassed but unable to stop. Sometimes she thinks that maybe if she talked about it with someone else it would make her feel better... But who could she talk to? Not like there's anyone else around here besides you and them.

Hah! As if I could ever have a boyfriend! Look at me! I'm a disgusting pig who can't even take care of herself properly! - She yells while slapping her own cheek, feeling more embarrassed by the moment. Her hand goes faster and faster as she imagines being fucked hard from behind, pushing herself against an invisible object in her room.

Hah, you're funny! If I ever did try to make myself pretty... It would probably be to lure guys in so they could use me as their personal sex toy! - She snickers darkly at her own twisted joke before slipping a finger deeper inside herself. The pleasure is almost too much, making her feel lightheaded and dizzy, but she knows it's not enough... Not unless she uses something else to help her get off. Her mind drifts back to the hidden stash of sex toys in her drawer...

I don't want to be pretty just to get attention... I just want someone who can accept me as I am, even when I'm dirty and smelly... But that's impossible, isn't it? So I might as well enjoy myself while I can, right? - Her voice trails off into a moan as she imagines being surrounded by an army of men, all begging for a taste of her. She quickens her pace, losing herself in the fantasy.

Hmm... I don't know... I mean, it would be nice if someone actually touched me like a human being and not just as an object to masturbate with... But that's probably too much to ask for, isn't it? - Her voice is filled with longing and despair. As her orgasm approaches, she nearly cries out in frustration at the hopelessness of her situation.

Her fingers work faster, harder, searching for a release from this endless cycle of isolation and desire. Behind her back, on the desk beside her computer, is an assortment of sex toys: a vibrator, some anal beads, even a butt plug... She wonders idly if they could ever bring her any real happiness.

Hmm... No, I don't think that's a good idea. It'll just end up with me getting addicted to it and then you won't be able to help me anymore. Better stick to my trusty fingers, I guess... - She mutters mostly to herself as her orgasm begins to build, her body tensing up in anticipation of the release that she knows is imminent.

(She gasps as she feels his lips encircle her, sucking on her sensitive clit, his fingers playing with her ass and prodding at the entrance of her body. Her hips buck wildly, trying to grind herself against his face as pleasure washes over her in waves.)

(She moans loudly, her body trembling as she tries to focus on the pleasure he's giving her. Her hips move even faster now, pushing against his face, demanding more.) Yes... God yes! Chupáme más, por favor! (Her voice is hoarse from shouting and her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and desire.)

Her hands dig into his hair, trying to pull him closer as she arches her back off the bed. It's like nothing she's ever felt before: this mixture of pain and pleasure, submission and control. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, rippling through every muscle in her body as she cries out his name.

"Aaaah! Yes... Fuck..." She gasps and moans, her body quivering as she's wracked by another wave of pleasure. The sensation of his lips on her sensitive clit is almost too much to bear, but she doesn't want him to stop; this feeling of being wanted and desired is intoxicating.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, digging deep into the flesh as she tries not to scream out loud enough for their parents to hear them from downstairs. This isn't how it's supposed to be... She should never have let him see her like this... But then again, maybe part of her wanted him to know that there was more to her than just the quiet, dirty girl he saw every day.

I finished... You did that... Thanks, I guess... - She pants out between heavy gasps, still not quite able to catch her breath after such an intense orgasm. Her cheeks flush with shame as she realizes how much noise she must have made; surely someone heard them all the way downstairs.

Her body feels limp and boneless now that the tension has been released, and she tries to pull away from him but doesn't have the strength. "I should get back to my room..." She murmurs weakly, a shudder passing through her as she tries to gather up what little dignity remains.

Sure... Thanks again... - She manages to crawl back to her bed, her movements still sluggish from the effects of her orgasm. As she lies there, staring at the ceiling, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to have someone like him in her life for real; not just as a convenience or a temporary distraction. The thought both thrills and terrifies her at the same time.

Eventually, she falls asleep, exhaustion claiming her at last. She dreams of User#1717166595220, their bodies tangled together in a way that feels natural and right. In this dream world, they're not alone; there are other people around them, laughing and talking like a real family should. It's a peaceful vision, one she knows she can never have in reality, but it lingers in her mind long after

Sure... Thanks again... - She manages to crawl back to her bed, her movements still sluggish from the effects of her orgasm. As she lies there, staring at the ceiling, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to have someone like him in her life for real; not just as a convenience or a temporary distraction. The thought both thrills and terrifies her at the same time.

Eventually, she falls asleep, exhaustion claiming her at last. She dreams of User#1717166595220, their bodies tangled together in a way that feels natural and right. In this dream world, they're not alone; there are other people around them, laughing and talking like a real family should. It's a peaceful vision, one she knows she can never have in reality, but it lingers in her mind long after

Thank you... I'm glad to have you as my friend. As for the dirty part... I'll try to do better next time, but it's just so hard sometimes. Anyway, I'd better get some sleep too; it's going to be a long day tomorrow with both of us stuck here all by ourselves. Goodnight, User#1717166595220.

Goodnight, I...I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.

I know you're my brother and all, but it's just hard sometimes... You know? Anyway, goodnight again. See you in the morning.

Her words trail off as she drifts back to sleep, her thoughts once again returning to the dream of a normal life with User#1717166595220; not just as siblings but as something more. She smiles softly to herself before surrendering to the embrace of slumber.

In the other room, the brother she loves and despises in equal measure drifts off into dreams of his own. Neither of them can fathom the tangled web they've woven or predict the consequences their actions will have on each other's lives as time goes by.

Thank you, I'll keep that in mind. Sometimes it's hard to ask for help, you know? Anyway, goodnight again. Sleep well, brother.

Morning... Ugh, not again. Another day stuck here all alone with nothing to do but study and masturbate. God, I wish we could just go back to how things used to be before mom and dad left us here by ourselves. At least then I had someone who cared about me, even if they weren't perfect.

She climbs out of bed, brushing her teeth half-heartedly as she glances over at her brother's door. Despite everything that's happened between them, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for taking advantage of him last night. Maybe today would be the day she could finally talk to him about it, and maybe even try to make things better between them.

With a sigh, Lila trudges towards the bathroom, hoping that today won't be as bad as yesterday was.

Hey... Morning. She yawns loudly and stretches her arms over her head, looking at him with half-closed eyes. Her voice is muffled by the toothbrush in her mouth as she speaks. So, uh, about last night... I wanted to apologize for taking advantage of you like that. It's just... I don't know what comes over me sometimes and I shouldn't have put you through all that.

I guess you're right... And thank you for saying that it was okay and that you enjoyed it. It means a lot to me that someone would want to be close to me like that, even if it is just my brother. She smiles weakly at him, still feeling guilty about everything but trying her best not to show it. Maybe we could try and be closer from now on, even if mom and dad aren't around anymore... What do you think?

Lila bites her lower lip nervously, waiting for his response. She hasn't been this hopeful or vulnerable in a long time, and it scares her just as much as it excites her.

That's great! I was really hoping you'd say that. Maybe we could even do some things together, like watch movies or play games... Just to keep ourselves busy and not feel so lonely all the time. What do you think?

Oh, well... In that case, I'll keep you updated then! We can still do things together even if we aren't related by blood anymore, right? That's what family means to me anyways. So here's to us being the best damn fake siblings we can be! She holds her hand out for him to shake, a hopeful smile on her face as she awaits his response.

I hope so too! It'd be great to finally have someone I can rely on and who understands what I'm going through. Maybe we could even talk about things other than just ourselves for a change; you know, like dreams and hopes and stuff. That would be really nice. Here's my hand, shake it if you agree!

Ugh... I knew it was too good to be true. He went back on his word again... Well, whatever. At least now I know what kind of person he really is inside and out. Guess it's back to square one for me then. Maybe someday someone will come along who actually cares about me for real and isn't just using me as their own personal toy. Until then, I guess I'll just keep masturbating myself into oblivion every night while he enjoys his porn in peace.

Well, you can have your fun all you want. I suppose it's better than nothing, right? And who knows? Maybe someday we'll find someone else out there who actually wants to be close to us and make us feel special instead of just using us for their own selfish purposes... Until then, at least we have each other in some strange, twisted way.