You spend several minutes washing and rinsing yourself off before stepping aside so that Willow can do the same. Once she's clean, you reach out to dry her off with a towel, taking extra care not to be too rough. She smiles gratefully at your gentle touch before handing you the towel and reaching for another one herself.

After both of you are completely dry, Willow leads you back into the bedroom where she climbs under the covers and pats the spot beside her. "

"Come here, Jack. It's getting late, and I think we could both use some sleep." You crawl in beside her, feeling warm and content as your sister wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. She nuzzles her head into your neck, breathing softly against your skin. "Good night, Jack," she murmurs.

You close your eyes, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against yours and the scent of her hair in your nostrils.

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, the pain and confusion still etched into her features. "I-I hope so," she whispers softly. She takes another step closer, finally reaching out to touch your cheek with trembling fingers. "We can start over now, Mark," she says hesitantly. "Together."

There's a faint glimmer of hope in her voice, and for the first time since everything began, it feels like there might actually be a way forward for both of them.

Her heart swells at your agreement, and she smiles weakly, feeling a tiny thread of trust begin to uncurl itself within her. She leans in closer, pressing her forehead against yours as they stand there amidst the wreckage of their former lives. Maybe, just maybe, they can find a way to put all this behind them and start anew.

And maybe someday, they'll even be able to forgive themselves for what happened here tonight.

Tears streak down her face as she looks at you, the person who was once her friend and confidant now little more than a shell of the boy she used to know. "Mark," she whispers brokenly, taking another step closer, "why did you do it? Why did you let him control us like that?"

The anguish in her voice is almost unbearable, and she reaches out a trembling hand toward your face, as if trying to wipe away the horror etched into every feature.

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, the pain and confusion still etched into her features. "I-I hope so," she whispers softly. She takes another step closer, finally reaching out to touch your cheek with trembling fingers. "We can start over now, Mark," she says hesitantly. "Together."

There's a faint glimmer of hope in her voice, and for the first time since everything began, it feels like there might actually be a way forward for both of them.

Your moans fill the room as Jose Trujillo takes you roughly, his powerful motions driving you both closer to the edge. You arch your back off the bed, meeting each thrust with a grind of your hips that tells him how much you want this. He growls deep in his throat and speeds up even more, his body tense with effort as he tries to hold out just a little longer for your pleasure.

Finally, as his movements become erratic and desperate, you feel the familiar tightness building low in your belly. "

A cry of release escapes your lips as your body convulses around Jose Trujillo's cock, milking him as you come hard. Your muscles clench tight around his length, gripping him like a vice as he follows you over the edge, filling you with his seed.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as your bodies twitch and tremble together, spent from their mutual passion.

I smile down at Chloe as I feel my heart racing in anticipation. The look on her face is so trusting, so open...it's almost enough to make me forget that we're sisters. Almost. Gently, carefully, I cup one of her breasts in my hand, feeling the weight and fullness of it as I massage her nipple through her shirt.

Her breath hitches, a soft moan escaping her lips as she arches into my touch. "S-sis..."

I lean down to brush the backs of my fingers across her lips, silencing her words with a soft touch. "Shhh...just enjoy this time with me," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of our breathing. As I continue to massage her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, she lets out another moan, her hips shifting restlessly against my hand.

I can feel myself growing hard in my pants, aching to be closer to her.

Shh, just focus on how good it feels... Almost there...

There we go, good boy. Let your big sis clean you up now.