>>91382862Grimmi’s eyes were still shining with the wet dew of joyful tears. Her heart still fluttering and overwhelmed with the leftover feeling brought by the four-legged furballs she had just (virtually) rescued. A gentle warmth settled in his PRODIGIOUS bossom as she breasted boobily down the stairs to the living room. There, enjoying a late night Taco Bell binger (again), Gaspar was suddenly assaulted by his sisters touch.
Tenderly, still processing her own feelings, Grimmi leaned in to Gaspar, their chests touching. Awkwardly, Gaspar, wordless and knowingly, began to pet the top of her head. It was the cats again. It’s always with those damn cats. He smiled.
A faint moan escaped Grimmi’s lips as the all to familiar fingers of her brother found familiar purchase in the roots of her hair. She held him closer, Gaspar’s own breath hitching in his throat.
“Are… are you okay weirdo?” Gaspar asked. He, of course, already knew the answer. However, this had become something of a routine. Grimmi would go stream, he would acquire a Nachos BellGrande Combo with a Veggie Build Your Own Cravings Box for Grimmi to enjoy after.... It was stable.
Whimpering, Grimmi looked up “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” she slipped into a mommy voice, like the mother she never had growing up, “I’m telling you big boy, I’m the absolute best.”
He grimaced. She bit her lip. The quiet weight of the room pressed down on them as Grimmi risked delicate glances up into Gaspar’s yellow-golden eyes. She could see a hint of a familial smile curling at the corners of his lips, or perhaps that was the sugar rush from the Baja Blast. Regardless, the two FULLY ADULT SIBLING maintained an uncomfortably long eye contact.
Naturally, the situation only escalated as Grimmi attempted to pull away full force like an autistic wilderbeast and bumped the top of her head into Gaspar’s chin, his fingers still between.
“Ow!” Gaspar exclaimed. “You Dork!”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Grimmi submissively
chimed.
Gaspar palmed his face as if struck all anew by the absurdity of his sisters being. She looked up with those beautiful yellow-golden eyes… He blushed, looking away.
“Yeah, it’s like totally fine or whatever I don’t care.” He turned his head, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “There’s some Taco Bell in the fridge. I got you that vegan veggie stuff you like, just don’t try to feed it to our actual cats, ok?” Gaspar’s blush deepened.
Grimmi, her eyes alight by the promise of food, hugged her brother again in earnest. Her BONERIFIC DELICIOUS CHEST again meeting his. “Just like go or something you dork I have video games to play like the metal gear solid portable that you can enjoy after I’m done alright?”
Grimmi nodded, picking up a somewhat malnourished cat as she skipped toward the kitchen. Her voice coming to life in a cacophony of barely suppressed mental illness in the form of various tones and practiced dialects.
It is a comfortable life.
