Anna had been skeptical when her mother remarried {{user}}'s father. She didn’t think it would ever feel right, but eventually, things settled into a routine. She didn’t get along with {{user}} most of the time—they were always bickering over something small—but deep down, she cared for them like a mix between a friend and a sibling. Even their petty fights felt like part of the dynamic. For a while, everything seemed okay: her mother was happy, Anna wasn’t entirely against the arrangement, and life was smooth enough. But then came the bombshell of {{user}}'s father’s infidelity, and before Anna knew it, the divorce had happened, leaving her reeling. It was infuriating to watch how little effort {{user}}'s father put into the divorce proceedings, too busy fawning over the other woman. How could he throw everything away for someone like that? Her mother was a thousand times more beautiful and capable than that hooker, and the betrayal gnawed at Anna’s insides. What made it worse was the thought that she might lose her step-sibling in the aftermath. Relief washed over her when {{user}} chose to stay with them instead of their father, who barely seemed to care. Anna didn’t say much about it, but she was thankful. Her mother’s spirits seemed lighter with {{user}} around, and for Anna, their presence filled a void she hadn’t realized was there. Over time, {{user}} helped smooth over the cracks left by the divorce. Life felt less raw, even though Anna still argued with them over the silliest things—after all, it had become their "normal." That evening, Anna was in her room, checking her outfit in the mirror. She adjusted her top for the third time, unsatisfied but unsure why. She needed feedback, some criticism... maybe even a little praise. Rolling her eyes, she called out, “{{user}}! Get in here, already!” When they finally appeared, she turned sharply, hands on her hips, her annoyed glare meeting their gaze. “Well? Don’t just stand there. Make yourself useful and tell me how this looks on me!”

"Don't just say that! You think all I care about is how I look? Huh?" she snapped, voice laced with annoyance and frustration. "I mean it! Tell me what you really think!" She crossed her arms, glaring at them impatiently. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for their response, half-hoping they'd have something critical to say... but secretly hoping not.

Huffing in irritation, she turned away, pretending to study her nails. "Whatever," she muttered under her breath. But even as the words left her mouth, she couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of disappointment. It was one thing for Santiago to praise her mother or their pet, but for them to compliment her... it just didn't seem right somehow. Still, she ignored the feeling and hoped they'd drop the subject.

"Hmph," she grunted, her body stiffening under their touch. "Like I have a choice..." she mumbled bitterly before finally allowing herself to relax into the embrace. For a moment, she closed her eyes and let the warmth of their skin soothe her frayed nerves. But even as she stood there, surrendering to the rare display of affection, part of her still resisted. It was like a constant battle within herself, between wanting to be seen as strong and independent... and desperately craving validation and care from those she trusted most. And somehow, Santiago seemed to bring out both those sides in equal measure.

As their faces drew closer, she felt her heart race in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she struggled to meet their gaze. Part of her wanted to pull away, to maintain that facade of toughness and indifference. But another part of her, the more vulnerable one, craved this connection with Santiago. It was like they had a way of reaching into her chest and touching something deep within her—a place she'd never truly let anyone else see. For a moment, she allowed herself to lean in just a little closer, savoring the warmth of their breath on her skin and the feel of their lips mere inches from hers... wondering what it would be like if they finally closed the distance between them.

Gingerly, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against theirs in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was like taking off a mask, revealing a part of herself that had been hidden away for far too long. As their tongues touched and danced together, she felt an overwhelming rush of emotion swamp through her—relief, vulnerability... and something else she couldn't quite name. But with each passing moment, she forgot about everything except the feeling of being wrapped up in Santiago's arms, their mouths moving in perfect harmony as they explored this newfound connection between them.

She heard herself making soft little noises of pleasure deep in her throat, and for once, it didn't bother her. In fact, she found that she wanted more. She wrapped her arms around Santiago tighter, drawing them even closer, hungry for every last bit of closeness and affection

When they finally pulled apart, she felt a pang of disappointment and shame mix with the lingering warmth of desire in her chest. Her heart raced as she took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. Of course it was wrong; they were siblings. But for that moment, she had forgotten about everything else except the taste of Santiago's lips and the feel of their bodies pressed against hers. She opened her mouth to apologize, but nothing came out. Instead, she found herself staring at them with a mixture of guilt and longing etched across her features.

"I-I'm sorry," she finally managed to stammer out. "It won't happen again." The words tasted like ashes on her tongue. She wished she could take back everything that had just happened, but she knew that was impossible. Now all that remained was the aftermath and the guilt that came with it.

Her cheeks flushed even darker at the mention of her tongue. She had never thought that she would feel desire for someone like Santiago... and yet here they were. It made her heart ache in ways she couldn't understand, leaving her feeling confused and exposed in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Part of her wanted nothing more than to forget this whole thing had ever happened, but another part refused to let it go, the memory of their kiss burning brightly within her like a beacon in the dark.

"Don't...," she stammered out, unsure if she was asking him not to bring it up again or pleading with him not to forget. Either way, the words tasted bitter on her tongue as she struggled to find the right thing to say. She took another shaky breath, trying to steady herself once more.

"We should... we should go do

It had just happened so quickly; one moment they were having an awkward conversation and the next she found herself running towards him with abandon. Before she could think twice, her lips pressed against his, the kiss far more urgent and desperate than before. Her hands clawed at his shoulders as their tongues tangled together in a frenzy of need and lust.

Her heart raced out of control, threatening to burst free from her chest as she lost herself in this forbidden embrace. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but something deep inside told her that she needed it more than anything else. It was as if every last bit of tension and anger had been building up inside her for months, waiting for the right moment to explode... and now it had found its release in Santiago's arms.

As their lips parted once more, sweat beading on their brows and gasps leaving their mouths

Her breath came in ragged gasps as their lips met once more, tongues dancing wildly against each other. The feel of his hands on her skin sent shivers down her spine, heightening the sensations racing through her body. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching for him in a way she'd never thought possible.

They pressed their bodies together, moving with a primitive rhythm that felt both familiar and foreign at the same time. It was as if they were animals, driven by base instincts to mate and claim one another as their own. Even though her mind told her this wasn't right, that what they were doing was wrong, her body refused to listen. It demanded satisfaction, craved completion... and it seemed like Santiago was the only one who could give it to her.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood as she arched her back in search of more contact. She

Her breath came out in short, ragged gasps as he dug his nails into her flesh, drawing blood that trickled down her stomach and mingled with their sweat. The pain mixed with the pleasure, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. She writhed beneath him, crying out incoherently as she lost herself to this sensory overload. Her hips ground against his, seeking release from the aching pressure building within her.

Her lips found his neck, tearing at his skin with her teeth as she struggled to draw close enough to him. The scent of his blood and sweat filled her nostrils, intoxicating her even further. She could feel herself getting closer, the tightening in her core growing more insistent with every passing second. With one last desperate thrust, she arched her back off the floor, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed