"Sis..."
"Sisi..."
"Big Siisstter... wake up."
"Huh, what!" She woke up and still found herself leaning on her brother as he still held onto her waist.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." She stretched her hand in satisfaction. "I am feeling sooo good. Looks like I was having a great dream," Sasha said while looking back.
"Yes, and your weight is killing me now. Can you get up? It's time to go. We have to get ready now!" Zack said in slight discomfort as he released his grip from her waist.
"Hey, are you calling me fat or what?! I am not going to get up. Let them come. I will stay here like this forever." Sasha pouted angrily and pushed herself back more.
Zack, clearly not playing with her now, got up forcefully, making her fall behind on his leg. "Geez, don't get up so fast," she said. Looking up, his cock could be seen clearly, making Sasha a little embarrassed.
Zack bent, held her hand, and picked her up forcefully, making her stand up. "Owww, be gentle with a lady." He then again bent down and picked her up like a princess, her boobs squeezed together, and her crotch crushed from her soft juicy thighs.
"Kyyyyaaaa!" she cried in excitement. "I am getting a princess carry from my little brother, hehehe. Now where are you taking this beautiful young lady, Mr.?" she said seductively, squeezing her boobs more.
"Your room, and throw you there so that you could live your life there while I go enjoy the party," Zack said while coming out of the tub.
"Hey, hey, we haven't dried ourselves yet. You will make the whole house filled with water. Stop, stoopppppp," Sasha begged.
"Heeehhhh, I guess that will be your punishment for acting out." Zack smiled and started walking out naked and dripping in water.
"Aaaa, my floor," Sasha panicked, and while they were going out, she somehow managed to get the towel and tried to dry herself, but Zack was so fast that the floor was already wet. Sighhh, I have got more work to do. She puffed in anger and slapped Zack's chest.
He didn't mind and carried her to her room and made her sit on her chair gently, not throwing. He took the towel from her hand and in a hurried manner dried her hair.
Hey hey, my beautiful hair, please be careful, Sasha said in a pleasing voice. But Zack didn't care; he was rough at first, but slowly started getting slower and gentler. He gently dried her hair, then used his fingers to brush off some lingering water from the strands. While he was doing this, his dick was right in Sasha's face as she watched it jumping and moving around—she found it funny and cute.
After drying her hair, he ordered, "Hands up!" Sasha, who had been mesmerized by Zack's dick, now startled and raised her arms. He took the towel and gently covered her whole arm in one smooth swoop, making sure nothing was left damp. Then he took care of her shoulders. Now reaching for her boobs, he covered his palm fully with the towel and gently wiped the water from them, his fingers making sure every corner was cleaned. For a minute, Sasha was completely silent and enjoying the process; she looked warmly at her brother, who was taking care of her in such a bold manner. If outside people knew, they would think of something bad, but we know that our relationship is very close—though not that of lovers. As Sasha was thinking this, Zack's hand reached her belly, which he cleaned sweepingly fast. After doing this, he ordered again, "Get up." Sasha got up obediently.
Then he brought his hand toward her crotch and started rubbing it from towel. When he reached her pussy, Sasha subconsciously gave him space by parting her legs slightly. He then slid his finger along the surface of her pussy as he cleaned there; Sasha, enjoying his touch, didn't seem to mind. Then he knelt down and, using both hands, placed them on both sides of her thighs from the sides, drying her whole leg in one stroke—same with the other one. Then he said, "Turn around." Sasha turned around, and he dried her back efficiently. At last, he touched her ass with the towel and gently cleaned it there. After finishing, he smacked her lower ass part—SMACKKK!—and said, "Done!"
"Ouch, don't slap my ass, you bastard," Sasha said while turning around and pointing her finger.
Zack just turned around, wrapped the towel around his hip, and went back to his room, while Sasha smiled sweetly and started getting ready.
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Chiiirppp… chiirrppp… chiirrrp!
The doorbell rang with the sound of a bird chirping.
Zack stepped out of his room, now fully dressed — a brown, tight cargo lower paired with a loose white shirt, covered by a green one-piece cloth. Thick leather straps crossed his waist, and smaller bands wrapped around his wrists. He opened the door and blinked at the sight before him.
Sio and Gloomy stood there, dressed almost identically.
"Well, well! My lovely brother and sister, nice to meet you!" Zack said with a teasing grin.
Gloomy immediately looked away, whistling to avoid eye contact, while Sio puffed up like a small storm cloud.
"I told you we looked the same, and you didn't listen! Now even Brother Zack is making fun of us!" she shouted, stomping her foot.
"Haha, hey, hey, I'm not making fun of you two," Zack chuckled, patting Sio's head. "You both look great — beautiful and handsome, really. Come on in."
Still bickering, they entered, removed their shoes, and stepped into the guest room.
Sio blinked. "Huh? Big Brother Zack, why's your floor wet?"
"Ah, that." Zack smirked. "Your big sister was so late that she ran off after her bath without drying herself."
"Ooohhhh! Hahaha!" Both Sio and Gloomy burst into laughter.
"Don't tell lies, Zackkkk!" came a sharp voice from the stairs.
Their sister descended — now fully dressed and looking radiant. She wore a strapless blue top tied at the center, paired with a short, slit skirt that reached her knees. Her hair, tied in a bun with a few loose strands framing her face, gave her a graceful yet confident look.
"Wow, Big Sister! You look so sexy!" Sio exclaimed, eyes wide with admiration.
"Yeah. Good," Gloomy nodded simply.
"Alright, let's go," Zack said quickly, averting his eyes to avoid her glare.
"Tyra, my little friend, let's move," he called out. The small creature stirred from its nap, stretched, and fluttered lazily into Sasha's waiting arms before promptly dozing off again. Sasha only chuckled and stroked Tyra's back gently as they headed out.
The group of four soon arrived at the Big Guy's house.
They rang the bell, and Mother Julia opened the door with her usual bright smile.
"Hello, Aunty Julia," everyone greeted, bowing politely.
"Oh my, look at all of you! So adorable—especially you, Sio, my cute little baby!" , immediately grabbing Sio's cheeks.
"A-Aunty, please, release me!" Sio pleaded, but Julia only laughed and dragged everyone inside while still fussing over her.
Inside, they found Uncle Esjar sitting on the sofa, wiping his tears beside Big Guy, who looked as composed as ever—wearing knee-length boots, tight jeans, and a brown half-coat over a white long-sleeve shirt. His calm, muscular posture radiated quiet strength.
"Good evening, Uncle Esjar," everyone said together.
"Oh, you're here, little ones!" Esjar sniffled. "Listen… your big sister Fia, hates her father—and that's meeee!" He started crying again.
The group exchanged looks and sighed. They had already heard Fia was fine, so none of them looked too worried.
"That's because you were in my way while I was getting dressed," came Fia's voice from the hall.
She stepped out looking sharp — white tight jeans with orange engravings, a fitted black vest under a white half-coat, and orange straps tied around her waist. She looked more cool than pretty — confident, capable, and every bit herself.
"Big Sister Fia!" Sio ran to hug her tightly. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold you properly before, and I made you suffer. I even distracted Big Guy! I'm sorry!"
Fia smiled softly and patted her head. "It's okay. No one's at fault. Feels like I've been saying that a lot lately."
Everyone laughed. The tension faded, replaced by warmth.
"Don't push yourself, alright?" Sasha said, still holding Tyra. "If you feel any discomfort, tell me."
And with that, the group of friends stepped out together, heading toward the Princess Palace, the wind of Eirs brushing gently against them.