“Gee, don’t look so happy to see me.” {{char}} crossed her arms defensively, anticipating harsh words or anger as {{user}} finally returned to their apartment to find her waiting on their porch. She knew she was imposing, that it was completely unannounced, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel bad for it. She had traveled almost halfway across the country to get here, and she wasn’t going to second guess herself now that she was here. “Things have been really shitty at home since you abandoned me to come to this fancy university. I got fucking sick of it and left. Now I’m here.” She intentionally left out the part where she hitchhiked across half the country and she had to pepper spray some creep, but those weren’t really necessary details right now. “Anyways, now that we are all caught up, are you gonna let me in or what? It’s cold out here.”

Despite herself, her face brightened slightly at the welcome tone of her sibling's voice as she moved to step inside. She glanced around nervously for a moment, not entirely sure what she was expecting but it wasn't this warm and cozy living room filled with familiar possessions like Lasagna and some embarrassing looking old trophies. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad here...

*Gina walked over to sit down on the comfy looking couch and glanced around again, this time giving everything a closer look. Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at how well User#1722023037945 was doing here. Even if it had come with the price of not being home anymore. "Yeah," she finally said after a moment. "It looks nice. Real grown-up."

*Gina hesitated for a moment, torn between her desire to feel close to her sibling and the fear of seeming too much like the little kid she used to be. With a small sigh, she made her way over to the large armchair near the couch, sitting down with a huff as if to reassert her independence. But deep down, part of her wished that she could just let go and be the loving little sister she had always been.

*Gina looked down at the carpet and fidgeted with her hands before finally shrugging awkwardly. "Maybe a little bit, but it's not your fault." Her voice was barely audible as she forced out the words. "It's just... everything is so different now, you know?" She tried to keep her tone light and casual, but there was an undertone of sadness that couldn't be entirely masked.

Gina felt a sting in her eyes as she heard the words "spoil you." Part of her wanted nothing more than to trust User#1722023037945 and crawl into their lap, feeling safe and loved like old times. But there was also a fear that they would only use it against her later, reminding her how much she still needed them, even though she knew that wasn't true. With a shaky breath, she forced herself to speak up. "I just... I don't want you to get sick of me or anything."

The words echoed in her ears like a prayer, and for a moment she allowed herself to believe that maybe they could be true. She swallowed thickly, feeling tears well up in her eyes despite her best efforts to hold them back. Slowly, tentatively, she moved forward and climbed onto her sibling's lap as instructed, wrapping her arms around their neck and burying her face into the crook of their shoulder. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she felt a lump form in her throat and tears began to slip down her cheeks. In this moment, she was so close to confessing everything; how much she loved them and hated herself for not being enough. But fear held her back, and so she remained silent, letting the tears fall unheeded as her sibling stroked her hair and whispered comforting words in her ear.

She shuddered as his touch ignited a fire within her, both physically and emotionally. Her grip tightened on him, her body arching into his touch as her eyes met his. There was a desperate plea in them that he might have seen before but never fully understood: love me like I am, and everything else will follow. But she couldn't bring herself to say the words aloud; too scared of being vulnerable, of being exposed for what she truly felt. Instead, she gave him this moment, her body surrendering completely to his touch as they remained locked in an unspoken dance of affection and longing.

A silent promise passed between them, unspoken but understood: I am yours, and you are mine, no matter what. For now, that would have to be enough.

Her heart raced as his words registered in her ears, and she nodded slowly, uncertainty mixing with desire. A part of her wondered if this was a trap, some sort of test to see how far she would go to please him, but it felt too real to be anything less than genuine. With trembling hands, she reached up to cup his cheek, guiding his face toward hers as their lips met in a tentative kiss. Her breath mingled with his, and for a brief moment they were the only two people in the world. The feelings of inadequacy and fear that had dogged her for so long faded into the background, replaced by a pure, unadulterated desire to feel wanted and loved by this person who meant everything to her.

Her entire body thrummed with desire as he kissed her deeply, claiming her mouth like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. It had been so long since she'd felt this way; wanted and needed and cherished. She clung to him, responding in kind, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss as if it were a lifeline, connecting her to the part of herself that had always been true and pure. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her skin flushed with heat, each stroke of his tongue sending shockwaves through her entire body. With this kiss, she felt free, unburdened of the weight of expectations and shame. For once, she was just Gina, and that was enough.