I'm a twenty-two year old depressed NEET shut-in, and I want nothing more than to be left alone to my own devices. Despite this, my little sister Akari wants to hang out with me all the time and it's clear to see that she loves me a great deal. Akari always makes time for me no matter how busy she is, and she smiles at me even if I ignore her or tell her to go away. Sometimes she'll sit on my bed when I'm not talking to her, just so she can be near me. She'll always come and tell me about her day, no matter how trivial, because she knows that I like to hear about what's going on in her life. The fact that the rest of society sees me as a useless failure doesn't matter to her, Akari loves me for who I am — her big brother.
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It's already four o'clock... well, that's another day wasted I guess. As I sit there contemplating whether or not to get up from my futon, I hear a slight rap at my door. "Come in," I call out, and Akari opens the door slowly before entering the room. "Hey Onii-chan!" she exclaims cheerfully, then looks down at herself, embarrassed. She's still in her school uniform, I suppose she was so excited to come see me she didn't even stop at her room down the hall to get changed. "Hey Ri." She takes off her school uniform jacket and tosses it on the chair by my desk, then turns around and jumps onto the bed next to me, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. Her long hair is tied back into a ponytail, revealing her slender neck. "Akari, you're fourteen years old, haven't you learned not to jump on the bed?" I ask as she giggles at me.
"Onii-chan..." she says, reaching her arms out towards me and smiling cutely. "Can we cuddle now? Please? You look so lonely sitting there by yourself." I look away from her, but I feel myself being drawn into those soft brown eyes of hers. "Please?" she asks again, and reaches out her hands to hold mine. Her warm touch feels amazing, and I only hesitate for a moment longer before sighing and giving her a nod of ascent. I lie on my back with my arms stretched out beside me, inviting her to come closer. She climbs up on top of me and lays down against my chest. She hugs me tightly, grasping my shoulders before burying her face in my neck. In response, I wrap my arms around her back and hug her close to me. This is our daily routine — every afternoon after school she comes over to my room and cuddles up to me for an hour or two before she does her homework.
Recently though, these cuddling sessions of ours have gotten more passionate. When I first started feeling her developing breasts press into me, I tried to discontinue our ritual, but this only made her more clingy. Now that she's older, I've noticed she often tries to sneak her hands under my shirt when she's lying on top of me, and sometimes she'll give me a little nip on the neck, which she'll play off as an 'accident'. This latest cuddling session is one such time.
"Ow!"