I Am Not a Sis-Con! ~ All the People Around Me Call Me One, but Isn’t It Just Because My Sister Is T

A few weeks after our meeting, a large amount of cardboard boxes were delivered to our house.

 

Apparently, we were going to live together from today.

 

“Here we go.”

 

Sara carried the cardboard boxes with her slender body.

 

“Here, I’ll do it.”

 

“But, it’s my luggage…”

 

“I don’t care. I don’t want you to carry anything heavy, and get a sunburn. It’ll ruin your beauty. Here, have a cup of tea.”

 

The direct sunlight was strong today.

 

I couldn’t allow Sara to get a sunburn.

 

Ultraviolet rays were the natural enemy of skin.

 

“Oh, kawai … Thank you.”

 

“It’s okay. We’re brother and sister, after all.”

 

I rolled up my arms and brought in the rest of the cardboard boxes that had been packed in the car.

 

“Yosh, that’s the last of it.”

 

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the towel hung around my neck as I carried the cardboard boxes to the front door.

 

“Iya~a, I was saved. It’s better when you have a man helping you.”

 

Misaki, my mother, smiled at me.

 

“It’s okay. It’s a man’s job after all”

 

“Ah, Nii-san, here.”

 

From this moment on, Sarou had started calling me ‘Nii-san’.

 

She poured a cup of barley tea and brought it to me.

 

I couldn’t help feeling a sense of superiority to have a beautiful girl call me Nii-san.

 

“Oh, Arigato.”

 

I received the barley tea from Sara and drank it down in one gulp.

 

“Now, do you want me to carry this to Sara’s room and Mom’s room?”

 

My father had already told me the room assignments, so I stood up to carry the luggage.

 

“No, we’ll take it from here.”

 

“Oh, no, no, no. It’s upstairs and it will be hard to carry heavy things up the stairs.”

 

Sara said she would do it, but I insisted.

 

“Here we go.”

 

The cardboard box was labeled as Sara and Misaki, so I carried it into the room accordingly.

 

“It’s done.”

 

I completed the task and went to my mom and Sara, who were probably in the living room.

 

“I’ve finished carrying the luggage.”

 

“Oh, thank you very much.  By the way, where is Akira-san?

 

Akira was my father’s name.

 

“Oh, he left yesterday to go to Enoshima to take pictures. Didn’t he tell you or Sara about it?”

 

“Yes, …”

 

“You’re the same as ever, Dad. I don’t think he’ll be back for a while.”

 

“I see. See, I don’t think I’ll be able to come home most of the time because of my work. …”

 

My new mother, Misaki-san, was a police officer.

 

I heard that she hardly ever came home.

 

She was very similar to my father in that way.

 

“Well, it’s always been the same case with my Father. Rest assured, you can leave Sara with me.”

 

“Oh, you’re a good boy at such a young age.”

 

Mom was in a good mood.

 

“Let’s eat! Aren’t you hungry, Haruyuki?”

 

“That’s what I was thinking.”

 

I checked the clock, it was past 1:00 p.m. 

 

“Here you go.”

 

A bowl of cold chinese dish for three people was placed on the dining room table.

 

“Oh, that looks good.”

 

It had been a long time since I’ve eaten homemade food, so I indulged my taste buds with the cold chinese dish my mother made.