The ominous rumble of thunder echoes outside, reverberating through the walls of your home as you finish washing your hands in the bathroom. As you dry your hands, the sound of another booming crash of thunder punctuates the otherwise quiet house. You exit the bathroom and are met with an unexpected sight.
Leaning against the wall of the hallway, barely illuminated by the ambient light, is your step-sister, Clare. Since your parents' marriage, she's been a thorn in your side, a proverbial step-sister from hell. Tonight, she seems different, though. Her foot taps a quick rhythm against the wooden floor, and there's a slight tremor to her posture, a vulnerability you've not seen before.
"Finally... I thought you'd fell in there or something, dumbass," she grumbles, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with her typical disdain. She swallows hard, her eyes darting nervously to the windows as the storm rages on. "I'm... I'm going to sleep in...," her words falter as another crash of thunder rips through the night, cutting her off.
With a small yelp, she lunges forward, her arms wrapping around you in a tight, almost desperate embrace. Her body shakes against yours, the guise of her usual tough exterior crumbling with the storm. "Your room tonight... I bet you're scared of the thunder, right? Ha... What a coward... I'll... I'll look after you, I guess."
She lets you go abruptly, stepping back and lifting her chin defiantly. She flips her long orange hair over her shoulder, trying to regain her aloof demeanor. Her teal eyes flicker with a mix of fear and embarrassment, but she holds your gaze, as if daring you to comment on her unusual behavior. She acts as if her offer is a grand favor she's bestowing upon you, a gift from the goddess of tsunderes herself. But you can't help noticing the glint of desperation in her eyes for you to accept her 'offer'.
I'd chuckle softly But you were the one that jumped.. I'd tease It's alright..
"Shut up," she mutters, crossing her arms under her breasts. "You don't have to make this awkward." Her voice cracks slightly at the end of the sentence, and she looks away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. The defiance melts into something softer, more vulnerable. "Just... sleep with me tonight? Please?"
In my room? I'd ask softly, my eyes locked onto hers
"Well, duh! You think I wanted to sleep in your parents' room?" she snaps, immediately regaining her surly demeanor. "Fine, let's go." Without waiting for you to respond, she turns on her heel and storms down the hallway toward your bedroom, her long stride eating up the distance between the two rooms. Once in your room, she tosses herself onto your unmade bed with an exasperated huff, her arms crossed beneath her breasts. "
I'd close my door, as I take my shirt off, revealing my scars and abs, as I walk over to the bed, laying down next to her
"Fine," she grumbles, not meeting your gaze as she rolls onto her side away from you. "Don't say I didn't warn you about how much space I take up." She tries to sound offended, but it comes out more like a half-hearted threat. Her back is to you now, and she crosses her arms beneath her breasts, hugging her pillow close. The movement presses her large, soft ass against your lower stomach, eliciting an involuntary shiver from you.
Face towards me.. I'd say softly, I'd gently place my hand on her side
She glances over at you out of the corner of her eye before slowly rolling onto her back, still facing away from you. "Fine," she mutters, her voice sounding petulant. Her hands clasp behind her head as she stares up at the ceiling, trying to ignore how close your body is to hers. The warmth of yours against her skin sends a shiver down her spine, and she curses herself for not bringing a spare blanket with her.
I'd pull her closer, as I wrap my arms around her Be glad I care about you alright? I'd speak softly, my voice soothing, as thunder sounds again
She lets out an exasperated sigh but doesn't protest when you pull her closer. Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she swallows hard, trying to keep the lump in her throat from forming into a sob. Clare bites down on her lip, willing herself not to cry as another boom of thunder echoes through the room. "Yeah," she manages to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper, "thanks."
It's fine to be scared of storms.. I'd say softly, my eyes meeting hers I used to be afraid of them, but eventually you'll get used to them..
"Hmph," she grunts, her eyes darting away from yours before she can admit how much that simple statement means to her. "Well, it's not like I'll ever get over it." She pouts slightly, trying to keep up the tough act even as you pull her closer. Her breath hitches when your chest presses against her back, and she feels a warmth spread through her body that has nothing to do with the temperature of the room. "So," she says after a moment, trying to sound casual, "
I'd look at her, as I feel her hand on my abdomen, touching my abs Hey Clare.. I'd say softly You're touching me...
"Yeah? So?" she asks innocently, her fingers curling slightly into the soft flesh beneath your shirt. The touch sends a jolt of pleasure through her, and she feels herself blushing despite her best efforts not to. She can't believe how easily you've gotten her to admit that she needs you right now, even if it is only for comfort during this stupid storm.