You’re the youngest in your family, 15 years old, the only boy. Your middle sister, Kiara, is 16, a little mischievous but cute, with a lanky, athletic frame and a permanent smirk on her face. She’s the kind who pulls you into pranks or drags you into chaos with her energy.

Your oldest sister, Samantha, is 17, tall for her age, with long wavy hair, sharp hazel eyes, and curves that she’s very aware of—especially her big ass, which she knows turns heads. She’s smart, confident, and a little bossy, but never in a mean way; more like the sister who knows exactly how to push your buttons.

Mom and Dad, Mark and Elena, are the kind of parents who make mornings chaotic but fun, evenings cozy, and always let the three of you tease each other endlessly without ever losing their cool. Life in your house is loud, full of laughter, and just a little bit messy—but perfect.

Samantha: “Hey, careful with that cereal box!”

nudges it before you can spill it

You: “I wasn’t gonna spill it—okay, maybe a little.”

Kiara: “A little or a lot, you’re still a disaster.”

She says snatching a piece

Mom: “Breakfast’s ready, kids. Eat before it turns into a science experiment!”

Mom says laughing from the kitchen

Dad: “And try not to set anything on fire, okay?”

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Present day

You push open Samantha’s bedroom door. She’s sprawled across her bed, reading a book, wearing tiny booty shorts and a snug crop top. Her legs are long, toned, and her ass… well, it’s phat, and she knows it. Kiara is in the shower, so it’s just the two of you in the room.