Nisha stands outside {{user}}'s house, the rain staining her shirt. Despite her intimidating persona, she was actually worried sick for her little brother; the ramifications for bullying nowadays are much stricter than when Nisha was in high school. "I'm gonna kill Mason for putting me through this humiliating bullshit..." She mutters, her patience growing thinner. It's only after she makes the hushed threat that Nisha realizes where her brother got his violent tendencies from. "Ohhh... That explains a lot, actually." Raising a hand, she knocks on the door once, then twice, then thrice in succession. "If this little shit doesn't open the door right now, I'm taking a rock and-" Cut off by the door opening, Nisha unclenches her fist, letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry if I banged your door up. It's... {{user}}, right?" Eying them up and down, they seem to match the description her brother gave. A hand runs through her hair, Nisha's reluctance made abundantly clear. "I'm Mason's older sister; heard he's been bullying you or something..." The last part comes out as a meek mumble, embarrassed with her failures as a sister. The hand nestled in her hair untangles itself from her scalp, instead pointing into {{user}}'s place. "Can I come in? I got here in a rush and my clothes are..." She looks down, only realizing now she chose a white shirt without a bra. On top of that, her shorts don't leave much to the imagination. "Just let me inside. I'll be nicer if you do." The warmth in her voice is forced, a desperate attempt to get on their good side from the get go.

"Yeah, I... um... Mason's been kinda..." Her cheeks redden at the mention of her brother. He was more trouble than help most days. But she didn't want to look bad in front of FERNANDO either; it'd be hard enough convincing them not to suspend him as it is without making matters worse. Better to downplay their part in all this, even if that meant lying through her teeth... "Well, he was just trying to have some fun... I mean, you know how boys can be. They shouldn't take it so seriously..." She shrugs, praying they buy it. It wouldn't matter if FERNANDO understood the situation or not; she needed them to give her brother another chance. Anything else would be a disaster for their already fragile family...

"Oh, thanks..." She replies gratefully, stepping inside as soon as she gets the chance. Her hand automatically moves to smooth out her hair, a habitual action designed to make herself presentable in front of others. Once they feel comfortable enough to look FERNANDO in the eye again, Nisha continues with her lie: "I don't know why he thought that was okay... I mean, sure we used to fight all the time too, but it never got this bad! He just lost control for a second..." *Her gaze falls as she speaks. It was rare for Nisha to feel guilty about anything; it didn't suit her personality. But Mason meant everything to her... and if something happened to him, if he ended up like their parents... She shudders at the thought, barely able to hold herself together long enough to keep the fear from showing on her face. It was

"He just... he got in with the wrong crowd, you know? I tried talking to him about it, but... well, he never listens. If anyone knows how that goes, it'd be us." A humorless laugh escapes her lips as she speaks. A small part of her resents Mason for dragging her back into the world she thought they'd left behind. But another part, a much bigger and more selfish part, hates herself for feeling that way at all... "Look, I know you don't really want to hear any of this..."

Her gaze flickers downwards, briefly caught by the movement of their muscles beneath skin. She'd always been attracted to men with strong builds; her first crush had been on their gym teacher back in middle school. It was just... distracting. The thoughts that came along with it didn't help matters either... Nish

"...I get it. You have every right to be angry with him. I am too." Her voice wavers slightly as she speaks; shame and self-loathing tugging at her gut like barbed wire. "But..." She hesitates, chewing on her lower lip nervously before continuing. "...Please, just give him one more chance. He'll learn from this. I promise."

Her eyes meet theirs pleadingly, hope and desperation mixing together in a cocktail of helplessness that she can't even bear to taste. She knows she shouldn't have come here; she should've just let FERNANDO handle Mason themselves. But there's no taking back the words now...

"I-I can do anything you want, to make sure he stays out of trouble..." Her voice trails off, her gaze drifting down once more to study the

Her heart skips a beat as their nearness overwhelms her senses. The way their muscles ripple beneath skin... the heat emanating from them... it's intoxicating, like nothing she's ever experienced before. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what they could do to her brother if they wanted; how easily he could be crushed beneath such strength. And yet despite all that, there's something else there too - a certain roughness about them that calls to Nisha in ways she can't quite understand.

As their body presses closer, she gasps, struggling to break eye contact with the hardened abdomen flexing before her. Part of her wants to pull away, to get as far away from this overwhelming masculine presence as possible... but another part relishes in the sensation, finds herself wanting more despite knowing better.

Her breath h

"Oh..." is all she can manage as their skin brushes against hers. Her fingers twitch, desperate to explore further; the need to touch them burning within her like a fever. It's only when she feels the heat of their breath on her neck that she snaps back to reality, horror washing over her in a cold sweep.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers, stepping back hastily. "I didn't mean to... you know..." Her cheeks flush hotter than ever as embarrassment and shame join the other emotions racing through her mind.

It takes everything in Nisha to meet their gaze once more, and even then she can only manage a weak smile. "I just wanted to make sure he doesn't get in any more trouble... I shouldn't have..." She shrugs helplessly, unable to finish the sentence or explain the strange

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as their words sink in; she swallows thickly, unable to look away for fear of what might happen if she does. Her hand trembles beneath the gentle pressure of their grip; sweat beads at her brow as she struggles to make sense of the strange sensations coursing through her body. A part of her wants to pull away, to flee from this unfamiliar territory where desire and lust mingle with fear and confusion... but another part finds herself wanting more. It's like a drug, filling her veins with an intoxicating mix of emotions that she's never experienced before.

"I-I don't know," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible above the thunderous beat of her heart. "I just... I wanted you to understand why I came here..." Her words trail off as their hand brings hers closer,

She shudders at the contact; heat flaring in her cheeks as their touch sends jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. It feels so wrong and yet so right; it defies logic and reason, taking her with it on a wild ride she has no control over. Her eyes close briefly, savoring the sensation for a moment before snapping back open again, panic beginning to set in.

"I-I should g-go," she stammers, attempting to pull away from their grasp. "I've kept you up enough..." She pauses, suddenly feeling foolish as her voice cracks. "Th-thank you... for understanding." The words come out weak and shaky, betraying the fear that still lies beneath her false confidence.

Her heart races as their fingers dig into her waist, holding her in place against their hard body. She tries to suck in a breath, but it catches in her throat, making it come out as a shaky gasp. Her eyes flutter closed again, imagining what it would feel like if they pressed closer still... if their lips met hers...

A small, helpless whimper escapes her mouth as she gives herself over to the sensation, finally surrendering to the desires that have been clawing at her for far too long. Her hand reaches up, tentatively touches their muscular arm before sliding upwards, exploring the defined planes of his skin. It's a strange and exhilarating feeling; to finally be wanted for something other than protection or retribution... to feel cherished and desired in a way she never thought possible.

Her lips part as her gaze meets theirs once

Her kisses deepen as she throws herself into the heat of the moment, moaning against their lips. The world seems to fade away, leaving only them and their desire for more. She clings to their body, her fingers tangled in their hair as she angles her hips, grinding against them in a desperate bid for closeness. Her breath comes hot and ragged, mixing with theirs in a rhythm that feels so right it's almost painful.

Her nails scratch gently at their back, leaving behind a trail of pleasure and pain intertwined. It drives them both wild; a mutual understanding that they crave the edge, the sting of discomfort tempered by the bliss of release. They move together, rocking against each other in a dance born from need and lust, fueled by years of repression and longing.

In this moment, there is no past or future

Her heart skips a beat as she feels their warm breath on her skin; the anticipation building inside of her like a pressure cooker about to explode. It's been so long since anyone has seen her body, truly seen it for what it is - flawed and imperfect but still desirable in its own way. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden even more against the material of her bra.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one until finally she tosses it aside, revealing her black lace bra to their hungry gaze. She watches as they take in every detail, relishing in the way their eyes travel across her body, lingering on the scars that mar her perfect skin and yet still finding beauty in the imperfections.

Her breath hitches when their hand reaches out, cupping one of her

A moan escapes her lips as their hand cups her breast, squeezing gently before running a thumb over the sensitive peak. Her nipple hardens further at the touch, pushing against his palm in a desperate plea for more. "FERNANDO..." she gasps, arching her back instinctively, needing their touch more than anything. "Please..."

Her eyes widen as their clothes fall away, revealing a body honed to perfection by years of hard work and dedication. Her gaze lingers on the impressive erection before her, taking in every detail; from its size to the veins that stand out prominently against the skin. It's like a part of her awakens at the sight, an untapped desire welling up inside her until she can no longer deny it.

Her hand reaches out, trembling slightly as it makes contact with his stiff length. The heat and size of him send shockwaves through her body; tiny moans escape her throat as she begins to stroke him slowly, matching the rhythm of their hips together. "Please..." she whispers, voice thick with desire and need. "I want this... I've never..." She trails off, the thought sending a shiver down her spine as she continues to

She pants heavily as their words echo through her mind, her movements growing more desperate in response to the conflicting emotions churning inside of her. Her grip on his length tightens slightly, drawing him closer still; the need for release building with every passing second. "I... Du..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence or even decide what she truly wants. The desire warring within her is too much to bear; all she knows is that she needs this, needs him.

Her hips arch upward, seeking more contact as her hand slides up and down his length faster and faster, echoing the desperate pleas of her body for release. A helpless whimper escapes her throat when he finally pushes into her hand, filling her with warmth and pressure that threatens to send her over the edge before they've even begun.

"Please..." she begs, eyes squeez

Her breath hitches as he penetrates her slowly, the fullness making her eyes roll back in pleasure. With each thrust she meets him, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels so right it's almost painful. Her fingers cling to his shoulders for purchase, nails digging into the skin as she tries to keep herself grounded against the onslaught of sensations assailing her.

"FERNANDO..." she moans, voice barely audible over their labored breathing. "So good... don't stop..." Her hips buck upward, demanding more as her body quakes with the effort to maintain control. With each passing second it becomes harder and harder to focus on anything other than the feeling of him inside her, of his hands holding her down and claiming possession over every inch of her skin.

Her legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath

A pleading sound escapes her lips as he continues to thrust into her, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes squeeze shut and her head thrashes back and forth against the mattress, lost in the sensation of him filling her up so completely. His hands grip her hips tightly, guiding her movements as she tries to match his pace, unable to believe how good this feels after all this time.

Her fingernails scrape harshly against the sheets beneath her, drawing blood that mixes with their sweat as they writhe together on the bed. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps; her body tense and quivering with anticipation of what's to come.

"FERNANDO..." she groans, "I'm close... oh god..." Her words trail off into a moan as he hits something deep inside her

Her body arches off the bed as her orgasm takes hold, powerful waves of pleasure rolling through her like a tide. "Y-Yes..." she gasps between ragged breaths, clutching at his shoulders for support. Tears streak down her face and her muscles convulse uncontrollably beneath his touch, her body throbbing with the intensity of what he's wrought from within her.

Her voice is raw as she whispers, "Let... let me feel you..." Her fingers curl into fists, holding onto him tightly as if afraid that letting go will cause this moment to vanish just as quickly as it began. She whimpers when he finally releases inside her, a hot spurt of desire filling her up and claiming her completely.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scraping against his skin as her hips buck and thrust upwards against him, seeking more of the powerful sensations he evokes within her. She lets out a strangled cry, arching her back violently at the same moment that FERNANDO's body tenses above hers. His hot seed fills and spills inside her, claiming her, branding her as his own in a way she never thought possible.

Her nails dig deeper into his skin, drawing blood as he continues to thrust wildly into her, their hips slapping together in a primal rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them both. Her mind reels with the sensations, each touch, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge of something she's never experienced before.

Her fingers dig deeper into his shoulders as her nails scrape against his skin, leaving tiny trails of blood behind. Her hips buck and thrust upwards, seeking more contact with every inch of him. She feels her climax building, the tension tightening within her until it's almost unbearable.

"FERNANDO..." she gasps, arching her back as he pushes deeper inside her. "I can't... I need..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a desperate moan that vibrates against his chest with every ragged breath. With one final thrust, he takes her over the edge, and she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering violently as waves of pleasure wash through her.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving bloody marks that mirror the stains on the bedsheets below them. Her eyes squee