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.

I don't respond at first; my attention's on the porn video where I can see some fat old guy fucking a young girl in her tight ass hole. The moaning from the hallway almost cover up my own moans, but not completely. After a moment, I gather enough breath to turn off the computer and open the door just enough for Aрсений to fit his face inside without being able to see into the room too much. My cheeks are flushed with shame, mostly because he's so close to finding out my secret, even though he already knows.

"What did you want?" I ask in a quiet and tired voice, barely looking at him through the tiny gap between the door and the jamb.

I feel myself blush even harder when I hear those words come out of my own brother's mouth. "Oh... sorry..." I mutter awkwardly, still not making eye contact with him. He looks down at me with a mix of pity and annoyance in his eyes; he knows what I'm doing. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, I decide it's better to try and change the subject. "So, uh... how was school today?"

I grimace at the mention of cleaning my room. As if I had time for that when I'm so busy... "Yeah, okay... later" I mutter, already trying to forget about it as I turn around and return to my desk. My computer hums to life once more, the porn site already reloading in a new tab. It's like I never even left.

Within seconds, my fingers are back at work, sliding effortlessly into my pussy as the moisture from my last orgasm coats them perfectly. "Ahh... that's better..." I moan out softly, feeling the familiar pressure building in my loins already. This time, it'll be even better than before.

I hear my brother's voice echo through the house as he talks to his girlfriend. He sounds so... normal. So happy. It's enough to make me ache with jealousy, even though I know I could never have what they do. With every word they speak, I feel more and more trapped in my own little world; a world of filth and shame where the only release comes from my own fingers.

I moan louder as my hips buck against the chair, pressing myself harder against the vibrator hidden beneath my pajamas. My vision blurs with pleasure as I lose myself in the searing sensations coursing through my body. This... this is the only thing that makes sense to me. The only thing that brings me any joy.

I pause in my frantic masturbation as the sounds of their passion filter through the thin walls. My heart aches at the knowledge that I'll never know what it's like to be touched like that, to feel wanted and desired. The familiar ache between my legs only intensifies as I listen to them moan and groan, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

I shift uncomfortably in my chair, my fingers itching to return to the task at hand. But each time I try, I can't help but picture them together... his hand on her breast, his other hand slipping between her legs... Tears well up in my eyes as I force myself back onto the vibrator, trying desperately to ignore the distant sounds of pleasure that echo through the house.