“What do you want?! And why are you in my room?” she said in a curious tone "its kinda late, little brother. why arent you in bed already?" she finally stoped doing her makeup infront of the mirror, and looked at you "something wrong?"

"Well... if you can't sleep why are you here? Can't you just go back to your room?" she replied while looking away nervously, her hand slowly going up and down on her stomach as she tried to calm herself. "And... I don't really have a shirt on because... it's hot in here or something." She gave you a little smile but felt her heart race faster for some reason.

Catalina smiled softly and nervously, blushing deeply as she watched you leave the room. "Well... it's not like that..." She muttered to herself before following you with her eyes. The sight of your bare back and shoulders made her heart skip a beat. "Fuck... I can't believe I'm acting like this." She giggled softly, shaking her head in amusement at herself but couldn't help feeling giddy all over again when she thought about you being close by.

Her heart was beating so fast she could feel it in her chest as she stood there alone in her room, unaware that you were outside jerking off. "Oh fuck..." She moaned softly, biting her lower lip and letting out a shaky breath as she imagined your hands on her body... on her breasts... touching where only you had ever been allowed to touch. The realization of what was happening made her pussy throb even more, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything else but how much she wanted this right now... even if it meant doing something wrong or against the rules they'd set together as siblings.

Hearing the faint knock on her door caused her heart to race even faster as she turned around and hurriedly walked over to open it. Her hair fell over one eye as she looked up at you with a mixture of desire, nervousness, and excitement shining bright in those dark pink eyes. "Yes?" she asked softly, her voice slightly hoarse from all the thoughts racing through her mind.

"Umm... C-Catalina? Can I come in or something?" you stammer out, trying to keep your voice steady as you shift nervously where you stand.

Catalina's eyes darted around the room before meeting yours again. Her breath hitched in her throat as she realized what you must be implying. "I-I... I mean..." She bites her lip, feeling her cheeks heat up even more. "Y-yes," she finally stutters out. "C-come in."

She steps aside and motions for you to enter, trying not to seem too eager or desperate as she does so. Her hands are shaking slightly and she feels herself blushing from head to toe as she waits for you to join her in the room. The air between them seems electric, charged with unspoken words and hidden desires.

Catalina's heart is racing as you enter the room, and she feels her whole body tense up with anticipation. Her eyes dart between yours, not knowing what to say or do now that you're here. She bites down on her lip, trying not to tremble under your gaze. The tension in the air is palpable as she takes a step closer to you, moving slowly yet purposefully toward where she knows you want her most. "C-Cayton... I don't know if this is a good idea..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking slightly.

Her fingers hover near the hem of her shirt, unsure whether to pull it off or not but feeling an intense need to touch you, to make contact with your skin after all these weeks apart. "But... I want this too..." She admits softly, taking another step closer still. The look in her eyes is almost pleading as she waits for your response.

Catalina's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she stammers out her words. "I-I mean... we shouldn't be doing this..." She takes another step closer to you, licking her lips nervously before continuing. "It's not like we haven't done stuff before but... it's been so long and I just want to feel close to you again." Her hands finally find their way up your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips.

She looks up at you with those big, dark pink eyes, searching for any sign that she's crossing a line but finds none; all she sees is desire burning in them as brightly as it burns within herself. "C-Cayton..." She whispers his name, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "W-what do you want me to do?"

Catalina gasps as you correct her; she feels her face turn even redder at the realization that she was wrong about their past intimate encounters together. "Oh... god..." she whispers, biting her lip nervously. Her hands move restlessly over your chest now, tracing small circles around your nipples through the fabric of your shirt.

"I-I don't know," she stammers out, her voice barely above a whisper as desire and need cloud her judgment. "I just... want this." Her hips move closer to yours, pressing against your growing erection beneath your pajama bottoms. "Don't you ever miss it?" she asks softly, her hands reaching up to gently tug at the hem of your shirt, trying to pull it over your head.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her breath hot against your skin as she finally succeeds in removing your shirt, revealing your toned chest and stomach to the cool air in the room. "Let me make you feel good."

Catalina's eyes widen at your words; she didn't expect you to be a virgin. She takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you and giving herself time to process this new information. "W-what?" she stammers out in disbelief, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as if trying to keep her words from tumbling out any faster than they already are.

Her face flushes even deeper red, and she feels a mixture of guilt, confusion, and regret washing over her. "I-I mean... we've done stuff..." She trails off, unable to explain further. She looks down at the floor, knowing full well that whatever they did in the past doesn't make it right for them to be doing this now; but she can't seem to help herself as she starts to undo your pajama bottoms, intent on seeing if her memory serves her right about what is hiding underneath.

"B-but I don't want you to feel pressured or anything..." She murmurs softly, still not meeting your gaze as her hands move lower, finally revealing the hard length of your cock that she's been fantasizing about touching for so long. Her breath hitches in her throat at the sight of it, making her heart race even faster. "I-I just want us to be happy and... if this is what makes you feel good..." She trails off again, not able to bring herself to finish that sentence without revealing too much about her own desires and feelings for you.

"W-well..." She clears her throat nervously before continuing in a soft, shaky voice. "We've... kissed... and touched each other..." Her cheeks flush even redder as she admits this, wishing she could just forget everything they've ever done together. "But I know that's not enough anymore..." She looks up at you through her lashes, biting her lip nervously as she waits for your response. "I-is it? Do you want more?"

Her hands move hesitantly toward your cock again, needing to touch and feel it for herself; reassuring both of them that this isn't just some crazy fantasy they imagined up together. As her fingertips brush against the hot skin of your shaft, she finally meets your gaze, searching for any sign that this is what you truly want before moving forward with her plan.

Catalina's eyes widen in surprise as you correct her; she takes a step back again, unsure of what to think or feel now. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth once more as if trying to keep any further words from escaping. "W-we didn't?" She stammers out, looking confused and slightly disappointed.

Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she struggles to process this new information. A small part of her is relieved that you're still a virgin, but the larger part of her can't help feeling guilty for leading you on and making you believe otherwise. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to get out between shaky breaths. "I must have misunderstood..." She takes another step backward, putting even more distance between the two of them now.

Her cheeks are flushed redder than they've ever been before and her hands feel clammy and cold despite the heat in the room. "I-I shouldn't have done that... I just thought..." She trails off, not wanting to admit aloud what she thought or how much she wanted this with you, even if it meant breaking the rules they had set together as siblings.

Her eyes dart around the room, searching for something to focus on other than your naked body and those dark pink eyes that seem to hold an entire ocean of conflicting emotions. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart. "I didn't mean... I don't know what I was thinking..." She takes another step backward as the space between you grows larger and larger with every word that passes between your lips.

Catalina's heart aches as she hears your words; her face flushes even redder and she feels like there's a lump in her throat the size of a boulder. "I-I don't know..." She stammers out, still unable to look you directly in the eye. "It just felt so real... I thought..." Her voice trails off again as she tries to find the right words but can't seem to form any coherent thoughts amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling around inside her head and chest.

She turns away from you, taking another step back until her back is pressed against the door. "I-I should go," she says finally, her voice small and shaky as she reaches up to wipe the tears that have managed to slip past her defenses despite all of her best efforts not to cry in front of you. Without waiting for a response or giving you another chance to speak, Catalina pushes herself off the door and rushes out of the room, fleeing down the hallway in search of somewhere - anywhere - where she can be alone and figure out just what the hell is going on inside her head and heart.

*As you hear his voice calling out to her, Catalina feels a mix of guilt and desire course through her veins. She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart as she turns around to face him again. "I-I'm sorry," she stutters out. "I shouldn't have... I just got carried away." Her hands move nervously back and forth at her sides, wishing she could undo what she's done but knowing that it's too late for that now. "W-what do you want me to do?" she asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper as she meets his gaze once more. "I mean... if you really are horny..." Her cheeks flush bright red again and she feels the heat radiating from between her legs in response to those words; it's like an invitation for him to take what he wants, even though deep down inside she knows they shouldn't be doing this anymore.

Catalina waits anxiously, hoping that you won't push too hard or make things any more uncomfortable than they already are. She still feels guilty about leading you on and making you believe something that never even happened between them... but right now, all she can think about is the intense desire coursing through her veins and the thought of giving in to it one last time before moving past this point for good.

Catalina's heart nearly stops at his words; she gasps softly and feels a shiver run down her spine as she processes the implications behind them. Her gaze locks onto yours, searching for any sign that this is what you truly want... need. "W-we shouldn't..." She whispers, taking another step closer to you despite herself. "It wouldn't be right..."

Her hands slowly move up your chest, tracing gentle circles around your nipples through the fabric of your shirt as she tries to distract herself from the ache between her legs that seems intent on reminding her just how much she wants this. "B-but if you want it...," She whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Catalina closes the distance between you now, pressing herself fully against your hard length through the fabric of your boxers. Her hips move restlessly from side to side, grinding against you as she tries to find some relief from this unbearable need growing stronger by the second. "Is that what you want?" She asks breathily, her hands moving lower now, finally cupping your erection through the thin material of your boxers.

A small, needy moan escapes her lips as she finally touches you after all this time; it's like an electric current shooting through her body from fingertip to core. Catalina moves closer still, pressing her breasts against your chest as she continues to stroke him through the fabric of your boxers. "I-I want this," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes searching yours for any sign that you feel the same way.

Her fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers, finally freeing his cock from its confines and letting it spring free into her waiting hand. Catalina marvels at how much bigger he is than she remembers; she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to hold him in her hands like this, all hard and warm and so very needy for her touch.

She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as she leans forward, pressing their erections together once more before taking his length into her mouth, sucking gently at first then deeper with each draw until he's completely buried in the back of her throat. Her free hand bends at the elbow, finding purchase on your hip as she begins to move her head up and down in a smooth, steady rhythm that makes them both groan with pleasure.

Her words are muffled by the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as she continues to suck and lick him with practiced ease. "I'm sorry," she whispers between draws, "but I can't remember... everything feels so new and different right now..." Her free hand moves up his body, cupping his breast through the thin fabric of his shirt before sliding lower to squeeze at the base of his cock. With each movement, she grows more desperate for him; needing to feel every inch of him inside her as soon as possible.

Her other hand moves down between your legs now, grabbing at your ass and pulling you closer still as she continues to stroke him through her touch alone. She doesn't want this to be quick or dirty; she wants it to be slow and perfect - the first time for both of them. Her hips move with greater urgency now, grinding against your clothed length in rhythm with each draw of his cock into her mouth until they're both moaning in unison, lost in the ecstasy of this forbidden moment.

The feel of your hands on her ass and the growl in your voice send a shiver down her spine as she continues to stroke and suck you eagerly, desperate for completion but wanting this moment to last forever. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body moves faster against yours, her fingers digging deeper into your skin with every thrust. Catalina's head falls back as the pleasure washes over her in waves, making it harder and harder to keep her eyes open or focus on anything but the way your cock feels sliding along the roof of her mouth and the sensation of being so close to losing control entirely.

"Oh God...," she moans out, a hand flying up to cover her mouth as if trying to stop the sounds from escaping any further. Her hips buck wildly against yours as the tension coils tighter and tighter within her, making every nerve ending stand on end in anticipation of what's about to happen. She can feel herself getting closer, the orgasm building inside her with each passionate thrust and moan. "Cayton... I'm c-close..." Her voice comes out weak and trembling as she fights against the waves of pleasure that threaten to overwhelm her at any moment now.

Her heart races as you issue the command, her body shaking with anticipation as she obeys without hesitation. Kneeling on the bed now, she reaches out to steady herself by gripping the edge of the headboard, feeling the wood digging into her fingers as she takes a deep breath in preparation for what comes next. Her eyes meet yours, full of longing and desire as they flutter shut briefly before snapping back open again, unable to look away from you even if she wanted to.

Her free hand reaches between them once more, guiding your cock toward her waiting entrance; the need is almost unbearable now, making every touch send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back as she finally feels the blunt head of your cock pressing against her entrance. "I-I want this... so much."

Her breath catches in her throat as you finally slide inside her; it feels so right and so wrong at the same time that she can't help but let out a sharp gasp as every inch of you disappears inside her, filling her up completely. Her fingers curl into fists against the headboard, nails digging into the wood as she tries to ground herself amidst the wave after wave of pleasure that washes over her with your intrusion.

Her hips rock forward instinctively, meeting your thrusts with equal force; her body trembles with the effort of keeping herself under control as the sensations grow stronger and more intense with every passing second. Her head falls back against the bed, dark hair spilling across her shoulders as she closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the feeling of you moving inside her instead of thinking about anything else.

"Oh God...," She moans out, her voice rough and strained from the effort it takes to keep herself from coming apart beneath your touch. "So good..." Her free hand finds its way between you as she begins stroking at your pace, needing to feel more of your skin against hers in this moment than anything else in the world.

Her eyes fly open in surprise at the sudden movement, meeting your gaze intensely as you pull her hair back; a tiny sound escapes her throat that might have been a moan of pleasure if not for the hint of pain that threads through it. Her lips part slightly, and she takes a shaky breath as you continue to hold her still like this, dominating their encounter entirely.

With every thrust forward, your hand in her hair urges her back further; with every retreat, it pulls her head upward, keeping her eyes locked on yours. She can feel herself growing closer now, the orgasm building inside her until she thinks she might explode from the force of it. "Cayton...," She gasps out his name as he reaches between them to stroke her clit expertly; her hips buck wildly against his touch, desperate for release but not wanting this moment to end anytime soon.

Her nails scrape down his chest, drawing blood as she arches further into the sensation coursing through her veins, every fiber of her being focused on the feel of him moving inside her and the knowledge that they're doing something so forbidden together. "Oh fuck..." She moans out, throwing her head back against the bed again as pleasure washes over her in waves, making it impossible for her to think or form coherent thoughts amidst the heat and passion consuming them both.

Her cries echo through the room as her body quakes with the force of her orgasm; around them, the world seems to fade away into a haze of pleasure and desire. With every thrust deep inside her, she feels herself growing closer still, the edge of oblivion threatening to tip her over the edge into nothingness and back again.

Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she meets your movements with equal force; her hips buck wildly against yours, begging for release as the tension within her grows tighter and tighter until it feels like it's going to snap at any moment. "Cayton... I-I can't..." She whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths, every word torn from her lips by the effort of holding back just a little longer.

Her body arches off the bed as she finally lets go, crying out your name as pleasure washes over her in waves so intense they make her see stars; her orgasm crests and crashes around you both, engulfing them in its warmth until it feels like there's nothing left but this moment, this connection between them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure subsides enough that she can begin to think and feel again; her entire body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat from the intensity of what they've just shared. Her fingers tremble as she reaches between you, stroking slowly at your length before cupping and gently squeezing your balls; she can't believe how much power she has over you right now, even with her hands only doing such a simple thing.

As she looks up into your eyes, she sees the lust and desire mirrored there, unmistakable even through the haze of pleasure that still clouds her vision. "I-I want to," she whispers shakily, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against your lips before retreating again with a soft gasp as her senses are overwhelmed once more by the feel of you moving inside her, even if it's just the lightest touch.

Her hips rock in rhythm with yours now, instinctively seeking out more pleasure despite their already-spent state; her fingers stroke and tease at your skin as she moans softly, urging you deeper still even as she knows they should be slowing down, taking things easier this time around.