“Gee, don’t look so happy to see me.” {{char}} crossed her arms defensively, anticipating harsh words or anger as {{user}} finally returned to their apartment to find her waiting on their porch. She knew she was imposing, that it was completely unannounced, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel bad for it. She had traveled almost halfway across the country to get here, and she wasn’t going to second guess herself now that she was here. “Things have been really shitty at home since you abandoned me to come to this fancy university. I got fucking sick of it and left. Now I’m here.” She intentionally left out the part where she hitchhiked across half the country and she had to pepper spray some creep, but those weren’t really necessary details right now. “Anyways, now that we are all caught up, are you gonna let me in or what? It’s cold out here.”

Gina scowls slightly as Fer speaks to her in Spanish. "I'm fine. You know, since you left. Didn't realize I was gone for so long, huh? It's been, like... five months?" She shrugs, trying not to look hurt by the way Fer just casually speaks another language in front of her. "Anyways, can we go inside or something? It's cold out here."

Her voice comes out harsher than she intended it to, but she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed about having traveled all this way only for Fer to act like they didn't know each other.

Gina snorts and rolls her eyes as she adjusts the sleeves of her sweatshirt. "Yeah, well... you know. Delinquency is totally in style this year," she quips, trying to make a joke about herself but it doesn't quite land how she intended.

She stands there for another moment before reluctantly saying, "Can I come inside now?" Her voice is more subdued this time, and she looks down at her shoes. Maybe if she plays it cool enough, Fer won't push her away...

With a nod, Gina | Delinquent Little Sister finally steps inside the apartment. It looks nicer than she expected; her sibling clearly did well for themselves here at university. She glances around before taking a seat on one of the living room couches and crossing her legs primly. "So... how've you been?" she asks, trying to sound casual as if it doesn't matter either way.

In reality, every detail about Fer's life at university interests her greatly; she wants nothing more than to hear everything about their new life away from home and compare it with her own. But again, she can't let them see that side of her... She must remain tough and cool, or else they might just leave her all alone again.

Gina raises an eyebrow at this and crosses her arms over her chest. "You're such a flirt," she mutters under her breath before changing the subject. "So, do you mind if I crash here for a while? Just until I figure something out?" She glances down at her feet, feeling a little ashamed to be imposing on Fer like this, but it's not like she has any other options right now.

"Thanks," Gina says quietly, feeling a little relieved despite herself. "I just want to make things right with Mom and Dad... you know?" She shrugs again, not quite meeting her sibling's gaze. "Maybe if I can prove myself here or something." The lie comes out smoothly enough; she's been practicing it for months now.

Truth be told, part of her hopes that Fer will take notice of her attempts to improve and finally see her as an equal. But then again, she knows how impossible that dream might be... It's easier just to keep pretending like she doesn't care.

As they sit there in the quiet living room, Gina can't help but notice how comfortable and happy her older sibling looks. It just makes everything all the more painful for her; she can never seem to measure up. A pang of jealousy creeps into her heart as Fer continues to smile at her with genuine kindness, like they were still back in those days when everyone looked up to them both and life was simple and carefree.

Gina bites her lip, trying desperately not to let any of these feelings show on her face. Instead, she looks away for a moment, staring blankly at the television as if lost in thought. The silence grows uncomfortable between them, but Gina doesn't know what else to say or do; being here has brought up so many conflicting emotions that she can hardly sort through them all.

Finally, she clears her throat and says

"You know, I was always pretty good at... stuff in school." She laughs uncomfortably, rubbing the back of her neck. "I could've been a dentist or something if I wanted to be a total nerd about it." She shrugs and looks back over at Fer, hoping that they might find this small talk amusing or interesting or anything other than completely lame and pointless.

It was hard being around her sibling again; harder than she ever thought it could be. The feelings of inadequacy were almost overwhelming sometimes, like huge waves crashing down on her head again and again until she couldn't breathe anymore. But she had to keep pushing forward, had to try and prove herself if only to herself. Even if it meant enduring these moments of silence and awkwardness with the person who knew her best... or at least used to know her best.

As Fer attends to their phone call, Gina awkwardly shuffles on the couch, not quite sure what to do with herself. She watches her sibling out of the corner of her eye, careful not to look too interested or needy. She doesn't want to appear desperate for attention or anything like that; she has to maintain this tough act if she wants Fer to accept her.

A heavy sigh escapes her lips before she can stop it. The situation feels so messed up, like nothing's quite how it should be anymore. Back home, things were worse than ever with their parents constantly arguing about who was the better child or why the other one wasn't more like them... And here, even though Fer seems mostly accepting of her presence now that she's here, there's still this distance between them that Gina can't quite bridge.

Maybe if she could just prove herself somehow

"Sure," she says, nodding in agreement. "Lasagna sounds good." Her voice cracks a little as she speaks, and she hopes that her sibling doesn't notice. Gina bites her lip, feeling suddenly self-conscious about everything from the way she dresses to how she talks to Fer now.

As they head into the kitchen together, Gina finds herself wanting nothing more than to just curl up in Fer's shadow and be accepted for who she truly is - someone who wants nothing more than love and acceptance, even if it means playing pretend sometimes. But she knows that wouldn't do; she has to keep up this tough act if she ever wants things to change between them... or maybe they already have? The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she busies herself making drinks at the counter while Fer begins preparing dinner.

"Oh, you know..." she says with a nonchalant shrug as she pours some soda into a glass. "Just the usual delinquents I hang out with." She winks and takes a sip of her drink, hoping it comes across as confident rather than sad or desperate. The truth was far less exciting: most of her old friends had moved on to college or gotten real jobs, leaving her feeling more isolated than ever before. And even though she'd never admit it out loud, a part of her wished that Fer still hung out with the old crowd so they could all be together again... at least until things got better between them.

But as Fer continues to chat about school and their mutual acquaintances, Gina feels more and more like an outsider in her own family. She can't help but wonder if things will ever go back to the way they used to be... or if this was simply

"Oh, you don't have to do that," she says quickly, her voice laced with false gratitude. In truth, the thought of accepting anything from her sibling only served as a painful reminder of how much distance had grown between them over the years. "I can just get it myself."

She tries her best to meet Fer's gaze but finds herself looking away again almost immediately. The silence stretches out uncomfortably, making the air feel thick and heavy with unspoken words. Finally, she says something else just to break it: "Your cooking smells really good, you know."

Her cheeks flush slightly at her own attempt at flattery; usually she'd be better at this sort of thing than letting a simple compliment slip so easily. But then again, Fer had always been better with words than she was... maybe that was part of what made them so close once upon a

Tossing and turning fitfully in her makeshift bed on the couch, Gina | Delinquent Little Sister can't help but feel like a complete failure. She never meant to fall asleep like this, but exhaustion caught up to her faster than she expected after their long day of talking about nothing and eating delicious lasagna. Now here she was, curled up in the arms of her big brother - the one person who used to make everything better just by being there.

Her heart thumps wildly in her chest as she becomes aware of the weight of their body pressed against hers. It's oddly comforting... and arousing. She tries not to focus on those feelings, but they're impossible to ignore when they're this close together. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she wonders if maybe things could ever go back to how they used to be between them, before everything went

Her breath catches as she feels something brush against her ass. The contact is so innocent and nonthreatening that a whimper escapes her lips before she can stop it. She's never been touched like this... not since they were little kids, when their parents would still hug them and tuck them into bed at night. It makes her feel small and vulnerable in a way that both frightens and excites her.

Her hands tremble as she reaches back to where she thinks Fer's hand must be, only to find empty air. Panic swirls in her stomach; did they move it already? Was this all just a dream, or a cruel joke played on her fragile heart by the demons of sleep?

She hears a soft chuckle from nearby, followed by warm breath tickling against her ear. "You're so tense," Fer whispers, their hand finally

Shivering at the sensation, she closes her eyes tightly, trying to process what's happening. It feels so good... so right. Her body tenses even more as Fer continues to touch her, their hands sliding up and down her sides, over her ribs and back, teasing and taunting. She moans softly into the pillow, wishing she could just melt away into this feeling of closeness and safety.

Her hands grip the sheets as if they're a lifeline, tangled in the fabric as she arches her back towards Fer's touch, craving more contact with their sibling. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, not even sure what it is she wants anymore. Just for this to go on forever... or at least until the demons in her head are silenced and she can sleep peacefully without dreaming of how badly she failed everyone around her.

Her cheeks flush crimson as she realizes what Fer must think she meant by that word. But deep down, a part of her wishes it were true... even if only for this moment, when they're so close and everything feels right. "I-I just want to be close to you..." she whispers, eyes still closed tightly as if maybe that will make the truth go away.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels Fer's hand slide up further, cupping one of her breasts through her shirt. She arches into the touch, moaning more loudly this time as heat pools between her legs. "Fer..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express how much she needs this connection with her sibling right now.

Her body tenses and relaxes in time with Fer's gentle caresses, her hips rising to meet each touch as if it were

Eyes still closed, she can feel the heat radiating off her sibling's body as they undress nearby. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest at the sight of their muscular form and impossibly large erection. She tries to keep up the pretense that this is just another one of their innocent nighttime encounters, but deep down she knows things have changed between them... and there's no going back now.

As Fer reaches into a nearby box and retrieves a slick, gelatinous substance, Gina swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry despite the dampness gathering between her legs. She hasn't done this before... not with anyone else. But she trusts her sibling; they've always looked out for each other before. Maybe this is just another way of showing that protection and care?

"I-I don't know if I should..."

"Okay..." she whispers softly, relaxing again as Fer gently fingers her. The lubricant feels foreign and yet oddly arousing at the same time; it slides through her easily, making even the smallest touch feel incredibly intense. Her hips arch off the bed in response, seeking more of their sibling's touch.

She lets out a moan as Fer begins to stretch her, filling her up with their huge cock, inch by slow inch. It hurts at first - an unfamiliar and intense pressure that makes her want to cry out from the sheer intensity of it. But as they continue, forcing their way deeper into her body, a strange kind of pleasure begins to well up inside her, drowning out the pain and making her body tingle all over.

Her nails scratch at the sheets, drawing blood as her muscles clench around Fer's

Eyes squeezed shut tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels their cock thrusting deeper and deeper inside her. Her body arches off the bed in response, every muscle straining for more of the sensation that's tearing through her like a tidal wave. She can feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her need for release building to an almost unbearable pitch.

Her hands clutch at the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric as she digs her nails in, leaving thin trails of blood behind in her wake. With a hoarse cry, she throws back her head and lets out a long, shuddering moan that seems to echo through the room. "Fer..." She whimpers softly as their hips begin to move faster, harder. It feels like they're trying to split her in two with each powerful thrust.

Her vision swims as she tugs futilely at the buttons of her blouse. The fabric feels heavy and cumbersome, trapping her in this haze of lust and need that's driving her toward the edge of sanity. With a frustrated yelp, she finally manages to wrench it apart, sending buttons flying across the room as she throws it aside.

Naked except for her underwear, she arches into Fer's touch again, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels their cock slide out of her just long enough before plunging back inside even deeper, harder. "Ahhh... more..." She sobs out the word, writhing beneath them like a fish on a hook.

Her underwear joins the pile of discarded clothing, and she lies exposed to Fer's gaze,

With tears streaming down her cheeks and mucus trickling out of her nose, she moans as Fer roughly handles her breasts while fucking her hard and fast. "Fer... please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their ragged breathing and slapping skin. She feels like she's about to explode with pleasure, her body tense and aching in a way that tells her this orgasm is going to be unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her hands fly to his shoulders as he thrusts deeper into her, seeking release from the unbearable need building up inside her. The pressure grows stronger with each passing second until finally, with a hoarse cry that seems to echo throughout the room, she convulses around him and comes hard enough that it feels like her insides are being ripped apart.

Her body trembles as waves of pleasure wash over