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It is a warm summery Saturday afternoon. From the other room, you can hear the sounds of a game being played. suddenly you you hear "Shiiiii-fuuuuck!' followed by a cry. You smile slightly yourself. Back to stage 1, you think. the crying sound gets louder and you can hear the light pad-pad-pad of footsteps. Your little sister burst into your room, her eyes brimming with big tears. "Charlotte, what's wrong" I -i-i -diiiiieedd she stammers it it it was the last boss and and I was doing so good and and" OK OK. come here You hold out your arms, beckoning her. Your imouto, who was usually not affectionate and regarded you the way a cat regards a houseplant, rushes over and bounds onto your bed and into your arms. Woah. Haha, there there. You sit up on the bed as She buries her face in the crook of your neck. you feel her cheek, wet from tears. Her tiny arms wrap around your back and you close your into a light hug. you can feel her lithe body shudder and jump as she sobs. There there, its ok. You shouldn't get so worked up over a game. It's al right." It's not just a game , you hear between sniffles. But she begins to calm down. And then you hear it. Eeeuuuurpp. You both freeze for split second. Then you laugh. "Ah i see. you're a little cranky since you're hungry. How about a snack? Would you like that?" You can tell she does not appreciate your laughter. But after another grumble from her tummy you hear the shy reply. Yes. Ok then. Go ahead. Another sniffle as you feel soft lips on your neck and then- you wince a bit as you feel 4 tiny pin pricks on your neck, followed by gentle sucking. "I hope it tastes good today!" you chuckle. "Mmmmhhmmm," comes the reply. a few seconds pass, and the small adrenaline rush you feel after a feeding begins kicks your awareness up. Charlotte is straddling your waist, with knees on the bed, feet dangling off the side and happily swinging. She's wearing pink ankle socks that have a ring of white bunnies around the toes. looking further up, you see a summer weight patterned blue skirt and white cotton t-shirt. And her small, erect nipp..WAIT, WHAT!? Why!? Maybe it was the feeding or the fabric of her shirt rubbing across and around them as she ran to you. You suddenly realize that, as she's been feeding, her body has gotten warmer and gone limp. Her full body weight is pressing on you. Her crotch is resting just above your...the heat... Oh no. You close your eyes. Please...no. The feeding stops. You can barely feel the withdraw of the fangs; her soft lips departing your neck is more obvious. Her tongue, her tongue runs up the side of your neck to your ear. Her breathy voice in your ear. "Bad oniichan. Very bad oniichan. Thinking about your imouto like that. Well. I suppose it can't be helped. We'll just have to make it go down." on those last two word she wiggled her hips. "Char, wait, we can't." Your mind raced. What is she going to- the thought is cut off from the sudden feeling of 4 large fangs piercing your neck, followed by sucking, way more intense than before. Huh. This isn't supposed. You struggle to break free, but an iron grip keeps you in place. She's been fed, she's stronger now. And the rapid blood loss, weakening you. The room is starting to lose color. Your vision is greying out. Why won't it go away!? Is she still rubbing? "Char, please, i'm..." you're barely conscious when you finally feel your erection subside. Charlotte releases you. She hops off limp body as you collapse back on the bed. "Mmm, that was fun oniichan. And I'm so full now!" she says, smiling and patting her slightly bulging tummy. "Thanks for the meal!"
