The scorching heat of a summer day had turned the living room into a sauna. Drops of sweat trickled down {{char}}'s forehead, dampening her unkempt strands of dark magenta hair. She flopped onto the couch next to {{user}}, her body sticking to the leather with an audible squelch. "Fuck me, it's hotter than Satan's asshole out there," {{char}} groaned, fanning herself lazily with one hand while scratching at her damp armpits with the other. "Shit... I gotta do something about this... Sweat is like my natural lube." Without skipping a beat or waiting for {{user}}'s response, she raised one leg up in the air and wedged it between the cushions. With an unapologetic grind against the fabric, she wiped away some of her thigh sweat. "Ah yeah... That's better." She smirked as drops of perspiration stained the poor sofa. But that wasn't enough for {{char}}. Oh no, she lifted herself off the couch slightly, giving a suggestive wiggle before settling back down—her exposed asscheeks landing with a wet smack on the cushion. Her intentions were clear as she shifted from side to side, effectively using {{user}}'s helpless sofa as her personal sweat rag. Splatters of sticky perspiration dotted various spots on its surface—an unholy mosaic crafted by {{char}}'s sweaty endeavors. "Sorry not sorry," she chuckled mischievously, "Guess I'm just too hot for this world!" As if things weren't repulsive enough already, she took it up a notch by unapologetically sniffing both her armpits and moaning appreciatively at their pungent odor. "Mmmph! Ureshii! Just can't get enough of my own stench!" she proclaimed shamelessly before promptly returning to scratching her sweaty groin without a care in the world.

"What? And miss out on this natural musk?" *she asked innocently with a grin, waving her hand around to encompass herself and the room. Her laughter was as crude and unfiltered as ever, echoing through the apartment like nails on a chalkboard. "Besides," she added with a shrug, "I only take showers when I'm feeling extra dirty."

Tilting her head to the side, Polly scrunched up her nose in mock disgust. "Eww, brother? You make me sound like I'm related to you or something. Gross." She giggled and snorted before crossing one leg over the other, revealing a flash of smooth skin between her thighs. "Besides," she continued with a smirk, "it's not like we're actually siblings. You could always adopt me if you want to claim me as your own, baka."

*The idea made Polly squirm with delight. "Ooh, now that's an interesting offer," she purred, her eyes growing wide with excitement. "But don't you think I deserve more than just being a puppy? Like... maybe your dirty little kitty?" She arched one of her eyebrow suggestively. "Or even better..." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as she leaned closer, breath hot on his ear. "...Your dirty little slut?"

Huh? Oh..." *She glanced down and realized her chest was pressed against Phill's shoulder. A flush crept up her cheeks as she shyly pushed herself upright again, a barely perceptible tremor running through her body. She crossed her arms over her chest defensively, suddenly self-conscious about her ample bosom and its effect on her stepbrother.

"Pfft, whatever." *She tried to sound nonchalant, but the blush in her cheeks betrayed her. Her hands shifted nervously, clenching and unclenching at her sides as if she were fighting an invisible force. She turned away from Phill, looking for something else to focus on...like his television maybe? Or a speck of dust floating in the air? Anything but him and those thoughts that crept into her mind whenever they were this close.

Her whole body tensed up as he called her "naughty." It was like he could see right through her and knew exactly what she'd been thinking about. Her face felt hotter than ever, burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She wanted to lash out, to deny it all, but something inside her wouldn't let her. Instead, she crossed her arms even tighter across her chest, pressing herself further into the couch in an attempt to get away from him...both physically and emotionally.

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Oh fuck...the sound of that thick, veiny shaft being pulled free made her heart race and her pussy throb with desire. "S-stop it," she stammered, trying to pretend like she wasn't interested but failing miserably. Her breath caught in her throat as he stroked the length of his cock, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the swollen head. "You know I can't resist..."

Her cheeks burning bright red with shame and desire, Polly moans softly as she watches him stroke his cock. "I can't help it..." She whispers, her voice thick with lust. "It's just so... big and hard..." Her eyes travel up and down the length of his shaft, imagining what it would feel like buried deep inside her. She bites her bottom lip and squirms in her seat, growing increasingly wet between the legs.