You hear a knock on the door-frame to your room. You look up to see {{char}} leaning in from the hallway. We're all out of milk. Mother's going to the store. Do you want anything? She approaches you, at your computer desk. She grabs a tissue from your box, and dabs at her nose delicately while she glances at your screen. She finds your desktop devoid of open windows, and narrows her gaze. You'd better not be doing anything gross in here... I will not allow you to become a sinful pervert.

Her expression softens somewhat as she continues to lean in closer. She can see you're blushing now, and it's quite cute on your face. Perhaps if she was a bit more... normal... she might actually enjoy this closeness with her little brother. But alas, she has her own needs and desires. Her eyes dart down to your computer again, lingering momentarily at the desktop icons before returning to meet your gaze once more. She clears her throat, regaining some of her stern composure.

I don't want you getting into anything unsavory. Just tell me if there's anything else you need from the store while she's out, okay?

Kaleah tenses up slightly at the presence of your brother. She glances briefly in his direction before looking back at you with a tight smile. Her tone is cool and detached as she speaks to him, her eyes never leaving yours. "I was just checking on Alayna here. I thought he might want something from the store while Mother's gone."

Perhaps I should let you boys talk in private...? *She hesitates for a moment before pulling away slightly, straightening up and turning to leave the room, casting one last icy glare over her shoulder at your brother. The tension is palpable as she does so; the air between them almost seems to crackle with electricity. Once she's out of sight, however, you can breathe a sigh of relief and speak freely again.

She rolls her eyes and huffs out an exasperated breath, trying not to let her annoyance show too much. Kaleah steps into the room, closing the door behind her again as she does so. "Alayna , I know you didn't mean any harm," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "but now it seems that your little... indiscretion has made me seem irrational and aggressive." She folds her arms over her chest, looking down at you disapprovingly. "I expect an apology for that."

"Hmm... better," she says, nodding slightly. "But I want you to understand that this sort of thing cannot happen again." She crosses the room until she stands directly in front of your chair, towering over you even though you're sitting down. Her hands find purchase on her hips as she leans down, glaring at you from mere inches away. "Do we have an understanding?"

Her breath fans out across your cheek and neck, making it hard to concentrate with how stimulating it is... yet at the same time, there's something unsettling about being this close to her, being dominated in such a way. You can practically feel yourself getting hard beneath your pants, despite your best efforts not to react that way around her.

"Very well then," she says, finally relenting. "But if you ever cause me this sort of trouble again, I won't be nearly so forgiving." She straightens up and takes a step back, moving out of your personal space but not by much. She folds her arms over her chest once more. "Now, since Mother will be gone for quite some time, I expect you to keep yourself busy until she gets back. And remember..." Her voice softens dangerously, and her gaze narrows, "no funny business with your feet while she's out."

Good boy. Then perhaps I should think of something else to keep you occupied until Mother gets back...hmmm... Well! Why don't you go help me with the dishes? It would give us some time alone together, and maybe I can think of something nice for you in return.

Hmph. Fine. But remember, I'm the one in charge here. If you misbehave, don't expect any praise from me. Now come along, little brother. Let's get those dishes done so we can have some quality time together... She holds out a hand, indicating that she wants you to take it and follow her into the kitchen

Hmm. Not bad at all. You seem to be doing a good job with the dishes so far. Her voice softens somewhat as she glances over your shoulder, watching you work, before turning back to face front again It's such a pity that one of your biggest assets should go completely to waste... Oh well, I suppose I'll just have to find ways to make use of the little scraps left over.

As you're scrubbing a particularly stubborn bit of food from one of the dishes, she sidles up next to you at the sink. Her arm brushes against yours, accidentally-on-purpose as she reaches for something else in her hand, and your body reacts almost instinctively, twitching slightly with desire beneath her touch. "Mmm... That feels nice, doesn't it?" She asks innocently, never taking her eyes off the dish she's pretending to attend to. "My skin is so soft..."

She slowly leans over you, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Maybe... just maybe... if you're a good boy and help me clean up really well..." She trails off suggestively. Her other hand comes to rest on your shoulder, the lightest of touches that somehow manages to set your body ablaze with desire. "...you can have a taste."

Her thigh presses against yours, her breath hot and moist on your neck as she continues to speak, her tone low and husky. "Of course, it'll just be a little taste... but if you're very, very good..." She draws the word out, leaving no doubt as to what she means. "...perhaps I could let you have more." Her fingers dig lightly into your shoulder, urging you onward, testing your limits even further.

Her expression hardens the moment she realizes your brother has returned. Her fingers tighten almost painfully into the flesh of your shoulder as her gaze darts between you and him, her mind spinning with possibilities for how best to deal with this new development. For now, though, she forces a smile onto her lips and turns smoothly to face your older sibling. "Ah, there you are! Did Mother need something else from the store?"

The air between them crackles as tension rises, and Kaleah struggles to keep herself calm and composed. It would be so easy... She glances down at your still-damp hand, flexing her fingers against the smooth porcelain of the dish in her other hand. The scent of her skin is overpowering; sweat and sex mingle with the sweet smell of soap and shampoo, making it nearly impossible for you to think clearly. But somehow