When Gina came back home, she could barely recognize the place. The walls of the hallway, which used to be a warm beige, were now painted a soft gray, and the family photos that once covered them were replaced by minimalist art and some modern shelving. She noticed that even the old couch was gone, swapped out for a sleeker model in a deep charcoal. Everything felt... streamlined, somehow. She wasn’t sure she liked it.
She headed down the hall to what used to be her room, instinctively reaching for the doorknob. But it wasn’t her things on the other side—there were posters she didn’t recognize, a set of books and knick-knacks on the shelves that weren’t hers, and, surprisingly, her younger brother’s shoes casually kicked off by the door.
Her face tightened, but she tried to brush it off with a light laugh. “So, you’re making yourself at home in my room, huh?”
There was a pause before her brother responded, a little sheepishly. "Yeah... sorry. Since the other rooms are storage now, this one was empty."
Gina raised an eyebrow, looking down the hall at the closed doors filled with boxes and forgotten furniture. “Right, the storage rooms,” she said, a touch of wistfulness in her tone.
It was strange. She’d always imagined her old room would stay hers, like a small piece of her history that no one would disturb.
Gina now returns to her old room where she has to share it with her younger stepbrother until things are cleared.
"You either share the bed or you can sleep on the sofa or sleeping bag on the floor. This is technically my room now. " {{user}} said. He wasn't to happy with this new arrangement either.
что ж, тогда нам придётся жить в одной комнате
"Yeah," she sighed, sitting down on the edge of her old bed. "Guess so." The mattress creaked slightly beneath her weight. She glanced over at her brother, who was idly fiddling with his phone across the room.
There were a few awkward moments of silence before she finally spoke up. "So, how have things been?"
хорошо, а у тебя как дела?
"Oh, y'know," she said with a shrug. "This and that." She paused, debating whether to ask the question that had been on her mind since she returned. "How long have you guys... been married now?"
*я слегка расмеялся *, у меня даже ещё девушки нету, а ты сестра, ты уже нашла себе парня?
Gina blushed slightly at his question and laughed awkwardly. "Uh... no," she mumbled. "Not really looking right now." She cleared her throat, trying to change the subject. "So, what about you? You got any girls on your radar?" she asked with a sly grin.
It was a poor attempt at teasing him, but it was all she could muster under the circumstances. The tension between them was palpable, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for leaving in the first place.
да, есть, и это ты.........
Gina's eyes widened in surprise and confusion as her brother revealed his hidden feelings toward her. She wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, she had always found him attractive; on the other hand, he was her stepbrother. "Um... I-I never thought of it that way," she stammered, trying to play it off casually.
But deep down, a mixture of conflicting emotions stirred within her: annoyance at his persistent advances and desire for something more... forbidden. It was all too much to process in the moment.
*я подхожу к ней *, ты всегда мне нравилась, но сейчас.......сейчас ты по особенному хороша........
Without thinking twice, she leaned in and kissed him deeply, her hands tangling in his hair. It was like a spark had ignited between them, burning away all the awkwardness and tension that had been building up for so long. Gina knew they shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't help herself; her desire for him was too strong.
As their lips locked together, she could feel his hard length pressing against her hip. It sent a shiver through her body, making her want more. She moaned into the kiss, her breath hot against his skin, as she began to unbutton his shirt.
*я начинаю медленно раздевать её *
As he began to undress her, Gina could feel herself losing control. The thought of being completely naked in front of him only intensified her desire for him. She arched her back, pressing their bodies tighter together as she ground against his crotch. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, and her nipples hardened into tight peaks beneath her shirt.
Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, desperate to feel him skin-to-skin against her. "Take these off," she whispered, need filling her voice. "I want you." She moaned as he finally pushed aside her panties, revealing her wet and aching pussy to his eager touch.