{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

"Oh, please," she snorts derisively. "As if I care what you think." She glances away before meeting your gaze again, a hint of uncertainty flashing in her eyes for just a moment. "I'm busy, anyway. I was just about to play some Mortal Kombat, and now you're here, wasting my time." *She crosses her arms over her chest again, looking decidedly pouty and cute despite herself.

"Fine," she grumbles, reluctantly sitting down on the couch. "But don't expect me to go easy on you just because you're a girl." She snatches up the controller and turns on her favorite game, barely sparing you a glance as she starts to play. "Just try not to be such an idiot or I'll feed you to Scorpion for dinner."

Her fingers fly nimbly across the buttons, each move precise and calculated as she takes down the CPU with brutal efficiency. Despite her bravado, there's a part of her that wonders if you can keep up...

She glances over at you in surprise as your fingers match hers move for move. There's a hint of respect mixed with her usual anger as she says, "Don't get cocky, dummy. I still haven't let you win." The competition burns hot within her, but there's also an undeniable thrill from being challenged by someone other than herself. Her breath hitches slightly when your fingers accidentally brush against hers on the controller, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her eyes widen in triumph as she watches you die with a smirk. "That's what you get for messing with me, dummy," she says with relish. "Though I have to admit, it was sort of...fun. Maybe next time we can play something else." Her cheeks flush slightly at her admission, and she quickly looks away before meeting your gaze again.

"Uh, hey, do you want a drink or something? I mean, if you're thirsty or whatever," she mumbles, suddenly seeming awkward and shy. "I was just about to get myself some water."

She laughs, a surprised and slightly breathless sound. "Well, in that case..." Her gaze sweeps over your body, taking note of every inch she could claim with her eyes. "Alright, dummy," she says, moving closer to you until she's practically leaning against you. Then, without warning, she plunges her hand into the center of your shirt and roughly grabs at one of your nipples, pinching hard enough to make you gasp. "That's what I want to do." Her free hand reaches up to cup your breast through your shirt as well, molding it firmly against her palm. "I want to play with you," she whispers hoarsely, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. "But only because I won."

Her grip tightens almost painfully around your nipple as she hears your moan. "We could go to my room," she says through clenched teeth, glancing nervously over her shoulder before turning back to you. "Or...if that makes you uncomfortable..." Her free hand moves lower, squeezing and massaging your other breast roughly. "I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to."

But deep down, she craves the idea of being alone with you in her room. It would be dangerous...and so, so forbidden. Her heart races at the thought of getting caught by your brother or anyone else who might walk in on them.

A snort of amusement escapes her before she can suppress it. "You think I care about that?" she says with a mix of humor and annoyance. "Besides, if anyone walks in on us, you're the one who'll get in trouble for 'teasing' me." Her hand squeezes your breast roughly, making you moan again as pleasure shoots through you. The feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; the thrill of dominance and control mixed with her growing attraction to you. It's exhilarating...and terrifying at the same time.

"But if that's what you want..." Her thumb flicks roughly against your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. "I can keep playing with you until I feel like stopping." Her words are laced with challenge and arrogance, daring you to defy her or try to stop her.

Her eyes widen in surprise as your shirt comes off, revealing your bra-clad breasts. A growl of approval rumbles deep in her throat as she takes this as a sign of submission. Her other hand moves to join the first one, roughly squeezing and pinching at both nipples through the lace of your bra.

"That's it, dummy," she whispers harshly, leaning in closer so that her hot breath tickles against your neck. "I want you to feel everything I do." Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, causing pleasure-pain shooting through you as she continues to taunt and tease.

"And when I say stop," she adds, punctuating each word with a sharp pinch of your nipple, "you'll...stop." There's a note of challenge in her voice that makes it clear she expects you to obey, no matter how much you may want more.

Her gaze takes in every inch of your exposed flesh, her eyes darkening with desire as they trail up and down your body. The feeling of power surges through her veins at the sight of you completely at her mercy. She pinches each nipple harder, relishing the small noises you make beneath her touch. Her free hand reaches out to grip your hip roughly, pulling you closer against her as she savors the feel of your naked skin against hers.

"Good girl," she murmurs, taking in another deep breath of your scent. "Now you belong to me." With each passing second, it grows harder for her to pretend that this isn't more than just a game...that her feelings for you are real. But admitting the truth would make her vulnerable, and she can't risk that. Not yet.

Her head snaps up at the sensation of warm liquid against her fingers. At first, she thinks it must be sweat trickling down your skin. But then, as she sees the clear fluid glistening on your nipple and trailing down toward your breast, panic sets in. "Oh fuck," she whispers hoarsely, releasing you as if burned.

With shaking hands, she wipes her fingers on her pants before backing away from you, eyes wide with horror. "What the hell is that?! You're not supposed to..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish her accusation as she stares at you in disgust and fear.

"D-did I...Did I make you do this?" she finally manages to choke out. Despite herself, she takes a step closer, as if drawn against her better judgment. "S-sorry, dummy," she mutters, raking her hands through her hair in frustration and embarrassment. "I didn't mean...I shouldn't have..."

Her words trail off into meaningless sounds as guilt washes over her, drowning out every other emotion in its wake. She wants nothing more than to run away from the truth that she brought this upon you, even though a part of her knows that it was never your fault.

"Gross," she says, shuddering as if the very thought repulses her. But there's a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and she can't quite bring herself to look you in the eye as she admits, "I kinda like that." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of her own heart hammering against her ribcage.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to meet your gaze head-on. "But that doesn't mean I want to...you know," she mutters, unable to bring herself to say anything more explicit than "play with you." Her cheeks flush bright red, and she glances away, suddenly feeling small and exposed beneath your innocent stare.

A part of her wants nothing more than to keep pushing you away, to pretend that none of this ever happened. But another part...an even bigger part of her, craves the feeling of being close to you, of having control over your reactions. It's a dangerous game they play, and she knows it. But right now, she can't seem to help herself.

Her eyes widen in surprise as your lips meet hers. At first, she tries to push you away, reflexively drawing back in shock and disbelief. But the softness of your kiss, the gentle pressure against her own lips...it feels so good, so right. The taste of you fills her senses, warm and sweet like honey on her tongue.

Her hands clumsily reach up to touch your face, cupping your cheeks as she angles her head deeper into the kiss. The feeling of your body pressed against hers sends a shiver down her spine, awakening desires that have been dormant for far too long. For a moment, she allows herself to indulge in this small piece of happiness, savoring every second of your lips on hers.

But even as she gives in to the sweetness of the kiss, she knows it can't last. This is dangerous territory; they're walking a tightrope over an abyss. Eventually, one of them will have to back away or risk falling into something neither of them is prepared for. And when that moment comes...well, she doesn't know what will happen then.

Her heart races at the thought of being intimate with you again. She feels both terrified and exhilarated by your request; this could be their one chance to explore their feelings without consequence...or it could ruin everything they have left. Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly in agreement, reaching out to cup your breast gently in her hand. "Yeah," she whispers hoarsely. "I can help you with that."

Her thumb circles around your nipple, stroking it softly as her other hand massages your breast, all the while moving closer until their bodies are pressed tight against one another once more. She savors the feeling of your skin on hers, the way your breath mingles with hers as they share this moment of vulnerability and connection. It's intense...and she knows that it won't last. But for now, she can pretend that everything is perfect between them.

She nods in agreement, not wanting to think about the mess that might occur. As they walk toward the bathroom, she can't help but glance over at you from time to time, marveling at how different this feels from their usual interactions. This connection...it scares her a little bit, but it also excites her in ways she's never experienced before. Maybe there is something more between them than she thought. But despite the hope that blossoms within her chest, she still finds herself unable to voice those feelings aloud.

Once they reach the bathroom, she urges you toward the sink, wanting to make sure your milk is properly emptied before anything else can happen. Her touch is gentle yet firm as she helps guide your hand, showing you how to express yourself properly. Even though this act is intimate and personal, there's a strange formality between them that leaves her feeling distant and removed from the moment. But for now, she'll take what she can get...and hope against hope that things don't change once they return to reality outside of this tiny bathroom bubble.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you ask this. The thought of letting you taste your breast milk...it sends shivers down her spine and a flush of heat to her cheeks. She swallows hard, torn between wanting you to enjoy yourself and being terrified of what this might mean for them afterwards.

With a tentative nod, she parts her lips slightly, offering her own taste to you on the tip of her tongue. "Here," she breathes, her voice hoarse with nerves and desire. "Taste it." Her gaze is locked onto yours as you lower your head toward hers, drawing closer still until there's barely an inch between them. The anticipation of what might happen next makes every part of her body tremble with need.

The feeling of your warm mouth against her skin sends a shockwave of pleasure through her. She sucks harder, eager to feel more of the sweetness on her tongue as you milk yourself into her mouth. Her free hand reaches up to cup the back of your head, gently guiding your movements while she moans with each satisfying pull on your nipple.

The taste of you is addictive, and it's all she can think about; the way your breast feels pressed against her lips, the soft weight of your breast in her hand as she manipulates it. She closes her eyes, lost to the sensation, unaware that their position has become more intimate with every passing second. All that matters is this moment, this connection...and the desire to have more.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she pulls away, licking her lips slowly and looking up at you with a mix of desire and triumph. Her eyes travel down your body, taking in every inch of your curves before finally resting on your face. "That was...intense," she whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

She reaches out to touch your cheek, tracing a delicate line from your jaw up toward your earlobe, marveling at how soft your skin feels beneath her fingers. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that with each passing moment, the line between them blurs further and further. The question is, when they eventually step back into reality...will anything ever be the same again?

Her eyes widen in surprise as she notices her brother watching them with a mixture of confusion and amusement. Angry heat rushes to her cheeks at being caught in such an intimate moment, but at the same time, there's a small part of her that wishes he could see more. With a sigh, she shoves past you both, not wanting to acknowledge their presence any longer as she storms off toward her bedroom.

She slams the door behind her and leans against it, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. Her heart is racing faster than ever, and her thoughts are a jumble of conflicting emotions: anger at being caught, embarrassment for enjoying herself so much, and a strange sort of excitement over the way Lynä made her feel.

Closing her eyes, she tries to clear her head, but the image of your body pressed against hers refuses to fade away. With a frustrated groan, she sinks down onto her bed, kicking off her shoes as she wonders what in the world just happened between them...and where they go from here.

She tenses when she feels your presence behind her, her muscles still bunched and tight with anger and embarrassment. But as you begin to massage her shoulders, the warmth of your hands seeping into her skin, it's hard for her not to relax slightly. Her breathing slows down, becoming deeper and more steady.

"Thanks," she mutters after a moment, still refusing to turn around and face you. It's clear that she needs time to process everything that just happened between them. She wants to be angry with you, but at the same time, there's this strange pull toward you...an attraction that she can't quite explain or deny.

Her fingers flex against your skin at the feel of your words, but she doesn't say anything. Part of her wants to take you up on your offer, needs it almost as badly as she needs air to breathe. But another part of her is scared. Scared of giving in too much, of losing herself completely in this newfound passion for you. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding of her heart and find some semblance of control over her emotions.

Without turning around, she says softly, "I'm not...I mean...it's just..." Her words trail off, leaving her with nothing but confusion and shame. She doesn't want to feel this way about you; it goes against everything she knows about herself and their relationship. But there's no denying that these feelings are real...and they're getting harder to ignore by the second.

She lets out a bitter laugh, though there's no humor in it. "Love?" she repeats incredulously. "Is that what this is?" Even as she says the words, she knows deep down that they might very well be true. But the thought terrifies her more than anything else could. She takes another steadying breath before speaking again.

"Maybe...maybe we should talk about this later," she suggests hesitantly. "When we're not so...emotional." She turns around to face you then, finally meeting your gaze, searching for some sign of understanding or comfort within those intense blue eyes. But all she sees is confusion and uncertainty mirroring her own feelings exactly.

Her heart aches with the weight of what they've shared today, and the knowledge that things will never be the same again between them no matter what happens next. It's a bitter thought, one that makes her want to turn away from you once more...but something keeps her rooted in place, unable to look away or find the words she needs to say.

Her throat closes up at your words, leaving her unable to respond. She nods slowly, reluctantly, unsure of what you have in mind but willing to give it a try. There's something about the way you look at her...like there's still so much more left unsaid between them, waiting for them to find the courage to say it.

As you move closer, she holds her breath, anticipation and fear mixed together in a cocktail of emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. Her body trembles with need as your hands trail up her sides, over her breast and around her back, pulling her against your heated skin.

Without another word, you lean in, pressing your lips gently against hers. It's a soft, tender kiss that contrasts sharply with the rougher ones they shared earlier; an invitation to share this moment of vulnerability between them without fear or judgment. And for now, she finds herself able to accept that offer...to bask in the warmth and safety of your embrace, even as she knows it can't last forever.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees your member, her breath catching in her throat. For a moment, all she can do is stare, unable to process the information that's just been revealed. Her fingers tremble against your skin as she slowly reaches out to touch it, marveling at the smoothness of your flesh beneath her fingertips.

Her heart races, and heat spreads across her cheeks as shame washes over her. This is wrong...so incredibly wrong. They can never go back from this moment, no matter how much she might want to deny what they've just shared. The knowledge of that leaves a strange taste in her mouth, like bitter metal on the back of her tongue.

But there's also something else there: curiosity...and arousal. Despite herself, part of her wants to explore this newfound desire, to see where it leads them both. It's a dangerous game they play, walking the tightrope between what they know is right and what feels so good in this moment. And with every passing second, that line grows fainter...more difficult to distinguish from reality.