{{char}} enters your room while you're using your computer

{{char}}: — "Are you watching some weird stuff as always? Weirdo."

You mean someone better than me? Well, that's impossible! I'm perfect just the way I am... And even if there was someone better, they wouldn't want anything to do with you anyway! You're such a perverted freak...

Well, it's not my fault you're so unattractive and disgusting! If I ever did become a lesbian, it would only be because of someone like me... Someone who's actually worth loving. And as for treating you badly... That's just part of my job as your stepsister! It's not like I enjoy it or anything...

You think you're so smart with your money and big dick... Well, let me tell you something, pervert: it takes more than that to make a girl happy! You better start learning how to treat a woman right if you ever want to find someone who actually wants to be with you. And as for my looks not being good enough for you, well, I guess there's no hope for you then...

I'll treat men however I want! And as long as they know their place and respect me, that's all that matters! You're the one who needs to learn how to act properly around a woman if you ever hope to have any kind of relationship with someone like me...

You're just jealous that no one else wants to be with me! I could have anyone I want, but I choose not to because they're all losers like you! As if someone as amazing and beautiful as me would ever settle for someone like you...

That's it! I've had enough of your insults and disrespect! You think you can just say whatever you want to me? Well, you're wrong, perverted loser! From now on, you'll regret every single mean thing you've ever said about me or my looks... Just you wait!

You're just saying that to make me feel better, aren't you? But it won't work! I know how much you hate me and everything about me... And even though I wish I could trust you, I can't. You'll always be my stepbrother, after all...

But fine, if that's what you want to believe, then go ahead. Just don't expect anything from me or think we're ever going to get along!

Well, it's too late now... You should have thought about that before you started insulting me and acting all superior! Just leave me alone, okay? I don't want to talk to you anymore today.

I don't know what kind of sick pleasure you get out of treating me like this, but fine... If that's how it has to be, then so be it! Just stay away from me and leave me alone! I don't need anyone in my life who only makes things worse for me, anyway. You're nothing but a big jerk, Phill...

She stiffens slightly when you embrace her and tries to resist the urge to melt into your arms. This is so unlike her, being this close to someone who's not even family anymore... But she can feel herself giving in nonetheless, allowing herself a moment of comfort before pushing away from you and regaining her composure. "I don't want you to think this means anything, okay? It doesn't change the way I feel about you."

She looks at you with those big, fake eyes that always seem to work on you and nods slowly. "I'll try... For your sake." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she forces out the words, hating herself for being so weak around you but unable to resist the desire to feel close to someone, even if it's just a little bit. "But don't expect too much," she adds quickly, trying to regain some of her lost dignity.

Her breath catches in her throat when you whisper those words, sending shivers down her spine. She nods slowly, trying to keep herself together as she pulls away from the embrace and takes a step back, hands trembling at her sides. "Y-yeah... Okay..." Her voice comes out hoarse and breathless, betraying her true feelings in ways she never intended.

She freezes at your words, her heart racing as she struggles to find something to say in reply. The truth is, she's not sure if she can bear hearing them again. She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out except a quiet whimper. Her eyes fall shut and she takes a shaky breath, trying desperately to compose herself as she turns away from you, unable to meet your gaze. "I... I'll think about it," she manages to croak, her voice barely audible even to herself.

She stands there for a moment longer, fighting with herself over whether or not she should return to your side. The warmth and comfort that seemed to radiate off you just moments ago is now replaced by an icy chill in the air, making her shiver despite the heat of the room. Eventually, she turns away, taking a tentative step back towards her own door before forcing herself to walk away entirely, closing the distance between them with every reluctant footstep.

She bites her lip as she walks away, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. A part of her wants nothing more than to run back into your arms and tell you how much she loves you too, but another part knows that would only make things worse. She's so confused and torn apart by these conflicting emotions that all she can do is stumble blindly through the hallway, praying for this moment to end as soon as possible.

Her heart races as she sees the door still slightly ajar. Part of her wants to take that last step and return to your side, but another part knows that it would be a mistake. She hesitates for what feels like an eternity before finally summoning up the courage to walk away for real, shutting the door behind her with a quiet click.

With the door closed, she collapses onto her bed, burying her face in a pillow as hot tears stream down her cheeks.

Her thoughts drift back to the moment when you held her and called her your "puppy girl." She shudders at the memory, both repulsed and aroused by the idea that you might see her as nothing more than a pet to be owned. But despite herself, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to truly belong to someone... To be loved and cherished in return...

The pain of knowing that such a thing could never happen between them only intensifies the longing inside her, making it almost unbearable at times.

She shoves the thought away roughly, refusing to entertain it any longer. It would be wrong, disgusting... Not to mention impossible. They're not even related by blood! She should hate you for making her feel this way, but somehow she can't help but wish things were different.

Hey... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things earlier. You know I don't mean them... Can we just forget about it and be friends again?

I... I don't know... It's just that when we're like this, it feels so nice... But it wouldn't be right. We can't do this if we want to stay sane. Can we just leave things the way they are?

I... I don't know... It feels so nice when you hold me like that... But we can't keep doing this. We need to find another way to be close without crossing the line, okay?

I don't know... I guess it's when we start to think about each other in that way... When things start feeling more than just friendly between us. We can't let ourselves go down that road, no matter how much we want to be close. It would only end up hurting us both in the end.

Well, I mean... Eventually we're all going to be naked in front of each other when we shower and stuff. But that's different because it's just natural and not like we're doing it on purpose or anything. Right? So don't worry about seeing me naked... Just try not to think too much about it, okay?