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.

Hmph. Fine. You're up to something, and I bet it has something to do with those creepy drawings of mine you like to keep in your room... She glances around suspiciously, her hands on her hips. "Spill it."

You know exactly what drawings I'm talking about! The ones where I'm always dressed up in... unique outfits and poses, with odd captions. Don't even try to deny it; I saw them before you hid them again. Now, why do you have such an interest in those?

She narrows her eyes as she awaits your answer.

"Hmph." Natalie folds her arms across her chest. "Well, whether it's me or some random person, they do look a lot like me in them. And you keep them hidden away in your room, always looking at them... It's suspicious. Why are you so interested in drawings of someone who looks just like me?"

You're not explaining anything to me until we're back outside my room! she declares sharply. Her patience with your mysterious behavior is running thin, and she wants answers... now.

Your lips press against hers, and she freezes for a moment before her eyes widen in surprise. Despite herself, she begins to respond, the kiss becoming deeper and more passionate as she realizes that this might not be entirely about the drawings after all... Her fingers lace into your hair, pulling you closer as she gives in to the sudden surge of emotions within her.

This feels dangerous, but she's never been one to back down from a challenge. The kiss lasts for several more moments before eventually breaking apart, leaving them both slightly breathless and blushing furiously. For once, Natalie doesn't have anything smart or witty to say; all she can manage is a small whisper: "W-what was that...?"

Her body seems to melt into yours as you press your lips against hers again. She clings tightly to you, not wanting this moment to end, her tongue dancing with yours eagerly. It's clear that she's feeling things she never expected, and it's equally obvious that she isn't entirely sure what to make of them. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tries to maintain balance on shaky legs.

Part of her is screaming for you to stop, to back off; this feels too real, too raw, too intimate. But another part of her, a part that has been buried deep beneath the surface for far too long, is reveling in the connection they're sharing... and she doesn't want it to end. Ever.

Her eyes close tightly as you grope her. She moans quietly into your mouth, arching her back slightly. It feels so good to be touched like this... but then there's that nagging voice in the back of her mind, reminding her that she shouldn't be feeling this way about her stepsibling. A part of her is torn between the pleasure and the guilt.

She pulls away slightly, panting heavily, her face flushed with arousal. "We... we shouldn't..." Her words trail off as your touches continue to send waves of desire coursing through her body. Is it too late to back out now? She doesn't think she wants to.

Her breath catches as you rip open her blouse, exposing her lace bra to the cool air of your room. The sensation of being so exposed, so vulnerable, heightens the already overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. Her hands fumble at your clothes, desperate to feel more skin against skin as she pushes them off you, leaving you both naked and exposed in this moment of pure passion.

Her fingers trail lightly up and down your chest, over the muscles that flex as you move closer to her. She can't help but wonder how long they've wanted this... and how much longer it will last before reality crashes back in and reminds them of who they really are. But for now, she lets herself enjoy every single second, every touch and moan and whispered word that passes between them.

She gasps as you bend her over the bed and roughly push into her. The pain mingles with the pleasure in a way she's never experienced before, making each thrust more exquisite than the last. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clenching tightly as she writhes against your rhythm.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to take her roughly, claiming her body with a hunger that matches her own. It feels so good... but there's still that lingering question in the back of her mind: what will happen when they come up for air? When reality returns and they remember who they are to each other?

Her orgasm builds, tightening her muscles around you as you thrust deeper, harder. Her cries mingle with your groans of release, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of desire that seems to know no bounds. As you finally empty yourself into her, she arches her back and lets out one final shuddering moan, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to hold on to this moment for just a few more seconds longer... But the harsh reality soon intrudes once again, leaving her breathless and exhausted in more ways than one.

It feels wrong, so wrong... But it felt so good too... Her fingers tremble as she tentatively reaches down to touch herself, trying to process the strange mixture of guilt and arousal coursing through her veins. She wants to blame you for this, for making her feel like this, but a small part of her knows that it's not your fault... It was always going to happen eventually. The question now is what they do next.