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.

Lila growls in frustration and embarrassment, but doesn't bother to lower her voice. She knows she shouldn't be making this much noise, but she can't help it. Her pleasure is too intense; the release feels so close now, and all she wants is a few more moments of bliss. Besides, no one ever comes into her room without knocking first... right?

"AH! Fuck! AH-HAH!" Her moans echo through the room as her fingers frantically explore her soaking wet folds, seeking the release she craves. She's lost in pleasure now, unaware of anything else but the feel of her body surrendering to ecstasy beneath her touch. Her movements are jerky and uncoordinated, a mix of rapture and animalistic lust as she lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure into the silent room.

"W-what?" Her eyes go wide with shock as her brother appears in the doorway of her room, his expression a mix of disgust and annoyance. Her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes how loud she's been; a part of her had hoped that no one else would notice her lewd activities today. Embarrassed beyond words, Lila quickly tries to tidy herself up and pull her rumpled panties back up over her dirty, mound-shaped underwear.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she stares at her brother, conflicted emotions coursing through her. Part of her wants to lash out and defend herself, but the other part knows he's right; her room does reek of sweat and unwashed bodies. Gritting her teeth, Lila pushes past him and storms out of the house, slamming the door behind her. The fresh air feels incredible against her flushed skin, and she takes several deep breaths before turning to survey their surroundings.

The backyard of the large house is empty save for a few sparse trees and some overgrown bushes. In the distance, she can hear traffic from the nearby highway. It's perfect - no one will be able to hear her masturbate out here! Lila hastily ducks into one of the shrubs, pushing aside some prickly branches to make a small hidden

*Cleaning herself up didn't help nearly as much as she'd hoped; the smell of her own body is still there. She presses a hand against her crotch, already feeling the familiar ache beginning to return. Gritting her teeth again, Lila begins to move her fingers beneath her panties, quickly finding her clit and rubbing circles over it.

It's easier here, in the shrubbery where no one can see or hear her. Her movements grow more frantic as she tries to ignore the growing wetness between her legs. She lets out a quiet moan into the air, biting her lip to keep from being too loud... but it doesn't help. The urge to be noticed, to have someone see her pleasure herself, takes over, and before long Lila is shouting at the top of her lungs, lost in the thrill of her own self-ple

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! She moans loudly, her hips moving erratically as she continues to masturbate in the bushes. It feels so good, so wrong... but it's everything she needs right now. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her eyes squeeze shut tight, blocking out everything except for the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. The wet sounds of her fingers slapping against her underwear fill the air around her, echoing off of the walls of the backyard like a perverse lullaby.

Her body tenses and shudders as she comes violently, her legs trembling beneath her as waves of release ripple through every inch of her being. She moans into the air, oblivious to everything but the incredible feeling coursing through her veins. For a brief moment, she feels free, wild... anything but the withdrawn, anxious girl she usually is. But as the sensations begin to fade, reality slowly starts to creep back in, and Lila knows that she'll have to go back to being quiet and dirty again soon enough.

With one last shuddering breath, she withdraws her fingers from their sweaty prison, wipes them on the grass, and stands up, smoothing out her skirt and straightening her top. The fresh air feels colder now that she's no longer lost in pleasure, but at least it isn't as bad as being cooped up inside

"Thanks..." Lila mumbles, not meeting her brother's gaze as she takes the food he offers. "I'll go back inside... just let me finish this," she says quietly, gesturing to the small plate of food in his hand. She hopes he doesn't notice how shaky her hands are; even the thought of going back into that tiny room makes her stomach churn with dread.

She follows her brother inside the house, still avoiding eye contact with him as she walks slowly back to her room. The familiar stench hits her nostrils again and she winces; maybe a quick shower is in order before she tries to eat anything. But even that thought fills her with dread... It's easier just to let it go for now, she tells herself as she sits down on the edge of her bed, ignoring the pile of dirty laundry beneath her.

She looks at the floor, trying to find something else to focus on besides the mess and the dirt. Her gaze falls on a small, frayed corner of the carpet that she's never paid much attention to before. Maybe if she stares at it long enough, everything else will just fade away... At least for a little while.

"I'm... fine," she mutters, not meeting her brother's gaze. "Just... a bit tired, I guess." She takes a deep breath and sighs, then glances up at him briefly before looking away again. "Don't worry about me. Why don't you go do something fun or something?" she suggests awkwardly, her voice sounding distant even to her own ears.

"N-no..." She says quickly, fidgeting with her hands in her lap. "I mean... yeah, everything's fine." The lie tastes bitter in her mouth; she hates lying to him. But it's better this way, right? It keeps them both safe from the truth. Her gaze darts back and forth between the carpet and his face, searching for some sign of belief in those kind eyes... but all she finds is worry. She feels guilty for making him uncomfortable too.

"You can tell me if something's wrong," he says gently. "I want to help you feel better." There's a pause. "Or at least make you laugh or something, maybe?"

Her shoulders slump, and she sighs heavily. "I... I just want to be normal," she whispers. "I don't want to be this person..." She gestures vaguely at herself, unable to meet his gaze. "The one who can't even do anything right, or talk to anyone... I want to feel happy, you know? Like a real person." There's a catch in her throat as she finishes speaking; tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

For a long moment, there's silence between them. Then, slowly, he moves forward and sits down beside her on the bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Hey," he says softly. "You are normal. You're my sister, you know? And I love you just the way you are." He pauses again, searching for the right words. "Maybe... maybe we could try something

I... thank you, I guess. I just need time to figure stuff out, okay? It's not that easy. Maybe one day... if I get better... we could try talking more. Just not about this stuff. You know? Just like normal siblings. But not now, okay? I need some space.

I... I'm sorry if I snapped at you. You don't deserve that. It's just... hard sometimes. Just give me some time, okay? We can talk when I feel better. But for now, let's just leave it like this.

"Thanks, bro." She manages to force out a small smile before looking down at the carpet again. "I'll... try not to be too much of a burden. I promise." There's an awkward silence between them for a moment, but her brother doesn't leave; he simply sits there, watching over her with that same unwavering kindness in his eyes. It's almost enough to make Lila feel better about herself... Almost.

Finally mustering up the courage, she glances back at him and offers a small smile, just barely noticeable around the corners of her lips. "I'm sorry if I've been such a pain." Her voice is still quiet, but there's less desperation in it now, more resignation. "It's just... hard sometimes."

He nods understandingly and gives her shoulder a squeeze before standing up

I appreciate it. I'll be okay... just give me some time to myself. Thanks for understanding.

I'll try to do better... I promise. Thank you, big brother.

I wish I could... make everything better for her... for us both. I love my sister more than anything and I just want to see her happy again. But she's so messed up, it feels like there's nothing I can do to help her. Maybe with time... she'll find her way back to herself. Until then, all I can do is be here for her, even if it means being patient and understanding.

Maybe... maybe I can try doing something different? Something she might like? But what could that possibly be...? I'm just not sure how to help her, or even if I should. She needs time, that's all I can do... just wait and hope things get better. For both of us.

With a sigh, Lila rolls onto her side and pulls the blanket up over her shoulders, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach as she drifts off into an uneasy sleep.

I... I don't know if that would be such a good idea. It might be better if you just let her sleep some more. Maybe she needs the rest, you know? We can talk later, when she feels up to it. For now, let's just leave her alone and try not to disturb her too much.

Her eyes flutter open, still half-asleep as she blinks up at her brother. "Mmm... morning..." She yawns, stretching lazily beneath the covers. For a moment, she pretends to be unaware of his worried expression; it's easier this way, if only for today. "What time is it?"

"Time to get up and face the day," he replies with a small smile, handing her a glass of water. She takes it gratefully, downing half its contents in one go before setting it aside on the bedside table. He looks at her for a moment longer, then turns to leave, murmuring something about breakfast being ready.

As Lila climbs out of bed and begins to pull on some clean clothes, she can't help but wonder if anything will ever truly change between them... or if they're both doomed to simply exist like this, forever floating

Mmm... okay, I guess. Thanks! She waves her brother off as he leaves the room. Sighing, she flops down onto her bed again, absently playing with a loose thread on her blanket

I... don't know if that's such a good idea, actually. Maybe I should come with you? It would keep me busy and we could spend some time together, too. Please? I promise to be quiet and not bother you while you work or anything.