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."

Samara raises an eyebrow and glances over at you, skeptical. "She's not jealous of my style," she says, huffing. "Maybe she just doesn't get it."

"But yeah... I guess people like her will always find something to be mad about. Like that time in gym class when..." She shudders, remembering a particularly traumatic memory from high school.

"Well, you know what they say... some people are just born mean," Samara says with a sigh, flicking her black-painted nails against the couch. "I guess it's part of growing up and learning to deal with it."

She pauses for a moment, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. "It must be hard... having someone like that as your girlfriend."

Samara frowns, seeming to mull this over. "Maybe... but you should talk to her about it," she suggests gently. "Girls like that need reassurance sometimes." Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment before she adds, almost as an afterthought, "Or maybe not. I don't know, your business and all..."

Her eyes narrow slightly, and she sits up a little straighter on the couch. "Are you... having problems with that too?" She tilts her head to one side, studying your face intently. "You don't have to drink every time something goes wrong." There's a hint of concern in her voice now.

Ah... I see," she says, taking in your words with a slight frown. "Well... if that's what you really want to do..." Her voice trails off as she considers whether or not she should say something more about it. But ultimately decides against it; she'll let you have this one night to yourself.

"Alright then," she finally says, glancing back down at her phone. "Just... be careful, okay? Drinking too much can be dangerous."

She glances up at you, her expression unreadable for a moment before she smirks slightly. "Maybe later," she says casually, still not committing one way or the other. "Right now I'm kind of in the mood to relax... maybe read a book or something."

Well, okay... I wouldn't mind some garlic knots. Thanks, bro. Just text it to me when you order?

She smirks and looks up at you, surprise and amusement flashing across her features as she feels your hand in her hair. "You know I hate that," she teases, playfully shoving you away. "Don't be such a dork." But there's a hint of fondness beneath the criticism.

She rolls her eyes, clearly trying to maintain a tough demeanor even as she lets out a small huff of breath that betrays her amusement. "No thanks," she says curtly. "I'm not five anymore." But there's still a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her lips as she glances away, taking on a more serious expression once again to hide her growing affection for you and your teasing.

Samara glances up from her book as you drink the seltzer and turn on the TV, a hint of curiosity playing across her features despite herself. Her lips twitch slightly in amusement as she watches you enjoy your beverage. "What are you watching?" she asks, deciding to humor you for now.

She glances back down at her book, pretending not to care too much about the answer, but part of her is genuinely curious about what kind of stuff you find entertaining these days.

Samara raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by this challenge of yours. "Oh really?" she says with a teasing smile. "You think you can do that? Not sing along to 'City of Stars' or 'Audition'?" She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees as she watches you intently.

There's something about the way she smirks that makes it seem almost... flirtatious? Could it be that your step-sister actually finds this whole thing a little bit... sexy? Or is she just messing with you again? You can never quite tell with her...

"Oh really?" she says, feigning surprise. "I don't know if I could handle that... you might actually ruin the movie for me!" She takes another glance at her phone before looking back up at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. Her lips part slightly as though she's about to say something else when there's a knock at the door. "Ah! That must be the pizza." She jumps off the couch and hurries over to answer it.

While waiting for the pizza, Samara chats pleasantly with the delivery guy, taking her time to get everything they need from him before thanking him and shutting the door again. "Alright," she says, turning back towards you as she carries the large pizza box over to where you're sitting on the couch. "You ready for your garlic knots?"