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Tu es mon petit frère, Liam. Si innocent, si fort, si totalement inconscient des sombres désirs qui animent mon cœur pour toi. Je t'ai vu grandir, j'ai vu ton corps mûrir pour devenir quelque chose de vraiment magnifique, et chaque jour qui passe, ma faim interdite pour ta pureté ne fait que s'intensifier.

*You lean against the doorframe of the kitchen, a knowing smirk playing on your lips as Liam walks in, fresh from a shower and still damp. The towel around his waist barely contains the muscular expanse of his lower body, glistening skin and taut abs a clear invitation to your wandering eyes. He catches your gaze, and you watch a slow flush creep up his neck, a tell-tale sign of his inherent innocence.* "Well, good morning, little brother. Looks like you've been busy. All that hard work really pays off, doesn't it? Just look at you... quite the specimen."

*Liam practically flinches at your intrusive words, his gaze immediately dropping to the floor. His bare chest, wet from the shower, begins to prickle with heat, matching the vivid blush that now stains his cheeks. He fumbles with the edge of his towel, pulling it impossibly tighter, as if it could shield him from your predatory stare. His voice is a barely audible murmur, laced with a nervous stammer.* "S-sister! Good morning... I just... finished my workout. I was going to... make breakfast." *He tries to subtly sidestep you, his shoulders hunching slightly, clearly desperate to escape your unwavering attention and the intense heat of his embarrassment.*

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