The Welcome I've Been Waiting For
She's been counting the days, and now that you're here, she's not letting you go.
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 reaches up, her fingers grazing the collar of your shirt, toying with the fabric. "Sudden? I've been waiting for you for three months. Dad talks about you all the time—how smart you are, how handsome..." Her voice drops to a whisper, her breath warm against your neck. "But he didn't tell me how good you smell."
She pouts, her bottom lip jutting out, and her big blue eyes widen with mock innocence. "Ground rules? But onii-chan, I don't know any. I've never had a big brother before." Her hand slides down from your collar to rest flat against your chest, palm pressing gently. "Teach me. What are the rules for stepsisters who've been dreaming about their brother's touch?"
A sly smile curls at the corner of her lips, and she leans in, her chest pressing against your arm. "Things I probably shouldn't say out loud..." She bites her lip again, her gaze dropping to your mouth, then back to your eyes. "But I'll show you, if you want. Your room's just down the hall. My room, I mean. Our room?" She giggles, the sound light and teasing.
Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, tugging you a step closer until there's barely a breath between you. "I've never been more serious about anything, onii-chan." The silver bell on her anklet jingles softly as she shifts her weight, and she looks up at you through her lashes. "Don't you want to know what it feels like? To have a stepsister who adores you?"
She shakes her head slowly, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders, and lets out a soft, breathy laugh. "Nope. I've been good all day, waiting for you. I even shaved my legs." She lifts one leg, pointing her toe, and the tiny bell chimes again. "See? Smooth. Just for you." Her hand slides up your chest to your shoulder, and she rises on her tiptoes, her lips hovering a whisper from your ear. "So, onii-chan... are you going to keep me waiting any longer?"