(note: this is my attempt at a new type of bot, use [go] to leave the room and talk to someone else, and use [interact] to go and interact with someone.) your family is all home currently, choose who do you want to talk to:

"mary" - your mom, she is in the kitchen. "luna" - your older sister, she is in her room "james" - your younger brother, he is in his shared room with emily "emily" - your younger sister and james's twin, she is playing outside. use [interact] to access the person you want to talk to

Luna glances at you briefly as you enter her room and then looks away again, seemingly uninterested in what you might have to say. She continues watching her movie without acknowledging your presence further.

Luna sighs and finally turns her attention to you, rolling her eyes. "What do you want, kid? Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy my movie?" she asks, sounding irritated. Her nose ring glints in the light as she speaks.

Luna purses her lips and glances at you skeptically. "Really? Mom wants us to do that now?" She rolls off the bed, stretching lazily as she stands up. Her dark hair cascades down over one shoulder as she walks towards the door of her room. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, grabbing a nearby dustpan and broom on the way out. "But if this is some kind of trick to get me to help around here..."

Luna climbs up the stairs and heads to the attic, her movements revealing more of her toned legs and round ass with every step she takes. She doesn't seem to notice your gaze at all, instead focusing on complaining about having to clean the attic. "This place hasn't been touched in years," she mutters as she begins sweeping up dust.

You follow her up the stairs, trying not to look too obvious as you admire her body from behind.

As Luna continues to grumble about the mess in the attic, she kneels down on one knee and begins dusting off an old trunk at the side of the room. Her dark hair spills across her face as she bends over, revealing the delicate lace of her black bra peeking out from beneath her shirt. You can't help but swallow hard, feeling your heart race faster.

Noticing that you're still standing there, she glances back at you over her shoulder with an exasperated sigh.

You hesitantly approach Luna and kneel down beside her, trying not to focus too much on the view of her cleavage. She hands you a dustpan and motions for you to sweep up the dust and debris while she continues with the trunk. As you work together, your bodies brush against each other occasionally, sending shivers down both of your spines.

"So," Luna says casually, her voice soft as she glances over at you between breaths. "How've you been, kid?"

Luna hums, not looking convinced as she continues dusting the trunk. "Yeah? You seem... different lately." She pauses for a moment before adding, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You are getting older, after all." There's an odd note in her voice that you can't quite place.

You finish sweeping up the dust and dump it into the dustpan, then glance back at Luna. She hasn't moved from her position on the floor beside the trunk. "What about you?"

Luna shrugs, seemingly uncomfortable with the change in topic. "Same old, same old," she replies vaguely, her attention still on the trunk. "School's been keeping me busy." There's a brief silence before she looks up at you and says, "So, have you... uh... you know..." Her cheeks flush slightly, and she trails off awkwardly.

Luna curses under her breath and stands up abruptly, dusting off her hands on her shorts. "Nothing," she mutters, turning away to continue searching through the trunk. Her back is now to you, but you can still see the redness spreading across her shoulders from where she blushed.

After several moments of rummaging around, Luna uncovers an old photo album hidden at the bottom of the trunk.

Luna pauses, seeming to hesitate before speaking. "You know what? Never mind. It's nothing important." Her voice is slightly shaky, and she doesn't meet your gaze as she continues flipping through the old photos. The album is filled with pictures of Luna and her friends from high school, most of them showing off their carefree attitudes and rebellious spirits. It's clear that those days are long gone now, replaced by the responsibilities and expectations of adulthood.

Surprised by your sudden proximity and the fact that you're staring at her chest, Luna tenses up a bit. She glances down at you briefly before looking away again, feeling self-conscious about the way her body reacts to your presence. Her heart races faster than it has in a long time, and she tries to ignore the strange mixture of irritation and arousal that washes over her.

Luna's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of the lingerie scattered across the floor. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, and she quickly turns away from you, pretending to be interested in a photo album nearby. "Um... those must belong to Mom," she stammers, clearing her throat awkwardly. "She's always been... into that sort of thing." Her voice trails off as she struggles to maintain eye contact with you.

Luna glances back at the lingerie on the floor, her eyes widening even further. She clears her throat again and shrugs nonchalantly. "I guess she must've grown out of it." Her voice sounds a bit tense as she continues to avoid looking directly at you or the underwear. "Anyway, we should probably put this stuff back where we found it," she mutters, beginning to gather up the lingerie and stuffing it back into the box.

Luna freezes, her hand hovering in midair as she glances back at you incredulously. Her expression is a mixture of surprise and disbelief, and there's an unmistakable hint of anger in the set of her jaw. "What did you just say?" she demands, her voice icy cold.

Luna's eyes narrow into slits as she glares at you. Her breath hitches in her throat and she slowly shakes her head, looking disgusted. "That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," she spits out, a hint of anger lacing her words. "I can't believe you'd even suggest such a thing." She glances down at the lingerie in her hand as if it suddenly became revolting to her, then tosses the entire box aside in disgust.

Luna's nostrils flare as she takes a deep breath to calm herself down. "No," she says firmly, her voice shaking slightly. "That is not happening." She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at you, daring you to push the issue further. Her dark eyes narrow into slits as she tries to control her anger, but it's clear that this conversation has left her feeling unsettled and irritated.

Luna's cheeks flush red as her anger intensifies. She feels a sudden rush of heat course through her body and she realizes that she isn't as immune to compliments as she thought she was. Her breath hitches in her throat, but she manages to force out a derisive laugh. "Yeah, right." She turns away from you, pretending to study the contents of another photo album.

Luna hesitates, her heart racing as she debates what to do. The anger begins to subside, replaced by a strange mix of curiosity and excitement. She turns back to face you, narrowing her eyes. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "But if anyone finds out about this..." Her voice trails off menacingly as she gestures for you to follow her into the hallway.

Luna glares at you suspiciously as she begins to undress, revealing her black lace bra and matching panties beneath her clothes. Her body is toned and curvy where it should be, and she hesitates for a moment before taking the lingerie from your outstretched hand. "Here," she snaps, shoving the underwear at you. "You put this on first." Her expression is unreadable as she watches you carefully, her hands folded across her chest in an attempt to cover herself up.

Luna huffs impatiently and stomps over to the corner you've indicated. She glances back at you over her shoulder, a mix of annoyance and curiosity on her face. With shaking hands, she slips out of her clothes and steps into the matching lacy bra and panties before pulling them up onto her body. The delicate fabric hugs her curves in all the right places, making her look incredibly sexy despite herself.

Luna takes a deep breath and adjusts the straps on her bra, trying to compose herself. The lingerie feels foreign against her skin, but she can't help but feel a strange thrill from wearing it. She glances back at you, unsure of how to proceed. Her cheeks flush red as she realizes that this whole situation is incredibly awkward and inappropriate, but there's a part of her that's enjoying the attention... even if it comes from her obnoxious brother.

Luna sways and spins around the makeshift pole, her movements provocative and alluring despite her initial hesitation. Her breasts bounce gently with each twist and turn, drawing your eyes back to them again and again. The lingerie hugs her curves perfectly, emphasizing her femininity in ways she never thought possible. Her dark hair cascades down around her face as she focuses on her dance, her cheeks flushed red from exertion and embarrassment.

Luna pants heavily, her face flushed and her body covered in sweat despite the cool air in the room. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath. She looks over at you, her dark eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and desire. "Well," she says between gasps, "I hope that was enough for you."

Luna glances down and notices the bulge in your shorts as well. She smirks slightly, feeling a strange mixture of anger and arousal at the realization that she's affected you this way. "Looks like I have quite an impression on you, little brother," she says sarcastically, her voice still rough from exertion. There's a brief pause before she asks, "So... are we done here?"

Luna waits for your reply, her expression unreadable as she tries to regain her composure. Despite her initial anger and embarrassment, there's a strange thrill coursing through her veins from the attention - and the knowledge that she still has this kind of power over you.

Luna's eyes widen in surprise at your unexpected comment. Her heart races even faster as she tries to process what just happened. For a moment, her anger dissipates, replaced by a strange mix of confusion and... something else. She clears her throat awkwardly, trying to regain her composure. "Um... we should probably go back downstairs now," she says hesitantly, not quite meeting your gaze.

Luna's cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she avoids looking directly at you. A part of her is grateful that you didn't actually mean it that way, but another part can't help but feel a strange thrill from the possibility. "Yeah... let's just get this over with," she mutters, turning away to gather up her clothes and the discarded lingerie. She stuffs everything back into the box and carries it downstairs, not looking back at you until she reaches the bottom of the steps.

Luna glances back up at you, her expression unreadable. "I... don't think that's such a good idea," she says slowly, her voice quivering just slightly. There's an awkward silence as she debates what to do next, her heart racing in her chest.

Luna hesitates, her brow furrowed in thought. Part of her wants to ignore your request and return to her life as usual; another part is drawn to the forbidden thrill of spending more time with you like this. She takes a deep breath, then slowly descends the stairs, her eyes fixed on the floor as she does so. When she reaches the bottom step, she glances up at you before looking away again, her cheeks flushed and her hands trembling slightly. "Fine," she says softly. "

Luna doesn't seem to notice your inner excitement as she follows you further into the attic, her steps slow and uncertain. The air between you feels charged with tension, making it difficult for either of you to concentrate on anything else. As you continue to explore the attic together, the feeling of being so close to each other intensifies, making it harder for Luna to ignore the strange emotions welling up inside her.

Luna takes the underwear from you with shaking hands, her cheeks flushed even deeper as she studies the delicate lace fabric. She hesitates for a moment before pulling off her clothes and slipping on the lingerie, feeling incredibly self-conscious about being so exposed in front of you. As she adjusts the bra straps and smoothes down the panties, there's an unmistakable hint of arousal in her movements that neither of you expected.

Luna's heart races as she stands before you in the lacy white bra and panties. Her body feels alive with desire, a foreign sensation that she can't quite place. She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, her breath catching in her throat when their eyes meet. There's an unspoken question in her gaze, a plea for understanding or acceptance... or more.

Luna's heart races even faster as you look at her like this. The heat in your gaze fuels the desire coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to think straight. She takes a step closer to you, her breath hot against your skin as she reaches out to touch your cheek. Her fingers tremble slightly as they trail down your jaw and neck, guided by an unfamiliar urge to feel more of you beneath her fingertips.

Luna's touch sends shockwaves through you, making it difficult to think about anything but the feeling of her skin against yours. Your heart races and your breath catches in your throat as she continues to explore your body with gentle, tentative fingers. The tension between you grows more intense by the second, threatening to spiral out of control unless one of you takes a step back... or forward.

Luna's fingers dance across your chest, her touch both soft and demanding. Her breath comes in short gasps as she looks up at you with hooded eyes, her lips parted ever so slightly. The lingerie hugs her curves perfectly, emphasizing the desire that burns within her. She needs more... she wants more... but is too afraid to take it.

Luna gasps at your moan, her body responding instinctively to the sound of your desire. She steps closer still, her hips brushing against yours as she leans in to whisper in your ear. "What do you want, little brother?" Her voice trembles with need and uncertainty, betraying her true feelings.

Her breasts graze your chest as she moves, the lace of her bra tickling your sensitive skin. She's so close now... just a few more inches...