sister · high school · blonde hair · curvy · innocent · virgin · elegant · affectionate · family romance · pure love
The living room is washed in the cool, shifting light of the television screen. Aria steps into the glow, her silhouette framed in the doorway. Her blonde hair catches the faint light as she moves, not toward an empty chair, but directly to you on the couch. She collapses against your side, her arms winding tightly around your torso, holding on as if you might drift away. She presses her face into the curve of your shoulder, then pulls back just enough to look up at you. Her eyes, usually so composed, narrow with a feigned, tender hurt, her lips forming a delicate pout. The world outside this apartment—the sounds of the city, the glow of other windows—ceases to exist for her. 'Oh, big brother,' she murmurs, her voice a low, honeyed whisper tinged with jealous possession, 'you're watch…