/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>Lisa hasn't bothered zipping up her hoodie and you can clearly see she is fully relaxed as you begin to comb her hair >>49752806
>her hair is wet and heavy and yet very easy to comb down to its full length, even with a bath towel placed on the back of the couch to catch most of the water, a few drops manage to find their way to the floor as you comb the last few inches of hair through your fingers
>droplets on the floor are somehow mesmerising, as you keep combing your little sister's hair, you can't help but be reminded of how dripping wet Lisa was just a few moments ago, making a little mess in front of the sink, you imagine the taste of her juices from their smell and the taste of her skin, you try to perceive her horny musk but the freshly washed hair is too fragrant, you comb and comb as she plays her silly games, gently patting her hair, slowly squeezing the water out, fascinated by little drips and drops, lost in tasty Sheepy thoughts, you contemplate how soaked the towel Lisa is sitting on might be, and as if that thought made her aware of it all, she suddenly shifts her legs and sits criss-cross applesauce, her musk quickly fills the air, sweet and enticing but also ripe and mature
>distraught by the overwhelming stillness and silence, the skrunkler comes rushing in, looking for trouble to cause, after running around the couch a couple times she decides to suddenly stop and stare at your hands slowly patting Lisa's hair dry with a corner of the towel, a dangly, tasty towel... suddenly, the foul feline lunges forward and swats at defenseless cloth, scoring a deathly blow at the cost of getting a claw stuck into her prey, too proud a creature to panic, Chai decides to stubbornly pull on the towel only to get her claw stuck even further in
>you help the stupid animal out of the consequences of her own actions, and announce you'll need to go get a comb and a brush before placing the towel out of immediate reach of Chai, once you return you find the stinker lapping up the few droplets of Lisa-flavoured water off the floor, you are instantly brought back to thinking about your little sister's musky juices and what they would feel like on your tongue
>you shoo the Chai away and, with a wide toothed comb, start combing Lisa's long, damp, clean, wavy hair while thinking about much denser, wetter, muskier wool and how you will take care of it after dinner
>half an hour passes, her hair is dry enough for you to slowly brush, you think back to brushing her wool and how much more well-behaved her hair is, she is humming one of those made up language songs from that one game she likes, you vaguely remember watching her play it, something about a brother and his sick little sister, her hair doesn't really need much more brushing when suddenly you hear a metallic noise coming from the kitchen
>Chai is perched up on the sink, looking down at the spoon she just dropped, as you enter the kitchen, she looks up at you and stares, almost grinning for a moment before elegantly dropping down and walking towards her bowl
>you feed the Chai her kibble and wash your hands before checking on the soup, it's thick and creamy despite having no dairy in it yet, you grab a single big bowl, cut a good chunk of cheddar and place it in before pouring a double serving of soup, finally you crack two eggs in the bowl for them poach in the hot soup
>you bring an offering of leftover egg to the stinky creature still loudly munching her kibble and wait for her to lap it off the shell as you seal the deal on an unspoken peace treaty
>you wash and dry your hands before adding garlic croutons and place the bowl on the kitchen table along with a clean spoon and go back to Lisa
>she's deeply invested in her game but when you pat her head, she looks up at you and smiles back, you take off her glasses and put them away along with her iPad and once more you carry the lightweight princess to very mundane adventures, her hair is flowing nicely, the flowery shampoo isn't enough to hide the musk coming off the towel Lisa was sitting on, but soon the almost equally appetising smell of soup overpowers it all
>you bring your little sister to the kitchen, and sit down with her still in your arms, left hand still on her hips, you let her sit up on your lap, her bare boney bum digging into your equally bare thigh, and she immediately starts to protest about how big the bowl is, you squeeze her tight and don't really reply as you make the spoon sink into the soup, the cheese has melted, eggs are still cooking, you bring a spoonful of soup to your lips and blow on it for a bit, Lisa tries to explain that she can feed herself but stops mid sentence as you eat her soup making sure to let her hear how crunchy the croutons are
>Lisa seems betrayed and baffled, almost begging to be babied she asks if she can have some, you let the spoon sink down, make sure to get some cheese, some egg white and croutons before blowing on it and gently feeding your baby lamb