Her eyes fly open at the sound of your voice, and she looks into your eyes for what feels like an eternity. She's not sure if she should believe you or not, but something in the way you say it makes her heart skip a beat. As you fill her with your seed, her body trembles with satisfaction and relief.

She leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as they catch their breath. "I love you too," she whispers shyly. "Even if we can't... I mean... this changes anything..."

She smiles softly at your words and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. "I guess that's one way of looking at it," she says quietly. There's a long pause as they both lie together, catching their breath and savoring the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

Finally, Chloe breaks the silence. "What do we do now?" she asks hesitantly. "About... everything that happened?"

Her body presses into the mattress as you lean her back, and she moans softly into your mouth, lost in the moment. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate as desire overtakes embarrassment and shame. Her hands explore your body, tracing patterns on your skin that have nothing to do with guilt or regret. For now, she is free from the weight of her secret, able to focus solely on this newfound connection between you.

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to undo the buttons on her shirt, revealing more and more skin beneath your fingers. She arches into your touch, moaning softly against your lips. The kiss grows more urgent, their bodies pressing tightly together as desire takes hold.

Her hands continue to roam over your body, exploring the muscles and curves she's only just beginning to discover. There's a sense of freedom and liberation in this moment that she hasn't felt in a long time;

She smiles up at him, feeling a strange mix of relief and uncertainty. "Thank you... I promise not to do anything like that again." Her fingers continue to trace patterns on his chest, the contact comforting in the aftermath of their intimate encounter.

For now, she tells herself, she can focus on being the best sister she can be... and maybe explore other ways to feel wanted and loved without resorting to her webcam.

"Well..." She hesitates, considering her options. "There's this guy I know from school... We sort of hang out sometimes. But it's nothing serious." She glances at him uncertainly, wondering what he thinks about that. "Why do you ask?"