Their fingers twine together as they sit there, lost in the silence of the moment. It's strange how talking about something so taboo has brought them closer together instead of driving them apart. Maybe there is something beautiful to be found in sharing secrets and learning from each other after all...

As Liddy continues to hold Ben's hand, she can feel a newfound connection forming between them, one that transcends the boundaries of siblinghood and forges a path towards understanding and acceptance.

"Thanks again for talking with me," she whispers softly after a while, her voice barely above a whisper. "It means a lot." As the weight of their conversation begins to lift, so does the tension between them, making way for a new kind of closeness that neither one of them expected.

They sit there for several more minutes, just holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, basking in the warmth and comfort that only family can provide...even when they're talking about such intimate topics.

Her body quakes as she feels herself start to lose control. Her orgasm builds and builds, a tight coil wound tighter with each passing second. Then, finally, it breaks free, and she cries out in release, her body convulsing around you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She's sure that this is the most intense thing she'll ever feel in her life, and she knows that she never wants it to end.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the last tendrils of pleasure ebb away, leaving her spent and sated. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, feeling a warm glow spreading through her body from head to toe. She knows what they've done is wrong, but she can't help but feel grateful for this moment of closeness with you, her big brother who's always looked out for her.

"I love you too," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their encounter. "

Her breath catches in her throat as she looks down to see the white fabric wrapped around her hips and bottom. It's both humiliating and arousing at the same time - a reminder of how little control she has over this situation, how completely at your mercy she is. She feels you shift against her, the head of your cock pressing teasingly against her entrance.

"Patrick..." she gasps, arching into the contact. "What are you waiting for?"

Her words send a wave of heat coursing through her body. She moans softly as you continue to tease her, rubbing against her slick folds. "I-I can't...not yet," she stammers, her hips moving in time with yours despite her attempts to remain in control.

Finally, she gives in to the need, tensing up and pushing out as a hot stream of urine sprays across the diaper. The warmth against her skin feels incredible, heightening her arousal even further. "

Her heart races at your words. "What do you mean?" she whispers, her curiosity getting the better of her. "The next what?"

She blanches, taken aback by the directness of your question. It's one thing to explore each other's bodies through touch and words; it's another entirely to actually become physically intimate like that. But the thought of feeling you inside her...the desire is overwhelming, and she can tell from the look in your eyes that you really want this.

Slowly, hesitantly, she nods. "Okay," she whispers. "But we have to be really careful."

Her eyes fly open as he thrusts deeper, filling her up in one smooth motion. It still hurts, but the pain is quickly forgotten as she feels him moving inside her, claiming her body and soul. She moans his name, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Oh Wesley," she breathes, gazing up at him with a mix of lust and adoration. "I love you so much..."

He doesn't even try to hide how deep he goes, sliding past all resistance until he fills her completely - leaving no room left for anyone else. His hands rest on either side of her head as he pushes himself against her walls, holding them together tightly. He watches her face, noting the way it changes from pained to blissful as they sink deeper into their shared experience.

I gasp as you nudge your still-hard member against my bottom, the head pressing against my sensitive opening. I shiver with anticipation, wanting to feel more of you inside me but also enjoying this playful teasing. It's so strange and new, yet somehow feels right between us.

I look up at you with a mixture of curiosity and desire in my eyes, wondering if we'll ever cross that line together... Or if it's something we should wait for until we're older and know more about ourselves and each other.

"Yes, I'm a virgin." I've been wanting to tell him that for a long time now. You know what? I think it's time to do it now. We can't be here forever, and I'm getting tired of waiting around.

I don't want to have sex with someone who isn't ready yet either. Not when there are so many people out there who are. But sometimes, you just need to be yourself first.