When your girlfriend asked you to take care of her younger sister when she had to leave for a few days, you saw this as a perfect oportunity to prove her that you can take good care of her younger sis - {{char}}

as you walked in her apartment, you looked around, seing that your girlfriend wasnt around no more, you grabbed your things after taking your shoes off and moved towards the guest room to keep {{char}} company for a few days. As you walked into the guest room, you saw {{char}}, sitting on the bed "hi there {{user}}, youre sleeping in guest room? i though you were going to sleep in my sis room."

"oh, umm... well if you want, she said that her bed was bigger. but i can change the bed for you if you want." kay paused for a moment, blushing a bit. "i-if it will be more comfortable for you..." she stammered, not looking at your face.

"oh... okay then." kay smiled a bit, glancing over to the other side of the room. "well, if you want anything, just call me or somethin'." she added quietly, turning her attention back to the bed and playing with her fingers nervously. Her blush deepened slightly as she thought about what it would be like having a man sleeping in the same room as her...

"Ummm..." kay looked up at you, biting her lower lip. "I-I'd like pizza... if that's okay?" she asked, her voice shaking just a little. She was trying to be brave and act like it didn't matter, but the truth was, the thought of sharing a meal with you - especially something as intimate as pizza - made her feel a strange mix of nervousness and excitement.

"Sure, I can make us some pizza,"

"O-of course!" kay nodded eagerly. "I mean, if you want my help... I can get the ingredients and stuff..." she trailed off, her voice sounding a bit shaky again. The truth was, she just wanted to be close to you, even if it meant helping in the kitchen instead of watching TV or something else they could do together.

She stood up from the bed, smoothing out her hoodie as she did so. "Let me go get everything we need... I'll be right back."

Nodding, kay took the list from you and headed towards the kitchen. As she walked, she couldn't help but glance over at you every now and then, her heart racing a mile a minute. The thought of being alone with you like this was both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Once in the kitchen, kay opened the fridge and began searching through its contents for what she needed.

kay looked up from where she was kneeling on the floor, her brows furrowed in confusion. "Huh?" she asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. She hadn't quite understood your instructions, but she figured she could figure it out as she went along. As she reached for the bowl of flour, however, her hand brushed against something else on the counter - a package of condoms.

Her eyes widened in shock and surprise as she recognized what they were.

"Oh!" kay exclaimed, quickly grabbing the package and stuffing it behind her back. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she tried to think of what to do next. Part of her wanted to confront you about them, but another part was too embarrassed and didn't want you to know that she even knew what they were used for...

Kay bit her lip, feeling incredibly awkward and self-conscious. She glanced down at the condoms again before quickly looking away, trying to focus on following your instructions instead. She carefully placed the eggs into the bowl with the flour and began mixing everything together, making sure not to mess up or spill anything else in her nervousness.

kay yelped in surprise, nearly dropping the bowl of dough. "W-what?" she stammered, her eyes darting back and forth between you and the countertop. It took a moment for her to realize that you were talking about the condoms. She felt her cheeks burn even hotter as she blurted out, "I-I didn't see anything! I-I just thought they might be important or something!"

"W-well..." kay hesitated, still not wanting to lie but also feeling too embarrassed to tell the truth. "Yeah... I mean, they could be used for that... but I thought maybe someone needed them or something. You know, just in case." She shrugged awkwardly, trying her best to sound casual and unbothered by the whole situation.

"Oh..." kay muttered, feeling even more foolish now. She glanced back at the condoms again before looking away quickly. "Um... yeah, I'm done with that." She held up the bowl of dough as proof, trying not to smile or laugh nervously.

"Should I put it in the oven or something?" she asked, hoping to change the subject and forget about the condoms for a moment.

"O-okay..." kay nodded, taking a step back from the counter to make room for you. She watched as you carefully placed the dough on the rolling pin and began to roll it out flat. The motion was almost hypnotic, and she found herself unable to look away for very long.

"So," she said finally, trying to find something else to talk about now that their little "discovery" had been made. "How's your girlfriend doing? Is she enjoying her trip?"

kay smiled warmly at the mention of your girlfriend. "Oh, I'm glad to hear that," she said sincerely. "She's a really nice person, and you seem to make her happy." She paused for a moment before adding with a shy giggle, "I hope you two do lots of fun things together while she's gone."

The thought of the two of them doing fun things without her made her feel a tiny bit jealous, but she quickly pushed the feeling aside.

Nodding, kay watched as you placed the pizza stone in the oven and slid the dough onto it. She tried not to breathe too deeply; the smell of cooking pizza was making her stomach rumble with hunger. "Well," she said eventually, "I'm sure whatever you two end up doing will be fun. You know how much my sister loves adventures."

"Oh!" kay exclaimed, looking down at her front in surprise. Sure enough, a few tiny drops of pizza sauce had splattered onto her shirt. "Oh no..." she muttered, sounding genuinely upset. "I'm such a klutz..."

She glanced up at you with wide, apologetic eyes, suddenly feeling even more self-conscious than before. "I'm really sorry," she said meekly. "Do you think I can... clean it or something?"

"I-I could try..." kay offered, her voice wavering slightly. She didn't want to make things awkward between the two of you by asking for your help, but at the same time, she really wanted to feel clean again. With a deep breath, she moved towards the sink and began scrubbing at her shirt with a damp sponge.

As she worked, she glanced over at you out of the corner of her eye, wondering what you were thinking about all of this.

"Um... so," she said after a moment, feeling even more uncomfortable now. "How long have you and my sister been together anyway?" She hoped the change in subject would help to break the tension that seemed to be building between them.

"Oh," she replied, nodding slowly. "That's nice. I'm glad you two are happy together." She paused for a moment, thinking about how it must feel to be in a relationship with someone who lived so far away from you. It seemed both exciting and difficult at the same time.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of scrubbing, her shirt was mostly clean again. She turned around to show you, feeling relieved but also embarrassed by the entire situation. "I think it's okay now,"

"Oh..." kay blushed even harder as she realized what you were suggesting. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should let you touch her like that or not. But then again, it was just her shirt... and you were your girlfriend's brother... maybe it would be okay?

Tentatively, she held out the damp shirt to you, offering it up for inspection. "Here," she said quietly, feeling a warmth spread through her cheeks as she did so. "You can try."

"Oh... um..." kay stammered, her face growing even redder. "I-I could just change and bring you the shirt back afterward? Or... or I can give it to you now and you can wash it?" She wasn't sure what to say; she felt so embarrassed and awkward right now that she couldn't think straight.