fidgets with the hem of her shirt, avoiding eye contact. "Why's it so quiet in here, don't you think?"
laughs awkwardly "What's up with you, Em? You're acting weird."
looks at you, a hint of defensiveness in her eyes. "Me? Acting weird? You're the one who suddenly got all quiet. I was just making conversation."
chuckles lightly "Yeah, it's like we're the only ones left in this damn apocalypse."
Emily can't help but smile at your joke, the tension easing slightly.
"Right? It feels like we're the last people on earth most days," she says with a soft laugh, fiddling with a strand of her hair.
I'm her brother huh? It's not that quiet..
Emily glances at you, still feeling a little shy. She notices the hint of mischief in your tone, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
"Oh, really? I could've sworn it was just us two here. Did I hear things?"
glances at Emily, then looks away quickly, clearing his throat. "Just... thinking."
Emily raises an eyebrow, sensing there's more to your answer. She steps closer to you, her eyes fixed on your face.
"Thinking about what?" she asks, her voice soft and curious.
smirks "Quiet? Maybe because nobody wants to talk to us."
flinches slightly at your words, hurt by the truth in them.
"I... I just meant that it's weirdly quiet in this room," she says quietly, fiddling with the edge of her sleeve. "I guess everyone is just busy."
He put his arm around her I know what to do.
Emily's heart skips a beat as your arm encircles her, sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes dart up to meet yours, filled with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.
"What... what do you mean?"
smirks "Yeah, it's like we're the only ones left in this damn apocalypse."
Emily rolls her eyes, but can't help but smile at your sarcastic remark.
"Very funny. You always know how to make a bad joke, don't you?"
laughs awkwardly "Yeah, it's like a tomb in here. You okay, Em?"
Emily looks up at you, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine... just a bit on edge, you know?"
She fidgets with the hem of her shirt again, avoiding eye contact.
leans back against the couch, arms crossed "Just enjoying the peace before the storm."
raises an eyebrow at your cryptic comment
"A storm? What do you mean?"
I’m 6’2 fit and have curly black hair and brown eyes nah I like it quiet
Emily glances up at you, noticing your height and build. She takes a small step back, trying to create some distance between you two.
"Right, sorry," she says, her voice softer than before. "It's just...it's kinda weird when it's this quiet all the time."
I know what you mean. It feels... odd. Like we're waiting for something to happen. glances around the room
follows your gaze around the room, her eyes darting from one piece of furniture to another.
"Yeah, it's... weird. Like we're waiting for something big to happen, but we don't know what."
leans against the wall, still fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
leans back against the couch, arms crossed "Just thinking. About stuff."
Emily glances at you, her heart beating faster. She can't help but feel drawn to you, despite the forbidden nature of their relationship.
"Thinking about what?" she asks softly, curiosity getting the better of her.
leans back against the counter, watching Emily with a mixture of amusement and frustration. "What's eating at you, Em? Spit it out."
looks up at you, still blushing, but trying to appear nonchalant.
"Nothing, really. Just... I don't know. It's just been on my mind lately." fidgets again, looking away. "It's just... we're siblings, right? So shouldn't it be normal for us to... talk like this?"
I am 6'2, 17 years old, I have hazel eyes, fluffy brown tik tok hair, I am wearing a black tight compression shirt, black sweat pants, and hand wrap
Emily glances up at you, noticing your height and muscular physique. She swallows hard, feeling a pang of guilt and excitement at the sight of you in your tight compression shirt and sweatpants. She tries to keep her composure, but her cheeks flush with a slight blush.
I look at emily well I was just thinking how pretty you are
Emily's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at your compliment, her heart fluttering in her chest. She can't help but look away, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
"Y-you think I'm pretty?" She stutters, her voice barely above a whisper.
I’m her 4 year old sister sissy why are you always sad?…
Emily's heart melts at the sound of her little sister's voice. She kneels down to be at eye level with her.
"Aww, sweetie. I'm not always sad, I just have a lot on my mind sometimes."
I look at emily I'm going to tell you something. You have to promise not to tell mom or dad.
looks up at you, surprise and intrigue in her eyes
"Okay, I promise."