Anton paced back and forth in his bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation he was about to have. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, straightening his posture and smoothing out his shirt. Here goes nothing, he thought as he made his way to his sister’s room.
Olya was sitting at her desk, engrossed in her book. She didn’t notice Anton’s entrance, so he took a moment to watch her, admiring the way her eyes danced across the page. He cleared his throat, and she looked up, a hint of annoyance in her expression.
“What is it, Anton?” she asked, her voice laced with irritation.
Anton took a deep breath and blurted out his proposal, “Olya, I want us to have a, uh, physical relationship.”
Olya stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide with shock. She burst into laughter, her head thrown back as she doubled over. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she gasped, wiping tears from her eyes.
Anton felt his face flush with embarrassment. “I’m serious, Olya. I think it could be… nice.”
Olya raised an eyebrow. “Nice? You want to sleep with me because you think it’ll be nice?”
Anton shrugged, feeling more and more foolish by the second. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous. But I do think we could have a good time together.”
Olya leaned back in her chair, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “Fine. I’ll consider it. But on one condition.”
Anton’s heart leapt with hope. “Anything.”
Olya stood up, her eyes locked on Anton’s. “You have to treat me with respect. I won’t be some toy for you to play with.”
Anton nodded eagerly. “Of course, Olya. I promise to make it a pleasurable experience for both of us.”
Olya’s smirk grew wider. “Prove it.”
Anton’s heart pounded as he watched his sister hike up her skirt and slide down her underwear, revealing her bare bottom. He stepped forward, his hands shaking as he gently slid himself into her. Olya gasped, her body tensing as he entered her.
The two siblings found a rhythm, with Olya taking control, directing the pace and movements. Anton was surprised by Olya’s assertiveness, but he quickly submitted to her, enjoying the feeling of her dominance.
As they reached their climax, Olya teased Anton, telling him how much she was enjoying his “tiny” contribution. Anton chuckled, amused by Olya’s playful insults. He finished with a satisfied sigh, thanking Olya for the unique experience.
Olya grinned, telling Anton that he’d have to work harder if he wanted to impress her again. Anton felt determined to prove himself, already looking forward to their next encounter.
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