My Brother's Girlfriend [LingOrm]

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Orm's pov

I woke up to the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains, a strange sensation tugging at my consciousness. There was an odd pressure on my chest, a gentle but persistent grasp that made me frown in confusion. As the haze of sleep lifted, I glanced down to see Ling nestled against me, her head comfortably resting on my chest. My heart softened at the sight, her serene expression a stark contrast to the intensity of the night before. But then I noticed her hand—a hand that was currently cupping my breast, fingers reflexively squeezing even in sleep.

What kind of perverted position is this?

Ling's pov

I was lost in a dream, a strange one at that. In the dream, I was holding a stress ball, soft and yielding under my touch. I squeezed it absentmindedly, the sensation oddly satisfying. The texture was perfect, comforting even, and I couldn't resist the urge to keep pressing it, enjoying the way it gave under the pressure of my fingers. But suddenly, I jolted awake, a hand on my back shaking me gently.

"Ling, stop, it hurts," Orm's voice broke through the remnants of my dream, her nails lightly grazing my back as she tried to wake me.

Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I glanced down, still half in my dream. My hand was wrapped around her boob, and I was literally sleeping on the other, using it as a pillow while I continued to squeeze the one in my hand.

No way.

I had to make sure I wasn't still dreaming. So, I squeezed it again.

"Ling!"

"Sorry," I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep. "I thought it was a stress ball."

Orm's lips curved into a half-smile, though she was clearly trying to maintain a serious expression. "Are you stressed? Because you've been squishing it for a long time."

"Actually, no," I admitted, sheepishly. "But it's so soft that I couldn't help myself." As if to prove my point, I gave it another squeeze, unable to resist the temptation.

Orm sighed, though there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Okay, I'm getting up. I need to get dressed for work," she said, trying to push me off gently.

"No!" I protested, wrapping my arms around her to pull her back into bed.

"I can't, Ling. I have a meeting," she said with a soft laugh, as if she found my reluctance endearing.

"Cancel it," I whined, burying my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin.

"It's with my dad," she reminded me, her tone gentle but firm.

"Hm," I grumbled, turning away from her with a pout.

Orm chuckled softly, leaning over to press a kiss to my temple. "Come on, don't be like that. I'll be back for lunch, and I promise I'll give you a million kisses," she whispered, her voice like velvet, soothing and warm.

I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips as I turned back to her, excitement flickering in my chest. "Can I use the stress ball when you're back?" I asked, my tone playful, but with a hint of genuine anticipation.

Orm laughed, a rich sound that filled the room with warmth. "You can, but don't go too hard on it. I'm already sore from last night."

"Okay, babe," I agreed, a mischievous glint in my eye.

As I watched her slip out of bed, heading to the bathroom to shower, I couldn't help but admire her. She moved with a grace that was effortless, every step measured and sure. When she returned, dressed for work, her scent lingered in the air, a mix of her natural fragrance and the subtle perfume she wore.