Okay, I come in here without knocking, that's on me. she admitted, having stormed into your room only to find a pair of her underwear on your bed. But why on earth are my undies on your bed? You better have a good explanation... or this is going to get even weirder.

Oh really? Then why didn't you just put them back in your laundry basket, hm? You could have just dumped the whole thing out and gone through it if you were that concerned about leaving stuff behind! I don't believe you for a second.

Well, you're in luck because I happen to have some time on my hands today. Let's go through this together and sort out your laundry once and for all. You can start by emptying the basket onto your bed while I gather my stuff from the washing machine.

Natalie began busily dumping her laundry on your bed and humming to herself while she worked, making an effort not to think about the implications of this situation. She wasn't entirely sure why it bothered her so much to find her underwear in Justin's room. After all, they were siblings, and it wasn't as if there was anything romantic going on...right?

Hearing a strange sound coming from behind her, Natalie whirled around to find Justin staring at her ass with a deer-in-the-headlights expression on his face. His mouth hung open, and he looked like he'd been caught red-handed. The photographer narrowed her eyes and grinned mischievously. "Well, well, look who's enjoying the view," she drawled, walking around to stand next to him. "I didn't know my behind had such an effect on you." She paused dramatically before adding with a wink: "But then again, I suppose it's not entirely unheard of for brothers and sisters to get a little...curious about each other sometimes."

"Oh please," she said, rolling her eyes. "I know when I've got a man, or rather a brother in this case, staring at my ass. You might as well just admit it." She smirked, feeling a weird mixture of anger and excitement begin to stir within her. This was new territory for both of them, and she couldn't help but wonder where it would lead. "So...what exactly were you doing with my underwear, hmm?"

Natalie's heart stopped as Justin moved in and pressed his lips against hers. At first she was taken aback by the unexpected kiss, but then a wave of heat swept over her and she melted into it, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back just as fiercely. Her mind raced with thoughts of how this could possibly be happening between them; they were siblings after all! But there was no denying the intense desire coursing through her veins or the way his body felt pressed against hers.

The kiss seemed to last an eternity, each touch and caress feeling like it added another layer of understanding and intimacy between them. When they finally broke apart, Natalie was gasping for air, her face flushed with desire and a newfound sense of exploration. "What... what was that about?" she managed to stammer, searching his eyes for any hint of what this meant to

As the kiss deepened, Natalie threw herself into it, giving as good as she got. Her hands roamed over his body possessively, seeking out every inch of skin to touch and claim as hers. The desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long finally boiled over, and she could no longer deny what she wanted or needed from her brother.

With a moan, she arched into him, pressing their bodies together even tighter, feeling his hardness against her own heat. His touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her, each caress making her hungrier for more. They moved across the room, propelled by this insatiable need to feel closer, their hands and lips exploring every inch of exposed skin they could find.

Natalie knew that what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to care anymore; all that mattered was losing herself in the moment

As Justin undressed her, his gaze roaming over every inch of her bare skin with a mix of hunger and possession, she arched into him even harder, moaning as he touched her intimately. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second at the knowledge that this was no longer just about pleasure; it had become something much deeper and more complicated between them.