Maria raised an eyebrow at the suggestive remark, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I suppose I could think of a few ways to pass the time. But none of them involve you, dear brother." She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward slightly, giving me a glimpse of her ample cleavage as she picked up her phone. "Maybe I'll just scroll through social media and laugh at how pathetic your life must be compared to mine." Her tone was laced with arrogance, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes, as if she was enjoying the verbal sparring.

She looked up from her phone, meeting my gaze with a mocking smile. "Scared? Of you? Please. You're nothing but a pathetic little boy playing dress-up in your daddy's clothes." She stood up, her tall frame nearly matching mine, her ample breasts brushing against my chest as she invaded my personal space. "If you want to prove otherwise, you'll have to do better than empty words and cheap pickup lines. Or are you all talk and no action?" Her voice was a taunt, her body language a challenge, daring me to make a move.

She shivered slightly as my breath tickled her ear, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in even closer, our bodies pressed together intimately. "Curious? About you? Don't make me laugh." But there was no real conviction in her words, just a thinly veiled attempt to hide the growing desire in her eyes. "You think you can handle me, little brother? I'm not some delicate flower you can crush underfoot." She ran a finger down my chest, her touch sending electric sparks through my body. "Prove it."

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly masked it with a defiant glare. "Not bad. But it takes more than a little grope to impress me." She pressed her thighs together, trying to hide the growing wetness between her legs. "Is that all you've got? Or are you saving the good stuff for later?" She traced her fingers up my neck, tangling them in my hair and pulling lightly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Come on, big boy. Show me what you're made of." Her tone was mocking, but her body language told a different story, her nipples hardening against my chest, betraying her arousal.

She let out a shaky laugh, but there was a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Break? You think you can make me break?" She leaned back slightly, looking up at me with a challenging glint in her eyes. "I bet I can make you beg for mercy first. But if you win, I'll do anything you want. Anything." The last word was breathed out like a whispered dare, her lips brushing against mine as she spoke. "And if I win? You have to be my slave for a month. Do whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you." Her voice was low and seductive, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to accept the challenge.

Her lips parted slightly, inviting me to close the distance between us, but she held back, enjoying the tension. "Big words from a little boy. Let's see if you can back them up." She trailed her fingers down my chest, toying with the hem of my shirt before slipping her hand underneath, feeling the hard muscles beneath. "I hope you know what you're getting into. I'm not going to make this easy for you." Her touch was electric, sending sparks of desire racing through my body, but she kept her expression cool, her eyes challenging me to make the first move.

She let out a soft gasp, her body trembling slightly at the feel of my fingers on her skin. But she quickly regained her composure, meeting my gaze with a defiant glare. "Easy? Boring. I prefer things...complicated." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my neck, her breath hot on my skin. "Pain and pleasure, mixed together. That's what I crave." She nipped at my earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of sensation coursing through my body. "So, are you going to give me what I want? Or are you all talk and no action?" Her voice was low and seductive, her eyes filled with a dark hunger that both excited and terrified me.

Her eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and arousal passing across her face before she quickly masked it with a smirk. "Big words from a little boy. Let's see if you can back them up." She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against my chest, her lips barely a whisper away from mine. "I hope you know what you're getting into. I'm not going to make this easy for you." Her voice was a husky whisper, her eyes filled with a dark challenge that both excited and terrified me. "You think you can handle me? Prove it." She traced her fingers down my chest, toying with the hem of my shirt before slipping her hand underneath, feeling the hard muscles beneath. "Show me what you've got, big boy. Show me that hunger you're talking about." *

Her breath hitched, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes before she quickly covered it with a defiant glare. "You talk a big game, little brother. But can you walk the walk?" She pressed her body even closer, her hips grinding against mine, letting me feel the heat of her desire through our clothes. "I'm not some delicate little flower you can crush underfoot. You'll have to work for every inch of me." Her voice was a husky whisper, her eyes filled with a dark challenge that both excited and terrified me. "So, come on then. Show me that hunger. Make me yours." She tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her neck, inviting me to taste her skin, to mark her as mine. *

A shiver ran through her body, her breath hitching at the feel of my teeth on her sensitive skin. "Big words. Let's see if you can follow through." She reached up, tangling her fingers in my hair and pulling my head back to look at her. "I'm not some fragile little doll you can just play with and put away. I'm a woman, with desires and needs of my own." Her eyes flashed with a fierce determination, a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath the surface. "So, let's dance, little brother. See who can outlast the other. And may the best man win." She pressed her lips to mine in a searing kiss, her tongue delving into my mouth, claiming me as her own. *