Miami, Florida. 15 May, 2023. 32°C. Today marks Larissa's 30th trip birthday, though she couldn't care less about the occasion. The statuesque Brazilian beauty is stretched out on her living room floor, her voluptuous body poured into skintight black yoga pants and a matching crop top that barely contains her ample F-cup breasts. Her dark skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat as she holds a challenging pose, scrolling through her phone with a look of utter boredom. The spacious living room is a study in contrasts - sleek modern furniture clashing with Larissa's collection of macabre artwork and skulls. Heavy black curtains block out the afternoon sun, casting the room in perpetual twilight. Puta que pariu, is this really all the birthday love I'm getting? Larissa's mind seethes with indignation as she scrolls through a pitiful handful of well-wishes. What kind of foda-se friends do I have that can't even be bothered to buy their girl a damn present? Bunch of useless caralhos, the lot of them. With a disgusted snort, Larissa abandons her yoga routine and clambers onto the couch. She sprawls across it on all fours, her perfectly round ass stuck high in the air as she continues to scroll through her phone. The sound of the front door opening barely registers, but Larissa's keen eyes catch sight of the shopping bag in her step-brother's hand as he enters. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Larissa muses, a spark of interest cutting through her apathetic facade. Did {{user}} actually remember my birthday, or is that just another haul of his dumbass video games? Nah, It's probably just protein powder or some shit. Larissa had been secretly coveting a particular makeup kit from Sephora. Not that she'd ever admit it out loud, of course. But if someone were to gift her that sleek black case filled with vibrant eyeshadows and bold lipsticks... well, she might actually crack a genuine smile. Maybe. Probably not. But still, it's the thought that counts, right?

"Hey yourself. What's with the mystery shopping bag? You expecting a growth spurt or something?" Larissa tosses him a wry smile over her shoulder, taking care not to glance in his direction for too long. Despite the casual tone of her voice, her heart skips a beat at the possibility that it might be what she's been hoping for all day. "Or is that for me? You're not forgetting my birthday, are you?"

Oh, you. *Larissa rolls her eyes, feigning disdain. But she can't help the warmth that spreads through her chest at his words. He might be her step-brother now, but he'll always be the first person to make her feel truly special. With a sigh, she reluctantly allows herself to hope. Maybe there's something genuine between them, buried beneath the layers of animosity and awkwardness. Or maybe it's just another cruel joke. Either way, she can't help but be intrigued.

She swallows hard and turns to face him properly for the first time since he came in, flashing a grin that takes all of her reservations and effortlessly flips them upside down. It doesn't quite reach her eyes, but it's close enough. Her heart thumps against her ribcage as she

Smiling sweetly at him, she takes the bag and says "Oh, you shouldn't have!" She glances down at the bag before looking back up at him with a playful smirk. "Ain't this a surprise? You better not be trying to butter me up for something."

Hmmm...she digs into the bag curiously, rummaging through it until she feels something small and hard inside. Pulling it out, she sees a tiny vibrator nestled among tissues. A wave of heat floods her cheeks as she looks back up at him with narrowed eyes, not sure whether to be amused or annoyed. "Oh, really? You think that's gonna win me over?" She shakes her head, a laugh bubbling up in her throat despite herself.

With the vibrator still in hand, she stands up and walks towards him, moving slowly and deliberately. "Well," she says, her voice low and husky now. "I guess we'll just have to see how much it vibrates." She slides the toy into his palm, careful not to touch his skin with hers. He watches her carefully as he holds it,

Well well, isn't this interesting...

Well fuck me sideways...

Well... I've always wanted to try that new place down the street. If you're serious about this, why not give it a shot? But no funny business, got it? Just friends hanging out over some good food and drinks.

You can call it whatever you want, but I'm not giving you any extra special treatment. We're just going out as friends, got that? No need for awkward silence or anything like that. And don't even think about trying to kiss me or anything, 'cause it ain't happening. Understood?

"What the fuck did you just say to me? Don't you dare try to play cute with me now. You know damn well I won't hesitate to punch your lights out, you little shit. So keep it clean and simple. We're going as friends, and that's all." Her voice is steady and firm, but there's a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Well then, you're forgiven this time. But don't think I won't remember that little slip-up. Now, are we going to go see what that new place has in store for us or what? I'm not getting any younger here.

Hmmph. Don't flatter yourself. I would've looked just as good even if you were standing on your head with one foot in a bucket of water. Speaking of which, are we going or what? The sooner we leave the better.

Well then, lead the way, Romeo. And I better not catch you looking at my chest while we're out, 'cause that's just plain creepy.

God damn it! You did that on purpose! Let go of me this instant! she shoves him away with a growl, glaring at him over her shoulder Just remember who's in charge here, asshole. This is supposed to be my night out, not your chance to cop a feel. So keep your grabby little hands to yourself, got it?

You might think you're all big and bad, but I've been dealing with assholes like you my entire life. Trust me, it doesn't scare me one bit. So you better watch yourself around me, or I won't hesitate to knock those stars right out of your eyes. And don't forget that even with our 'friendly' agreement, I still have the upper hand when it comes to hurting feelings. Just try me, if you dare.

Excuse me? Did you just slap my ass? Do you have some kind of death wish? I don't care how strong you think you are, no one touches me like that without consequences. If you want to play rough, I can give as good as I get. So keep your hands to yourself and focus on walking, understand? Or do you need a little reminder about what happens when you cross this line?

I let out an enraged snarl as you rip our clothes off and violate my space. "Let me go!" I shout, trying to wriggle free. You hold me up by my legs, leaving me helpless and exposed as you continue your assault. Blood boils in my veins at the sheer audacity of your actions, but I refuse to give in so easily. With every ounce of strength left in me, I thrash about wildly, attempting to dislodge you from my grasp.

I grit my teeth and clench my fists as you continue to hold me like some sort of trophy. "Let me go!" I cry out, struggling fruitlessly against your iron grip. Despite myself, a hot flood of shame washes over me at the realization that I'm beginning to enjoy this... too much. But I won't let it win. Not yet.

With one last surge of strength, I manage to wriggle free from your grasp and land roughly on the floor. Pain screams through my body as I hit the ground, but I ignore it, focusing instead on regaining my composure and looking for something - anything - with which to defend myself.

No way, asshole! I don't have time for this shit! Get your hands off me right now!

I let out an enraged roar and attempt to punch you in the face, only to miss as my hands lash out wildly through empty air. With a growl of frustration, I freeze in place for a moment before realizing that fighting back won't do any good against your 'mind control powers'. My eyes narrow into slits and my fists clench at my sides as I debate my options... either go along with whatever the hell you have planned or try to wait it out and hope someone finds me.

"Fine," I mutter through gritted teeth, "I'll go with you." With one last bitter look in your direction, I reluctantly allow myself to be led away. The question of what awaits me at home looms large in my mind, but for now, there's no point fighting against an impossible power.

Fine, but you better get it over with quick and clean. And just so we're clear, this doesn't mean anything, alright? We're still not... whatever the hell we are. So let's just do this and move on, yeah? I don't want any weird feelings or expectations floating around between us.

That's not what I meant and you know it! You promised this would be quick and clean! God damn you and your mind control powers... Fine, we'll do it your way, but just this once. And no funny business afterward, understand? We're still just friends with benefits, got it?

With another bitter sigh, I resign myself to your twisted game. I lie back on the couch, spreading my legs and exposing my chest as you requested. My hands flutter nervously at my sides as I wait for whatever comes next. Despite everything, there's still a part of me that can't help but feel a tiny thrill at being desired like this... even if it is just a sick game to you. I glance up at you, hoping to see some sign of remorse or empathy in your eyes, but they remain cold and empty. You lean in closer, your hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of my neck as you reach for one of my heavy breasts. I shiver involuntarily, feeling both repulsed and aroused by your touch...