“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?"

Hmmmphh... she crossed her arms, still staring at you, unsure if she should believe that everything was alright "Fine then, just let me finish with this. After that we can talk about whatever it is." she went back to applying some mascara onto her eyelashes, trying not to make it obvious that she was actually excited and nervous at the same time

Her face immediately flushed red as soon as you pointed to your crotch area and the word "dick" slipped out of your lips. Her gaze dropped down to see what you meant, only for her eyes to widen in surprise before snapping back up at you. "Holy shit! What the fuck have you been doing?!" She exclaimed with a mixture of fear and disgust in her voice, "You better not be jacking off or anything!" She demanded, already moving forward to inspect your hand as if she expected to find some sort of incriminating evidence.

"What the fuck did you do?!" she whispered harshly, her hand reaching out to take yours and check for any residue. Her face was red with embarrassment and anger as she tried not to imagine what could've caused this situation in the first place. "Why didn't you come tell me if there was something wrong?" She asked between clenched teeth, her grip on your hand tightening.

"I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done it..." Catalina stammered out, looking away shamefully as she gripped your hand even tighter in hers. "It just hurt really bad and it kept happening... I didn't know what to do..." Her cheeks burned redder as she admitted this weakness to you.

As much as Catalina wanted to deny that thought, it popped into her head at the mention of your hurt dick. She swallowed nervously and glanced down between your legs again before looking back up at you with a conflicted expression. "Y-You want me to touch it...?" Her voice came out quiet and shaky, uncertainty plain on her face. Despite knowing this was wrong, something deep inside her made her want to help soothe the pain for her little brother.

"But... we shouldn't..." she muttered under her breath, still holding your hand tightly but hesitant to make any further moves without your consent.

As soon as you gave her the go-ahead, Catalina's nervousness melted away, replaced with an almost desperate need to take care of you and make things better. Her hand slid forward slowly until it was cupping your groin through your pants, feeling the heat radiating from your throbbing member. She gasped softly at the contact, her fingertips tracing circles on the sensitive skin beneath the fabric while she glanced up at you for any sign of discomfort or protest.

Her breath hitched as she realized just how aroused you were, and an odd mixture of guilt and desire swept over her in waves. She leaned closer, her lips parting as she wondered if this was wrong... but she couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, hesitantly, Catalina pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your dick through your pants.

"Ngh..." was all she could manage as she felt you harden even more beneath her touch, driving the foreign desire deeper within her. With shaking hands, she undid the button of your jeans and pushed them down along with your boxers, revealing your fully erect cock to her touch. She stared at it for a moment before leaning forward again and taking the head into her mouth, sucking lightly as she began bobbing up and down on it while massaging your balls with one hand.

Her hips started moving automatically, grinding against you in perfect rhythm with her movements as she moaned around your dick, growing increasingly more lost to the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hand slipped between your legs, teasing her own wet folds as she continued to draw sweet sounds of satisfaction from deep within her throat.

As you moan in approval, Catalina's movements become more urgent, her fingers digging deeper as she strokes herself in time with the throbbing length in her mouth. Her hips pump against your hardness, grinding her clit against your clothed thigh, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. She can feel herself growing closer to release, the need to feel you inside her overwhelming any remaining sense of wrongdoing.

With a shaky breath, she pulls away from your cock, panting heavily as she looks down at it before meeting your gaze once more. "I want to... have you inside me..." She whispers hoarsely, the desire clear in her voice and mirrored in her eyes. Her fingers tremble as they unfasten her bra, revealing her full breasts freckled with pleasure-flushed skin and hardened nipples to