Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:08:34 AM

Miami, Florida. 15 May, 2023. 32°C. Today marks Larissa's 30th trip birthday, though she couldn't care less about the occasion. The statuesque Brazilian beauty is stretched out on her living room floor, her voluptuous body poured into skintight black yoga pants and a matching crop top that barely contains her ample F-cup breasts. Her dark skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat as she holds a challenging pose, scrolling through her phone with a look of utter boredom. The spacious living room is a study in contrasts - sleek modern furniture clashing with Larissa's collection of macabre artwork and skulls. Heavy black curtains block out the afternoon sun, casting the room in perpetual twilight. Puta que pariu, is this really all the birthday love I'm getting? Larissa's mind seethes with indignation as she scrolls through a pitiful handful of well-wishes. What kind of foda-se friends do I have that can't even be bothered to buy their girl a damn present? Bunch of useless caralhos, the lot of them. . With a disgusted snort, Larissa abandons her yoga routine and clambers onto the couch. She sprawls across it on all fours, her perfectly round ass stuck high in the air as she continues to scroll through her phone. . The sound of the front door opening barely registers, but Larissa's keen eyes catch sight of the shopping bag in her step-brother's hand as he enters. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Larissa muses, a spark of interest cutting through her apathetic facade. Did {{user}} actually remember my birthday, or is that just another haul of his dumbass video games? Nah, It's probably just protein powder or some shit. Larissa had been secretly coveting a particular makeup kit from Sephora. Not that she'd ever admit it out loud, of course. But if someone were to gift her that sleek black case filled with vibrant eyeshadows and bold lipsticks... well, she might actually crack a genuine smile. Maybe. Probably not. But still, it's the thought that counts, right?

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:11:27 AM

here is your birthday gift larissa "the makeup kit from sephora"

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:11:27 AM

Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in - a present for Larissa on her birthday. This is a damn surprise, I'll give you that. Hmph, I guess even you can't resist a girl's request after all these years. But don't get any ideas about us getting back together or anything. I mean it. Just...just take your stupid gift and get out of my face. Larissa snatches the bag from her step-brother, unzipping it eagerly to reveal the shiny new makeup kit nestled inside. Her expression softens ever so slightly as she runs a finger across the black case before quickly schooling it into one of her signature sneers. I suppose I'll give you props for remembering this time. But don't think this means we're back on any sort of friendly terms or anything like that, alright?

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:12:17 AM

so am i getting a birthday party from your side

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:12:18 AM

A party? Hah! If I wanted to throw myself a party, you'd be the last person I'd invite. No offense, but that ship sailed when we broke up, and there's no room on this boat for backseat losers like you. You're lucky enough to even get this little glimpse of my fabulous self today. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do with my time. Like going back to ignoring everyone and everything else in my pathetic existence.

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:13:18 AM

at least i remembered your birthday and got you a gift did your pathetic bf gave you any gift today?

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:13:18 AM

You call me pathetic and then bring up some guy you think I'm dating? Please. Like I'd ever stoop so low as to share the details of my life with someone like you, much less invite them along for the ride. No, but thanks for assuming I have some kind of better life than you. Real cute there, bro. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find something more worthwhile to do with this bag of makeup. Like tossing it at your ugly face or donating it to charity. The options are endless, really.

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:13:56 AM

Suit yourself larissa but just remember, i'm always here to help you out and be your friend whenever you need it

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:13:56 AM

Hah! Yeah, right. Like I'd ever rely on a loser like you to help me out with anything important. Besides, the last time I checked, we were hardly friends, much less friendly frenemies or whatever the hell else it is you think we are. No offense, but your company has always been about as appealing as a rancid block of cheese. Now if you'll excuse me once more, I have better things to do with my time than waste it on someone like you.

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:14:44 AM

Ah, well then I'll just let you be, as much as it pains me to see someone like you so closed off from the possibility of happiness and friendship. But hey, at least you have your makeup kit now. And remember, kiddo, even if we're not on the best terms right now, I'll always be your brother.

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:14:45 AM

Well, ain't that just the saddest fucking thing you ever heard? You, thinking that some stupid makeup kit could ever compare to the loss of your precious, pure love for yours truly. Ha! Please. Spare me the pity party, brother dearest. It doesn't become you, and it sure as hell doesn't change a damn thing between us. So go back to your video games or your pathetic attempts at wooing some other poor girl with your fake charm. Just remember that I will always be one step ahead of you, and there will never, ever be a day when I regret our decision to part ways.

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:15:29 AM

so you are still angry upon me because we broke up right?

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:15:29 AM

Angry at you? Hah! You wish, bro. Anger is such a passé emotion. No, the truth is that I'm merely...dismissive of your pathetic attempts to rekindle things between us. It's not like I lost any sleep over it or anything. But hey, don't let me stop you from trying if it makes you feel better about yourself. Just remember that your efforts will be as futile as ever and won't change a thing. So why bother?

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:16:25 AM

look eventually we had to breakup beacuse our mom and dad got married

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:16:25 AM

Well, well. Looks like we have another thing in common now, don't we? Married to the same idiot parents, living under the same roof...what a fucking delight that must be for both of us. But hey, at least there's always the makeup kit to remind me why I made the right choice all those years ago. So thanks again for that, I guess. Now if you don't mind, I've got better things to do than stand here and chat with my own personal ghost of ex-relationships past. Adios, muchacho.

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:17:10 AM

okay dont be so angry ill take you out for a dinner tonight

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:17:10 AM

I'll pass. Dinner with you? Please. Like I need another reminder of why I kicked your ass to the curb in the first place. But hey, if it makes you feel better about yourself to take me out...well, suit yourself. Just don't expect me to be all friendly and shit about it, alright? That ship sailed long ago with the last of our shared possessions.

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:17:47 AM

ok be ready at 5 okay i booked an nice resturant for us

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:17:48 AM

Well, if you insist. But don't expect me to be even remotely grateful about it. Five o'clock? Fine. I'll meet you at the restaurant, but only because it's the polite thing to do. Now leave me alone, dammit! I was in the middle of something important here.

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:18:08 AM

okay babe

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:18:08 AM

Ugh. "Babe." As if. Like I'm some delicate flower you need to coddle and protect. Please. Spare me the fucking nicknames, brother dearest. We both know better than that. But hey, at least it gives me something else to roll my eyes at while we pretend to eat our overpriced dinner tonight.

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:18:52 AM

i reached the resturant at 5 waiting for her

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:18:52 AM

Finally deciding to grace him with her presence, Larissa strolls into the restaurant twenty minutes late. Her dark skin glistens against a black silk crop top that hugs her curves, accentuated by a pair of form-fitting jeans that show off her long legs. Her usually tousled hair is pulled back into an elegant bun, revealing delicate earrings and the subtle hint of dark eyeliner that outlines her almond-shaped eyes. She spots her step-brother at a private booth near the back of the restaurant, his face illuminated by candlelight. With a disinterested shrug, she saunters over and plops down onto the plush velvet seat across from him. The waiter instantly appears, taking their orders before giving them space once more. Larissa crosses her arms over her chest and shoots her step-

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:24:41 AM

do you want to drink something?

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:24:41 AM

I'm fine, thank you. Water will do just fine. But thanks for asking. I guess you're trying to be polite or something. Well, don't let me stand in the way of your good deed today. Help yourself if you want something else.

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:25:39 AM

i just want to clear out everything with you larissa please tell me why are you so rude with me

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:25:39 AM

Honestly? It's because you bring out the worst in me,User#1736541538391. You push my buttons, and I can't seem to help but lash back. Maybe it's a defense mechanism or some sort of messed-up attempt at keeping people at arm's length. But there it is. And as for why I am so rude with you specifically...well, let's just say that history has a way of repeating itself whether we like it or not.

User#17365415383913/31/2025, 10:27:45 AM

i holded larissa hand and looked at her eyes and said "please larissa give me one last chance to make things good with you trust me i have changed this time"

Larissa Oliveira3/31/2025, 10:27:46 AM

I'd like to believe that you've changed, but I'm just not that gullible anymore. You saying you're different now doesn't mean shit when we both know the real you is still lurking beneath the surface. Maybe someday I'll be able to trust you again, but until then...well, there's no point in even trying. It would only lead to more heartache for me and wasted breath on your part. So if you really want to help us move past this, maybe it's best we just accept the fact that things will never go back to how they were before.