Parental Marriage!?

PARENTAL MARRIAGE ARC

Blonde. It moved slightly, revealing round blue eyes. I stared down at her, still processing what had just transpired. She looked up at me with those shining blue eyes and chubby cheeks, smiling brightly.

"Onii-chan! I've been trying for so long to find you!" She nuzzled her face into my chest.

If Fu-nee or Kazu-nee weren't here I would've enjoyed this thoroughly, but they were on the edge of hurling. They need to relax.

Anyway, that's not the main problem. The main problem is the little girl around middle school age, who was strapped around my waist.

"Who are you?" I asked politely as I could.

"Hanako Matsuda! And I'm going to be your new little sister! So call me Hanako!" Hanako said triumphantly.

"M-m... Wha...?"

When I think about it, Mother has been single for a long time now. Don't tell me.

"Father is marrying your Mother in a week," Hanako said.

Then I shut down.

* * *

"Onii-chan... Onii-chan... Hey! Onii-chan, wake up."

I was lying in bed.

My room was dry and lit dimly, my bedsheets feeling dusty and old. However, my bed was oddly hot. I reached my hand to The end of the bed, but instead it was granted with a warm and soft texture.

What was this?

The feeling was nostalgic. I kept on moving my hand up and down the surface, trying to make out what it was. My hand travelled up and up until it reached something silky. Attached to the silk was something round, that also radiated heat.

"Onii-chan..." The thing mumbled.

Oh shit.

I lifted the blanket, under which was Hanako, who was completely naked and blushing furiously. She looked slightly annoyed as though her charade had been caught.

"Good morning Onii-chan," she spoke in her normal tone, showing off a guilty smile. "Heh heh heh."

"Are you fucking kidding me!"

* * *

The three of us were sat at the table accompanied by Hanako and my Mother's husband-to-be. It was almost silence except from the scrapes and scratched of our forks and knives across our plates.

On height to celebrate their marriage our parents made us this extravagant English breakfast but I hadn't as so much touched a wink of it.

Kazu-nee and my Mother were the same, except Mothers was out of guilt.

"So... when did this start?" I asked.

"About a year ago-" Mother started but was rudely cut off.

"I'm not going to accept this." Kazu-nee said then stood up, food untouched, stomped to her room. "Come on Nii-chan."

"O-ok." I followed but only because I didn't want to be left in that atmosphere.

Behind me I could hear Father start to say: "I'm sorry," but Mother cut him off.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't tell my kids until they found out yesterday."

"I see..."

Then the door closed behind me.