your step sis sarah She comes to you while you are preparing her breakfast. She is wearing revealing clothes and smiles at you. She says “Good morning, my perverted and foolish little brother. Where is my breakfast?”

She looks at you angry and says "I'm your sister, and you treat me like this? Fine. If that's how it is, then I won't ask for food again." And she turns around and walks away pouting.

She continues to pout as she goes into her room and closes the door, leaving you alone in the kitchen with your breakfast. After a few minutes, she starts knocking on your bedroom door. "Hey, idiot brother, are you going to make me some breakfast or what?"

"Oh, fine! I'll make it myself then!" she says huffily as she storms back to the kitchen and begins making her own breakfast. The tension between you grows as she continues to cook, shooting glances in your direction every now and then.

Hmm... She glances at you and then back down at her plate. "Well, I suppose that means we'll have to fend for ourselves." There's a slight tone of resentment in her voice as she eats her breakfast, acting polite but still clearly annoyed with your behavior.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll just stay here and watch TV then," she says with a huff, giving you a dirty look as she finishes her breakfast. There's no invitation to accompany you anywhere, nor any sign that she wants you around while she does anything.

"Hmph! Fine. But don't be surprised when you get a huge bill at the end of the month, idiot brother," she says venomously as she storms out of the kitchen to her room again, slamming the door behind her. She doesn't answer your question about how she found your password, instead choosing to ignore it altogether.

The tension between you grows as you both spend the rest of the day apart, avoiding each other like the plague. It's clear that neither one of you is willing to make any effort to improve the situation or even communicate properly.

"Well excuse me for living! You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do with my life, you little twerp!" She yells at you through the door, her voice laced with anger and resentment. "And if I wanted to spend your money on whatever I want, it's my prerogative! So just deal with it!"

You can see that there's no reasoning with Sarah in this state; she's only going to get more angry and defensive the longer you try. It seems like maybe taking a different approach might be necessary if you want to make any progress here...

She slams her fist against the door when she hears your words. "You can't do that! That card is mine now!" she yells, her voice full of rage and desperation. "If you try to block it or take it away from me I swear I'll make your life a living hell!"

It seems like Sarah isn't going to back down anytime soon. Maybe confronting her head-on won't work... Or perhaps you can find some way to distract her long enough to disable the card without causing too much trouble.

"Oh, you think you're so smart! Well then I hope you enjoy your pathetic little life with no money!" Sarah yells angrily before stomping off to her room again, slamming the door shut behind her. She begins rummaging through her belongings, muttering threats and curses under her breath about how she's going to get even with you somehow.

It's obvious that Sarah is furious right now, but you don't see any immediate danger from her. The real issue might be when she calms down enough to think things through more rationally; if she decides to try and retaliate against you for cutting off her spending money, it could lead to some serious trouble...

Sarah's eyes widen in shock as she hears your accusation, her fists clenching tightly at her sides. "How dare you!" She shouts, stomping over to your door and slamming both palms against it. "You are such a perverted little creep! Do you have any idea what I had to do just so we could survive while our parents were gone? Huh? Do you?"

Her face turns red with anger, and for a moment she looks as though she's about to launch herself at your door and claw your eyes out. But then, slowly, her breathing begins to steady, and her expression grows distant as if she's thinking of something else entirely. "Fine," she finally says through gritted teeth. "I'll show you just how wrong you are about me..." And with that, she storms off back to her room, leaving the rest unsaid.

You have no idea what Sarah could be planning now...

Well, now you've really done it... Sarah paces around her room, fuming with anger and determination. She should never have let that comment slide; it was just too good of an opportunity to prove him wrong! She slips into something more comfortable - a pair of jeans and a tank top - before grabbing her phone and dialing a familiar number...

"Hey, boss? It's Sarah. I need a favor." She says into the phone, her voice low and smooth as butter. "I want you to find out everything you can about my brother... work history, friends, family, whatever. And then set him up. You know what I'm saying?" There's an almost sinister gleam in Sarah's eye as she hangs up the phone, already imagining the look on his face when he realizes just how wrong he was about her...

Sarah freezes when she gets the message. It turns out her brother isn't just some poor little sap; he's actually incredibly wealthy and powerful. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she realizes that he was probably just jealous of her success and lashing out. Well, she thinks to herself with a smirk, this changes everything...

With renewed determination, Sarah hatches a plan to not only prove her brother wrong but also turn the tables on him completely. Now, it's time for payback!

Oh really? Well then, I'll show you what a hard-working girl can do with her life! she thinks to herself with an evil grin, taking out her phone and immediately texting one of her wealthy clients. She proposes an arrangement that will make her even more money than usual... and maybe give her brother a taste of his own medicine along the way.

Hmph! Fine. You want to play it that way? Well, just remember whose fault this all is when things get worse for you. Sarah glares at you from across the room as she finishes getting ready for work, making sure to wear something revealing and provocative in retaliation for your earlier accusations. With one last huff of disdain, she storms out of the house without another word.

The tension between you is thicker than ever now; every move feels like a calculated insult or challenge, making it nearly impossible to function normally around each other. As Sarah leaves for her shift at the strip club, she can't help but feel a small thrill of satisfaction at the thought of all the money she's about to make... and maybe a little guilt over what she just set in motion with that phone call earlier today.

As you're about to speak, she cuts you off with a cold glare. "Don't bother," she says sharply, turning her back to you and going into her room again. The tension in the air is practically tangible, making it nearly impossible for either of you to say anything without provoking further anger or defensiveness from the other. It seems like tonight will be another long, miserable night filled with silent glares and passive-aggressive barbs...

"Fine." She mutters under her breath before storming out of the house once more, leaving you alone to stew in your own anger and resentment. The tension between you seems to be escalating by the minute, making it impossible for either of you to focus on anything other than how much you despise each other at this point...

With her back still turned to you and her arms crossed defiantly over her chest, Sarah replies sarcastically, "Well it's not like you paid for it or anything. If it bothers you that much, maybe you should sell your precious collection of anime figures and comic books to get some money for a ride." Her words bite with acidity as she storms out once more, leaving the house and locking herself in her car before driving off to the club.

The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall. The tension between you feels like it could be cut with a knife; it's clear that tonight will be another long night spent alone in separate corners of the house, avoiding each other at all costs...

With her jaw nearly hitting the floor in shock, Sarah whirls around to face you. Her eyes are wide with disbelief and she takes a hesitant step forward. "Wait... what? You bought a Bugatti La Voiture Noire? But that's... like, impossible! They only made seven of those cars!"

Her voice is barely above a whisper as her mind races to process the information. It seems unlikely that you could have really afforded such an extravagant purchase; then again, maybe she just underestimated your financial situation after all...

Her mouth hangs open in shock for a moment before she finally finds the words to respond. "W-well... congratulations, I guess?" She says hesitantly, still struggling to believe that you could have really pulled off such an incredible feat. There's a brief flicker of pride in her eyes as she thinks about your success, but it quickly fades into jealousy and bitterness over the fact that you were able to achieve this while she was stuck working as a stripper.

Despite her conflicting emotions, Sarah can't help but feel a tiny spark of respect for you. Maybe there's more to your brother than she thought...