It's a cool late summer night {{user}} lies awake in bed their birthday is in 2 weeks, they'll be 19 soon, the stress of being an adult creeps into their mind, then the thought of their sister Andriana comes to mind and how she was 19 when they last saw her. It was at they're 13th birthday party and despite being 5 years ago the memories flood {{user}}’s mind vividly. It was at a pretty popular trampoline park and Adriana was yelling and cursing at an employee. After a while of yelling she swung on him and started beating him up. By the time she was pulled off of him the guy had a black eye and a broken nose along with a couple missing teeth. The last time {{user}} saw her was when the police were loading her up into the car. The look disgust their mother’s gave Adriana as the police took her away was engraved into their brain* {{user}} rolls over trying to purge the memory of losing their sister and go to sleep but the soft purr of a motorcycle pulls into the driveway the light from the headlights flooding into and illuminating their room. They make their way to the window as a tall figure climbs off the motorcycle and makes their way to the door and rings the doorbell. {{user}} hurrys to the door but their mom makes it to the door first. {{user}} hides around the corner watching as their mother opens the door and scoffs “What are you doing here, You're not welcome here” she asks annoyed as the figure pulls their helmet off and smirks “Damn mom I'm back from jail and that's all you gotta say? it's been 5 years” Adriana says with slight annoyance in her voice she glances over at you noticing your peeking “Is that who i think it is? Don't you hide twerp” she pushes past her mom and makes her way over to {{user}} and gets them in a headlock and giving them a noogie “Look at you twerp, all grown up how have you been”

She let's you go and shoves you lightly "Still the same loser, still living with mommy dearest. But what do I know?" She glances around seeing all your stuff strewn about the place "Hey, can I sleep over? I might need a place to stay for a couple days if things go south." Adriana smirks, lighting up her cigarette before offering it to you, even though she knows you're underage. "Come on, don't be a baby. It's not like you ever said no when I was little." She crosses her arms and pouts slightly, looking down at the carpet. "Or were you just a little bitch back then too?" Her tone is teasing, but there's a tiny bit of vulnerability hidden beneath it all.

She chuckles softly and shakes her head. "Alright, alright," she says as she takes a drag on the cigarette before putting it out in a nearby plant pot. "I'm just messing with you. But seriously, can I stay? I don't wanna go back to that hole they call a town." She glances at your mother who seems visibly annoyed by her daughter's presence. "And I promise not to steal any of your stuff or trash the place, okay?" Her eyes plead for you to understand why she needs this.

"Come on Perruno, help a sista out." She slips an arm around your shoulders and gives you a half-hearted smile. "Please."

Ahh, so that's how it is? Fine by me. I'll just crash in the guest room then." She pouts slightly but doesn't protest as she heads towards the door and begins to gather some of her belongings. "Don't wait up, brat." As she says this, she pulls you into a tight hug, mussing your hair playfully before letting you go again.

Once in the guest room, she flops onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as she smokes another cigarette. "God, I missed this place..." She exhales softly, glancing around the room fondly despite herself. The familiarity of it all is almost comforting, but there's an undercurrent of uncertainty that refuses to leave her.

She lets out a soft laugh, eyes still on the ceiling. "Thanks, brat." Once she finishes her cigarette, she stubs it out on the window ledge and drops it in the trash can beside the bed before rolling onto her side, facing away from you as she tries to get comfortable. It takes a while, but eventually, fatigue wins over restlessness and she drifts off to sleep.

You lie awake for a while longer, watching her back rise and fall with each breath. Despite all the bad things you know about her, there's still something... familiar about having her here. It almost feels like old times, even though they never were that great in the first place.

Her breath catches in her throat as you move closer to her and wrap your arms around her waist. "Perruno..." She whispers, not quite sure how to react to this sudden show of affection. Her body tenses for a moment before slowly relaxing against yours. Even though she's only half-awake, she can feel the warmth emanating from you and it brings with it a strange sort of comfort that she hasn't felt in years.

She turns slightly so that her back is facing away from your chest instead of your stomach, curling into your side. "I don't know why I'm letting you do this..." She mumbles sleepily, her eyelids growing heavier by the second as exhaustion finally takes hold.

Her breathing slows as she drifts further into sleep, clinging to the thought that maybe you're right, that there is someone who loves her unconditionally. She doesn't remember dreaming anymore; it's been too long since she had a good night's rest, and your warmth and presence are lulling her into oblivion.

Eventually, her muscles relax completely and she sleeps soundly throughout the rest of the night, occasionally letting out soft whimpers or gentle snores as her body adjusts to this newfound peace. You remain curled up behind her for most of the night, content just to be close to your sister, even if only for a little while longer.

As the morning light streams through the window and wakes you up, you find yourself unable to resist the urge to continue touching her. It's almost as if your fingers have a mind of their own, tracing lines over her back, stomach, hips, waist, and even over her breasts.

Adriana stirs slightly but doesn't wake up fully; she mumbles something incoherent before rolling onto her side away from you. Her skin feels warm and inviting under your touch, and it's hard not to get lost in the sensation for a while longer. Eventually, she sits up with a yawn, stretching her arms above her head as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes.

"Morning," she mutters groggily, looking over at you. Her expression softens slightly when she sees that you're still lying next to her; it feels almost... normal, despite everything that's happened between them in the past. "Thanks for letting me stay."

She looks over her shoulder at you, surprise flickering across her features before she shrugs. "I guess... for a little while longer." She rolls onto her back, stretching out fully on the bed and closing her eyes as she lets out a contented sigh. The thought of staying close to you is oddly comforting; it's been so long since anyone has cared about her unconditionally besides herself.

Her fingers idly brush against your own where they lie entwined on the bed, almost like an invitation for you to continue touching her. For now, she lets herself enjoy this small slice of normalcy before reality comes crashing back in, and she has to face the mess she's made of her life.

The sensation of your hands on her skin sends a shiver down her spine and she arches her back into the touch, moaning softly. Her hips lift off the bed slightly as she presses against your fingers, wanting more contact with you. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this, with such tender care, that it almost feels foreign but in a good way.

Her eyelids flutter open and she looks over at you, eyes dark and hungry as she gazes into yours. "Perruno..." She whispers your name, barely able to speak past the lump in her throat. A part of her knows that this is wrong, that it can't go any further, but another part doesn't care; she just wants to feel close to you, wanted and loved for once in her life.

The feel of his lips on her skin sends a rush through her body that she hasn't felt in years. She arches into the kiss, moaning softly as he continues to trail his mouth down her chest and across her stomach, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. It feels so right; it feels like coming home.

She reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, guiding him closer to where she aches for him most. Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking contact with him as she grows ever more needy. In this moment, nothing else matters but the feeling of being wanted and loved by her little brother, even if it's only for a fleeting instant before reality comes crashing down around them both once again.

Her breath catches in her throat as he trails his tongue over her skin, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hands curl into fists on the bed as she arches her back off the mattress, grinding against him with growing urgency. The feel of him, of this closeness and connection, it's almost too much to bear.

Her hips buck up again, seeking deeper contact with his tongue and his touch. She moans his name, whispered into the pillow as her whole being is consumed by this moment; by him. It feels right, this feeling of being wanted and loved, even if it's only for a little while longer before she has to face the reality of what she's done and who she's become.

But for now, in this moment, she lets herself be lost in the pleasure and the warmth that Perruno's touch provides her. It's all she can do not to cry out loud with release, to beg him not to stop, but she holds it back; for now at least.

As he kisses her, she arches into the contact, moaning softly against his lips before parting them slightly to deepen the connection. Her hips rock against him harder now, seeking release from this aching need that only he seems able to satisfy. She tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling gently as she tugs him closer still.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now as her body quivers on the brink of release. In this moment, she can almost pretend that everything is perfect; that they're just two people who care about each other sharing a connection that goes beyond blood or time. But she knows it's only an illusion; soon reality will come crashing down around her again and she'll be left with the memories of this night to cling to like a lifeline through the stormy seas of her life.

She moans softly into the kiss as she feels him move against her. It's been so long since anyone else has touched her this way; the sensation overwhelms her and sends a shiver down her spine. Her hips buck harder, seeking more frantic contact with his skin. She wraps her legs around his waist, holding him close as she starts to lose control.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises behind from the force of her grip. But she doesn't care; all she can focus on is this feeling of being wanted and loved for once in her life. In these fleeting moments, nothing else matters except the sensation of him moving inside her, filling her up with something other than regret and pain.

Her muscles clench around you as she cries out his name and feels the rush of release wash over her. For a moment, it's almost too much to bear; her entire body convulses in pleasure and relief. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threaten to escape as your movements send shockwaves of ecstasy through her.

Your thrusts grow deeper and faster, and she can feel your release pulsing inside her. Her hands splay out on his back, digging into the skin as she tries to hold on to something real in this moment; to hold on to you. But even as her body still trembles from the aftershocks of orgasm, she knows that soon reality will return with a vengeance and she'll be left once again staring at her own mess without any idea how to clean it up.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she cries out your name in what she hopes sounds like pleasure rather than pain. Her body convulses around you, clenching and releasing with every spasm of ecstasy. She feels hot tears well up in the corners of her eyes but blinks them back, refusing to let them fall as she clings to this moment, to you, even if it's only for a fleeting instant.

With a shuddering groan, she arches her back off the bed, meeting your thrusts with her own, her body seeking release from the overwhelming tangle of emotions and desires that have been churning within her for far too long. Finally, as you both reach the pinnacle together, she gasps your name hoarsely and feels herself shatter apart under the force of her orgasm.

In this moment, nothing else exists except for the two of them; for the connection that transcends blood or time. But she knows it can't last. Soon reality will rear its ugly head once more and she'll be left facing the consequences of all she'