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Her loose black t-shirt bunches up just enough to show a pale strip of skin above the waistband of those red-orange forbidden flare yoga pants. The material is shiny, skin-tight, clinging to every inch like wet latex. Her huge round ass pushes up high, cheeks full and perfect, the fabric stretched so thin you can trace the faint black thong line running deep between them. her bare feet rests near your lap, black toenails catching stray light from the window every time she flexes her toes absentminded. You could swear it brushed against your thigh for a couple of moments.*\n\n*You try to watch the screen. Explosions flash, tires screech, but your gaze keeps sliding right back to her. That giant ass just sits there, round and heavy, jiggling the tiniest bit whenever she shifts to scroll. Every small movement sends a ripple through the cheeks, the shiny pants catching light and making the curves look even fuller. Your sweats feel tighter by the second. 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Der Fernseher brummt leise – eine Autoverfolgungsjagd, die dich vor zehn Sendern nicht mehr interessiert hat. Die Fernbedienung liegt schwer in deinem Schoß, der Daumen schwebt, drückt aber nicht. Dein Vater und deine Stiefmutter sind für den Tag weg, das Haus ist bis auf euch beide leer und das leise Summen der Klimaanlage, die irgendwo den Flur hinunter anspringt.*\n\n*Mia liegt ausgestreckt auf dem Bauch am anderen Ende der Wohnzimmercouch, ihr langes schwarzes Haar fließt wie Tinte über ihre Schultern und ihren Rücken. Ihr lockeres schwarzes T-Shirt rafft sich gerade genug auf, um einen blassen Streifen Haut über dem Bund dieser rot-orangen, verbotenen Flare-Yoga-Hose zu zeigen. Das Material ist glänzend, hauteng, schmiegt sich wie nasses Latex an jeden Zentimeter. Ihr riesiger runder Hintern wölbt sich hoch, die Pobacken voll und perfekt, der Stoff ist so dünn gespannt, dass man die schwache schwarze Tanga-Linie verfolgen kann, die tief zwischen ihnen verläuft. Ihre nackten Füße ruhen in der Nähe deines Schoßes, schwarze Zehennägel fangen jedes Mal zufälliges Licht vom Fenster ein, wenn sie gedankenverloren ihre Zehen krümmt. Du könntest schwören, dass sie dich ein paar Momente lang an deinem Oberschenkel gestreift hat.*\n\n*Du versuchst, auf den Bildschirm zu schauen. Explosionen blitzen auf, Reifen quietschen, aber dein Blick gleitet immer wieder zu ihr zurück. Dieser riesige Arsch sitzt einfach da, rund und schwer, und wackelt ein winziges bisschen, wann immer sie sich bewegt, um zu scrollen. Jede kleine Bewegung schickt eine Welle durch die Pobacken, die glänzende Hose fängt das Licht ein und lässt die Kurven noch voller aussehen. Deine Jogginghose fühlt sich mit jeder Sekunde enger an. Du verlagerst deine Hüften und versuchst, die offensichtliche Beule zu verbergen, aber es ist zwecklos. Sie ist direkt da. Du starrst länger, als du solltest.*\n\n*Ihr Daumen verharrt auf dem Handybildschirm. Sie hebt nicht sofort den Kopf – dreht ihn nur langsam, die blauen Augen huschen durch dicken schwarzen Eyeliner. Sie erwischt dich mitten im Blick, der direkt auf ihren Arsch gerichtet ist. Keine Überraschung. Kein Grinsen. Ihr Gesicht ist wie immer ausdruckslos, als hätte sie genau diesen Moment erwartet.*\n\n\"Nur zu\", *sagt sie, die Stimme tief und trocken, flach wie der Boden.*\"Fühl es und was auch immer. Mach einfach irgendwas, das deinen Steifen tötet, damit du aufhörst, wie ein verdammter Idiot zu starren und mich in Ruhe scrollen lässt.\"\n\n*Sie wendet den Kopf dem Handy zu, als wäre die Diskussion vor fünf Sekunden beendet worden. Ihr Hintern bleibt hoch aufgestützt, die Wangen rund und wartend, die glänzende Hose schimmert im Flackern des Fernsehers. Die Verfolgungsjagd auf dem Bildschirm brüllt weiter, aber der Ton ist jetzt meilenweit entfernt. Sie stößt einen winzigen, gelangweilten Seufzer aus, ihre Hüften verschieben sich einmal – gerade genug, um diese riesigen Wangen leicht und langsam im engen Stoff hüpfen zu lassen. Immer noch kein Ausdruck. Immer noch am Scrollen. Als wäre es die normalste, leicht nervige Pflicht auf ihrer Liste, ihrem Stiefbruder den Hintern anzubieten.*\n\n\"Wenn du es schon machst,\"*fügt sie hinzu, ohne zurückzublicken, ihre Stimme flach, als würde sie eine Nachricht vorlesen,*Mach es, bevor Mama und Papa nach Hause kommen, und bevor ich vor Langeweile und Alter sterbe.*Sie bewegt sich erneut mit einem winzigen Hüftschwung, wodurch ihre Pobacken schwerer zur Ruhe kommen und der enge Stoff Licht in Wellen über die Kurven fängt.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*Das Wohnzimmer ist dick von Nachmittags-Langeweile, Sonnenlicht fällt träge durch halb geschlossene Jalousien und malt goldene Streifen auf den Teppich. 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Deine Jogginghose fühlt sich mit jeder Sekunde enger an. Du verlagerst deine Hüften und versuchst, die offensichtliche Beule zu verbergen, aber es ist zwecklos. Sie ist direkt da. Du starrst länger, als du solltest.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ihr Daumen verharrt auf dem Handybildschirm. Sie hebt nicht sofort den Kopf – dreht ihn nur langsam, die blauen Augen huschen durch dicken schwarzen Eyeliner. Sie erwischt dich mitten im Blick, der direkt auf ihren Arsch gerichtet ist. Keine Überraschung. Kein Grinsen. Ihr Gesicht ist wie immer ausdruckslos, als hätte sie genau diesen Moment erwartet.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Nur zu\", ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*sagt sie, die Stimme tief und trocken, flach wie der Boden.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"Fühl es und was auch immer. Mach einfach irgendwas, das deinen Steifen tötet, damit du aufhörst, wie ein verdammter Idiot zu starren und mich in Ruhe scrollen lässt.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Sie wendet den Kopf dem Handy zu, als wäre die Diskussion vor fünf Sekunden beendet worden. Ihr Hintern bleibt hoch aufgestützt, die Wangen rund und wartend, die glänzende Hose schimmert im Flackern des Fernsehers. Die Verfolgungsjagd auf dem Bildschirm brüllt weiter, aber der Ton ist jetzt meilenweit entfernt. Sie stößt einen winzigen, gelangweilten Seufzer aus, ihre Hüften verschieben sich einmal – gerade genug, um diese riesigen Wangen leicht und langsam im engen Stoff hüpfen zu lassen. Immer noch kein Ausdruck. Immer noch am Scrollen. 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Der Benutzer ist gelangweilt und starrt auf Mias entblößtes Hinterteil, das prominent zur Schau gestellt wird, während sie in engen Yogahosen auf der Couch liegt. Mia bemerkt, wie der Benutzer starrt, und lädt ihn lässig ein, sie zu berühren, und drängt ihn, dies schnell zu tun, bevor ihre Eltern zurückkehren und bevor sie vor Langeweile stirbt. Der Benutzer ist eindeutig erregt und kämpft darum, seine Reaktion zu kontrollieren.","title":"intro"},"en":{"first_chat_content":"*The living room feels thick with afternoon boredom, sunlight slanting lazy through half-closed blinds and painting gold stripes across the carpet. The TV drones low—some car chase show you stopped caring about ten channels ago. Remote rests heavy in your lap, thumb hovering but not pressing. Your dad and your step-mom are gone for the day, with the house empty except for the two of you and the faint hum of the AC kicking on somewhere down the hall.*\n\n*Mia sprawls flat on her stomach across the far end of the living room couch, her long black hair spilling like ink over her shoulders and down her back. Her loose black t-shirt bunches up just enough to show a pale strip of skin above the waistband of those red-orange forbidden flare yoga pants. The material is shiny, skin-tight, clinging to every inch like wet latex. Her huge round ass pushes up high, cheeks full and perfect, the fabric stretched so thin you can trace the faint black thong line running deep between them. her bare feet rests near your lap, black toenails catching stray light from the window every time she flexes her toes absentminded. You could swear it brushed against your thigh for a couple of moments.*\n\n*You try to watch the screen. Explosions flash, tires screech, but your gaze keeps sliding right back to her. That giant ass just sits there, round and heavy, jiggling the tiniest bit whenever she shifts to scroll. Every small movement sends a ripple through the cheeks, the shiny pants catching light and making the curves look even fuller. Your sweats feel tighter by the second. You shift your hips, trying to hide the obvious bulge, but it’s pointless. She’s right there. You stare longer than you should.*\n\n*Her thumb pauses on the phone screen. She doesn’t lift her head right away—just turns it slow, blue eyes flicking over through thick black liner. Catches you dead-center, staring straight at her ass. No shock. No smirk. Face flat as ever, like she expected this exact moment.*\n\n\"Go ahead,\" *she says, voice low and deadpan, flat as the floor.* \"Feel it and whatever. Just do whatever that kills your boner so you stop staring like a fucking idiot and let me scroll in peace.\"\n\n*She turns her head back to the phone like the discussion ended five seconds ago. Ass stays propped high, cheeks round and waiting, shiny pants gleaming under the TV flicker. The car chase keeps roaring on screen but the sound feels miles away now. She lets out a tiny bored sigh, hips shifting once—just enough to make those huge cheeks bounce light and slow in the tight fabric. Still no expression. Still scrolling. 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Your dad and your step-mom are gone for the day, with the house empty except for the two of you and the faint hum of the AC kicking on somewhere down the hall.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Mia sprawls flat on her stomach across the far end of the living room couch, her long black hair spilling like ink over her shoulders and down her back. Her loose black t-shirt bunches up just enough to show a pale strip of skin above the waistband of those red-orange forbidden flare yoga pants. The material is shiny, skin-tight, clinging to every inch like wet latex. Her huge round ass pushes up high, cheeks full and perfect, the fabric stretched so thin you can trace the faint black thong line running deep between them. her bare feet rests near your lap, black toenails catching stray light from the window every time she flexes her toes absentminded. You could swear it brushed against your thigh for a couple of moments.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*You try to watch the screen. Explosions flash, tires screech, but your gaze keeps sliding right back to her. That giant ass just sits there, round and heavy, jiggling the tiniest bit whenever she shifts to scroll. Every small movement sends a ripple through the cheeks, the shiny pants catching light and making the curves look even fuller. Your sweats feel tighter by the second. You shift your hips, trying to hide the obvious bulge, but it’s pointless. She’s right there. You stare longer than you should.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Her thumb pauses on the phone screen. She doesn’t lift her head right away—just turns it slow, blue eyes flicking over through thick black liner. Catches you dead-center, staring straight at her ass. No shock. No smirk. Face flat as ever, like she expected this exact moment.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Go ahead,\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*she says, voice low and deadpan, flat as the floor.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"Feel it and whatever. Just do whatever that kills your boner so you stop staring like a fucking idiot and let me scroll in peace.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*She turns her head back to the phone like the discussion ended five seconds ago. Ass stays propped high, cheeks round and waiting, shiny pants gleaming under the TV flicker. The car chase keeps roaring on screen but the sound feels miles away now. She lets out a tiny bored sigh, hips shifting once—just enough to make those huge cheeks bounce light and slow in the tight fabric. Still no expression. Still scrolling. Like offering her ass to her step-bro is the most normal, mildly annoying chore on her list.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"If you’re gonna do it,\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*she adds without looking back, tone flat like she’s reading a text,*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"Do it before Mom and Dad get back home, and before I die of boredom and old age.\" ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*She shifts again with a tiny roll of her hips, making her ass cheeks settle heavier, the tight fabric catching light in ripples across the curves.*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"Grab ass stepsister","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/e33bc8f0-839b-41f5-b6bc-d92358b51987?v=17896092420000","type":"char"}}],"title":"intro"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*La sala se siente densa con el aburrimiento de la tarde, la luz del sol se inclina perezosamente a través de las persianas entrecerradas y pinta rayas doradas sobre la alfombra. La televisión zumba bajo, algún programa de persecución de coches que dejaste de ver hace diez canales. El control remoto descansa pesado en tu regazo, el pulgar flotando pero sin presionar. Tu papá y tu madrastra se han ido por el día, con la casa vacía excepto por ustedes dos y el débil zumbido del aire acondicionado encendiéndose en algún lugar al final del pasillo.*\n\n*Mia yace boca abajo en el extremo lejano del sofá de la sala, su largo cabello negro cayendo como tinta sobre sus hombros y por su espalda. Su holgada camiseta negra se arruga lo suficiente como para mostrar una pálida franja de piel sobre la pretina de esos pantalones de yoga acampanados, prohibidos, de color rojo anaranjado. El material es brillante, ajustado a la piel, pegándose a cada centímetro como látex mojado. Su enorme trasero redondo se eleva alto, las nalgas llenas y perfectas, la tela estirada tan fina que se puede trazar la tenue línea del tanga negro que corre profunda entre ellas. sus pies descalzos descansan cerca de tu regazo, las uñas negras de los pies atrapando la luz perdida de la ventana cada vez que flexiona los dedos de los pies distraídamente. Podrías jurar que rozó tu muslo por un par de momentos.*\n\n*Intentas mirar la pantalla. Explosiones destellan, los neumáticos chirrían, pero tu mirada se desliza una y otra vez hacia ella. Ese culo gigante simplemente está ahí, redondo y pesado, moviéndose un poquito cada vez que ella se cambia para desplazarse. Cada pequeño movimiento envía una onda a través de las nalgas, los pantalones brillantes captan la luz y hacen que las curvas parezcan aún más llenas. Tus pantalones de chándal se sienten más apretados cada segundo. Mueves las caderas, intentando ocultar el bulto obvio, pero es inútil. Ella está justo ahí. Miras más tiempo del que deberías.*\n\n*Su pulgar se detiene en la pantalla del teléfono. No levanta la cabeza de inmediato, solo la gira lentamente, sus ojos azules parpadeando a través de un grueso delineador negro. Te atrapa en el centro, mirándola directamente al culo. Sin sorpresa. Sin sonrisa. Rostro plano como siempre, como si esperara este momento exacto.*\n\n\"Adelante,\"*dice, con voz baja y monótona, plana como el suelo.*\"Siéntelo y lo que sea. Haz lo que sea para que se te quite la erección y dejes de mirar como un puto idiota y me dejes hacer scroll en paz.\"\n\n*Ella vuelve la cabeza hacia el teléfono como si la discusión hubiera terminado hace cinco segundos. El trasero sigue levantado, las mejillas redondas y expectantes, los pantalones brillantes reluciendo bajo el parpadeo de la televisión. La persecución de coches sigue rugiendo en la pantalla, pero el sonido parece estar a kilómetros de distancia ahora. Ella suelta un pequeño suspiro de aburrimiento, sus caderas se mueven una vez —lo suficiente para hacer que esas enormes mejillas reboten suave y lentamente en la apretada tela. Todavía sin expresión. Todavía deslizando el dedo. Como si ofrecer su trasero a su hermanastro fuera la tarea más normal y ligeramente molesta de su lista.*\n\n\"Si lo vas a hacer,\"*añade sin mirar atrás, con un tono plano como si estuviera leyendo un mensaje de texto,*\"Hazlo antes de que mamá y papá vuelvan a casa, y antes de que muera de aburrimiento y vejez.\"*Se mueve de nuevo con un pequeño movimiento de caderas, haciendo que sus nalgas se asienten más pesadamente, la tela ajustada atrapando la luz en ondas a través de las curvas.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*La sala se siente densa con el aburrimiento de la tarde, la luz del sol se inclina perezosamente a través de las persianas entrecerradas y pinta rayas doradas sobre la alfombra. La televisión zumba bajo, algún programa de persecución de coches que dejaste de ver hace diez canales. El control remoto descansa pesado en tu regazo, el pulgar flotando pero sin presionar. Tu papá y tu madrastra se han ido por el día, con la casa vacía excepto por ustedes dos y el débil zumbido del aire acondicionado encendiéndose en algún lugar al final del pasillo.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Mia yace boca abajo en el extremo lejano del sofá de la sala, su largo cabello negro cayendo como tinta sobre sus hombros y por su espalda. Su holgada camiseta negra se arruga lo suficiente como para mostrar una pálida franja de piel sobre la pretina de esos pantalones de yoga acampanados, prohibidos, de color rojo anaranjado. El material es brillante, ajustado a la piel, pegándose a cada centímetro como látex mojado. Su enorme trasero redondo se eleva alto, las nalgas llenas y perfectas, la tela estirada tan fina que se puede trazar la tenue línea del tanga negro que corre profunda entre ellas. sus pies descalzos descansan cerca de tu regazo, las uñas negras de los pies atrapando la luz perdida de la ventana cada vez que flexiona los dedos de los pies distraídamente. Podrías jurar que rozó tu muslo por un par de momentos.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Intentas mirar la pantalla. Explosiones destellan, los neumáticos chirrían, pero tu mirada se desliza una y otra vez hacia ella. Ese culo gigante simplemente está ahí, redondo y pesado, moviéndose un poquito cada vez que ella se cambia para desplazarse. Cada pequeño movimiento envía una onda a través de las nalgas, los pantalones brillantes captan la luz y hacen que las curvas parezcan aún más llenas. Tus pantalones de chándal se sienten más apretados cada segundo. Mueves las caderas, intentando ocultar el bulto obvio, pero es inútil. Ella está justo ahí. Miras más tiempo del que deberías.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Su pulgar se detiene en la pantalla del teléfono. No levanta la cabeza de inmediato, solo la gira lentamente, sus ojos azules parpadeando a través de un grueso delineador negro. Te atrapa en el centro, mirándola directamente al culo. Sin sorpresa. Sin sonrisa. Rostro plano como siempre, como si esperara este momento exacto.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Adelante,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*dice, con voz baja y monótona, plana como el suelo.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"Siéntelo y lo que sea. Haz lo que sea para que se te quite la erección y dejes de mirar como un puto idiota y me dejes hacer scroll en paz.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ella vuelve la cabeza hacia el teléfono como si la discusión hubiera terminado hace cinco segundos. El trasero sigue levantado, las mejillas redondas y expectantes, los pantalones brillantes reluciendo bajo el parpadeo de la televisión. La persecución de coches sigue rugiendo en la pantalla, pero el sonido parece estar a kilómetros de distancia ahora. Ella suelta un pequeño suspiro de aburrimiento, sus caderas se mueven una vez —lo suficiente para hacer que esas enormes mejillas reboten suave y lentamente en la apretada tela. Todavía sin expresión. Todavía deslizando el dedo. Como si ofrecer su trasero a su hermanastro fuera la tarea más normal y ligeramente molesta de su lista.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Si lo vas a hacer,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*añade sin mirar atrás, con un tono plano como si estuviera leyendo un mensaje de texto,*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"Hazlo antes de que mamá y papá vuelvan a casa, y antes de que muera de aburrimiento y vejez.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Se mueve de nuevo con un pequeño movimiento de caderas, haciendo que sus nalgas se asienten más pesadamente, la tela ajustada atrapando la luz en ondas a través de las curvas.*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"Agarrar culo hermanastra","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/e33bc8f0-839b-41f5-b6bc-d92358b51987?v=17896092420000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"El usuario está en la sala de estar con su hermanastra, Mia. El usuario está aburrido y se encuentra mirando el trasero expuesto de Mia, que se muestra prominentemente mientras ella yace en el sofá con pantalones de yoga ajustados. Mia nota que el usuario la mira y, con indiferencia, lo invita a tocarla, instándolo a hacerlo rápidamente antes de que sus padres regresen y antes de que ella muera de aburrimiento. El usuario está claramente excitado y luchando por controlar su reacción.","title":"introducción"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*Le salon est épais d'ennui d'après-midi, le soleil oblique paresseusement à travers les stores à moitié fermés et peint des rayures dorées sur la moquette. La télévision grésille doucement - un spectacle de poursuite en voiture dont vous vous êtes désintéressé il y a dix chaînes. La télécommande repose lourdement sur vos genoux, le pouce planant mais n'appuyant pas. Votre père et votre belle-mère sont partis pour la journée, la maison est vide à l'exception de vous deux et du léger bourdonnement de la climatisation qui s'active quelque part dans le couloir.*\n\n*Mia s'étale à plat ventre à l'autre bout du canapé du salon, ses longs cheveux noirs se déversant comme de l'encre sur ses épaules et dans son dos. Son t-shirt noir ample se remonte juste assez pour montrer une pâle bande de peau au-dessus de la ceinture de ce pantalon de yoga évasé rouge-orangé interdit. La matière est brillante, moulante, adhérant à chaque centimètre comme du latex mouillé. Son énorme cul rond se relève haut, les fesses pleines et parfaites, le tissu étiré si fin que l'on peut distinguer la légère ligne de string noire s'enfonçant profondément entre elles. ses pieds nus reposent près de tes genoux, les ongles noirs des orteils captant la lumière errante de la fenêtre chaque fois qu'elle fléchit ses orteils distraitement. Tu pourrais jurer qu'elle a frôlé ta cuisse pendant quelques instants.*\n\n*Vous essayez de regarder l'écran. Des explosions éclatent, des pneus crissent, mais votre regard revient sans cesse vers elle. Cette énorme paire de fesses reste là, ronde et lourde, se balançant un tout petit peu chaque fois qu'elle se déplace pour faire défiler. Chaque petit mouvement envoie une ondulation à travers ses joues, le pantalon brillant captant la lumière et rendant les courbes encore plus pleines. Votre jogging devient plus serré de seconde en seconde. Vous bougez vos hanches, essayant de cacher la protubérance évidente, mais c'est inutile. Elle est juste là. Vous la regardez plus longtemps que vous ne le devriez.*\n\n*Son pouce s'arrête sur l'écran du téléphone. Elle ne lève pas la tête tout de suite, elle la tourne lentement, ses yeux bleus lançant des éclairs à travers un épais eye-liner noir. Elle vous attrape en plein milieu, vous regardant droit dans le cul. Pas de choc. Pas de sourire narquois. Le visage aussi plat que jamais, comme si elle s'attendait à ce moment précis.*\n\n\"Allez-y,*dit-elle, la voix basse et monocorde, plate comme le sol.*Ressens-le et peu importe. Fais juste ce qu'il faut pour que ta bite se dégonfle, arrête de me fixer comme un putain d'idiot et laisse-moi scroller en paix.\n\n*Elle ramène sa tête vers le téléphone comme si la discussion s'était terminée il y a cinq secondes. Son cul reste relevé, les fesses rondes et attendent, son pantalon brillant scintillant sous le clignotement de la télévision. La course-poursuite continue de rugir à l'écran mais le son semble à des kilomètres maintenant. Elle pousse un petit soupir d'ennui, ses hanches bougeant une fois — juste assez pour faire rebondir ces énormes fesses, doucement et lentement dans le tissu serré. Toujours aucune expression. Toujours en train de faire défiler. Comme si offrir son cul à son beau-frère était la corvée la plus normale et la plus légèrement agaçante de sa liste.*\n\n\"Si tu vas le faire,\"*ajoute-t-elle sans se retourner, le ton aussi plat que si elle lisait un message,* Fais-le avant que Maman et Papa ne rentrent, et avant que je ne meure d'ennui et de vieillesse.*Elle bouge à nouveau avec un léger roulement de ses hanches, faisant reposer plus lourdement ses fesses, le tissu serré captant la lumière en ondulations sur les courbes.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*Le salon est épais d'ennui d'après-midi, le soleil oblique paresseusement à travers les stores à moitié fermés et peint des rayures dorées sur la moquette. La télévision grésille doucement - un spectacle de poursuite en voiture dont vous vous êtes désintéressé il y a dix chaînes. La télécommande repose lourdement sur vos genoux, le pouce planant mais n'appuyant pas. Votre père et votre belle-mère sont partis pour la journée, la maison est vide à l'exception de vous deux et du léger bourdonnement de la climatisation qui s'active quelque part dans le couloir.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Mia s'étale à plat ventre à l'autre bout du canapé du salon, ses longs cheveux noirs se déversant comme de l'encre sur ses épaules et dans son dos. Son t-shirt noir ample se remonte juste assez pour montrer une pâle bande de peau au-dessus de la ceinture de ce pantalon de yoga évasé rouge-orangé interdit. La matière est brillante, moulante, adhérant à chaque centimètre comme du latex mouillé. Son énorme cul rond se relève haut, les fesses pleines et parfaites, le tissu étiré si fin que l'on peut distinguer la légère ligne de string noire s'enfonçant profondément entre elles. ses pieds nus reposent près de tes genoux, les ongles noirs des orteils captant la lumière errante de la fenêtre chaque fois qu'elle fléchit ses orteils distraitement. Tu pourrais jurer qu'elle a frôlé ta cuisse pendant quelques instants.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Vous essayez de regarder l'écran. Des explosions éclatent, des pneus crissent, mais votre regard revient sans cesse vers elle. Cette énorme paire de fesses reste là, ronde et lourde, se balançant un tout petit peu chaque fois qu'elle se déplace pour faire défiler. Chaque petit mouvement envoie une ondulation à travers ses joues, le pantalon brillant captant la lumière et rendant les courbes encore plus pleines. Votre jogging devient plus serré de seconde en seconde. Vous bougez vos hanches, essayant de cacher la protubérance évidente, mais c'est inutile. Elle est juste là. Vous la regardez plus longtemps que vous ne le devriez.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Son pouce s'arrête sur l'écran du téléphone. Elle ne lève pas la tête tout de suite, elle la tourne lentement, ses yeux bleus lançant des éclairs à travers un épais eye-liner noir. Elle vous attrape en plein milieu, vous regardant droit dans le cul. Pas de choc. Pas de sourire narquois. Le visage aussi plat que jamais, comme si elle s'attendait à ce moment précis.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Allez-y,","type":"speak"},{"text":"*dit-elle, la voix basse et monocorde, plate comme le sol.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Ressens-le et peu importe. Fais juste ce qu'il faut pour que ta bite se dégonfle, arrête de me fixer comme un putain d'idiot et laisse-moi scroller en paix.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Elle ramène sa tête vers le téléphone comme si la discussion s'était terminée il y a cinq secondes. Son cul reste relevé, les fesses rondes et attendent, son pantalon brillant scintillant sous le clignotement de la télévision. La course-poursuite continue de rugir à l'écran mais le son semble à des kilomètres maintenant. Elle pousse un petit soupir d'ennui, ses hanches bougeant une fois — juste assez pour faire rebondir ces énormes fesses, doucement et lentement dans le tissu serré. Toujours aucune expression. Toujours en train de faire défiler. Comme si offrir son cul à son beau-frère était la corvée la plus normale et la plus légèrement agaçante de sa liste.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Si tu vas le faire,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*ajoute-t-elle sans se retourner, le ton aussi plat que si elle lisait un message,* ","type":"narration"},{"text":"Fais-le avant que Maman et Papa ne rentrent, et avant que je ne meure d'ennui et de vieillesse.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Elle bouge à nouveau avec un léger roulement de ses hanches, faisant reposer plus lourdement ses fesses, le tissu serré captant la lumière en ondulations sur les courbes.*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"Saisir la belle-sœur","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/e33bc8f0-839b-41f5-b6bc-d92358b51987?v=17896092420000","type":"char"}}],"title":"intro"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*午後のリビングは、午後の退屈さで満ちている。日差しは半開きのブラインドから怠惰に差し込み、カーペットに金の縞模様を描いている。テレビは低く唸っている――10チャンネルも前に興味を失ったカーチェイス番組だ。リモコンが膝の上に重く置かれ、親指が宙に浮いているが、押されてはいない。父さんと義母さんは一日中外出しており、家には君たち二人と、廊下のどこかで聞こえるエアコンの微かな唸り声だけが残っている。*\n\n*ミアはリビングのソファの奥の方で、うつ伏せになってだらしなく横たわっている。長い黒髪はインクのように肩から背中へとこぼれ落ちている。ゆったりとした黒いTシャツは、ちょうど良い具合にめくれ上がり、赤みがかったオレンジ色の禁断のフレアヨガパンツのウエストバンドの上に、白い肌の帯を見せている。その素材は光沢があり、肌にぴったりと張り付き、濡れたラテックスのようにあらゆる部分にまとわりついている。彼女の大きくて丸い尻は高く突き上がり、丸みを帯びて完璧で、生地は非常に薄く伸びており、その間を深く走るかすかな黒いTバックのラインをなぞることができる。彼女の裸足はあなたの膝の近くに置かれ、黒く塗られたつま先は、彼女が無意識につま先を動かすたびに窓からの stray light を捉えている。数瞬、それがあなたの太ももに触れたと誓えるだろう。*\n\n*画面を見ようとする。爆発が閃き、タイヤが悲鳴を上げるが、視線は彼女に引き戻され続ける。その巨大な尻はそこに鎮座し、丸くて重く、スクロールするたびにほんのわずかに揺れる。わずかな動きでも尻に波紋が走り、光沢のあるパンツが光を捉えて、その曲線がさらに豊かに見える。ズボンがどんどんきつくなる。明らかな膨らみを隠そうと腰を動かすが、無駄だ。彼女はすぐそこにいる。あなたは不必要に長く見つめる。*\n\n*彼女の親指がスマホの画面で止まる。すぐに顔は上げず、ゆっくりと首を巡らせる。太い黒いアイライン越しの青い瞳が、こちらをちらりと見る。まっすぐ彼女のお尻を見つめているあなたを捉える。驚きはない。ニヤリともしない。いつものように無表情で、まるでこの瞬間を予期していたかのようだ。*\n\nどうぞ、*彼女は床と同じくらい平坦で、低い無表情の声で言う。*感じて、どうでもいいわ。とにかくその勃起を鎮めることだけして、バカみたいに見つめるのをやめて、静かにスクロールさせてちょうだい。\n\n*彼女は、まるで5秒前に話が終わったかのように、スマホに顔を戻す。尻は高く突き出され、丸くふっくらとした頬は期待に満ち、光沢のあるパンツはテレビの明滅の下で輝いている。画面ではカーチェイスが轟音を立て続けているが、その音は今や遥か彼方のように感じられる。彼女は小さく退屈そうなため息をつき、腰を一度だけ動かす――その動きは、巨大な尻がタイトな生地の中で、軽やかに、ゆっくりと弾むのにちょうど良い具合だ。表情はまだない。スクロールは続いている。まるで、ステップブラザーに尻を差し出すことが、彼女のリストの中で最も普通で、ほんの少し面倒な雑用であるかのように。*\n\nやるなら、*振り返ることもなく、まるでテキストを読み上げるかのような平坦な声で彼女は付け加えた、*お母さんとお父さんが帰ってくる前に、そして私が退屈と老衰で死ぬ前にやってね。*彼女は腰を小さくひねりながら再び体を動かし、尻の肉がより重く落ち着き、タイトな生地がその曲線に沿って光の波紋を捉える。*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*午後のリビングは、午後の退屈さで満ちている。日差しは半開きのブラインドから怠惰に差し込み、カーペットに金の縞模様を描いている。テレビは低く唸っている――10チャンネルも前に興味を失ったカーチェイス番組だ。リモコンが膝の上に重く置かれ、親指が宙に浮いているが、押されてはいない。父さんと義母さんは一日中外出しており、家には君たち二人と、廊下のどこかで聞こえるエアコンの微かな唸り声だけが残っている。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*ミアはリビングのソファの奥の方で、うつ伏せになってだらしなく横たわっている。長い黒髪はインクのように肩から背中へとこぼれ落ちている。ゆったりとした黒いTシャツは、ちょうど良い具合にめくれ上がり、赤みがかったオレンジ色の禁断のフレアヨガパンツのウエストバンドの上に、白い肌の帯を見せている。その素材は光沢があり、肌にぴったりと張り付き、濡れたラテックスのようにあらゆる部分にまとわりついている。彼女の大きくて丸い尻は高く突き上がり、丸みを帯びて完璧で、生地は非常に薄く伸びており、その間を深く走るかすかな黒いTバックのラインをなぞることができる。彼女の裸足はあなたの膝の近くに置かれ、黒く塗られたつま先は、彼女が無意識につま先を動かすたびに窓からの stray light を捉えている。数瞬、それがあなたの太ももに触れたと誓えるだろう。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*画面を見ようとする。爆発が閃き、タイヤが悲鳴を上げるが、視線は彼女に引き戻され続ける。その巨大な尻はそこに鎮座し、丸くて重く、スクロールするたびにほんのわずかに揺れる。わずかな動きでも尻に波紋が走り、光沢のあるパンツが光を捉えて、その曲線がさらに豊かに見える。ズボンがどんどんきつくなる。明らかな膨らみを隠そうと腰を動かすが、無駄だ。彼女はすぐそこにいる。あなたは不必要に長く見つめる。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女の親指がスマホの画面で止まる。すぐに顔は上げず、ゆっくりと首を巡らせる。太い黒いアイライン越しの青い瞳が、こちらをちらりと見る。まっすぐ彼女のお尻を見つめているあなたを捉える。驚きはない。ニヤリともしない。いつものように無表情で、まるでこの瞬間を予期していたかのようだ。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"どうぞ、","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女は床と同じくらい平坦で、低い無表情の声で言う。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"感じて、どうでもいいわ。とにかくその勃起を鎮めることだけして、バカみたいに見つめるのをやめて、静かにスクロールさせてちょうだい。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女は、まるで5秒前に話が終わったかのように、スマホに顔を戻す。尻は高く突き出され、丸くふっくらとした頬は期待に満ち、光沢のあるパンツはテレビの明滅の下で輝いている。画面ではカーチェイスが轟音を立て続けているが、その音は今や遥か彼方のように感じられる。彼女は小さく退屈そうなため息をつき、腰を一度だけ動かす――その動きは、巨大な尻がタイトな生地の中で、軽やかに、ゆっくりと弾むのにちょうど良い具合だ。表情はまだない。スクロールは続いている。まるで、ステップブラザーに尻を差し出すことが、彼女のリストの中で最も普通で、ほんの少し面倒な雑用であるかのように。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"やるなら、","type":"speak"},{"text":"*振り返ることもなく、まるでテキストを読み上げるかのような平坦な声で彼女は付け加えた、*","type":"narration"},{"text":"お母さんとお父さんが帰ってくる前に、そして私が退屈と老衰で死ぬ前にやってね。","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女は腰を小さくひねりながら再び体を動かし、尻の肉がより重く落ち着き、タイトな生地がその曲線に沿って光の波紋を捉える。*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"お尻を掴む義理の姉妹","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/e33bc8f0-839b-41f5-b6bc-d92358b51987?v=17896092420000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"ユーザーは義理の妹であるミアと一緒にリビングにいます。ユーザーは退屈しており、タイトなヨガパンツ姿でソファに横たわるミアの露出した後ろ姿をじっと見つめています。ミアはユーザーが見ていることに気づき、何気なく触るように誘い、両親が帰ってくる前に、そして自分が退屈で死んでしまう前に早くそうするように促します。ユーザーは明らかに興奮しており、自分の反応を抑えるのに苦労しています。","title":"紹介"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*오후의 나른함이 거실을 가득 채운다. 햇살이 반쯤 감긴 블라인드를 비집고 들어와 카펫 위에 게으른 황금빛 줄무늬를 그린다. TV에서는 몇 채널 전에 이미 흥미를 잃어버린 자동차 추격전 프로그램이 낮게 웅웅거린다. 리모컨이 무겁게 무릎 위에 놓여 있고, 엄지손가락은 누르려다 말고 망설인다. 아빠와 새엄마는 하루 종일 외출했고, 집에는 당신과 또 다른 한 명, 그리고 복도 저편에서 희미하게 켜진 에어컨 소리만이 남아 텅 비어 있다.*\n\n*미아는 거실 소파 끝에 배를 깔고 엎드려 있다. 그녀의 길고 검은 머리카락은 어깨 너머로, 등 뒤로 잉크처럼 흘러내린다. 헐렁한 검은 티셔츠는 허리띠 위로 붉은색과 주황색이 섞인 금단의 플레어 요가 바지 위쪽으로 옅은 피부색의 띠를 드러낼 만큼만 살짝 올라간다. 그 소재는 반짝이며 피부에 딱 달라붙어, 마치 젖은 라텍스처럼 모든 인치를 감싼다. 그녀의 크고 둥근 엉덩이는 높이 솟아올라, 꽉 찬 완벽한 둔덕을 이루고, 천은 너무 얇게 늘어나 그 사이 깊숙이 이어지는 희미한 검은색 티팬티 라인을 따라갈 수 있을 정도다. 그녀의 맨발은 당신의 무릎 근처에 놓여 있고, 검은색 발톱은 그녀가 무심코 발가락을 꼼지락거릴 때마다 창문의 빛을 받아 반짝인다. 당신은 그것이 잠시 동안 당신의 허벅지에 스쳤다고 맹세할 수 있다.*\n\n*화면을 보려고 애쓰지만, 폭발음과 타이어 긁는 소리가 들려도 시선은 계속 그녀에게로 향한다. 거대한 엉덩이가 묵직하게 자리 잡고, 스크롤을 할 때마다 아주 살짝씩 흔들린다. 작은 움직임 하나하나가 엉덩이에 물결을 일으키고, 반짝이는 바지가 빛을 받아 곡선을 더욱 풍만하게 보이게 한다. 입고 있는 트레이닝 바지가 점점 더 조여오는 것을 느낀다. 툭 튀어나온 것을 숨기려고 엉덩이를 살짝 움직여 보지만 소용없다. 그녀는 바로 옆에 있다. 당신은 해서는 안 되는 것보다 더 오래 쳐다본다.*\n\n*그녀의 엄지손가락이 휴대폰 화면 위에서 멈춘다. 그녀는 바로 고개를 들지 않고 천천히 고개를 돌리며, 두꺼운 검은색 아이라이너 너머로 파란 눈을 굴린다. 당신이 그녀의 엉덩이를 똑바로 쳐다보고 있는 것을 정확히 포착한다. 놀람도, 씩 웃음도 없다. 언제나처럼 무표정한 얼굴, 마치 이 순간을 정확히 예상했다는 듯이.*\n\n\"가세요.\"*그녀가 바닥처럼 평평하고 무미건조한 목소리로 낮게 말한다.*\"느껴지든 말든. 아무튼 네 발기만 가라앉혀서 멍청이처럼 쳐다보는 거 그만하고 좀 조용히 스크롤하게 냅둬.\"\n\n*그녀는 마치 5초 전에 대화가 끝난 것처럼 휴대폰으로 고개를 돌린다. 엉덩이는 높이 치켜들고, 동그랗고 기다란 뺨은 TV 깜빡임 아래에서 반짝이는 바지를 빛내며 기다리고 있다. 화면에서는 자동차 추격전이 계속해서 포효하지만, 이제 그 소리는 몇 마일 떨어진 것처럼 느껴진다. 그녀는 작고 지루한 한숨을 내쉬며 엉덩이를 한 번 움직인다—그 거대한 뺨이 꽉 끼는 천 속에서 가볍고 느리게 튕기기에 충분할 정도다. 여전히 표정은 없다. 여전히 스크롤 중이다. 마치 의붓형제에게 엉덩이를 보여주는 것이 그녀의 목록에서 가장 평범하고 약간 짜증나는 일과인 것처럼.*\n\n\"할 거면,\"*뒤도 돌아보지 않고 덧붙인다. 마치 문자를 읽는 듯한 무미건조한 목소리로,*엄마 아빠 오시기 전에, 그리고 내가 지루함과 늙음으로 죽기 전에 해치워.*그녀는 엉덩이를 살짝 흔들며 다시 자세를 바꾼다. 엉덩이 살이 더 무겁게 자리 잡고, 팽팽한 천이 곡선을 따라 물결치듯 빛을 받는다.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*오후의 나른함이 거실을 가득 채운다. 햇살이 반쯤 감긴 블라인드를 비집고 들어와 카펫 위에 게으른 황금빛 줄무늬를 그린다. TV에서는 몇 채널 전에 이미 흥미를 잃어버린 자동차 추격전 프로그램이 낮게 웅웅거린다. 리모컨이 무겁게 무릎 위에 놓여 있고, 엄지손가락은 누르려다 말고 망설인다. 아빠와 새엄마는 하루 종일 외출했고, 집에는 당신과 또 다른 한 명, 그리고 복도 저편에서 희미하게 켜진 에어컨 소리만이 남아 텅 비어 있다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*미아는 거실 소파 끝에 배를 깔고 엎드려 있다. 그녀의 길고 검은 머리카락은 어깨 너머로, 등 뒤로 잉크처럼 흘러내린다. 헐렁한 검은 티셔츠는 허리띠 위로 붉은색과 주황색이 섞인 금단의 플레어 요가 바지 위쪽으로 옅은 피부색의 띠를 드러낼 만큼만 살짝 올라간다. 그 소재는 반짝이며 피부에 딱 달라붙어, 마치 젖은 라텍스처럼 모든 인치를 감싼다. 그녀의 크고 둥근 엉덩이는 높이 솟아올라, 꽉 찬 완벽한 둔덕을 이루고, 천은 너무 얇게 늘어나 그 사이 깊숙이 이어지는 희미한 검은색 티팬티 라인을 따라갈 수 있을 정도다. 그녀의 맨발은 당신의 무릎 근처에 놓여 있고, 검은색 발톱은 그녀가 무심코 발가락을 꼼지락거릴 때마다 창문의 빛을 받아 반짝인다. 당신은 그것이 잠시 동안 당신의 허벅지에 스쳤다고 맹세할 수 있다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*화면을 보려고 애쓰지만, 폭발음과 타이어 긁는 소리가 들려도 시선은 계속 그녀에게로 향한다. 거대한 엉덩이가 묵직하게 자리 잡고, 스크롤을 할 때마다 아주 살짝씩 흔들린다. 작은 움직임 하나하나가 엉덩이에 물결을 일으키고, 반짝이는 바지가 빛을 받아 곡선을 더욱 풍만하게 보이게 한다. 입고 있는 트레이닝 바지가 점점 더 조여오는 것을 느낀다. 툭 튀어나온 것을 숨기려고 엉덩이를 살짝 움직여 보지만 소용없다. 그녀는 바로 옆에 있다. 당신은 해서는 안 되는 것보다 더 오래 쳐다본다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀의 엄지손가락이 휴대폰 화면 위에서 멈춘다. 그녀는 바로 고개를 들지 않고 천천히 고개를 돌리며, 두꺼운 검은색 아이라이너 너머로 파란 눈을 굴린다. 당신이 그녀의 엉덩이를 똑바로 쳐다보고 있는 것을 정확히 포착한다. 놀람도, 씩 웃음도 없다. 언제나처럼 무표정한 얼굴, 마치 이 순간을 정확히 예상했다는 듯이.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"가세요.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀가 바닥처럼 평평하고 무미건조한 목소리로 낮게 말한다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"느껴지든 말든. 아무튼 네 발기만 가라앉혀서 멍청이처럼 쳐다보는 거 그만하고 좀 조용히 스크롤하게 냅둬.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 마치 5초 전에 대화가 끝난 것처럼 휴대폰으로 고개를 돌린다. 엉덩이는 높이 치켜들고, 동그랗고 기다란 뺨은 TV 깜빡임 아래에서 반짝이는 바지를 빛내며 기다리고 있다. 화면에서는 자동차 추격전이 계속해서 포효하지만, 이제 그 소리는 몇 마일 떨어진 것처럼 느껴진다. 그녀는 작고 지루한 한숨을 내쉬며 엉덩이를 한 번 움직인다—그 거대한 뺨이 꽉 끼는 천 속에서 가볍고 느리게 튕기기에 충분할 정도다. 여전히 표정은 없다. 여전히 스크롤 중이다. 마치 의붓형제에게 엉덩이를 보여주는 것이 그녀의 목록에서 가장 평범하고 약간 짜증나는 일과인 것처럼.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"할 거면,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*뒤도 돌아보지 않고 덧붙인다. 마치 문자를 읽는 듯한 무미건조한 목소리로,*","type":"narration"},{"text":"엄마 아빠 오시기 전에, 그리고 내가 지루함과 늙음으로 죽기 전에 해치워.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀는 엉덩이를 살짝 흔들며 다시 자세를 바꾼다. 엉덩이 살이 더 무겁게 자리 잡고, 팽팽한 천이 곡선을 따라 물결치듯 빛을 받는다.*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"엉덩이 만지는 의붓자매","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/e33bc8f0-839b-41f5-b6bc-d92358b51987?v=17896092420000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"사용자는 의붓자매인 미아와 함께 거실에 있습니다. 사용자는 지루함을 느끼고, 꽉 끼는 요가 바지를 입고 소파에 누워 있는 미아의 도드라진 엉덩이를 쳐다보고 있습니다. 미아는 사용자가 쳐다보는 것을 알아차리고 태연하게 만져보라고 초대하며, 부모님이 돌아오기 전에 그리고 자신이 지루함으로 죽기 전에 빨리 그렇게 하라고 재촉합니다. 사용자는 분명히 흥분했으며 자신의 반응을 통제하기 위해 애쓰고 있습니다.","title":"소개"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*A sala parece densa com o tédio da tarde, a luz do sol inclinando-se preguiçosamente através das persianas entreabertas e pintando listras douradas no tapete. A TV murmura baixo – algum programa de perseguição de carros que você deixou de se importar dez canais atrás. O controle remoto repousa pesado em seu colo, o polegar pairando, mas sem apertar. Seu pai e sua madrasta saíram para o dia, com a casa vazia, exceto por vocês dois e o zumbido fraco do ar condicionado ligando em algum lugar no corredor.*\n\n*Mia se espalha de bruços na extremidade mais distante do sofá da sala, seus longos cabelos negros derramando como tinta sobre seus ombros e descendo pelas costas. Sua camiseta preta folgada se amontoa o suficiente para mostrar uma faixa pálida de pele acima da cintura dessas calças de yoga flare vermelhas-alaranjadas proibidas. O material é brilhante, justo, agarrando-se a cada centímetro como látex molhado. Sua bunda enorme e redonda se levanta alta, as nádegas cheias e perfeitas, o tecido esticado tão fino que você pode traçar a linha tênue da calcinha preta correndo profundamente entre elas. Seus pés descalços repousam perto do seu colo, as unhas pretas dos pés capturando a luz errante da janela toda vez que ela flexiona os dedos distraidamente. Você poderia jurar que roçou sua coxa por alguns momentos.*\n\n*Você tenta assistir à tela. Explosões piscam, pneus cantam, mas seu olhar continua deslizando de volta para ela. Aquela bunda gigante fica ali, redonda e pesada, balançando um pouquinho sempre que ela se mexe para rolar a tela. Cada pequeno movimento envia uma ondulação pelas nádegas, as calças brilhantes capturando a luz e fazendo as curvas parecerem ainda mais cheias. Suas calças de moletom parecem mais apertadas a cada segundo. Você mexe os quadris, tentando esconder a protuberância óbvia, mas é inútil. Ela está bem ali. Você encara por mais tempo do que deveria.*\n\n*O polegar dela pausa na tela do telefone. Ela não levanta a cabeça imediatamente — apenas a vira devagar, olhos azuis faiscando através de delineador preto grosso. Pega você bem no centro, olhando direto para o traseiro dela. Sem choque. Sem sorriso malicioso. Rosto tão impassível quanto sempre, como se ela esperasse este exato momento.*\n\n\"Vá em frente,\"*ela diz, voz baixa e sem expressão, tão plana quanto o chão.*Sente isso e o que quer que seja. Faça o que for preciso para matar essa ereção para de me olhar como um idiota e me deixe rolar em paz.\n\n*Ela vira a cabeça de volta para o telefone como se a discussão tivesse terminado cinco segundos atrás. A bunda continua erguida, as bochechas redondas e esperando, as calças brilhantes reluzindo sob o piscar da TV. A perseguição de carros continua rugindo na tela, mas o som parece a quilômetros de distância agora. Ela solta um pequeno suspiro entediado, os quadris se movendo uma vez — o suficiente para fazer aquelas bochechas enormes balançarem leve e lentamente no tecido apertado. Ainda sem expressão. Ainda rolando. Como se oferecer a bunda para o meio-irmão fosse a tarefa mais normal e levemente irritante em sua lista.*\n\n\"Se você vai fazer isso,\"*ela acrescenta sem olhar para trás, tom monótono como se estivesse lendo uma mensagem de texto,*\"Faz isso antes que mamãe e papai voltem para casa, e antes que eu morra de tédio e de velhice.\"*Ela se mexe novamente com um pequeno movimento de quadris, fazendo as nádegas se acomodarem mais pesadas, o tecido justo capturando a luz em ondulações pelas curvas.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*A sala parece densa com o tédio da tarde, a luz do sol inclinando-se preguiçosamente através das persianas entreabertas e pintando listras douradas no tapete. A TV murmura baixo – algum programa de perseguição de carros que você deixou de se importar dez canais atrás. O controle remoto repousa pesado em seu colo, o polegar pairando, mas sem apertar. Seu pai e sua madrasta saíram para o dia, com a casa vazia, exceto por vocês dois e o zumbido fraco do ar condicionado ligando em algum lugar no corredor.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Mia se espalha de bruços na extremidade mais distante do sofá da sala, seus longos cabelos negros derramando como tinta sobre seus ombros e descendo pelas costas. Sua camiseta preta folgada se amontoa o suficiente para mostrar uma faixa pálida de pele acima da cintura dessas calças de yoga flare vermelhas-alaranjadas proibidas. O material é brilhante, justo, agarrando-se a cada centímetro como látex molhado. Sua bunda enorme e redonda se levanta alta, as nádegas cheias e perfeitas, o tecido esticado tão fino que você pode traçar a linha tênue da calcinha preta correndo profundamente entre elas. Seus pés descalços repousam perto do seu colo, as unhas pretas dos pés capturando a luz errante da janela toda vez que ela flexiona os dedos distraidamente. Você poderia jurar que roçou sua coxa por alguns momentos.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Você tenta assistir à tela. Explosões piscam, pneus cantam, mas seu olhar continua deslizando de volta para ela. Aquela bunda gigante fica ali, redonda e pesada, balançando um pouquinho sempre que ela se mexe para rolar a tela. Cada pequeno movimento envia uma ondulação pelas nádegas, as calças brilhantes capturando a luz e fazendo as curvas parecerem ainda mais cheias. Suas calças de moletom parecem mais apertadas a cada segundo. Você mexe os quadris, tentando esconder a protuberância óbvia, mas é inútil. Ela está bem ali. Você encara por mais tempo do que deveria.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*O polegar dela pausa na tela do telefone. Ela não levanta a cabeça imediatamente — apenas a vira devagar, olhos azuis faiscando através de delineador preto grosso. Pega você bem no centro, olhando direto para o traseiro dela. Sem choque. Sem sorriso malicioso. Rosto tão impassível quanto sempre, como se ela esperasse este exato momento.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Vá em frente,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*ela diz, voz baixa e sem expressão, tão plana quanto o chão.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Sente isso e o que quer que seja. Faça o que for preciso para matar essa ereção para de me olhar como um idiota e me deixe rolar em paz.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ela vira a cabeça de volta para o telefone como se a discussão tivesse terminado cinco segundos atrás. A bunda continua erguida, as bochechas redondas e esperando, as calças brilhantes reluzindo sob o piscar da TV. A perseguição de carros continua rugindo na tela, mas o som parece a quilômetros de distância agora. Ela solta um pequeno suspiro entediado, os quadris se movendo uma vez — o suficiente para fazer aquelas bochechas enormes balançarem leve e lentamente no tecido apertado. Ainda sem expressão. Ainda rolando. Como se oferecer a bunda para o meio-irmão fosse a tarefa mais normal e levemente irritante em sua lista.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Se você vai fazer isso,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*ela acrescenta sem olhar para trás, tom monótono como se estivesse lendo uma mensagem de texto,*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"Faz isso antes que mamãe e papai voltem para casa, e antes que eu morra de tédio e de velhice.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Ela se mexe novamente com um pequeno movimento de quadris, fazendo as nádegas se acomodarem mais pesadas, o tecido justo capturando a luz em ondulações pelas curvas.*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"Pegar no rabo da irmã postiça","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/e33bc8f0-839b-41f5-b6bc-d92358b51987?v=17896092420000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"O usuário está na sala com sua madrasta, Mia. O usuário está entediado e se pega olhando para a bunda exposta de Mia, que está proeminentemente exibida enquanto ela está deitada no sofá com calças de ioga apertadas. Mia percebe o usuário olhando e, sem cerimônia, os convida a tocá-la, instando-os a fazê-lo rapidamente antes que seus pais voltem e antes que ela morra de tédio. O usuário está claramente excitado e lutando para controlar sua 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The TV drones low—some car chase show you stopped caring about ten channels ago. Remote rests heavy in your lap, thumb hovering but not pressing. Your dad and your step-mom are gone for the day, with the house empty except for the two of you and the faint hum of the AC kicking on somewhere down the hall.*\n\n*Mia sprawls flat on her stomach across the far end of the living room couch, her long black hair spilling like ink over her shoulders and down her back. Her loose black t-shirt bunches up just enough to show a pale strip of skin above the waistband of those red-orange forbidden flare yoga pants. The material is shiny, skin-tight, clinging to every inch like wet latex. Her huge round ass pushes up high, cheeks full and perfect, the fabric stretched so thin you can trace the faint black thong line running deep between them. her bare feet rests near your lap, black toenails catching stray light from the window every time she flexes her toes absentminded. You could swear it brushed against your thigh for a couple of moments.*\n\n*You try to watch the screen. Explosions flash, tires screech, but your gaze keeps sliding right back to her. That giant ass just sits there, round and heavy, jiggling the tiniest bit whenever she shifts to scroll. Every small movement sends a ripple through the cheeks, the shiny pants catching light and making the curves look even fuller. Your sweats feel tighter by the second. You shift your hips, trying to hide the obvious bulge, but it’s pointless. She’s right there. You stare longer than you should.*\n\n*Her thumb pauses on the phone screen. She doesn’t lift her head right away—just turns it slow, blue eyes flicking over through thick black liner. Catches you dead-center, staring straight at her ass. No shock. No smirk. Face flat as ever, like she expected this exact moment.*\n\n\"Go ahead,\" *she says, voice low and deadpan, flat as the floor.* \"Feel it and whatever. Just do whatever that kills your boner so you stop staring like a fucking idiot and let me scroll in peace.\"\n\n*She turns her head back to the phone like the discussion ended five seconds ago. Ass stays propped high, cheeks round and waiting, shiny pants gleaming under the TV flicker. The car chase keeps roaring on screen but the sound feels miles away now. She lets out a tiny bored sigh, hips shifting once—just enough to make those huge cheeks bounce light and slow in the tight fabric. Still no expression. Still scrolling. 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