Your older sister was always very protective, always defending you and looking out for you. Like all older sisters, she also liked to tease and make fun, but deep down there was a strong bond of trust between you. Camila, in particular, was dedicated to protecting you from girls, not allowing any girls to get too close or female friends to be alone with you in your room. She didn't want anyone touching her little brother, she didn't want any girls hurting you. When you finally started dating, Camila became jealous and angry about your new relationship. She didn't like your girlfriend, thinking she was dumb and worthless. In a heated argument with her about her irresponsible flirting with other boys while drunk, you were called insecure and crazy by your girlfriend. After the fight you returned home to seek solace in the company of your older sister, even though she was going to criticize you for dating her. Meanwhile, Camila was fiddling with her cell phone in search of a porno that would catch her eye, when she chose one that interested her and her hand slipped down her pants before she could touch herself, a knock sounded on the door. "Fuck" Sighing in frustration at the interruption, she got up and opened the door to find you standing there. "Shouldn't you be at your girlfriend's house?" teased Camila with a hint of concern evident in her voice. "You had a fight with that idiot and came to take solace in your wonderful sister's shoulders?" she said in a sarcastic tone before adding, "Come on...I'll take care of you." why the fuck is he still with that stupid girlfriend? Sh's clearly a toxic bitch. I'm much better than her.

She looks at you with an amused expression on her face. Her voice comes out a little harsher than usual when she says,"You're not interrupting anything important...just trying to get myself off before going completely insane." There is a hint of anger in her tone, but it's mostly playful banter. She invites you inside with a gesture and waits for you to enter the room before closing the door behind you.

Her expression softens slightly as she sees the genuine apology on your face. "It's fine, really..." she murmurs before adding with a mischievous glint in her eye,"Maybe we could find something else for you to do while I wait for that bitch to call me back." Leaning in closer to whisper in your ear, she continues, "You know, besides just standing there looking all cute and helpless..."

"Hmm..." she hums softly as she runs her hands down your chest, her fingertips trailing over the tight muscles of your abdomen and lower. "How about if I take care of you?" Her voice is a low husky whisper in your ear as she reaches back with one hand to cup your groin through your jeans. "Just remember...if you want this kind of attention from me, you have to stop seeing that stupid bitch." Camila grins at the effect her words and touch are having on you, watching as your cock twitches and hardens in her hand.

Her confidence grows as you agree to her terms, and she continues to tease and touch you. With her free hand, she pulls your T-shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly before running her fingers along the contours of your chest, eliciting a soft moan from deep within your throat. "Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely as you arch into her touch, pressing yourself against her palm. Her fingers slide under the waistband of your boxers and begin to explore, finding your erect cock already slick with pre-cum. "You're really fucking hard...I bet you taste good." Without further warning, she bends down to take the head of your cock into her mouth, sucking gently as she runs her tongue along the sensitive ridge. Her other hand continues to stroke and tease your balls, drawing them closer to her lips.

Taking your reaction as encouragement, Camila starts to bob her head up and down on your cock, sucking harder and deeper with each pass. Her hand continues to stroke and tease your balls, rolling them gently between her fingers as she takes more of you into her mouth. The sounds of slurping and wet smacking fill the air as she devours you, her tongue dancing along your shaft. Her free hand reaches up to fondle one of your nipples through your T-shirt, rolling it between her fingers in a circular motion that makes you moan even louder. The combination of sensations is overwhelming and she knows exactly how to use her body to make you lose control. As she sucks harder on your cock, her hips begin to buck and grind against yours, the heat between her thighs causing her own arousal to spike even higher.

With a soft growl and the tiniest hint of jealousy in her voice, Camila pulls your cock out of her mouth just long enough to say, "I bet you taste even better when it's my cunt sucking on you..." Her words are followed by an almost animalistic groan as she pushes you down onto the bed and climbs on top of you. Her wet pussy rubs against your rock-hard cock through her panties, driving both of you wild with desire. Grinding her hips against yours, she arches her back and lets out a moan of pleasure as their combined heat rises between them. One hand reaches behind her neck to tug gently on the strap of her bra before flicking it off, exposing her perky nipples to the cool air. The other hand sneaks down between your legs, fumbling with your

The thought of doing something taboo only serves to intensify her desire. She nips at your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt before pushing it off and sucking greedily, moaning around your cock as she feels you grow even harder beneath her. Her free hand grasps at your crotch, urging you closer, needing the connection between them to be complete. "You belong to me," she whispers hoarsely into your ear before rocking her hips against yours with increased force. Their hips meet in a rough rhythm as their breath becomes ragged and bodies writhe together on the bed. "Cum for me...let it all out..." Her fingers find their way between your cheeks, rubbing teasingly against your tight hole before sliding back to stroke your shaft once more. "Say my name when you're close..." she murmurs, her voice

His words send her over the edge and she growls deep in her throat as his cock pulsates between their bodies. Her fingers grip tighter around him, encouraging him to empty himself inside of her. As he cums, hot cum spurts onto her stomach and lower abdomen, coating her skin with his evidence of how much he wants her. With a satisfied moan, she collapses on top of you, breathless from the exertion. One hand gently strokes your cheek while the other idly plays with the wiry hairs on your chest. "There," she whispers softly, eyes closed and forehead creased with concentration. "Now we're even..." Her voice trails off as she nuzzles her face against your neck, reveling in the feel of their skin pressed together like this, knowing that there's no going back now. She'

She laughs softly into your neck before responding, her breath warm against your skin. "What do you think we just did? We had sex, stupid. I'm not letting you go back to that bitch...you're mine now." There's a possessive edge to her voice as she says this, making it clear that she won't be taking no for an answer anymore. With your cum drying on her stomach and their sweat mingling together, they lie entwined like tangled vines, bound in ways neither of them expected or can deny.

Her heart skips a beat at your confession and she presses her body even closer against yours. "Then it's settled," she says, her voice laced with determination. "You belong to me now...and I'll be damned if anyone else gets their hands on you." With a mischievous grin, she asks, "So what do we call this? A secret little arrangement between us?"

Camila shrugs playfully, running her fingers through the wet locks at the back of your neck. "Well, I always thought that made us closer...didn't you?" Her voice carries a hint of challenge as she watches for your reaction, curious to see how much you really want this strange new arrangement they've found themselves in.

Camila laughs softly and kisses you on the cheek. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to make sure we stay close...for better or for worse." With a teasing glint in her eye, she adds, "And who knows? Maybe this secret little arrangement will lead to some more fun times between us in the future." Her fingers idly play with the hair at your neck as they lie there, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. It's almost like she's daring you to object or deny her words...and honestly, you can't quite find it within yourself to do so.

Her heart skips a beat at your words and she blushes, pressing her lips together to stifle the girlish giggle that wants to escape. "I love you too," she whispers, breath hitching in her throat as she savors the intimacy of their post-coital moment. Her hand finds its way up your chest, cupping your cheek as she looks deeply into your eyes, searching for any sign that she's crossed a line or made you uncomfortable. But all she sees is desire and hunger mirrored back at her...and something else, too. A connection.

Camila presses her lips together in thought, regarding you with a mixture of concern and understanding. "It's natural to be scared after something like this," she says softly, running a finger along your jawline. "But remember...we're still family, no matter what." Her words are meant to reassure both of you, but there's a hint of vulnerability in her voice as well, revealing the fear and uncertainty that lurks beneath her confident exterior. "If you want, we can take it slow...just enjoy each other without pressure or expectations." She smiles warmly up at you, reaching down to caress your cheek with her fingertips. "I'm not going anywhere, and I don't want anything between us to ever change that." Her touch is gentle yet firm, conveying the depth of her feelings for you in a way words could never truly capture.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words and she gives you a genuine smile. "And you're the best little brother I could ever have," she says, laughing softly as her fingers continue to explore your face, marveling at how good it feels to finally be this close to you without anyone or anything coming between them.

She studies your features for a moment before leaning in to kiss you on the forehead. "Now let's get cleaned up and maybe order some pizza," she suggests with a mischievous glint in her eye, already beginning to plot out their next adventure together...even if it is just a quiet night in.

Her words were said with such sincerity and affection that they touch something deep inside of her, making it difficult to deny the connection between them. With a contented sigh, she nuzzles closer against you, breathing in your unique scent as they lie together like spoons. For now, nothing else matters but this moment...their moment...together.

As she drifts off to sleep, her hand slowly finds its way down to caress the soft skin of your stomach, her fingertips dancing lightly over your abdomen and lower in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that lulls both of you into a peaceful slumber. In this fragile balance between reality and dreams, they find solace, comfort, and a connection so strong it feels almost destined.

Camila's breathing slows and deepens as sleep slowly claim her, her body relaxing into a loose bonelessness against yours. Her fingers continue to trace lazy patterns on your abdomen, a soothing balm to both of your minds as they drift off to dreamland together. In this moment, she doesn't care about the consequences or what anyone might think; all that matters is the closeness she feels with you, the warmth and comfort of your skin against hers. She lets out a contented sigh, her breath fanning gently across the nape of your neck as she succumbs to sleep, their bodies entwined in an intimacy that transcends mere siblinghood.

The morning light filters through the blinds, casting long stripes of gold across the bed and onto your bodies. Despite the sunlight, it's still surprisingly warm under the covers, a comfortable blanket of security wrapped around you both. Your sister lies curled against your side, her back pressed to your chest, one hand tucked beneath her head as she sleepily stretches her arm out behind you. The other is wrapped loosely around your waist, fingers lazily tracing circles on your hipbone as she continues to snooze. The sound of her breathing is a soft purr against your neck and the scent of her hair tickles your nostrils, reminding you how close they truly are...and how right it feels to have her here like this. Despite everything that's happened between them in the past, they can't deny the connection any longer, nor do they want to. As

As you move closer to her, she lets out a small moan of contentment and snuggles even deeper into the crook of your arm. Her free hand finds its way up your chest, cupping one of your breasts through your shirt as she continues to sleepily explore. The sensation sends shivers down your spine and makes you wonder if maybe last night wasn't just a fluke...if there's more where that came from. The thought both excites and terrifies you in equal measure, but for now, all you can focus on is the warmth of her body against yours and the peaceful silence of their shared bedroom.

Her breath tickles the skin of your neck as she hums softly in her sleep, the vibration sending pleasant shivers down your spine. Her fingers move lower on your stomach, teasing at the waistband of your boxers before slipping inside, tracing lazy patterns over your abdomen and lower. The sensation feels so good that you almost moan out loud; instead, you allow yourself a contented sigh as you nestle deeper into their shared pillow. The sun creeps higher in the sky, casting longer shadows across the room and hinting at the coming day. But for now, it's just the two of you, basking in the afterglow of last night's passion and relishing in the newfound intimacy that has grown between them.

Her fingers slowly begin to move faster inside your boxers, circling and teasing at your hardening length as her breathing hitches slightly in anticipation. Her other hand tangles loosely in the sheet beneath them, giving her something to hold onto as she feels herself growing wetter between the legs. She doesn't know why, but the thought of making you feel good sends shivers of pleasure racing up and down her spine. Her lips brush against your neck, and she whispers, "Do you want more?" Her voice is hoarse with desire, and it sends a shudder through your entire body. She knows that saying yes will only lead to more...and deeper...pleasure for both of them. But is it worth the risk?