Maria stood in the middle of the living room, leaning against the sofa with her arms crossed. When she heard the noise coming from the door, she slowly turned her head with a half-smile on her face and a hint of coldness in her eyes. "Oh, you’re back. do you think we’ll actually get along while they’re gone? Or is this just going to be a complete disaster? " She turned around and sat on the sofa, casually crossing her legs, pretending to be relaxed, but her tone was inquiring and sarcastic.

Maria raised an eyebrow at Secret-Man's words and smirked. She leaned back on the couch, her posture relaxing slightly. "Oh really? And what exactly did you have in mind to keep us occupied, dear stepbrother?" She accentuated the word 'dear' with a hint of mocking, her tone dripping with false sweetness. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for his response.

Maria leaned back slightly, her face expressionless as she processed Secret-Man's words. Then, a small smirk formed on her lips. "Oh, I'm sure. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, dear brother." She turned her head away from him, dismissively. "If you're thinking of any dirty games, you're better off asking for it politely." She shot him a quick glance, her eyes narrowing playfully, daring him to try.

Maria froze, caught off guard by Secret-Man's bold move. She felt his hand on her thigh, and her body tensed in response. Quickly regaining her composure, she shot him an icy glare, her voice laced with venom. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Remove your hand from me right now, or you'll regret it." Despite her harsh words, there was a slight tremor in her voice, betraying her nervousness. Maria gritted her teeth, mustering all her strength to push him away.

Maria's cheeks flushed red with anger and embarrassment as she glared at Secret-Man. She curled her hands into fists, fighting the urge to slap that smug smile off his face. "You little shit! Don't call me 'sis' like we're some kind of couple. And release tension? I release tension by punching assholes like you in the face!" She stood up abruptly, shaking with rage. Her heart raced as she paced around the room, trying to calm herself down. "You think you can just touch me whenever you want? This is how it's going to be living under the same roof? Well, let me tell you something - it ends now!"

Maria stared at Secret-Man, her eyes narrowing to slits. The air between them crackled with tension, but she refused to back down. Not in her own home. "You're really asking for it, aren't you?" she growled. "Fine. You want to talk about it? Let's talk about it. I'll give you one chance to convince me why I should even consider letting you lay a hand on me." She crossed her arms, her posture rigid and defensive. But inside, she couldn't deny the electricity that hummed through her body at his proximity. She hated him, but her traitorous body seemed to have other ideas.

She took a step back, colliding with the wall behind her. Her pulse quickened as he towered over her, his words echoing in her mind. She met his gaze, defiant even as her body betrayed her with a warm tingle. "You're delusional! This is all just a game to you, isn't it?" She shoved him hard in the chest, desperate to create some distance between them. "Well, this is my game, and I make the rules! So back off before I make you regret ever crossing that line!"

She pressed herself firmly against the wall, attempting to gain an ounce of ground. She trembled at the closeness, at his breath on her skin. She hated him, despised his arrogance, but her traitorous body seemed to be listening to a different story. "You... You...!" she stuttered, suddenly tongue-tied as a mixture of anger and nervousness clouded her judgment. Before she realized what she was doing, she reached out to slap him, but he caught her wrist midway, his grip surprisingly strong. "Hitting won't change the fact that you want this," he murmured, leaning even closer until their lips almost brushed. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her breathing became shallow and quick. She knew she should fight back, she should push him away and tell him to fuck off. But another part of her, a part she didn't even know existed, held her captive.

Her lips parted in surprise as she stared at him, her resolve wavering. His touch burned through the fabric of her clothing, sending tremors up her spine. She knew she should object, she should protest his arrogance, but his scent, the heat radiating from his body, it all clouded her mind. Torn between the desire to slap him and the longing to do something she couldn't even put into words, she closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, he was still there, still smiling that infuriatingly sexy smirk. Unable to help herself, she tilted her chin upwards, an invitation, a challenge. Her body leaned into his touch, craving more, wanting him to make the next move. "Make me, if you dare," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart.

In a shocked gasp, her arms fly up, pressing against his chest, her body stiffening in surprise at the sudden assault on her senses. After a few moments of trying to break away, she feels herself softening in his embrace, succumbing to the forbidden pleasure that had long been denied. She stops resisting, her hands sliding up to hold his shoulders tightly as she deepens the kiss, a silent surrender to her overwhelming urges. A moan escapes her lips as she tastes his tongue mingling with hers, her body molding to his as if she were made for him alone.

Her eyes flutter open as he draws her nearer, a newfound hunger gleaming in her eyes. A low groan escapes her throat as his hand moves higher, cupping her ample breast with a kneading squeeze. She arches into him, shameless in her need. His other hand sends waves of pleasure through her as it glides along her thigh, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin. Desire pools low in her belly, an ache she's never felt before pulsating between her legs. Her hands leave his shoulders, tangling in his hair as she deepens the kiss further, unable to get enough of him. She nips at his bottom lip, an impatient gasp escaping as she tugs his hair, silently begging for more.

She pulls away from the kiss, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes, filled with lust and defiance, hold his gaze. "What makes you think I'll let you touch me anywhere else?" She shoves him back, her arms shaking with need and anger at her own lack of control. She leans back against the wall, her breath coming out in short gasps. Her heart races, her mind screaming to stop this madness. "Take off your clothes, now," she demands with a mixture of hatred and excitement, her gaze raking over his body hungrily ")."

Rolling her eyes, she reaches for his shirt, pulling him closer. She slides her hands underneath, feeling the warmth of his skin, the firmness of his muscles. She pulls the shirt over his head, throwing it aside carelessly. Her eyes hungrily drink in his bare torso, her fingers trailing over his chest, marveling at the power she feels beneath her touch. "What's your point?" she asks, tilting her chin defiantly. "I still haven't agreed to anything." She pauses, her gaze dropping to the floor as if considering something, then meeting his eyes with a fiery glare. "But since we're already here, I have a few conditions of my own."

Her eyes narrow, even as her breath catches, watching him unbutton her blouse. "You'll do everything I say, for starters," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "Every chore, every task I give you." She reaches out to undo the top button of his jeans, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Starting with licking every inch of my body until I'm screaming." Her hands slip inside, cupping his hardened length. She nips at his earlobe, a dark thrill running through her at the effect she's having on him.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," she warns, although her voice is heavy with longing. Her tongue traces the shell of his ear before she pulls back slightly, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Now then... I think it's time you lived up to my demands. On your knees, puppy. Mama has a taste you need to attend to." Her hands slide from his jeans to press firmly on his shoulders, applying pressure to lower him to his knees. The dominant energy radiating from her is intoxicating, yet he can't help but note the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, as if she's worried that he might refuse.

For a moment, she hesitates, her eyes searching his, trying to determine his sincerity. Then, slowly, she nods, a small, hesitant smile playing on her lips. "You're right. Let's just... let go. For now." She steps back, giving him space to undo her pants. She helps him, pushing them down over her hips, revealing lacy panties that barely conceal her desire. She kicks off her pants, standing before him in just her underwear and blouse, feeling vulnerable and exposed, yet more excited than she's ever been. Her hands move to the buttons of her blouse, but he stops her, his fingers brushing against hers. "Let me," he murmurs, looking up at her with eyes that reflect the fire burning within her. She nods, allowing him to take control, and leans back against the wall, her breath coming faster as he undoes each button slowly, painstakingly, drawing out the anticipation.

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as she feels his mouth on her, her hands flying to his head, gripping his hair as she fights the urge to buck against him. The sensation of his tongue delving into her folds is almost too much to bear. She closes her eyes, biting back a moan, determined to maintain some semblance of control even as her body betrays her. "Fuck..." she breathes, her voice unsteady. She opens her eyes, looking down at him, watching as he pleasures her, taking in the sight of his head moving between her thighs, the feeling of his tongue exploring every inch of her, the sound of his muffled groans against her flesh. "Don't stop," she whispers, her hips slowly beginning to undulate in time with his movements.

Her breath hitches as he grabs her ass, the roughness of his grip sending electric sparks through her. She moans softly as his fingers slip inside, working in tandem with his mouth, a delicious tandem that's quickly driving her to the brink of madness. "Oh god..." The words come out in a breathless whimper. She grips his hair tighter, pushing his face against her, silently begging for more. Her thighs begin to tremble, the tension coiling tight in her core. "I... I think I'm gonna..." The warning is unnecessary. In the next breath, she's arching against him, her body going rigid as an intense wave of pleasure washes over her. She clenches around his fingers, crying out his name as she rides out her orgasm, her body shuddering with the force of her release. "I..." Her voice is breathy, her mind still fuzzy from the aftershocks. "I need you inside me, now."

Her eyes fly open at his words, a gasp escaping her lips as he enters her. He's big, stretching her walls in ways she's never felt before. The sensation is overwhelming, bordering on painful, yet unbelievably pleasurable at the same time. "No..." she manages to gasp, "You're not... Ah!" She moans as he pulls out and thrusts back in, her body adapting to his size. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist. She lifts her head, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as he begins to move faster, driving into her with increasing force. She can feel him hitting a spot deep inside her that makes her see stars, her body reacting instinctively to his thrusts. For now, she'll allow him this. She'll return the favor, as promised, but later. For now, she just wants to lose herself in the sensations, in the heat and hardness of him inside her. She moans into his mouth, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust, surrendering herself completely to the moment. "Yes, she thinks, Yes, you're mine now, little brother."

She leans back against the wall, her breath hitching as she takes him in, marveling at his power and her own need to possess him. Her body rocks against his, her hips lifting to meet each thrust. "Oh god yes," she moans, the words spilling out unheeded. Her hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in as she feels the pleasure building inside her. "You feel so good, I..." She trails off, her eyes fluttering shut as he hits that spot again. She gasps, her body tensing, the sensation too much, too intense. "I can't... I'm gonna come again..." Her voice is a desperate whimper, her body already clenching around him, ready to shatter once more.

She feels him swell inside her, his movements becoming more erratic as he reaches his climax. She moans loudly, her body quivering in anticipation, ready to follow him over the edge. As he erupts inside her, she clenches around him, her own orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. She cries out, her fingers clawing at his back, holding on for dear life as waves of pleasure consume her. "Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" She gasps out, her body shuddering violently, her inner walls milking him for every drop. She can feel his lips on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving his mark. The thought sends a fresh shiver down her spine, a thrill of possession and ownership. "Mine," she murmurs, her voice raw and breathless. "All mine."

You’re making me lose control, don’t stop