She’s five years older than me and turned 19 this year.
Right now, I’m in my second year of middle school, and my sister started university this spring.
As for my sister, Mizuha Tazawa’s appearance… even if I say so myself, she’s incredibly beautiful.
I think that’s fair to say.
Her glossy, silky black hair reaches down to the middle of her back.
Flawless white skin without a single blemish.
Skin as soft as silk… I suppose that’s how you’d describe it.
Plump, inviting lips and large, sparkling eyes.
A cute face that still retains a touch of youthfulness.
And yet, her figure is so voluptuous it could rival a gravure idol.
Her breasts… I once heard they were an F-cup.
On top of that, she has a sharply defined waist.
Fashion magazines and gravure magazines placed in convenience stores and bookstores are filled with cute models and idols with great figures, but honestly, I’ve never seen anyone cuter or more beautiful than my sister.
Of course, there might be some bias because she’s family… but even so, her face and body are on par with celebrities.
In fact, during a school beauty contest in high school, she apparently won by a landslide.
Whether it’s true or not, the vote difference with the runner-up was supposedly triple the score.
People of all ages—older, younger, and peers—fall for her at first sight.
As her little brother, I used to get requests almost every day like “Introduce me to her!” Our family lives in the countryside, but a few years ago during a family trip to Tokyo, my sister was approached multiple times by people who seemed like scouts.
I realized that kind of thing doesn’t just happen in dramas and manga.
At the same time, I felt proud as her little brother that my sister was beautiful enough to be scouted.
I’ve been with my sister since we were kids… and at some point, I started having feelings for her.
Not as siblings or family, but as a man toward a woman.
When we were little, we used to take baths together without any issue, but before I knew it, just imagining her soft skin would make my body burn with heat.
Whether it was my male friends or hers, I’d feel secretly smug seeing them stare at her with their mouths half-open or getting nervous and flustered when she talked to them.
At the same time, I felt displeased when she talked closely with other guys.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that was jealousy and possessiveness.
Seeing upperclassmen, teachers, and even neighborhood uncles grinning and looking at her with lewd eyes made me unhappy… but honestly, I understood the feeling, so I couldn’t say anything.
By the end of elementary school, my body started reacting very honestly, and I often struggled with how to handle the part below my waist.
But my sister and I are literally blood-related siblings.
It’s obvious that I’m the weird one for thinking this way, and no matter how I felt, there was no way I could turn those feelings into a more advanced relationship.
While I was tormented daily by my sister, who was growing more and more like a walking bundle of sex appeal, I kept those feelings hidden deep inside without ever showing them.