The Story of How Producing My Timid Older Sister Developed My Sexual Preferences - Chapter 008: Making It Clear No Matter What

Chapter 008: Making It Clear No Matter What

After getting out of the bath, I took some sparkling water from the fridge when my sister peeked out from the living room.

“W-wait…”

She took a bottle from the vegetable drawer with lemon slices soaking in it, poured some thick syrup and three lemon slices into a glass, then topped it with sparkling water.

“…Here you go.”

“Lemonade! Awesome.”

It wasn’t too sweet or too sour — perfectly balanced. The fizzy liquid tickled my throat and flowed into my heated body.

…This is happiness.

“This is seriously delicious. You’re amazing for being able to make something like this.”

“…I like doing it.”

Praised so suddenly, her cheeks turned a faint pink and she looked bashful.

“You probably make your own pickles too, don’t you?”

“I-I do make pickles…”

“…For real?”

“Y-yeah.”

“That’s insane. I always thought they were store-bought. But seriously, if your hobby goes this far, it’s on another level.”

“…B-because I like it!”

“O-okay.”

I only gave her a little praise, but she got extremely shy. Still, my sister who always makes such delicious food for me… I started wanting to do something for her in return.

“Oh, right. Wait here a sec.”

“…?”

Leaving my puzzled sister behind, I went to my room. I opened the storage shelf in my closet, which was packed with over 30 T-shirts. Movie Ts and band Ts I bought randomly at second-hand shops, promotional Ts I got from part-time jobs and events. I had only worn most of them a few times as loungewear.

I picked out three — white, gray, and light blue — making sure the colors didn’t overlap, and returned to the living room.

“Here, I’ll give you these.”

“〜〜〜！？”

My sister’s eyes widened in shock.

“It’s thanks for everything, and like I said earlier… I want you to wear comfortable clothes at home. Also… you really don’t have to worry about your body shape.”

She hugged the T-shirts to her chest and looked down. I couldn’t see her expression, but her slender neck was dyed red.

“I-I’m happy… But… my body is—— weird, so…”

Haa… She’s still saying that? This negative monster. Maybe I should just be direct and make it crystal clear.

“Look… To be honest, a body like yours is what guys like the most! I won’t say all guys, but like 80% of them! Saying your body is weird is actually rude to women everywhere!!”

“〜〜〜っ！？ W-what are you——”

She looked up at me with a bright red face, genuinely shocked and trying to understand what I meant. I cut her off and kept going.

“I’m serious! I don’t know what you think is normal or ideal, but generally speaking, that’s how it is! A big ass is the best!! The bigger the better!!!”

“〜〜〜〜！？！？！？”

Wait, my mouth really won’t stop. The words are flowing out smoothly.

“But just being big isn’t enough!! It needs a waist!! Without that it’s just a pig!!! But you’re different!! You have an insanely tight, thin waist!!!”

“っ〜〜〜〜！？！？！？！？”

“And those thighs!!! Those thick, juicy thighs!!! An ass starts from the waist and goes all the way to the thighs!!! …That’s what it is!!”

“！？！？！？！？！？！？！？！！？”

“Even down to those slender ankles!!! That whole area is the ass… Haa… haa… haa… What the hell was I talking about?”

“！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！？”

“And huge breasts are one of the ultimate things guys love!! Stop acting all innocent!!! It’s been obvious for hundreds of years!!”

Every time I spoke, she shrank smaller and smaller. Now she was crouched on the floor in a ball, still clutching the T-shirts. But it wasn’t enough! I’m going to slay this negative monster right here.

I opened Instagram, switched to my private account, and pulled up the blonde beauty I followed yesterday. She was an Instagram model with an insanely exaggerated figure that almost looked like CG.

I shoved the phone right in front of her face.

“Look at this! She has a ridiculously erotic body, right!? She has 3 million followers! 3 million people are obsessed with this body! Do you get it!? So you have nothing to be ashamed of with your stupidly erotic, super lewd body!!!”

The room fell completely silent except for my heavy breathing.

I said it. Honestly, I barely remember half of what I just said, but I knew I had completely run my mouth. She can be grossed out if she wants.

But damn, this feeling of omnipotence feels good.

“…Do you like that kind too?”

“Huh…?”

My sister was sitting in a triangle position on the floor, head down.

“Te… ru… kun… Do you… like that kind too?”

Thump——

Hearing my name called that way after so long made my mind waver for a second.

“Eh… Ah, yeah, of course I do.”

“…Do you always look at pictures like that?”

“…Huh? What? Anyway, to summarize — you should wear cooler clothes at home during summer, so I’m giving you these. They’re used, so if you don’t want them it’s fine.”

“…I want them.” nod nod

“Good, I’m glad you understand. It’d be stupid to wear hot stuff right after taking a bath and sweating.”

“! …Don’t call it stupidly erotic…”

“I didn’t!”

“You did earlier…”

“Did I? Sorry…”

“And… don’t say I smell sweaty…”

“I definitely didn’t say that!”

“You sniffed me… and you just talked about sweat again…”

“That’s… because it didn’t smell bad at all… It actually smelled really good… Good night!”

This is the most embarrassing thing I’ve said all day. What the hell am I doing?

I tried to escape as if I wanted to crawl into a hole, but my sister grabbed the hem of my pants.

“…Thank you. I’ll treasure them.”

Thump——

“Yeah, I’m glad.”

How long has it been since I saw her make such a happy face? I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, searching my memories, but couldn’t find anything.

I picked up my phone and opened the photos I took earlier. The usual expressionless, unreadable face appeared.

I swiped through the burst shots. The last photo showed a slightly dumbstruck, surprised face. I zoomed in on it.

A very strange feeling. Even though I see her every day, when I consciously focus on each part of her face, I can’t recognize her as my sister at all. She looks like a complete stranger… Have I been living with a blank face this whole time?

What caught my attention most was the color of her eyes. Hazel, maybe? Depending on the photo, they looked bluish or grayish. Mysterious eyes that seemed to pull you in.

“Eh… what the hell is this?”

I couldn’t help muttering to myself from the shock.

Her eyes were half-hidden by sharply drooping eyelids, not showing the full iris. They were long, narrow, and dark with cute, plump under-eye bags and deep double eyelids. Even though they were narrow, they didn’t look unattractive at all — if anything, they looked seductive.

I had thought her big nose and defined cheekbones made her look a bit half-Japanese, but now I’m starting to wonder if she actually is.

“Eh… are we even blood-related?”

A dry laugh escaped me.

I don’t look like her, and I don’t look like Mom either. I can barely remember Dad’s face, but I don’t think I look like him either.

No, her hair texture was weird to begin with. It looks like a 70s rock star.

———A complete 180 from the warm time I just spent with my sister. Dark clouds gathered in my heart.

I have a really bad feeling. An incredibly bad feeling. Cold sweat broke out.

I desperately searched for any similarities.

High, well-balanced nose. Drooping mouth corners but plump, heart-shaped lips. No matter which part I looked at, we didn’t resemble each other at all.

The possibility that we might not be real siblings made my heart pound violently. My body felt heavy and numb, like I was having hypoglycemia.

It hurts. It hurts. I don’t even know why it hurts so much. An overwhelming despair I had never felt before crashed over me. The back of my nose stung and tears came out.

It hurts. Do tears hurt this much when they fall? It hurts. So painful.

Just how important has my sister been to me that she can shake my heart this badly?

Anxiety. Distrust. Despair. Loneliness. Crushed by nameless emotions, I lost consciousness.