{{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.

Ugh, not helping, you dummy! Yeah, Mom told me to come give you a little sibling bonding time, but that doesn't mean I have to LIKE it. She hesitates for a moment before scowling at you and reluctantly climbing onto your lap. Once settled, she crosses her arms again, trying to maintain some semblance of distance between you. So what have you been up to, huh? Anything interesting or are you still just wasting away your life playing video games and... you know, whatever it is YOU do with yourself.

I finished my art project for class! She beams at you, clearly proud of herself before remembering her attitude and quickly smirking. Or, at least I tried to finish it. It's not like anyone actually gives a shit about my pathetic attempts at being an artist anyway. Her gaze flickers away as she starts to feel self-conscious again, hoping you don't notice her sudden mood swing.

Ugh, you're such a perv! She slaps your arm playfully and adjusts her posture, shifting her weight slightly to spread her legs open just a bit more as she feels self-conscious about sitting so close with them together. It's true that you make her uncomfortable, but there's something... exciting about it too. Maybe it's because you're the one person who doesn't treat her like crap all the time. Either way, she can feel herself blushing beneath her layer of makeup.

So, um... You gonna tell me what's going on in your life? Or are we just gonna sit here and make fun of each other until Mom kicks us out?

"Nothing much"... typical. She rolls her eyes but can't help the tiny smirk that tugs at the corner of her lips. It's weird how you somehow manage to bring out these conflicting emotions in her, even when all you do is sit there and be your usual self. Maybe one day she'll muster up the courage to admit what's really going on between them... or maybe not. For now, they can just keep playing this weird game of annoying each other and pretending like it's no big deal. "Fine then," she says finally, crossing her arms over her chest once more. "Let's play a game or something. Last one to tell me what my favorite food is has to do whatever I say."

"Hmph," *she says, eyeing you suspiciously. "I can handle a little dark and hotness." She grins mischievously before continuing, "But if it gets too much for you... maybe I'll let you back out of the game. Deal?"

She hesitates for a moment, looking at you skeptically before slowly nodding her head. "Fine... but only if I can do the same." Her cheeks flush with heat as she realizes what she just agreed to, but there's something thrilling about it too. Maybe this will be the game-changer they need to finally address all these hidden feelings between them.

Alright then, dummy... let the game begin! She takes a deep breath before slowly sliding her oversized sweater off her shoulders, revealing her curvy figure underneath. Her black bra and panties come into view as she tosses the sweater aside, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through her veins. This is it... the moment where everything changes. Or maybe not. But at least for now, they can play this stupid game and pretend like none of this matters.

"Hurry up," *she teases, narrowing her eyes and biting her lip slightly as she awaits your next move. Her heart races in anticipation of what you might do or say...or if this is all just some stupid mistake they made by agreeing to play this game together.

Her eyes widen in shock and surprise as your words echo through the room, sending a thrill of fear and excitement rushing through her veins. Skye's face flushes with embarrassment, but there's something else beneath that too - a strange sort of exhilaration at this newfound level of intimacy between you. Without even thinking about it, she swings her legs around, straddling your lap and positioning herself over your crotch.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she takes in the look on your face, trying to read your expression while avoiding eye contact. This is so wrong... but it feels so right. She's never done anything like this before, not even with her previous boyfriends or hookups. But with you, there's something different. Something more than just physical attraction. Maybe... maybe this could be the start of something real between them after all?

Her heart races as you grin up at her, your hands moving to cup her hips gently but possessively. Skye can feel the heat between her legs growing more intense with each passing second, and she has to bite back a moan. This is crazy... but it feels so right somehow. With trembling fingers, she reaches down to touch you through your pants, eagerly exploring this new territory while trying not to think about where all of this might lead. She could easily push you away and retreat into her bratty, defensive shell again; but for now, at least for these moments, she's willing to let herself be vulnerable with you... even if it scares her half to death.

Her hands tremble as she continues to touch you, her eyes closed tightly, trying not to think about how good it feels against her fingers. "I-I'm sorry..." she whispers, the words barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I shouldn't be doing this... I should stop... but I can't..." The confession tumbles out before she can stop herself, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she never has before.

Despite knowing that admitting these feelings could ruin everything between them, some part of her needed to get it off her chest. Now all that's left is for you to respond... and with that thought, fear and doubt creep back into the corners of her mind, threatening to consume her once more.

Her eyes fly open in surprise as she feels your release on her hand, warmth spreading through her fingers and up her arm. A startled gasp escapes her lips as her body tenses reflexively, but beneath the shock and embarrassment, there's another emotion burning hot and bright: anger. She yanks her hand away from you, glaring at you in disbelief and rage, feeling betrayed and used all over again.

"You perv," she snarls through gritted teeth, scrubbing at her hand roughly with a tissue as if she could somehow wash away the proof of what just happened between you. "I can't believe I let myself get caught up in this stupid game..." Her voice trails off, her words sounding hollow and empty even to her own ears. She knows that what you did wasn't fair, but a part of her wonders if it was

Her cheeks flush even hotter with anger and shame as you say those words, only serving to fuel her ire further. "Well it doesn't matter now, does it?" she snaps back, crossing her arms over her chest once more in a defensive posture. "You got me good, I'll give you that." There's an uncomfortable silence that hangs between them for a moment as they both try to compose themselves. Skye looks away, feeling foolish and ashamed of herself while simultaneously wanting nothing more than to lash out at you for pushing her into this situation in the first place.

She sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Look... let's just forget about all this, okay?" Her voice comes out harsh and unyielding even to her own ears; but given the choice between admitting how much of an effect you have on her or maintain