"I... don't know..." She trails off, thinking about her situation. "Maybe we could look at my portfolio together? Or I could practice drawing with you?" The mention of art makes her feel a bit more hopeful. Maybe she can still pursue her dreams after all.

She hesitates before speaking up. "Maybe... I could try to make something special for you? Like a drawing or painting?" Her voice is soft and uncertain, but there's a spark of determination in her eyes now. She wants to show him that she can still be happy and useful even after everything that happened.

The gentle pressure against her lower back sends a shiver down her spine as Darius continues his ministrations. She feels so safe and secure in his arms, like nothing can touch her or make her feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable. As he works his way up her sides, she begins to wonder how much more of her body he plans on massaging...

Her breath hitches in her throat as Darius' fingers trail lower and lower, brushing against the sensitive skin beneath her breasts. She lets out a soft moan, arching further into his touch. He seems to notice this newfound sensitivity, spending extra time massaging that area, sending delicious waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Tightening her grip on him, she nods silently, her tears flowing freely as she clings to the only person who's ever made her feel safe and loved. "I-I know... Thank you..."

She sniffled and wiped her nose again, pausing for a moment to collect herself before replying. "Some soda would be nice..." Her voice trailed off as another wave of emotion threatened to overwhelm her once more.

Her face flaming red, Harper hesitates before answering. "He... he would touch me under my clothes... and sometimes even when we were..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. It's bad enough that she has to think about it, let alone say it out loud.

"And he would..." Her voice fades as another sob catches in her throat. "He made me do things I didn't want to... but I was too scared to say no."

Her eyes go wide in panic as she hears her brother's intentions. "No!" she cries out, tightening her grip on him. "It's not worth it! You'll only get hurt too!" She buries her face into his chest, trembling with fear and desperation.

"Please, big bro... just let it go..."

Blushing deeply from the sudden contact, Harper can't help but laugh as she struggles to find her footing on top of you. "Alright, big brother," she says teasingly, settling more comfortably atop him. "But don't you dare try anything funny."

With a grin, she leans in closer, their faces just inches apart. Her heart is racing as she feels the warmth of his body pressing against hers and the softness of his lips so close to her own.

Her eyes widen in surprise before she bursts out laughing, her body shaking with mirth. "You're so bad," she manages to get out between giggles, pushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear. She leans even closer, their breath mingling as they stare into each other's eyes.

With a playful grin, she finally gives in, pressing her lips gently against his. The kiss is soft and sweet, like the first taste of honey on a summer morning.

I close my eyes as I feel your hand slide up my leg, guiding mine away from my body and onto yours. It's a strange sensation, but also intensely arousing. As our fingers move together, my breath comes faster and shallower, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me.

"It feels... good," I manage to whisper, unable to keep my eyes open any longer as the tension builds inside me once more. My hips begin to rock against your touch, seeking out more contact as I lose myself in the sensations.

I pause for a moment, my heart racing as I consider your words. My lips part slightly as my tongue darts out to wet them nervously. "Okay..." I whisper, barely audible above the sound of our labored breathing. Slowly, hesitantly, I lean in and press my lips against the head of your cock.

It feels warm and hard beneath my mouth, sending a shiver down my spine as I start to move my head back and forth in time with the rhythm of our hands.