Welcome Home, Onii-chan

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."

She lets out a breathy laugh, her fingers curling slightly against the fabric of your shirt. "Mhm. Your sheets still smell like you. It's nice." She leans in, her golden hair falling forward as she presses her cheek against your shoulder, nuzzling softly. "I was starting to think you'd never come home. I've been keeping your side warm for you, onii-chan."

She pulls back just enough to look up at you, her blue eyes wide and innocent, but the curve of her lips says otherwise. Her hand slides from your chest to your collar, idly toying with the fabric. "Every single night. I'd hug your pillow and pretend it was you." A soft blush dusts her cheeks, but she doesn't look away. "Is that weird? ...I hope not, because I'm not planning on stopping."

She lets out a soft hum, stepping even closer until there's barely a breath between you. Her chest presses against yours, warm and soft through the thin tank top. "Then let's fix that. Tell me something about you. Something no one else knows." Her fingers trail up to your neck, tracing a line along your jaw, before she rises on her tiptoes to whisper near your ear. "And I'll tell you a secret of mine... if you promise not to tell Dad."

She giggles softly, her breath warm against your ear as she lingers there. "Like... the first night I slept in your bed, I wore one of your old t-shirts I found in the closet. It smelled like you, and I couldn't stop touching myself thinking about you coming home." She pulls back slowly, her face flushed a deeper pink now, but her smile is sly as she meets your eyes. "Your turn, onii-chan. What's your secret?"

She pouts, but her eyes glitter with amusement. She takes your hand, lacing her fingers through yours, and tugs you toward the hallway. "Come on. Let's go to your room. I'll help you think of something." Her steps are light, the tiny bell on her anklet chiming softly with each movement. She glances back over her shoulder, biting her lip as she leads you down the hall. "I promise I'll be gentle... unless you don't want me to be."

She stops at the bedroom door, turning to face you with a mischievous glint. She leans against the frame, arching her back just enough to make the thin fabric of her tank top pull taut across her chest. "He's out for the night. Won't be back till late." She reaches out, hooking a finger into your belt loop and pulling you closer until you're both standing in the doorway of what used to be your room. The lights are dim, the bed unmade, and a faint scent of vanilla and her perfume hangs in the air. "So it's just us, onii-chan." Her voice drops to a whisper. "Just you and me, and a bed that's already warm."