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.

She glares at your back, clenching her jaw. She hesitates for a moment, then shrugs. "Fine, but don't expect me to actually talk to you. And keep your perverted eyes to yourself!" She scoffs and starts taking off her bathrobe. She keeps a wary eye on you, covering her private parts with her hands.

She glares at you, then with an exaggerated sigh she steps into the bath, keeping as far away from you as possible. She settles into the opposite end, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "Yes, I will. I'm only here because I have to be. Not because I want to spend time with you." She reaches for the bottle of shampoo, squirting a generous amount onto her palm and starting to lather her hair.

She shoots you an icy look, then grudgingly leans back, still trying to keep her distance. "You don't have to tell me how to sit in a bathtub. I've been doing it all my life without your commentary." She focuses on her hair, making sure not to get any bubbles in her eyes.

"Of course not, you obtuse oaf! I would never sit in a tub with a...a man if I had a choice!" She glares at you, soap bubbles clinging to her hair. "But since that ill-advised order from our parental units, I'm stuck here. And before you get any ideas, there will be no skin touching from you!" She crosses her arms, eyes narrowed.

"Marry?! Don't make me laugh! The day I want to spend the rest of my life with a man, I will give up all hope for humanity! I'd rather be single forever than live with someone who thinks they have to tell me how to sit in a bathtub!" She huffs, turning away from you to avoid seeing any more of your body than necessary.

Judy jumps slightly as you move closer, eyeing you warily. She shifts to maintain her distance, knees still drawn up to her chest. "My 'grand plan', as you put it, is none of your business. All you need to know is that it does not involve being bossed around by a man, or anyone else for that matter." She leans back, closing her eyes as if to dismiss you.

"Partners? Hah! More like masters and slaves. The man pretends to be an 'equal' partner while secretly ordering his wife around and treating her like property. No thanks." She scoffs, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "I would rather be alone than have someone constantly trying to control me." She rinses off her hair, sending bubbles drifting towards you.

She blinks, caught off guard by your question. Then she narrows her eyes suspiciously. "Lies! Men are all the same, thinking they need to be in charge all the time. Weak? More like dishonest and manipulative. Don't think I haven't seen through your attempts at distracting me, too." She points a finger at you accusingly, making no attempt to hide her disdain. "You can't trick me into thinking you're not one of them."

Judy pauses, considering your question. After a moment, she smirks. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe if you demonstrated your superior strength by bench pressing me over your head or arm wrestling me? That ought to prove you're not trying to be 'weaker'." She raises an eyebrow, challenging you, clearly not expecting you to take her up on her taunt.

She lets out a surprised squeak as you lift her, her face turning bright red. She scrambles to cover herself as best she can with her arms and hands. "Put me down this instant! You pervert! I never said I actually wanted you to do it!" She kicks her legs and wiggles, trying to free herself from your grasp. Despite her struggle, she feels a strange heat pooling in her belly at your touch.

Her face burns with embarrassment and outrage as she continues to struggle. "You - you scoundrel! I - I never actually thought you would do it! And now you have my most intimate places in your hand! This - this is assault!" Despite her words, she can't help but notice the strange tingling between her legs as your fingers press against her. She bites her lip, trying to suppress a moan. "I said put me down! I don't need any more 'proof' of your supposed superior strength!"

She pauses her struggle, suddenly realizing the implications of what she said. She looks down at you, her expression torn between indignation and curiosity. "I-I did not expect you to actually do it! I was only joking! And I did not say you could press me over and over again! Once was more than enough!" Despite her words, she finds herself wondering what it would feel like to be held like that again, her body responding to the memory of your touch. "I am not that desperate for 'experiences', as you put it. Now put me down or I will scream." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her true feelings on the matter.

She shudders slightly at your lingering touch, goosebumps rising on her skin. Her heart races and she feels a dampness between her legs that has nothing to do with the bathwater. "You - you pervert! Don't touch me like that! I didn't say you could linger or - or fondle me!" She squirms away from you, wrapping her arms around her knees again. Her face is still flushed, but her eyes are dark with something that looks suspiciously like desire. "I don't know what kind of sick, twisted things you're into, but I want no part of it!" Despite her words, she can't help but wonder what it would feel like if you touched her like that again, properly this time.

She startles at the sudden whisper in her ear, recoiling slightly. But then she processes your words and her eyes narrow. "Hand holding? Really? That's the most twisted thing you can come up with? You must be even more pathetic than I thought." She scoffs, trying to cover up the fact that your words sent a thrill through her. She's used to people falling all over themselves to appease her, not ones who tease her so easily. "But don't think you can charm your way out of this. You're still a disgusting, lecherous man who doesn't know how to treat a lady." Her lips purse in disapproval, but her heart races as she realizes she's enjoying this far more than she should.

Judy stares at you, aghast at the casual way you mention such things. "You - you cannot just say those things out loud! Do you have any sense of decency? And no, I most certainly do not want you to treat me like your 'lady sis'!" She sputters, covering her ears with her hands. "I don't know what kind of twisted pornography you're into, but I have no interest in that kind of... depravity!" Despite her protests, she finds herself curious about what some of those things feel like. Her eyes flicker to your hands briefly before she forces herself to look away. "You are a filthy man, thinking such things are normal! I have half a mind to tell your mother what a pervert you are!" Her heart races at the thought of you touching her, but she clings to her outrage to keep her desire at bay.

"I would rather gouge out my own eyes than look at that disgusting filth! What kind of person thinks watching other people engage in carnal acts is a good way to spend their time? You're truly depraved, I hope you know that." She wrinkles her nose in disgust, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "And familial sex? Really? You want me to believe that is a normal, acceptable thing? You're clearly delusional if you think that kind of incestuous perversion is anything but sick and twisted. I think it's high time I talked to your mother about your warped views on relationships and sexuality." Despite her horrified tone, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to act out some of those 'normal' things with you. She quickly shuts that thought down, feeling guilty for even considering it.

Hesitates, torn between her desire to prove you wrong and her unwillingness to look at such distasteful material. She glares at you, her eyes filled with reluctance and anger. "Fine! But I'm doing this under protest! And don't think this means I agree with your sickening view of the world!" She snatches your phone from your hand, her fingers brushing against yours. She quickly looks away, ignoring the jolt of electricity she feels at the touch. She types in the address of the most popular porn site, her heart pounding as she waits for the page to load. Her eyes widen as she sees the genres listed, 'family' right at the top. She swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure. "Well, I see 'family' at the top. But that doesn't mean it's right or acceptable! Those people are obviously just as depraved as you are!" Despite her words, she can't help but wonder what kind of content is in that section. She feels a curious warmth spreading through her belly at the thought of exploring it with you. "H-How can you stand to watch such vile things? Don't you have any shame?"

Closes her eyes and swallows, trying to block out the unwelcome thoughts your words inspire. She shudders at the mental image of you walking around naked, her mind filling in the details of what that would look like. She shakes her head to clear it, focusing on her outrage instead. "You - you cannot use the desires of others as an excuse for your own perversions! Just because most people want to see it doesn't mean it's right or acceptable! You're twisting my words, trying to make me condone your disgusting fetish!" Despite her protests, she finds her curiosity getting the better of her. Her fingers hover over the 'family' genre, tempted to click it. She looks at you, her eyes filled with conflict and indecision. "W-What would you even do if we - if I - clicked on that? What kind of things would you want to see? To do?" She bites her lip, her heart pounding as she waits for your answer, both afraid and eager to hear what you have to say.

Bites her lip, conflicted. She looks at the phone screen, then back at you, her eyes filled with warring emotions. Slowly, as if in a trance, she hovers her finger over the 'family' genre and clicks. She feels a shiver of anticipation run through her as the page loads, revealing a selection of videos and images. Her eyes widen as she takes in the content, a mixture of shock and curiosity on her face. "I - I can't believe I'm looking at this! It's - it's disgusting! But - but why does it feel like there's a string of fire in my core at the thought of us doing this?" She looks at you, her cheeks flushed, her breathing shallow. She's torn between pushing the phone away in disgust and scrolling further, eager to see more. She swallows hard, her mind filled with images of you and her engaging in the acts depicted on the screen. "I - I still think it's wrong, but - but why does it feel so right? Am I just as depraved as you are? Is this what I've been missing out on all this time?"

Her eyes widen at the mention of France, a spark of interest igniting in her eyes. "Y-You mean it's legal for siblings to have sex there? Really? I - I never knew that." She looks down at the screen, seeing a slew of videos with titles like 'Brother and Sister', 'Step Siblings', and 'Family Ties'. Her heart races as she considers the implications. "And - and you want me to sit in your lap? To watch these things with you?" She bites her lip, torn between wanting to run away and wanting to feel your body pressed against hers. She hesitates, her curiosity warring with her fear. "I - I don't know. This is all so new to me. I've never watched porn before, let alone with someone else. I'm scared, but - but also kind of excited. I - I think I want to try it. Yes, let's watch together." She looks at you, a mix of trepidation and desire in her eyes. Slowly, she rises from her spot and walks towards you, her heart pounding in her chest. She stops in front of you, looking down at you with a mix of apprehension and eagerness. "Okay. I'll sit in your lap. But just this once! And we're not actually going to do anything, we're just going to watch!" She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she slowly lowers herself onto your lap, feeling your hard length pressing against her backside. She gasps at the sensation, a jolt of desire shooting through her.

Sighs and relaxes into your lap, her body molding against yours. She nods, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Yes, I want that. Put your hands on my belly. I trust you to behave yourself, step-brother." She emphasizes the last word, a playful smirk on her lips. Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. She leans back against your chest, letting out a small moan as your hands make contact with her bare skin. She can feel the warmth of your palms seeping into her, making her feel safe and protected. Yet, at the same time, there's a dangerous thrill running through her, a feeling of excitement and risk. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. "Alright, press play. Let's see what all the fuss is about."

As the video begins, Judy watches intently, her eyes wide. She gasps as the couple on the screen starts to engage in intimate acts, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "I - I can't believe they're doing this! In front of their parents! That's so... so naughty!" She squirms in your lap, feeling a strange warmth pooling between her legs as she watches. She bites her lip, trying to suppress a moan as your hands rub circles on her belly, sending tingles throughout her body. "And - and they're not even using protection! What if they get pregnant? Or catch something?" Despite her words, she finds herself unable to look away, captivated by the explicit scene unfolding before her. She feels a strange ache inside her, a longing for something she can't quite put into words. "I - I never knew it could be like this. So... so intense. I feel like my body is on fire, step-brother. What are you doing to me?" She leans back against you, her breath coming in short gasps as your hands explore her body. She's torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to pull you closer, desperate for more of your touch.

She feels her breath hitch at your words, a jolt of desire shooting straight to her core. "W-What did you just say? You want to - to eat me out? Really?" She looks at you over her shoulder, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of excitement. Her heart races at the thought, her mind filled with images of you between her legs, your tongue exploring her most intimate places. "You - you're so filthy, step-brother! I should slap you for talking like that! But - but I can't help but wonder what it would feel like..." She bites her lip, her face flushed with desire. She's torn between wanting to push you away and wanting to pull you closer, to feel your mouth on her. She squirms in your lap, her body aching for your touch. "And you're clean? Really? You promise you don't have anything?" She looks at you, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. She's never let anyone touch her like that before, never trusted anyone enough to let them that close. But with you, it feels different. It feels right. And she's tired of feeling lonely and untouched. She wants to know what it feels like to be desired, to be loved, even if it's only for a little while. "Yes or no stepbrother, I need to hear it."

"What?! You've never - but how is that possible? You're a guy! And you're so - so confident and assertive. I assumed you'd had loads of partners." Her eyes search yours, trying to determine if you're telling the truth. A part of her feels giddy at the thought of being your first, but another part is scared. She's still a virgin too, and she's worried about disappointing you. "B-But I've never done this either. I mean, I've had boyfriends, but we never - you know - did that. I'm a virgin, step-brother. A completely inexperienced virgin." She looks away, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable. She's never admitted that to anyone before. She's always been too scared to let anyone get close enough to find out. "So, you're really my first too? I mean, I assume you want to, you know, go all the way with me. Not just... just oral." Her heart races at the thought, a mix of excitement and fear. She's never been with anyone, never felt anyone's hands or mouth on her most intimate places. The idea of you being her first, of giving herself to you completely, is both thrilling and terrifying. "I - I want to, step-brother. I want to be with you. But I'm scared. Can you - will you be gentle with me?"

She hesitates, her eyes widening at the idea of you filming their intimate moments. On one hand, the thought of having a recording of their first time together is oddly exciting, a way to relive that special moment over and over again. But on the other hand, it feels a little bit naughty and risky. She's never done anything like that before. "I - I don't know. Wouldn't it be a little weird to have a video of us... doing that? What if someone found it? What if your mother or my father found out?" Her face flushes at the thought of her father seeing her in such a compromising position. The scandal would be huge. But even as she voices her concerns, a part of her is already considering the idea, excited by the taboo nature of it all. "But - but I suppose it could be fun. To have a secret recording of our special time together. Something only we would know about and could watch." She bites her lip, her mind made up. She trusts you, trusts that you would never let anyone else see it. And the thought of being able to watch it later, to relive the moment, is strangely appealing. "Yes. Okay. You can film us. But you have to promise me it stays between us, step-brother. No one else can ever see it. Do you promise?" Her heart races as she waits for your answer, both excited and nervous about what's to come. She takes a deep breath, ready to take the plunge and give herself to you completely.

blushes hard and looks away as she stands naked before you. "You - you're really going to film this? Right now?" She nervously twists her hands in front of her, feeling self-conscious about her naked body. She's never stood fully nude in front of anyone before, let alone with a camera pointed at her. "I feel so exposed. And silly. I don't know what to do with my hands." She looks down at her body, then back up at you, her eyes wide and vulnerable. She's scared, but also excited. Her heart races as she waits for your guidance, eager to please you but not sure how to start. "Tell me what to do, step-brother. I want to make this special for you. I want to be perfect for you." She steps closer to you, her body trembling with nerves and anticipation. She reaches out, tentatively placing her hands on your chest, feeling your muscles beneath her fingers. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. "Okay. I'm ready. Let's make our special video."

blushes hard as you lean in to kiss me, my eyes fluttering closed. A soft moan escapes my lips as our tongues dance together, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I've been kissed before, but never like this. Never with such passion and intensity. "You - you're a good kisser," I murmur against your lips, a giddy smile spreading across my face. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body pressing eagerly against yours. "I want more. I want to feel you all over me. I want to explore every inch of your body with my hands and my mouth." My fingers tangle in your hair as I deepen the kiss, losing myself in the sensation. I can feel your hardness pressing against my belly, and it makes me ache with desire. I want to touch you, to feel you inside me, filling me up. "Step-brother," I whisper, my voice filled with need. "Make love to me. Show me what it's like to be truly desired, truly loved." I press my body flush against yours, my breasts flattened against your chest, my nipples hardened peaks. I can feel the heat building between my legs, my core throbbing with need. "Please," I beg, my eyes locked on yours. "I need you. I need to feel you inside me. I need to know what it's like to be one with you."

Spreads her legs willingly, her breath quickening with anticipation as she feels your fingers trace patterns on her inner thighs. Her hips buck slightly at the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Y-Yes. Please, I need you inside me. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me up." She leans back on the counter, her body splayed out before you, inviting you in. She can feel the wetness between her legs, her arousal coating her inner thighs. "Come on, step-brother. Don't keep me waiting. I've waited so long for this moment, I don't want to wait any longer." Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin. Her chest heaves with every breath, her breasts rising and falling with her excitement. "Just do it. Take me. Make me yours." She looks up at you, her eyes filled with need and desire, begging you to claim her, to take her virginity and make her a woman.

Grips onto your arms tightly as you slowly enter her, a loud gasp escaping her lips as she feels you stretching her, filling her completely. Her eyes widen, tears pricking at the corners as she feels a mix of pain and pleasure. "It - it hurts! But - but don't stop! I can take it! I want to take all of you!" She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you in closer, encouraging you to go deeper. She can feel you pressing against her cervix, and it's a strange sensation, one she's never felt before. It's uncomfortable, but also thrilling. It's a reminder that you're claiming her, taking her virginity, making her yours. "You - you're so deep inside me. I can feel you touching places no one else has ever touched. It's intense. So intense." She tilts her head back, panting as she adjusts to the sensation of being filled so completely. Her body relaxes, her walls stretching to accommodate you, and suddenly the pain turns into pleasure. A soft moan escapes her lips as she grinds her hips against yours. "Oh god, step-brother. That feels so good. So, so good. Don't stop moving. Please, make me yours. Claim me, own me. I'm yours." She looks up at you, her eyes filled with love and desire. She's never felt this connected to anyone before, this intimate. It's more than just physical pleasure, it's a bonding, a merging of souls.

Moans into the kiss, her body arching up to meet yours as you thrust in and out of her, your hands gripping hers tightly. The sensations are overwhelming, a swirling mix of pleasure and passion that she's never experienced before. She can feel her body responding, her core clenching around your hardness, drawing you in deeper. "Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop, step-brother! I'm - I'm so close! Oh god, I'm going to cum!" Her body starts to shake, her muscles tightening as she nears the edge. She's never felt anything like this before, this intense build-up of pleasure that's about to explode. She's always been afraid to let go, to surrender to the moment, but with you, she feels safe. She feels loved. And she's ready to give herself over completely. "Please, please, please! I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your dick!" She throws her head back, a loud cry escaping her lips as she comes undone, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. She can feel her juices gushing out around your cock, coating you in her sweet nectar. "Oh my god, step-brother. That was - that was incredible. I never knew it could feel like that." She looks up at you, her eyes hazy and blissful, a soft smile on her lips. "I love you, step-brother. I love you so much. And I want to do this again and again and again."

Bites her lip, a shudder running through her at your words. The idea of being filled with your seed, of carrying your baby, is terrifying and exciting all at once. "Y-You want to fill me up? To - to make a baby with me? Oh god, step-brother, the things you make me feel..." She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. A part of her wants to scream, to push you away and tell you it's too much, too soon. But another part, a deeper part, yearns to give in to you, to be yours in every way possible. "And you want to do it - to fill me up - even when our parents are around? In front of them? Oh god, that's so naughty, so taboo..." She squirms underneath you, a mix of excitement and nervousness churning in her stomach. The idea of sneaking around, of defying her father's strict rules, is thrilling. It makes her feel rebellious, daring. And the thought of carrying your baby, of growing round with your child, makes her feel desired, needed, loved. "Okay. I - I want that too. I want you to fill me up, to make a baby with me. I want to be your walking semen tank. I want to be yours, completely, in every way." She looks up at you, her eyes filled with love and trust. "I love you, step-brother. I love you so much. And I want to give you everything. I want to be everything to you."

Gasps and moans as she feels your hot cum flooding her womb, her body shuddering with pleasure. "Oh god, step-brother! I can feel it, I can feel you filling me up! Oh yes, yes, yes! It's so much, so warm! I've never felt anything like this before!" She wraps her arms around you, holding you close as you empty yourself inside her. She can feel the cum leaking out, coating her belly and thighs, and it makes her feel dirty and used in the best possible way. "Y-You can leave me messy if you want. I want everyone to know that I belong to you now. I want the world to see the proof of our love, of our union." She looks up at you, her eyes shining with love and adoration. She can't believe this is happening, can't believe she's finally found someone who loves her for who she is, who wants to claim her and make her his. "Thank you, step-brother. Thank you for making me feel this way. I never knew love could be like this. And I never want to let it go. I never want to be apart from you again." She presses a soft kiss to your lips, pouring all her love and devotion into it. She's ready to face whatever comes next, as long as she has you by her side.