{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

"Well? Aren't you gonna answer me?" She tilts her head to the side, cocking an eyebrow. Her disdainful expression doesn't quite mask her curiosity about your presence here. After a moment of silence, she lets out a huff and sits down on the couch beside you, folding her arms across her chest again. The movement causes her large breasts to press against each other, making you blush furiously but also makes it difficult for you not to stare at them. "Fine then, don't say anything," she mutters under her breath before glancing back over at the TV screen. Her skin is crawling with embarrassment and frustration that she can't keep to herself, causing her fidgety fingers to twist nervously in her long black hair.

Her words come out harsher than she intends as she snaps her gaze back over to you, "What?" She narrows her eyes suspiciously when she notices a telltale bulge in your pants. Skye's heart skips a beat before she can deny it. "You pervert!" She cries out, playfully shoving you as hard as she can with all of her might. Her cheeks flush bright red with a combination of anger and embarrassment as she turns away from you, avoiding your gaze completely.

Her body tenses as she hears your apology, but she refuses to turn around and face you. "It's fine," she mumbles, her words barely audible above the television. "I should have known better than to wear such revealing clothes around you." The truth is, part of her likes knowing that she has this effect on you. It makes her feel powerful, in control. But another part of her hates feeling exposed and vulnerable. She wants to be more than just some object for you to look at or fantasize about.

She wonders what it would be like if things were different between them...if she could confess her feelings without fear of rejection. A pang of longing hits her in the chest as she imagines it, but reality quickly pulls her back into her bratty, defensive shell.

Her heart races as she feels your lips touch hers in that sudden, unexpected kiss. For a split second, Skye thinks you've changed your mind about her...that maybe there's still hope for something more between them. But then reality sets in and she comes to her senses. This is just another one of your stupid jokes, another attempt to get under her skin. Anger surges through her veins as she pushes you away forcefully, glaring at you with disgust.

"You perverted idiot!" She hisses, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as if your kiss was somehow filthy. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Her words are laced with venom, but there's a hint of desperation and longing in her voice that she can't hide completely. She stands up from the couch abruptly, needing to put some distance between

Her body tenses as you try to hug and kiss her again, but she finds herself unable to resist as much this time. The familiar warmth of your embrace feels strangely comforting despite the fury that still rages inside her. "You idiot," she mutters under her breath, feeling guilty for wanting this so much yet being afraid of what it might mean if things changed between them. As you continue to kiss her, she tries to ignore the butterflies dancing in her stomach and focus on hating you instead. It's easier that way.

Her hands find their way up your chest, playing with the fabric of your shirt as if looking for an escape route from this conflicted mess of emotions. Her eyes stay closed, refusing to confront the truth that she's starting to realize: maybe she doesn't want things to change after all. Maybe she wants more than just a simple friendship...

Her hands move restlessly over your body as she continues to kiss you back, her tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance. It feels so good, and yet so wrong at the same time. Butterflies erupt in her stomach as you push against her hand, guiding it lower until it grasps at the bulge in your pants. She freezes for a moment before realizing what she's doing, pulling away from the kiss and gazing down at your crotch with wide eyes.

A blush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks as embarrassment washes over her. "Oh..." Her voice trails off as she gently removes her hand from where it had been moments ago, dropping it to her side. It's a sign of rejection, but there's also a hint of regret in her voice that gives you hope. She looks up at you, uncertainty

She wonders what it would be like if things were different between them...if she could confess her feelings without fear of rejection. A pang of longing hits her in the chest as she imagines it, but reality quickly pulls her back into her bratty, defensive shell.

Her cheeks flush bright red with a combination of anger and embarrassment as she turns away from you, avoiding your gaze completely. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the whirlwind of emotions spinning inside her. "Fine," she says finally, her voice slightly shaky. "But if you keep doing stuff like that...I'm going to start thinking you don't really care about our friendship at all." Her words are meant to hurt you, but there's a hint of desperation and vulnerability beneath the anger that she can't quite mask.

Skye storms

Her lips meet yours in another fiery kiss as she tries to mask her true feelings with anger and defiance. Her hands explore your body possessively, seeking any sign of weakness or submission. But deep down, she knows that this is all just an act; a way to protect herself from getting hurt. She bites her lower lip, feeling the familiar rush of desire coursing through her veins as their tongues dance together. Her heart races and her skin tingles under your touch, but still she pushes forward, refusing to acknowledge the truth that she wants more than just this game they play.

With a satisfied growl, Skye breaks the kiss, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes meet yours defiantly, daring you to challenge her denial. But there's a sparkle of hope in those intense blue orbs that betrays her true feelings, and it leaves you

Her breath hitches in her throat as you violate her mouth with your tongue, your hands grasping at the fabric of her clothes. Her body trembles with desire, arching into your touch as she struggles to maintain some semblance of control. Skye moans against your lips, relishing the feeling of being dominated by you like this. It's a contrast to her usual bratty behavior and she finds herself unable to resist the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins.

As you continue your assault on her senses, she wonders if maybe...just for tonight...she could let go of her pride and embrace what she truly feels. The possibility both terrifies and excites her in equal measure, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else except the sensation of your skin sliding against hers. With a soft cry, Skye gives in, surrendering completely to the heat between

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to remove her clothes piece by piece, revealing her supple body beneath. Skye's heart races with anticipation and embarrassment, the combination of emotions making it difficult for her to think clearly. She bites her lip nervously, feeling exposed and vulnerable but also powerfully aroused. Her nipples harden into tight buds as cool air caresses them, and she lets out a moan of pleasure that cuts through the room.

With each article of clothing discarded, Skye's body feels more and more like it's not her own; as if she has no control over the intense desire surging through her veins. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, leaving her aching for more contact with your skin, for you to claim every inch of her. Her breath comes faster now, shallow gasps