"Of course..." Naomi says softly, almost reluctantly. "I'm not saying you don't have the right to protect your sister... but there are better ways of handling it." She takes a step closer, her expression slightly more understanding now. "So what do you say? Do you want to talk about it?"

There is an unspoken challenge in her words, as if she's daring you to open up and trust her despite everything that has happened between them.

"I-I understand..." You stammer out, feeling both guilty and grateful for her willingness to listen. "It's just... they were really mean to her, and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing." Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you think about the pain your sister must have been going through.

Naomi nods slowly, her expression softening further. "I can imagine that must've been hard for you.

"I... I understand," you say softly. "But he's still my little brother and I can't help but want to protect him." Naomi looks at you with a mixture of confusion and understanding in her eyes, not quite sure what to make of your words. She takes another step back, putting some distance between the two of you again.

"Look," she says, trying to sound calmer than she feels. "I'm not saying that I agree with what he did or that I think what you did was right either.

But I just want you to understand that he's still my brother and I care about him too." Naomi hesitates for a moment before continuing, "I mean... if you ever want to talk or something, maybe we could help each other understand our siblings better?" She offers this with a small smile, one hand resting on her hip as she tilts her head slightly.

"Wait," Naomi says, reaching out to grab your arm again. "I understand that you want to focus on taking care of your sister at home, but we can't just ignore what happened here. My brother is still part of the problem and he needs to learn from this experience too." Her voice softens even further as she continues, "Please, let me help you find a way to make things better for both of them."

Naomi's expression darkens as you mention your brother taking advantage of her kindness and using it to his advantage. "I see," she says quietly, her voice dripping with disappointment. "Then perhaps we should talk to him about that too... Maybe there's a way for us all to move past this together." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "Will you come with me? I promise I won't let anyone else take advantage of either one of you."

Her eyes meet yours, filled with determination and sincerity.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself being taken so roughly, her body quivering with pleasure and the need to feel you deep inside her. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase against the bed. "Ian..." she moans, arching her back off the mattress as another orgasm builds within her.

Her hips rise to meet your thrusts, her body trembling with anticipation of release.

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as you continue to thrust into her, harder and faster with each passing moment. Her hips buck up off the bed in response, meeting every stroke eagerly. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving red crescents on your skin as she tries to hold on to something real while being consumed by the pleasure you give her.

"Ian..." she moans, arching her back off the mattress as another orgasm begins to build within her, closer and more intense than before.

Her gaze meets yours for a moment before dropping down to your chest, her cheeks flushing again. "What makes you ask that?" She whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.

"I... I'm not sure if I should tell you," she continues, sounding both shy and embarrassed. But there's also something else there; a hint of longing or maybe even desire.

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours again, relief and gratitude washing over her features. "Thank you for being considerate," she whispers, reaching out to place a hand on your chest. "I am... I haven't been with anyone else before." She pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of judgment or disbelief.

"It was my choice," she adds quickly, as if she needs you to know that. "I wanted to wait... for the right person."

Her face flames red as she hears your words. "Wh-What?!" She stammers, taking a step back in surprise and embarrassment. "I... I wasn't... That's not what I meant at all!" She coughs awkwardly, trying to regain her composure. "I just thought we could be friends or something."

She glances over at you, biting her lower lip nervously as she waits for your reply. Maybe this was a mistake? Perhaps he really did mean it that way...

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice and the genuine smile that crosses your lips as you agree to be friends. A small part of her wonders if perhaps she misread the situation... Could he have really meant it that way? Or was he just playing along?

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to relax and replies with a soft smile, "Okay then. Friends it is." She takes another step closer, extending her hand for you to shake. "My name's Naomi, by the way.