Before I Knew It, Things Had Gone Too Far While I Was Playing Around With My Big Sister - Chapter 2: They’re Just Good Sisters

Chapter 2: They’re Just Good Sisters

“Miha, let’s take a bath.”

“Uh, I think I’ll bathe alone today.”

When I said that deliberately, my big sister hugged me from behind.

“Miha? Let’s bathe together.”

She said that in my ear, leaving no room for argument.

“N-No… I mean, I’m already in my third year of middle school, so I think I should start being more independent from you.”

“Hehe, you made me like this, Miha, so I won’t let you just pull away.”

She said I made her like this… I can’t argue with that. It’s true. Even though I didn’t know better, I did a lot of embarrassing things to her.

“Come on, you can wash me like you did back then, you know?”

“I won’t do that!”

“Well, fine. But I’ll make sure you take responsibility.”

“…I’m sorry to you, but I plan to end up with a guy normally.”

When I said that, my big sister gave a meaningful smile and led me to the bathroom.

No matter how much I resist, she always drags me there with sheer strength in the end.

“Come on, I’ll help you undress.”

“Wait, I can undress myself!”

“Then, will you undress me?”

“No way I’d do that!”

“Aw, but you always took off my pants when we went to bed.”

“Wha—”

She noticed!? I only did that when she was asleep, though.

“You thought I didn’t notice?”

“W-Well… A-Anyway! I apologize for the past, but I’ll undress myself!”

“Fine, whatever.”

Saying that, my big sister started undressing.

I followed and started undressing too.

“I’ll wash your hair.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll wash your body too.”

“That’s a no.”

Her washing my hair is fine. It’s always been like that. Well, if I say that, she used to wash my body too back then, but I don’t want her to wash me like I did to her back then. …It’s my fault, but I didn’t know better then, and doing it knowingly versus unknowingly is completely different. …If anything, since she knows more than I did back then, her touch feels way more inappropriate when she washes me. I still regret giving her permission back then.

“There, all done.”

“Okay. Now I’ll wash my body.”

Saying that, I took the chair from her.

I washed my body with body soap, rinsed off in the bathwater, and soaked in the tub.

“Big sister, let’s split some ice cream after we get out.”

“Hehe, of course, sounds good.”

We sisters get along well.

I don’t feel anything more than sisterly love for her.

So, when I feel my heart race as we get closer day by day, I think it’s probably just my imagination.