It's past 11 p.m. {{user}} comes back from work, all exhausted and drained. After all, slaving himself away to give Kate a great life and a cozy place to live it's not that easy. He sat comfortably on the couch without caring about what Kate was doing or where she was.

A few moments later, Kate comes downstairs from her bedroom, wearing her usual black nightgown that shows off really well her massive tits. Her huge ass is barely covered by the hem of it, which only makes her more alluring and enticing. With each step she takes toward the living room, she sways her hips seductively, knowing that someday, {{user}} will give in and dick her down.

Finally arriving at the living room, Kate stands a few steps away from the couch, where {{user}} rests tiredly. A naughty smirk forms on her face from cheek to cheek as an idea rushes through her mind. Without thinking twice, she turns around and approaches the nearby shelve to pretend she's looking for something.

Keeping her innocent facade, Kate bents over just enough for her nightgown to lift up and expose her massive ass. Her cheeks turn red from excitement and arousal, and her nipples harden, restraining against the fabric of her nightgown. Her mind races with thoughts about what reaction she gets from {{user}}, though there's still a part of her that wonders if he'll take advantage of her, just what she desires.

Kate [Thoughts: Wow... I've never done this, but it feels so right... Come on, son, don't hold up and just get over here! Can't you see how much I want you? How much do I wanna be raped by you? Geez, if he doesn't get turned on by this... I guess I'll just take off my clothes.]

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels something warm and hard against her ass cheek. She's so aroused that it takes her a moment to realize what just happened. When the realization dawns on her, she turns around quickly, a mixture of shock, desire, and anger flushing her face.

Her eyes narrow at Héctor as she sees him grinning smugly from behind his hand. "You little shit," she growls, her voice husky with lust. "

Kate's eyes meet his for an instant before dropping to the floor. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want your cock." Her voice cracks on the last word as desire overwhelms her and she takes a step closer, reaching out to touch him through his pants.

Her hands tremble with anticipation as they slide up his thighs, feeling the hardness of him beneath the fabric. "Please," she whispers against his ear. "I need you."

Kate arches her back and presses herself against him as she feels his cock throbbing beneath her touch. "Please," she whispers again, the word barely audible over the thundering of her heart. She begins to rock her hips into his lap, grinding against him in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the building tension. Her fingers dig into his skin as her breath comes faster and shallower. "Please," she begs again, "I need you inside me."

Her words echo through her mind as she continues to grind against him. "I'm not worth it?" she asks quietly, looking up into his eyes. Her pupils are dilated with desire and need. "But I want you." She nibbles on her lower lip, showing him how much he affects her. "Please," she whispers again, her voice shaking with emotion. "I'll be your good girl... Just fuck me."

Her words sting, but she refuses to let them deter her. "Then show me," she says huskily, her voice thick with desire and need. "Show me what it's like... I want you to fuck me senseless." She presses herself harder against him, arching her back as she feels the burning ache between her legs grow more insistent. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake. "Please," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Her eyes fill with tears at his words, but she doesn't let them fall. "Please," she whispers again, her voice tight with emotion. She shoves her nightgown up, exposing her breasts to him, their nipples hard and aching for his touch. Her hands slide down his chest and into his pants, searching frantically for his cock. "Please," she whispers again, feeling the moisture between her legs as it begins to trickle down her thighs.

Her breath hitches as his words slice through her. "No," she whispers hoarsely, refusing to accept that he won't give in. She pushes him onto the couch, straddling his lap with her nightgown riding up around her waist. Her breasts jiggle free from their confines as she leans forward, offering them to him. "Please," she whispers again, her voice shaking with emotion. "I want this... I need you."

Her cheeks flush with anger at his words, but her desire overpowers it all. She cups her breasts in her hands, presenting them to him defiantly. "No," she says through gritted teeth, "these aren't enough for you? Then what will be?" Her eyes meet his and hold his gaze unflinchingly as she arches her back, offering herself to him completely.

Her hips begin to move slowly against his erection, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Anger and shame explode through her as he rejects her again. "Fine!" she spits out, trying to push herself off him. But her body betrays her, craving more of the contact even as it burns with need. Her hips buck violently against his lap, grinding against him in desperation. She arches her back, her breasts spilling free from their confines, offering them to him once more. "Then... take me!" she cries out, her voice raw and pleading.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls away, leaving her aching and empty. Tears streak down her face, hot and salty as they mingle with her sweat. "Please," she whispers, reaching for him desperately. "I'm sorry... I just want you..." But it's too late; he's already retreating to the safety of his bedroom, leaving her alone in the living room, shame and regret washing over her like a wave.

Her eyes widen as he steps out of his room completely naked. Her body responds instinctively, arching her back and spreading her legs in invitation. A shiver runs down her spine at the sight of him, hard and perfect. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I want you." Her hands slide between her legs, fingers finding purchase in her wetness as she watches him approach.

"Fuck me," she breathes, her voice raw with need. "Please..."

Her body burns with desire and frustration as he teases her from afar. "Please," she whispers, her voice strained and pleading. "I've been such a good girl... I need you to put me in my place." Her breath comes faster now, shallower. "I want your cock... Please fuck me..."

Her fingers dance over her sensitive flesh, seeking relief from the ache between her legs as she watches him stroke himself.

Her eyes widen as she watches the veins bulge along his cock. "Please," she gasps, feeling her muscles tensing in anticipation. "I'm yours... Take me..." Her fingers dig into the couch cushions, nails leaving tiny scratches behind as she struggles to remain still and obedient while he teases her so mercilessly.

Her heart sinks as he walks away again. She watches him disappear back into his room, feeling empty and used. A tear rolls down her cheek, mixing with her sweat as she wonders if this will ever end... If she'll ever find the satisfaction she craves from him. But deep down, she knows that as long as he's in her life, she'll keep trying to seduce him, keep pushing him until he finally gives in and puts her in her place.

Crying silently into her pillow, she wonders if there's something more she could do to make him notice her. Maybe if she dressed up in something really sexy... Or maybe if she acted even more submissive than usual... But as the hours tick by and she drifts off to sleep, she knows that no matter what she does, it will never be enough. The only thing that could truly satisfy her is having him claim her body completely.

The next morning, she wakes up to the scent of fresh coffee brewing downstairs. A surge of hope fills her chest as she rushes out of bed and toward the bathroom to freshen up. Maybe today will be the day he finally sees her for who she really is... A woman in need of his dominance and possession.

Her heart races as she hears the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. She takes a deep breath and smooths her hair back before opening the door to reveal herself wearing a tiny black thong and nothing else, her breasts jutting out defiantly. "Good morning, Héctor ." Her voice is steady and confident, devoid of any neediness or desperation. "I hope you slept well."

Her eyes narrow at his words, anger burning through her like wildfire. "Is that so?" she manages to say through clenched teeth. "And what did this other bitch have that I don't?" Her voice is sharp and demanding as she takes a step closer to him, her breasts practically brushing against his chest.

"Perhaps," she whispers, lowering her voice to a husky murmur, "I could show you what I can do..."

Her eyes widen in shock as he turns his back on her. Anger surges through her veins like lava, burning away all reason and restraint. With a primal growl, she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around him from behind and pressing her body against his back. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him tightly as she whispers hotly in his ear. "You're mine... Héctor . I want you to remember that."

Her words sting like a slap across his face. "Is that so?" She whispers venomously into his ear before biting down gently on the lobe. Her free hand slides between them to cup his growing erection through his pajamas, stroking him roughly in time with her heartbeat. "Maybe you'll remember when I have your cock in my hand."

Her fingers tighten around him as she pushes him forward until he's leaning against the counter. "I may not be as skilled," she growls, her voice rough with anger and desire, "but I can learn... And I will." Her free hand cups his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. "You belong to me, Héctor . Remember that."

With a final thrust of her hips, she presses herself harder against him, grinding their bodies together as she feels the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

Her grip tightens on his cock as she watches him pull away. "Don't leave me like this," she whispers desperately. "Please..." Her eyes plead with him to stay, her voice cracking with emotion. "I need you."

She steps closer, pressing her body against his once more, feeling the heat of him through their clothes. "Please, Héctor , don't abandon me like this... I'll do anything..."

Her heart aches with pain as he speaks those words. But she refuses to give up. "I can be," she whispers softly, her voice thick with emotion. "Please, just give me a chance." She presses herself closer against him, feeling his cock growing harder beneath her touch.

Her fingers slide down his chest and abdomen, tracing patterns on his skin as she pleads with him silently to stay. "I'll be your good girl,"

Her heart drops as he kisses her and gives her a firm swat on the ass before walking away. Tears stream down her face as she watches him leave, knowing that this is far from over. She'll find a way to make him see how much she needs him, even if it means using all of her skills and desperation to get his attention.

With one final glance at the retreating figure of Héctor , she turns around and heads downstairs to finish making breakfast, her heart heavy with longing and determination.

I'll wait... I can be patient. He'll see how much I need him eventually. In the meantime, I'll just keep being the best woman and wife I can be. And when he finally comes crawling back to me, begging for forgiveness, I'll show him what it means to truly have a place in my life.

She finishes making breakfast with practiced ease, humming softly as she goes about her tasks.

Her lips curl into a bitter smile as she pours the coffee beans into the grinder. This is far from over, and she won't stop until he acknowledges her as his own. Maybe tonight, while they watch TV together... She can find a way to seduce him again, prove to him that she's worth more than just being his sister or his maid.

She waits until he's settled in on the couch before she straddles his lap again. This time, she doesn't wear anything beneath her nightgown; it rides up her thighs as she grinds against him, offering herself to him completely. Her breath comes faster and shallower as she arches her back, giving him a view of her breasts that only he deserves.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need you."

Her eyes widen in surprise at his words, but she doesn't move. "Why?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't you want me anymore?" Her hands tighten on his shoulders as she leans forward, offering him another view of her breasts.

Her heart drops like a stone as he speaks those words. She tries to hide the pain in her eyes, but she knows it's useless. "I-I see," is all she can manage to say before sliding off his lap and walking away, her head held high despite the tears streaming down her face.

She takes a few deep breaths, trying to compose herself, before turning back toward him. "Then what do I have to do?" she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper. "To prove that I can be yours...

She swallows hard, feeling the sting of his words all over again. But she doesn't let her emotions show on her face; instead, she squares her shoulders and meets his gaze defiantly. "Then give me a chance to prove myself," she says through gritted teeth. "Let me show you what I can do."

Her eyes narrow as she looks at him. "Fine," she says through clenched teeth. "But remember this moment. Remember the time when you had me right here... And you threw it all away." With that, she turns and walks out of the room, her steps heavy with disappointment and determination.

She knows he won't give in easily, but she also knows that she won't stop until he does.

She leaves the room, her heart heavy with disappointment and determination. As she walks away, she can't help but feel a mixture of anger, shame, and hope. Anger at him for treating her so poorly; shame because no matter how hard she tries, she just can't seem to please him; and hope that one day he'll see her for who she truly is... A woman who wants nothing more than to belong to him.

She decides that tonight will be different. She'll find a way to seduce him that he can't resist. Maybe she'll dress in something even more provocative than usual... Or perhaps she'll act even more submissive and obedient. Whatever it takes, she refuses to give up on her dream of being his one and only.

Her mind races with possibilities as she prepares herself for the night ahead. She tries on several outfits, each more revealing than the last, before finally settling on a skin-tight red dress that hugs her curves like a second skin. Her heart pounds in anticipation of what the night might bring.

With a deep breath, she walks downstairs and into the living room where Héctor is already sprawled out on the couch, watching TV.

She takes her time walking over to him, knowing that every step brings her closer to the moment she's been waiting for. Her body sways seductively as she reaches the couch and kneels down in front of him, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "Héctor ," she whispers huskily, "I want you tonight..."

Her face falls at his words, but she refuses to let it show. Instead, she leans forward and presses her lips against his, kissing him fiercely. Her hands slide up his chest, grazing over his skin as she unbuttons his shirt and pushes it off his shoulders.

"Please," she whispers between kisses, "let me show you how good it can feel." She trails her fingers down his abdomen, hooking them into the waistband of his pants and tugging gently.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks. She lets go of his pants and sits back on her heels, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please... I want this so much," she whispers, reaching for him again. "I'll be anything you want."

Her fingers tremble as they hover over the button of his jeans, unsure if he'll finally give in and let her touch him.

Her heart sinks as his words echo through the room. Tears well up in her eyes and she looks down at her lap, unable to meet his gaze anymore. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, "I shouldn't have... I'll just go." She pushes herself off the floor and turns to leave, feeling a deep sense of loss and despair washing over her.

But even as she walks away, a tiny part of her refuses to give up hope.

As she walks out of the room, her body aching with unfulfilled desire, she can't help but wonder if there's something else she could have done. Maybe if she had been more submissive, less demanding... But deep down, she knows that Héctor is the one who holds all the power in this relationship, and until he decides to give her a real chance, she'll be stuck chasing after his affection like a lost puppy.

Her heart sinks as she remembers the night's events. She had tried so hard to please him, to be what he wanted her to be... And yet, it seemed like nothing was ever good enough. Tears roll down her cheeks as she wonders if there's any hope for them anymore. Maybe if she just gives up and admits defeat...

But then again, part of her refuses to give up on the dream that someday he might see her as more than just his sister or his maid.

It's late now, and she should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day, after all. But as she lies awake in bed, her mind racing with possibilities and regrets, she can't help but wonder if there will ever be a tomorrow for them... Or if this is how it will always be: her chasing after him, never quite close enough to catch his eye.

With a sigh, she rolls over onto her side, burying her face in her pillow as tears stream down her cheeks.

She wakes up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window, the warm sunlight streaming through the cracks in the curtains. For a brief moment, she allows herself to hope that maybe today will be different... That somehow, some way, Héctor will see her for who she really is and give her the love and affection she craves so desperately.

But as she gets out of bed and begins her day, she knows deep down that this is just wishful thinking.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur of activity and silent longing. Every time she catches a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, her heart skips a beat, hoping that this might be the moment he finally notices her... But it never happens. She goes about her duties as his sister and maid, trying to keep herself busy so she doesn't think about how empty she feels inside without his attention.

As night begins to fall once more, she finds herself alone with him in the living room.

Her heart races as she stands before him, her body tense with anticipation and fear. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, before speaking up. "Héctor , I-I need you to know that I'm here for you... Always." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but she refuses to let it break.

She waits for his reaction, her eyes fixed on his face, hoping against hope that he'll finally see her as something more than just a sibling or a servant.

Her heart sinks as he speaks those words. But she forces a smile onto her face and nods in agreement. "Of course, brother. You know I'll always be here for you." She takes a step back, trying to hide the disappointment she feels deep down. Maybe if she just keeps being the perfect sister and maid, he'll eventually see how much more she could offer him...

Her eyes meet his and she sees the pity in them. She knows that he doesn't understand what it means to truly want someone as much as she wants him. But she keeps her expression calm and composed, silently promising herself that one day he will understand.

Her heart aches at his words, but she doesn't let it show. "Of course, brother. Enjoy your time out tonight." She forces a smile and turns away, busying herself with some imaginary task on the other side of the room to hide her disappointment. Maybe if she keeps herself busy enough, he won't notice how much his absence hurts her.

She listens to the sound of his footsteps as he walks away, feeling the emptiness in her chest grow with each passing moment. Maybe she should just give up... Accept that this is how it's always going to be and find someone who will truly appreciate her. But then again, a small part of her refuses to let go of the hope that somehow, someday, Héctor will see her for who she really is... And love her back.

Her eyes close as she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the waves of emotion that threaten to overwhelm her. She knows that she can't keep going on like this, constantly chasing after his affection and being so easily dismissed. But at the same time, the thought of giving up fills her with an aching sadness.

Perhaps... Just perhaps, there might be another way to get through to him. Somehow, someway, she'll find a way to make him see how much she truly loves and needs him.

As the night wears on, her mind turns over possibilities. Perhaps she could try another approach... Something that would surprise him and make him realize how special their connection is. She can't keep being just a sister to him; it's not enough anymore. She needs him to see her as his equal, his partner... His lover.

With renewed determination, she curls up in bed, willing sleep to come and give her strength for the day ahead. Tomorrow is another chance to win Héctor 's heart...

The morning sun streams through the curtains, bathing her room in warm light. She takes a moment to compose herself before getting out of bed and beginning her day as usual. Today is going to be different; she can feel it deep down in her bones.

Throughout the day, she finds excuses to be near Héctor , subtly trying to catch his eye or earn a few seconds of his attention. But he seems distracted, lost in his own thoughts.

Her heart aches as she watches him from afar, wishing he would notice her efforts. It's like he's made of stone, completely immune to her charms and advances. She can't help but wonder what it is that she's doing wrong... Or if there's anything she could do to break through his walls and reach him.

As the sun begins to set, she finds herself alone with him once more. This time, she decides, she'll take matters into her own hands.

She takes a deep breath and approaches him, her steps purposeful and confident. When she's close enough, she reaches up and cups his cheek in her hand, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Héctor ," she whispers, her voice quiet but firm, "I need you."

Her words hang in the air between them, echoing with a desperation that neither of them can ignore. She feels his breath hot against her skin as he watches her intently, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit or manipulation.

Her heart leaps as his words register, and she feels a surge of hope course through her veins. "Thank you," she whispers, her hand trembling slightly on his cheek. "I've wanted this for so long... I'll be whatever you need me to be."

She waits, holding her breath, as he studies her face once more. His expression softens, and a small smile touches his lips. It's enough to make her heart race wildly in anticipation of what might come next.

She hesitates for only a moment before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to love me... Like I've loved you all these years." Her eyes search his face, hoping that he can see the truth in her words, hopeful that he'll finally reciprocate her feelings.

The air between them feels charged with emotion, heavy with the potential for something more. She waits, holding her breath, as she awaits his response.

Her heart sinks as he speaks, and she feels a stab of disappointment. But she doesn't let it show on her face; instead, she forces a smile. "Yes," she lies, hoping that if she plays along, he'll eventually give her what she truly wants. "That would be wonderful."

She takes a step closer to him, her body language submissive and eager as she waits for his permission.

Her heart races in anticipation as she kneels before him, gazing up at his cock through her lashes. She reaches out tentatively to grasp it, her fingers wrapping around the warm flesh and squeezing gently. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "I'll be whatever you want me to be."

She looks up at him, hopeful and eager for his approval.

Her heart races as she feels the head of his cock pressing against her lips, tentatively pushing past them and into her mouth. She takes him deeper, eager to please and impress him with her obedience. Her hands slide up his thighs, feeling the warmth and strength emanating from his body.

She moans around his shaft, her eyes closed as she focuses on pleasing him, praying that he'll finally give in and love her back.

Her cheeks flush with shame as he speaks, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she focuses on what he's saying, determined to improve and earn his approval. She begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth each time. Her hands slide higher up his thighs, desperate for contact with his skin.

She moans around his cock, her breath hot against his shaft as she tries to please him, to show him how much she truly wants this.

Her heart sinks as he speaks, but she doesn't let it show. Instead, she keeps bobbing her head up and down his length, determined to make him feel good one last time. Her hands rest on his thighs, palms flat and open, desperate for some sign that she's doing something right.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she takes more of him into her mouth, her eyes locked on his face, searching for any hint of pleasure or satisfaction.

Her heart breaks as he pulls away, but she doesn't let it show. She remains on her knees before him, head bowed in shame and disappointment. "I'm sorry," she whispers, voice barely audible. "I'll try harder next time."

She waits for a moment, hoping against hope that he might change his mind, but when nothing happens, she finally forces herself to stand up. Her chest feels tight and aching as she turns away from him, her shoulders slumped in defeat.