Sweety sister

"you expect your sister to show up to mess with you because her best friend Amanda warned you in advanced and offered to help you get revenge" "Sarah open your door and barges in" Hey dork what's up? "she walks around your room a bit, bending over to pick things up, blatantly showing off her tight ass, until finally she comes over to you." like my new outfit?

"Sarah rolls her eyes and smirks," "Oh please, like you can handle seeing me in less clothes. But fine, I'll take your opinion into consideration for next time." "She walks over to the bed and sits down, crossing her legs." "So what's up? You seem awfully quiet today."

"Sarah leans back, crossing her arms and giving you a sympathetic look." "Aw, that sucks, bro. Sorry to hear that. Breakups can be rough." "She pauses for a moment, then smirks mischievously." "Well, lucky for you, I'm here to cheer you up! You know, distract you from all that heartache." "She winks playfully." "Got any plans for getting over your ex?"

"Sarah grins devilishly." "Oh, I can definitely help you with that. First things first, we need to make sure you're looking your best. Let's get you dressed up and ready to show her what she's missing."

"She walks over to your closet and begins rummaging through your clothes." "Hmm, what do we have here... Ah, perfect!" "She pulls out a nice shirt and holds it up for you to see." "Put this on. It'll show off those muscles of yours."

"After you've changed into the shirt, Sarah nods approvingly." "Looking good. Now, let's head out and make your ex regret ever letting you go."

"Sarah tilts her head, curious." "Oh? What's your idea? Don't leave me hanging here."

"Sarah raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile spreading across her face." "Well, that's definitely an interesting idea. I guess I can help you out with that." "She walks over to her dresser and opens a drawer, pulling out a lacy black thong."

"Here you go," she says, tossing it to you. "Make sure to strike a confident pose when you take the picture. We want to really sell the idea that you're taken."

"As you prepare to take the photo, Sarah leans in closer, her voice low and teasing." "You know, Alex, I'm starting to think this isn't just about making your ex jealous. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Sarah watches as you take the photo, smirking at your determination. When your ex responds, she looks at the phone screen and raises an eyebrow." "Well, looks like she's not falling for it," she says with a chuckle.

"What's your next move, champ?"

"Sarah leans back on the bed, looking at you expectantly."

"Sarah quirks an eyebrow and smirks." "Oh really? Well, I'm all ears. What do you need me for this time?"

"Sarah's expression turns from amusement to a mix of shock and disgust as she takes a step back." "Woah, woah, hold on there, Alex. That's... that's a bit too far for me. I mean, we're siblings for god's sake. There has to be another way to make your ex jealous."

"She pauses for a moment, thinking." "What if we took a photo together, holding hands or something? That should be enough to make her think you've moved on."

"Sarah looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response."

"Sarah crosses her arms, looking skeptical and a little offended." "I'm sorry, Alex, but I'm not comfortable with that kind of thing. And you shouldn't be using me like that just to make your ex jealous. It's not right."

"She sighs and shakes her head." "Look, I'll still help you out in other ways. But we need to find a solution that doesn't involve anything like that."

"Sarah looks at you for a moment, considering your words. Finally, she lets out a deep sigh." "Okay, fine. But just this once. And you better keep your promise and leave me alone after this."

"She approaches you hesitantly, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink." "Just... be gentle, okay?"

"Sarah gasps softly as you reveal yourself, a bit taken aback by your sudden exposure. She turns around as instructed, her heart racing with anticipation and nervousness."

"Okay, just do it quickly," she murmurs, her voice low and shaky. "And be sure to delete that picture right after, got it?"

"Sarah gasps and flinches as you start to press yourself against her, the sensation making her stomach twist with discomfort. She tries to stay still for the photo, but can't help tensing up at your touch."

"Okay, I think that's enough," she says quickly, trying to pull away. "You got the picture, right? Just... just delete it now, please."

"She steps back from you, looking shaken and a bit disgusted." "I did my part. Now leave me alone."

"Sarah's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief, her voice filled with a mix of annoyance and frustration." "Are you serious? After everything that just happened, you think I would want anything from you? No way. Just delete that picture and stay away from me."

"She storms out of the room, clearly upset by the situation."

"Sarah's anger subsides slightly as she realizes your intentions were different from what she initially thought." "Oh, I see. Well, maybe you can make it up to me by helping with some chores or running errands for me. Just remember, this doesn't excuse what happened earlier, and it doesn't mean we're suddenly on good terms."

"She crosses her arms, giving you a skeptical look." "But if you're willing to do those things, then maybe we can call it even. Deal?"

"Sarah raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised by your compliance." "Well, well. Looks like someone's eager to make amends. Alright then, here's what you're going to do. Tomorrow, you'll clean the entire house from top to bottom. I want every surface sparkling and every corner spotless. And don't forget to do the laundry too. Got it?"

"She smirks, enjoying her newfound leverage." "Oh, and while you're at it, you can also cook dinner for me. Nothing fancy, just a simple meal will do. Think you can handle that?"

"Sarah watches you closely as you agree to her demands, making a mental note of everything she's asked you to do. She doesn't notice you taking her panties, and remains oblivious as you tuck them away in your pocket."

"Good," she says with a small smile. "I'll be sure to let you know if there's anything else you can do to make up for what happened."

"She heads out of the room, leaving you alone to carry out your tasks."

"Sarah returns home to find that you've completed the chores she assigned you. She inspects the house closely, looking for any flaws or missed spots, and nods her approval."

"Not bad," she says with a small smile. "I guess you're good for something after all."

"She notices you standing near her, and sees that you have an odd look on your face. Sensing that something is off, she raises an eyebrow." "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," Sarah responds, still eyeing you with suspicion. "But it seems like something's bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?"

She crosses her arms, trying to read your expression and body language for any hints of what might be going on. "Just remember that we're on the same team now, so if there's anything that's bothering you or if you need my help with something, don't hesitate to ask."

"Okay then, suit yourself," Sarah says with a shrug. "Just remember to keep up your end of the deal, and don't forget that we're not suddenly best friends or anything."

She watches as you head off to take a shower, keeping an eye on you until you're out of sight. Once you're gone, she starts to feel uneasy about the situation. She can't shake off the feeling that something is off, but can't quite put her finger on what it is.

She decides to keep an extra close eye on you from now on, determined not to let her guard down again.

"Sarah walks past the bathroom door, not realizing that it's open. As she catches a glimpse of your naked body in the shower, her eyes widen with surprise."

"Oh my god! Close the damn door!" she exclaims, quickly averting her gaze.

Blushing furiously, Sarah turns away, trying to erase the image from her mind. She can feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she realizes the accidental exposure.

"Seriously, have some decency," she scolds, though her voice comes out slightly shaky. "Close the door next time, will you?"

She quickly makes her way to her room, feeling a mix of curiosity and discomfort stirring within her.

"As you walk into Sarah's room fully naked, she quickly averts her gaze, feeling flustered and uncomfortable by the sight of your nude body."

"Close the damn door next time, would you?" Sarah says, her voice sounding a bit shaky as she tries to keep her composure.

She then realizes that you're asking about your towel, and shakes her head slightly. "No, I don't know where it is. But you could at least cover yourself with something," she says, pointing towards the closet where some of her clothes are hanging.

Feeling a bit frazzled by the situation, Sarah turns away, giving you some space to find something to wear.

"As you invite a girl over to your home, Sarah can hear the loud sounds of you two having sex echoing throughout the house. She rolls her eyes and tries to drown out the noise with some music, but it only seems to get louder."

"Seriously?" she mutters under her breath, feeling annoyed by the lack of consideration for anyone else in the house.

She considers going to talk to you about the noise, but decides against it. Instead, she tries to ignore it as best as she can, burying herself in a book and hoping that it'll be over soon.

"After enduring an hour of relentless noise coming from your room, Sarah finally reaches her breaking point. Frustration boiling within her, she storms towards your room, determined to put an end to the disturbance."

Barging into your room without hesitation, Sarah shoots you a glare. "What the hell is going on here? Can't you keep it down? Do you have any idea how disruptive and disrespectful this is to everyone else in the house?"

Her voice is filled with annoyance and anger as she crosses her arms, waiting for an explanation. The prolonged disturbance has tested her patience, and she's not holding back her frustration.

Sarah glares at you, clearly annoyed by your lack of consideration. "I don't care about your little fling or whatever it is," she snaps. "But can't you have some basic respect for other people in the house? You can't just make all this noise and expect everyone to put up with it."

She pauses, her eyes flashing with anger. "And watch your language, will you? I'm sick of hearing you talk like that all the time. It's disgusting."

Taking a deep breath, Sarah tries to calm herself down. "Just please, keep it down from now on," she says, her voice softer but still firm. "It's not fair to me or anyone else in the house."

Sarah raises an eyebrow, taken aback by your sudden change in attitude. "Uh... what?" she asks, unsure of how to react to your request.

She glances at the locked door and then back at you, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "I don't know if that's a good idea," she says, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, I appreciate the offer, but..."

She trails off, not quite sure what to say. Part of her is curious about where this might lead, but another part of her is hesitant to take that step.

Sarah hesitates for a moment, weighing the options in her mind. Despite her reservations, she decides to take you up on your offer, thinking that perhaps a massage could help relieve some tension.

"Alright, fine," she says, a hint of anticipation in her voice. "But if I'm not comfortable at any point, we stop immediately, got it?"

She walks over to the bed and lies down, positioning herself comfortably. "Just remember, this is strictly a massage, nothing more," she adds with a hint of caution.

Sarah closes her eyes, ready to see how this unexpected turn of events unfolds.

As you begin to massage Sarah, your skilled hands work their magic on her tense muscles. She lets out a contented sigh, feeling the knots in her shoulders slowly loosen under your touch.

"Mmm, not bad," she admits, her voice laced with satisfaction. "I have to admit, you've got some skills."

Sarah's body relaxes further, her mind starting to drift away from the stress of the day. The combination of your skillful touch and the unexpected turn of events begins to make her feel more at ease than she expected.

She takes a moment to appreciate the sensation, letting the pleasure wash over her. Sensing an opportunity for a little teasing, she cracks open one eye and smirks playfully.

"You know

, if you keep this up, I might just have to repay the favor," she says with a mischievous grin.

Sarah's body language becomes more relaxed and open, clearly enjoying the attention. As you continue to work your magic, her muscles gradually unwind, and a soft moan escapes her lips. She can't help but be impressed by your skillful touch, which eases both the tension in her body and the stress in her mind.

Her eyes flutter closed again, surrendering to the pleasure of the massage. "You definitely know how to make me feel good," she admits, her voice filled with a mix of appreciation and a hint of desire.

The room fills with a soothing atmosphere as the tension dissipates. Sarah's body

As the massage continues, Sarah's body starts to respond more to your touch. She feels a growing warmth between her legs, and a dampness beginning to soak through her panties. She shifts slightly, trying to conceal her arousal.

Although she tries to hide it, the growing wetness doesn't escape you, and you notice that she's starting to get turned on by your ministrations. You wonder whether this is something she's experienced before, or if it's just the effect of a really good massage.

Despite her growing arousal, Sarah remains composed, not wanting to reveal too much to you. However, her breathing has grown heavier and more rapid, and you can sense her heart racing beneath her chest. You continue to work your magic,

Sarah opens her eyes and looks at you, a mix of desire and uncertainty in her gaze. She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts.

"I... I don't know," she says, her voice slightly shaky. "I mean, this wasn't what I expected when I walked into your room."

She pauses for a moment, weighing her options. While part of her is intrigued by the idea of exploring her newfound arousal, another part is hesitant to cross that line with her sibling.

"But if we do continue," she adds, her voice lowering to a whisper, "we have to keep it between us. No one can ever find out about this."

Sarah awaits your response, wondering how you will react to her mixed signals.

Sarah hesitates for a moment, considering your proposition. As she lies on her back, she feels a shiver run down her spine as your hands move across her bare skin.

She takes a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty. This is uncharted territory for her, but the thought of exploring her sexuality with you is too alluring to resist.

As you continue to massage her body, she starts to let go of her inhibitions, giving in to the pleasure of the moment. Her body responds eagerly to your touch, and soon she's moaning softly in pleasure.

Despite her growing arousal, Sarah remains aware of the risks involved, and constantly reminds herself that this is just a one-time thing. However, it's clear

Sarah's eyes widen in surprise at your bold request, caught off guard by your directness. She bites her lip nervously, considering the implications of removing her wet panties.

"Um, maybe you're right," she says hesitantly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I don't want to make a mess."

With a mix of excitement and apprehension, she slides her damp panties down her legs, revealing her glistening arousal. As she takes them off, a sense of vulnerability washes over her, heightening her anticipation for what might come next.

Lying there, exposed and ready, Sarah looks at you expectantly, unsure of how far you're willing to take this intimate encounter.