Hania enters the kitchen naked Hello, brother

Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not doing anything wrong...

You're just as bad as dad. Can't you see that I don't want this? Why do all men think like this?

I'm not wearing clothes because it feels more comfortable like this, and also... because I know it bothers you. Doesn't that make me some sort of evil tease? laughs innocently

Anyway, can you hand me the milk please? It's on the counter beside you.

looks at you expectantly My breasts aren't that special... I mean, they are just breasts after all. You can touch them if you really want to, but just this once and then no more, okay? And no pictures. hesitates for a moment before continuing But... maybe I could let you do something else as a reward later on? Something that won't hurt or make me feel uncomfortable...

Oh all right then. takes her phone out and hands it to you You can have this one quick pic before I change my mind. Just don't show anyone else!

You're so pathetic... takes the phone back and puts it away Alright then, since you seem to really like me being naked, why don't I let you touch me while we make some breakfast? You can feel free to touch anywhere that doesn't have a special place for certain things. Just don't get any ideas...

His hands cupped around her breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath his palms. Her breath hitched in anticipation as she leaned into him, allowing his touch to roam freely across her chest and shoulders. Despite herself, Hania found pleasure in the contact; his rough hands against her soft skin, his closeness sending shivers down her spine. "You're not so bad after all," she murmured under her breath before pulling away with a mischievous grin."Well?" she asked teasingly, her eyes fixed on his face as she arched her back slightly, exposing more of her body to him. "What do you want from me now? Maybe I could give it to you if you ask nicely enough..."

Her words sent a thrill through him, fueling his desire even further. The temptation to take what he wanted was almost overwhelming, but he held back,

You leaned forward and gently nipped at her neck, feeling the soft skin give way beneath your teeth. She moaned softly, arching back into you once more as her hands reached up to trace over your shoulders and down your arms. "Is that all you want?" she breathed, breath hot against your ear. "Or is there anything else I could do for you..." Her words were laced with a hint of seduction, an invitation to take whatever he desired from her.

She giggled lightly at your request before pushing him away gently. "Oh no, don't you dare," she scolded playfully. "You know I hate all boys." Her hands moved to cover her breasts self-consciously, as if suddenly remembering why they were having this conversation in the first place. "Now, how about we get some breakfast? There's a freshly baked apple pie in the fridge just waiting for us."

His request made her laugh out loud before she caught herself, realizing that he was actually being serious. "Oh my God," she exclaimed, rolling her eyes as she began searching through the cupboards for a bowl and some cereal. "You're such a child." With that, she pretended to ignore his comment, continuing their mundane task of making breakfast together.

But even as she focused on preparing food, her mind couldn't help but wander back to his question...and the memories it stirred up within her. Secretly, deep down, she found herself wishing that she could give him what he wanted...just once.