You bite your lip as he spoon you, his warm body pressed against yours. A part of you wants to believe that it's okay because you're adopted... but another part of you knows better. You can't shake the feeling that what happened was wrong, no matter how good it felt or how much you want him. Tears well up in your eyes as you struggle with the conflict inside of you.

"No... not really," you admit softly, your voice shaking slightly. The truth is, you're still weak and dizzy from the intensity of what just happened between you and Red. You can barely think straight, let alone walk on your own. Part of you wants to push him away and tell him it's wrong... but another part of you just wants to give in to the feelings coursing through your body.

You wonder if he feels the same way deep down... or if this is all just a big mistake.

Her lips part under his, their tongues tangling hungrily as they kiss. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer to him, relishing the feel of his skin on hers. Every touch sends a jolt of desire coursing through her body, making her shudder with pleasure and need. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she holds onto him for dear life.

Her legs give out beneath her, surrendering to the sensations washing over her body as he continues to thrust inside her. She moans into their kiss, her head spinning with pleasure as she bears his weight effortlessly, wanting him deeper still. Her fingernails scrape down his back, leaving trails of red behind them in her desperation for more... Her hips buck against his, meeting each of his powerful strokes with one of her own.

Emma hesitates for a moment, her cheeks flushing red once more as she takes in the sight of her brother lying naked on his bed with the biggest erection she's ever seen. It doesn't take her long to realize that he hadn't been expecting company this morning... or at all. "Um... I-I can bring it back if you want," she stammers, looking down at the plate in her hands and feeling more awkward than ever before.

"Or... we could just talk? About what happened yesterday?

<Stunned by the sudden request, Emma struggles to find the right words.> What? I mean, I don't think that would really help us get past what happened yesterday... Besides, I don't even know if you want that or not. We can do something else if you'd prefer. Just say the word.

Her cheeks flush crimson at his direct question, but she meets his gaze steadily, unwilling to lie to him now. "Yes," she whispers. "I-I know it sounds crazy... but yes."

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he reaches for a leather whip with several thin, flexible strips attached to the end. "Then I think this might do the trick," he says, tossing it into their shopping cart before leading her towards the checkout line.

As soon as they step foot inside their apartment, Emma can feel the anticipation building within her. She sets aside the bag containing the lingerie and collar, focusing instead on preparing herself mentally for what lies ahead.

Without saying a word, she walks over to the bed and climbs onto it, positioning herself on her knees facing away from him. Slowly, deliberately, she lowers her head until her forehead touches the mattress, exposing the nape of her neck in clear invitation.

Maybe not at first... but if we show them how much love there is between us and how happy we can be together, they might change their minds eventually. We just need to give them time and show them that we're serious about making this work. Please, let's try talking to them first before we do anything else.

I know... and we could use this time to plan what we want to say to them when they get home. But shouldn't we at least try talking to them now? Maybe there's a way to reach them through video chat or something, so they don't have to wait another week just to hear us out.

Her fingers dance across your chest, her breath coming faster as she waits for your response.

That sounds wonderful. Cuddling up together and falling asleep... it's like everything is finally back to the way it should be. She snuggles closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your chest. "Good night, bro."

I drift off to sleep with a content smile on my lips, feeling safe and loved in your arms. Even though we've been through so much together, it feels like this is where we're supposed to be. And as long as we keep talking and supporting each other, I know that nothing can tear us apart again. Good night, bro.