>Lisa's alarm goes off, you dismiss it so she can eep some more, she needs this
>she's breathing deeply and regularly, lost in her dreams, her modest chest slowly rising with each breath, the band tee she borrowed from you is far too big for her, exposing her right shoulder and collarbone
>you gently slide a finger under her shirt collar, it feels everso slightly soft and almost squishy, suggesting that there might be something there, her skin however feels a little too cold so you hook the fabric with your fingertip and cover her shoulder before adjusting her blankie
>she curls up a little tighter, her boney hips really stand out beneath the sheets, you mindlessly run your hand from her hips to her flat ass and thin thighs, it feels much warmer there for some reason, high calorie recipies pop into your mind
>you stay in bed with your little sister for a few more hours, she is sleeping peacefully, her phone lights up, about to play the second alarm, you unlock it using the same old chaos language rune pattern she's been using for years and type a generic good morning tweet but you don't send it
>she is so deeply asleep there is a small puddle of drool bellow her mouth, you feel confident you can now cook breakfast without waking her up and proceed to leave the bed and do so
>you decide to wake her up as her eggs finish cooking from the heat of the pan, the drool puddle has grown wider making the sheets look darker, you brush her hair away to expose her ear and gently blow on it
>Lisa's ear twitches, she tenses a little and clenches her little baby fist even harder, as she curls up into a comfy foetal position, the sheets slide off her boney hips, there is another darker spot of fabric here
>you whisper something into her ear, and start working on widening the musky puddle, you can feel the thick soft wool beneath her dull, washed out spats, her wool must have been soaking in juices for hours because at the slightest of presses you feel lamb juices ooze out from the matted wool, soaking her spats
>Lisa mews and breathes a little faster, you keep whispering sweet nothings into her ear, she looks peaceful and innocent not even slightly flustered, blissful and unaware
>you press firmly, pushing the wool aside to create a more direct path to her most sensitive meats, her spats are so soaked the darkened area now rivals the drool puddle, you feel her body shift upwards as if to escape from your firm caresses, she might wake up, you think to yourself as you whisper that neither of you will ever mention this
>as you move away from her soft ear, you notice that Lisa is now tomato red, definitely awake and aware as she lets outs a sultry sigh, holds tight onto the sheets and relaxes as she pushes back against your soaked hand, she wants this...
>there is a sudden cacophony of dishes and hissing followed by a short silence that is quickly filled with muted sheepish moans, she needed this.
>you kiss your little sister behind her velvety ear as her shivers start to die down, ears still bent back in shame, refusing to perceive any more suggestive whispers
>you give the musky spats a gentle tap to inform her that it's all done, just like you tap her wooly patch after grooming. You greet her as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever occurred, you can feel her embarrassmet fade away as she lowers her shoulders and raises her ears, just as she thought she got away with acknowledging what just happened you inform Lisa that the breakfast you lovingly prepared for her is probably on the floor and half eaten, and so you will be having an extensive grooming session as you wait for the uber driver, Lisa finds a way to turn even redder as she lowers her spats on her own, you whisper gentle praises as she gets ready to have her messy, musky, matted wool thoroughly groomed
