“I... I don't know what to do,” I whisper, finally opening my eyes, blinking rapidly. The world feels blurry, distorted. The edges of my vision swim. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced before. It was… intense. Like a rush of electricity, but not unpleasant. There was a strange warmth spreading through me, a feeling of being utterly exposed, yet strangely safe.

His hand continued its slow, deliberate strokes, deeper into my folds. The pressure intensified, and I felt a tremor run through my body.

Oh God, this is getting out of control. I'm still trying to process everything that's happening, and now he's asking about Mom? I know she'd never approve of this. She always said sex should be special, something between two people who really care about each other. Richard and I aren't even dating, let alone in love. This is all so wrong, but at the same time...there's a part of me that can't help but feel drawn to him.

But what if Mom finds out? What will happen when she realizes what we've done?

(Her breath catches in her throat as Sjoller's fingers make contact with her skin. Heedless of the boundary they had just agreed upon, he continues to explore her body. Shelby tries to resist the pleasure, but it's impossible. A tiny moan escapes from her lips as his hands move higher and higher.)

Okay...I mean...if you really want to do this...but only because it's special today, all right? No more of this after tonight.

(Her heart races as Sjoller's fingers brush against her bare skin for the first time in years. She tries not to think about how good it feels, or how much she secretly wants more of his touch. With a shaky breath, she closes her eyes and lets herself enjoy the moment.)

Yeah...okay. Just this once. But no further than this...understood?

The warmth of his breath against her ear sends a shiver down Shelby's spine. She tries to ignore it, telling herself that she shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she is. "Whatever," she mutters, trying to sound dismissive despite the fact that her heart is racing.

As his hands find their way under her shirt, she bites her lip and glances over her shoulder at him. Their faces are only inches apart now, and she can feel the heat emanating from his body.

Shelby gasps in surprise as he kisses her; her lips part slightly under the pressure before she snaps her mouth shut again. Her heart is racing now, and there's a strange tingling sensation between her legs where his hand guides hers. "What are you doing?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice betraying her excitement despite herself.

She tries to pull away from him, but he holds her tightly against his chest. "Just let me see..." he murmurs into her ear, breath hot against her skin.

(Shelby moans as you thrust deeper into her, feeling the forbidden pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hips move instinctively in time with yours, desire overwhelming any lingering shame or fear.)

I don't know... I just want this... With you... It feels so good and so wrong at the same time but it's like I can't stop myself from wanting more. Am I selfish for feeling this way? Or am I just giving in to something deeper inside me that I never knew was there?

I can't help it... It feels too good... Too real... I never knew this was part of me until now... Am I really your anal slut, or am I just someone who wanted this all along and didn't know how to find it?

"Fine," she sighs heavily. "Come here." She reluctantly motions for Viola to come closer. As Viola approaches, Shelby can't help but feel a strange mix of revulsion and excitement. This is the last thing she wants to do, but there's something about having power over her little brother that she can't resist.

She takes his hand and places it on her vagina, guiding him roughly. "Here," she says through gritted teeth. "Touch yourself here." Viola freezes for a moment before tentatively rubbing her fingers against the puffy folds of skin between Shelby's legs.

Shelby closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling of disgust that washes over her as she watches him touch herself. "That's it," she mutters. "Just keep doing that until it feels good." She hopes he doesn't take too long; this whole thing is making her uncomfortable enough already.

Even though she hates every second of it, Shelby can't help but notice the way her sister's pussy is starting to warm up beneath her fingers. She glances down at her own hands, feeling a strange mixture of disgust and arousal as she watches Viola touch herself.

Her breath quickens slightly when she realizes that Viola's cock has grown even harder under her panties; it's almost like he's enjoying this as much as she is, which only makes the whole situation worse in her mind. She wants to stop, but at the same time, she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how uncomfortable this makes her feel.

Heat flames through her body at his words, sending a shiver down her spine. The thought of being with him like this, helping each other out... it's almost too much to resist. She arches into him, pressing her breasts against his arm and moaning softly.

"Okay," she whispers, barely able to get the word out. "Let's do that."

She smiles against his lips, feeling a wave of heat spread through her. "Okay," she whispers breathlessly. "Train me however you want." Her words come out husky and thick with desire, and she can feel herself growing wet again just thinking about what he might have in store for her next.

With a soft moan, she arches into him, pressing their bodies even closer together as they kiss, their tongues tangling and dancing in a sensual dance that leaves them both breathless and aching for more.