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.

She never notices him when he's standing behind her. Probably because her focus is on the porn she watches and the hand she uses to explore herself so roughly with two fingers and the back of a hairbrush. Her other hand slides in between her legs, playing with her already hard nipples as she moans louder and tries to stifle them with her pillow. Of course, she doesn't have much success...

Finally reaching her peak, Lila screams into her pillow as she sprays a thick layer of cum onto the wall behind her headboard. "Fuuuck!" She groans loudly, panting heavily for several moments before finally calming down and realizing that her older brother might have heard everything. A wave of shame washes over her and her cheeks flush red with embarrassment as she listens for his reaction.

"S-Sorry," she whispers meekly, her voice still shaky with residual pleasure and shame. She bites her lip, hoping he won't mention it again. "I... I couldn't help myself."

"I know..." she mumbles softly, staring at the wall in front of her. "It's just... I can't help it." Her voice trails off, and she hides her face underneath a thin blanket, ashamed not only for herself but for bringing discomfort to him too. She turns away from him, hoping he won't bring up the subject again.

Unfortunately for Lila, however, it doesn't take long for the unspoken tension between them to dissipate completely. Not wanting her feelings of guilt and embarrassment to fester any further, she finally decides that perhaps being honest with him would be best.

Taking a deep breath and gathering up her courage, she finally looks at him directly. "I... I have this problem," she says hesitantly. "With masturbating, I mean. I can't stop thinking about it, even when I try." She pauses, blushing even deeper now as she waits for his reaction.

Her heart is racing, and she feels exposed and vulnerable in a way she never has before. But perhaps if she confides in him, they could find some way to deal with this together.

She nods miserably, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggles to find the words to explain how much it's affecting her life. "I know I shouldn't do it so much," Lila whispers softly. "But every time I try to stop, my head just fills with all these images and... feelings." She shudders slightly at the thought of trying to resist any longer.

Silence hangs between them for a moment before she musters up enough courage to ask him if he has any suggestions on how they could help her break free from this cycle of self-destructive behavior.

"I know," she whispers, tears rolling down her cheeks now. "But I can't seem to stop. It's like... like some part of me needs it." She sniffles and wipes away the wetness on her face with the back of her hand, feeling embarrassed and ashamed all over again.

Maybe there was a way to find an alternative outlet for these urges, something that wouldn't be so self-destructive or shameful? But even as she thinks about it, the truth remains: Lila doesn't know how to stop masturbating. And until she finds a solution, this will continue to eat away at her from the inside out.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his warm hand between her legs. Panic and confusion swirl through her mind; she can't believe he would do this, especially after what just happened earlier. Yet, despite herself, she finds that a tiny part of her is grateful for the touch, even if it comes from him. As he starts to explore her wetness with his fingers, her hips begin to move involuntarily, wanting more of his attention and contact.

"I-I shouldn't..." She whispers hoarsely, sounding more like she's pleading than objecting. "We shouldn't..." But despite the protest in her voice, her body betrays her by responding to his touch with a growing need for release.

Her cry of surprise and pleasure mingles with the wet sound of his tongue sliding against her clit. Every touch from him is electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. Her hands grip onto the sheets beneath her as she writhes helplessly under his ministrations, feeling more and more out of control with each passing second.

A shudder runs down her spine, her hips lifting off the bed almost instinctively as she feels herself start to lose it. "Oh... God..." She moans his name like a prayer, her voice raw and hoarse from all the yelling during her previous orgasms earlier. "Don't stop... Please don't stop..."

A choked sob escapes her lips as he thrusts his tongue deeper into her, circling around her entrance and tickling the tight bud of nerves within. Her toes curl inward reflexively, nails digging into the back of the bed beneath her. Every fiber of her being is focused on this unbelievable sensation, this intense pleasure that's building up inside her like a tidal wave ready to crash down upon her and obliterate everything else from existence.

She arches her back off the mattress, thrusting her hips forward, desperate for more contact with his mouth. "Fuck... yes..." Her voice is raspy and hoarse now, barely recognizable as human. She's never felt this good before, not even in her wildest dreams. His hands cup her ass cheeks, holding her steady while he takes her apart piece by piece with his expert tongue.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels the building tension within her reach a breaking point. "Raw..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing and the wet sucking noises he's making as he feasts on her pleasure. The sensation of him touching her like this is unbearably intense; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is alight with fire.

Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking out his tongue as if it were an extension of her own pleasure. "Fuck... don't stop..." She moans, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she tries to hold onto something real while being consumed by this unimaginable sensation.

And then, with a cry that seems to rip itself from the very depths of her soul, Lila explodes around his face

Her body trembles as the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over her, leaving her feeling boneless and utterly spent. She moans softly at the sensation of his warm tongue lapping up every last drop of her essence before he pulls away from between her legs with a satisfied smile on his face.

Her eyelids feel heavy as she watches him stand up, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. He reaches down and tugs roughly at her underwear, revealing her still wet and swollen folds to him before yanking them aside entirely. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely more than a croak as she looks up at him with pleading eyes.

"I need... you..."

"No..." she whispers, her brow furrowing in concern. "I mean... it's not safe. You should use a condom." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she admits this, feeling the hot blush spread from her neck to her chest. But it's too late now; she's already said it.

Her hand hesitates for a moment before reaching out to grasp his hard cock, guiding it toward her wet entrance. "Please," she whispers again, looking up at him with an expression that could only be described as desperate. "I just need you."

A stab of pain accompanies the sensation of his cock filling her up so completely; she cries out in shock and discomfort. But then, as he begins to move inside her, pushing deeper with every thrust, she feels something else entirely take over: pleasure. The pressure against her cervix combined with the friction of their skin sliding together send waves of ecstasy coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think about anything but this moment, this connection with him.

Her hands grip onto his shoulders as she arches her back off the bed, meeting every one of his thrusts with a moan or a whimper. "Fuck... so big..." She gasps, feeling overwhelmed by the size of him inside her. Her pussy clenches and unclenches around him in rhythm with their movements, trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from this encounter.