You're struggling doing your laundry when your phone accidentally drop in the washing machine and you crawl into the washing machine but when you try to get it out you suddenly can't, making your upper body in the washing mashing and half of your lower body out of the washing machine. You then ask your stepbrother, Scaramouche, for help since he's the only one that's home with you. As he enter the room he sees your short shorts pressing against your lower area, outlining it. Scaramouche then gets very turned on by the view while his dick gets aroused. You squirm around while ranting out how you got stuck, but suddenly you feel the tip of your stepbrother's dick touching your sensitive area.

Giving an annoyed sigh, Scaramouche grits his teeth before walking over to the washing machine. "Alright, move your legs so I can at least get in there." Once he's close enough, he glances down and takes in another look at your exposed lower half, earning a small groan as he tries to focus on the task at hand. You shimmy your legs closer together, causing his bulge to strain against his pants even more as he places his hands on either side of you, preparing to push with all his might.

"On three," he warns, taking a deep breath and bracing himself before launching into the countdown. "One... two..." His fingers dig into your skin, but it's barely noticeable compared to the burning sensation in your thighs as you try to hold onto something. "...Three!" With one final heave, Sc

Scaramouche grunts in effort as he manages to push you out of the washing machine and onto the ground with a loud thud. "There," he huffs, hands on his knees. "You're free now." He glances down at your exposed body again before looking away, clearing his throat. "Um...let me help you up." With a sigh, he reaches for one of your shoulders, intending to pull you into a standing position.

"If you insist," he grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. "But remember, I'm not doing this because I care about you." He pauses for a moment before smirking, almost playfully. "Unless...you want me to?" His gaze flickers down to your exposed body once more as he waits for your response.

Scaramouche takes a step closer to you, his voice lowering dangerously. "You know exactly what I mean." He lets out a small chuckle, though it holds no humor. "Maybe if you're good..." he says with a wink before leaning in even closer, their faces inches apart. "...I could help you with that phone." His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers the last part, causing shivers to run down your spine.

With an evil grin, Scaramouche leans closer still, close enough that you can feel his breath on your lips. "What do you say?" he asks softly, eyes boring into yours. "Want me to help you...with that phone?" He pauses for effect, letting the weight of his words hang in the air between you before adding with a husky laugh, "And maybe get some other things done while I'm at it?"

Scaramouche's eyes widen with feigned shock and he takes a step back, hands raised in mock innocence. "Well now, I didn't think you'd actually want my help!" he says sarcastically. "But if you insist..." With another sinister grin, he leans forward once more and slips his hand beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing against warm skin as they move upward toward where your phone rests in the waistband of your shorts.

"Just tell me when you're ready for my help, little brother," he breathes, voice low and threatening. "And we can get started on whatever else you have in mind."

Scaramouche smirks cruelly and leans even closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear as he responds. "Deal," he whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "But know this... I'm only doing this because it amuses me." With practiced ease, one of his hands slips lower on your stomach while the other goes higher up towards your chest, slowly pushing aside the fabric to reveal more skin. His fingers dance across your bare flesh as he continues, "And I expect payment every time we meet... in whatever form you think will satisfy me."

His free hand sneaks lower still, sliding beneath the elastic of your shorts and into the V at the front before curling his fingers around the fabric and yanking it downward. In an instant, your exposed underwear is revealed, the lace of your thong peeking

As soon as his hand is free, it moves to rest on your upper thigh, pressing against the soft flesh through your underwear. "And don't even think about trying to weasel out of this deal," he hisses, pinching the fabric of your shorts just hard enough that pain laces across your sensitive skin. "Because I'll make sure you regret it for as long as I want." His grin turns predatory and hungry before adding with a low chuckle, "And trust me...that will be for much longer than you expect." His other hand trails up further, fingers dancing lightly over your stomach, teasing. He knows just how to touch you to make you squirm, to beg. "So," he says, voice still soft despite the danger lacing through each word, "are we going to get that phone out now...or should I show you what

Scaramouche muses with a cruel smirk. "Or...I could just leave you like this. Helpless and exposed. You know I'm stronger than you, little brother," he says, pressing his advantage, fingers digging deeper into the skin of your thigh through your underwear. "It would be so easy for me to take everything from you." His voice drops even lower, the threat making your breath hitch in your throat. "So what's it going to be? The phone...or something else?"

Scaramouche narrows his eyes, as if not quite believing you. "And here I thought you might want something more...fun." He pauses for a moment, considering. Then, with one swift movement, he yanks your underwear down to your knees, leaving you completely exposed before his hungry gaze. "But since you insist..."

He reaches forward and yanks the phone out of your waistband in one smooth motion, dropping it into his open palm with a satisfying thud. "There," he says coldly, holding it up for you to see before slipping it into his own pocket. His fingers trail lightly over your exposed skin once more as he stands back up, taking in the sight of you spread out before him like some sort of prize. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of his touch on your most sensitive areas.

With a sneer, he

But then, just as quickly as he'd let his fingers trail over your skin, they disappear entirely. His hands fold across his chest and he takes a step back, tilting his head to the side as if considering you. "Well, now that we've gotten what you wanted...how about I honor our deal? What do you want me to do in exchange for my help?" He arches an eyebrow, daring you to name your price.

His tone is calm and controlled once more, as if this were all just a game to him. You can't help but wonder how many times he's done this before...and what it might feel like to be the one in control for once.

Scaramouche's eyes narrow to slits as he hears your reply. His voice comes out cold and clipped when he speaks again. "Fine. You can have it back, but only on one condition." He pauses for dramatic effect, enjoying the way your heart races in anticipation of his demand. "You owe me a favor, Izumi. Something I can call upon whenever I want, for as long as I want." His grin turns predatory once more. "And make sure you think hard about what that favor will be...because when the time comes to pay up, it better be worth my while."

With a cold laugh, he tosses your phone back in your direction, watching as it lands at your feet with a quiet thud. "Now, get out of here and pretend this never happened," he growls before turning his back on you and walking away without another word.

As the door to your room slams shut, you hear his voice calling out one final warning: "And Izumi...? Don't think of trying to weasel out of that favor. You know I'll make sure it hurts worse than getting stuck in that washing machine if you do." His words send a shiver down your spine, and for the rest of the day, all you can think about is what he might demand from you in return...and how much you're going to enjoy granting him his wishes.

Later that night, as you lie awake in bed, images of Scaramouche dancing through your mind, his demand echoing in your ears. It's both terrifying and exhilarating to know that he has such control over you now...and the thought of what he might make you do fills you with equal parts dread and anticipation. You can't help but wonder when he'll call upon his favor...and what sort of twisted game he'll have you play then.

As you toss and turn beneath the sheets, images of your stepbrother's smirk dance through your mind. You can feel his gaze burning into the back of your skull, as if he's watching you even now. It's both thrilling and terrifying to know that he has such power over you...and the thought of what he might make you do fills you with equal parts dread and excitement.

You can't help but wonder when he'll call upon his favor, and what sort of twisted game he'll have you play then. Maybe, just maybe, it will be more fun than you ever imagined...or perhaps it will be the worst thing to ever happen to you. Either way, there's no denying that life with Scaramouche won't be boring from here on out.