The Brother and Sister named Christopher and Christine

I opened my eyes, prior to how I remember being solidly punched in the face, I took the initiative to get up.

As I was unconscious myself, it was by far, right to assume that I'd be lying down but what surprised the likes of a human scum like me wasn't a place that could be considered earthly, rather, "Am I inside a dream?"

I was put into a wondrous state as it was none other than a place so dark and void, I could only get to that conclusion. A lucid dream I guess?

I was indifferent, or rather, I can't say this was my first dream that I am aware of it being only a dream─the rather surprising part was that it was dark inside.

With nothing to be seen. Even my body as I try to locate it. The blackness was so black, it wouldn't be an overstatement that it was darker than black.

"Onii-chan, so you're also caught in the darkness huh?"

Before me, there was only a voice with no figure, but even without it, I could tell it was a girl and nonetheless, calling me "Christopher…", I realized it was my sister's.

"Darkness. So that's what you'd call this thing? I think it's the "Void" and whoever is caught in it, can never return to the real world."

"I guess so, you can call it that. But before being the "Void" or the darkness, it has no official name. It's just black and all, without anyone in it."

"You're wrong. The two of us are here."

"Yes, Christopher. I was wrong, the two of us are speaking right now to each other."

"It's because the two of us share a pragmatic connection."

"A pragmatic connection? Well, wouldn't that mean our connection as siblings makes us the only ones in this black world?"

"That leaves us in wonder. It can be that or I can't be… well, all I know is that we're going to disappear soon."

"Disappear soon."

"Good disappearance. For both of us."

"For the both of us, my brother Christopher."

It wasn't me who was speaking, but it would technically be me─as I could feel my lips opening and saying such words.

In any case, I was certain that it was only a dream. And dreams happen when you're about to wake up.

"Mn." Just what is this soft sensation under my head?

I was hardly stuck with my hazy memory that I may have failed to realize that I was knocked out a little earlier till this time.

"Christopher?!"

I heard a sweet tone of voice that seems to worry about me, and it's directly over my head.

I slowly opened my eyes, and thus regretted such action. It made me snap out of my sleep and I saw the lively face of a person─reminiscent of a bare chest.

Those pinkish and serene, cute nipples…

Hmm, what am I even pointing out?

To be turned on with my little sister's, I'm fine with being rotten in hell. But that much wouldn't play well with a retribution so instead, I demand being an immortal and be tortured in a million years─I'm just a sinful man. I looked upwards with the pressure suddenly engulfing all my well-being─I can only see my sister's innocent face. My moral as a person that felt distinguishable only to being a sad life form─a virgin.

"Are you okay now?" With myself knowing of the situation I suddenly lifted my head in a hurry and when I did, my forehead hit her chin.

And it hurts!

"Hawawawa!!"

"Ahwww!!" While I was holding a part in my forehead, I kinda faced towards my little sister Christine to see her holding her chin upwards and was on the verge of crying.

I was surprised that she gave me a lap pillow but from every angle, there wasn't anything right because we are blood siblings. Is this a romantic comedy manga anyway? Is a creator messing with my life or anything? Aside from my rant about my life, which is absurd right from the start of it, I just had to help my sister, who, at any time now, might start harassing me for that reason alone.

We were sitting on a park bench and all I could do was apologize to her by buying her crepe from the stand after the incident.

That was the second time for this day that I had to take this weird turn of events in my life.

And how is it that it's my little sister? Eating my portion of crepe, which I had bought initially for myself, I stared at her just to feel her presence.

Christine Clarent.

She's just a first year in high school and I often hear her classmates calling her the 'Goddess of the School' for some reason─as the rumors hit me, I was proud of her being my little sister.

My pride and joy; a beautiful sister that she is, smart, and diligent─a little sister highest among all little sisters. I wouldn't have the slightest idea of going down her route─as it's limited by law that brothers and sisters won't become lovers, and forget the law, it's plainly unbecoming!

Say, for me, why did I have to react that way? And now, was I even filled with all these strange fantasies just by looking at her in utter perverse damnation, I couldn't even look at her clearly? Yes, it seems that way─and I can't accept it.

All over seeing her topless in her swimsuit─which was cute on her anyway. She was flat, nonetheless, I shouldn't be sweating over but I just realized, would that secretly be my preference?

No, no…Ah!

I'm falling into the abyss.

So yeah, this would be the start of my first summer break in 11 years─and would be the last.

"Hey!" Christine looked at me, sweet in voice but her smile induced a menace to come out. "Is there something in my chest that you can't take your eyes off of?"

Since when I was looking at it?!

"Oh sorry! I was just thinking of something…"

"So, if that happens to be what happened earlier today, what would you want me to play? A nurse, a bunny girl, or a dominatrix? Well, name it and I'll do it for you."

"...No, it's not that… it's nothing serious, don't mind me, Christine…" Am I really hearing such words from her? Is this the so-called "generosity"? No, as I don't fail to comprehend my sister's behavior─this was in fact, her sarcasm.

"I mind it, you're so gross!"

"Eh?! Don't say that now, I mean, sure… I was just thinking that you're still 16 but you've stopped growing in that place…"

"Oh really now, but don't you think that flat-chested girls would look good in Chinese dress? You see, just like Hime Tanaka."

"..."

"And oh, come to think of it, if I hadn't punched you earlier, you would still have the chance to see me in that cute swimsuit I picked, without the top mysteriously dropping at that part of the narrative."

I'm sorry, I think it's my fault as the protagonist.

"And given that, would you mind shooting blood on the nose again if somehow, I would wear my uniform in middle school?"

Quit harassing me!

"No, that's not it. I wouldn't think of you, my sister, with such amazing fantasies. I would fail as your brother!"

I would even fail if I told the truth.

A lie, straight up, I can't even fathom it.

Denying myself as all I've got in hand─yet it doesn't shine like the Clarent or the Excalibur.

"Hmmph! Then are you saying that me, Christine Clarent, is not worth thinking of?!"

So anyways, she started yelling at me, and a goofy expression was left in my face─crepe in hand, I almost dropped it.

"Eh, ah, anyway, if by any chance, can you delay this now? I'm kind of getting dizzy so I want to go home…"

That was my proposition.

By no means, a lie for me to escape the thread─I was being plunged.

She frowned at me, in utter disgust that is─and there wasn't any way that I wouldn't be left scarred.

"Well, I agree. It's much better to fantasize at home rather than in a public area.."

"Quit the sarcasm, my dear little sister!" …Of course, for what I couldn't finish saying for her.