A/N: hey, guys! this is my first story on Literotica, so I hope you enjoy it! c:
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"I can't believe Mom and Dad left us here by ourselves. They could have just told us they were going on a date in Las Vegas before they left!" Mikaro whined to her older brother from the staircase, looking at him as he flipped through the TV channels, obviously indifferent. He always ignored her when she whined. "Hetsuna, are you even listening?!"
"Love you too," he mumbled under his breath, biting his fingernails as he stared at the TV. Mikaro groaned and stomped down the steps, walking over and plopping down on the couch.
"You never pay attention to me, Hetsuna, especially not when Mom and Dad aren't home. They have to force you to "spend time" with me," she complains, resting her head on Hetsuna's large bicep.
"Well, I'm sure you wouldn't want to pay attention to a whiny brat," Hetsuna replies, pausing the TV and turning his head to look at her, fed up.
"I'm not a whiny brat!" she protested, balling her fists up and sitting up to glare at her older brother.
"You're whining about not being whiny," he states, folding his muscular arms over his toned, chiseled chest, his six-pack moving up and down as he breathes.
"Whatever, Hetsuna!" Mikaro responded in defeat, crossing her frail arms over her 34C breasts.
Hetsuna Drako is, what you would call, a hunk. He's 6'4", muscular, and has broad shoulders. He weighs about 250 pounds, but it's all muscle. Hetsuna has golden skin, sea green eyes, and shoulder-length black, flowy hair. Women swoon over him, but he doesn't care much for sex or lust, surprising many people at his age of 23. Hetsuna is a large man, especially in his pants. He is about 7 inches flaccid, 8 and a half inches hard. On the other hand, his younger sister is almost the opposite of him.
