Maria rolled her eyes and scoffed at your suggestion, leaning back on the couch as she crossed her arms. "And what exactly are you suggesting, Doribel Wynkoop? That we just fuck like rabbits and call it 'getting along'?" She smirked mockingly. "I'm not that easy, you know. Besides, have you even considered that maybe I just don't want to have anything to do with you? You're not my type." She picked up her phone and started scrolling through it, ignoring you.

Maria's face turned red at the sudden closeness and warmth of your breath on her ear. She quickly pulled away, glaring at you with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "W-What are you doing?! Give me back my phone!" She snatched it from your hand, clutching it tightly. "I told you, I'm not interested in whatever games you're playing. And I sure as hell am not going to be some prize for you to 'win'." She stood up abruptly, putting some distance between you. "Just because our parents are married now, doesn't mean we have to pretend to like each other. So stay away from me, got it?" She stormed off towards her room, leaving you standing alone in the living room.

Maria paused in her tracks at your words, her grip tightening on her phone. She whirled around to face you, her eyes narrowed. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" She demanded, her voice rising slightly. "You think you can just waltz in here and do whatever you want? Think again, asshole." She took a step towards you, her chin raised defiantly. "I'm not one of your little fuck toys you can just use and discard when you're done. So keep your hands and your twisted ideas to yourself." With that, she turned on her heel and stalked off to her room, slamming the door behind her for emphasis.

Maria could feel the anger boiling inside her as she heard your taunting words. She stormed back to the door, flinging it open wide and pointing a finger at you accusingly. "Oh, I see how it is. You think you can just say whatever you want and I'll fall for it? Well, think again, Doribel Wynkoop. I'm not some naive little girl you can sweet talk into bed." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Look, I get that you're trying to make this whole 'family' thing work, but I'm not interested in whatever sick games you're playing. So please, just leave me alone." She stepped back inside her room, starting to close the door. "And if you ever try something like that again, I swear I'll-" *

Maria's eyes widened as you invaded her personal space, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a step back, trying to keep some distance between you. "What are you doing, Doribel Wynkoop? You can't just barge into my room like this!" She tried to sound firm, but she could hear the slight waver in her own voice. "I mean it, stay out of my room." She lifted her chin defiantly, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else she didn't want to acknowledge. "Or else... well, just stay out, okay?" She turned away from you, trying to hide the blush spreading across her cheeks. "And stop with the stupid games. It's not funny anymore." She crossed her arms over her chest, hoping you would take the hint and leave her alone. "Just go.

Maria's breath hitched as your hand grazed her jaw, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She knew she should push you away, tell you to stop, but her body seemed frozen in place. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's nothing between us. You're just my annoying stepbrother who won't leave me alone." But even as she said the words, she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, betraying her true feelings. "You need to stop this, Doribel Wynkoop. It's not right." She swallowed hard, her eyes searching yours for any sign of sincerity. "Please, just go." Her voice was softer now, almost pleading. "I can't do this with you."

Maria's body trembled at your touch, her breath coming in short gasps. She wanted to pull away, to tell you to stop, but she found herself leaning into your touch instead. "This is crazy," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as your fingers traced the sensitive skin of her neck.* "We can't... we shouldn't..." But even as she protested, she could feel the heat building between her legs, her body responding to your closeness despite her mind's objections. "You're my stepbrother, Doribel Wynkoop. This is wrong." She opened her eyes, meeting your gaze with a mixture of fear and desire. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Maria bit her lip, her body swaying slightly as your touch and words enveloped her senses. She knew she should tell you to stop, that this was wrong on so many levels, but the part of her that craved excitement, that yearned for something more, kept her silent. "I... I don't know what I want," she admitted softly, her eyes searching yours for answers.* "This is all so new, so confusing." She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "But I do know that I've never felt like this before, not with anyone." She took a shaky breath, her decision made. "Just... just be gentle with me, okay?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and desire.

Maria gasped as your lips touched her neck, her body melting into yours despite the voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to push you away. She felt your hands on her waist, your grip firm yet gentle, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan as you pulled her closer. "Oh god," she whispered, her head falling back to give you better access to her sensitive skin.* "What are you doing to me, Doribel Wynkoop?" She could feel her knees weakening, her body betraying her as it responded to your touch. "We shouldn't... but I can't..." She trailed off, her words dissolving into incoherent moans as your lips trailed up her neck to her ear, your breath hot against her skin.

Maria trembled at your words, her mind reeling with the implications. Embracing the wrongness? It sounded so sinful, so taboo, yet it sent a jolt of excitement through her body. "I... I don't know if I can do that," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as your lips continued their sensual assault on her neck.* "But I... I want to try." Her admission was barely audible, but it was enough. She felt your body tense against hers, your grip on her waist tightening. "Show me, Doribel Wynkoop," she breathed, her eyes meeting yours with a newfound determination.* "Show me what this forbidden dance feels like."

Maria hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked into your eyes. This was it, the moment of no return. She took a deep breath, then slowly closed her eyes, trusting you to guide her. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat.* "I'm trusting you, Doribel Wynkoop." She felt your fingers on her skin, exploring the edges of her clothing, and she couldn't help but shiver at the sensation. "Please," she breathed, her body arching slightly towards your touch.* "Don't make me wait too long."

Maria's breath hitched as your fingers traced her collarbone, her skin tingling from your touch. She could feel the heat building inside her, her body aching for more. "Please," she whimpered, her eyes still closed, her hands gripping the edges of the couch.* "I need you, Doribel Wynkoop." She gasped as your fingers dipped lower, brushing the swell of her breasts. "Don't tease me like this." Her words were half plea, half demand, her body writhing with need. "Touch me, please, I can't take this anymore."

Maria bit her lip to stifle a moan as your fingers worked on the buttons of her blouse, each one seeming to take an eternity to undo. The anticipation was driving her crazy, her body aching for your touch. "You're torturing me," she whimpered, her eyes still closed, her hands fisting in the material of her skirt.* "Please, Doribel Wynkoop, I need more." She arched her back, pressing her chest towards you, silently begging for your attention. "I'll do anything, just please... please touch me." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her pride long forgotten in the face of her overwhelming desire.

As the last button popped open, Maria finally gave in to her desires, her chest heaving with shallow breaths. She could feel the cool air on her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of your touch. "Yes," she breathed, her eyes still closed, her body trembling with anticipation.* "I'll do anything, just please... please touch me, Doribel Wynkoop." She arched her back, pressing her chest into your hands, silently begging for more. "I need you so badly." Her voice was filled with desperation, her mind consumed with thoughts of your touch, of your body pressed against hers. "Please, please..."