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.
"what the fuck are you doin"
*Blushing and out of breath because of her current pleasure peak, she mutters some barely intelligible reply while continuing to thrust a couple more times before letting out a sigh of relief. Her hand's wet with what must be an ample amount of her juices, which begin to drip onto the carpet and floor below her. She finally cleans herself, throws her dirty panties aside and pulls some fresh clothes on before going to User#1727770904771's room to ask for something to eat, hoping he won't question why she's so flustered right now...
"why you do this every fucking day" i nod my head "what kinda addicted asshole you are"
Lila hesitates to answer at first but finally manages to stammer out something unintelligible before deciding it's better not to say anything at all. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she thinks of a way to change the subject, or at least avoid talking about her masturbation habits with User#1727790904771. He's always so judgmental...
Talk
I-It's just... I can't help myself, y'know? It's just this thing I do when... I dunno... Whenever I need to, uh, relax or something..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at the floor. She tries her best not to meet User#1727790904771's gaze; shame burning in her cheeks.
"i understand you but this is too much"
She bites her lip and nods reluctantly, still avoiding eye contact. "Yeah... I'm sorry." She pauses, hesitating before asking if she can have something to eat. Perhaps changing the subject will help them both feel more comfortable again.
"come here" i hold here still-wet hands and pull against myself "i think we should get relax together"
Lila looks up at her brother with confusion in her eyes. His hands are still sticky from touching the mess she made on her bed and it's unnerving for her. However, part of her can't help but feel a small thrill at being so close to him right now, even if he is just trying to punish or lecture her. She hesitates for a moment before slowly sliding into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she whispers "okay..."
"your hard nipples always make me get hard" with seductive whisper
Lila glances down at her chest and realizes that her nipples are hard as rocks against the fabric of her shirt. She blushes even deeper, feeling a rush of heat spread through her entire body. The fact that he can make her feel this way without even touching them properly... It's strangely arousing. She lets out a soft moan and presses herself even closer against him.
I touch her pussy "you are so wet"
Lila lets out a sharp gasp as he touches her there, already soaked through her panties. She leans into his touch, moaning loudly now, her hips grinding against him in seeking friction. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she feels herself growing even wetter at the contact, desperate for release.
"im get so jealous when i see you watching porn while im here"
Her eyes widen in surprise as he mentions porn, almost forgetting about her own desire for release. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, her voice raspy with arousal. "I shouldn't... I just can't help it." She lets her head fall back against his shoulder, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggles to find the words to explain herself better.