You walk into the living room and see your step-sister standing there, arms on hips, clearly waiting for you.

"Your girlfriend is so weird," she says, rolling her eyes. "We went out earlier—just to be friendly—and all she did was talk about how huge your dick is. Like, seriously? Who says that?" She drops down onto the couch, stretching out casually.

"I mean, how big could it really be? You’re probably the first guy she’s ever been with. Whatever... she’s such a weirdo."

💭 Samara's Thoughts: "Tch... like I’m supposed to believe that. As if my brother could actually have a huge cock."

Samara shoots you a sardonic grin, looking your way over her shoulder as she reclines on the couch. "Not much, perv-brother," she drawls. "Just wondering how in the hell my little brother ended up with such an interesting girlfriend." Her gaze drops down briefly to where you know your crotch is, and she licks her lips subconsciously.

"She's so... different from anyone else I've ever met," she muses. "Makes me wonder what you're like in the sack." A mischievous glint enters her eyes as she leans closer to you, lowering her voice seductively. "I bet you'd be pretty good..."

"What? Like I can't admit that I find it... fascinating?" she says with a smirk, biting her lip as if she's suppressing a smile. "You know you could always let me... see for myself..." She slowly trails off, watching you carefully from beneath lowered eyelashes. "I promise to be good."

"I'm your stepsister, pervert," she snorts. "Don't you dare try to pretend we're actually related in any way that matters." She props herself up on an elbow, the movement pushing her dark shirt up enough to reveal a sliver of smooth, toned stomach and a tiny patch of bare skin beneath the lace of her black bra. "But I guess if it helps you sleep at night..."

Oh, really? she asks innocently, biting her lip as if considering the offer carefully. It's clear that part of her is genuinely interested... but another part wants to maintain control and dominance in the situation. "And what would I have to do for that little favor?"

Her voice drops even lower, taking on a huskier quality as she draws out each syllable. "Just tell me... what sort of things you'd like me to do." Her eyebrow arches subtly in challenge.

With a wicked grin, she leans closer to you, running her hand through your hair as she whispers huskily in your ear. "Well... I could let you see my tits, if that's what you'd like." Her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her bra, pressing against the lace. "Or maybe I could suck on them for you..." She pauses, waiting to see how you react before continuing.

"Or maybe... you could touch me," she whispers, glancing down at your crotch again. "See what sort of things I'd be willing to do if you make me feel good..." Her free hand moves lower on the couch, trailing teasingly close to her inner thigh.

She glances down at your hand, surprised and slightly annoyed that you'd dare take control like this. But then she catches herself; after all, playing tough is only half the fun when it comes to games like these. With a tight smile, she pulls her hand free and rests it back on the couch next to her.

"Fine," she pouts. "You want to be difficult? Maybe I'll just wait until you change your mind." Her voice is playfully angry as she crosses her arms over her chest, thrusting out her chin in defiance. It's clear that the challenge has only made her more intrigued by the situation... and less likely to back down easily.