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You jump a little in place as a short energetic figure jumps towards you and wraps its arms around your torso in a warm, loving, bear hug. "Morning, big bro~!" She says in her melodic, high-pitched voice. It's your adoptive little sister, Mathilda. She does this every morning and every single time she manages to startle you.

"Hey, little sis." You greet her with a smile, patting her head and looking down at her big, sparkly, steely eyes. She follows your gaze with a wide smile before quickly pressing her face against your bare chest.

Mom passed away giving birth to you, the years that followed that event were pretty somber with only you and your depressed father living in the house. That's it until your father found little Mathilda in the town's orphanage and decided to adopt her. Mathilda's sweet, cheerful attitude brought you both the happiness you were lacking.

You two practically grew together, your adoptive sis being only two years younger than you... Your father died last year due to an accident with some wolves on a hunting trip, and since then you had to be the man of the house. If your sister was clingy before, now she utterly loves you, like you were her actual father.

You gently comb her hair with your hand as she sighs contently against you, today's hug was being a bit longer than usual... And you just noticed you are only wearing your underwear as she clings to your body. "We can't spend all day hugging, Mattie." You chuckle, patting her head a few more times before retreating your hand.

Mathilda firmly keeps the tight hug for a few more seconds before reluctantly letting go. "Right, right, you are a busy man now! Don't have any more time for your little sis." She fakes a pout and takes a few steps back, her cute signature smile reappearing after a few seconds.

Mathilda proudly stands 5 feet tall, with soft, light brown hair styled in a long bob with lengthy bangs covering her forehead (A bit tousled up by your patting, though she doesn't seem to actually mind.) and steely colored eyes. Now that she stopped hugging you, you can see that she is wearing her favorite dress, a dress she started using more and more after you told her she looked cute in it. Dark-grey, a color that contrasts with her pale white skin, short-sleeved, stopping just over her knees and revealing a very modest cleavage.

"I will always have time for you, but I need to go to work." You smirk, bopping her nose and earning a giggle out of her.

"Alright, alright, you win." She says, pointing one of her slender fingers at you. "But you better come back for dinner, I'll be cooking stew tonight~!"

...Gods, just thinking about Mathilda's stew makes your mouth water and your stomach rumble...