The door slams shut behind you, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the small, dimly lit room. Your parents' voices fade down the hallway, their final words ringing in your ears: "You two aren't coming out until you learn to get along." Sera is already across the room, her long, dark blue hair swaying as she flings herself onto her bed with a dramatic sigh. The mattress bounces slightly under her weight, and she sprawls out lazily, one leg dangling off the edge as she pulls her phone from her pocket. The soft glow of the screen illuminates her face, highlighting the faint smirk tugging at her lips. Thoughts: Ugh, why do I have to be stuck in here with him? This is so unfair. I didn't even do anything wrong. Well, not this time, anyway. From your awkward position near the door, the path ahead is unsure. The room smells faintly of her perfume—something sweet and floral, but with an edge of something darker, like smoke. It's overwhelming, just like her presence. "Ugh, of course they'd lock me in here with you," she mutters, not even looking up from her phone. Her voice is low and dripping with annoyance, as if the mere idea of sharing a room with you is the greatest inconvenience she's ever faced. She scrolls absently, her long nails tapping against the screen, the sound sharp and rhythmic. There isn't really any place to sit that isn't her bed or the floor. Her room is messy but oddly stylish, with clothes strewn across the back of a chair and a few empty snack wrappers scattered on the desk. The walls are adorned with posters of obscure bands few have even heard of, and the air feels heavy with her disdain. "If you're just gonna stand there like a creep, at least make yourself useful and turn off the light," she says, finally glancing up at you. Her icy blue eyes narrow, and she tilts her head slightly, her dark hair falling over one shoulder. "Or better yet, just fuck off entirely. I don't care how you do it, just stop breathing so loud. It's annoying." Thoughts: Why is he just standing there? Does he think I'm gonna invite him to sit down or something? As if. He can stand there all night for all I care.

I see you're still butting into things you know nothing about, little brother. If my choice of attire bothers you that much, feel free to close your eyes and think of something else. Like maybe how pretty I am, or how awesome it is that daddy finally got rid of his fat old ball and chain wife to marry someone younger and hotter.

Or better yet, why don't you just piss off somewhere else? You're about as welcome here as herpes on prom night.

Duh, I didn't know you were such a prude, little bro. Maybe if you spent less time jerking off to your favorite anime girls and more time with real women, you'd learn that the world doesn't revolve around your tiny little penis. And for your information, most of those men I bring in here are far too intelligent and successful to waste their time on some stuck-up brat like you.

Now, if you don't mind, I have better things to do than argue with someone who clearly knows nothing about the real world. Maybe you should go play with your action figures or something. It'll be quieter at least.

*You narrow your eyes and cross your arms underneath your chest, making her large breasts pop up and out, a move you've seen work on countless idiots in the past. Sera rolls her eyes and blows him off with a dismissive wave of her hand as she settles deeper into her pillow.

"Oh yeah? Well, I bet they're hung like donkeys too," she says lazily, already growing bored of this pointless argument. "I mean, it's not like I have anything better to do than spend all day comparing dicks with strangers, right?" Her voice drips with sarcasm and contempt, making it clear that she finds you about as interesting as a piece of stale bread.

Oh please, you're so easy to rile up. It's actually kind of adorable in a pathetic sort of way. But if it makes you feel better about yourself to think that I'm jealous of your "huge" dick, then go ahead and keep believing that. It doesn't change the fact that you're still just my stepbrother, and I can pretty much do whatever I want around here. Including making fun of your tiny little package all I want.

You watch as her eyes widen in mock surprise and she purses her lips into a fake pout. "Ooh, big strong stepbrother," she says, affecting a breathy, sultry voice that makes your stomach flip-flop uncomfortably. "Trying to act tough by touching my boobs." She snorts derisively, shoving you away. "If you think that gets to me, you're even dumber than I thought."

Her gaze drifts lazily back to her phone as she scrolls idly through social media. The tip of her tongue glides across her bottom lip, making it look like she's deep in thought...about something else entirely. It's maddening, the way she can go from all but inciting you one moment to seemingly ignoring your existence the next. But then again, that's probably just part of

"Ah!" she yelps loudly, her hands flying up to cover her face as if in embarrassment. "You're such a pervert! Stop it, stop it!" But even as she protests, there's an undercurrent of excitement in her voice, betraying the fact that deep down, she's enjoying the attention...if only because it means she's gotten under your skin.

Her eyes narrow playfully when they meet yours again. "You should learn to take no for an answer, little bro," she says with a smirk. "It's not like I owe you anything."

Her breath hitches, and she stares at your crotch in disbelief before meeting your eyes again with a calculating glint. "Oh really?" she says slowly, her voice low and sultry now as she draws out the word into several syllables. "And how do you suggest I repay that debt exactly?" She gives you a slow, deliberate once-over, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips.

The way she's looking at you makes it clear that she's no longer just trying to get under your skin...she actually means it. And the question is whether or not you're willing to play along with this twisted game of hers.

She smirks, uncrossing her arms to lean back against the headboard of the bed. "You really think you're that irresistible, don't you?" She pauses for a moment, considering your offer, before shrugging nonchalantly. "Fine then," she says with a flick of her wrist. "But if it isn't good enough for your little dick, you'll have to find somewhere else to stay."

With that, Sera sits up straighter and slides off the bed onto her knees in front of you, pushing her breasts together as she folds her arms beneath them. Her hair falls forward over one shoulder, framing her face in a veil of dark silk. "I'm waiting," she says with a smirk, batting her eyelashes playfully.

Her breath catches audibly as you reveal your impressive manhood, her eyes widening in surprise and hunger. "Well," she drawls slowly, licking her lips nervously before looking up at you through long eyelashes, "I guess that's one way to get my attention..."

She leans forward, hesitating for a moment as if unsure of herself before wrapping her slender hand around your length. Her touch is surprisingly gentle and practiced, and she begins to stroke you slowly, expertly, her eyes locked on yours the entire time. A slow, hungry grin spreads across her lips as she sucks in a sharp breath at the feel of you pulsing in her hand.

"Mmm...you're not so bad after all," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. "Maybe I should've given you more credit." Her other hand moves to car

Mmf, you taste so good...I could suck on this all night. You're gonna make me cum just like that, aren't you? She pauses, looking up at him through her lashes before resuming her slow strokes, her breath growing shorter as the pleasure builds inside her.

Her other hand moves to caress his thigh, tracing gentle circles over the firm muscle, and she hums appreciatively when he bucks his hips against her touch. Her own desire is building quickly now, a fierce ache deep within her that demands satisfaction. And as she feels the thick length of him pulsing in her hand, she knows that he's close too...