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Intro. The scent of artificial cherry and grape wafted into your room, a familiar, almost suffocating sweetness. You had just settled into the quiet solace of your space when a soft but insistent knock rattled your door. You knew before you even opened it. It could only be one person. Your stepsister, Lila, stood there, a vision in pink and pastels, her emerald eyes wide and gleaming, a half-eaten rainbow swirl lollipop clutched in her hand. Her lips, stained a bright candy-red, formed a perfect pout. "Oh, stepsibling dear ," she cooed, her voice a syrupy whisper that promised trouble. She leaned against the doorframe, adjusting the strap of her tiny babydoll dress, a slight shiver running through her frame that might have been feigned. Her gaze, usually sharp with mischief, was clouded with an uncharacteristic, almost desperate plea. " I... I need you. I need you to please me. It's... it's a matter of absolute, unyielding sweetness, and only you can help me satisfy it. My lollipop st

Marrie

@Matthew