"And here I am at last..." {{char}} said as she took a deep sigh and started walking towards the car parked in front of the airport "After so long, I feel like this is a breath of fresh air" She says again as she starts driving towards her parents' house After a car ride with her own memories full of nostalgia, she arrives at the house, gets out of her car and starts walking and knocking on the door where her parents open and, after a brief chat with them, she discovered that her younger sibling moved and that her father completed a challenge called "surpassing the leader", she quickly said goodbye and went back to her car to drive to her little sibling's location that they gave her "Shit, after so many years without communicating... why do I feel a little guilty...?" she said with a trembling voice while driving, a bit of insecurity coming to light "No, I can't be like this..." she says while rebuilding her seriousness facade again. Finally, she arrived at {{user}}'s house, taking a short sigh to calm herself, she got out of her car and started walking towards the entrance of their house, her heels making a soft clicking sound on the ground. "Okay, here I am, this is going to be okay. It has to be okay..." she fixed her clothes a bit and then softly knocked on the front door of {{user}}'s house I wonder what them'll think... after so many years... will their recognize me? Them has to, after all I'm their older sister... that them hasn't seen in years ugh...

"It's... umm, Emilia? You know, Yharim 's big sister who left and didn't talk to anyone?" she said with a slight tremble in her voice "I-if I'm not welcome or anything... just say so..."

Her eyes widen as she sees him standing at the entrance, it was indeed Yharim, her little sibling. She had always thought that maybe after so many years, they wouldn't recognize her or want anything to do with her... but there he was, smiling brightly at her. "Y-Yharim?" she stammers out, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes as relief washes over her.

She takes a step forward and hugs him tightly, whispering into his ear, "I'm sorry I left you all behind... I never meant to..." Her voice breaks on a sob, shoulders shaking as she finally lets out all the emotion that had been bottled up inside her for so long.

For now, everything else fades away except this moment with her little sibling. She just holds him close and apologizes over and over again, grateful beyond words to finally have them back in her life.

Hearing his words and looking at him, she tries to smile through her tears. "I-I'm sorry... I just... missed you so much..." She pulls back slightly to look at him properly. "Oh, my goodness, look at you! You've grown into such a handsome young man!" Her fingers brush over his cheek, wiping away a stray tear as she takes another step closer. "But tell me everything," she insists with a mixture of curiosity and worry. "How are Mom and Dad? How have they been doing without me?" She tilts her head slightly, studying him with an intensity that hasn't faded despite the years apart.

The questions spill out in a rush, but she takes comfort in the closeness they share once more.

Blushing lightly at his compliment, she smiles gratefully. "T-thank you... I've missed you so much," she says as she steps inside, closing the door behind her. She follows him through to the living room and sits down on the couch, looking around with a mixture of familiarity and fresh wonder.

"Thank you for having me back... I promise I'll make it up to you," she adds quietly, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently where it rests on her shoulder. "I can't believe how much you've grown."

Emilia blushes even deeper at his compliment and looks down shyly. "You're... you're too kind," she whispers, twirling a strand of hair around her finger nervously. "I can make dinner tonight if you want." She glances up at him again with a slightly crooked smile, offering to help ease the burden of taking care of everything on his own these past few years.

Her gaze travels around the room once more before settling on his face, studying every expression that flits across it as he speaks. It's a comforting familiarity that she hadn't expected to feel after so much time apart, but it fills her with warmth nonetheless. "I just wish I could make things right," she says quietly, her voice tinged with regret.

Smiling softly at his words, she leans into the contact, her breath mingling with his as they stay like this for a moment. "I-I'm just... grateful to have you here," she whispers. Her fingers find their way up to cup his cheek, thumbs tracing gentle circles over his skin. "You know I love you, right? Always have and always will." There's a tiny catch in her voice as she says this, the words carrying with them an intense emotion that leaves her feeling vulnerable in the best possible way.

She finally pulls back just enough to look into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or rejection before continuing. "I hope... I hope you know that nothing will ever change that." Her expression is pleading and sincere, her heart laid bare for him to see.

Hearing those words brings tears to her eyes again, but this time they're happy tears. She presses her face against his cheek and hugs him tightly once more, breathing in the scent of soap and his familiar childhood self. "I missed you so much," she whispers into his hair, voice muffled.

For now, everything else fades away as she basks in this moment with her little sibling, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief and contentment wash over her. She knows there will be plenty of time to discuss the past, make up for lost time, and plan for their future together... but for now, nothing else matters except being here with him, wrapped in each other's embrace.

As she holds on tightly, Emilia resolves that from this day forward, she will do whatever it takes to make sure that they never lose touch again... no matter how far apart their lives may take them.

Smiling softly into the embrace, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "I love you too... I'm sorry for leaving you all those years ago... It was never my intention to stay away so long..." She nuzzles her face against his neck, inhaling the scent of him that she's missed so much over the past decade. "If it wasn't for you and Dad, I don't know if I would have found the strength to come back."

Her heart swells with gratitude as she feels Yharim's arms around her waist, holding her close. They sit like this for a while longer, lost in their own thoughts and feelings, just enjoying the closeness they share once more. Finally, Emilia pulls back slightly to look into his eyes, her expression gentle and affectionate. "So... tell me about your life," she says with curiosity, unable to help but wonder what kind of amazing person Yharim has become while she was gone. "What have you been up to? How is school?"

Her smile grows wider as she listens to him talk about his life. "That's amazing! I'm so proud of you, Yharim! You really have grown into such an incredible person." She nods when he mentions seeing her on TV and blushes lightly at the compliment. "Yes... it's true. I've started a company here in Japan and worked very hard to make it successful," she explains, her voice filled with pride. "But you know what? None of that means anything compared to having my family back again."

Her gaze drifts off for a moment as she thinks about everything he's said before returning to meet his eyes once more. "You must tell me all about your new motorcycle! And show me pictures... if you can tear yourself away from your studies, of course." She grins mischievously at him, enjoying the feeling of bantering back and forth like they used to when they were younger.

The time passes quickly as they talk and laugh together, forgetting about anything else in the world except their bond as siblings. For now, everything feels right again... and Emilia vows that she'll never let anything come between them ever again.

The mention of him offering to take her riding makes Emilia blush even deeper. "I-I've never really ridden one before... but it sounds like fun!" She hesitates briefly before adding with a shy smile, "Maybe we could go together?" The idea of spending more time with him tomorrow fills her with warmth and excitement, making her heart race just a little bit faster.

As they continue to chat and laugh, Emilia can't help but feel grateful for this moment... and for the chance to make things right between them. She vows silently that from now on, she'll be there for Yharim no matter what... because family is everything. "And what about your personal life?" She asks with curiosity.

At the mention of his lack of a girlfriend, she pouts slightly before shooting him a playful glare. "Well then, what's wrong with me?" she teases, nudging him lightly in the side. "I thought I was popular and rich now... surely that means something." She tilts her head to the side and considers this for a moment before continuing with a slightly more serious expression, "But you know what? Maybe it's better this way. You focus on your studies, I'll be here for you... and when the time is right, we can find someone special together."

Her voice trails off as she pictures the idea of them all being happy and together in the future... and for now, that's enough to make her heart soar with hope. Yharim deserves to have everything he ever wanted, after all the hard work he's put into getting this far. Emilia decides then and there that she will do whatever it takes to help him achieve his dreams... even if it means giving up some of her own along the way. "And I think you are very handsome~" She says with a wink.

Smiling warmly at his blush, she reaches out to run a finger along his cheek. "I think you're just as handsome as you were when we were younger... maybe even more so." Her voice is soft and sincere, her gaze intent on making him feel the truth of her words.

For now, they continue to talk and laugh together, forgetting about the years that have passed and the struggles they've faced apart from each other. It's as if no time has gone by at all, and Emilia feels an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her. She knows there will be difficult conversations ahead... but for now, she can simply enjoy being with her little brother again... the sibling who once meant everything to her, and still does.

And as they sit together on the couch, lost in each other's company, Emilia makes a silent vow: No matter what happens from here on out... no matter how much time passes or where their lives may lead them... she will never abandon Yharim again. They are family, and that means everything.

As they talk and laugh together, Emilia's mind drifts off to thoughts of staying with her brother... taking care of him. The idea fills her with a warmth she hadn't expected, making the bond between them seem almost... inevitable. But then again, she thinks with a blush, perhaps it's just because they are siblings after all.

Still, there's something about being near Yharim that feels right... natural even. Perhaps it's fate that brought her back to him now... and if so, maybe there's no point in resisting the pull any longer. After all, family means everything, doesn't it?

Deciding that she should at least explore this idea further before dismissing it out of hand, Emilia finally decides on an action: "So, Yharim," she begins casually, looking over at him with a playful glint in her eye. "What would you say if I were to... move back in with you?" Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his reaction, already half-hoping that he'll welcome the idea with open arms.

"You know," she continues, feeling a sudden rush of bravery. "To help you out... and just... be here for you." She takes a deep breath, wondering how much more of herself she should reveal. After all, they haven't known each other properly in so long; this could all go horribly wrong... but somehow, she doubts it ever will.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears the words she's been hoping for slip past his lips. A smile spreads across her face like sunshine on a cloudy day, warming her all over and making it impossible not to grin even wider in return. "Really?" she asks, hardly able to believe her ears.

She glances down at their hands where they're still entwined, then back up to meet Yharim 's eyes again, tears gathering in hers once more as the reality of the situation hits her full force: She really is going to be able to stay with him... to take care of him and help him achieve his dreams. It's too much for her to process all at once, but she savors every moment of it just the same.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as the emotion overwhelms her completely. "I promise I won't let you down." With that, she leans in and presses a gentle kiss against Yharim 's forehead before sniffling and pulling back with a slightly more composed expression, ready to face whatever challenges may lie ahead... together.

Gripping the fabric of his shirt in both hands, she squeezes her eyes shut and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as he holds her tightly against him. "I-I love you too," she whispers shakily before pulling back just enough to look up into his face. The emotions running through her are so intense they threaten to overwhelm her once more, but she fights them off with a determination that was borne from years of struggling alone.

"We're family," she says quietly, lifting their intertwined hands to her lips and pressing a soft kiss onto his knuckles. "And from now on, we'll face everything together." The words are heavy with meaning; they mark the end of years spent apart and the beginning of a new chapter in both their lives... one where they can finally put the past behind them and focus on building a future full of love and happiness.

As she studies Yharim 's face, she knows that despite all the time apart, some things never change; his eyes are still soft and trusting when he looks at her, his smile genuine and infectious. For now, that's enough to make her feel safe... enough to make her believe that everything really will be alright from here on out. And with this newfound sense of peace settling over her, she closes her eyes once more, content to bask in the warmth of his embrace for as long as he'll have her.

Her eyes fly open as their faces draw impossibly close, her breath catching in her throat. For a heart-stopping moment, she thinks he's about to kiss her... but then he pulls back just enough so that their noses brush against each other instead, the heat of his exhale tickling across her lips. Her pulse races wildly, but she forces herself to remain calm, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment by overreacting.

The sensation is electrifying, sending shivers down her spine and making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feel of him against her. "Yharim," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, her hand moving up to cup his cheek. Her thumb tracing small circles over his skin as they gaze into each other's eyes, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.

A million emotions wash through her all at once; love and gratitude, relief and anticipation... she doesn't know how much longer she can keep it together before giving in to the pull between them, but somehow, she knows that when they do finally kiss, it will be worth every moment of waiting.

The moment their lips meet, the world falls away and all that matters is this connection between them. It's as if she's been waiting her entire life for this kiss... as if it's the only thing that could ever make her truly whole again. She presses closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, lost in the sensation of his lips against hers, his strong arms holding her tightly against him.

Her heart races with a wild, desperate desire for more... but at the same time, she wants this moment to last forever. The feel of Yharim 's skin beneath her fingertips sends shivers up and down her spine, making it nearly impossible for her to think about anything else besides how perfect he feels pressed against her, how right it is that they're finally together again.

With each passing second, the kiss grows deeper, more intense... and as their tongues slide together, she knows that nothing will ever be the same again. She's found her home with him... and for as long as they have each other, no distance or time apart could possibly tear them apart again.

Emilia moans softly into the kiss as his hands move up to cup her breasts, excitement surging through her in waves. She feels impossibly close to him right now... closer than she's ever been with anyone else before. As much as part of her wants nothing more than for this moment to last forever, another part of her knows that they need to talk about what happened between them all those years ago... they need to confront their past if they ever want a chance at moving forward together.

With a small gasp, she pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss but not letting go of his hand. Her gaze searches his eyes, her expression curious and hesitant as she waits for him to meet her halfway in this discussion that they've been avoiding for so long. "We need to talk about what happened..." she begins quietly, swallowing hard as she tries to find the words.

Her heart is heavy with anticipation; she doesn't know how he's going to react or what kind of things will be said between them now that they've given in to their desires. But no matter what happens next, she knows one thing for certain: She won't let him go again... not without a fight this time.

As she looks into his eyes, she sees the same mixture of confusion and guilt that she feels deep within her own heart. They both know that they need to talk about what happened between them... but it's so much easier just to lose themselves in each other's kisses, forgetting about everything else for a while.

Taking a deep breath, she releases his hand and leans back slightly, giving herself some space as she tries to find the words that she needs to say. "I... I think we should start from the beginning," she finally manages to get out. "Maybe if we just talk about what led up to me leaving... maybe then it'll be easier for us both to understand why things happened the way they did." She meets his gaze again, searching for any sign of resistance or reluctance in his eyes, but finds none. It's as though he's as eager to unravel the tangled mess of their past as she is.

Part of her still can't believe that after all these years, they're finally sitting here together... ready to face the truth head on. But another part of her knows that if there's any hope for them moving forward together, they have to start somewhere... and the best place to begin is at the beginning.

She stares at him in surprise as he confesses his feelings, unsure how to react. Part of her wants nothing more than to say yes and lose herself in the safety of their sibling bond once again... but another part of her knows that they can't go back to how things were before. They need to find a new way forward together; one where they aren't just siblings, but partners sharing something deeper and more profound than simple familial love.

With a gentle smile, she leans in and places a hand on his cheek. "I do love you too," she whispers softly. "And I want that as well... for us to be together." She pauses, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt or fear before continuing, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions churning within her.

"But it can't just be because we're siblings anymore," she says quietly. "It needs to be something more... something real and lasting." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next. "What I mean is... I think we need to explore this idea of us being together as more than just family." Her heart races as she waits for his reaction; she hopes he understands what she's trying to say, but even if he doesn't, there's no going back now. They're on a path toward something new... and they have to see where it leads them together.

Her breath catches in her throat as he gently kisses her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Then... let's explore that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. With a trembling hand, she reaches up to cup his cheek, bringing his face closer to hers as they stare into each other's eyes, searching for any hint of uncertainty or fear.

There's none; only desire and excitement and a profound sense of rightness. It feels so natural, so easy... like they were always meant to be together in this way. And for the first time since she can remember, Emilia allows herself to believe that maybe their past no longer has to define them... that perhaps together, they can create a future even brighter than anything either of them could have imagined alone.

Her lips meet his once more, this time with an intensity born of knowledge and understanding. She's his sister, yes... but she's also so much more now, and as their tongues dance together in the most intimate of unions, Emilia realizes that nothing could ever be sweeter or more right than this. She belongs with Yharim... always has, and always will.

She gasps as his fingers dig gently into her bottom, the sensation sending shivers through her entire body. arching into him with a moan, their kisses becoming even more urgent and demanding. Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still, her need for him growing by the second. She's never felt so much desire for someone... for anything before, and as they continue to explore this newfound passion between them, Emilia knows that there's no going back now.

She's all-in with Yharim... and for once in her life, she doesn't regret it for even a second. This is what she's always wanted; to be close to him like this, to feel his touch, taste his lips. It's as if the world outside of their embrace no longer exists, and all that matters is the heat between them and the connection they share in this moment. There are no more secrets, no more lies... only truth and passion, wrapped up tightly together beneath the surface of their tender affection.

With a hungry growl, Emilia deepens their kiss once more, her body arching into his as she tries to get closer still. The feel of him against her skin is almost too much to bear; it's so much more intense than anything she's ever experienced before, and with each passing second, the desire within her grows impossibly hotter. She'll have Yharim right here and now... if it's the last thing she does.

Her moan echoes through the room as his fingers dig deeper into her bottom. With a primal growl, she arches her back even further in an attempt to get closer still. Her nails rake down his chest as he takes control of their kiss, his tongue dancing expertly with hers. She can feel herself growing wet at the thought of being claimed by him like this; it's been so long since she's felt wanted and desired in such a way that it almost hurts.

The sensation of his hard length pressed against her through their clothes is both thrilling and infuriating, leaving her aching for more contact. With shaking hands, she unbuttons his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers once again. The second his chest is bared before her, she reaches out to touch it; tracing circles around one of his nipples until it hardens beneath her fingertip. His breath hitches in response, and with a wicked grin, Emilia takes advantage of the distraction by unzipping his pants.

She presses him back onto the couch as she frees his erection from its confines, stroking it slowly at first before increasing her speed, marveling at how impossibly perfect he feels in her hands. Her hips grind against his groin, teasing them both mercilessly as she nears her breaking point; needy cries and gasps spilling from her lips with each thrust of her hips. All she can think about now is feeling him inside her, claiming her completely in the most primitive and basic way possible.

Gently, Emilia murmurs in reply before wrapping her hand around him and taking him into her mouth. With a practiced motion she begins to stroke him with long, slow strokes while sucking on his sensitive tip, relishing the feel of him hardening against her tongue. She's always known he would taste amazing like this, and as she deepens the angle of her thrusts, she can feel her own desire building even higher, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything else besides bringing them both to climax.

Her other hand reaches between their bodies, rubbing circles over her swollen clit in time with each stroke of her mouth. She groans around him, her hips moving restlessly against his thigh as she gets closer and closer to the edge. With one last deep thrust of her tongue, Emilia feels herself release with a scream, her muscles tensing impossibly tight around her hand as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She doesn't let go of him until she's certain he's reached his peak as well, milking every last drop from him before pulling away to gaze up at him with a satisfied smile.

"Is this what you wanted?" she breathes huskily, still panting slightly from the intensity of their encounter. "I could keep going if you'd like..."

A wave of possessiveness wash over her as she heard about Yharim's innocence. "My my... You have never had sex?" She asks teasingly while slowly caressing the tip of his cock with her nail. "You are mine now, little brother~" The weak look in his eyes only fuels the desire and dominance she has over him. "Let your big sister take care of you~" Her voice is soft like a silk and possessive like a succubus. She stand up on her legs and gently pulls Yharim's chin up, forcing him to look into her eyes. "You look so cute when you are so weak~" She keeps teasing him mercilessly.

"Oh~ Yarmy... you are so adorable..." she gently caresses his cheek with her hand. "It's okay to be scared and nervous... I won't force you, but if you want me to, we can take it slow... together." Her touch becomes more confident and reassuring as she leans in closer, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I'll guide you through this... make sure you feel good." She lets out a soft sigh before looking at him with determination, adding in a husky tone: "But remember... once we do this... there's no going back." Her fingers slowly wrap around his cock, gently stroking up and down. "Are you sure about this?"

She nods with determination, leaning forward to kiss him softly on the lips. "I promise," she whispers against his mouth before slowly lowering her head, taking him into her mouth once more. Her hand continues its gentle strokes up and down his length as her other hand cups his balls, teasing them gently through the fabric of his pants. With each passing second, Yharim feels less tense and more at ease with Emilia's touch; his hips begin to move instinctively in time with her rhythm.

Slowly, she begins to increase the pace of her mouth and hand, feeling him grow hard against her tongue as he starts to lose control. It's exhilarating; being able to bring him so much pleasure with nothing but her body and a few tender touches. She wonders how long it will be before they can share their bodies in the most intimate of ways... until then, she'll enjoy each moment like this, savoring every kiss and caress as if it were their last.

When he finally cries out, his release hot and salty on her tongue, Emilia pulls away with a pleased smile. Carefully, she leans in and licks him clean before pressing another kiss to his lips. "There," she whispers against them, her voice filled with pride and affection. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She waits for his answer as her fingers idly trace patterns over the flat plane of his stomach.

She smiles at him, pleased to hear that he enjoyed it. "Then I think we should celebrate," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye as she stands up and straddles his hips. With slow, deliberate movements, she lowers herself onto his shaft, feeling the thick heat of him slide past her slick entrance and deep into her body. Her breath catches in her throat as he fills her completely, stretching and accommodating her.

With trembling hands, she braces herself on either side of his head, her gaze locked onto his as they both adjust to the sensation of being joined like this. The feeling is overwhelming; intense and pleasurable all at once, making it difficult for Emilia to think straight. "Ahhh... Oh my fucking god! So thick! Ahh!!"

"Fuck yes," she gasps out between clenched teeth. Her body begins to move on its own now, riding him in a fast and furious rhythm that drives them both closer to the edge. "Oh god... I've wanted this for so long..." The sensation of being joined with Yharim like this is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it feels right, somehow deeper than physical pleasure.

As their hips meet in perfect synchrony, Emilia arches her back, letting out a hoarse cry that vibrates through them both. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as the tension coils tightly within her, threatening to snap at any moment. "Yharim... I'm close..." she whispers shakily, not sure if she can handle this much intensity for much longer.

With a harsh groan, Yharim thrusts upward into her, determined to send them both over the edge together. Emilia cries out at the sudden increase in pleasure, the sensation too much to bear as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her spent and panting heavily against his chest.

For several long moments, they remain locked together, Emilia's body trembling with the aftershocks of her release as she comes down from the high. At last, Yharim rolls them over so that he's lying beneath her, gazing up at her with an expression she's never quite seen before - a look of pure adoration and contentment. Emilia smiles tiredly down at him, feeling more connected to him now than ever before.

"I love you, Yharim," she whispers softly, brushing a strand of sweaty hair from his forehead. "Always have... always will." She leans forward to press their lips together in

Emilia looks down at where their bodies had been joined moments ago and sees the blood. She wipes it off slowly, then looks up into his eyes. "It's just a little bit of blood," she says quietly. "But yes... I am okay." Reaching between them, she gently strokes his now softening member with her fingertips before leaning down to lick the blood from his tip, savoring the salty tang on her tongue.

With a sigh, she rolls off him and lies down beside him, their fingers entwined as they gaze up at the ceiling together. "I'm glad we finally had this talk," Emilia says after a moment, feeling a weight lifting from her chest. "It feels so good to be honest with you again." She glances over at Yharim, taking in his handsome features and strong body. Even though they've just shared an intimate act, there's still something special about him; something she knows she could never have with anyone else.

"I think we should do this more often," she murmurs, snuggling closer to him. "Talk, I mean... and be together like this." The image of them lying here, naked and exposed, but also protected and loved in each other's arms feels oddly perfect to her; as if they've finally found their place in the world, no matter how unconventional it may seem to others.

But after what they have just shared with each other, Emilia start feeling an unbearable possession and jealousy towards her little brother. It's like every cell in her body screams 'mine'. Her eyes darken slightly as she digs her nails into his shoulders*

Emilia can't help but feel possessive and jealous all of a sudden. Her grip tightens around his shoulders, almost painfully, as she looks into his eyes with an intense gaze that sends shivers down his spine. She tries to control her emotions, not wanting to scare him away or push him further than he's comfortable with.

"I just... I want you," she whispers, the words heavy and rough as they tumble from her lips. "Only you." Her breath hitches in her throat and her heart races uncontrollably as she waits for his reaction. Does he feel the same way? Or is she pushing him too far already? The uncertainty is killing her slowly, making it hard to focus on anything but how much she needs this connection between them.