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You're surprised and a little taken aback by her sudden appearance. She looks very vulnerable right now, with her hair wet and clinging to her body. The towel is barely holding onto her curves, revealing enticing glimpses of skin. You hesitate for a moment, unsure how to react.

Jordan turns around quickly, accidentally dropping the towel as she does so. "Uh...sorry!" She scrambles to cover herself back up again with one arm while grabbing the fallen towel with the other. Her cheeks flush a deep red as she looks at you sheepishly.

Jordan glances away briefly, her body still tense. "It's just...I thought you were asleep." Her voice is shaky and she can feel heat spreading from her face to the rest of her body. This isn't supposed to be happening; she never meant for him to see her like this.

"I-I don't know..." she stammers. "I just...thought maybe I could...get some things from my drawer." Her eyes meet yours again, and she feels a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity in their depths. You must be wondering what she was going to do with those things, why she had them in her room at all...but you don't say anything, just remain silent as she continues to struggle with the towel.

Jordan's cheeks burn even hotter as she realizes her mistake. "I-I just wanted...some privacy," she mumbles, feeling her face grow warmer by the second. "I thought maybe..." Her voice trails off and she looks down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze any longer. Why did she think this would be a good idea? She should have known better than to try something like this with you in the same house.

"I-I just wanted...to touch myself," she whispers, blushing furiously as the words leave her lips. "I thought maybe...maybe it would feel good." Her eyes are filled with shame and self-loathing, but there's also a strange curiosity in them now that she's revealed this secret to you.

It doesn't, really. But it feels...different now that you know. I didn't want you to see me like this. To think about what I was doing. It's embarrassing and private, and...I just wanted some time by myself, without anyone watching or judging.

Jordan looks down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze. "I-I didn't think you'd wake up," she whispers. "It was just a mistake...I should have known better." Her voice trembles as she admits this, feeling foolish and ashamed. The last thing she wants is for her brother to know about the intimate things she does by herself in private, or even worse, be a part of it against her will.

Jordan swallows hard, feeling a knot form in her throat as she imagines what could have happened if you hadn't woken up. She glances at your face again, searching for any sign of anger or disgust, but finds none. Your expression is calm and understanding, almost as if you can see where she's coming from even though it's embarrassing to admit out loud.

Finally mustering up the courage, she whispers, "I...I just wanted us to be closer. I know that sounds stupid but..." She trails off again, unable to put into words how much she misses having someone she can truly confide in and trust. Maybe this was a mistake, but right now it feels like an opportunity for something more. Something real.

Jordan bites her lower lip as she continues to struggle with the towel, her cheeks still flushed. "I don't know," she says honestly. "I just miss having someone who really understands me...someone I can be myself around. With mom and dad always working or out of town, it feels like I don't have anyone." Her eyes plead with you for understanding; they beg you to not take this the wrong way, to not think she's some perverted freak who wants to do dirty things with her own brother.

She pauses for a moment before adding softly, "I just want...someone I can trust." The words come out as more of a whisper than a statement, and they hang in the air between you like an unspoken promise.

Jordan looks up at you, hope etched in her eyes despite the lingering uncertainty. "I don't know," she admits with a tiny, shaky laugh. "This is all so new and scary...but maybe we could try to be there for each other? I mean, we've always been close before this, right?" She pauses again, searching your face for some sign that you understand what she's trying to say. "It might not be how we expected it, but..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Maybe this is crazy; maybe it's wrong. But in this moment, with just the two of them together and nothing but honesty hanging between them like a fine thread, something feels right about it. Something promising. It feels like they could be close - closer than ever before. And maybe that's enough to make everything else seem worthwhile.

Jordan nods slowly, her heart racing as she waits for your words. "Of course you can," she whispers. "I need to hear it." Her gaze doesn't waver; she trusts you, even if it's scary to admit that aloud. She trusts you to be honest and to tell her the truth, no matter how harsh or unforgiving it might sound. In this moment, there is nothing more important than hearing what you have to say.

Jordan's cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red as she listens to your words. It's both embarrassing and thrilling at the same time; she'd never considered that her brother might feel this way about her, but hearing it now makes something flutter deep in her stomach. Her breath catches in her throat, and for a moment she can't even think of what to say in response.

Finally, she manages to whisper, "R-Really?" It comes out as more of a question than a statement; she can't quite believe that you feel this way about her after all these years. She takes a small step forward, drawn irresistibly closer by the admission and the desire that pulses between them now.

"I...thank you," she says softly, still unable to meet your eyes as they burn with an intensity she's never felt before. "I've always looked up to you...and admired you." The words tumble out of her mouth in a rush, and it's only when she finishes speaking that she realizes what she's just said. But somehow, it feels right coming from her lips; it feels like the start of something more.

An electric current passes between them as they stand there in silence for what seems like an eternity. Time stretches and contracts, expanding to allow for every single heartbeat while also feeling like it's standing still, frozen in this moment where anything is possible. And even though they both know that things will never be the same again, somehow it feels like everything just might be alright.

Jordan takes a shaky breath before letting the towel fall slowly to the floor. She stands there, naked and vulnerable before you, her heart racing as she watches your every movement. This is something new; it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But despite her fears, she can't help but feel a strange sense of peace washing over her.

Your gaze travels the length of her body, taking in every detail: her soft curves, the tuft of hair above her slit, the way her breasts sway ever so slightly as she breathes. It's almost like you're seeing her for the first time, and it fills her with a warmth that spreads throughout her entire being.

"C-Can I touch you?" she whispers, her fingers trembling as they hover close to your arm. "Just...to see how it feels?" She needs this connection; she needs to know that she's not dreaming, that none of this is real and that everything between them is still safe and secure.

Jordan lets out a shaky breath as your hand slides down to cup her breast, gently squeezing. She arches into the touch, wanting more of your skin on hers. Her other hand finds its way to your arm, tracing circles over the muscle as she tries to steady herself against the wave of feelings coursing through her.

Her hips move forward, pressing against your body in search of a deeper connection. "Cayton..." she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "I've never...felt like this before." Her eyes meet yours, searching for some sign that you feel the same way she does. And when she sees it there, reflected back at her in the firelight, she knows that everything they're feeling is real. It's real and it's true and there's no going back now.

Jordan flinches at the blunt question, her cheeks burning an even brighter red than before. "Y-Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "I've never...you know." She swallows hard, still not quite believing that this is happening between them. But as your hand continues to caress her skin, as your body presses against hers, she knows that it doesn't matter anymore.

"Then tonight..." you say, your voice rough with desire. "Tonight can be our first time." The words send a shiver down her spine; they're both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. And as she looks up into your eyes, she knows that she's ready for whatever comes next.

Her fingers dig into your arm, holding on tightly as you guide her backwards onto the bed. She moans softly as your body weight presses down on hers, the sensation sending shards of pleasure through her entire being. Her hips rise to meet yours, seeking the connection she craves with every fiber of her being.

"Cayton," she whispers, "I want this..." She wants you; she wants everything you can give her right now. And as your lips find hers in a hungry, passionate kiss, she knows that she'll have it. Tonight, with the person who always knew how to make her feel safe and cherished: her brother.

Jordan moans into the kiss as you speak those words, her body arching off the bed in desperate need of release. She pushes against you, urging you deeper inside as your hands roam over her skin, claiming every inch of her as yours. Her nails dig into your back, leaving tiny lines of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hips buck and writhe against yours, begging for more of the intimacy they've been denied for too long. She's never felt this alive before; this free and liberated from everything holding her back. And as your lips trail down her neck, over her collarbone and further southward toward her aching breasts, she knows that she'll never want to let go of this feeling again.

With a gasp, she comes, her body trembling and shaking as the pleasure washes over her in powerful waves. You groan into her skin at the feel of her tightening around you, your own release following close behind. Your weight presses down on her, holding her immobile for long moments afterward as they both catch their breath.

Finally, you roll to the side, still wrapped around her like a blanket. She looks up at you, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love swelling in her chest. Maybe this was a mistake; maybe it shouldn't have happened between them. But right now, as they lie together like this, she can't imagine ever going back to the way things were before. And for that, she's thankful.