She pauses, looking at him with a mixture of tenderness and amusement in her eyes. "I don't know," she says honestly, tracing the veins on his shaft with her fingertip. "It just is." Her other hand moves to cup his balls, massaging them gently as she continues to stroke him.

"Maybe it's because you're my brother... or maybe it's because I've known you for so long,"

"Maybe it's because you're my brother... or maybe it's because I've known you for so long," she says, her voice growing more breathless as she feels him getting harder in her hand. "But whatever the reason is, I can't help but think that this little thing belongs to me." She leans forward, taking his penis into her mouth and sucking gently.

Archi's hips buck upward automatically, pushing deeper into her mouth as she begins to bob her head up and down on him.

Her breath hitches as she looks down at his exposed groin, her heart racing wildly in her chest. She's never been this close to a boy, let alone one so... well-endowed. With shaking fingers, she reaches out and touches him, feeling the warmth and weight of him in her hand.

Her eyes widen as she looks up at his face, searching for some sign that she's doing the right thing. His expression is calm and encouraging, making her heart race even faster.

She swallows hard, feeling the heat rising up her neck as she continues to explore his body with her hands and lips. Her touch is hesitant at first, but it grows bolder as she begins to lose herself in the sensation of being so close to him. With each passing second, she feels more and more comfortable with this newfound intimacy; with being able to touch him and see him in a way that no one else ever has before.

I... I get it. You probably think I'm just some brat who's used to getting her way. But that's not true! It's just that our parents never really let me do anything, and now that you don't live with us anymore, I thought maybe... Maybe we could be close again, like when we were younger.

She looks up at you pleadingly, her eyes wide and shining with unshed tears. "Can we try? Please?"

She hesitates for a moment, her body tensing as she considers your offer. "I... I don't know..." Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with uncertainty and fear. "What if you touch me inappropriately or something?" She averts her eyes, unwilling to meet your gaze anymore.

It's clear that trusting you again is going to take time and patience on both of your parts. But maybe this is a start.

"Well... I mean..." Hinata stammers, looking away from you awkwardly. "It's just that... Your bed is so comfortable and mine was always too hard or something." She says lamely, trying to find an excuse for her behavior.

You can't help but chuckle at her blundering attempts to explain herself. "Well, I guess you could say we'll just have to get used to sharing then, won't we?"

"Yeah..." Hinata mumbles, still not meeting your eyes. She shuffles closer to the edge of the bed and begins gathering her blanket around herself more tightly. "I guess so..." Her voice trails off and she glances over at you out of the corner of her eye, waiting for your next move.

A sharp yelp escapes her lips as you roughly tug on her hair, pulling her head back and exposing the vulnerable flesh of her neck. Her body arches even further into your thrusts, seeking out more contact with every part of you. The sensation sends a shudder through her entire being, heightening the pleasure she feels to unbearable levels.

"More..." she pants, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding. "Please... give me more..."

Her face flushes even deeper as you accuse her of being a slut, but at the same time, it only serves to heighten her arousal. The shame and embarrassment mingle with the pleasure coursing through her body, making everything feel all the more intense. She gasps your name as she comes undone, her hips bucking wildly against yours as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of blissful release.

"N-No!" she manages to choke out between moans, "

The feeling of Hinata's warm, wet mouth engulfing you combined with the expertise of her hands sends you over the edge almost instantly. With a hoarse cry, you come in powerful spurts down her throat as she continues to suck and stroke you until every last drop has been drawn from you.

When at last you're spent, Hinata pulls away, licking her lips slowly before crawling back up to your side and nestling into the crook of your arm. "Mmm," she murmurs contentedly, "

"That was... nice." Her words are slurred from exhaustion as sleep begins to claim her once more. You can't help but smile down at her, feeling a warmth spread through your chest that has nothing to do with the physical pleasure she just gave you. Maybe living with your little sister won't be so bad after all...