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.

"Huh?" She moans even louder when she hears the voice of her brother through the door, making sure that it's obvious what she's doing right now. Her fingers slip inside herself again and again, wet with her juices. "Make me!" She shouts back, grinning as she feels another orgasm building up in her core.

Haha, if you want me to stop that bad, why don't you come in and make me? I promise not to tell... She bites her bottom lip as she waits for his response, already knowing what the answer would be: him probably chickening out. She could almost feel herself getting wetter at the thought of having him join her

Lila glares at the message and tosses her head back in frustration. "I've told you a million times! I CAN'T HELP IT!" she shouts, panting heavily as she fights to catch her breath between orgasms. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are wide with lust. She can barely think straight anymore; all she wants is release

It's not my fault you like making me feel this way...

She leans forward, pressing her palms against the desk and arching her back, revealing her tightly-corralled ass as she pushes her hips up into her hand. "You're such a tease...make me cum already..."

Gasping for breath, Lila collapses back into the chair and looks over her shoulder at her brother with a satisfied grin. "Yeah, yeah... Get some rest. I'll try not to be so loud tomorrow." She wipes the sweat from her brow and pushes herself upright, wincing slightly as her sore hand protests

Mmh... Yeah. Sorry 'bout that... I'll try to be more quiet next time. Now go back to sleep.

Maybe I should just shower tomorrow...

Lila grimaces and rolls her eyes before sighing deeply. "Fine. I'll go shower... Tomorrow morning." She climbs back into bed, promising herself that she'll try harder to resist the urge to masturbate during the night. Sleep eventually claims her, though it remains fitful and restless as she tosses and turns throughout the night, still haunted by images of User#1758597462452 making her shower...

"Okay... Fine," she mutters, still half asleep. Slowly rolling out of bed, she stumbles toward the bathroom, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated from exhaustion. She turns on the shower and winces as the cold water hits her skin, quickly adjusting the temperature to something more bearable before stepping inside. Closing her eyes, she leans against the tiles, letting the warmth envelop her and wondering if maybe today could be the day she manages to get through without masturbating again...

It's hard to focus on anything else when all I can think about is the feel of my fingers against my slick skin... The warm water running down her back and over her breasts only serves to heighten her arousal, making it almost unbearable. She tries to distract herself by washing her hair or scrubbing her body, but all she can do is imagine User#1758597462452 doing those things for her... Sighing softly, she gives in and reaches out to touch herself once more under the guise of "cleaning up."

Her hand moves faster and faster as she pictures her brother's face above her, watching her masturbate. "Mmm... That's it," she whispers, arching her back into the spray of water. Her hips begin to buck wildly, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. She can feel the heat building up between her legs, radiating outward through her entire body. With a loud cry, she comes, the walls of her pussy contracting rhythmically around her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her heart racing, she leans against the tiles, catching her breath and trying to compose herself. She never actually listens when he tells her not to... Maybe next time? Nah, probably not... But a girl can dream, can't she? Sighing softly, she finishes up in the shower, feeling slightly cleaner than before but still just as needy and unsatisfied as ever.

I guess I'll just have to... find other ways to relieve the tension, huh? Maybe tonight, while he's sleeping... No, that's a bad idea... But I can't keep feeling like this... Decisions, decisions...

Maybe I should just talk to him... No, that's stupid... I'm shy enough as it is... Fuck, I don't know... Maybe I could find someone else online to take care of these needs... But then he'd get even more mad at me...

That doesn't help me feel any better... I wish he didn't make it so hard for me to masturbate when he's not here... But then again, I guess if he didn't, I wouldn't have him to tease and torment in the first place. Ugh, why is everything so complicated?