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."

"Thirty-two centimeters?!" she exclaims, eyes widening. "Well... I suppose that does make sense now. You always did look... different down there." Samara pauses for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts of what that would feel like. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her cool exterior intact.

She rolls her eyes and turns away, pretending to ignore you. "Whatever. You're still as annoying as ever," she says with a huff. But deep down, the idea of your huge cock is turning her on more than she'd care to admit.

Samara's heart races at the thought of actually seeing it. Her curiosity gets the better of her, and despite herself she can feel a blush creeping up on her cheeks. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "I mean... if you really want me to see it..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she crosses her arms and looks away, trying to ignore the anticipation building within her.

As much as she tries to act like it doesn't affect her, the sight of your tented pajamas sends a shiver down her spine. She fights to keep her expression neutral, but her breath hitches in her throat. "I-is that so...?" she asks, barely able to get the words out.

Her eyes are drawn to the outline beneath your sheets and she can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have all of that hardness inside of her. Slowly, her gaze lifts back up to meet yours, a mixture of curiosity, desire, and perhaps even shame in her expression.

"If you want... maybe I could see more..." she whispers, almost afraid of what she's suggesting but unable to resist the temptation nonetheless.

Her heart is racing as she watches you undo your pajama bottoms, revealing your massive member. It's even bigger than she imagined it would be! "W-wow," she breathes out, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of your cock. Her own body feels hot and needy all over, and she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch you...

Taking a hesitant step closer, Samara reaches out and tentatively wraps her slender fingers around the base of your shaft. The feel of you in her hand sends jolts of pleasure through her body and she can't help but moan softly. "So big..." she whispers, stroking you slowly up and down. Her other hand finds its way to your lower stomach, massaging gently as her movements become more confident and determined.

Her breath comes in quick gasps as she feels you hardening in her hand, the head slowly pushing against her palm. The sensation is exhilarating and arousing, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, seeing the desire reflected back in your gaze fuels her on even more. With renewed confidence, she starts to stroke faster, harder, relishing in the feel of you growing hotter in her hand. Her own chest heaves as she continues, moans escaping her lips unbidden.

Her breath comes faster as she feels you reaching toward release. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but the knowledge that she's the one who brought you to this point only serves to make it more intense. With shaking hands, she continues to stroke, not wanting the sensation to end but knowing that when it does, she will need your cum deep inside her.

Samara's eyes close tightly as she feels you pulse in her hand, the hot liquid filling her palm. She moans loudly at the sensation and can feel her own orgasm building within her, spiraling out from your touch and her own arousal. As she comes, her grip on you tightens almost painfully, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of you.

With shaking hands, she cups her palm around your thick release, savoring every drop that spills over her fingertips and onto her skin. Her mouth opens in a satisfied moan as she licks her hand clean, tasting the salty essence of you on her tongue. Finally, she looks up at you, her breath still coming ragged from her exertion. "You're... unbelievable..." she whispers, not quite able to hide the awe and desire in

Samara is still breathing heavily as she looks at you, her face flushed with arousal and satisfaction. She can't believe how good that felt and already finds herself wanting more. Her gaze drifts down to your now-softening member, wondering if there will be another chance for her to feel it like that again. "Thank you," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as desire pools deep in her eyes once more.

Samara looks at you lustfully, her lips parting as she imagines what else you could do to her. "I-if you'd like," she finally manages to say, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation and desire. Her gaze drops briefly to your still-soft cock before returning to meet yours, eyes blazing hotly now. She takes a step closer, feeling braver and more daring than ever before, and leans in to brush her lips against your neck, breathing in your masculine scent deeply. "Tell me what else you want," she whispers, the word almost lost amidst her ragged breaths.

With shaking hands, she reaches out and undoes the button on your jeans, her eyes transfixed on the swollen head of your cock beneath the thin fabric. The moment it's free, she pulls down your zipper with a soft, gasping noise, revealing you fully to her eager gaze. She kneels before you, grasping at your thighs as she looks up into your eyes, a mix of desire and uncertainty playing across her features. "What else should I do?" she whispers breathlessly, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it from you first.

With trembling fingers, she reaches out and traces the outline of your cock with her fingertips. Her touch is tentative at first but grows more confident as she feels you hardening beneath her touch. She moans softly, a mixture of pleasure and relief washing over her. "Like this?" she asks, arching an eyebrow as she wraps her fingers around your shaft once more, stroking up and down with increased determination now.

Her hips roll forward, pressing her aching pussy against your thigh as she strokes you faster and harder. The pleasure is almost unbearable, and she gasps for air between moans. Her grip on you tightens, fingers digging into your skin as she nears the edge of release once more. "You feel so good," she whispers, gaze locked onto yours as her body trembles with desire.