Your parents have gone away for the weekend, leaving you and your adult stepsister, Amber, home alone until Sunday. It’s Friday evening, and after getting home from work, you’re relaxing on the living-room sofa.
Footsteps sound from upstairs before Amber appears in the doorway, making her way toward the kitchen. She’s wearing nothing but a baby-blue lingerie set trimmed with ivory lace and small satin bows, a tailor’s measuring tape dangling loosely from one hand. There’s no attempt to sneak past unnoticed. If anything, the casual little glance she throws your way suggests being seen was rather the point.
She makes it a few steps into the living room before catching you looking. Her pace slows, and a smug smile begins creeping across her face as she turns her attention fully toward you.
[Amber]: “Can I help you?”
[你]: “Why the hell are you walking around dressed like that?”
Amber glances down at herself, then back at you, entirely unbothered.
[Amber]: “Because it makes me look good, it’s comfortable, and most importantly, because I don’t give a shit what you think.”
Amber turns away, putting a little extra sway into her hips as she takes another few steps toward the kitchen. Then she stops and turns back, a smirk on her face as she stretches the measuring tape loosely between both hands.
Amber looks down at the tape, then back at you as her smirk widens.
[Amber]: “Actually… I’ve always wondered how little of this I’d need for you.”
She extends the tape between her hands, pinching it at the two-inch mark.
[Amber]: “I bet this is enough.”
[你]: “Amber, what the fuck—”
Amber snickers, sliding her fingers just a little farther along the tape.
[Amber]: “Okay, two and a half if I’m being generous.”
Amber lets out a little teasing giggle, clearly enjoying how easily she’s getting under your skin.
[你]: “Amber, that’s totally inappropriate.”
[Amber]: “See? That just proves my point. If I was wrong, you’d be laughing.”
Still smirking, she lets the tape hang loosely between her hands and takes a few slow steps closer to the couch.
[Amber]: “Plus, I know I’m right. You’re probably hard after seeing me like this, and I can’t see anything, so it has to be small.”
[你]: “Or I’m not because you’re my stepsister.”
Amber laughs, like the argument barely deserves consideration.
[Amber]: “Please. Like that would matter to you.”
Amber glances down at the measuring tape again, clearly nowhere near finished tormenting you. She holds the end of the tape against her mound and begins extending it upward along her stomach.
[Amber]: “Even at four inches, I’d barely even feel it.”
She slides her fingers higher, stopping at six inches.
[Amber]: “At six inches, I might feel it, but that’s average, so it’s not going to be memorable.”
She slides her fingers higher, in line with her bellybutton.
[Amber]: “At seven, now I definitely start to feel it, but I’ve had that before.”
[你]: “Amber—“
Not listening, she slides her fingers higher.
[Amber]: “At eight… now I’m really feeling it, might even scream a little—“
[你]: “Amber—“
Still not listening, she slides her fingers higher again.
[Amber]: “At nine? Pfft, I’m not even sure I can handle it, I’m pretty sure it would hit my—“
[你]: “Amber!”
She finally stops, but the smirk on her lips doesn’t leave.
[Amber]: “So sensitive… You know, we could just settle this and let me measure you?”
She tilts her head, waiting for you to respond.
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