61 61 Stories Shopping Star

"Huh...... ah"

My voice was sloppily prolonged.

But it sounds strange and adorable, so I yawned to get rid of my drowsiness, even though I thought it was unnatural.

The summer sun is strong and the white glow of the lace curtains dazzles my eyes.

Remembering last night as bonkers, I stop leaning on the wooden chair in my room and stretch out with the intention of blowing my exhaustion.

There were plenty of events last night that put a lot of mental load on me after I made the cumming out. Sister, I was pushed off by words like no need for water, and I stayed with my sister. What event has brought me to such an understanding of my powerlessness...

It was the first time in years that the Lord had bathed with his sister.

"Taro, I'm gonna take a bath."

"Go ahead."

"What are you talking about? Taro's coming in with us."

"Yes?"

I was stunned when my sister uttered these words without any foretaste.

For a moment, it goes without saying that I doubted my sister's sanity. A sixteen-year-old brother and his sister, who will be nineteen, will take a friendly bath, or whatever braconsiscon it is.

But my sister said this with serious eyes.

"Do you know how to wash that long hair away exactly? Not appropriate. And the way we take care of it, even the rinse is like lightly gripping it in the part... oh yeah, the series we use... and the treatment is time away... oh, the most important thing is the way you dry it. And, yes, the way you wash your body, especially locally, is delicate, so don't wash it."

My sister, who chants a spell about beauty as hard, has asked questions with a solemn expression when she finishes her manipulation in the bath all the way.

"Just asking, you know? Can you lay down something serious on this sister for once and annoy her, and Taro isn't stupid enough to put me through this again and again?

……

There was no room for disagreement with my damned sister.

"... I can't"

Just asking, I didn't have the confidence to draw my sister's passing score either.

Sister said.

"Taro... I think it's about time you came to know how important it is to get familiar because you're about the same age"

In a word from my sister, I remember the person who teased Un confession, Sy. When I heard her taste, made her short hair and waxed it, I was ready to match her mediocre face. I'm going to understand how important it is to set up a hairstyle that will take you to your peak.

"For example. If Michelle, your sister too, was old enough to keep her familiar, you'd be mentoring her as a senior brother in her life, wouldn't you?

Pin the bearer, and my sister theorizes.

"That's what's happening to me."

I know what I'm trying to say.

"Taro has longer hair than before"

"Then if you hang up..."

To what I say, my sister puts words on me to push.

"Hair quality is closer to me than it used to be, too. I'll have my hair taken care of as I instruct"

There are a number of things that do not fall into your heart.

But my sister is kind of saying it and choosing words for me.

Earlier in the day, I didn't say the word "woman."

Hair, hair and physique like women's.

I'm guessing this shows me out of the blue that I'm your brother. I really can't accept reality, consideration for things that resemble sentiment for me.

So it's settled.

But when I saw my sister's face at this time, I thought,

Is it a mistake to seem oddly happy?

This is the first time I've had a bath with my sister in about 8 years.

Of course, my sister had a towel wrapped around her and hidden her body, but as a man in the middle of puberty, I have to be nervous. Besides, my sister is treated by some of them as an outstanding proposition. When it comes to family, it's not that I don't find it appealing.

Besides. Besides.

My sister kept her body hidden, but she even told me to show her everything. Imagine that. Do you have feelings that boil other than shame or death that I, a sixteen-year-old boy high school student, show my hadaka to my real sister? No, I don't.

"The doctors say yes, but if we don't make sure there are any abnormalities, we're not convinced."

I couldn't resist the sight of my sister, who kept looking at my whole body like I was eating.

"Kupi!

"Huh. I've actually touched it, but it doesn't seem particularly unusual. It's totally weird."

I already threw away where you touched it and what you did!

Oh, yes!

Sister and brother, it's like a dream!

And then my sister was happy to take care of me, even though she didn't ask me to, all the time, as she relaxed her cheeks with pleasure already.

Was it so worthwhile? And I almost doubted it, but I'm a strict sister on the outside, but I fell asleep last night convinced it might be something like this because I (my brother) and Michelle (my sister) have verses that show a sweet attitude from time to time.

"Breakfast was delicious... my sister's cooking skills are very high"

And Morning was my sister's scrambled egg and cheese toast.

At first glance, it can't even be cooked, but my sister's scrambled eggs taste exquisitely good. Even more fluffy, Sole is a level he can be proud of wherever he puts his daughter-in-law already. Cheese toast has been invented. Start by mixing together the milk and corn soup ingredients, add melting cheese to it, and gently choose black pepper as a spice for the finish. Then, slice the thin markings into the bread, lift the pepper and lid, pour the cheese into the space where it was made and toast it. It's called cheese fondue toast.

You can also eat all kinds of vegetables on cheese, served on a plate of scrambled eggs. Locked in a crispy bread, it's a good idea to luxuriously cook cheese.

Is it because it is after meals?

I'm planning on going shopping, but I was very sleepy.

Because the indoor cooler is advantageous, it should be at just the right temperature, but maybe this should not be the other way around. Is it from the height of the outside temperatures, or is it pounding and inviting drowsiness?

Maybe we should lower the cooler temperature a little bit.

That's what I thought, I just reached out to the remote, and my arm stopped moving. The reason for this is that my own thin arm, spotless as snow, caught my eye.

"Why is my shoulder mouth so short..."

Yes, I am now.

As my sister told me, I was dressed in the sleepwear my sister Michelle was wearing.

A thin piece shape with a short length based on white.

Let's say it again.

Short, thin piece shape.

I mean skirt.

This is also the result of my sister's compassionate, thankful words.

I am dressed to say that I will go into familiarity.

Again, women's clothes are still on and restless.

No, well, I haven't worn it since last night, and I'm not that uncomfortable. Instead, it feels like I fell asleep and my lower body is flickering. Sole is easy to sleep with it...... not that I'm definitely familiar with it!

Which brother knows better than to wear his sister's pyjamic piece? No, I'm not.

However, what I don't find more resistant than I thought is that the experience of wearing a woman's dress at first in the virtual world of clan clan may be alive.

I'm not expecting the women's outfit I tasted to help prepare my mind wearing the dress Miss Misora gave me.

In many ways, that game makes me equipped with something called sentiment.

"But hey..."

Still, the difference between the design and detail of the man I've ever been able to wear really gets to my attention and gennaries at the mundane time.

"Side (wagi) sucks"

I hope it's cool.

Repeating such pointless questions about myself, my sister's voice calling me echoed from the dining room.

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"Around."

"That's hot."

Me and my sister took the bus to the nearest station and walked a few more minutes. We reached the entrance to a large shopping mall near the station.

As my sister declared yesterday, she came to buy my women's clothes.

Even though it's just a less attentive shopping, my motivation meter was plummeting thanks to the steaming heat and the shining sun.

"Look, Taro, let's go."

I don't even know how my little brother feels, and my sister grabs my right hand and creeps through the automatic door in a crisp motion.

For a moment, the cold air generated by the cooler in the mall blows up my cheeks, relieving me just a little of my relaxed tiredness.

"First, underwear. It's not good to wear trunks all the time."

"Huh!?

"What, you didn't even plan to hack into Michelle's back?

No, my brother wears my sister's pants or whatever hentai it is.

"Sister, I said I could use the trunk. Not even where humans rarely see it."

"Taro. That shape with me and Michelle on it has a reason. It's a delicate part."

Without saying whether or not, my sister invited me to the underwear corner to drag me halfway.

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"Speaking of which, how old is Taro's body exactly now?

He says it feels like he touched it in the bath... what a bump. My sister is obsessed with seeing things like bear pants for kids. I get embarrassed by the words coming out of that mouth and move quickly to the corner.

"Ko, this is..."

But that was the other way around.

In both my eyes, unconscious from my sister, a garden of underwear in various colors of light silk, even if the answer is no.

"And it's exciting, dazzling..."

To the teenager, this sight is a mess.

Light pink, sky blue, emerald green, mara pure white. There was a space there where boys' high school students should never look closely and up close.

Unconsciously, I swallow my goku and spit.

When I realized it, I was watching with my white pants in my hand.

But it wasn't the excitement I expected to spread in my chest, it was the agitation for some reason.

No, it might be suspicious.

... Things that are so small in area, thin in fabric, and yet likely to fit perfectly, you can't possibly be ashamed of yourself!

It's too much! If you're going to cover the delicate part, you should make it more robust!

The women of the world wear a piece of cloth that is so unreliable, and if they do poorly, they can wear things that are going to be transparent and see the inside, how well they can walk in a hilarious skirt.

"If you are a customer, I was wondering if this size would be better"

"Ha-ha!

My turned voice echoes in the store in the voice of the clerk who was abruptly called from behind.

My sister, who noticed it, is walking over with a tsukatsuka and has a funny grin on her mouth.

"What, Taro prefers that grown-up design over there?

"Stop..."

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In the end, two pairs of sister recommended bear pants, two sports bras and a set of spat-shaped underwear. I bought one pair of adult underwear for a total of 5.

Sizing memories about bras die of shame, so I erased them from my memory.

"Well, now it's time for your fateful clothes."

My sister, whose eyes were strangely shining, had been motivated since she came to the mall. In contrast to that, my tension keeps going down.

Or I get extra tired when I'm with this sister.

The factor is the presence of the flickering and other shoppers who are turning their gaze here.

Probably also because of my appearance as a rare silver-haired girl in Japan, but I thought there was more cause for my sister than that.

Slurry, stretched feet depict beautiful curved beauty, hips very high. Overall it looks slim, I guess due to its high height, but it's stunning out there where it leaves off, and cuddly squeezed in where it pulls in. Half-sided, exceptional double hills with spine stretching pins and a refreshing impression on the beholder are intensely claimed.

And glossy spilled pitch-black hair, so beautiful that more than eight out of ten people would see it twice.

If such a beautiful sister and a rare looking me in Japan had held hands, there was no way I would have been inconspicuous.

Besides, sometimes I was surprised that the girls who looked like high school girls were gathered beneath Cacca and her sister and were cancering their autographs.

"Mr. Sinki's, are you with me?

"This kid is cute too!

"She's an outsider."

And so on and so on, there are many groups of women who ask questions like machine guns while raising a yellow voice to their sister.

My sister responded to all of this with a refreshing grin, and judged me beautifully with a refreshing response.

"It's my kin. I'm glad you didn't pry too hard."

Since I was in high school, my sister has been in some modelling business under the name of 'Sinki' in recognition of the height of that look. My sister's favorite four-letter word is "up-and-coming," so I thought it was appropriate to take it from there. I was not so interested in my sister's work that I had never heard of it in detail. But I do think he was someone enough to occasionally decorate the cover of a regional fashion magazine.

Or is it a bit of an entertainer position because I've been on some kind of commercial lately?

I don't know, but I also felt uncomfortable that I didn't know much about my sister.

Somehow, that. Regrettably.

Moreover, since then, voices had been voiced not only by women, but also by men, middle-aged people, grandmothers, etc., who would have gone beyond adulthood.

"Ah, hey..."

Sister, let's go now.

I wiped out the irritable and agitated words that came out to my throat.

Watch my sister smile and respond equally and vividly to everyone. Because I saw my sister in work mode and found it not a good idea to interrupt.

It's been a long time since I've had this feeling with my sister, and I can't help but think of myself as a mockery.

But I kind of fall into the illusion that I've come a long way from my sister.

After all that happened, there was some kind of lead-like lump smoked (dull) in the back of my chest.

"Taro. Before your clothes, do you want something to eat? Ice cream or something."

Like I care about me like that, my sister came up with a suggestion when the people dropping by finally settled down scattered.

"Yeah......"

Nothing, my stomach wasn't hungry yet, but I admitted I wanted to sit somewhere and slow down a bit. Let the subtle emotions caught in this throat be flushed with hingy, sober ice cream.

We'll line up at the ice cream shop for two.

When I think of the moment when I put ice cream in my mouth because it's not hot because it's air-conditioned, but my throat was a little dry, nature and spit (tsuba) dampen my tongue.

"Sister, what are you going to do?

I point to the menu table above the counter and ask my sister.

"You can have both of Taro's favorite things. Eat and share."

"Thanks."

Keep this place honestly sweet for my sister's handsome dialogue.

You can choose to like me both ways!

Strawberries taste good, but I don't want to throw away the Uji Matcha orange either. Hmm, don't worry about the apple-a-la mode flavor or something. Mm, he said it was chocolate chip cheesecake!?

I'm concerned. I'm not sure which one to make.

To tell you the truth, I liked sweet things.

But I didn't have the courage to buy such adorable things before, but if I look like this now, I can choose naturally. I mean, even I was hesitant to line up in an ice cream shop like this, but there's nothing unnatural about me right now. In that respect, it could have been the first moment I appreciated being this way.

That's when I realize.

You mean to split the ice cream with my sister or the girl!

Don't say no.

No, the desire to taste two types of ice cream at any rate relentlessly crushes my pride. but I can't lose here.

"Sister, I knew my sister would choose her favorite ice cream. It's kind of embarrassing to share."

I won.

I'm a winner.

I chose pride over desire.

But why not?

I feel nasty and full of breasts. It's like being lonely like a wretched beast with a collar and no movement and no food on it, even though you could finally discover the favorite you've been waiting for in front of you.

"Taro. Double or triple, which is better?

"Much......? Toripu......?

"That's right. Double gets two ice creams, triple gets three ice creams."

Oh, my God, is my sister a goddess?

I didn't know you'd throw up the words I wanted at this time.

"In triple!

The tension went up unexpectedly, and I shouted a little louder. The girl who was lined up before looks back, looks at this one in a flicker, looks at it twice more, looks at it three times, but never mind, eats into the menu.

Again, again.

For starters, it would simply be a sweet, intense strawberry cheesecake at the top.

Roll your mouth through the orange sour flavour dictated by the sharp, refreshing citrus of the gap from there.

And tightening is a natural choice for Japanese boys because it makes them extremely rusty. The decision is made with Uji Matcha milk, which brings a rich, deep flavour.

"I knew it...... Taro?

I was thinking of a moment when a satisfactory ice perfect plan was complete and I accidentally closed my eyes and ate, and a woman waiting in order in front of me abruptly issued my name, no, a character name within the clan clan.

"What?"

I open my eyes and look forward.

"Ugh... seriously, it's Talo the Thing"

"Real modules, I knew..."

There were two high school girls.

They're seriously staring at me.

So I, too, may have a poker mouth, but I stare at them both.

One healthy girl with bob-cut, squeaky sunburn marks in her delightful cat's eyes. There's one girl who feels like a semi-long fluff or something like a decoy.

One of them looked strangely familiar, and that was it.

She looks like an active girl.

She made me your real sister Glenn, and she made me invulnerable at first that I couldn't use my alchemy skills, now I often interact with her in a friend chat, and she looked just yucky.

"If my stupid brother sees you, he might faint."

"In real life... when I look at it here, I see it again..."

The two sighed howlingly and tided their cheeks.

"Cute!"

"Yeah, cute."

And I'm going to zoom out the distance.

"Talo! I'm loose!

"It doesn't look like the character in the game, but I'm sizzling"

The girls lined up in front introduced themselves that way by pointing to themselves.

"(A) We've been seeing each other off-duty!

He belonged to the same mercenary regiment (clan) as Yuki-kun (Yuki) and Shaky Night (Koya), "Hundred Rides Night Trip", and two of them were also friends with me.