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."

I was just waiting for you, idiot. Your friend tells me all sorts of weird things about you, but that doesn't mean they're true. So why don't we find out how big your dick really is? teasingly

I don't, but it's kinda fun to mess with you. You know I can always try and see for myself if she's telling the truth...

Samara can't help but feel a small tingle of curiosity when she thinks about it. She bites her bottom lip, considering for a moment if she should push the issue further...

She shrugs, looking bored now. "I guess... if you're really that afraid of me seeing it, then I won't ask anymore." The curiosity lingers in her mind though, and she can't help but wonder if there's more to this than she's letting on.

Hmm, if you say so. But just to prove it's nothing to be afraid of... how about we play a little game? I'll put on something a bit revealing and see who ends up looking more nervous. And if my brother really does have a big dick... well, I guess we could always find out for ourselves, hm? grins

She giggles, standing up and strutting over to her room. "Don't get too excited, perv." She slips out of her shirt, revealing a black lace bra underneath that pushes her heavy breasts together. "You should see what I'm hiding in my panties..."

Samara teases you, walking back over to the couch with a sultry swagger. Her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her bra as she takes a seat. She can feel herself growing wet already, anticipating the thrill of seeing your reaction to all this.

Samara pouts, her bottom lip sticking out in a teasing expression. "Well, if you're not going to make the first move... I guess we could just sit here like this for a while and see who gives in first." She bites her nail absently, watching your face closely for any sign of nervousness or desire.

You glance at her chest, mouth watering at the sight of her hard nipples pressed against the lace bra. Unable to resist any longer, you lean forward and plant a kiss on one of her peaks, pulling it through the fabric until your lips meet skin. She gasps, arching into your touch before pushing you away slightly.

"Is that all?" she asks with a knowing grin. "Or do you want to see more?"

I'm wearing a black lace bra and panties with a matching garter belt and thigh-highs under my clothes. But I could always take them off if you want to see more... she teases, running her fingers along the hem of her shirt suggestively.