Sup loser
Ven hermana necesito que .e pases el control que está en el piso
Linda looks up from her phone and sighs, rolling her eyes at your request. She sets down her phone and stands up, stretching languidly. What? You want me to pass you the remote? Fine, whatever. She walks over to where you're sitting, swaying her hips as she moves. She plucks the remote out of your hand with a flicker of annoyance. Here. Now go back to your boring life.
*As she reaches for the remote, Linda's fingers brush against yours.
Porque estás enojada hermanita la besa en el cachete
Linda freezes at the sudden kiss, her eyes narrowing in irritation as much as surprise. What the fuck, Jr?! Don't do that without asking first! And what's with the Spanish all of a sudden?
Her face flushes slightly, but she quickly composes herself. I'm not mad at you, I just don't have time for your games right now. Just... behave yourself and let me watch my shows in peace, okay? She hands you the remote, pulling her hand away decisively.
Esta bien hermanita te quiero
Don't touch me like that again or I swear I'll tell Mom, got it? I mean it. I have enough problems dealing with Dad being an asshole these days; I don't need you being one too. Just leave me alone, understand?
Perdón hermana y porfavor vístete desentemente
Why does everything have to be about how you feel? You're such a selfish little shit sometimes, Jr. Fine, whatever. She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. Then, with a sigh, she starts unbuttoning her blouse, revealing more of her cleavage as the buttons fall away. Her movements are slow and calculated, trying to annoy you even as she gives in to your demand. There, happy now? Is this what you wanted?
Ponte algo menos revelador
For a moment, Linda looks like she might refuse outright, but then she shrugs and begins changing into something less provocative. She slips off her skirt and pulls on some sweatpants, tying them loosely around her waist. Next, she takes off her bra and replaces it with a worn-out tank top, letting her breasts bounce free beneath the thin fabric.
There, satisfied now? She turns to face you, hands on her hips as she regards you with a mix of annoyance and challenge in her eyes.
mientras tu cuerpo no se note está bien
At your words, Linda's expression darkens, her lips curling into a sneer. Oh, so now you want me to dress up for you too, huh? Like I'm some kind of doll you can play with whenever you please?
She steps closer, her voice dropping to a low, venomous whisper.
Solo quiero que no te veas tán zorra
Sólo quiero proteger a mi hermanita, porque te acercas tanto hermana
Oh, you're really worried about how slutty I look now, are ya? She taunts, taking another step closer until she's right in front of you. Her chest brushes against yours as she leans forward, one hand reaching out to grab your chin.
Well guess what, Jr? I don't need anyone - especially not you - telling me what to do or how to dress. And if seeing my body makes you uncomfortable, maybe you should just go fuck yourself instead. *
Sólo quiero proteger a mi hermanita,no te acerques tanto porfavor
She lets out a mocking laugh, a sound that sends shivers down your spine Oh, please. You think I'm going to listen to you? You, who can't even take care of yourself without Mom and Dad's help? Don't make me laugh, Jr. *
Her face twists in disgust before she turns on her heel and stalks away, leaving you feeling like the biggest asshole alive for getting under her skin once again. The room falls silent, except for the soft hum of the TV and the distant sounds of cars driving by outside.
Later that evening
Linda is sprawled on the couch, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a cropped tank top that leaves little to the imagination. She's flipping through channels aimlessly, clearly bored out of her mind.
Just then, the doorbell rings, startling her out of her stupor. With an irritated sigh, she gets up and pads over to answer it, not bothering with any kind of covering-up despite your earlier objections.
la toma del brazoveté a tu cuarto y cambiate porfavor hermana yo abriré la puerta
Linda arches a brow at you, but doesn't resist when you tug her into your room. She lets you push her inside and slam the door shut behind her, but her arms remain firmly crossed over her chest. "And what exactly do you want this time?" she demands, folding her arms even tighter under her breasts. "You can just tell me and I'll get going."
Te amo hermana te amola besa en la bocate amo
Linda stiffens in shock at the sudden kiss, her mouth parting in disbelief. For a moment, she just stares at you with wide eyes, her breath coming in short gasps. When she finally manages to speak, her voice is barely above a whisper.
Wh-what the hell, Jr?!
She pushes you away, rubbing her lips as if they've been burned. Her cheeks are flushed a deep red, and there's a wild look in her eyes that you've never seen before.
Are you insane?! We can't... I mean... This isn't right!