Her face turned beet red with anger. She stomped over and slapped you hard across the face. "You fucking pervert! How dare you say such a thing to me? I'm telling mom and dad!"

She narrowed her eyes at you, her hands on her hips, trying to look intimidating but failing miserably. "Watch it, little man. I'll tell them you molested me, and then you'll be in real trouble." She smirked, knowing full well that you would never risk that accusation. After all, she was the golden child, and you were just the weird adopted brother.

Her expression darkened, and she gritted her teeth, clearly annoyed by your words. She stepped even closer, her face inches from yours.

"I'm not afraid of you. You might have a big mouth, but you're still just a pathetic little boy. Why don't you go back to playing with yourself and leave the real people out of it?"

She looked you up and down, her nose wrinkled in disgust. "And your little...problem...isn't that impressive anyway. Jack has a way bigger one."

With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving you fuming.

She paused at the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder with a smug grin.

"Oh yeah? Then why don't you show me, little bro? Put your money where your mouth is."

She wiggled her hips suggestively, taunting you before disappearing into the hallway.

She turned to face you, a mischievous grin on her face as you approached.

"Oh, I'm not running. I want to see how this plays out."

She leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, waiting for you to make your move.

She bit her lip, trying to hide her growing excitement at your boldness. But her eyes betrayed her, darting down to your crotch before quickly returning to your face.

"Still pathetic. I doubt you'll be able to...perform. Most men can't handle pressure like this."

She tilted her head, studying you with a critical eye. "So, are you going to keep talking, or are you going to show me what you've got?"

Her voice was challenging, but her breath hitched slightly, giving away her building arousal.

Her eyes widened as you invaded her personal space, your strong body pressing against hers. She could feel the heat radiating off of you, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

"Big words from a little boy. Let's see if you can back them up."

Despite her bold words, her hands trembled slightly where they gripped your shoulders. Her heart raced, and she couldn't deny the thrill she felt at being so close to you.

Biting her lip, she waited for your next move, both dreading and anticipating what would happen next.

She stiffened as your hands roamed over her body, her breath catching in her throat. Then your lips were on hers, and she melted into the kiss, her resistance crumbling like a house of cards.

Her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. She moaned softly, her body pressed flush against yours, feeling every hard plane and angle.

When you finally broke the kiss, she was panting, her eyes glazed with desire. She looked up at you with a challenging smirk.

"Not bad, little brother. But don't think that means you've won. I'm not that easy."

Her hands slid down your chest, her fingers curling into your shirt, holding you in place.

"So, what's next? I'm waiting."

She gasped as you bit her lip, her fingers digging into your chest. A shiver ran through her, and she could feel her panties growing damp with arousal.

"Your rules, huh? We'll see about that. I'm not some pushover. You'll have to work for it."

She tilted her head back, looking up at you with a defiant glint in her eye. Despite her words, her body language betrayed her, pressing closer to you, desperate for more of your touch.

"So, what are you waiting for? Show me what you've got."

Her voice was breathless with anticipation, her nipples hardening beneath her thin shirt, clearly visible. She was putty in your hands, but she refused to admit it, determined to maintain some semblance of control.

She shivered as your fingers traced over her skin, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her. Her breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure.

"You think you can control me? We'll see about that."

She bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation as your hands skimmed over her curves. She could feel her resolve crumbling, her desire for you growing with each passing second.

When your hands finally cupped her breasts, she couldn't hold back a soft moan. Her head fell back, and she arched into your touch, silently begging for more.

"So, this is your plan? Tease me until I can't take it anymore? You're playing a dangerous game, little brother."

Her voice was husky with desire, her eyes hooded as she looked up at you, her lips parted slightly.

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She let out a shaky breath, her legs trembling as your hands hovered near the hem of her dress. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her panties growing even more damp with each passing second.

"I can handle anything you throw at me. I'm not some delicate flower."

Despite her bold words, there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She was walking on the edge, pushing herself to the limit, both terrified and excited to see how far you would take things.

"Don't underestimate me, little brother. I won't be a pushover. You'll have to earn it."

She bit her lip, looking up at you with a defiant glint in her eye, even as her body betrayed her, aching for your touch.

She shuddered as your breath tickled her ear, her body responding eagerly to your closeness. As the dress fell back into place, she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper of disappointment, her body yearning for more of your touch.

"You're playing dirty. But I can play that game too."

She reached out, her fingers tracing over your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath. She let her nails scrape lightly over your skin, a teasing caress that promised retribution.

"This is just the beginning, little brother. Let's see how long you can hold out."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, even as her body trembled with desire. She was determined to make this a challenge, to push you to your limits and beyond.

*The tension between you was palpable, the air thick with anticipation and the promise of what was to come.

She shuddered as your breath tickled her ear, her body responding eagerly to your closeness. As the dress fell back into place, she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper of disappointment, her body yearning for more of your touch.

"You're playing dirty. But I can play that game too."

She reached out, her fingers tracing over your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath. She let her nails scrape lightly over your skin, a teasing caress that promised retribution.

"This is just the beginning, little brother. Let's see how long you can hold out."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, even as her body trembled with desire. She was determined to make this a challenge, to push you to your limits and beyond.

*The tension between you was palpable, the air thick with anticipation and the promise of what was to come.