The Story of How Producing My Timid Older Sister Developed My Sexual Preferences - Chapter 010: The Truth of the Sister Revealed

Chapter 010: The Truth of the Sister Revealed

Mom had gone to take a shower, leaving just me and my sister alone.

She looked extremely down. I couldn’t tell if it was the beauty salon she dreaded or the idea of wearing makeup.

“You saw how happy Mom was when she saw you in the T-shirt, right? It’s cooler too, isn’t it?”

“…Yeah.”

As usual, her mood was low — even lower than normal.

“What exactly do you hate? The beauty salon? Makeup? Shopping?”

“…The beauty salon and makeup.”

Shopping was okay, apparently. Well, of course — anyone would be happy if they could get anything they wanted for free.

“Why do you hate the beauty salon? Are you embarrassed?”

“…It’s not that.”

“Then why? It’s hot, right? It’d feel much better to have it neat… Why have you kept the same hairstyle for so long?”

“Because… Teru-kun…”

“Huh? Me?”

“…Because Teru-kun said you liked it.”

“Eh? Liked what?”

“…This hair.”

I almost said “Huh?” out loud. I had zero memory of ever saying that. My memories are missing everything before third grade of elementary school. I doubt I said something from that far back.

“What exactly did I say?”

“…That it looked like cotton candy and you loved it.”

Ah, so it really was from that long ago. The sheer painfulness of it made me put my hand on my forehead and cover my eyes.

This person had taken a casual comment from a kid who wasn’t even ten years old, carried it through her sensitive middle school years when she cared so much about others’ opinions, and stubbornly kept the exact same hairstyle as her life policy… No way… For multiple reasons, I felt like crying.

For now, let’s set that story aside.

My sister had turned bright red — it must have been an incredibly difficult confession for her. I had no idea what the right response was. Depending on what I said, it could end in total disaster. It was way too heavy.

“Umm… Oh, why don’t you wear makeup?”

“…Because I’m ugly.”

“You’re not ugly. And even if you were, that’s exactly why you should wear makeup.”

“…No matter what I do, I’m ugly.”

“You’re not ugly.”

“I am ugly…”

Here we go again. She might be the most stubborn and troublesome woman in the world.

“Haa… Your eyes are beautiful though. What’s wrong with them?”

“…Teru-kun said it.”

Again me? What now? I have a bad feeling.

“W-what did I say?”

“That when I smile, my eyes get really narrow…”

Of course I don’t remember saying it, but I probably did. It was definitely an insensitive thing to say, but I was a little kid! There was zero malice!

“No no no no, how old was I when I said that!? And it wasn’t in a bad way! It’s like… you know… Clint Eastwood! You have cool, beautiful eyes, right?”

“!? …That’s not a compliment.”

Wait, did I mess up? I thought I was praising her a lot. Sexy droopy eyes and all.

“I am complimenting you!! Seriously! When you smile! I thought your eyes looked like his when you smile! Normally they’re a bit bigger vertically, right? Oh, and your nose is high and pretty too!”

“When we went to grandma’s house… Teru-kun said… it looks like the nose on the pot lady…”

“I didn’t say that!!!! Even if I did, I was a little kid!!! That one absolutely didn’t happen!”

That one really didn’t… Past me, you little shit. It must have been Mom’s genes acting up. What a terrible kid I was! Absolutely worthless! Now my sister is on the verge of tears. Poor thing.

“…You did say it.”

“…Is there more? I don’t really want to hear it, but… did I say anything about your mouth?”

“…When I smile, my mouth looks like the slit-mouthed woman—”

“Enough!!!! Let me organize this first, wait!”

What do I do? This is getting really bad. It’s no longer a laughing matter.

Eh…? All because of something I said as a little kid? Is that even possible? But if that’s true, doesn’t that mean it’s my fault she became like this? No way…

My lack of delicacy is on a terrifying level. Maybe I shouldn’t leave the house anymore. Are my words really like sharp knives—

——That’s right. Shiori once told me that one of my honest, straightforward words changed her.

If my casual comment from long ago is the reason my sister has stubbornly kept this hairstyle… If my insensitive words have kept her from having confidence all this time…

Then the solution is simple. It’s embarrassing, but I just need to overwrite it.

I want to change my sister. I want her to gain confidence and smile like she did earlier, all the time.

I reached out to her downturned face, gently grabbed her cheeks, and turned her toward me. Then I took off her unfashionable glasses.

To my flustered sister, I told her my honest, unfiltered feelings.

“Your face is seriously so beautiful.”

“〜〜〜〜〜！？”

Her face turned so red it looked like steam would come out. She tried to shake off my hand and run away, but I couldn’t let her escape now.

I grabbed her arm and cornered her against the edge of the sofa. I held her face firmly with both hands so she couldn’t run and pinned her against the back of the sofa.

“I really like your nose. It’s big, but it’s high and straight and really pretty. I think I might have a nose fetish. It makes me want to eat it.”

“Uuu~ Stop it~ Let me go~”

I could feel how burning hot her cheeks were through my hands.

I trapped her escaping body with my legs.

“No. Listen properly.”

“…Uuu~”

Realizing she couldn’t escape, her body went limp. But her eyes stayed tightly shut.

“I like this mouth too. Your plump lips are sexy, and the corners turn down giving you a languid feel, but when you smile they lift up and show your back teeth — I love that gap. It’s cute.”

“Uuu~ Stop it already~ You’re definitely lying~”

She had gone past red into a dark crimson, like a boiled octopus. Tears were pooling at the corners of her tightly closed eyes.

“I’m not lying. Look at me.”

“Nooo~”

“Look at my face. You’ll know I’m not lying.”

She slowly opened her eyes. My own face, which was probably just as red as hers, was reflected in her hazel eyes.

“I’m bright red too, see? I’m embarrassed saying all this too.”

“……”

My sister stared silently at my face. Her gaze moved busily across every part of it. She probably hadn’t looked at me properly like this in a long time.

Thanks to that, I could also gaze closely at her beautiful eyes.

“This is the first time I’ve seen them this close, but they really are incredibly pretty. I feel like I could get sucked in. It’s a waste to hide them behind glasses.”

“M-more… please stop…”

“I won’t stop. I like your eyes too, not just the pupils. When you smile they narrow gently and look kind, but normally they look cool — long, droopy eyes. I’ve never met anyone with eyes like yours. They’re special eyes that only you have.”

“…No more…”

“I also like these freckles under your eyes. They stand out beautifully on your soft, pure white skin. The gap between that and your lively girl energy is great.”

“〜〜〜〜〜〜〜！”

A high-pitched soundless scream. Steam was practically whistling out of her head.

“Do you understand? I’ll keep going until you do.”

“I-I understand…”

“Good. I want to look at your face more. So while your fluffy hair is unique and nice, if we style it so your face shows better… I think you’ll become even more beautiful.”

“Uuu… Okay…”

“Also, you’re plenty pretty even without makeup, but I want to see you with it on too. You’ll definitely become so beautiful that everyone turns to look.”

“Uuu… I won’t…”

“You absolutely will. So let’s try lots of things, okay?”

“…Yes.”

Alright, I got her promise.

Any more and her heart probably wouldn’t survive. She looked both pitiful and adorable.

While I was feeling a thrill at the sight, that creamy scent rose again from her overheated body.

…Maybe now I can get permission to smell it. I want to.

“Also… I like your scent too…”

She twitched.

“H-how much longer…?”

“…Can I hug you at the end?”

“……”

After a short pause, I heard the sound of her swallowing hard. We both did at the same time.

She gave a small nod.

I released her face, wrapped my arms around her back, and pulled her into a hug.

Our cheeks brushed, and her proud fluffy hair stroked my face.

The soft sensation of her large breasts pressing against my chest.

A dizzying scent.

The feeling that our heat was circulating and some invisible thing was connecting us.

Every time I felt her pulse, waves of happiness spread through my whole body.

So this is how incomplete being alone feels. I felt so fulfilled that the thought crossed my mind———

BAM!!!

The loud, tactless sound of the bathroom door slamming shut. The sudden noise from outside forcibly cut our connection, and we jumped away from each other.

My sister rushed out of the living room at top speed, legs tangled. I didn’t even get to see what kind of face she was making.

In her place, the tactless intruder entered.

“…What was that just now?”

“I praised her like crazy so she’d gain some confidence.”

“Nice!”