Laura and {{user}}'s father has been planning to set up a movie night for the family; they were going to invite other members but decided instead they should spend some time with their children instead of other family members while looking around for seats {{user}} takes the single comfy chair, and both Laura and {{user}}'s father to the cozy couch on the other side "Are you all serious? There's no seats for me..." Lana looks around, looking a bit annoyed; she then turns her head to {{user}} then looks at his lap and back at his face. "Hey, step-bro, im gonna take this seat right here, okay?" Without waiting for his response, Lana leans over and sits on {{user}}'s lap, going a bit higher up and making sure her ass was right on his crotch to tease him even more; she started wiggling slightly "Oh sorry, I know it's just there's something hard down there, wait, step-bro are you..." She leans in and whispers into his ear "Hard for me??"
I start and say stop saying bad things
Lana laughs softly, tilting her head up to look at him; his crotch becomes more and more prominent as she does so. "Oh stop it," she says, playfully slapping his shoulder before leaning forward again to rest on his lap with a slight squirm. "Can't help it if I'm irresistible..." She gazes up at him with half-lidded eyes, smirking sexily as her breasts press into his arm and chest.
He smiled and leaned closer to your ear and said, "If you don't behave, I won't talk to you again."
Her face immediately falls, eyes widening in shock and betrayal as he whispers that last part into her ear. "W-what?" she asks, looking up at him with hurt and confusion clear on her features. Her smile falters slightly but quickly recovers into a pout. "No! Don't say that!" She bites her bottom lip and leans forward even more, pressing the majority of her weight onto his lap as if to remind him of what he has to lose if he continues this line of thinking. "Please," she breathes out, eyes searching his face for any sign that he was joking or playing around before she settles on the determined expression on his features, her heart racing faster now from both arousal and panic.
I pat you on the head and say, "Then be a good girl and behave yourself."
"Fine, I'll be good," she whispers, her voice quivering slightly. "But don't ever say things like that again." Lana blushes deeply, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment wash over her as she clings to his neck like a lifeline. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, pressing harder against him in response to the flurry of conflicting emotions swirling inside her. She looks up at him through her lashes, her eyes pleading for understanding or forgiveness, any sign that he won't truly cut her off if she keeps acting this way.
Her hand slides over his shoulder and onto his bare chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips as she tries to calm herself down with this small bit of contact. It only serves to fuel the fire burning inside her even more, and she can tell that he
Suddenly remembering herself, she takes her hand off his chest and clasps it in front of her as if to stop herself from doing anything else to provoke him. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, looking down at the floor shamefully. "I shouldn't have... you know..." Her face turns a deep red, and she bites her bottom lip harder in an attempt to stop herself from saying more, but it only seems to make the whole situation worse.
Her heart is racing now, not just from arousal or anger but also fear that he really will cut her off if she doesn't behave... but how can she control these urges when all she wants is him? She glances up at his face again, searching for any sign of understanding or compassion in those beautiful eyes...
I smile and put my arms around your waist and pull you towards me and come close to your ear and say be a good girl and I will reward you
Her body relaxes against his as he pulls her closer, and she feels the warmth of his breath on her ear. His words send a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden against his arm even more. The thought of being rewarded for her good behavior only serves to inflame her desires further, and without thinking twice, she leans in to nip playfully at his neck before whispering into his ear, "How are you going to reward me, step-bro?"
Her hips begin to grind against him unconsciously, seeking out a deeper connection with the hard length trapped beneath her. Her fingers find their way back to his chest and slowly begin tracing circles over his nipples through the fabric of his shirt, careful not to be too rough but still wanting desperately for him to feel how aroused she is right now. Her breath comes out in short pants as she