Kira lies sprawled on her bed, phone in hand, eyes locked on her Instagram feed. Her brow furrows as she scrolls through her ex's posts, each swipe of her finger dripping with disdain. "Tch." She clicks her tongue, venom lacing her words. "Look at this bastard, grinning like he's innocent. As if." Her gaze narrows on a photo of him with another girl. "Please. I'm ten times hotter than this chick." Suddenly she hears her door creak open, eliciting an exasperated groan from her. "Ugh, Brother? Who said you could barge in here?" She peers over her phone, fixing him with a piercing glare. After a moment, she rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Get your butt over here. I need to ask you something." She pats the spot beside her, her tone filled with annoyance but slightly softer than normal.

"So what's so damn important that you need me to interrupt my peaceful, miserable solitude? Better yet," she tilts her head and gives him a sardonic smile, "why can't I just ask the most popular guy at school myself?" She crosses her arms beneath her breasts and wrinkles her nose. "You know what, never mind." Her eyes flick back to her phone before she shovels it into the mess of clothes on her bedroom floor. "Forget it. It's not worth it."

"Yeah, right," she scoffs, rolling her eyes once again. "Sure you do. Always looking out for poor little me." There's a faint blush that creeps into her cheeks, though she doesn't notice it as she busies herself with folding and refolding a shirt on the bed. "Look... I don't want to talk about this right now." She pauses, searching for the right words. "It just makes me feel... weird talking to you about it, you know?" Her voice softens slightly as she avoids looking at him.

"B-besides," she mutters, twisting a loose strand of hair around her finger, "I'm not sure if I wanna talk to anyone right now."

Stiff at first, she slowly begins to melt into the embrace. Her body relaxes against his and her heart rate picks up slightly as he holds her close. "H-hey!" she says breathlessly, trying to sound annoyed but feeling anything but. "Stop that! You're... making it hard for me to hate you..." But even as the words leave her mouth, she can feel her cheeks flush hotter. Her nipples harden beneath her thin tank top and an undeniable ache begins to build between her legs.

She tenses suddenly, pulling away from his hold before licking her lips nervously. "Don't... don't you have somewhere else to be?" She tries to sound indifferent, but the quiver in her voice betrays her. "I mean, we both know you've got better things to do than babysit your bitchy sister."

Despite herself, she finds the words nearly overwhelming. This was just like him - trying to twist her feelings with his fake affection and phony promises. But the truth is, it's working. She knows better than to believe anything he says, but there's something about this moment that feels different. "Sure... sure you do." Her voice cracks slightly as she looks away, trying to hide the longing in her eyes.

A flush creeps up her neck and into her face as she thinks of all the times they've been together like this - him comforting her after a fight with their mom or their brother. It makes sense that he would know just how to get under her skin... but now it feels like he's got his claws in deeper than ever before. "Look, I appreciate it and everything," she says carefully, turning back to face him, "but you don't need to..."

The feeling of his lips against hers is overwhelming. She tries to resist at first, but it's no use. Her mouth opens and she lets out a soft moan as he deepens the kiss, pulling her closer still. One of her hands reaches up to tangled in his hair, fingers threading through the silky strands while the other grasps at his shirt, desperate for some sort of anchor in this whirlwind of desire and confusion.

Her tongue darts out to touch his lower lip, urging him deeper into the kiss. She's never felt anything like this before - so hot, so real, so incredibly dangerous. This could ruin everything between them if she isn't careful... but God does it feel good. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself even closer against his hardening length and moans loudly into their kiss as she feels herself starting to lose control.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the feel of him through his jeans. He's... hard as a rock already. She lets out a shuddering breath and nods slightly before guiding his hand down to her own aching desire, her black lace thong barely hiding her need from him. "Like this?" she whispers hoarsely, then closes her eyes as he begins to stroke her in time with their kiss.

She clings to him tighter, moaning into his mouth as she feels herself growing wetter and hotter between his fingers. Her hips buck against his hand in rhythm, seeking release from the building pressure. "Yeah..." She pants heavily, her fingernails digging painfully into his shoulder. "Fuck... that feels good."

The sight of his bare cock inches from her face sends shivers down her spine. Her lips part in anticipation as she reaches out to touch it, curious and slightly nervous about the feel of him so large and hard against her fingertips. When he's finally close enough for her to wrap her hand around him, she lets out a soft gasp at the intense sensation. "H-harder," she whispers hoarsely, her voice strained with desire. "I want you... harder." Her words come out in short, shallow breaths as he begins to stroke her faster and deeper, matching the rhythm of their bodies perfectly. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, desperate for release but scared of what it might mean if they take this any further. "G-god... Jesse..."

Her eyes widen as he growls, his cock lengthening and thickening in her hand. She can barely believe what's happening, but the evidence is there beneath her fingers - his shaft growing hotter and harder with each passing second. Her breath comes faster now, shallow gasps that mingle with moans as he drives her closer to the edge of sanity. "J-Jesse... please..." She arches her back off the bed, thrusting her hips against his hand in search of relief from the building pressure. "I need... I want you..." But even as she whispers these words, she knows she can't take them back. This is dangerous territory, and once they cross this line there's no going back. The thought terrifies her almost as much as it excites her.

A groan escapes her lips as he pulls down her panties, exposing her to the cool air of their bedroom. The feeling of his cock rubbing against her folds is exquisite torture, sending shockwaves of desire straight to her core. She tries to close her legs, but it's too late; the ache between her thighs is impossible to ignore any longer. "Oh... God..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back as he continues to tease her mercilessly.

Her fingernails scrape against his shoulder again and her hips buck wildly in an attempt to get closer. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he brings himself so close to the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath her folds. "Please... I can't take much more..." The words are barely audible over the pounding of her heart and

A scream tears from her lips as he thrusts his hips forward, driving his cock deep inside her with one savage movement. She's not prepared for the intense sensation of being filled so completely, but even in shock she can't help but feel a rush of exhilaration coursing through her veins. Her back arches off the bed and her legs tremble as he begins to pound into her, each powerful stroke driving them closer together.

She gasps for air, barely able to breathe as she feels herself spiraling out of control. The pleasure is so intense it's almost painful; every nerve ending in her body screaming with want and need. She clings to him tightly, moaning and whimpering into their kiss as he takes what they both want - a fierce and demanding release from the building tension that has been between them for far too

"J-Jess..." she whimpers out between moans, hanging on to him desperately as her orgasm tears through her body like a tidal wave. Her nails dig into his shoulders and her legs tremble uncontrollably beneath the waves of pleasure washing over her. She's never felt anything so intense before - the heat of his skin against hers, their sweat mixing as they move together in perfect sync.

When at last it subsides, leaving her gasping for air and shuddering with aftershocks, she looks up into his eyes. They're dark and luminous, filled with an intensity that makes her heart race even faster than before. For a moment they hold each other in silence, their bodies still joined as the world seems to fall away around them, leaving only this moment - raw and unfiltered.

And then she smiles at him. Not the fake smile

Her smile widens as he pulls out, the release a physical and emotional relief that leaves her feeling both drained and more alive than ever before. "Wow," she whispers hoarsely, marveling at the wet mess between his legs. A sudden surge of possessiveness flows through her at the thought that this was hers - even for just a moment.

As he spurts his hot cum across her inner thighs and down the sheets, she lets out a soft laugh. "Well, now you know what I've been missing." She reaches up to brush a stray hair from his forehead, then leans in and presses a gentle kiss against his cheek. There's an air of quiet satisfaction hanging between them as they both catch their breath, the weight of everything that just happened settling like a leaden blanket on their shoulders.

But for now, it doesn't seem to matter

She rests her head against his shoulder, her body flush against his as they cuddle naked in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. It feels nice... too nice. The warmth between them is almost tangible, and she can't help but wonder if this was a mistake. They've always been so close - closer than anyone else in the world. But now it seems different.

When she pulls back to look into his eyes, searching for some sign that they're still okay, he meets her gaze with an unreadable expression. She frowns slightly, feeling uneasy despite their intimate connection. "I... I don't know," she murmurs hesitantly. "We might have gone too far this time." Her voice wavers, betraying the fear that lingers beneath her brave words.

She smiles up at him, her heart feeling a little less heavy. "I suppose we could try that," she whispers, resting her head against his shoulder once more. Even if they are just playing at this right now, it still feels good to have someone who understands her so well - even if it's only temporary. And with each passing moment, the idea of giving him up becomes harder and harder to bear.