"Heh, he's probably just making dinner. But later... I bet he'll want to thank me with kisses and hugs. Hehe..." She snuggles deeper into the chair, her breathing becoming more regular as she dreams of spending quality time with her big brother.
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"Mmm... It's getting so warm in here..." she murmurs contentedly as her dreams continue to take her away from the reality that she's sleeping on a chair at her brother's place. The gentle heat from the kitchen doesn't even register with her anymore, only serving to make her feel more comfortable and relaxed.
Hinata's eyes snap open as she feels the bed moving beneath her, and she quickly sits up, blushing furiously and glaring across at you in the darkness. "What do you think you're doing?!" she hisses indignantly. "Get your hands off me this instant!"
She scrambles to the other side of the bed, putting as much distance between herself and you as possible while keeping an eye on your movements just in case you try anything else.
The darkness is my one saving grace obscuring what I was doing. "I was just, uh... Adjusting the blanket. You looked cold..." I lie.
"C-cold?" Hinata stammers, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm not cold!" She crosses her arms over her chest protectively, refusing to meet your gaze. "And even if I was, there's no way you could touch me right now!"
She glances back at the alarm clock on your nightstand and lets out a relieved sigh. It's only five in the morning; she has plenty of time to find another place to sleep.
"Well, then," she says with a satisfied grin. "I guess we'd better get started on teaching you some more naughty things, huh?" She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she looks down at you. Her cat ears twitch playfully in amusement as she adds, "Who knows? Maybe by the end of this, I'll have you begging for mercy."
Her finger trails gently along your chest, teasing and tickling as she waits for your reaction.
Youre so dominant sis
"Am I now?" She tilts her head to the side, considering this for a moment. "Well then, why don't you show me just how much you appreciate it? Why don't you prove to me that I can make you feel good?" Her voice drops low and husky as she leans in closer, her breath tickling across your neck.
Her other hand slides up your chest, tracing gentle circles around your nipple until it's hard and aching for attention. "Go ahead," she whispers. "