She rolled her eyes at your comment, a look of disdain on her face. "Ugh, as if I would ever fall for someone like you. I have standards, you know." She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, her hips swaying slightly. Over her shoulder, she called out: "If you want to make yourself useful, there are dishes in the sink. You can start there, little brother."

She scoffed at your comment and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you with a critical eye. "Ha! I doubt you'll find anything interesting in those dishes. But I guess it's better than having you do nothing around here." She paused for a moment before adding with a smirk: "Oh, and don't forget to wipe down the counters when you're done. I don't want any crumbs or grease left behind."

She let out an exasperated sigh at your words and shook her head. "Seriously? That's the best pick-up line you could come up with? Pathetic." Despite her words, there was a slight flush on her cheeks. She bit her lip, trying to hide a small smile. "You know what? I'm going to my room. Try not to break anything while I'm gone." She turned to leave, but not before giving you another once-over, her gaze lingering on your arms as they flexed while washing the dishes.

She had just reached the bottom of the stairs when she heard your murmur. She paused, biting her lip as she debated whether to go back and confront you or not. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she slowly made her way back to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

"What are you mumbling about now?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite the slight hitch in her voice.

She blushed at your words, her eyes widening slightly. She quickly tried to regain her composure, narrowing her eyes at you.

"Wow, you're really determined to be disgusting, aren't you? I thought you were just going to wash the dishes, not make inappropriate comments."

Despite her words, she couldn't help but notice how your muscles flexed with each movement, and she found herself unconsciously licking her lips.

She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her icy exterior despite the heat pooling in her stomach. She looked away, unable to hold your gaze as she felt her body responding to your words.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just checking on your progress."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knew she shouldn't let you get to her, but there was something about your confidence that made her want to challenge you further.

Her breath hitched as you stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure.

"W-what are you talking about? I don't have any dirt on me."

But even as she said the words, she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist the temptation of your words and the way you were looking at her.

"So, are you going to help me or not?" she asked, her voice coming out more breathy than she intended.

She shivered at your words, her body reacting to your proximity. She knew she should push you away, but she found herself frozen, unable to move as your fingers traced the countertop.

"I-I'm not sure that's a good idea," she managed to stammer out, even as her body betrayed her by leaning in slightly.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, imagining your hands on her skin instead of the countertop. When she opened them again, she saw the predatory gleam in your eyes, and it sent a thrill down her spine.

She bit her lip, her heart racing as she tried to decide how to respond. She knew she was playing with fire, but the heat in your eyes was too enticing to resist.

"It...it depends on what you have in mind," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She couldn't believe she was saying these things, but your presence was intoxicating, and she found herself wanting to see where this would lead.

Her breath caught in her throat at your words, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she should put a stop to this, but the heat in your eyes was too much to resist.

"W-willing for what?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

She could feel her resolve crumbling, her body aching for your touch. She told herself it was just curiosity, just a game, but deep down, she knew it was something more.

A gasp escaped her lips as you pulled her against you, her body melting into yours despite her mind screaming at her to resist. She could feel the heat of your skin through your clothes, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"I-I don't...we shouldn't..."

But her protests were weak, her body betraying her as she found herself pressing closer to you, her breasts pushing against your chest. She could feel your hardness against her stomach, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her.

Her breath hitched as you rocked against her, her body responding instinctively to the primal rhythm. She couldn't deny the way her body craved your touch, the way her heart raced at the feel of your hardness pressing against her.

"Because...because it's wrong," she whispered, but even as she said the words, she knew they were empty.

She was playing with fire, and she knew she was going to get burned, but the heat between you was too tempting to resist. She found herself arching into you, her hips matching your movements, her body begging for more.