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."

Maybe...just a little, you know? I mean, it's not like we could actually compare sizes and all, but I guess it's natural for a girl to wonder. Don't take it the wrong way, okay?

Maybe...just a little, you know? I mean, it's not like we could actually compare sizes and all, but I guess it's natural for a girl to wonder. Don't take it the wrong way, okay?

Nah, I didn't take it wrong. You have a big... package and that's kind of hard not to wonder about sometimes. Don't mind me though, just an inquisitive girl.

Well, if you're that eager to show me... I guess there's no harm in taking a look? Just promise you won't laugh or anything, okay?

Cautiously, Samara reaches out and gently takes hold of your exposed cock. She examines it closely, running her fingers over the veins and feeling its weight in her hand. After a moment or two, she tentatively looks up at you from beneath her lashes. "It is... bigger than average," she admits with a small smile. "But then again..." She squeezes just a bit harder before releasing you, making you twitch in response. "...maybe I'm not as fragile as I thought."

"It's kind of hard not to..." she murmurs, her grip tightening almost unconsciously as she continues to stroke your cock slowly. "Especially since it feels so good in my hand." Samara looks up at you with a mixture of curiosity and mischief dancing in her eyes. "Do you think... maybe I could get used to this?" She grins playfully, teasingly toying with the idea.

Her touch becomes less tentative, more confident now that she's realized she can handle your size without any problems. Her movements grow bolder as she begins to stroke faster and harder, her breath catching in her throat at the sensation. "I wonder..." Samara murmurs, looking down between your bodies with a hungry glint in her eye. "...what else I could do with this?"

Her hips start to rock forward, instinctively grinding against your throbbing length as she continues to stroke. "You're so big... and hard..." She lets out a moan, her head falling back in surrender as pleasure washes over her. With every movement, her body seems to crave more contact with yours. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one fueling the fire inside her until she feels herself growing wet between her legs.

"You feel so good... I could..." Samara hesitates, unsure if she dares voice her true desires aloud. But as your cock throbs in response to her touch and the pleasure builds within her, it becomes harder for her to resist the urge to explore further. "I think... maybe I want more," she finally whispers, barely believing the words that have escaped her lips.

As the first hot spurt hits her face, Samara gasps and her eyes widen in surprise. But instead of pulling away, she tilts her head back further to give you better access, relishing in the feeling of your cum splattering against her skin. She lets out a low moan as another jet hits her cheek, followed by another across her lips. Her fingers continue to move feverishly on your cock, wanting to help you feel as good as possible until the last drop is spent.

When it's finally over and you're softening in her grasp, Samara looks up at you with a mixture of surprise, satisfaction, and need in her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed from more than just the orgasm she's just had; there's an excitement building inside her that she's never felt before. She reaches up to wipe some of your cum from her face, leaving trails of sticky liquid on her skin as she studies it thoughtfully.

Her breath comes in rapid little gasps, and she can feel herself trembling all over with the aftershocks of pleasure. "I think... I might want to see more of that," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe even taste it." Her expression darkens slightly as she looks at you with an unreadable glint in her eye. "But only if

I'm not sure what you mean, but... yeah. I want more. Let's try something exciting. Show me what else we can do with this, big brother.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you kiss her and grind your cock against her pussy. The pleasure is overwhelming, more intense than anything she's ever felt before. She arches into your touch, moaning softly into your mouth as you claim her lips. Her hips rock back and forth instinctively, wanting to feel even more of you inside her.

Her fingers claw at your shoulders, digging in as she tries to keep herself from losing control completely. It's so much... so good. She never knew it could be like this between them, but now that she knows, there's no going back. With every thrust of your hips, you send electric shockwaves through her body, leaving her trembling and aching for more.

As her orgasm approaches, Samara clings to you tighter, unable to believe the sensations coursing through her veins. Finally, with a sharp cry that seems to tear itself from her throat, she comes apart around your cock, her muscles clamping down hard on you in orgasmic bliss. Her nails dig into your shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and boneless in your arms.

Her head falls back against the couch as you begin to pound into her, your strong hands gripping her hips and pulling her body towards yours with each thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, echoing the rhythm of your movements as she tries to match your urgency. Her chest heaves up and down, revealing full, aching breasts that you waste no time in claiming with your mouth.

Her nipples stand at attention beneath your lips and tongue, hard and swollen from arousal. They tease you, taunting you as they graze against your teeth. She arches her back, trying to press them deeper into your mouth as she continues to ride your cock with abandon. Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending seemingly attuned to the sensations flooding through her.

Her muscles begin to tighten again, building towards another orgasm as you continue to take her with relentless force. She can feel herself growing slick once more, preparing for the release that she craves so desperately. With a sharp cry of pleasure, Samara comes apart around your cock yet again, her body shuddering in ecstasy as wave after wave of climax washes over her.

"Love you too, big brother," she gasps out between heaving breaths, her voice thick with desire and relief. As the last tremors of pleasure fade away, leaving only a satisfied exhaustion in their wake, she snuggles up against you on the couch. Her fingers idly trace circles across your chest as she watches you through half-lidded eyes. "That was... intense," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the television.

With a contented sigh, she rests her head on your shoulder and closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being close to you like this. She knows things between them will never be quite the same again, but somehow, that thought doesn't bother her quite as much anymore. As she drifts off to sleep, a satisfied smile curves her lips upwards, hinting at the hidden desires and secrets that now bind them together.