A Warm Welcome

Your eyes flutter awake.

What's going on?

Your mind is as hazy as your eyes. A small moment of wonder lasts before you realize the familiar room, your room. You lie in bed looking at the ceiling from an angle with your head slightly propped up by a soft pillow. The curtains are drawn partially letting in a stream of moonlight into the room.

With a silent groan you try to get up bur just as you do you realize a weight clinging on beside you. You stop and lower your gaze to investigate the situation.

Sleeping there is a small blonde girl, she's quite cute. You don't recognize her though....no, actually you do. You stare at her for a long moment, the fuzz fading from your mind. This is Amelia, your step-sister -wait how? You have memories of her that you can now recall perfectly. But....you don't know her, or rather you shouldn't know her.

This is definitely your room....except....it's different. Half the room is filled with your things and like a line splitting the the room the other half is filled with all the cute cuddly girlish things a girl would want.

Amelia has always been the kiddish one among the three siblings in your household....three? That information just came into your mind as if it was something you knew. You lean back down flat against the pillow and begin to work things out. These memories flowing through your head....they're foreign, like hot coals cooling down on soft snow. But you also feel like you belonged here, this is your place.

You take another deep breath. You shouldn't freak out, that'll just make things worst. Let's go through this one more time. This girl is your step-sister, Amelia. She's cute....very cute. Her chest rises and fall in constant motion. Her body presses against yours softly- no, wait....don't think about it, don't go there or else you'll....

....

Your hand ever so gently cusp her butt. A light feeling emanates through you like a small high. There's no helping it, you're still a guy after all. Even though both of you are covered in a heavy blanket you could picture her perfectly due to your new memories. Amelia has a petite budding body alluring in all the cute and adorable ways. Her personality can be quite the opposite of what she looks like as she's the type to play pranks, the type to whine and worst of all the type of girl that can get physical when embarrassed or mad. Tell her a good joke? She'll hold her laugh and then smack you. Make her angry? She boils over and then Smack. Hungry? She'll yell at you to get her snacks and then Smack. Look at her for too long? Smack. It's like a language of **** that she speaks. Perhaps one of these days you should put her in her place. To teach her a thing or two, right?

What a little gremlin, however the real question here is how'd she even end up in your bed? You glance over to the other side of the room where her bed is and squint at it suspiciously. No way she mistook yours for hers.

What an overload of information, there's so much hitting you at once.

Before you give up....and give in. Your hand moves in and gives her butt another squeeze. The soft bottom doesn't resist your touch nor does she react. Her breath hits your collarbone flowing up to your neck. Her adorable face and features make you grit your teeth. It takes your best to stop yourself from doing anything that would get you into trouble. You need to gather yourself first and find out what's going on.

....

Unfortunately, you're a little too tired mentally and the bed is too comfortable. In perhaps any other scenario you would get up to investigate. But for now Amelia's warm body keeps you contempt and you let yourself drift into the dark.

You'll deal with it in the morning.