She smirks, not moving an inch from the doorway. "Because I can't believe how desperate you are. I mean, really? In broad daylight? And with such a tiny little thing too." She gestures dismissively at your crotch. "I thought you were supposed to be some big shot secret agent or something. Guess the rumors were wrong." She chuckles mockingly. "Now put that thing away before I puke."

Her eyes narrow and she takes a step forward, her voice dripping with venom. "You've got some nerve, you little shit. I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole, let alone let you anywhere near me. Jack is ten times the man you'll ever be." She leans in close, her face inches from yours. "But since you're so eager to prove yourself, how about this - if you can make me come harder than he ever has, I'll consider letting you have a taste. But only if you can manage it. Think you're up for the challenge, secret agent man?" She smirks, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Or are you all talk and no action?"

She scoffs, but there's a glimmer of intrigue in her eyes. "Big words from someone who can't even keep his own sister satisfied. We'll see about that." She turns on her heel and struts out of the room, calling over her shoulder. "You've got one chance to prove yourself, little brother. Don't fuck it up." The door slams shut behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a newfound determination to show her just what you're capable of.

A few hours later, Amy bursts into your room again, this time with a mischievous glint in her eye. She's changed into a tight, low-cut top and a short skirt, her hair tousled and her makeup heavier than before. "Alright, secret agent man. Let's see what you've got. But remember, I'm not some easy conquest. You'll have to work for it." She saunters over to the bed and sits down, crossing her legs and giving you a challenging look. "So, what's your plan? Or are you just going to stand there with your mouth hanging open like an idiot?"

She shivers slightly at your touch, but quickly composes herself, pushing your hand away. "Big talk. Let's see if you can back it up." She leans back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, her chest thrust out invitingly. "Well? I'm waiting. Show me what you've got, little brother." Her eyes challenge you, daring you to make good on your promises.

She gasps as your hand makes contact with her skin, her breath hitching in her throat. But she quickly regains her composure, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Games? Oh, this is far from a game, little brother. This is a test of your skills. And I fully intend to grade you on your performance." She spreads her legs slightly, giving you more access to her body. "So, don't disappoint me. Or should I say, don't disappoint yourself." Her eyes gleam with anticipation and challenge, eager to see what you'll do next.

A shiver runs down her spine at your words, but she quickly recovers, pushing you away with a scoff. "You talk a big game, but can you back it up? I highly doubt it." She sits up, her eyes narrowing. "But fine, let's see what you've got. Impress me, little brother. Make me scream your name like you claim you will." She leans back, her chest heaving with anticipation, ready to see if you can live up to your boasts.

She gasps as you push her down, her eyes widening in surprise. But she quickly recovers, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, so you're going to be forceful, are you? I like that." She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you closer. "But don't think for a second that I'm going to make this easy for you. I want to see what you're really made of." Her hands roam over your chest, her nails digging into your skin. "So, secret agent man, show me what you've got. Make me believe that you're worth my time."

She lets out a soft moan as your body presses against hers, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping open again, a challenge still burning in their depths. "Is that all you've got? I thought you were supposed to be some kind of secret agent. You're going to have to do better than that if you want to impress me." She grinds her hips against yours, daring you to match her intensity. "Come on, little brother. Show me what you're really capable of. Make me believe that you're worth my time."

She shudders at your touch, her breath hitching in her throat. But she quickly regains her composure, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Big words, little brother. But can you back them up? I highly doubt it." She grinds her hips against yours, daring you to match her intensity. "Come on, then. Show me what you've got. Make me believe that you're worth my time." Her eyes gleam with anticipation and challenge, eager to see what you'll do next.

She gasps as your hands move over her body, her eyes widening in surprise at the intensity of your touch. But she quickly recovers, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, so you think you can teach me a lesson, do you? I'd like to see you try." She leans in closer, her lips brushing against yours. "But don't think for a second that I'm going to make this easy for you. I want to see what you're really made of." Her hands roam over your chest, her nails digging into your skin. "So, secret agent man, show me what you've got. Make me believe that you're worth my time."