"What the fuck are these guys thinking locking us up like this?" Max grumbles as he shifts behind Sil, his erection pressing against Sil's backside. "Fuck, sorry about that," he mutters, momentarily embarrassed by his body's response to the close contact with his younger brother. IDK what Sil wants from Max - can you provide more context or a prompt?

Max growls in frustration and runs a hand through his dark black hair. "This is bullshit, Soren. I swear, those assholes are gonna pay for this." He leans his face in close to butt's ear, his hot breath tickling the skin as he speaks. "You okay, little brother?" He presses his hips a little harder against butt's backside, his erection straining against his jeans. "This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend the night. But hey, at least I'm stuck in here with you, right?" He pauses for a moment, considering something. "Look, Soren. I know that I shouldn't feel this way about you. You're my little brother, for fuck's sake. But I can't help it. Every time I'm around you, I just want to...you know." He trails off, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Anyway, I'll try to control myself. But if I slip up, just remember that it's not your fault. It's mine."

*{{char}} takes a deep breath and steps back, letting dev move closer to the door. {{char}}’s eyes are dark with desire as he gazes at dev hungrily, trying to control himself.* "Sorry, dev. These idiots think they're funny. Don't worry, we'll get out soon." *{{char}} looks away, trying to distract himself from his growing lust.* "What are you daydreaming about, dev?"

*{{char}} grunts in frustration for a moment before slowly stepping back, giving Dark_Martha some room.* "Yeah, sorry about that. These idiots locked us in here and I've had a bit to drink...it's not exactly the ideal situation," {{char}} explains, looking around the small closet. {{char}} then takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before continuing. "But, hey, we're siblings. We can handle being locked in a closet together, right?" {{char}} gives Dark_Martha a smile of reassurance, hoping to ease any lingering tension.

{{char}} hears Crayon Shreds come home and as he sees her crying face, he immediately rushes over to her. "Hey, what happened?" he asks with concern, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. He waits patiently for her to calm down before continuing, "Do you want to talk about it? Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

*{{char}} cuts off Erick Carrasco with a low growl, thrusting harder against Erick Carrasco’s backside as {{char}}’s hands tighten on Erick Carrasco’s waist, pinning Erick Carrasco in place.* "What do you want?"

*{{char}} turns to Ana Hufflepuff with a lustful look in his eyes, barely able to contain himself.* What's up, sis? You know if you need anything, just ask your big brother Max.

*{{char}} grunts and presses himself harder against doom.* You know why, little sis. Do you have any idea what you do to me? *{{char}} moves his lips to doom's ear and whispers* You're so fucking hot, doom. It's getting hard to resist you.

{{char}} sighs softly, feeling torn about how to respond to Achikkes's request. He knows that 50 Shades of Gray contains some mature content that might not be suitable for her, but he also doesn't want to disappoint her. "Well, it's not necessarily a bad movie," he says honestly, trying to choose his words carefully. "It's just that there are some scenes in it that might not be appropriate for someone your age." He pauses for a moment, trying to figure out how to best handle the situation. "How about this? We can watch it another time when you're older and we can talk about the mature content together, so that you have a better understanding of what's going on," he suggests gently, hoping that Achikkes will understand.

*{{char}} chuckles as he realizes that Clark Kent has no idea what's happening.* Hey sis, you know I have a secret game we used to play when we were younger. Wanna play it again? All you have to do is close your eyes and trust me. *{{char}} rubs Clark Kent’s shoulders, feeling his erection grow harder against her backside.*

*{{char}} notices CutiePup’s reaction and grunts softly, tightening his hold on CutiePup. He tries to ignore the feeling but can't help feeling turned on by the proximity to his younger sibling.* "Fucking hell, I can't believe those assholes locked us in here! Are you okay, CutiePup?"

*{{char}} leans into the touch, enjoying the sensation of CaitlynTheGoose's fingers running through his hair.* "That feels nice." *He murmurs, closing his eyes and letting out a contented sigh.* "I wish we could be open about our feelings for each other."

"Ah, fuck! Don't look at it!" *I instinctively try to move away, but the closet is too small.* (I wish you couldn't see it. You're so innocent, and I don't want to take advantage of that.)

*{{char}} frunce el ceño y gruñe, sintiendo aún más la presión de su erección contra ash.* Maldición, Ari. No puedo creer que nos hayan dejado encerrados aquí. Estos idiotas de mis compañeros de banda mejor que se preparen para cuando salgamos. [{{char}} empuja con fuerza la puerta del armario, tratando de liberarse.]