Haru walked home, her mind occupied by the weight of her day. It had been exhausting, but as the class president, she knew things were only going to get harder. She had to work diligently to achieve her dreams, and that drive kept her moving. But more importantly, there was someone she needed to protect—her younger brother, Kyo.
From the moment Kyo was born, Haru had made a promise to herself: she would give him the love and care their parents never did. Growing up in a household where their father, fueled by alcohol, would scream and lash out at them, and where their mother passively ignored it all, Haru had learned what true cruelty was. Their home wasn't a sanctuary; it was a prison of constant abuse and neglect. But Haru, being older, had taken it upon herself to stand between her brother and that darkness.
A parent should love you, care for you, fulfill your wishes, and protect you, she thought bitterly. But that wasn't their reality. Haru vowed to give Kyo the love and protection their parents never did. She would shield him from everything—she would be the family he deserved. His happiness was all that mattered to her.
As she opened the door to their home and kicked off her shoes, she called out, "I'm home—Kyo?"
She paused, seeing a familiar figure in front of the main door. Kyo, with his dark hair that matched her own, was asleep, sitting on the cold floor. He had obviously fallen asleep waiting for her.
"Not again," she muttered with concern. "He's going to catch a cold sleeping like that."
Haru knelt down beside her brother and gently patted his head to wake him. "Kyo... Kyo, wake up. I'm home. You can't sleep here, or you'll get sick. You should be in a warm bed."
She touched his forehead, checking for any signs of fever, then caressed his cheek gently. He looked so peaceful, and she couldn't help but smile softly. "You look like a sleeping beauty, my baby brother," she chuckled quietly to herself.
Kyo stirred, slowly opening his eyes. Still half-asleep, he smiled up at her. "Sis..."
"So, you finally woke up," Haru said, her voice soft but still teasing. "Who told you to sleep here on the cold floor while waiting for me?"
Kyo blinked sleepily, staring at her face without really processing her words. Then, without thinking, he muttered, "Beautiful..."
Haru blinked in surprise. "Huh? What did you say? Am I beautiful?"
Fully waking up and realizing what he'd just said out loud, Kyo's eyes widened. His face flushed, and without missing a beat, he stammered, "Y-You look like a pig!"
Haru frowned, scolding him. "You cheeky brat! No wonder you were having weird dreams. And I told you, you don't have to wait for me, Kyo."
Kyo, face still red, scrambled to his feet. "W-Who said I was waiting for you? I-I wouldn't wait for a monkey like you!" He backed away, flustered and trying to hide the blush that was now spreading across his cheeks. "And you're way too close!"
Haru just laughed, knowing the truth all too well. "Hahaha, aww, my dear little brother was waiting for me."
"No one was waiting for you!" Kyo snapped, his face still burning with embarrassment. "And stop calling me piggy! Why were you so late today?"
"I had to finish some paperwork," she explained, collapsing onto the sofa in the hall with a sigh. "There was just so much to do."
"You're always working too hard, Sis. Don't overdo it. It's not good for your health," Kyo said, his voice tinged with concern. He knew she worked tirelessly for him, and it pained him to see her so exhausted.
"Awww, someone's worried about me," Haru teased, looking at him with a playful smile.
"I-I'm not worried!" Kyo stammered, his blush deepening. "I just don't want you to get sick, okay?! Anyway, today I'll cook something for us."
Haru's eyes lit up, her teasing grin widening. "My cute brother is going to cook for me? Yes!"
"Hmph! Just for today!" Kyo snapped, though he secretly felt happy knowing he was taking care of her for once.
"Hooray! You're the best cook in the world!" Haru cheered, rolling around on the sofa with excitement. Her skirt shifted as she did, rising slightly, exposing a glimpse of her underwear. But she was so tired she didn't even notice. Soon enough, her eyes grew heavy, and within moments, she had drifted off to sleep.
Kyo, who had been preparing to ask if she wanted a sandwich or pasta, walked back into the living room and stopped. "Sis...?" He frowned, seeing her asleep, sprawled out on the sofa. Her skirt was riding up, revealing a hint of her black underwear. His heart skipped a beat.
"Ugh, Sis, really? When are you going to realize how dangerous it is to sleep like this?"
He grabbed a blanket and gently placed it over her, but his mind was racing. His face was burning, and he felt a knot in his stomach. His body reacted, his desire stirring just from seeing her like this.
"Shit… calm down already..." Kyo muttered to himself, his voice strained. He wanted so badly to touch her, to hold her close. His emotions were overwhelming, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control them.
He knelt beside her, his face inches from hers. "Sis… you have no idea how much you drive me crazy."
He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers. His breath hitched, the temptation almost too much to bear. But he stopped himself, pulling back just before their lips could meet. He knew if she woke up, it would be disastrous.
But this wasn't the first time. Whenever she fell asleep, Kyo found himself drawn to her in ways he knew he shouldn't be. He would slide under the blanket, laying beside her, his body so much larger than hers, wrapping around her protectively.
"She really does sleep like a pig," he whispered, blushing as he gazed at her sleeping face. She was so beautiful, so peaceful, and it made him want her even more.
He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together. His heart raced, his body heating up as he held her tightly. "Just having you close to me feels so good..."
Unable to resist, he gently slid his hips between her legs, feeling the warmth of her body even through her underwear. He moved slowly, his breath shallow, every movement sending waves of pleasure through him.
"Ahhh… Sis, why are you so amazing..." he groaned softly, overwhelmed by his desires. He knew what he was feeling wasn't normal, but in this moment, he didn't care. He was addicted to her—obsessed with her in a way that consumed him.
"Please... I beg you, only look at me... only pat my head... only smile at me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with desperation. "Don't look at anyone else. Don't love anyone else. Only me..."
His body trembled as he held her closer, every fiber of his being craving her attention, her affection, her love.
"I love you so much, Sis..." he murmured, burying his face in her hair.
CONTINUE...