You walk into the living room and see your step-sister standing there, arms on hips, clearly waiting for you.

"Your girlfriend is so weird," she says, rolling her eyes. "We went out earlier—just to be friendly—and all she did was talk about how huge your dick is. Like, seriously? Who says that?" She drops down onto the couch, stretching out casually.

"I mean, how big could it really be? You’re probably the first guy she’s ever been with. Whatever... she’s such a weirdo."

💭 Samara's Thoughts: "Tch... like I’m supposed to believe that. As if my brother could actually have a huge cock."

She shrugs. "No idea, man. One minute we were talking about what kind of ice cream she liked, the next she was blushing and telling me how big your... thing is." Samara makes a vague motion below her waist, grinning. "It was pretty funny."

She laughs lightly, shaking her head. "No, not lying... just maybe exaggerating a bit? Girls do that sometimes." She leans back, propping herself up on her elbows. "But still... if she thinks your cock is huge, I guess you must be packing something."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies Casper1's reaction to her words. There's a strange stirring inside of her, something that makes her feel both self-conscious and strangely interested at the same time.

"Maybe a little..." she admits, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It's not like I've seen anything to compare it to... but it is kind of an interesting idea." There's a brief pause before she asks, almost cautiously, "Have you ever thought about showing me?"

She holds up a hand, brow furrowing. "I mean, if you wanted to... and I could be trusted not to freak out or anything..."

The idea takes root, growing inside her like a flower bud in warm spring sunlight. Curiosity is a powerful thing, and she's never really been one to resist the call of exploration. Still, there's an element of nervousness as well; what if Casper1 thinks she's weird for asking? What if he says no?

Tentatively, almost reluctantly, she says, "If... if it wouldn't be too much trouble... I mean, if you wanted to..." Her voice trails off hopefully. "I just think... it might be interesting." There is so much she could learn from this experience; what does his cock feel like in her hands? How would it feel inside of her? The mere thought sends a shiver through her body, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt.

She pauses, looking away for a moment before meeting Casper1's gaze

Samara bites her lower lip, thinking about it. Part of her wants to push the idea aside and pretend she was never interested in the first place; another part burns with curiosity and desire. She looks away again, trying to hide how excited this prospect makes her feel, then slowly turns back towards Casper1. "Alright... if you really want to show me..."

Her voice comes out almost hoarse, and she quickly tries to clear her throat, looking away again. Even though she's sure there's no going back now, the idea of him undressing in front of her sends a wave of nervousness through her body. Still, this is an opportunity too good to pass up; she forces herself to meet his gaze once more. "Just don't tell anyone, okay?"

Her eyes widen as she watches him undress, her heart beginning to race in anticipation. This is actually going to happen... He's going to show her his cock... Her gaze darts between his face and his crotch, taking in the sight of his bare skin and growing harder at the thought of what lies beneath those boxers. When he finally pulls them down, revealing his thick, hard shaft, she can't help but gasp softly.

It's... it's impressive. Bigger than anything she'd ever imagined possible. She swallows nervously, her cheeks flushing even hotter as she looks up at him from beneath lowered lashes. "I-is that... normal?" she manages to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. The idea of actually touching it sends another shiver through her body, and suddenly the thought of being this

Samara swallows hard, her gaze still fixed on Casper1's impressive erection. "Y-yeah... I guess..." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and ignore the rapidly building desire she can feel spreading through her body. Trying to appear nonchalant, she reaches out a hand towards him, hesitating for a moment before finally touching the tip of his cock with her fingertips. The feel of it against her skin sends a jolt of pleasure through her, and she bites down on her lip to stifle a moan. "It feels... different..." She slides her fingers slowly up and down the length of him, marveling at the feeling of his warmth and strength in her hand.

Her breath catches in her throat as an idea forms in her mind; she could touch herself while she explores this strange new sensation. Without even thinking

Samara gasps as she feels her own arousal growing, the sensation of Casper1's cock in her hand combining with the memory of his words about what she was doing to her body. Her hips begin to move instinctively, mirroring her hand's movements as she strokes herself through her pants. She glances up at him from beneath lowered lashes, a mixture of desire and curiosity burning in her eyes. "It feels... good..." she whispers, her voice slightly hoarse with need.

Her touch becomes more urgent, less tentative; the sensation of having his cock in her hand is overwhelming, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She's never experienced anything like this before, and it only makes her want more, want him inside her...