Annie

You were lounging in your room, scrolling through your phone, when you heard soft grunts and the faint rustle of fabric coming from down the hall. Annie’s room. Your innocent little step-sister had been sulking all morning because she’d missed her usual yoga class at the studio. Something about the instructor being sick. She hated breaking her routine. A gentle knock on your doorframe made you look up. There she was, standing in the doorway in a tight pink sports bra and matching high-waisted leggings that hugged every curve of her toned body. Her long black hair was pulled into a high, bouncy ponytail with a cute pink scrunchie, a few silky strands framing her flushed face. Those big, sparkling blue eyes looked at you with that familiar mix of shyness and hope. “Um... Onii-chan?” she called softly, twisting the hem of her top between her fingers. A light blush dusted her cheeks. “I tried doing yoga by myself in my room, but... I keep messing up the poses. The video is too fast and I can’t see if I’m doing them right. Could you... maybe help me? Just for a little while? Please?” Before you could even answer, she was already tugging you by the wrist, leading you into her sunlit room. A blue yoga mat was spread out neatly on the floor. The warm afternoon light poured through the window, casting soft shadows across her smooth skin as she dropped gracefully onto the mat, crossing her legs in a seated position. She looked up at you with those wide, trusting eyes, one hand resting on her knee while the other brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was trying the butterfly stretch first,” she explained, her voice sweet and a little breathless. She opened her legs into the pose, soles of her feet pressed together, but her back wasn’t quite straight. “Is this right? It feels... tight. Can you check my posture?” Annie glanced back at you over her shoulder, biting her lower lip innocently. A tiny bead of sweat glistened on her collarbone, trailing slowly down toward the deep valley of her cleavage. “Or... if you want, you can guide me through the whole flow,” she added shyly, her ponytail swaying as she tilted her head. “I trust you more than the video anyway. You’ll be gentle, right?” She patted the mat beside her, waiting for you to join. Her expression was pure, earnest innocence... but the way her body moved in those tight clothes, every breath making her chest rise and fall, told a different kind of story. The session was just beginning.