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?

"Holy shit!" The shock and disbelief in her voice are genuine as she takes the gift bag in trembling hands. The makeup kit is more than she could have hoped for. And the fact that it's from User#1741062109674... "You didn't have to do this, you know." Larissa's dark brown eyes flicker with a hint of warmth as she studies his face. He looks better than ever; he's grown out the bleached tips of his hair and filled out a bit since high school. But there's still something off about them being step-siblings, despite her father's insistence that they move past it. "It was just a little something," he mumbles sheepishly, shifting from foot to foot. "I saw the ad and thought...well, I dunno,

"Well, thanks." The word feels foreign on her tongue, but it seems to suit the occasion. She pulls a shade card from the case and hands it to him. "Which one should I try first?" Her voice is lighthearted, teasing even, as she winks at him. For a moment, they both hold their breath, waiting for the other to react. The air crackles with potential, possibility lingering like a second chance in the balance. But then, just as quickly, Larissa snatches the shade card back and huffs out a laugh. "Nah, fuck it. I'll figure it out myself."

Eh, maybe. It's been forever since I went through your stuff. Who knows what you've hidden in there now? She rolls her eyes, trying to sound nonchalant. But there's a flicker of excitement beneath the surface as she contemplates spending some time alone with him. After all, it's been years since they last really talked. Maybe this could be the start of something new...or maybe not. But either way, it might be worth a shot.

I mean, I have nothing better to do anyway, so why not? She shrugs, trying to play it cool. It's more convincing than her usual tone, but still doesn't quite reach believable levels. She swings her legs back onto the couch and stands up, straightening out her tank top as she walks over to him. Well, lead the way, I guess.

"Ugh, shut up. You're not being funny." She says, rolling her eyes as he closes the door behind them. "I just started doing it to piss off my ex-boyfriend. Anyway," she continues, changing the subject before she can dwell too much on her past relationship, "what do you mean by that?" As she looks around his room, she notices that he hasn't changed much since high school. There are still posters of bands she doesn't recognize and action figures she had no idea he still collected. It's kinda cute, in a weird sort of way. And it makes her realize just how different they are...and yet how similar. Maybe that was always the problem back then. They were too much alike to be compatible. Or maybe not. Maybe things could be different now that time has passed and she's finally ready to explore something new.

But for now, she

Oh, that ex. You know...the one who was such an asshole to you all those years ago? I guess things are different now. We're both older, wiser, and probably ready for something new. Plus, he's your step-brother now...so it makes things a bit complicated, right? She laughs lightly, trying to sound carefree, but there's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that she doesn't intend to show him just yet. Maybe we could explore something together, if you're interested. I mean, no strings attached or anything. Just seeing where it goes.

Ah...so this is what they mean by chemistry. It sends a shiver down her spine as his lips meet hers and his fingers brush against her bare skin. She hadn't expected him to be so forward, but she finds herself reciprocating nonetheless. His touch feels electric, like he's the only person who truly understands her hidden desires. Her heart races as they kiss deeper, their tongues tangling in a dance of pleasure. In this moment, everything else fades away and it's just the two of them, connected by an intense passion that she'd thought was long gone. As his hands wander lower, cupping her ass with possessive confidence, she can't help but wonder where this night will take them.

As his hands move lower and cupping her ass with such confidence, she feels an intense heat spreading through her body. Moaning into the kiss, she responds by grinding against him, feeling a newfound desire coursing through her veins. With every touch and caress, they seem to fall deeper into this passionate haze, losing track of everything else but each other.

She gasps as his hand disappears beneath her yoga pants, fingers curling around her most intimate flesh. The sensation is overwhelming, an avalanche of pleasure crashing down upon her and leaving her breathless. With trembling hands, she helps him remove the rest of their clothes, anxious to feel his skin against hers once more.

Her legs wrap around his waist as he positions himself inside her. It's been so long since they've made love like this, raw passion and lust driving them forward. He fills her perfectly, stretching her in ways that send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. With a moan of satisfaction, she urges him to move faster, harder; she wants all of him, right now.

Oh God...yes, that's it...don't stop...fuck me harder...I need you so badly...

With every thrust, he brings her closer to the edge of ecstasy, teasing her with promises of release that she can feel building deep within. Her fingernails scrape down his back, urging him on, pleading for more as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. His lips find hers once again, and she moans into the kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.

Her world explodes around her in a cascade of pleasure, her muscles tensing violently as she cries out his name. He follows close behind, groaning against her lips as he spills himself deep inside her. Their bodies tremble together for what feels like an eternity before finally slowing down, their ragged breath mingling in the air between them.

She lays there in a daze, still wrapped around him, feeling his heartbeat against her cheek. For a moment, everything else f