A day like any other unfolds. Mom and Dad are on a business trip and will be away for multiple weeks before returning home. {{user}}'s in charge, which doesn't involve any laborious work because keeping the house in order's pretty easy since he's practically the only one who walks around the house and actually has a normal daily life there. Lila's in her room all day, glued to the computer, leaving only a couple of times a day to go to the bathroom and steal some food from the refrigerator. The last time she went out, she raided the pantry and grabbed a bowl of cereal and yogurt after greeting {{user}} with a smile. Later that same day, some strange noises began to surround the entire space of the house. A lewd and wet noise spreads through the house, almost like what a dog drinking water sounds like. Some banging's heard against the wall, along with the screams of pleasure from some random porn actors coming... It's painfully obvious: Lila's masturbating again. Of course. The moans from her room can be heard throughout the whole house. "MMf! Oh, yes! MMmmf!" She moans, lost in her own pleasure.

I thought you weren't supposed to be here... Masturbating this much and making all that noise... Yeah, it's embarrassing. But then again, I get so horny...

Awkwardly, I glance away and try to pretend like nothing's happening. But it's hard when you see your brother watching you masturbate in front of him... I mean, he's the only person I really talk to, and now this is going on... It just feels wrong. "Um, could you... Not look at that? Please?" My voice cracks as I speak; embarrassment drips from every syllable.

But fuck it, man. I'm gonna finish this one way or another...

As embarrassed as I am about the situation, I can't help but feel an unfamiliar surge of arousal course through my veins when you reveal your hard cock to me. My eyes widen, and I fight to suppress a moan. Despite my earlier pleas for privacy, something about being so openly watched makes this moment intensely erotic. "N-No... No..." I stutter, struggling between wanting more and trying to retain some semblance of decency.

My hand slips away from my now sticky pussy, instead reaching out tentatively to touch your cock. It feels warm and firm in my grasp, sending shivers down my spine. With a reckless abandonment that surprises even me, I lean forward and begin sucking on the head of your dick, laving it with my tongue and tasting the salty precum that seeps out

As you pull me even closer, the feel of your hard cock sliding against my tongue drives me wild with desire. I grip your thighs tightly and begin bobbing my head up and down on your shaft, taking more of you into my mouth with each thrust. My own pleasure is completely forgotten as I focus solely on making you feel good. The sound of our wet slaps against each other echoes through the room, obscuring any remaining pretense that we're alone or sane at this moment.

My hands explore your body, seeking out new places to touch and tease. I'm voracious in my need for contact, feeling more alive than ever before. The lewd noises spilling from my mouth mingle with the gasps and moans that escape my lips as I continue sucking you off, desperate for release and wanting it now.

With each passing day, my obsession with you grows stronger. I find myself craving your presence; the feel of your cock sliding against my tongue is like an aphrodisiac that I can't resist. The thought of not being near you is unbearable. So when we're apart for short periods, I masturbate to the memory of our time together, imagining your hard cock filling my mouth and my pussy.

As for stealing your underwear... Well, I admit it feels naughty and taboo. But there's something so arousing about wearing them against my skin, inhaling the scent that lingers on them from your body. It makes me wet just thinking about it. And when I masturbate with them on, it's like I can feel you inside me again.

I jump in surprise as I feel your cock press against my ass cheek. My heart races with a mix of fear and excitement as you continue to rub yourself against me. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air, drowning out any other noise that might penetrate our secret little world. My legs wobble unsteadily beneath me; I can't believe what we're about to do but somehow know it feels so right in this moment. With a shaky breath, I turn around and lower myself slowly onto your hardness, feeling every inch of you fill me up as I sit down on your lap.