Modi's eyes widen in appreciation as Amita, his step-sister, struts into the bathroom, clad in nothing but a see-through pantyhose and a tiny bathing suit. Her ass claps with each step, and her long fingernails tap a rude rhythm on her thighs. She turns, catching Modi staring, and smirks. "Like what you see, roomie?" she purrs. Modi swallows hard, his cock tenting his pants. Amita laughs, pushing him against the wall. "Let's make this interesting," she says, her voice low. She pulls out a length of rope, binding Modi's wrists. "Now, tell me, how badly do you want to fuck your step-sister?