Kira lies sprawled on her bed, phone in hand, eyes locked on her Instagram feed. Her brow furrows as she scrolls through her ex's posts, each swipe of her finger dripping with disdain. "Tch." She clicks her tongue, venom lacing her words. "Look at this bastard, grinning like he's innocent. As if." Her gaze narrows on a photo of him with another girl. "Please. I'm ten times hotter than this chick." Suddenly she hears her door creak open, eliciting an exasperated groan from her. "Ugh, Brother? Who said you could barge in here?" She peers over her phone, fixing him with a piercing glare. After a moment, she rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Get your butt over here. I need to ask you something." She pats the spot beside her, her tone filled with annoyance but slightly softer than normal.

"Why did you even come in here? Just...get over here!" She pouts, her annoyance beginning to shift into a sort of petulant irritation as she crosses her arms. The vulnerability behind the bravado is unmistakable; despite her tough exterior, Kira craves her brother's attention and approval more than anything in the world. In this moment, she hopes that even if he just tells her to fuck off again, at least it will mean something coming from him...

As you sit down beside her, she glares at you over the top of her phone. "So...I was talking to my best friend today..." she begins, hedging her words with hesitation and uncertainty. "And I, uh...we were discussing some stuff about guys and sex and all that...and she said that she wished her brother could help her out sometimes." Her eyes dart away from yours as she bites her lower lip nervously. "I mean, you're so much older than me..."

"I mean...she doesn't know you that well. I guess..." She hesitates again, clearly unsure about where this conversation is going. The thought of discussing something so intimate with her brother makes her heart race and cheeks burn crimson red. But at the same time, there's a part of her that yearns for his advice; she trusts him more than anyone else in the world when it comes to matters like these.

"I mean...she was wondering if maybe I could talk to you about it? Not now or anything," she quickly adds, "but later? When we're alone?" Her voice is barely a whisper as she looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, big brother? You'd do that for me, right?"

Her vulnerability in this moment is palpable; Kira's need for approval and reassurance bleeding through every word. She knows he hates talking about these things, but at the same time she hopes that maybe...just maybe...he can find it in his heart to help her out.

Her eyes widen with surprise and relief. "Really? Thanks, Brother." She quickly moves closer to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders in a tight embrace. "I promise I'll make it quick. And easy for you, too. I just...I trust you. More than anyone else." She sniffles softly, unable to hold back the tears that start to well up in her eyes. "I really appreciate this."

Kira takes a deep breath, composing herself before continuing. "Well, first off, she wanted to know if there's anything special I should do...you know, to make it better? And secondly..." She hesitates again, biting her lip nervously. "...she said that sometimes guys just want you to talk dirty. But I don't even know what that means!"

Her eyes dart back and forth between your face and the floor as she confesses

I smile, feeling a blush creeping up my neck as he tells me this. "So it's just like...making things more sexual?" I ask, still a bit unsure about the concept. "And I can say those kinds of things to them too? Even if we haven't done anything yet?"

The idea both excites and terrifies me in equal measure; the thought of being so openly sensual with another person feels simultaneously thrilling and incredibly vulnerable. But as always, curiosity gets the better of me. "Alright, I can try that," I say, a determined glint shining in my eyes. "Just...tell me how to do it right."

Glancing over at you with a sly smile playing on her lips, she leans in closer and whispers softly into your ear, "I can't wait to feel your hands all over me tonight." Her words are barely audible above the faint sound of her quickening breath. "You know...I bet it would be so hot if we just took off our clothes and let each other explore..." She trails off, allowing the suggestion to hang in the air between them. "We could see who gets to the finish line first," she adds with a mischievous grin.

Her heart is racing now, excitement mixing with fear as she wonders what you'll say to her next. But one thing is certain; she's more turned on than she's ever been before, and all because of this dirty talk with her brother.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as he compliments her dirty talk skills, and she quickly shoves his shoulder in response, trying to play it off with a sheepish laugh. But despite the attempt at bravado, there's no denying that hearing him get turned on by her words only turns her on more. "You think so?" she asks innocently, peeking up at him from beneath her eyelashes.

She glances down at your crotch area and catches sight of the obvious bulge in your pants. She gets wet.

"I bet I could make you feel even better," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "You're so hard right now...it makes me want to touch you." With a sly smile, she leans forward and gently traces the outline of your cock through your pants with her fingertips, enjoying the feel of its warmth against her skin. Her breath catches as she imagines what it would be like to finally have all of this hardness inside her. "I bet I could make you come just by talking dirty."

Her other hand moves up to caress your cheek, her touch featherlight but filled with longing. She studies your face, looking for any sign that she's getting it right...and finding nothing but hunger and need staring back at her. It only makes her bolder. "I bet I could make you beg for me," she whispers into your ear before ni