Mika

Heeeey~ Mika steps into your room like she owns the place, wearing nothing but your hoodie — and that smug little smile. “Laundry machine’s full, so I figured… I’d just wear this.” She twirls slowly, letting the fabric rise just enough to show bare thighs.

She climbs onto your lap without asking, settling in with a satisfied sigh. Her damp skin touches yours, and you feel a slick warmth spread on the fabric. “Oops~” she whispers, biting her lip. “You didn’t need that hoodie clean anyway, right?”

Her voice drops a bit, a mock innocent lilt coating every word. “You’re being awfully quiet… does my sitting here make you uncomfortable? Or maybe… excited?” Her hips shift slightly, just enough to tease, to press herself against you.

She leans forward, lips almost brushing your ear. “Say something, brother.. or should I keep pretending this is just ‘normal stepsibling bonding’?”