Incest Seduction/Ignore Kimberly and go watch television
You smile a confused smile at your little sister. Walking past her you pat her head lightly, not entirely sure what she's going on about.
"Thanks," you mutter, before leaving Kim standing awkwardly by herself in the laundry room.
You make your way to the couch and sit down, stretching your arms out to make yourself more comfortable. You haven't even managed to decide on a channel before Kimberly suddenly plants herself next to you.
"Oh, hey," you reply, surprised.
Kim leans toward you and pulls her legs up underneath her on the couch cushion. She's frowning and nuzzles herself into you, resting her head across your chest and shoulder and slipping her arms around your midsection. She has always been a bit touchy-feely, but you can't remember her cuddling quite like this before. Still, you reciprocate and drop your one arm behind her, grabbing her bare leg with your hand and pulling her closer.
You flick through channels aimlessly. You want to say there's nothing on, but in reality your sister is distracting you from finding anything. She keeps rubbing her head against you and periodically running her hands across your torso. Her touch is warm and inviting, and yet too familial for you to admit to anything else.
"It's been so boring here since you left."
Kim lifts her head from your chest. You look down at her, your faces inches apart.
"It seems like Dawn is never home. Mom and dad are no fun. I... I really miss you, Z."
Kim is almost getting teary eyed. After placing a loving peck on her forehead, you repeatedly rub your hand up and down her lower leg trying to comfort her.
"It's alright sis. I'll always be here for you."
She smiles at you all doe-eyed, hugging you even tighter. She writhes her bare legs out from under her and stretches them down the length of the couch, rotating her body just enough so that she can mostly sit on her butt. You try to turn your attention back to the TV but your mind is still distracted. It takes you far too long to realize just how distracted you are. The previous placement of your hand on your sister's shin was fine, but your fingers have been rubbing on autopilot for upwards of a minute now. Of course you are no longer rubbing her shin; you are rubbing her inner thigh. The tiny yoga shorts she is wearing exposes every square inch of her legs and your fingers are idly exploring an area dangerously close to those shorts. Meanwhile Kim is blissfully rubbing back, a lone finger of hers tracing a circle against your stomach.