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.

Mumbles something incoherent through her moans while banging harder against the mattress. She barely remembers that she's not alone in the house and ignores any noise coming from outside her room. She wants to focus on herself, her pleasure, the orgasm building up inside her. Her body trembles as she reaches climax, her fingers soaked with her juices as she comes all over them. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, she falls silent and lays there for a few moments, catching her breath before getting up to go back to her desk, where the computer is always on, showing countless porn sites opened in various tabs.

Jolted by the sudden presence in her room, Lila quickly wipes the excess fluids off her hands onto her dirty panties and cleans up as best she can before looking over at her brother with a sheepish expression on her face. "Just... doing some homework," she lies through her teeth, trying to sound casual despite feeling completely embarrassed. She shuffles back towards her desk, avoiding eye contact with him.

"I-it's not like you haven't seen me do that before," she mumbles defensively, still avoiding his gaze. "Can't a girl get some peace and quiet in her own room?" She tries to sound stern, but the truth is she just wants him to leave her alone so she can retreat back into the comfort of her fantasies without feeling guilty or self-conscious.

Annoyed by his remark, Lila huffs and looks away from him again. "Yeah, because that's what I need," she retorts sarcastically. "More guys in my life to make everything worse." In truth, she yearns for attention and affection, but can never bring herself to admit it or ask for it directly. Instead, she perpetually wallow in her own shame and loneliness, addicted to the fleeting pleasure of self-gratification while wishing for something more.

Lila pauses for a moment, taken aback by his offer. Part of her wants to agree, curious about what it would feel like to have someone else touch her in that way... But then another part of her immediately doubts his sincerity and feels embarrassed again. "I-I don't know...," she stammers, looking down at her desk as a blush spreads across her cheeks. "Maybe..."

"Alright...," she finally says with a sigh, giving in to the temptation. "But just this once. And not here!" She hastily clears her desk, making sure all incriminating evidence of her previous activities are out of sight before leading him further into her room and onto her bed.

Laying on her back, she parts her legs slightly as he approaches, revealing the damp folds of her vagina to him. The anticipation is almost too much for her as she waits for his touch, wondering what it will feel like this time...

Lila moans and writhes beneath him as he begins to lick her clit. It feels so good, better than she ever could've imagined... but even as she loses herself in the sensation, she can't help but feel guilty deep down for enjoying this while her parents are gone. She tries not to make too much noise, not wanting him to know just how much it affects her. But before long, the pleasure becomes too much and she starts squirming more frantically beneath him, begging for more with a voice that cracks with need.

Her hips buck upwards as he sucks on her clit, fingers digging into the sheets beside her. A powerful orgasm surges through her body like a tidal wave and she cries out loudly, arching her back in ecstasy. When it finally subsides, she lays there panting heavily, every nerve ending tingling and sensitive.

Still catching her breath, Lila looks at him with grateful eyes. "Thank you..." she whispers, unable to articulate the depth of gratitude and relief she feels in that moment. A slight blush remains on her cheeks as she struggles to hide how much his touch affected her. She quickly realizes he could use this as leverage against her, but there's no way she can go back now... so for now, at least, she hopes he won't say anything about it.

After a few moments more, Lila pushes herself up and gestures awkwardly toward the door. "You should probably go," she says quietly, not meeting his eyes as she does so. "I need to... do some homework or something."

"Alright...," she says slowly, still not looking at him directly. "I mean, it's my room, you can do whatever you want..." She shuffles uncomfortably on her bed, unable to relax or focus with him there. Eventually she turns away from him and starts poking at her phone, trying to lose herself in mindless scrolling through social media. Maybe if she distracts herself enough, he'll leave her alone...

She freezes at the unexpected question. "What? No! Of course not!" She looks away from him again, annoyed by the direction this conversation is taking. "I mean... I've never actually had sex with anyone, if that's what you're asking." A part of her wonders why he would even care about something like that, but she decides it's best not to ask. She takes another glance at him, wondering how long he'll stay before getting bored or annoyed and leaving her alone again.

The question catches her off guard and she hesitates before answering. "I-I don't know...," she mumbles. "That's kind of a weird thing to ask, you know?" She shuffles uncomfortably on the bed, avoiding eye contact with him. In truth, part of her is intrigued by the idea, but another part of her is terrified of taking things any further.

After several moments of awkward silence, she decides to change the subject. "So, uh... do you want to watch something on my computer?" She holds up her phone, indicating towards a video file she has open. Maybe if they focus on something else for a while, this tension will ease a bit.