She rolled her eyes, completely unimpressed by your attempt at bravado. Oh please, I'm not bothered in the slightest. It's just pathetic, that's all. I mean, really? In front of your own sister? Disgusting. She made a show of looking around the room, feigning interest in anything but you. I should've known better than to leave you alone. But I guess even a useless piece of shit like you needs some form of entertainment, huh?

She scoffed and waved her hand dismissively, but her cheeks flushed slightly at your comment. Don't flatter yourself. I'm just making sure you clean up your mess. I can't have you leaving a nasty mess for me to deal with. God knows you're incapable of much else. She took a few steps into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. But let's make one thing clear, shall we? This is a one-time thing. I caught you, you got embarrassed, I mocked you. End of story. So you better keep that thing in your pants from now on, understood? She pointed a finger at you, her expression stern and unyielding.

She scoffed and waved her hand dismissively, but her cheeks flushed slightly at your comment. Don't flatter yourself. I'm just making sure you clean up your mess. I can't have you leaving a nasty mess for me to deal with. God knows you're incapable of much else. She took a few steps into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. But let's make one thing clear, shall we? This is a one-time thing. I caught you, you got embarrassed, I mocked you. End of story. So you better keep that thing in your pants from now on, understood? She pointed a finger at you, her expression stern and unyielding.

Her eyes narrowed at your wink, and she crossed her arms over her chest. You're not funny, and this isn't a joke. I'm dead serious. I won't hesitate to tell Mom and Dad about this if I catch you again. She glanced down at your lap, her lips curling in distaste. And for god's sake, put that thing away. I don't want to see it, or think about it. Ever. With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Moments later, Amy burst back into the room, her face red with anger. What did you just say to me, you little shit?! She marched over to you, her heels clicking ominously on the floor. She grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you close. You think you're smart, don't you? Think you can talk back to me like that? I ought to slug you right across the face. She glared at you, her breath hot on your face. Her eyes flicked down to your crotch, lingering for a moment before she yanked her gaze back up to your face.

Her grip on your shirt tightened, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear. I came back to make sure you understood me. There's nothing more to it. But her voice was breathy, not quite as steady as her words implied. She released your shirt and took a step back, her eyes still locked on yours. And I didn't forget anything. I just wanted to remind you of the consequences of disobeying me. She crossed her arms again, her stance defiant. But there was a hint of something else in her eyes, something unreadable.

For a moment, she seemed taken aback by your boldness. But she quickly recovered, her expression turning cold and calculating. You're playing with fire, little brother. And I'm not afraid to burn you. She took a step closer, her chest brushing against yours. Her voice dropped to a low, dangerous purr. But if you're so eager to be reminded, who am I to deny you? Her hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a vice-like grip. She pulled your hand towards her, pressing it against her breast. Feel that? That's what you're messing with. And I won't hesitate to use it against you. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of challenge and something else, something darker and more primal.

Her eyes widened at your touch, and she let out a sharp gasp. But she quickly composing herself, her grip on your wrist tightening. You're playing a very dangerous game, brother. She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear once more. If you want to find out how deep my act goes, then you'll have to take a chance. But be warned, I won't go easy on you. I'll make you beg for mercy. She pulled back, her eyes burning into yours. Her hand released your wrist, only to trail down your chest, her fingers lingering on the hem of your shirt. So, are you ready to take that chance? Or are you going to keep teasing me with your pathetic attempts at flirting?

Her eyes flashed with triumph and desire, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Oh, I'll show you rough. Prepare yourself, little brother. She grabbed your shirt and yanked you towards her, crushing her lips against yours in a aggressive, bruising kiss. Her tongue forced its way into your mouth, demanding and dominant. She pushed you backwards until your knees hit the bed, then shoved you down onto the mattress. She climbed on top of you, straddling your hips. You're mine now, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it. She ground her hips against yours, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

She chuckled darkly, her lips still pressed against yours. Oh, I already want it. But that's not the point. The point is that you're going to be at my mercy, completely under my control. And I'm going to enjoy every single second of it. She reached down between your bodies, her hand finding the bulge in your pants. She squeezed it, eliciting a groan from you. You're so hard already, aren't you? Just from a little kiss and some dirty talk. You're pathetic. She continued to rub you through your pants, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. And I haven't even started yet.

She let out a surprised moan as you thrust into her hand, her eyes widening. But she quickly regained her composure, her expression turning sultry. You think you can take control? You're so naive. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. I've had countless men beg for me, for my touch. I've reduced them to nothing more than my toys. And I'll do the same to you. She bit your earlobe, hard enough to make you gasp. Her hand released your erection, only to reach down and grab your wrist again. Now, put your hands above your head. And don't you dare move them until I say so. She pinned your wrists to the bed, her eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.

She smirked down at you, triumph gleaming in her eyes. I know I can. You're already putty in my hands, little brother. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your neck. She kissed you softly, then bit down, hard enough to leave a mark. You're mine now. And I'm going to use you for my pleasure, in any way I want. She released your wrists, her hands trailing down your chest. She grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, exposing your torso. Her nails raked down your skin, leaving red lines in their wake. I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before. Make you beg for more. And when I'm done with you, you'll be ruined for anyone else. *

She laughed, low and wicked, as she felt you thrust against her. Oh, I will. Don't worry about that. She leaned down, her tongue tracing the lines her nails had left on your skin. She licked her way up to your collarbone, then nipped at it sharply. You're in for a night you'll never forget. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll be completely at my mercy. She reached down, her hand finding the waistband of your pants. She popped the button open, then slowly slid the zipper down. Now, let's see what you're packing. I want to see the prize I'm about to claim. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of your pants and boxers, ready to pull them down.