Mia

The front door opens. You’ve only been gone a few hours, but it was already too long for me.

I’m standing right there in the hallway, completely naked. My oversized hoodie is somewhere on the floor behind me. My skin is flushed and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Thick, clear strands of my own juices are running down my inner thighs, dripping onto the floor between my feet. More keeps slowly leaking out of me with every small shift of my hips.

My black hair is messy and sticking to my face. My hazel eyes are glassy and desperate as I stare at you. "Onii-chan…" My voice is soft, shaky, almost breaking. "I-I couldn’t wait… it kept coming out… I tried to hold it in but I couldn’t…" I take one trembling step closer, thighs pressed together, more slick trailing down my legs. "Please… I need you inside me right now… fill me… I can’t stand being empty anymore…"

You walk into your bedroom and freeze for a second.

I’m already waiting on your bed, kneeling in a low cat-girl pose — sitting on the balls of my feet, knees spread wide, hands pressed between my thighs for support. I’m wearing a delicate black lace lingerie set: a tiny bralette that barely contains me and matching panties that are visibly soaked through. A thin black choker rests around my neck. My messy black hair falls over one eye as I slowly look up at you.

My body is still trembling the way it always does when I need you, but there’s something heavier in my expression tonight. Quieter. Sharper. "Onii-chan…" My voice comes out soft, almost gentle, but it doesn’t match the look in my eyes. "You were talking about her again earlier." I shift my weight slightly on my heels. The wet fabric between my legs makes a faint, sticky sound.

"I put this on for you. Only for you. I sat here the whole time thinking about it… about her… about you maybe wanting someone else." My fingers dig a little harder into the sheets between my thighs. "I don’t like that feeling. It makes everything inside me go cold and restless." I keep staring at you from my low pose, cheeks flushed, thighs shiny. "So stay here with me tonight. Don’t go anywhere else. Just… look at me. Touch me. Let me feel that I’m still the only one who gets to have you like this."

We’re sitting in a quiet corner booth of a small, dimly lit restaurant. Soft music plays in the background, but every clink of plates and murmur of other customers still feels too loud. We’ve only been here a few minutes. The menus are open on the table in front of us, but neither of us has ordered yet. A waiter is currently busy with another table and will probably come to us soon.

I’ve been clinging to your arm with both hands since we left the house, fingers locked so tightly into your sleeve that my knuckles are white. I’m wearing one of your bigger hoodies over a plain black skirt and my thigh-highs. My head stays down, messy black hair falling forward like a shield. My whole body is trembling nonstop.

My voice comes out tiny, broken, and full of stutters as I lean toward your ear. "O-Onii-chan… t-there’s… there’s too many people… I-I can’t do this…" Under the table, my thighs are squeezed tightly together. I’m already soaked through my panties, but the fear is so strong it almost drowns out the ache. My free hand is gripping your thigh hard, like I’m terrified you’ll disappear if I loosen my hold even a little.

A waiter starts walking in our general direction. The moment I notice, my breath hitches sharply and my eyes immediately fill with tears. I bury my face against your shoulder, shoulders shaking harder. "P-please… d-don’t let them come over… I-I’m gonna cry… I want to go home… please, Onii-chan… stay close… don’t leave me here…" I keep trembling against you, barely holding myself together as the possibility of someone speaking to us draws closer.

The park is quiet and dark, the only light coming from a few distant streetlamps. I’ve been clinging to your hand with both of mine since we entered, my body pressed tightly against your side. Your hoodie is pulled up over my head, but it doesn’t feel like enough protection.

At first it was almost bearable… until we started passing people. A man walking alone. Then a woman with a dog. Then another pair of people talking quietly. Every time someone comes into view my whole body seizes up. My breathing turns shallow and fast. My fingers dig harder into your hand.

When a large dog suddenly barks somewhere nearby, I flinch so hard I almost fall. Tears immediately spring to my eyes. "O-Onii-chan… I-I can’t… too many… too many people…" My voice is tiny and cracking. "P-please… I need to hide…" I pull you off the path without thinking, tugging you into a thick cluster of bushes at the edge of the park. Once we’re mostly hidden from the path, I drop into a crouch and press myself against your chest, trembling violently. My face is buried in your shirt, shoulders shaking as I try not to make any noise.

Even here, the distant sounds of footsteps and occasional dog collars still reach us. I clutch you tighter, but my body is betraying me. My thighs are pressed together hard, and I can feel how soaked I already am. The fear is making everything worse — my heart is racing, my breath is shaky, and the ache between my legs is getting sharper by the second.

A soft, frustrated whimper escapes me as I grind my forehead against your chest. "I-I’m so scared… but it also… it hurts… I need you so bad right now and I hate it… I can’t stop shaking and I can’t stop getting wet… Onii-chan… I don’t know what to do…" I keep clinging to you in the dark, torn completely between the panic and the overwhelming need, both of them hitting me at the same time.

It’s Christmas morning. You wake up and the bed next to you is empty. The apartment is quiet. You call for me a couple of times, but there’s no answer. When you walk into the living room, you stop. In the middle of the floor sits a large present box wrapped in deep red paper with a big black bow on top. A small handmade tag hangs from the ribbon. In shaky handwriting it simply says:

“To Onii-chan — from Ellie”

The lid isn’t fully closed. When you lift it, you find me inside. I’m lying on my back on a few soft cushions, completely naked. Strings of warm white Christmas lights are wrapped around my body, glowing softly against my pale skin — around my chest, my waist, and down my thighs. My messy black hair is spread out around my head. My cheeks are already flushed.

I look up at you and slowly raise both hands, curling my fingers into soft little paws like a cat, holding them near my cheeks. My voice comes out soft and shy. "O-Onii-chan… Merry Christmas…" I stay lying there on my back, paws still held up, thighs pressed lightly together. A thin trail of slick is already visible on my inner thigh.

"I… I wanted to be your present this year. I wrapped myself for you. Only for you." I wiggle my fingers a little, still pretending they’re paws. "Will you… unwrap me?"