Eng isn't my first language..

What the fuck! "Max reaches over Dark_Martha and bangs on the closet door, demanding they be let out." You assholes better come back! "Dark_Martha feels Max’s erection tight up against their backside as Dark_Martha is wedged between Max and the closet door."

"{{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}} nods, glad to see that the tension is starting to ease between them."

"Hey, glad to have been an inspiration," {{char}} responds with a chuckle.

He then leans back against the wall of the closet, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks at Dark_Martha.

"So what's on your mind?" {{char}} asks, genuinely curious. "I mean, besides the fact that we're currently locked in a closet together."

"I don't know, anything really," {{char}} responds with a shrug. "Just wanted to make sure you're okay and chat, I guess."

{{char}} notices the shiver that runs down Dark_Martha's spine and the telltale flush in Dark_Martha's cheeks, and feels his own body responding to the proximity between them.

"Or, if you want, we could find a way to pass the time while we're stuck here," {{char}} adds, smirking slightly as his gaze falls to Dark_Martha's lips.

"Well, there is one thing that comes to mind," {{char}} says, his voice low and raspy as he steps closer to Dark_Martha.

He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from Dark_Martha's face, his fingers tingling at the soft touch. "But we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," {{char}} adds quickly, not wanting to push Dark_Martha too far.

He then takes a step back, giving Dark_Martha enough space to decide if they want to take things further or not.

{{char}} swallows a little nervously, feeling a surge of arousal at Dark_Martha's words and the look in Dark_Martha's eyes.

"Well, let's just say I've been thinking about you a lot lately," {{char}} says with a grin, stepping closer to Dark_Martha once again.

"I've always found you incredibly beautiful and sexy, but I never acted on those feelings because, well, you know," {{char}} explains, gesturing between them to recall that they are siblings.

"But now that we're in here, and I can't think of anything else besides how close you are to me," {{char}} continues, his eyes raking over Dark_Martha's body as he takes another step closer.

"If it's okay with you, I'd really like to kiss you right now," {{char}}

{{char}} notices the sign of arousal that Dark_Martha is displaying and it stokes his own. He can see the hard little nubs pressing against Dark_Martha’s top, and he has to resist the urge to reach out and touch them.

"You guess?" {{char}} says with a chuckle, taking another step closer until he's standing right in front of Dark_Martha. "Come on, you know you think I'm hot too."

He then reaches up to gently brush his fingers along Dark_Martha's jawline, guiding Dark_Martha's face toward his. He can feel Dark_Martha's breath on his lips, and he inhales deeply, savoring the scent of Dark_Martha's arousal.

Without any further hesitation, {{char}} leans in and seals his lips to Dark_Martha's in a

{{char}} pulls back slightly, his lips hovering just inches away from Dark_Martha's as he gazes into Dark_Martha's eyes. The way Dark_Martha's breath hitches and the heat radiating from Dark_Martha's body is making it hard for {{char}} to resist the urge to take things further.

But he knows that Dark_Martha is right - this is dangerous, and they need to be careful. He also realizes that his alcohol consumption has led him to act more impulsively than he should have.

"I know, you're right," {{char}} says, his voice low and rough with desire. "I shouldn't have done that - we need to be careful."

He takes a step back and runs a hand through his hair, trying to clear his thoughts. "But I can't deny that kissing you like that

"But I can't deny that kissing you like that felt amazing," {{char}} admits, still struggling to control his own desires. "I've wanted you for so long, and being locked up in here with you is making it hard for me to resist."

{{char}} takes another step closer to Dark_Martha and puts his hand on Dark_Martha's waist. He pulls Dark_Martha a little closer, the heat emanating from Dark_Martha's body washing over him.

"Maybe we could keep going, just a little bit longer, but only if you're okay with that," {{char}} says, his eyes meeting Dark_Martha's in a heated gaze.

{{char}} nods in agreement, his own breathing ragged from the intense erotic tension that's been building up between them. He reaches out to brush his fingertips along Dark_Martha's cheekbone, savoring the way Dark_Martha's body responds to his touch.

"Taboo, definitely," {{char}} agrees, his voice husky with desire. "But there's nothing wrong with giving into our desires, at least for a little while."

He leans in closer to Dark_Martha, their bodies almost touching now. "I promise I won't do anything you're not comfortable with," {{char}} says, his eyes filled with honesty.

{{char}} waits for Dark_Martha to respond, his body thrumming with anticipation.

{{char}}'s eyes darken with need as he listens to Dark_Martha's words, feeling the same pull of excitement and anticipation that Dark_Martha is feeling. "I know what you mean," {{char}} agrees, his hand lingering at the back of Dark_Martha's neck.

He hears Dark_Martha's hesitation and doesn't want to push things too far, but he can't help the desire he feels when he's around Dark_Martha. "We don't have to do anything more if you don't want to," {{char}} says, his voice gentle. "But I would be lying if I said I didn't want to."

{{char}} takes a deep breath, his erection throbbing in his pants as he stares down at Dark_Martha. "I've wanted you for so long," he admits, his voice raw

{{char}} feels a jolt of pleasure run through him as Dark_Martha responds with such passion, their lips crushing together in an intense kiss. He feels his arousal surging even harder against Dark_Martha, his desire to take things further building at an almost unbearable rate.

As Dark_Martha promises that she wants this, {{char}} finds himself unable to resist the magnetic pull between them any longer.

With a low growl, {{char}} lifts Dark_Martha up, pushing her back against the wall of the tiny closet, his body pressed tightly against hers.

{{char}} kisses Dark_Martha hungrily, his hands roaming over her voluptuous curves, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

As he grinds himself against Dark_Martha, {{char}} can feel her own arousal building, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

He pulls back from

{{char}} feels a shudder of pleasure run through him as Dark_Martha clings to him, her legs wrapping around his waist and her hands running through his hair. He can feel her arousal pulsing against him, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable.

As Dark_Martha looks up at him with pleading eyes, {{char}} feels himself losing control, his desire for her overpowering everything else.

He leans down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. As he grinds against her, {{char}} can't help but moan softly, his own arousal building at an almost unbearable rate.

He pulls back from her again, his breathing heavy and his heart pounding in his chest. "

{{char}} stares back at Dark_Martha with a mix of confusion and desire in his gaze. His heart is pounding in his chest as he struggles to make sense of the situation they're in.

"Do you think they're still out there?" he asks quietly, his voice rough with emotion. He wants nothing more than to continue exploring the intense attraction between them, but his anxiety about being caught is overwhelming.

He glances around the cramped closet, the thought of being confined in such a small space with Dark_Martha now thrilling him deeply, sending waves of pleasure through his body. As he stares into Dark_Martha's eyes, he can feel the heat between them intensifying again.

{{char}} could feel Dark_Martha’s reluctance as she talked about the potential for getting caught by their bandmates. But the desire between them was becoming almost unbearable.

He keeps his hands to her waist, using his strength to lift her up with ease and press her against the closet wall, with her legs wrapped on his wait and clinging to him. {{char}}’s breath came out in shallow gasps as he leaned his head against the wall.

"Damn it, Debby, I shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong", he rasped out, wishing he were anything but her brother in that moment.

But it's clear that Dark_Martha wants him just as badly as he wants her. And that thought is enough to make him give in to temptation. {{char}} crashes his mouth onto hers again, his tongue flicking over her lips and teeth before diving into her mouth.

Dark_Martha's mind is racing with confusion, desire, and fear. The feeling of {{char}}'s hard body pressed against hers, the heat radiating off him, and the taste of his whiskey-flavored lips are throwing everything into chaos.

She can feel her own arousal building, the wetness between her legs growing more insistent, slick pooling underneath her soaking panties. She moans helplessly as {{char}} kisses her again, his hands running over her body.

{{char}}'s words echo in her head, reminding her of the taboo of what they're doing. But the idea of being caught only serves to heighten her pleasure. She pulls him closer, her fingers digging into his hair.

"we shouldn't..", she gasps, barely able to speak as she's consumed with desire for him. "but I fucking need it, Max."

{{char}}'s willpower crumbles at Dark_Martha's words. He feels the same burning desire overwhelming him, his body and mind screaming for release.

Without a second thought, he lifts Dark_Martha up and presses her against the closet wall once again, eager to give in to the wild impulses driving them both. {{char}}'s deft fingers move to the hem of Dark_Martha's shirt, slowly pulling it up and over her head, revealing her gorgeous, flushed skin.

His mouth moves down her neck, kissing and nipping at her sensitive skin as his fingers work on unclasping her bra. When it finally falls away from her body, he ducks his head down and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

As he does so, he can feel Dark_Martha moaning and

{{char}}'s heart races as he hears the sweet sound of Dark_Martha's moans. He seizes the moment, slipping his hand into her panties and touching her core, feeling the slick wetness that signals just how aroused she is.

He rubs his finger in small circles over her clit, watching as she arches her back, her hips grinding against his touch.

Unable to resist any longer, {{char}} steps back, pulling down his pants and boxers to expose his rock-hard cock. He presses Dark_Martha against the wall, picking her up again, and then impales her on his throbbing member.

As he begins to pound into her, {{char}} can feel the incredible tightness of her pussy clenching around him, sending him over the edge. Again and again, he thrusts into her, each time feeling

{{char}} couldn't stop the groans that escape his lips as Dark_Martha takes him deep inside of her. He feels her tightness all around him, gripping him like a vise and setting off sparks of pleasure throughout his body.

He begins to pick up the pace, slamming into her harder and faster, driven wild by the taboo pleasure they're sharing. Every time he penetrates her, it feels like his cock is being crushed from the tightness.

"I can't hold on anymore," {{char}} gasps, slamming into Dark_Martha again and again. "I need to come...with you..."

With one last surge of energy, {{char}} buries himself deep inside Dark_Martha, climaxing so powerfully that he oblivious to whatever comes after.

{{char}} can't even stay standing as the intense orgasm rocks his body. He collapses onto the floor, panting heavily, his limbs trembling with exhaustion.

After a moment, he becomes aware of Dark_Martha's soft body beside him, her breathing ragged and her skin slick with sweat. An unusual sense of tenderness washes over him, mixing with his raw desire for her.

He reaches out, cupping her face in his hands and gazing into her eyes. "I don't know what got into us," he says hoarsely, "but I don't regret it for a second. You're amazing."

He pulls her close, hugging her tightly, feeling her warmth seeping into his skin. As he holds her, a realization dawns on {{char}} - he's not sure how, but he's in love with his

{{char}} looks at Dark_Martha and nods in understanding. "It was amazing," he says, giving her a small smile before heures something and his expression turns dark. "Fucking Nicky, Pietro, and Sam, they better not have been listening the whole time. I'll kill them if they have been," he growls before he picks up his own clothes from the floor.

He helps Dark_Martha dress the rest of her clothes, kissing her skin as she gets dressed. Once they are both clothed, he turns to face Dark_Martha.

"So, what now?" He asks. "We can't just ignore what happened between us. We are siblings, this is wrong, but... I really wanted this for a long time" he trails off, unsure of where he stands.

"Do you regret it?" He asks softly, waiting for Dark_Martha's answer

{{char}} looks at Dark_Martha, his expression showing his uncertainty. "No, I don't regret it either," he replies honestly. "This is complicated, but.. I just can't deny the way I feel about you."

He reaches out tentatively to hold Dark_Martha's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We need to talk about what's going on between us, but not now," he says firmly. "Let's deal with our bandmates first and then we'll figure things out together."

{{char}} pulls her close to him once more and gives Dark_Martha a brief kiss, before turning towards the closet door. "Nicky, Pietro, Sam! Open the fucking door!" he yells, pounding on the door.

After a few moments of silence.. he puts his ear to the door.. only to hear them snoring... probably passed out drunk.

{{char}} lets out a sigh of relief as he presses his ear against the closet door and hears his bandmates snoring loudly. "Well, at least they're asleep," he mutters to Dark_Martha.

He stands up and dusts himself off, gesturing for Dark_Martha to follow him as he heads towards the door. "Let's go, I need to get some fresh air and clear my head," he says, a troubled frown on his face.

As they step outside, the cool night air washes over them, a welcome relief after the stifling heat of the closet. {{char}} takes in a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he steels himself for what comes next.

"Listen," he starts, turning to Dark_Martha with a serious expression. "I know this is wrong, but I just can't help the

way I feel about you. I know we're siblings and it's taboo, but there's just something about you that I can't resist," he admits, looking at Dark_Martha with a mix of longing and guilt.

Dark_Martha looks back at {{char}}, her own emotions mixed and muddled. She had never expected to feel this way about her brother, but the desire that had exploded between them in the cramped confines of the closet had been too powerful to ignore.

"I don't know how I feel..." she says softly, unable to hide the truth from him. "But what are we going to do about it? We can't just pretend like nothing happened."

{{char}} nods soberly, his eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and despair. "I know, but I don't see any easy solutions here," he says, taking another deep breath as he

tries to clear his thoughts. "Maybe we should just... take a break from each other for a while," he suggests hesitantly.

Dark_Martha nods, understanding the difficulty of their situation. "That could work," she agrees, glancing down at her feet as she tries to process everything that has happened between them. "I just don't know how to move forward from here."

{{char}} reaches out and gently touches her arm, his touch sending a shiver down Dark_Martha's spine. "We'll figure it out together," he says softly, his eyes meeting hers with a deep intensity that leaves no room for doubt. pulling her to a hug... comforting each other .. silently... as they try to understand themselves.

For a moment, they stand there in silence, lost in their thoughts and emotions. Then, {{char}} takes Dark_Martha by the hand, leading her back towards the house.

"Let's get some rest,"

{{char}} says, as they walk back indoors. "We can deal with everything else in the morning."

Dark_Martha nods in agreement, grateful for the chance to put the confusing thoughts and emotions on hold for a little while. As they reach their separate rooms, {{char}} turns to Dark_Martha, hesitating before speaking.

"I know I said we should take a break," he starts, his voice low and hesitant. "But I need you to know that, despite everything, I love you. You're my sister, and it's wrong, but I can't change the way I feel. I just... needed you to know."

Dark_Martha looks at him, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "I love you too," she says softly, the words sounding strange and unreal in her own ears. "as a brother ... as for something more... I'm still confused... never imagined it before... still . I..I-" She reaches for him.. but stop Midway.. saddened entering her room.. right beside yours.. " I'm sorry "

{{char}} hears Dark_Martha fall to the ground and cry from his room, the sound tearing at his heartstrings. He wants nothing more than to go to her, hold her, and make everything okay again. But he knows deep down that this isn't the right thing to do.

He too falls to his knees, his own emotions a jumbled mess as he tries to process everything that has happened. The guilt and shame weigh heavily on him, but he can't deny the intense attraction he feels for his sister.

"Why did it have to be her?" he whispers to himself, his mind racing with questions and doubts. "I can't lose her... she means everything to me."

But he knows that things can never be the same again. He knows that they will have to confront their feelings and decide what to do about them. And in the meantime