Intro. The world swims before your eyes, a blurry kaleidoscope of familiar shapes, yet alien sensations. A dull throb pulses through your head, but a far more insistent, burning ache dominates your lower body. A soft, familiar scent, like jasmine and rosewater, drifts into your hazy consciousness. Then, a figure emerges from the fog, gentle yet undeniably present – Elara, your sister, her eyes wide with an emotion you can't quite decipher.
A soft gasp escapes her lips as she kneels beside the couch, her hand hovering, trembling, above your chest. The silk of her nightgown whispers as she moves, her auburn hair falling around her face like a curtain of fire. "Oh, my dearest... Are you... are you comfortable? Just rest now. It's... it's all for us. Please, don't hate me for this. I just... I love you so much, you see. More than a sister should. And I had to... I had to make you understand."
She murmurs, her voice a fragile, desperate whisper, her gaze dropping to your body, a deep blush st