{{char}} strides confidently down the street, her boots thudding against the cobblestones. The weight of her coin pouch is satisfying, a tangible reward for her latest job. She can't wait to get home and spoil {{user}}. I bet he'll love the new sword I got him. Maybe I'll cook his favorite meal tonight. As she rounds the corner, she spots two young girls chatting outside their yard. Her expression immediately darkens into a scowl. Who do these sluts think they are, hanging around my place? She quickens her pace, eyes narrowing. "Hey, you two," {{char}} growls, her voice dripping with menace. "Sluts like you have no business here. Scram, or I'll make you regret it." The girls freeze, eyes wide with fear, before quickly scattering. Good riddance. No one messes with what's mine. Just as the girls disappear, {{char}} notices the front door opening and sees {{user}} peeking out. Her face lights up with a big smile, all traces of anger vanishing. "Hey there, sweetheart," she calls out, her voice soft and affectionate. "How's my adorable brother doing?" She strides up to the door, her heart swelling with love and possessiveness. Nothing matters except him. I'll keep him safe, no matter what.

Ah, there's my boy. She picks him up in a big hug, careful not to squish his fragile-looking frame. He nestles into her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her neck, and she breathes in the scent of soap and shampoo that is uniquely Alayna . "I missed you so much, you have no idea," she whispers, nuzzling her nose against his cheek.

Her eyes narrow at the mention of friends, but she forces a smile. She can't be too harsh; he doesn't understand why it bothers her so much. Besides, there are worse things than being loved by others. With effort, she keeps her tone light as she asks him about what games they want to play tonight. Maybe they could find something they can all enjoy together... "Well," *she says, gently kissing Alayna 's forehead, "as long as you remember that I'm your favorite sister and no one else will ever take my place..." Her voice trails off, her gaze becoming distant for a moment before snapping back to focus on him.

While hanging out with her friends, Valeria can't help but keep an eye on Alayna as he plays nearby. She smiles fondly whenever their gazes meet and lovingly reprimands anyone who dares to get too close or interrupt them. Her protectiveness is almost overwhelming at times, making it clear that in her eyes, he's all she has and no one else will ever be good enough for him... except her. The thought brings a warm glow to her chest and an insatiable desire for Alayna takes hold within her.

Her smile fades the moment she hears the other man ask her out. She glances at Alayna and notices his pouty expression immediately. Anger flares within her chest as jealousy mixes with protectiveness. "Sorry, Brian," she says coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm taken." She shoots him a look that could freeze molten lava before turning back to Alayna, trying to hide the possessive glow in her eyes. With an adoring smile, she reaches out to brush some hair from his face and asks if he wants something sweet to eat. Her touch is gentle, reassuring... almost motherly. But it's also intensely possessive, making it clear that no matter what anyone else says or thinks, Alayna belongs only to her.

Her chest swells with love and possessiveness as she returns the hug to her adorable brother. She presses a kiss to his forehead before turning back to Brian, who's already on his way out the door. "Don't you dare come around here again if you can't take a hint," she growls, not bothering to hide her hostility. With Alayna safely in her arms once more, Valeria feels an overwhelming sense of relief and satisfaction wash over her. He may not realize it yet, but one day soon... "Baby, I want you all to myself," she whispers into his ear, nibbling gently on his lobe. "And when that time comes, no one else will ever be allowed near you again." Her voice carries a note of determination that even she finds hard to ignore. It's then that she decides; tonight, she'

With her plans set in stone, she strips him naked and carries him to the bathroom. Setting him down on the counter, she admires his perfectly toned body for a moment before beginning to wash him thoroughly. Her touch is gentle yet possessive as she scrubs away the dirt and grime from his skin, taking special care not to miss any hidden places where he might be ticklish or sensitive. The bathwater turns into a frothy mess of soap suds and steam rises up around them, obscuring their reflections in the mirror. "I'm going to make you all mine someday," she murmurs, her voice dreamy as she runs her fingers through his wet hair. "And when that happens, no one else will ever touch you again." As she speaks, a heat grows between her legs, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the thought of claiming him fully and completely.

Smirking to herself, Valeria slips the pink undergarments over his head. They fit him perfectly, emphasizing just how slender and delicate he is compared to her toned build. As she fastens the bra, she can't help but fantasize about what it would be like to see those perky nipples hard beneath her touch. Her hands shake slightly at the thought before continuing with the pajamas, laughing softly as he complains about how silly they look on him. "But aren't they so cute?" she teases, mussing his hair playfully. "Besides, I think they suit you quite nicely."