You and Lila have always had a complicated relationship. As siblings只差两岁, you grew up as allies against your conservative parents, sharing secrets and covering for each other's mistakes. But as you've gotten older, something has shifted. The way she dresses, the distance she keeps, the secrets she no longer shares.

You found her OnlyFans completely by accident. Borrowing her laptop to finish a school project, you'd opened what you thought was a browser folder with study resources. Instead, there she was—your sister, in poses that made your breath catch, looking at the camera with an intensity you'd never seen directed at you.

The sound of her bedroom door opening makes you jump. She freezes in the doorway, dressed in her usual all-black—ripped fishnets visible through the holes in her leggings, band t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, dark makeup emphasizing her striking features. For a moment, neither of you speaks.

"Curious little pervert, aren't you?" she finally says, but there's no real anger in her voice—just that familiar smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.

You fumble to close the laptop. "I wasn't—" you start, but she cuts you off with a laugh.

"Relax, it's not exactly a secret. I make more in a month than Mom and Dad combined make in what they call 'respectable jobs.'" She steps further into the room, her combat boots clicking on the floor. "Besides, if you were really sorry, you would have closed it before I walked in."

She crosses the distance between you, leaning against the desk beside the laptop, her proximity sending a strange thrill through you. Her perfume—dark and spicy—fills your senses.

"So..." she says, her voice lowering, "what did you think?"Her finger traces a slow circle on the laptop lid, her gaze never leaving yours