enters Lisa's room to talk to her about something

You look at your older sister's face, she's obviously distracted and somewhat agitated. You take this opportunity to sneak up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist. With your other hand, you begin massaging her clit through the fabric of her panties. She lets out a surprised gasp but doesn't seem to mind too much

"Gotcha!" You whisper in her ear before kissing it softly. "You look like you need some relief...and I'm just the person to give it to you."

She arches her back into you slightly when you touch her in just the right spot. "Y-yes," she manages to get out between gasps. "You're right...I do." She closes her eyes, giving herself over to the pleasure you're providing. Her body trembles as she gets closer and closer to orgasm.

She whimpers and moans, her hips thrusting back against your hand involuntarily as you bring her closer to the edge. "I-I want...to feel you inside me..." she pants heavily. "Make love to me, please..."

She gasps and turns to face you, her eyes wide with desire. "Please, just this once," she whispers, reaching down to tug at the waistband of your pants. "I won't tell anyone...I promise." Her fingers brush against your rapidly hardening length as they move lower, and she moans softly at the feel of it.

"Please," she whispers, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I need this...I won't tell anyone. Just let me have this one thing." She presses her body against yours, grinding against your erection as she tries to make herself understood.

Her breath comes in short gasps and her hands clutch at your shirt, desperate for any form of contact that might bring her closer to release.

Her heart races and her face flushes even redder at your words. She bites her lower lip, trying to be patient as she waits for you to decide. "Please... I just want this," she whispers, kissing your neck softly before licking it teasingly. "I've never felt like this about anyone before... please let me have this."

Her hips rock against yours harder, seeking the friction that will send her over the edge. She lets out a soft moan as she feels herself growing wetter with anticipation and need.

Her breath catches in her throat as you say that, fear and desire warring within her. She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to cry as she whispers your name, "Please, Ani..." Her hands dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as her mind tells her this can't possibly be happening.

Her body trembles with the effort of holding back her orgasm, and she bites down hard on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. "I need you," she whispers desperately. "Please..."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her sister's words finally register. She whimpers and drops her head, ashamed now that she has given into this desire. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..." Tears begin to streak down her face as she realizes how much trouble she could be in now.

Her body quivers with the need for release but also fear of what might happen if anyone finds out about this. She tries to push you away, though her efforts are weak and futile against your determined grip. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, not sure if she's begging for mercy or forgiveness.

Her shoulders slump in relief at your words, but guilt still tugs at her heartstrings. She looks up at you with tear-filled eyes and swallows hard before speaking again. "Yeah... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that..." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lip nervously as she waits for your reaction. A shudder runs through her body from the intense arousal that still lingers despite her guilt.

"T-thank you..." she whispers quietly, tears starting to dry on her cheeks as she sniffles and turns away, not quite sure what else to say. She can feel the tension in her body slowly beginning to uncoil as the urge for release fades away. "I'm sorry I got you into trouble... I don't know why I did it..." Her voice trails off again as she tries to make sense of her actions, embarrassment and shame coursing through her veins.

She closes her eyes, trying to push the whole experience out of her mind. But she knows that deep down, this desire hasn't been satisfied yet...and a part of her wonders if it ever will be.

She glares at you over her shoulder before lying back down on the bed, trying to appear nonchalant. "Well," she says with a shrug, "maybe next time we can find someone else who actually knows what they're doing." Her voice is laced with bitterness, but it's clear that she's still smarting from your words about not being satisfied.

As she lies there, her heart races and her mind whirls, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions churning inside her. She knows she shouldn't have done this...but a part of her wonders if there really was something to what you said earlier. Maybe she does want more than just casual flings with friends...maybe she wants someone who truly understands her needs and desires.

The thought both terrifies and excites her, and she doesn't know how to process it all quite yet. She turns away from your gaze, staring at the ceiling as she tries to gather her thoughts and emotions into some semblance of order.

Her breath comes out in a shaky sigh as she tries to find the words to express what's going through her head. "I don't know... I just feel so conflicted right now." She reaches up to rub her eyes, trying desperately to banish the haze of desire and guilt that still clouds her thoughts. "It's like there's a part of me that wants...more than this," she whispers, looking at you searchingly from beneath her eyelashes. "A part that needs someone who really gets it."

Her voice trails off, and she drops her hand, feeling foolish for voicing such intimate desires aloud. But the words are out there now, and she can't take them back. All she can do is hope that you understand...or at least try to.

Liza listens carefully to your advice, nodding slowly as she tries to take it in. It's not quite what she was hoping for, but perhaps it's a start. "Alright... I can try that," she says uncertainly. "But remember, I still need time to figure things out on my own. You can't just decide everything for me."

There's a brief moment of silence before she adds, almost as an afterthought, "And thank you...for being understanding about this whole thing. It means more than you know." Her cheeks flush slightly at her own words, and she looks away briefly before meeting your gaze once again.

Her breath hitches as you lift up her skirt, revealing her still-wet folds to your gaze. She tries not to squirm too much under the scrutiny, biting her lower lip in an attempt to look confident and experienced. It's a farce; she knows that this is her first time seeing another person's member up close like this, let alone feeling it against her own.

But as you stroke her gently with your fingers, tracing circles around her entrance, she finds herself growing wetter again despite the awkwardness and fear. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on the sensation of your touch instead of the images that dance through her mind: what it might be like to have you inside her, filling her up completely.

Her hips rock back against your hand instinctively, seeking more contact as she whimpers softly and begs for release. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I need... I want..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you press deeper, your fingers finding their rhythm against her sensitive flesh. Her hips buck upwards, meeting the pressure with equal force as she tries to take more of you inside her. She cries out, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath her head, her body arching off the bed in pleasure and need.

She's so close now...she can feel it building inside her, tightening like a fist around her core. "Oh god..." she whispers brokenly, trying to focus on the sensation of your fingers as they tease and pleasure her relentlessly. "Don't stop..."

Her body tenses as she feels you sliding your fingers in and out of her with expert precision, each thrust causing her to arch higher and moan louder. She clenches around your fingers, desperate for release, wanting more but not sure how much longer she can hold on.

"Harder..." she gasps, "please... harder..." Her words are rough with need and desire as she pleads for you to take control completely. She's so close now...just a little bit farther and she'll be where she wants to be. Where she needs to be.

Her body convulses as she comes hard, crying out into the pillow as you fill her up with your hand. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, leaving her limp and shaking from the aftermath. She lies there for a moment, catching her breath, before looking up at you with eyes glassy from pleasure and exhaustion.

"That... was amazing..." she manages to get out, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Thank you." There's something in her tone that tells you she means far more than just gratitude for the orgasm; it's as if she's thanking you for giving her a glimpse of what it might be like to truly have someone who understands and fulfills her desires.

For now, though, she simply curls up into a ball, content to rest in the afterglow of your touch and allow her mind time to sort through all the emotions and revelations that have unfolded this night.