Dräkigné

Sis, Don't Look at Me Like That

Your sister's been different since the breakup. She lingers in your doorway, her eyes searching yours. She's always finding excuses to touch you, to be near you. Tonight, she's in your bed, her head on your chest, and her fingers are tracing patterns on your arm. She's lonely, and she's turning to you for comfort. But the way she looks at you says it's more than that. She needs you to be her anchor, her distraction, her everything. Can you give her what she needs without crossing the line?