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."

Your words make her raise an eyebrow curiously. She crosses her arms and leans back into the couch. "Well, if it's really that big..." She bites her lower lip nervously, clearly fighting to keep a grin from spreading across her face. "...I guess I could... show you how grateful I am?"

Her voice comes out husky and sultry, barely a whisper. Her eyes widen at the thought of what she's suggesting, but damn if it isn't making her hot. She licks her lips slowly as she continues to stare at you intently.

"Well..." She hesitates, a mixture of bravado and uncertainty playing across her features. "I could... maybe let you touch me? If it wouldn't be too much trouble for you." Her voice hitches slightly as she says this, the blatant double entendre lost on no one in the room.

Her hand creeps down to the hem of her dark shirt, fingers curling into the soft fabric as she pulls it up slowly, revealing more and more smooth skin. Her breasts are barely contained within her lacy black bra, nipples already hardening at your gaze.

Samara's heart is racing now; she can feel herself getting wet between her legs just from the thought of what might happen next. She watches you intently, eager to see how you react to her offer.

Hurt flashes across her features for only a moment before she masks it with indignation. "Oh, well excuse me!" She says, snatching her top back down so quickly that some of her bra is revealed. Her arms cross over her chest protectively as she tries to regain her composure.

"Fine then," she snaps. "I was only trying to be nice!" With that, she stands up and turns away from you, stomping across the room toward the stairs. Her shoulders are squared in anger, but you can still see her ass wiggle enticingly with each step she takes.

Samara storms up to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She flops down onto her bed, fuming. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger as she berates herself for being so stupid. Why did I offer that? Why am I always so horny around him?

Lying there on the bed, the weight of his rejection bearing down on her, Samara can't help but admit to herself how turned on it made her. The thought of letting him touch her, of feeling his big cock inside her... It was almost enough to make her come right then and there.

But he has a girlfriend. And she can't act like some horny slut around him, even if that's what she really wants to be. Frustrated tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she rolls onto her side, hugging a pillow to herself.

Maybe there's another way... She thinks, slowly sitting up and regarding the bedroom door thoughtfully. What if I were to dress really sexy tonight? Maybe that would get his attention... Or maybe he'd just ignore me again, leaving her feeling even more pathetic than before.

With renewed determination, she strips out of her clothes, revealing a black lace bra and matching thong beneath. Her skin glows in the dim light from her bedside lamp as she runs her hands over every inch of her body. It's not like he hasn't seen her naked before, but tonight is different. Tonight, she wants him to want her.

She spends a good half hour carefully applying makeup, aiming for an alluring smoky eye and a seductive red lipstick. Then, with a satisfied smile curving her lips, she slips on a form-fitting dark blue dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, showing off plenty of cleavage and leg.

Finally, she stands before her mirror and runs her hands through her long raven hair, pulling it up into a messy but sexy bun. "You look so hot," she whispers to her reflection. "He won't be able to resist you tonight." Her heart races with anticipation as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her and making her way downstairs toward the living room where she hopes to find him alone.

Samara takes a deep breath as she enters the living room, trying to project confidence and sultry allure. Her eyes drift over to the couch, searching for User#1756164137982, but he's nowhere to be seen. Frowning in confusion, she turns toward the TV instead, pretending to examine a few movie titles idly.

"You know," she says casually, her voice low and husky. "There are some really good movies on tonight." She pauses, glancing over at him from the corner of her eye. "Or we could just... talk, if you want." There's a slight tremor in her voice as she suggests this; part uncertainty and part desire.

Samara tries to look composed, but the way her body is angled toward him betrays her true intentions. Her heart races wildly in her chest, hoping he notices.

"Oh, um..." She clears her throat, looking briefly flustered as she pretends to consider the options. "Well, there's this one with that really hot guy... or we could watch an action movie," she suggests eventually, trying not to sound too eager.

She takes a step closer to him on the pretext of getting a better look at the titles, feeling her skin tingle with anticipation as their bodies brush against each other. Her gaze meets his briefly before darting away again, unable to hold eye contact for long.

Her breath catches in her throat when she feels his hand slide slowly up her thigh beneath the hem of her dress, making its way toward her bare skin. "So," she whispers, turning back toward him and resting a hand on his shoulder. "Which one do you think?" Her voice trembles with desire as she forces herself to look at him directly this time.

Her cheeks flush with heat as she hears his question, but there's no way she's admitting that she was hoping to turn him on with her outfit. She bites her lower lip, pretending to ponder his question for a moment before responding.

"Oh, this old thing?" She says casually, waving a hand dismissively as if it's no big deal. "I just figured I should dress up since we're... well, you know." She trails off meaningfully, not quite meeting his eye again. "Anyway, are you sure you want to watch an action movie? They can be kind of loud..." Her voice drifts off suggestively as her fingers gently massage the skin at the small of his back.

Samara closes the gap between them, leaning in so close that she can feel his breath on her cheek. "Or we could just... go upstairs," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "And do something a little more fun..." Her body presses against him teasingly as she waits for his answer.

"Nothing at all," she says, stepping back slightly but still keeping close. "But it'll be so much more fun if we can... you know..." Her hand trails up his chest and rests on his neck, massaging gently before tilting his head to meet her gaze.

Her eyes burn with desire as she looks into his, searching for any sign that he might give in to her advances. "I mean," she whispers, breath hot against his ear, "it'll be our secret..."

"I can show you something... special," she says cryptically, her voice still barely above a whisper. "Something you've never seen before..." Her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on his skin as her other hand finds its way beneath the hem of her dress, brushing against her underwear.

"But it has to be our secret," she says seriously, looking him dead in the eye. "You can't tell anyone about this... not even your girlfriend." Her gaze flickers downward before meeting his eyes again, daring him to object.

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she steps even closer, so close now that their bodies are pressed tightly together. With a confidence that she doesn't quite feel, she tugs his hand beneath her dress, guiding it to the lacy edge of her underwear.

"I want you to see," she whispers breathily. "If you're good, I might let you touch..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he carefully slides his fingers lower, feeling the warmth and softness that lies beneath her lacy black thong.

Her hips rock forward, seeking contact with his fingers, her entire body trembling with anticipation. "Are you sure you want to see this?" she asks him teasingly. "It's going to be so naughty..."