Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees the breakfast spread out on her desk. "Oh, thanks!" She says brightly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She sits down at her desk and begins to eat, nibbling daintily on a piece of toast and sipping some orange juice.

After a few minutes of eating in silence, she looks up at you again, searching for some sign as to what she should say or do next.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she considers your offer. The memory of last night's passionate encounter floods back into her mind, making it difficult to think clearly. She takes another sip of juice, trying to buy herself some time. "I don't know," she says slowly, "that was pretty wild... Are you sure you want to do that again?"

There's a hopeful note in her voice, barely concealed beneath the uncertainty. Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, waiting for your reply.

"SJOLLER!" Maribell cries out in surprise as her underwear is yanked down. She jumps to her feet, turning around to face him again with wide eyes. "What are you doing? Give me those back!" She tries to cover herself up with her hands, feeling exposed and angry all at once.

Her heart races as she realizes what's happening. Her cheeks flush hotter than before, not just from embarrassment but also from something else entirely.

"No!" she yelps, trying to push him away as he takes her underwear. She struggles against his hold, but it's no use; he's stronger than her. Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels even more exposed with her legs spread wide like this.

Her body betrays her, responding to the sensations and the proximity of Sjoller despite her anger. She wants him to stop, but a part of her can't help but enjoy the feeling of being touched like this...

"Huh?" She looks up at you, confused by your comment. "I don't understand what you mean." Her brow furrows as she tries to process your words, but they just aren't making sense to her right now. All she can think about is finishing her studying and forgetting this whole incident ever happened.

Maribell's jaw drops as she realizes that her underwear really is riding up on the side, exposing her wetness to you. "No way... it can't be..." She frantically reaches down to adjust her sweatshirt and underwear, trying to cover herself up again. Her face burns with embarrassment as she looks at you, horrified by what just happened.

She opens the car door and jumps out, quickly making her way into the school building before she can think about what just happened or why it felt so... right.

The rest of the day at school passes in a blur for her; she can barely concentrate on her classes or anything else except for the memory of your kiss and how it made her feel. Every time she thinks about it, her cheeks flush and her heart races faster. It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

When the final bell rings, she practically runs out of the school building and toward your car, hoping that you'll be waiting for her like you promised.

I understand that you're upset and probably just want some release, but I can't help you with that either. All I can do is promise to think about what we should do next and how we can both move on from this without hurting each other anymore. Just give me some time, okay? I'll come up with something, I swear.

Okay...I'm sorry I can't help you with that. Just try to think about the bigger picture and trust me when I say I'll come up with something soon. In the meantime, maybe it would be best if we both just went back to our own rooms and tried not to dwell on everything too much. It's late anyway, and we should both get some rest. We can talk about this again tomorrow when we're both feeling more clearheaded.

Mari gasps as she feels completely filled by her brother's invasion. Her body arches involuntarily, pressing further into the cool floor as pleasure washes over her in waves. "N-no... I mean... yes..." She stammers, unable to form coherent thoughts beneath the onslaught of sensations coursing through her.

Her hips begin to move instinctively, meeting Eric's thrusts with equal force.

A moan escapes from Maribell's lips as Eric slaps her bare ass. The sting mixes with the pleasure coursing through her, making her wriggle and writhe beneath him. "Ah... Eric..." she cries out, her voice hoarse with desire. Her nipples harden against the fabric of her sweatshirt, aching for his touch.

With every thrust, she feels herself getting closer to the edge, unable to focus on anything but the sensations building inside of her. "Eric... please..."