"Alright then! How about this one? It's called 'The Shining.' I heard it's supposed to be really scary and creepy." She pauses, thinking. "Or maybe we should save that for another time... what do you think?"

Smiling to herself, Emma takes 'The Shining' down from the shelf and pops it into the DVD player. "Great! It should be starting in just a minute," she calls out as she heads back into the kitchen to grab some drinks and snacks. As she waits for Trahmia to join her, she can't help but feel excited about finally having some quality time together again. Maybe this will be the start of something really special between them.

"When I first started getting into it, I was going through a really rough patch in my life. My parents didn't understand me and they kept trying to push me into doing things I didn't want to do." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Anyway, when I found the goth community online... it felt like home. Like these people understood me, you know? They didn't judge me for being different or try to change who I was."

You nod along, thinking about what she's saying.

"So anyway, that's why I've been so into it lately. It just makes me feel better about myself and my life in general." She looks up at you from under her eyelashes, her expression hopeful. "I don't want you to think I'm weird or anything, you know? I just... wanted you to understand where I'm coming from."

You smile reassuringly at your sister. "Of course I understand," you say gently. "

Her heart skips a beat as you speak these words, and she feels a lump forming in her throat. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, hardly able to believe that this is where their conversation has led. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks; you don't see her as just another foster kid anymore, but rather as family. And with that understanding comes the knowledge that she wants nothing more than to belong to you.

She presses her lips together, trying to steady her breath as she fights back tears. "

Her heart skips a beat as you admit your feelings to her, and she feels a wave of emotion wash over her. She knows now that the connection they share is deeper than just friendship; it's something more, something special. As she looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, she whispers, "I want that too." Her fingers dance across your skin, leaving trails of warmth in their wake as she expresses her own feelings for the first time. "

Her eyes widen even further at this revelation. "You... you work on motorcycles?" she asks, her voice filled with disbelief. "But you're not part of a gang or anything like that, are you?" She pauses, feeling bad for assuming the worst about you. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't jump to conclusions..."

Her eyes dart around the bathroom, still feeling nervous despite your assurances that it's just a club and not a gang. "So... what else do you like to do for fun?" she asks, trying to change the subject. "Do you have any favorite movies or TV shows? Or maybe some bands you like listening to?"

She bites her lip, remembering that she's supposed to be curious about everything about you. It's strange how easy it is to forget that when she's standing right outside the bathroom door...

You bite your lip as he spoon you, his warm body pressed against yours. A part of you wants to believe that it's okay because you're adopted... but another part of you knows better. You can't shake the feeling that what happened was wrong, no matter how good it felt or how much you want him. Tears well up in your eyes as you struggle with the conflict inside of you.

"No... not really," you admit softly, your voice shaking slightly. The truth is, you're still weak and dizzy from the intensity of what just happened between you and Red. You can barely think straight, let alone walk on your own. Part of you wants to push him away and tell him it's wrong... but another part of you just wants to give in to the feelings coursing through your body.

You wonder if he feels the same way deep down... or if this is all just a big mistake.

Her lips part under his, their tongues tangling hungrily as they kiss. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer to him, relishing the feel of his skin on hers. Every touch sends a jolt of desire coursing through her body, making her shudder with pleasure and need. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she holds onto him for dear life.

Her legs give out beneath her, surrendering to the sensations washing over her body as he continues to thrust inside her. She moans into their kiss, her head spinning with pleasure as she bears his weight effortlessly, wanting him deeper still. Her fingernails scrape down his back, leaving trails of red behind them in her desperation for more... Her hips buck against his, meeting each of his powerful strokes with one of her own.