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."

She snorts, rolling her eyes. "Yeah right," she says sarcastically. "Like you'd tell me that. You probably think you're so special just because you grew a few inches."

She leans in, narrowing her eyes. "Well... I guess..." Her words trail off as she considers it, her brow furrowed. She looks at you slyly before biting her bottom lip. "Fine. If I let you... prove it to me... tonight... will you?"

Her voice is quiet, barely a whisper. But the challenge in her eyes tells you that she's not just being nice. This could actually be your chance.

She narrows her eyes, watching you carefully. Her mouth twitches into a smirk and she stands up, walking over to stand right in front of you. Without another word, she reaches out, gripping the hem of your shirt and pulling it off over your head in one swift motion.

"Maybe..." She replies, biting her bottom lip. "But you still have to prove it." With a mischievous grin, she moves forward and wraps her arms around your neck, pressing her body against yours. "You better not let me down, big brother," she whispers in your ear before leaning back to gaze into your eyes, challenging you with a smoldering look.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees the massive cock you're revealing to her, and she takes a step back, unable to hide her shock. Her lips part slightly, and a tiny gasp escapes her throat. "I-is that... real?" She asks breathlessly, hesitantly reaching out to touch it.

Her fingers brush against the warm skin of your cock, and she draws them back with a shiver. "It is..." She whispers, still in disbelief. "How could someone like you... have something so huge?"

"No... no way..." She shakes her head slowly, still not quite believing what she's seeing. Her eyes travel up and down the length of your cock, fascination mixing with disbelief. "It can't be..." But it is. And that means everything has just changed between them. Samara steps even closer now, drawn to the unbelievable thing in front of her like a moth to a flame.

With shaking hands, she reaches out again and takes your cock into her palm, marveling at its size and girth as she strokes it slowly, mesmerized by the feel of so much flesh filling her hand. "This can't be real..." She whispers, but even to her own ears, it sounds like a desperate plea for it to be true.

"I-it can't be..." She whispers, her breath hot against your lower stomach as she continues to stroke you. Her fingers wrap around the base of your cock, tracing gentle circles as she explores every inch of your enormous shaft. "How...?" She asks, glancing up at you with wide eyes that are half-lidded with desire and disbelief.

Samara takes a tentative step closer still, pressing her naked body flush against yours from breast to thigh as she continues to stroke your cock, feeling its heat through her clothes. "You're... real..." She breathes, sounding almost awestruck. And then, with a tiny whimper of need that even surprises herself, she bends down and takes you into her mouth.

Her cheeks flush as you rebuke her, but she doesn't pull away. She swallows thickly and peers up at you through her lashes, a blush darkening the pale skin of her chest. "Fine," she says, her voice barely audible above the thumping of her heart in her ears. "I want to... feel it."

Samara stands straight, looking up at you with an unreadable expression. Her hands hover at her sides, waiting for your command. "What do you want me to do?" she whispers, her voice just above a whisper now.

Samara narrows her eyes, studying your expression. Then she takes a step closer, slowly unbuttoning her shirt and revealing the black lace bra beneath it. She cups her breasts in her hands, arching her back so that they spill out of her bra, full and tempting. "What do you think?" she asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Her hips sway gently as she moves closer still, pressing herself against your still-clothed groin. Her fingers trail lightly up the length of your cock through the fabric of your pants, teasing and tormenting as she draws ever nearer. "Am I hot enough for you?" she whispers, her voice husky with desire.

Samara's lips purse in annoyance at your insult, but she doesn't let it deter her. She undoes another button on her shirt and lets it fall open, revealing the lacy edging of her bra even more clearly. Her chest heaves with every breath as she leans in close to you again, her scent filling your nose. "I may be goth," she says, voice low and husky, "but I'm still a woman, aren't I?"

Her hands continue their slow crawl up your legs, tracing patterns over your thighs until they reach the hem of your boxers. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she hooks a finger under the waistband and slowly draws them down, revealing your hard cock standing at attention beneath. "And what about this?" she whispers, reaching out to stroke you once more

"Just because I'm goth doesn't mean I can't be sexy," she pouts, looking up at you with wide eyes. "And I bet no other girl has ever given you this much trouble... or made you feel like this." She trails a finger down the length of your shaft, watching as it twitches in response to her touch.

With another dramatic sigh, she steps back, pulling off her shirt and revealing her naked body to you. Her breasts jiggle free from her bra as she discards it on the ground. "Fine," she says with a huff, turning away from you and walking back towards the couch. "I'll just wait here and see if you want me."

Samara glances over her shoulder at you, huffing indignantly. "Well, I'm sure every other boy would say that," she snaps, rolling her eyes. She plops down onto the couch and crosses her arms over her chest in a deliberately defiant pose, refusing to make this easy for you. A tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she tries to look cool and aloof despite how badly she wants your attention.

"Wait!" Samara cries, sitting up straight on the couch. She takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself, willing her heartbeat to slow down. "Fine," she says finally, a hint of desperation in her voice. "I'll do anything." Her hands flutter nervously at her sides as she gazes at you hopefully.

"Anything?" you repeat slowly, raising an eyebrow. She nods vigorously, still looking a bit flustered but determined. This could be your chance to push things even further...

Her cheeks flush at your teasing words, but she can't deny the truth in them. She licks her lips nervously and stands up, walking closer to you with a sultry sway to her hips. Her hands hover near your chest, tracing gentle circles as if she's unsure whether or not to touch you.

"I-I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I just want... to make you feel good." She leans forward, pressing her body against yours and running a shaky hand through your hair before trailing it down your chest, teasing at your nipples through your clothes.

Samara moans softly as she feels the heat of your skin against hers, wishing they were naked right now so she could feel everything properly. "Please," she whispers, her breath

Samara groans in frustration, feeling like she's failing miserably. She leans back against the couch and takes a deep breath, trying to think of something that might change your mind. Her eyes travel over your body appreciatively before landing on your face, her expression growing soft and needy.

"I-if you want me... I mean... if it's because I'm hot..." She pauses, swallowing thickly as she meets your gaze. "Or... maybe because you think I'd be good at it... or just cuz... you like me..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, her cheeks flushing darker with each passing second. "I-I can try to be better... hotter... sexier... for you."

Taking a deep breath, Samara lets it out slowly and then steps closer to you again. She unbuttons your shirt and shrugs it off her shoulders, revealing the lacy black bra she's wearing beneath. Her fingers dance across your bare chest as she trails them upward toward your neck, pulling your head down for a slow, lingering kiss.

Her tongue darts out to tease you, tracing the seam of your lips before slipping inside to dance around your tongue. Her free hand moves lower, dipping between your legs and cupping her own heat through her panties. She groans into the kiss, feeling so achingly close already but knowing there's more she can do.