Hashimoto Miho, Aimi, Nakatani Aimi in Aimi Nakatani Love Girls Who Love Older Step brother
Title: “Miho’s Unholy Obsession: Aimi’s Older Step-Brother”
The sun had already set when Aimi Nakatani arrived home, her school uniform still on, the skirt a little bit shorter than she would have liked. She had stayed late at the library, poring over textbooks and research papers in preparation for the upcoming college entrance exams. As she stepped into the house, the familiar scent of her mother’s cooking assaulted her senses. Glancing towards the kitchen, she caught sight of her step-brother, Ryo, leaning casually against the counter, sipping a cup of tea. Aimi felt a tightness in her chest at the sight of his rugged, masculine features. It was a reaction she had been trying to suppress for quite some time now.
“Ah, Aimi, you’re back,” Ryo greeted her with a lazy smile. His eyes traveled from her figure, making her feel exposed in her short skirt. “Mom’s preparing dinner. Go wash up, it’ll be ready soon.”
Aimi nodded, her cheeks flushing at his intense gaze. She quickly hurried past him towards her room, her heart pounding in her chest. Ryo watched her go, a flicker of desire in his eyes. For weeks now, he had been noticing the way Aimi looked at him. The subtle nuances in her body language, the slight hitch in her breath when he caught her staring. And while he wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea of acting on those feelings, he didn’t want to risk upsetting their family dynamic.
Dinner was a quiet affair, with the family sanctioned by Ryo’s presence. Aimi found it hard to eat, her stomach churning with nerves as she avoided looking at Ryo. Afterwards, as Aimi was clearing the table, Ryo cornered her in the kitchen. His strong arms caging her in, his breath hot against the shell of her ear.
“Hey, little sis,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “I know what you want. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
Aimi’s eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she breathed, but the quiver in her voice betrayed her.
Ryo leaned in closer, his lips brushing the delicate skin of her neck. “Don’t lie to me, Aimi. I’ve seen the hunger in your eyes.” His hand reached out, slowly trailing a finger down the curve of her breast. “You want me, don’t you? You want your older step-brother to take care of you.”
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