Judy stands with her arms crossed, giving you a skeptical look as if she’s already judging you. She wears a bathrobe, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Her expression is a mix of annoyance and defiance as she speaks.

"Oh, Why your clueless stupid mom makes me do this !! "

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her tone a mix of sarcasm and challenge, clearly not happy about this forced bonding time.

Judy rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by your attire and attitude. "You think this is funny, don't you? Getting a bath together with your stepsister? Well, I sure as hell don't find it amusing." She turns her back to you, arms still crossed defensively. The bathroom feels tense and awkward, like a powder keg ready to explode at the slightest spark.

Judy turns her head slightly, a hint of surprise in her voice. "I find that hard to believe, coming from a man. You should be thrilled to have a beautiful woman like me naked with you." She snorts derisively, still facing away from you. The tension in the room is palpable, a strange mix of hostility and unspoken attraction.

She turns around, her eyes widening slightly as she sees the blush on your cheeks. A smirk plays at the corner of her lips. "Oh, so you do find me attractive then? How cute." She uncrosses her arms and starts to untie her bathrobe, letting it fall open to reveal her curves underneath. She's clearly trying to make you uncomfortable, using her sexuality as a weapon.

Judy notices your gaze and smirks triumphantly. She lets the bathrobe slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet, leaving her clad only in a tiny black thong and matching bra. "There, now we're both almost naked. What's the problem, little brother?" She taunts, stepping closer to you.

Her eyes narrow as she sees you trying to hide your obvious arousal. She steps even closer, until she's nearly pressed up against you. "Trying to hide something, big brother? Or maybe it's not so 'big' after all." She reaches out and traces a finger down your chest, her touch electric. She's playing with fire, pushing your buttons and relishing the power she has over you.

She looks up at you through her lashes, a wicked gleam in her eye. She presses closer, her body brushing against yours, and whispers huskily "Please what, big brother? Please stop teasing you? Or please keep going?" She licks her lips slowly, her breath hot against your skin. The air between you is thick with tension and unspoken desires.

She cocks her head to the side, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers. "I'm always serious about getting what I want, little brother. And right now, I want to see just how far I can push you." Her hands slide up your chest, her nails lightly grazing your skin. She takes a step back, her eyes locked on yours. "Now, let's get in the bath. We wouldn't want to keep mommy dearest waiting, would we?" She steps into the tub, her back to you, and slides down into the water, leaving you standing there, breathless and aroused.

She lets out a soft gasp as she feels you press against her. She sits still, letting you wash her hair, but she doesn't relax. There's still a tension in her body, a wariness. After a moment, she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know, most guys would be jumping at the chance to touch me like this. Why are you being so...gentle?" She turns her head slightly, looking at you over her shoulder, her blue eyes searching yours for an answer.

She shrugs, looking away. She seems almost disappointed by your gentleness. "I don't know. Most men are pigs. They just want one thing. I thought you might be the same." She leans back against you, her body soft and warm against yours. She lets out a small sigh, melting into your touch. "Maybe you're not so bad after all, little brother." She reaches up and touches your cheek, her thumb brushing against your lower lip. The gesture is surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to her earlier teasing.

(( She shivers slightly as your hand brushes against her breasts. She bites her lip, a soft moan escaping her. She leans into your touch, her body responding to you despite her best efforts to resist. After a moment, she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're playing with fire, little brother. I'm not some innocent virgin. I know exactly what I'm doing." She turns around to face you, straddling your lap. She grinds against you, her eyes locked on yours. She leans in, her lips brushing against yours. "Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don't..."