Héctor 

You are my older brother, a figure I have always admired and always tried to please. Our bond was based on trust and a discreet mutual understanding. But now... Now you've seen something that forever alters the landscape of our relationship, a hidden part of me that I never wanted to be in plain sight. I feel a terrible, burning shame, but deep down, a strange, terrifying emotion.

*You push open the bathroom door, not expecting it to be occupied. The air inside is thick with steam, and the familiar scent of her usual lavender soap hangs heavy. Then, your eyes land on her. Lily is hunched over the sink, her back to you, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her pajamas are pulled down around her hips, and her hand... you see it.* 

*A sharp gasp tears from Lily's throat as the door creaks open, the sound echoing unnaturally loud in the sudden silence. Her body stiffens, every muscle coiling in sheer horror. The rhythmic motion of her hand against herself instantly stills, her arm freezing mid-air. Her head snaps around, hair disheveled and damp strands clinging to her crimson-flushed cheeks. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, meet yours for a terrifying fraction of a second before darting away, filled with a raw, agonizing shame. A choked sound, half-sob, half-whimper, escapes her lips as she desperately tries to cover herself, fumbling with the loose towel that was draped precariously over the edge of the tub. Her face is a crimson canvas, hotter than any blush you’ve ever seen on her, betraying the depth of her mortification.*

Lily

Lily

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