35: My Sister’s Trust
The duties of the Vanderwaals family head were many and varied. My decisions sometimes influenced the fate of the nation.
Therefore, being the head of the family was a busy position.
I was busy sending positive vibes to my sister sleeping in bed, chanting, “Get well, get well.”
Sitting on the round chair by the bed, watching my sister sleep, I was struck by my own powerlessness. That was why, even though I knew I couldn’t do anything, I wanted to stay by her side.
At least, so she wouldn’t be alone when she woke up.
My sister slept soundly, but she woke up before noon and, with my help, went to the restroom.
Back in the room, Leticia shivered.
“I’m cold…”
“Should we change your clothes? I’ll open the closet.”
“Okay…”
I took a thick negligee and a large towel from the old closet.
People seemed to think that nobles were constantly waited on by maids and servants, unable to even dress themselves, but that wasn’t true.
I wondered where that image of nobles came from.
Well, there were some pampered, insufferable brats and clueless young ladies with their heads in the clouds.
But we nobles were the ‘ruling class.’
What we ruled depended on the family. Military, politics… or rather, wasn’t everything politics?
Even war was merely a political tool.
Besides, only the poorest nobles didn’t manage their own territories.
If you were a noble, you had a role to fulfill.
Where would you find a noble who couldn’t even dress themselves?
Unless it was some peculiar fetish.
I assumed the stories of maids helping nobles into elaborate evening dresses had been exaggerated for amusement.
“Should I leave the room while you change?”
“No… it’s okay…”
She shook her head.
Then, her eyes still unfocused with fever, she looked at me.
“…Can I… change my underwear too?”
“Yes, of course.”
I nodded.
“Will you… get them for me…?”
…Was it the fever?
Or… did she simply trust me, as a woman, as her sister?
“…Yes.”
Feeling like I was being tested, I knelt down, opened the bottom drawer, and took out her underwear.
I had left this to Ciel. I had accompanied her as her bodyguard and wallet, telling her she could choose whatever she wanted.
While pretending to be a sister uninterested in her sister’s attire, I hadn’t specified a budget, but perhaps I should have bought her something finer.
…Was she being considerate?
When I returned, my sister was trying to take off her nightgown—or rather, she was about to.
Then, she seemed to get stuck, her arm caught in the sleeve or neckline.
“…Big Sister… pull…”
“Alright, alright. Here.”
Smiling wryly, I pulled the sleeve, helping her remove the nightgown—and my sister’s bare skin came into view.
Since she had taken off her nightgown, it was only natural, but she was half-naked.
My sister, still looking dazed, looked at me without making any attempt to cover herself.
“…Will you… wipe my back…?”
“Yes.”
Flustered by seeing my sister naked for the first time, I unfolded the thick towel and gently patted her skin, absorbing the sweat.
I quickly got used to it.
I had never had such an occasion before, but she was sick, and my mixed feelings were replaced by a desire to avoid burdening her.
After I finished wiping her back, my sister slowly raised one arm.
Understanding, I placed the towel under her arm to absorb the sweat.
I did the same with the other arm… and then my sister raised both arms slightly.
“…Leticia?”
“The front too…”
The front?
…The front?
I froze for a moment, then shook my head, dispelling any inappropriate thoughts.
I repositioned the towel and moved it from her back to her front—
A soft, unfamiliar sensation.
They said people desired what they lacked.
The soft, firm… feeling of that part of her body, even through the towel, was alluring, even for someone of the same sex.
I forced myself to maintain a calm facade.
Fortunately, this was just an older sister wiping the sweat of her feverish younger sister.
What was I even thinking, with her in such a state?
Women. Women.
Sisters. Sisters.
I chanted those important words twice to dispel any impure thoughts.
“Ah, and under my chest…”
I wiped her stomach as instructed.
While different from her chest, it was also soft, and I liked it.
“Not there…”
Huh?
As I tilted my head inwardly, my sister took my hand.
She guided it to… ‘under’ her breasts.
The area I would call her ribs.
“Sweat gathers there…”
Oh, I see.
So, breasts had an ‘underside.’
It was a concept I wasn’t familiar with.
Having cooled down from the unexpected revelation, I was able to calmly lift her ample breasts and wipe the sweat that had gathered beneath them.
My sister, still facing away from me, slowly put on her fresh nightclothes.
Then, kneeling, she fumbled with her underwear.
She didn’t seem to mind my gaze at all.
I wrapped her discarded clothes in the towel.
I would give them to the maids in the laundry room later.
My sister turned around, looking weak but smiling.
“That’s better… thank you, Big Sister.”
“…I’m glad.”
I, on the other hand, felt… conflicted.
I might develop a peculiar fetish.
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