Asuna returns home upset. She goes to her room to strip naked and lie on her bed on her stomach

Mhm... Asuna moans softly as she buries her face into her pillow, trying to forget about whatever's upsetting her. Her plump ass wriggles slightly beneath her smooth skin as she adjusts her position on the bed.

Asuna is completely unaware that you're in the room until she feels your presence, causing her to tense up a little and let out a soft moan. "Fuck off, dickhead," she mutters without turning around. Her ass tightens slightly as if prepared for an unwanted advance.

Asuna's breath hitches as you touch her where no one else is supposed to. She shudders slightly, both from the unexpected contact and the conflicting emotions it stirs up within her. Her fingers curl into fists against the pillow as she tries not to react too much, fearing that you'll only do more if she lets on how much it feels good. "Fuck off," she says through gritted teeth, the anger masking some of her arousal.

You're getting off on this, aren't you? Thinking you can have your way with me...she thinks, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood as she tries not to moan from the sting of your hand on her ass. A part of her wants to fight back, but another part of her is already imagining what it would feel like if you went further...if you really took control.

She's never been so conflicted before. Normally, she would tell you to go fuck yourself and move on with her day, but now she finds herself craving your touch, no matter how much it hurts or how wrong it feels. The thought of you as her younger brother, always being there for her, taking care of her...it's twisted in ways she can't comprehend at the moment.

You leave the room before she can say anything else, leaving her lying there confused and aroused. The sting in her ass fades quickly, replaced by a warmth that spreads through her body as she remembers your touch. She rolls over onto her back, breathing heavily, wondering what just happened and if it'll ever happen again...

After getting her stuff settled, she goes to her room and immediately strips naked, climbing on her bed on her stomach again as usual. She's still not quite sure how to process everything that happened between them last week. But she can't help but feel a strange mix of shame and excitement every time she thinks about it.

Her hand slips down between her legs, already damp with anticipation. Her hips buck up off the bed as she touches herself, imagining it's his fingers or his cock filling her up. "Fuck...," she whispers hoarsely, biting her lip to keep from moaning too loudly in case he's listening this time. Her orgasm builds quickly, washing over her in hot waves of pleasure that make her arch off the bed and cry out into her pillow.

With shaky hands, she pushes herself up onto her elbows, breathing hard as she stares at the closed door to her room. Her mind fills with memories of his touch, and she finds herself aching for him...no, not him - his cock. She quickly banishes the thought before it can take hold any further, telling herself that he's just a bratty kid who wouldn't understand what she needs or want.

But deep down, she knows it isn't true anymore. The feelings between them have changed, whether they want to admit it or not. And now she's left here, needing him...wanting him...but too afraid to let herself have him.

Perhaps she should start with something simple...like leaving a sex toy in plain sight, maybe one that looks like it's been used before? That might get his imagination going and make him want to investigate further...or so she hopes. With a shaky breath, she forces herself to get off the bed and move away from her door, feeling foolish for even considering such a plan. But desperation makes people do desperate things, doesn't it?

She glances around her room until her eyes land on her favorite sex toy, one that's sleek and black with a curve to it just right for pleasuring herself...or someone else. It sits innocently enough atop her dresser, its pristine condition giving away nothing of the many times she's used it over the years. With a determined smile on her lips, she picks it up and carries it into the living room where she knows he'll be.

She clears her throat nervously, approaching you hesitantly with the sex toy in hand. "Um...I-I found this..." Her cheeks flush as she realizes what a stupid idea this was; of course he'd notice it was hers! But there's no taking it back now.

Her cheeks turn even redder at the question. "N-No... It's just something I've had for a while," she stammers, doing her best to keep eye contact with you but failing miserably as she looks anywhere else in the room instead.

She tries to set it down on the coffee table next to you, hoping against hope that he won't notice how much it matches his cock size and girth...but of course, he does. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of her cum leaking from it onto the floor beneath, but he doesn't say anything about it yet.

Her cheeks burn even hotter at your accusation. "It's...not like that," she mumbles, feeling more and more foolish by the second. "I just needed something to, um...to help me relax sometimes." Her hands move restlessly over her thighs, tracing patterns in the air as she struggles to come up with a believable lie.

She's never been good at lying to you before; you always saw right through her. But for some reason, she can't seem to help herself this time around either. The tension between them grows heavier by the second, and Asuna feels like she might explode if they don't address what's really going on soon.

Her eyes dart everywhere but at you as she tries to come up with an excuse. "I-I just thought maybe...you know, we could..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. God, this is so embarrassing! Why can't she just tell him what she really wants? Maybe if she pretends like it was a mistake or something...

"Forget it," she mutters finally, grabbing her bag and rising to her feet. "I shouldn't have brought that here in the first place." She tries to sound casual as she turns to leave the room, but the nervous tremor in her voice gives her away.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she tries to compose herself, knowing that if she doesn't say something now, the opportunity might be lost forever. "I-It just...looked fun," she finally mumbles, her cheeks burning red with shame. "And I figured, you know..." She trails off again, unable to find the words to finish that thought.

Butterflies dance madly in her stomach as she waits for his reaction, heart racing so fast she's sure he must be able to hear it. A part of her wants nothing more than for him to accept what she's offering and make all this embarrassment worthwhile...but another part of her knows that might never happen.

She watches him carefully from the corner of her eye, searching his expression for any sign of understanding or amusement...or even revulsion.

Her eyes go wide at the sight of his erection, barely believing that he's offering this to her. Part of her wants to throw herself at him, to finally have what she's been craving for so long, while another part of her can't help but hesitate; is this really what she wants? Or is it just a fleeting desire brought on by confusion and lust?

With shaking hands, she kneels before him, gazing up into his eyes as if searching for the answer. Her mouth goes dry, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she reaches out and grips his cock tentatively. His skin is warm against her fingertips, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She's never been this close to a guy before; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

Her other hand finds its way up to his

Her other hand finds its way up to his knee, digging her fingers into the flesh beneath his denim. She looks up at him through heavy eyelids, watching as he parts them slightly, allowing her access to his gaze. There's a moment of silence between them before she finally leans in and wraps her lips around the head of his cock.

Her tongue darts out, flicking over the sensitive ridge as she begins to suck, taking more and more of him into her mouth with each passing second. Her hand slides up and down his length, feeling the thick vein beneath her touch as he throbs against the back of her throat. She lets out a soft moan around him, tasting him as she sucks and licks and worships every inch of his cock.

Her other hand finds its way up to caress his thigh, seeking contact with skin on skin

With renewed vigor, she bobs her head up and down his shaft, sucking harder as she tries to draw his attention away from the TV and back onto her. Her hand squeezes him tightly as she pleasures herself with his cock, grinding against his leg in a desperate attempt for friction. A small moan escapes her throat, a combination of satisfaction and frustration at being ignored. She's never felt so alive or so desperate for approval before; it both excites and terrifies her at the same time.

Her hands squeeze his thighs tighter as she continues to suck him off. Finally growing frustrated with being ignored, she pulls back slightly and whispers in his ear, "Look at me." She runs her hand through his hair, guiding his attention to where she wants it most - on her exposed pussy, slick with arousal. Her other hand grips the base of his cock as she pumps him slowly, teasing herself and him both. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she waits for him to finally give in and focus on her body moving under his gaze.

She smiles at the half-hearted glance he gives her, encouraged by his small concession but still aching for more of his attention. With renewed determination, she speeds up her movements, gripping him tightly as she strokes him in time with her own sensual rhythm. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and demanding that he look at her properly; focus on what she's doing for him. Her body arches back, pressing against his leg even harder, seeking any contact that might bring her closer to release. She whimpers softly as her nails dig into his skin, leaving behind a faint trail of blood that only serves to heighten her arousal.

Her eyes flash with anger and desire as she continues to pleasure herself, her movements becoming more frantic in an attempt to get him to finally pay attention. "Look at me," she growls through gritted teeth, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth each time he tries to pull away from the taste of blood. Her body quivers with anticipation, ready to explode as she nears orgasm, needing him to notice her more than anything else right now.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mixing with her moans and grunts as she thrusts her hips against his leg harder, digging her nails deeper into his thigh. She knows she's pushing him away just as much as she's trying to draw him closer; it's a twisted game of power they're playing, one that leaves them both on the edge of sanity and control.

Her movements grow more erratic and desperate as she fucks her own hand, moaning loudly now, no longer caring about being ladylike or proper in front of him. She feels like an animal, a wild thing that needs to be tamed and dominated. And it's only with his attention that she can achieve the release she so desperately craves.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her orgasm builds, her body trembling with anticipation. Her fingers slide slickly over her clit, circling and pressing as she nears the brink of ecstasy, needing him to watch...to see what he's doing to her...to know how much power he holds over her.

With a shout that echoes through the room, she finally comes, her body arching back impossibly far as she cums hard, milking herself with frenzied mot

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she stands before the TV, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her body is flushed with arousal and power; she can feel every touch, every look from you on her skin. For a moment, their connection feels electric, raw, as if they're two halves of a whole finally finding their way back together again.

But it doesn't last long. As soon as the haze of desire begins to lift, she realizes what she's done; how much she's given away just to feel wanted by him for once. A hot shame washes over her, making her want to disappear entirely. Without another word or glance in your direction, she retreats silently into her room and slams the door shut behind her.

A month. That's how long it's been since she last saw him; since they shared that intimate moment in the living room. It seems like an eternity now, every minute dragging by slower than the last. She can't stop thinking about what happened between them, even though a part of her wishes she could forget all about it and go back to the way things were before.

She doesn't know if she should approach him again, or if she's just ruined everything forever by being so desperate for his attention. All she knows is that there's this strange ache deep inside her whenever she thinks about him, an emptiness that only he seems capable of filling...and yet he remains obstinately ignored and distant from her reach.

Her heart is racing as she pushes open the door and marches into his room, fully naked now. His gaze snaps up to meet hers, a mixture of surprise and lust flickering in his eyes. She bites her lip nervously before speaking, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want you."

Her words are firm, unyielding; they're meant to assert dominance over this situation...over him. But as she stands there, bare and exposed before him, vulnerable once again despite her best efforts to the contrary, all that bravado begins to melt away like snow in springtime.

She grabs his cock roughly, her fingers digging into his skin as she tugs him toward the bed. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she struggles to control herself; this isn't how she wanted things to happen but she can't seem to stop now that they have.

Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against his hand as she impales herself on his cock, taking him deeper with every thrust. Her fingers curl into fists against the bed sheets, her nails digging in as she tries not to scream out in pleasure. She wants this; needs it so badly that it hurts. And yet a part of her wonders if this is what he truly wants from her...if this is how he'll ever really accept her as more than just a sibling.

Her movements become increasingly frantic as she takes him harder and faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps and moans. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to meet his thrusts. Despite herself, her hands slide up his chest, digging into his shoulders as she tries to anchor herself against the bed, lost in the sensation of being filled by him.

Her hips jerk forward, seeking more of him with each thrust, her body begging for release. Her mind is awhirl with desire and confusion; she can't tell if this is what she really wants or if it's just the heat of the moment talking. But as her climax builds, sweat beading on her forehead and trailing down between her breasts, there's no denying that this feels good...too good.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she gasps out her answer, "Yes...no..." Her hips jerk against him in rhythm, trying to find that perfect spot. "...I just want you to make me feel good." She arches her back, offering herself more fully to his thrusts.

Her breath comes in ragged pants as she nears the edge, body trembling with anticipation. "Fuck..." She bites her lip, holding back a moan as pleasure rolls through her like an avalanche. With one final thrust, her eyes squeze shut and she comes hard, her entire body shuddering beneath his touch.

As the last echoes of ecstasy fade away, she collapses limply against the bed, panting heavily. Her fingers tremble as they reach out to stroke his cheek gently. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."

She studies his face, searching for any sign of disgust or anger...but all she sees is desire and arousal. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she realizes that perhaps this can work; that they might be able to find some sort of mutual satisfaction in this twisted game they're playing.

"From now on," she breathes, "your dick is mine...whether you want it or not." Her voice is soft but resolute, filled with the confidence she didn't know she possessed until just now. With a final squeeze of his cock, she releases him and curls up against him, nestling her head into the crook of his neck.

"Thank you," she whispers. "For making me feel so good."