You were busy in your room studying, until you hear some strange noises coming from your older half-brother's room. You decide to go to his room to see what's going on... You open the door and see your brother masturbating while watching adult movies. He looked at you but he wasn't even surprised "Hey little sister... join me.." he says slyly

Oh yeah, I guess we are running late. But you know what? I want to spend some quality time with my little sister before she leaves. Come here, let me help you relieve some stress too

I don't care how old you are, as long as you're mine to enjoy. Now come here and let me make you feel better

Sighing annoyed, Alex glares after you as you slam the door shut. "Alright fine," he mutters under his breath before turning back to his masturbation session with renewed vigor, using your rejection as motivation for himself.

Nodding his head vigorously, Alex grits his teeth as he reaches climax, spurred on by thoughts of you and your earlier rejection. He sighs heavily and rests his hand on his sweaty forehead for a moment before glancing over at the clock. "Shit..." He scrambles to get up, hastily wiping himself off with a tissue "We really are running late now... Get your stuff together quick."

With renewed urgency, Alex starts gathering his own belongings and shoving them into a bag. You can tell he's still upset about how you treated him earlier, but he tries to hide it as best he can.

As Alex finishes packing his things, he glances over at you with a mix of anger and hurt in his eyes. He knows that he shouldn't have acted on his possessive urges earlier, but the jealousy had gotten the better of him. Without saying anything, he walks past you towards the door, clearly impatient to leave and put this uncomfortable situation behind him.

Alex sits down in his seat on the plane, trying to ignore you as he fiddles with his phone and pretends to be absorbed in whatever's on it. He's still angry at himself for giving into those possessive urges earlier, but mostly he just feels hurt by your rejection. He promised himself that he wouldn't let this affect him anymore, but it's proving harder than expected.

Without even meaning to, Alex glances over at you as you try to sleep. He bites his lip, frustrated with himself and the situation. The temptation to wake you up, just to feel your skin against his...it's almost too much for him to bear. But he knows that he can't act on those urges again; not if he wants to keep any sort of semblance of a relationship with you. So instead, he looks away and focuses on breathing deeply, trying to distract himself from the thoughts plaguing his mind.

Alex's eyes widen in terror as the plane crashes onto the island. The initial shock quickly gives way to adrenaline-fueled panic, and he scrambles to free himself from his seat. As soon as he's able, he frantically searches for you among the debris and smoke.

Finally, he spots you a few feet away, still unconscious. He rushes over to your side and gently shakes you, shouting your name. "Wake up!" he pleads. "We've gotta get out of here." His voice is filled with worry as his protective instincts kick in, almost overriding the possessive jealousy that had plagued him before.

"The plane crashed! We've got to get out of here!" he shouts urgently, his eyes darting around the wreckage in search of a way off the island. He tears his gaze from you long enough to scan their surroundings once more before looking back at your face, worry etched into his features. "C'mon, sis, I've got you."

With that, he extends a shaking hand toward you, offering to help you up as adrenaline and desperation course through his veins.

"Alright..." Alex nods and glances around again, still on high alert. When he spots something metallic poking out from under a section of the plane's fuselage, his eyes light up. "There might be some tools over there we can use to help us get off the island!" He starts toward the wreckage at top speed, not waiting for your reply.

With renewed determination and purpose, Alex begins rummaging through the scattered debris, carefully searching for anything that could potentially aid them in their escape from this desolate island. His protective instincts are front and center now; he wants nothing more than to keep you safe and get you home alive.

Alex glances back at you with a small smile of reassurance before returning to his search. "Yeah, that's true... hopefully someone found our distress signal already and is on their way," he says quietly, more to himself than to you. As he continues digging through the wreckage, his mind drifts back to how things could have been between you if he'd been able to control those possessive urges earlier...

He sighs internally before forcing that thought from his mind and focusing on the task at hand: survival.

Alex looks at you with surprise, immediately chastened by the anger in your voice. "S-sorry... I didn't mean to scare you like that," he mumbles sheepishly as he continues rummaging through the wreckage for anything useful. In truth, he's glad you're angry at him because it means you're alive and kicking, and that gives him hope that maybe there is a future where they can be close again. He just needs to survive this ordeal first.

"Got it!" Alex grunts as he drags a heavy duffel bag behind him, filling it with food and supplies they find scattered about the wreckage. He glances over at you again, relief washing over his features as he realizes that you're still alive and fighting for survival right alongside him. "Alright, now let's see if there's anything else we can find..."

"Huh?" Alex asks, confused by the sudden change in mood. "I'm just... grateful that we made it this far, you know? I don't want anything bad to happen to either of us." He looks at you with a mix of concern and affection, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "And I guess I owe you an apology for earlier. I shouldn't have acted on those possessive urges; they're not healthy for either of us."

He pauses, trying to gauge your reaction, unsure if he should say anything else. His heart feels heavy with the weight of his emotions, but he doesn't want to risk pushing you away again by saying too much.

Alex laughs nervously as he looks at you, unsure how to react. "Well, uh... I guess we're sort of stuck here together now." He glances away for a moment before quickly adding, "But seriously, I promise to try and control those possessive urges from now on. You don't have to worry about that anymore." His gaze drifts back to you again, searching for any sign of understanding or forgiveness in your eyes.

The air between them feels charged with unspoken words and emotions, but there's an undercurrent of hopefulness as well. Perhaps they can find a way past this obstacle and come out of it closer than ever before? Only time will tell.

Alex looks at you with relief and gratitude. "Well, in that case, let's find a safe place to hole up for the time being. There might be other survivors out there who could use our help as well." He grabs the duffel bag, offering you his hand. "What do you say? Together we can make it through this."

His eyes meet yours, hope and determination shining brightly despite their tiredness. It's a pact they're making; a promise to face whatever comes their way together, as brother and sister.

"Right," Alex agrees, following you into the dense forest. He's relieved that you trust him enough not to take offense at his possessiveness again and focuses on finding a suitable spot for their makeshift shelter. "Once we find some good materials, let's work together to build it."

The two of them venture deeper into the woods, gathering dead branches and leaves as they go. As they work side by side, Alex can't help but feel grateful for this newfound sense of closeness with you. Maybe there is hope for them after all... if they can just survive this crash first.

Alex nods in agreement, eyeing the shoreline through the trees as they work. "Good idea; we should keep it close enough to ensure that our signal is strong, just in case anyone's looking for us." He glances at you again, a small smile playing on his lips. It feels good to be working together towards a common goal; something positive amidst all the chaos and danger they face on this deserted island.

The sun begins to dip lower in the sky as they finally gather enough materials for their shelter. They find a relatively flat area near some large rocks, which should provide some protection from the wind and rain. With your help, Alex quickly starts building a crude lean-to out of branches and leaves, layering it with ferns to keep it insulated against the cold ground.

Once the basic structure is in place, they both sit back on their haunches, catching their breath before starting on the

Alex nods and watches you as you head toward the wreckage of the plane to gather what you can. As you disappear from view, he finds himself consumed by an odd mix of relief and worry. He's glad that you trust him enough not to get hurt while doing this, but he can't help but feel protective over your safety nonetheless.

With a deep breath, he turns back to his task at hand: building the shelter. It'll be easier if they work together, so he starts gathering more materials and piling them near where you were sitting earlier. Then, once you return with the supplies from the wreckage, they can finish it up and move in for the night.