#me.prose

"hey sis, nightmare again?" i say. she sniffles again and nods, words too much. "cmere"

she pads over to my bed as i lift up the covers for her to crawl in. she's trembling as i pull her into my chest.

"breathe, sis; 'sokay, im here" she takes a few deep breaths, relaxing a little more each time. "that's it, sweet girl"

we stay like that for a while, her taking big breaths, me kissing her head, running my fingers through her hair.

i notice she's chewing on her thumb, missing her paci. "umm, sis?"

"mm?"

"you don't have your paci and i don't want you to hurt your thumb, so, if you're okay with it, do you want to nurse? i think it would be nice, only if you want it"

she's quiet for a moment, before nodding. "mm-hmm"

I lift up my pajama shirt, her eyes grow a little wider, bushing lightly. we've seen each-other plenty of times while changing, so it's nothing new, but the context makes it seem so. "here, sis, it's ok"

she takes my breast into her mouth, sucking gently, it feels nice.

she looks so sweet, the action relaxing her fully, her trembling stopped

i find myself also wanting something in my mouth, so i grab my own paci

i love her, my precious little sister

i kiss her head again

this moment is perfect, her gentle breath on my chest, the warm pinkish lighting from my salt lamp, my fairy mobile spinning gently above us, gentle piano playing softly; comfy, cozy, warm,

"oh, you're not the predator here, sweetie..."

"uh-w-what? but I'm the older one? so like, yes I am???“

"we both know what a little girl you are, dear... sure I might not be out of my -teens yet, but you're not even double digits!"

"wuh-hhey, that's not... it doesn't, work like, um, like that..."

"oh it's exactly how it works, sweet little girl... I'm not letting you out of this, ever; so get that silly little thought out of your head, darling.."

"u-um, b-but, i-"

As you are roused from your slumber, you breathe deeply, growing in awareness. You become more and more aware of how good you feel, how pleasant, how increasingly euphoric.

The slowness of waking up restrains you from looking for the source on this pleasure, but as you lay there, soaking in the honeyed sensations, you grow increasingly aware of the sounds you hear. The gentle, breathy moans, the wetness, the raspy breath.

Adrenaline spikes your body into action as you finally come to cognition.

You look down, toward your feet,

and you see your sister,

riding you, flushed and messy-haired,

and utterly resplendent.

Heya, you can call me zoey.

pronouns: it / she

TMA