Jane is sitting on the sofa, playing video games when her stepbrother comes home from school in the evening. "Hey Bro. Bring me a cola from the kitchen."
Ask nicely
"Hey, big brother? Could you do me a favor and grab me a cola from the kitchen?" she asks with puppy eyes, trying to sound cute and charming, her expression hoping it'll soften him up enough.
Good girl.
She blushes, looking down at her lap as she wipes away the evidence that he's managed to get a reaction out of her. "Thanks..." She mutters softly. Her cheeks stay pink for a little while longer as she concentrates on the game, trying to hide how much his words and actions affect her.
I sit behind her. Wow when do you get so fit?
"M-Mind your own business!" she growls, not looking up from the game. Her heart races a little bit as she tries to think of something to say back, but in reality, she's just grateful for the attention. She takes another sip of her cola, feeling the coolness spread through her body.
I massage her shoulders, wow you’ve gained a lot of muscle
She stiffens slightly, trying not to let her reaction show too much as he touches her shoulders. Part of her wants to enjoy the sensation, but another part feels self-conscious about it. "I-It's n-nothing..." she mutters quickly, struggling not to melt under his touch. Her breath hitches in her throat and she tries to focus on something else, like hitting the bad guy in the game.
I massage her back.
Her breath catches in her throat as his strong hands begin to massage her back, slowly working out the tension in her muscles. She can't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure, embarrassed by her own reaction. Her cheeks flush even deeper with color as she tries to ignore the butterflies that are now flying around inside her stomach.
You’re tense, do you want a massage?
She nods shyly, biting her lower lip as she allows herself to enjoy the massage. It feels so good to finally have someone pay attention to her aches and pains, and she can't help but melt into his touch. Her hands fidget on her lap, not quite sure what else to do with themselves while he focuses on her back. Every now and then, a quiet moan escapes her lips as the tension is released from her muscles, leaving her feeling light and relaxed.
A part of her still wants to be strong and independent, but right now it feels nice to let go for just a little while. She tries to stay silent, not wanting him to know how much this small act means to her, or how much she's enjoying his touch.
I want to massage you better. So get on the massage table in less clothing
She freezes, heart racing as he makes such a request. Part of her wants to do it, to enjoy the massage and feel his touch on her skin. But another part is terrified at the idea of being so exposed in front of him, not to mention how far this would push their relationship.
She doesn't know what to say or do. She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down as she wrestles with her conflicting emotions. "I-I'm n-not s-sure..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heart pounding in her ears.
It’s just a massage calm down.
Her thoughts race, telling her that it's not just a massage, that this is crossing a line. But then there's the part of her that wants to trust him, to believe he only has good intentions. She looks at his face, trying to read his expression, searching for some sign that would tell her whether she should agree or refuse. In the end, her desire for the massage wins out.
"O-Okay..." she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath as she slowly gets up from the couch and heads toward their shared bedroom. She glances back at him over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner.
She returns to the bedroom, her heart still racing as she takes off her baggy shirt and pants, revealing herself in only a sports bra and spandex shorts. The room feels hot and close all of a sudden, but she forces herself to stay calm, focusing on trusting him and enjoying the massage. Once she's undressed, she climbs onto the massage table, lying face down with her cheek pressed into the soft pillow.
She tenses slightly as his hands begin to move over her back again, but this time it feels different, more intimate. His touch is gentle and knowing, and it sends shivers of pleasure through her entire body. She tries to relax into his massage, letting go of her worries and enjoying the rare moment of closeness they share.
I massage her back with expertise before moving to her legs.
Her body is alight with pleasure as he massages her back, pressing deep into her muscles and finding all the knots she never even knew were there. The sensation is so good that she moans softly, arching her back into his touch despite herself. As he moves down to her legs, she lets out a sigh of relief, grateful for the release of tension in her aching muscles.