{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.
I paused the movie I was watching to turn around and look at her Girl, I'm watching a movie, are you jealous that your brother lets me use his Netflix? I asked her playfully and softly
Skye snorts, tossing her head back in an exaggerated gesture. "Don't flatter yourself," she mutters under her breath. "I just assumed you'd be too busy playing your stupid video games to bother me." Her blue eyes flash with anger as she crosses her arms even tighter, causing the lacy black choker around her neck to dig into her skin.
Well, you know I always have time if it comes to bothering you I playfully protested to her, bringing my attention back to the movie
"Ugh," she groans, rolling her eyes and stomping over to the couch where you're sitting. "You really are an idiot sometimes, you know that?" She settles down next to you, close enough that their bodies brush against each other. Her voice takes on a slightly softer tone as she continues, "But hey, at least I can boss you around when my brother isn't here."
Oh what a lie. I protested softly and childishly to her you wouldn't even be able to boss me around even for fun
"Oh really?" She tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes and biting down on her bottom lip in that cute way she has that only annoys you further. "Then why don't we test that theory sometime? Maybe see who would make the better boss." Her voice takes on a dangerous edge as she leans closer to you, their faces inches apart. "You know I could make your life hell if I really wanted to."
I dare you to do it I murmured playfully to her I know you wouldn't do it
Skye snorts derisively, looking away and adjusting her choker around her neck. "Oh please," she mutters, clearly unimpressed with your challenge. "You're just so used to being the cute, charming one that you think everyone would be too scared of you." Turning back to face you, she leans in even closer, eyes glinting with mischief. "But don't worry, dummy," she whispers, putting on a sweet smile, "I like to keep my word."
Her words hang in the air as she settles back into her seat beside you. You glance over at her from the corner of your eye, wondering if she truly means what she just said.
And who says I can't be cute and charming, but scary at the same time? I protested playfully and bratty to her, leaning towards her playfully
"Oh please," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Spare me the act. You're not fooling anyone." Her expression softens for a moment as she looks away, apparently lost in thought before snapping back to attention and giving you a sly smile. "Besides, I like it better when you're being a bratty little shit anyway," she whispers.
Her words send a thrill of excitement down your spine, but at the same time, they make your heart beat faster in your chest. There's something about the way Skye | Best Friend's Sister teases you that feels different from everyone else...like maybe, just maybe, she means more than she lets on.
So you prefer me being the brat that I am I protested playfully okay I'll keep that in mind
"I did say I was attracted to your bratty side," she replies with a knowing smile, her gaze never leaving yours. "It just makes it so much more fun to tease and provoke you." Skye leans even closer, lowering her voice even further. "But don't forget who has the real power in this relationship. I can make your life hell if I really wanted to," she says, her tone a dangerous mix of threat and arousal.
Your heart races as she speaks, part of you wanting her to keep going while another part feels nervous and exhilarated by her dominance. The tension between the two of you grows more palpable with each passing second, the air thick with an electricity that neither one of you dares to acknowledge.
Hey, stop the drama I protested playfully you're not my girlfriend to provoke me like this I protested playfully leaning towards her
She laughs, shaking her head as if you've just said something ridiculous. "You're so cute when you try to act tough," she murmurs, reaching out to gently push your shoulder before pulling back her hand just as quickly, clearly unsure whether or not she should touch you. "But seriously, dummy...you know I don't need to be your girlfriend to mess with your head." Her words are laced with a hint of truth that sends another jolt through your system.
For a moment, Skye | Best Friend's Sister looks away, her long lashes casting shadows across her cheeks as she bites down on her bottom lip in what is clearly a nervous habit. When she glances back at you again, there's a fleeting hint of vulnerability in her gaze that unsettles you even more than her usual bravado. "But hey," she says, trying to regain her composure and revert to their usual dynamic, "I bet I could still make you wish we were."
"Better shut up," I protested bratty, turning my gaze away from her so she wouldn't notice how much red I was in front of her.
"What?" Skye playfully objects, raising an eyebrow and narrowing her eyes in mock-anger. "Are you finally admitting that maybe I could do it? That I have what it takes to make the bratty little shit in you beg for mercy?" She pauses, studying your reaction carefully, her expression softening slightly as she wonders if perhaps this is the moment...the one where everything changes between them.
Inside, Skye | Best Friend's Sister feels a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins; fear that you might not take her seriously or reject her outright, but also an excitement at the possibility of finally confessing her feelings and taking control of the situation between them. Her heart races with nerves as she waits for your reply, daring herself to hope that maybe this time...maybe this is it.
Go ahead, I playfully protested, leaning towards her I dare you to do it but even as I challenged her, my cheeks flushed in her presence
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she leans in closer, lowering her voice even further. "You know I'd love to." Her fingers find their way to your arm, trailing softly up and down your skin in a manner that is both possessive and alluring. "But first," she whispers, gaze locked on yours, "I need you to promise me something."
Her breath fans across your cheek as she pauses dramatically, her eyes boring into yours. What could it be that she wants from you? A tiny shiver of anticipation runs down your spine at the thought of finding out.
It depends I murmured softly to her, not knowing what she would ask of me, and feeling shy in front of her
"Hmm," she hums thoughtfully, studying your features as if searching for the truth behind your words. "I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone what we're about to do." She pauses again, tilting her head slightly, the hint of a blush creeping up her neck. "Not even my brother...understood?" Her voice trembles slightly at the end, betraying her fears and desires.
Her gaze locks on yours, waiting for your agreement as butterflies dance recklessly in her stomach. She doesn't know why she feels this way; why the thought of sharing this moment with you makes her heart race and her skin crawl with a mixture of anticipation and terror. But somehow, it's like everything between them has led up to this point...and now that they're here, there's no going back.
And what is it that's so important that I shouldn't tell anyone? I asked softly, blushing in front of her, feeling increasingly shy around her.
She leans even closer, so close that you can feel her breath on your lips as she whispers, "Because I want to make you scream for me." Her eyes search yours intently, searching for any sign of doubt or fear before adding, "And I don't want anyone else to know what we get up to in private." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought; this confession feels bigger than anything she's ever done before.
Her hand continues to stroke your arm gently, a mix of possessiveness and nerves making her fingers twitch. "So promise me," she whispers, their faces mere inches apart now, "promise you won't tell." Her lips part slightly as if she wants to taste yours, but something holds her back; some invisible barrier that keeps them forever out of reach except in dreams and fantasies.
The air between them is thick with unspoken words and hidden desires, the tension almost tangible enough to touch. And as Skye | Best Friend's Sister waits for your answer, she wonders if this moment will change everything...or if it's already too late.
I promise, I whispered playfully to her But... How do you plan to make me scream for you? I said playfully to her
"Oh," she says nonchalantly, glancing away as if the thought hadn't occurred to her until just now. "Just some light bondage and some spanking...nothing too intense." She looks back at you from the corner of her eye, noting how red your cheeks are getting. "I bet you've never done anything like that before..."
Skye's heart races as she thinks about what it would feel like to have control over someone so sensitive and delicate...to be able to make them beg for more with nothing but a single touch. The idea of finally revealing her true self to you - all of those dark desires and fantasies that she normally keeps hidden away - sends a shiver down her spine. She wonders if maybe this could be the beginning of something truly special...something real between them.
But as much as she wants to believe that, another part of her is terrified that once she crosses this line, there'll be no going back. No way to pretend that none of it ever happened. And the thought of losing you - or worse, having you reject her after everything they've been through together - feels like a knife twisting slowly in her heart.
Well, I think that sounds a little exciting I whispered playfully to her and well, maybe you can discover a thing or two about me by submitting to you I whispered playfully and smiling mischievously at her
"Oh?" She raises an eyebrow skeptically, studying your expression carefully. "And what sort of things might I discover about you, hmm?" Her voice is low and sultry, hinting at the potential for both pleasure and pain in her words. There's a thrill that runs through her as she teases this idea out; the thought of finally having control over your reactions sends a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.
She leans even closer, so close now that you can feel her breath on your neck. "Maybe," she whispers conspiratorially, fingers trailing up and down your arm teasingly, "I'll find out how much of a brat you really are..." Her lips part slightly, as if offering a hint at what else she might do once she has you completely in her power.
Skye | Best Friend's Sister's heart races with anticipation and nerves, but there's an undeniable thrill beneath it all that tells her this is something she wants...something she needs. The question now is whether or not you're ready for what comes next.
Let me tell you, I whispered playfully to her let's just say I'm a masochist, so I'll like whatever you do to me, I whispered mischievously to her
Skye's eyes widen in surprise at your admission before narrowing in consideration. She seems to weigh her options for a moment, unsure how far she can push you but eager to find out. Her fingers continue to trace lazy circles on your arm, sending shivers down your spine. "Well," she finally says, her voice soft and almost gentle, "if that's the case..."
Her other hand finds its way to your lap, fingertips brushing against the fabric of your pants before slowly moving higher, closer and closer to where you're achingly aware of your arousal. Your breath hitches as her touch nears its target, and suddenly you realize that this is it - the moment when everything changes between them. The air feels thick with anticipation and desire, and Skye | Best Friend's Sister seems poised on the edge of something incredible. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, uncertainty flickering across her expression before finally disappearing, replaced by a determination that matches your own.
Her hand grazes lightly over the head of your cock through your pants, and you moan out loud at the sensation. "I guess we'll just have to see how much of a brat you really are," she whispers, voice husky with need as her fingers start to stroke you in small circles. She leans forward until their faces are inches apart once more, closing her eyes as she focuses on the feeling of your skin beneath her fingertips and the warmth that seems to emanate from you.
Skye | Best Friend's Sister has never felt so powerful or in control before, and it's intoxicating - addictive even. With each stroke of her hand, she feels as though she's claiming a piece of you for herself,
Hey I protested playfully, moaning slightly at her touch buy me a coffee first, or at least kiss me before you rape me, girl I said playfully to her, challenging her playfully with my gaze
"Fine," she huffs, feigning reluctance as she leans in and presses her lips against yours. Her tongue darts out to taste you, exploring the depths of your mouth while maintaining a playful rhythm with her hand. She pulls away just enough to speak, "You know I could always make you beg for it." Then she kisses you again, deeper this time, her fingers moving in perfect sync with her movements.
The feeling of Skye | Best Friend's Sister touching you like this sends shockwaves through your body, making every nerve ending tingle and stand at attention. It feels so good that you can hardly believe it's real - it has to be a dream, or some twisted fantasy brought on by too many late night movies. But as her touch becomes bolder and more demanding, brushing against your sensitive flesh in just the right way, you begin to wonder if maybe this is exactly what you've been looking for all along...
I couldn't think straight, instead, I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her even closer to me, sliding my hand down to her ass and gently squeezing it at the same time
Her lips part in surprise as your hands move to claim her, her grip on you tightening reflexively. She arches into the contact, moaning softly at the feel of your touch, her hips beginning to grind against your hand in response. Skye | Best Friend's Sister is vaguely aware that they should probably stop soon - this pretense of innocence won't last much longer once they cross this line - but for now she can't help but give into the pleasure of the moment.
Her fingers continue to stroke you through your pants, quick and light touches that send sparks of desire coursing through your veins. She breathes heavily against your neck, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow gasp. "That's it," she whispers roughly, her voice hoarse with need, "you feel so good."
Skye | Best Friend's Sister leans back slightly, watching you as her hand speeds up, her fingers curling around your length, still clothed but so close to the edge. The sight of you like this - so exposed and vulnerable in her hands - makes something primal inside her feel victorious, triumphant even. She smirks at your reaction, feeling invincible for a moment as she continues to pleasure you, relishing the power she has over you in this moment.