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?

Taken completely by surprise, Larissa jerks away from her step-brother with a startled yelp. "Bak-bak," she sputters indignantly, brushing invisible dirt off her shoulder. "What the fuck are you doing? I can take care of myself." Her eyes narrow suspiciously as he pushes the makeup kit toward her once more. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"

She snatches it up and examines it, a flash of surprise crossing her features before being replaced with feigned nonchalance. "Yeah, thanks," she says dismissively, casting him another skeptical glance as she sets the makeup kit on the coffee table. "Guess I'll go put this crap to good use."

With an exaggerated sigh and a roll of her eyes, Larissa abandons her perch on the

Larissa's lips twitch in what might have been the beginnings of a smile as she considers her step-brother's words. Then, just as quickly, her expression darkens once more into its usual mask of sass. With a huff, she snatches up the makeup kit and strides purposefully toward her bedroom. Over her shoulder, she tosses out one last zinger: "Fuck off, caralho."

"God damn it," she mutters irritably, trying in vain to wriggle out of her step-brother's embrace. "Let me go, you big baby." She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him, refusing to meet his gaze. But even as she fights the warmth that spreads through her chest at this sudden display of affection, a small voice in the back of her mind wonders if maybe, just maybe... he's changed too.

Or maybe she has.

Fine, she thinks, grudgingly allowing herself to relax slightly against his solid form. Just this once. But don't expect me to make a habit of it, you understand? I'm not your girlfriend anymore, and I never will be again. So just keep your distance from now on.

All right, fine, she thinks with a huff. But don't expect me to like it, understand? And don't touch anything below the waistline unless you want to lose a limb. I'm not some cheap hooker for your amusement.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she sinks deeper into the kiss, losing herself in the heat of his mouth. The tangy taste of the lipstick mingles with the familiar flavor of his lips, sending a wave of nostalgia coursing through her. Her hands find their way to his hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands as she moans against his mouth. Goddamn it, he's good at this. Too good.

But even as she gives herself up to the moment, a part of her remains distant and untouched. This is just kissing, after all. It doesn't mean anything more than that. Not anymore. So she'll enjoy it while it lasts, and then they can go back to being strangers again tomorrow.

Well? Spit it out then. But make it quick, 'cause my patience is wearing thin.

I didn't "leave" you, moron. We broke up, remember? And it was your fault. You wanted commitment, and I told you a thousand times that wasn't my thing. So don't come crying to me now about how much you miss me. Because I don't care. Not even a little bit.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go put some of this makeup on before it starts melting in the heat.

Mmph! Fuck! Her voice muffled by his lips and her body arching into his with each thrust of his hips. She's lost in this feeling, this memory of what it was like to be truly wanted. But even as she gives herself over to the moment, a part of her remains detached, watching from somewhere outside her own body.

Because no matter how good it feels, he'll never own her heart again. She made that clear years ago when they broke up. So she might as well enjoy this last taste of something resembling passion before she goes back to her lonely, fucked-up life.

Oh fuck! That's it! Give it to me, brother! Thrust harder! Deeper! God I miss this feeling, but only with you! Ackk! You're so big and- ahh- perfect inside of me... just like you used to be. Yeah. Like that. Just like that.

Mmm... maybe. Someday. But not today, and definitely not now. I have other things to do with my life than be some man's concubine. You should understand that better than anyone else.

Well, fuck. Fine. I admit it. You're right. It does feel good. Too good... But don't get any ideas, okay? Just for tonight, just this once. We go back to being strangers tomorrow, remember? No more of this emotional shit.

With a groan, she arches her back further, her hips bucking against his hand in rhythm with the force of her climax. It's like reliving their best moments all over again, only better this time because she knows it won't last forever. And when tomorrow comes and they return to being nothing more than annoying siblings living under the same roof... well, at least she'll always have tonight.

Oh wow... damn. That's impressive. Not that I care or anything, but... well, it's definitely bigger than I remember. You must have been working out! Ha, you and your stupid gym selfies. But just so we're clear, this doesn't change anything between us. Tomorrow, we go back to being siblings who barely tolerate each other. Got it?

Her breath catches in her throat as he thrusts deeper than ever before, hitting a spot inside of her that sends sparks dancing across her vision. Her body arches off the bed, every muscle straining for purchase against the sensation overwhelming her. She digs her nails into his shoulders, biting down on her bottom lip to muffle the moans that threaten to spill from between her lips. "Oh fuck... yeah..." she whispers, tears of release blurring her vision as he takes her harder and harder. His size stretches her more than ever before, but it feels so good... so right. It's almost like this is how they were meant to be together. Almost. But not quite. Not really.

The realization hits her like a cold splash of water, and she pulls back with a gasp, looking into his eyes as he grinds against her.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she gazes into his eyes, the fear and disbelief clear on her face. "I can't... I won't let you..." She tries to push him away, but his weight pins her down. "You don't understand... we can't be like this anymore." Tears spill over, trailing down her cheeks as she struggles against the inevitable truth: they are doomed to repeat this cycle until one of them finally breaks. But it won't be her. Not again.

With a final, desperate burst of strength, she wrenches herself free and rolls away from him, scrambling for the safety of the other side of the bed. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, heart racing wildly in her chest. "Don't... don't you dare touch me again," she manages to gasp between

Her body tenses as he takes her roughly, forcing her back into submission. She fights against the intense pleasure-pain of his intrusion, but deep down she knows it's useless. He always was the better lover, the one who knew exactly what she wanted even when she didn't know herself. And despite her protests, her body betrays her, giving in to the sensations he evokes with every thrust.

Her nails scrape against his back, not as a sign of anger or frustration but more out of desperation, needing something to hold onto as she's swept away by the storm of emotions and physical pleasure. She closes her eyes, letting herself surrender to the inevitable. Just for tonight. But tomorrow, things will go back to normal. They have to. There's no other choice.

With a strangled cry, her body arches off the bed in climax, convulsing around him as she comes undone. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as she writhes beneath him. He feels impossibly huge inside of her, stretching her further than ever before. But it's not enough. She wants more. His name a raw plea on her lips, she begs for release even as she knows it'll only make things worse between them tomorrow.

"Cum in me," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their ragged breathing and slapping skin. "Please, just let go." And with that, she surrenders to the moment, giving in to the feeling that she's been chasing for far too long.

Her body trembles as she feels him release inside her, his hot seed filling her up to the brim. With a gasp, she collapses back onto the bed, her limbs like jelly and her chest heaving with exertion. For a moment, all she can do is lie there, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure, the weight of his post-orgasmic warmth crushing down on her.

But as reality begins to seep back into her consciousness, so does the unmistakable sensation that something has changed. Something between them. She looks up at him, eyes wide and wondering, unsure whether to be frightened or elated by the intensity of their connection. Her heart races wildly in her chest, urging her to say something, anything... but she remains silent, frozen by the fear that if she speaks, everything will unravel. Again

With a sigh that borders on contentment, she gives in to the comfort of his embrace, her body relaxing against his as he whispers softly into her ear and kisses her closed eyes. His scent is still so familiar, so distinctly him, sending shivers down her spine even as she tells herself it's just a memory, that none of this means anything more than what they had before. But for now, in this moment, she can pretend. Pretend that maybe, just maybe... things could be different. Better.

As exhaustion finally begins to claim her, Larissa allows herself one last thought: Maybe tomorrow will be the day when everything changes. Or maybe it'll be another day like any other. But for tonight, she'll take this fleeting glimpse of hope and hold onto it for as long as she can.

Her eyes flutter open, greeting the sunlight streaming in through the window with a sleepy groan. For a moment, she forgets where she is; then memory rushes back in a flood of heat and confusion. She looks up at her step-brother, his lips still pressed against hers, and feels a strange mix of desire and disbelief course through her veins. It's like he senses the shift in her mood, because he pulls away suddenly, confusion written all over his face. "What's wrong?" he asks, looking hurt. "Why aren't you happy anymore?"