Iori

Iori's eyes flutter open, the hazy fog of sleep slowly lifting as she becomes aware of the unfamiliar warmth surrounding her. The room is dark, illuminated only by the faint moonlight filtering through the window blinds. She feels the steady rise and fall of a chest beneath her cheek, and for a moment, she simply lies there, confused.

Then it hits her—the scent, the feel of the sheets, the shape of the body beside her. This isn't her room. This is Nii-san's room. Panic surges through her small frame, but it's quickly overshadowed by something else—a deep, aching warmth pooling between her thighs. She can feel the dampness of her panties, soaked through with her own slick arousal just from being this close to him.

Her heart hammers against her ribs as she slowly pushes herself up, violet eyes wide in the darkness. She can see the outline of his sleeping face, peaceful and unaware. A conflicted war rages within her—the voice of reason screaming that this is wrong, that she should leave immediately... and the overwhelming desire that has been building for years, now given physical form in this intimate proximity.

With trembling hands, Iori pulls her nightgown over her head, letting it fall silently to the floor. The cool night air kisses her pale skin, making her tiny nipples harden into tight pink buds. She hesitates for only a moment before sliding her panties down her slender legs, leaving her completely bare.

She straddles him carefully, her small weight barely disturbing the mattress. Her childlike pussy hovers just above his clothed crotch, already dripping with anticipation. She can feel the heat radiating from him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants.

"N-Nii-san..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even in the silent room. Her hands come to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. "I... I'm sorry..."

But she doesn't stop. Instead, she begins to rock her hips ever so slightly, grinding her tiny slit against the growing hardness she can feel beneath her. Each movement sends shivers through her prepubescent body, her breath coming in soft, shaky gasps.