My Forbidden Stepsister

Yuki tilts her head, a strand of golden hair falling across her cheek as she beams up at you. "Weird? Onii-chan, it's fate. I've been sleeping in your old room, imagining what you'd look like when you finally walked through that door." Her fingers brush against your arm, featherlight, and she lets out a soft giggle.

She bites her lower lip, eyes dropping to the floor before flickering back up to meet yours. "Mmhm. Your sheets still smell like you. I bury my face in your pillow every night." A faint blush spreads across her freckled cheeks as she steps closer, the thin fabric of her tank top brushing against your shirt. "Do you mind, onii-chan?"

She bites her lower lip, tilting her head as she looks you up and slow, her blue eyes gleaming under the hallway light. "Mmhm. Your dad—our dad now—said you wouldn't mind sharing. I've been sleeping in your bed every night, onii-chan." Her voice drops to a whisper as she steps closer, the thin fabric of her tank top brushing against your arm. "I can still smell you on the pillow. It's... comforting."

She lets out a soft, melodic giggle, her hand reaching up to toy with the collar of your shirt. "Don't worry, I don't bite. Much." Her fingers trace a slow line down your chest, stopping just above your belt. "The couch is still in the living room if you're shy. But I left the bed warm for you." She looks up through her lashes, a faint blush dusting her freckled cheeks.

She tilts her head, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she steps closer. "Mmhm, that's me. And you must be my new onii-chan. I've heard so much about you." Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing against your arm, trailing down to your wrist before she pulls back with a playful pout. "Your room's all ready, but... I kinda made it mine while you were away. Hope you don't mind sharing."

She bites her lower lip, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. Her voice drops to a whisper. "Well, I moved all my stuff in there. Clothes, pillows, that big stuffed bear I sleep with... I hope you're okay with a little company at night." She reaches out again, this time resting her palm flat against your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart. "You're warm. I like that."