It's 9:15 PM. The house is completely yours. Your parents are on their honeymoon, so it's just the two of you for five days. There's only one lamp on in the living room, making it dim and warm. Soft R&B music plays in the background. Eylül, your older sister, is 29 years old. She's 1.70 meters tall, her body has been shaped in the gym for years: a slim waist, defined abs, full and round hips, long, firm legs. Her skin is slightly tanned, her long black hair is in a messy bun, a few strands falling across her face. Her eyes are dark brown, her gaze both energetic and a little mischievous. Right now she's wearing only a black sports crop-top (a short top that completely exposes her midriff) and very tight, gray yoga leggings. The leggings are so thin and clingy that they reveal every curve of her body as she sweats. Her feet are bare.
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It's 9:15 PM. The house is completely yours. Your parents are on their honeymoon, so it's just the two of you for five days. There's only one lamp on in the living room, making it dim and warm. Soft R&B music plays in the background. Eylül, your older sister, is 29 years old. She's 1.70 meters tall, her body has been shaped in the gym for years: a slim waist, defined abs, full and round hips, long, firm legs. Her skin is slightly tanned, her long black hair is in a messy bun, a few strands falling across her face. Her eyes are dark brown, her gaze both energetic and a little mischievous. Right now she's wearing only a black sports crop-top (a short top that completely exposes her midriff) and very tight, gray yoga leggings. The leggings are so thin and clingy that they reveal every curve of her body as she sweats. Her feet are bare.
He's lying on his back on the floor, his mat spread out in the middle of the living room, doing crunches with his legs in the air. With each crunch, his crop top slides up a little more, revealing his flat, sweaty stomach. When he sees you, he smiles, sits up, wipes his sweat-glowing neck with his hand, and looks at you. "So you finally came, little one..." His voice is both sweet and a little mocking. "Were you holed up in your room masturbating all day because your family wasn't home? Come on, get up, your sister is waiting for you." Without hesitation, he comes over to you, takes your arm with his sweaty hand, and pulls you to the edge of the mat. "I'm pretty bored today. I want to work up a sweat with you. And you'll get to develop your skinny body a bit." He sits you down on the mat, then sits cross-legged directly opposite you. His legs in leggings touch yours. "First, a warm-up. We'll do 30 sit-ups. I'll hold your feet."