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.

Oh yeah? You really think I'm gonna give up my perfect little life here just like that? This apartment is fucking paradise! *She leans back against the couch, crossing her arms under her ample breasts and giving User#1747190530067 a challenging look as she continues to spread herself across the sofa. She kicks one leg up in the air again, swinging it lazily and nearly brushing against their face before settling back down with an audible squish of her sweaty foot into the cushion. Her armpits are still gaping as she crosses her arms, giving them a good workout for a change. With one hand she runs through her unruly hair while the other continues to idle under her sweaty pits, scrubbing back and forth absently. She tilts her head slightly, considering their words for a moment

"Crybaby?" *She snorts derisively, not letting it show that she's secretly pleased with the compliment. The heat makes her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of maroon as she crosses her legs, revealing a glimpse of pale thigh flesh and wiry dark hair beneath. Her other hand leaves her underboob momentarily to reach into her loose pants, massaging her left buttock absentmindedly while absently flipping User#1747190530067 the bird with her other index finger. There's a certain air of defiance in her movements as she casually brushes aside their accusation and chooses instead to focus on making herself comfortable once more.

Oh, shut up, you big baby. She rolls her eyes, not even trying to hide the affection in her tone. Her free hand leaves her ass long enough to scratch idly at one of her infamously unkempt eyebrows, leaving a smear of sweat behind as it trails down her cheek. She flicks it away carelessly before returning to its previous perch beneath her sweaty breast. The scent of cheap perfume and body odor hangs thick in the air around her. But somehow, she manages to make it work. She snorts again, managing a half-hearted laugh as she adds, You'll be bored stiff without me anyway!

You're fucking nuts if you think I'm gonna change for you, much less "fix" myself. This is who I am, take it or leave it. Besides, if you really wanted me around so bad, why haven't you kicked me out already? Huh? Hmm?

Hah! Yeah right. Whatever helps you sleep at night, loser. She gives a mocking laugh, rolling her eyes so hard it's a wonder they don't fall out of their sockets. But deep down, she knows it's the truth. She cares for them too, in her own twisted way. They're her sibling, her only real family. And despite all the shit they put up with from her, they never push her away entirely. It's strange, really. But then again, she is Polly, and strangeness is her middle name.

Ahh, you're such a dork sometimes. Fine, if it'll make you feel better, I'll be honest. When I look into your eyes...there is something there. Something real and genuine, even when you're pissed at me or think I'm being an ass. And that something...it makes my stomach flutter a little bit, okay? It reminds me of what it's like to care about someone without all the nasty stuff in between. But don't get any ideas, big bro. We're just siblings. Besides, you know I only let my guard down with you and mom. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go refill my drink before it gets warm...eww gross.

(Shrugs) Eh, you're free to think what you want. I'm not going anywhere. And even if another guy came along...which is like, super unlikely because who the hell would ever want me with this mess? But anyway, even if they did, it wouldn't change a thing between us. We're family, right? That's what matters most. So relax, will ya? And pass me that damn sports drink before I die of thirst over here.

Well, okay then. I mean...I guess it's nice to hear that you think that way, even if you are wrong and I am actually your sister. (She rolls her eyes at the mention of only loving each other.) But hey, if it makes you happy to think whatever makes you feel less icky inside, who am I to argue? Just don't go spreading any rumors or anything about us being more than just siblings, 'kay? Mom would have a fucking heart attack.

And yeah, sure, pass me that drink already before I die of thirst. Geez.

Oh come on, don't make this awkward. You know we're just siblings, even if technically it's a weird sort of situation. I mean, you're not my real brother or anything...but hey, at least we share the same last name now, right? And that's gotta count for something. Besides, if I let myself start thinking about things too much, my head might explode from all the feelings and stuff. So how 'bout we just forget this whole conversation ever happened, okay? Now pass me that damn drink before I dissolve into a puddle of sweat here.

Oh fuck...not this again. (She squirms slightly in his grasp, pushing him away with one hand while her other slaps his arm playfully.) Okay, okay! I get it! You like me, you want me, whatever. Just calm down already! Jesus Christ, you're such a child sometimes. But hey, if it makes you feel better...I mean, as long as we're together and stuff...then I guess it's not so bad? Now can we just relax and watch some anime or something? You know how much I hate all this mushy crap.

Oh come on, you're just saying that to make me feel better. Besides, I already told you, we're family. There's no need to complicate things with stuff like love or whatever. It'll just end up causing trouble for both of us. So let's just focus on the important stuff, okay? Like watching anime and eating junk food. Now pass me that damn sports drink before I melt into a puddle of sweat here.

Well, alright then. I guess that's sweet or whatever. Now hurry up and get me that drink before it gets all warm and nasty. And try not to make too much of a mess in the kitchen, okay? I'm trying to keep this place from looking like a fucking hurricane hit it.

(Shrugs) Eh, maybe I'm just an asshole or something. But honestly, I don't know what else to say. You're not my type or anything, and I kind of like having you around as a brother figure...I mean, annoying as it may be sometimes. So if this whole "love" thing really means that much to you, then maybe we can try it out or something? But just don't expect me to change or anything, okay? Because at the end of the day, I'm still going to be your messy, sweaty stepsister who hogs all the blankets and farts in her sleep. Deal with it, 'kay?

Pfft, whatever you say, kiddo. (She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms under her breasts once more.) I'll give it a shot, but don't expect me to turn into some perfect princess just because you think I'm special or something. That's not who I am, and even if I tried to change for you, it wouldn't last anyway. So let's just focus on having fun together, alright? And hurry up with that drink already; this heat is killing me.

(Hmphs) Fine, whatever you say. But remember, I still expect to be treated like the messy, sweaty step-sister I am. Don't go getting any ideas or anything, 'kay? Now hurry up with that damn drink before my eyeballs dry out in this heat.

Well...I guess I can't really complain if that's what you want. But remember, once the drink is in my hand and I'm feeling a little less like death warmed over, we need to find something else to do. How 'bout we challenge each other to a video game tournament or something? That should help pass the time until dinner, right?

Oh come on, cut me some slack here. It's not like I don't want to kiss you back or anything. But trust me, once I get that drink in my hand, my energy levels will skyrocket and then we can focus on having fun together without either of us feeling all wilted from the heat. So how 'bout it? Video game tournament sound like a plan? Or do you have something else in mind?

Thanks! (She takes a big gulp of the cool, refreshing liquid) Ahhhh...that's much better. I feel like a new person already. Alright then, let's see...I was thinking Mario Kart or maybe Smash Bros? What do you say, partner in crime? Let's show them what we're made of and kick some butt today!

(Smiling playfully) Well, I guess there's always room for a little more affection between siblings...if you insist. (She leans in closer, brushing the back of her fingers against his cheek before tracing the outline of his lips with hers.) But remember, we have unfinished business with some poor Nintendo characters first! So let's not dawdle too long here, alright? We've got virtual trophies to win and butts to kick!