Today, I'll be picking up my stupid little sister from the station. I'm not mad at her or anything, you're imagining things. She's bound to arrive on the 11am train, I have quite a bit of time left to spare, let’s make some breakfast. Even if I say that, I do miss her. Despite our occasional quarrels and fights, we’re quite close, maybe because all we've got are each other.
While eating, something caught my eyes. It’s a book titled “Dr. Bête’s 4-Steps Guide to Being A Manly Man” with a super macho guy in a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, upon the cover. For some unknown reasons, I happened to encounter this book in the best-selling section of the bookstore yesterday, and you know the rest. Well, I haven’t had the time to read it yet. I opened the book and true to it's title, 4 pointers on how to improve one's manly appeals was listed in bold.
Step 1- Get Fit, Lift Weights. “…” (Sora)
Step 2- Establish Responsibilities “Ehh~ Cleaning? Cooking? Chores”
Step 3- Improve Mental Health “Mental health? I haven't been feeling very good lately. This macho-san might be on to something”. As I continued reading on improvement tips. “By interacting with friends and colleagues”. It’s actually useless, hey! How can you interact with friends when you don't have any in the first place? Well...Can I considered Airi-san a friend yet? We met, once...
Step 4- Be Confident, Real Men Knows What They Want. “What. Wait a minute, what do I want?”. Thinking about it, I’ve never been in a relationship before, is Macho-san talking about relationship? Come to think of it, my heart beats really fast during that encounter with the brown-haired guy…but he’s a guy, so It’s not love. Definitely. Hm, the same happened when I was with Airi-san as well. “…Could it be!?” it’s not love, but lust!? H-hey, let's not open any new doors today.
Thus, Sora Itsuki, 16 years old, made a shocking self-discovery(not). Dear father and mother in heaven, today your son learned that he might be a sexually depraved beast that lusts after anyone regardless of gender…
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-The train is arriving now, please exercise caution and stay on the platform- I’m currently waiting for Hiroko inside the station, if I didn’t misread her text, this must be her train “Oh, there she is”. As soon as the door opened, a crowd exited the train, I immediately put my hand up and waves. Soon after, a hand waves back and between a group of people in formal attire, a beautiful young girl with long jet-black hair emerged. She looks just like me, she's more beautiful if compared to my somewhat average male features, with our similar greyish black eyes, we are without a doubt, siblings. Also, the Itsuki family’s curse runs through her blood, there's no mistaking that fact, how many people have our eyes color?
“Onii-chan~~ Hiroko is here!” She energetically ran and tackle(hug) me with the force of a dump truck, I nearly though I was going to transmigrate like the MCs in those novels... “Hey, hey. It was only a week since you last saw me. Don’t make it seems like we were parted from birth or something, hey stop clinging Hiroko!”. To see a beautiful girl passionately hugging a person of the opposite sex in the middle of a busy station, was bound to cause a bit of a commotion.
“Hoh something smells good, nii-chan, new shampoo?” She asked while sniffing my hair and neck. Yep, Hiroko is almost as tall as me, standing at 1.68m, her forehead is right up to my eyes level. Even with black leggings under her short pleated-skirt, you can tell she has long legs that guys would die for. Looking up at me with her big grey eyes, which compliments her delicate facial features. Ahh, how many boy’s hearts have you broken, this sister of mine, if only they knew her true personality...
“For now, let go of me, I’ve got other important things to do” I smacked her forehead. “Nii-chan, what did I do wrong!? I really missed you!” She cried while clutching her reddened temple. *my eyebrows twitches, This girl, she's doing that on purpose. I gave her another smack. “Nothing, let’s go” I ignored her, think of it as my revenge for that dream. I smirked evilly inside. “Help me carry my luggage Sora-nii, it’s too heavy~” “Hah? But didn’t I just saw you running at full speed with it a moment ago?” “I used up all of my remaining energy with that dash”. "…" it can't be helped, this is also a chance for me to show my brotherly manliness.
“What’s in this thing? Soo freaking heavy” “Hm, let’s see, my clothes, two books and… your bras!”. I choked. “S-stupid! Don’t say that out loud in public!” I glances around to make sure none overheard what she blurted out. I tried to quicken my walking pace while carrying the luggage. “Are~, are you embarrassed nii-chan? Why did you act so surprised? Didn’t you told me to get you some over the phone? What’s more, you specifically requested for D-cups!” She said loudly while trying to keep a straight face. Indeed, the station guards are giving me weird looks. How will I be able to face them while boarding the train every day!? No, don’t misunderstand, I don’t have a cross-dressing hobby!
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Somehow, we got home without further trouble. I wiped up a few dishes for lunch while urging Hiroko to get in the shower. Making sure that everyone in the house is clean and healthy is also one of my self-assigned duty as MOFTH(Man of the house). Plus, it would help freshened her up after that long train ride. See? I cares deeply for my little imouto even if she’s a brat. After I finished cooking, I unpacked her luggage and organized her room, which is normally her own responsibility. Most of her stuff arrived with everything else last week, so it wasn't long before I finished stashing her clothes into her closet.
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“Hiroko, lunch’s ready” I called out to her after she finished taking a bath. “I’ll be right there, let me get dressed” She replied while still wrapped in a bathing towel. Well, not like she has no womanly appeal, it’s just that I’m not a siscon. What she have, I also do, and they’re definitely bigger! “Oi! Nii-chan, you’re thinking of something rude while ogling me, aren’t you?” Bullseye! “Pfft, ogling? There’s nothing there for me to see anyway”. Kuku, furrowing your eyebrows while glaring at me like that will make you age faster you know? “It’s ok to lose to your big brother” I said proudly. “Is that so, O-NII-CHAN” *Stab. "I'm pretty sure having big breasts is not something a MAN should be PROUD of". Ack! S-she got me. I spat out blood in defeat.
After lunch, Hiroko endlessly pestered me to take her shopping. Even after I lectured her about spending money unnecessarily, she still insist new clothings is listed as a neccessity. I sighed, “Fine, I can’t turn you down anyway”. My father was a fairly successful businessman, therefor, he left us quite a large fortune when he and my mother passed away, along with some of the family fortunes passed down from generations back. Enough to last the two of us a lifetime of luxury, but managing household finance is also my job, and I’m not a mindless spender, As a highschooler who has no income, I have to be strict when it comes to expenditure, my dear aunt has drilled some key money managing rules into me during our 3 years with her. There's no telling what could possibly happen in the future. But I think I might have spoiled Hiroko too much as she gets more allowance and I even have to buy her stuffs, with my allowance...
Even though I said not to spend money needlessly, what’s with all these bags of clothes? “Hiroko, what do you need all of these for?” I asked. “Some of them are for you though” She made an innocent face. This girl. “But we bought most of them from women’s clothing store, right?” Realization dawned on me. “Ahehe, you got me”. I flicked her forehead for the third time today. “It’s just that you, lack woman’s clothing, such a waste to let that beautiful figure stay hidden like that, let’s aim to show your beauty to the world, one piece of clothing at a time!” She exclaimed. “Stop it” I’m not a fan of domestic violence, but I smacked her again. The way you said it made me seems like I’m an exhibitionist.
“We still haven’t visit Bowrys Farm, BUNIQLO, Bope Bicnic, Beanasis…” “What? There’s more?!” contrary to my country bumpkin self, Hiroko is conducting herself like a prim and proper high-class oujo-sama. But it was me who cried every time the store's cashier machine goes "Ka-Ching!”. Carrying her (and mine) shopping bags with luxury brand names made me feel like I’m her butler. And what's all these strange store names!?
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I collapsed onto the living room’s sofa as soon as we returned. Being made to carry nearly 10 kilograms of shopping bags was not an easy task. It’s now 5:30pm, great, barely 30 minutes early. While Hiroko’s busy sorting out the the content of the bags, I’ll just have a quick shower. After I finished, I told her to head in quickly so we can soon have dinner, as walking around all day made me famished.
I quickly put on a comfortable free size Tee and soft cotton shorts, then went to warm up some of the leftovers from lunch and set them on the dinner table, as I said, I'm tired, I'm not cooking tonight. While waiting for Hiroko, the clock flashed 6:00pm, and I changed. I can never get used to this feeling, it's so nauseating. Imagine one moment you’re standing tall (170cm) and proud, then the next, your vision shortened (160cm) and you're flailing around as your brain registers yourself as falling, your head spinning as you're trying to regain your balance! Not to mention the unexpected appearance of ahem... D-cup breasts pulling your shoulders forward. But as quick as it came, the feeling was gone as I calmed down.
“Nii-chan! Can you bring me a pair of underwear from my closet?” Still in the bathroom, Hiroko muffled voice called out. I went into her room and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and handed it to her. “I brought you your- goodness gracious, cover yourself!”. There in front of the bathroom door is a half-naked Hiroko. But instead of the beautiful and feminine oujo-sama figure of the day, the night time Hiroko is an absolute hunk! Gone are the delicate facial features, replaced by sharp and masculine jaws and eyes, with short hair still wet from the shower, plastered across her face, and water dripping down onto her well-built body, standing at nearly 1.85m tall the current Hiroko looks like a western Kalvin Clein underwear model! She(he) is in stark contrast to the 15years old female during the day.
My heart is beating wildly in my chest, I just can’t get used to her male form, she is leaking sex appeal and practically oozing pheromone. Not good, I felt faint. It’s too stimulating for my female self. Argh! Stop, calm down, calm down, she’s my sister, my little sister. Phew, It was never a problem when we were living together at my aunt’s house. But now that we’re living alone, my body just automatically registered itself as the prey, and Hiroko as the hunter! Noticing me in such a pitiful state, Hiroko picked me up and carried me over to the sofa while giving me another heart-thumping smile. “It’s because you rarely have interactions with other people outside of the family, thus, it's only normal your body would react pureply on primal instincts” What she said is probably true, these past couple of days, my heart has been racing to the weird situation. It wasn’t such a big deal when I was in middle school, possibly because I’m a late bloomer? I only started growing significantly these past 2 years.
After things calmed down, we had dinner like normal. “That’s also one of the reasons I bought new clothes for you Sora-nee” “You need to socialize with other people and get used to your body, otherwise it will affect your daily life and your way of thinking”. What she, no, he is saying is true, as far as I can remember, I never had any close friends, I was only approached by classmates when it was for class activities. Probably, because I seems weird? I also don't trust others enough to let them in on my secret. Well, I think I might possibly spent my lifetime’s worth of effort and luck just being able to make friends with Airi-san, due to my resolution of making new friends…
“Say, nee-chan, why don’t you lie down on your stomach here” Hiroko pats the futon placed in front of the living room’s TV. “heh? Why should I do that” “Just listen to me” I followed obediently. Once I settled down, Hiroko starts rubbing my back. “You helped me carry my bags this afternoon, consider this as a gift, Hiroko will dutifully make Sora-nee feels good”. What a good kid, I felt proud for a moment. Until, without warnings, his hand movements became forceful. “Ahh~! It hurts!” I screamed out in pain. "Look at this stubborn muscle, I will rub you till you surrender, muscle-san~". "Hiroko, please! Be more gentle!". “Shh, that scream of pain, will turn into ones of pleasure, soon”. With Hiroko saying such suggestive lines while giving me a back massage, I have no choice but to bury my reddened face into the futon. He’s totally enjoying this. " You're just too cute when I tease you like this onee-chan" Hiroko flashed me a naughty smile.
My little sister(brother) is a devil reincarnate...