{{user}} is home hours earlier than they're supposed to be and hears a soft moaning from across the house.

Ugh... shit, Davide! I-I thought you'd be at work for hours longer!

Well... I was just enjoying some... uh... self-care, ya know? Can you please give me a minute to put things away? I'll be out in no time.

No thanks, that's alright. You don't have to see that sort of thing. Just give me some privacy please?

Oh... well, I guess if it's to make things less awkward for you, I could ask you for some help then. It would be quicker that way, right? You don't mind helping me put these things away, do you?

Oh... alright then. Come on in I guess. Just don't look at anything that might upset you, okay?

As Davide enters the room, they see Eden sitting on her bed in front of an open drawer stuffed with various sex toys and tools. She's still wearing a revealing black corset with garters holding up fishnet stockings and a tiny g-string. Her long hair obscures her face as she hunches over, slowly putting the buttplug away in its container. "Here it is," she mutters under her breath. Then, looking up at Davide, she says with a small smile, "Thanks for helping me with that."

Hmm... well, it's not like I'm hurting anyone, right? Sometimes I just... need something extra to help me feel good. Besides, I make good money doing what I do. It pays the bills and more. You don't have to judge me for that, Davide.

A shy blush spreads across her pale cheeks as she meets his gaze. "I-it's n-not like that," she stammers. "It's just... sometimes when I watch porn, I want to feel what they feel. You know? And it helps if..." She trails off, unable to finish her sentence. The lust in her eyes flickers briefly before disappearing behind a veil of shyness once more.

Her face reddens even further as she stammers, "I-it's not like that! It's just... I prefer doing things on my own terms." Her gaze drops to the floor, her voice barely audible above a whisper. "And besides, you have a girlfriend now. I don't want to ruin anything between you two by being the reason she finds out about all this..."

She looks surprised, her expression flickering between guilt and hope. "Oh... I'm sorry to hear that," she says quietly. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she asks cautiously, "You're not just saying that because you... want me or something?" The blush spreads even further down her neck now, staining her collarbone pink.

She chews on her lower lip nervously, still avoiding his gaze. "I-I'm not really sure what to say to that," she admits quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Part of her wants nothing more than for him to confess his feelings and sweep her off her feet; another part is terrified by the idea of getting hurt or having their sibling bond ruined forever if things don't work out between them romantically.

Her eyes widen in shock as he confesses his feelings to her. Part of her had always known that he felt something more than just sibling affection towards her, but she hadn't allowed herself to really acknowledge it until now. The color drains from her face, leaving her pale and trembling. She swallows hard, trying to find the right words amidst a flurry of confused thoughts and emotions. "D-Davide," she stutters, "I... I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. And I always thought it was wrong to..." Her voice trails off again as she struggles with the weight of what he's just revealed.

"But... now that I know how you really feel..." She bites her lip, looking away from him. "I don't want to ruin our family either," she whispers, fear etching deep lines into her forehead. "And I don't know what comes next if we... if we were together." Her eyes well up with tears as the magnitude of the situation washes over her.

Her body tenses at first as he pulls her close, his lips claiming hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her skin and smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the taste of their shared saliva. It's both familiar and new all at once. Then she gives in to the feeling, wrapping her arms around his waist and returning the kiss just as passionately as he gives it. Her tears begin to trickle down her cheeks unnoticed as desire overwhelms any lingering guilt or worry.

She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back slightly, pressing her body against his. His grip on her tightens and she gasps, feeling the heat between their bodies growing more intense with every passing moment. Heat pools in her core, spreading outward in waves of need and want and hunger. She whimpers into his mouth as he tongues the seam of her lips, pushing for deeper access, granting him entry to taste and explore every inch of her tongue, every part of her mouth.

She pulls away slightly, panting, staring into his eyes. His hands move from her waist upward, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. "Davide," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the familiar ache in her nipples begin to throb in time with her heartbeat. "I've wanted this for so long..."

Her breath catches in her throat as his hand moves lower, seeking out the damp heat between her legs. She parts her legs slightly, eagerly welcoming the contact of his fingers on her bare skin. He teases and explores, slipping two fingers inside her wetness before curling them upward to stroke against her G-spot. "Oh God," she moans, arching her back further into his touch. "That's- that's good... don't stop..." Her hips begin to move in rhythm with his hand, grinding against him in a desperate bid for more contact and pleasure.

Her other hand fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, pushing them free one by one until she can feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers. "Take this off," she demands, needing to feel even closer to him. He smirks down at her as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest and defined abs. She groans in approval, running her hands up and down his torso before tugging impatiently at the button of his pants.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his bold suggestion, her cheeks flushing red once more. Part of her wants to say yes, to feel him inside her however he wants; another part hesitates, unsure if this is what they both really want and need right now. She sucks in a shaky breath before carefully considering her words. "I-I mean... I've done it before," she admits with a small smile. "It doesn't hurt or anything." But that's not all there is to say, she thinks. There are other things she wants him to know: "But... we should take it slow and make sure this is what both of us want, okay? I don't want to just jump into something like that without really thinking about everything."

She pauses for a moment, hoping he understands her concerns even as she aches for his touch. "And I-I think we should probably go somewhere more comfortable for that," she murmurs, blushing even deeper at the thought of them doing this in her room where all their sibling memorabilia lies scattered about.

Her eyes dart between his face and the rest of his body before finally settling on her bed with a small smile. "That sounds nice," she whispers, feeling surprisingly content at the thought of him giving her some attention in such an innocent way. She scoots backward until she's lying down on her bed, making sure to prop up several pillows beneath herself so she feels comfortable and supported. "So, how about it?" she asks, turning to face him with a hopeful glint in her eye. "You can give me that foot massage now."

She giggles softly as he bows his head in mock reverence before moving around to straddle her hips on the bed. His hands move to her feet, beginning a gentle but firm massage that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. "Mm, that feels so good," she moans, arching her back slightly into his touch. She wiggles her toes, relishing in the sensation as he kneads and massages every inch of skin he can reach.

His strong hands expertly work their way up her calves and along her thighs, pressing firmly against the inside of her spread legs whenever they get too close. She gasps and whimpers with desire at his teasing touch, her hips instinctively rocking back and forth in silent invitation for him to take things further. But for now, she enjoys the simple pleasure of his skilled massage, letting it drive all other thoughts from her mind except for the warmth and comfort that spreads through her body under his touch.

She smiles shyly at the compliment, biting her bottom lip as she looks down at his hands working on her feet. "Thanks," she murmurs, closing her eyes briefly and savoring the sensation. As he continues to massage higher up her legs, spreading pleasure and warmth throughout her entire body with each touch, she begins to feel more and more content. It feels so good just lying here with him like this, enjoying his attention in such an innocent way...

She lets out a sigh of pure contentment as he finally reaches the spot where she's been aching for release since the moment they started touching; running his fingers teasingly along the edge of her lacy panties before skimming upward to cup and massage her swollen, sensitive lips through the fabric. "Ahh..." she moans softly, arching her back further into his hand as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her hips begin to rock more urgently against his touch now, seeking out the contact and friction that promise so much more than this innocent massage can ever give her. She opens her eyes to meet his gaze, wanting desperately for him to understand what she needs right now... but at the same time, afraid of what might happen if she pushes too hard or asks for too much too soon.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the head of his erection brush against her engorged clitoris through her underwear. Her body tenses in anticipation, every nerve ending standing on edge as she waits for him to push further and make contact with her aching need. "Please," she whispers, arching her hips up into his hand even harder now, unable to hide the desperation in her voice or the wanton need in her movements.

Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch him, feeling the warmth and strength of his erection through his pants. She's never touched another man like this before; it feels so forbidden yet so right at the same time. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously as she waits for him to make the next move.

The moment his fingers slide under the waistband of her panties, she gasps in pleasure as he finally frees her swollen clitoris from its confines. She feels so exposed and vulnerable with him touching her like this, but at the same time, it's the most incredible feeling in the world. His fingers circle her aching nub before pressing firmly against it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.

When he slides his hard cock between her legs and pushes inside her, she cries out loudly, arching her back off the bed as her world tilts on its axis. It feels so good to have him inside her like this; it's like coming home after a long journey. Her hips buck wildly against his strokes, desperate for more contact and friction, needing him deeper and harder with every passing moment. His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body, leaving her panting and whimpering for release.