From there, everything went smoothly. Having gotten her permission, I imdiately put myself to work in her kitchen, waiting for her orders. Seeing energetically moving around obediently on everything she pointed out, Anzu-nee looked a lot more satisfied every minute that passed.
I helped her chop vegetables, peel onions, look after the boiling water, and many more. She’s cooking a lot more than usual and I doubt we’ll be able to eat them all. But looking at her rry figure hopping around the place, I couldn’t really tell her that my stomach wasn’t a black hole.
Well, I doubt she’ll ask to finish them all. For sure, it’s going to be her als for the day. Eimi said they might co ho at night so… it’s probably a preparation for that.
A few minutes later, Anzu-nee called to her side and had taste the sauce she made for her chicken teriyaki. Expecting positive feedback from , the girl attentively watched with her glittering eyes.
“Mhm… This is…” I said after taking a bit of the sauce to roll on my tongue. It's savory, not gonna lie and I feel like my appetite is already excited to taste the finished dish.
“What? Don’t keep hanging!”
Perhaps thinking that I was intentionally delaying my feedback, the girl pressed on my side with eager eyes urging to hurry up to make a decision.
Once again, my perverted senses seemingly woke up as the springy texture of her front pushed against my arm. Even a small movent would give a better feel of it and with Anzu getting anxious at the possibility of giving negative feedback, I didn’t need to move at all to experience that.
Luckily enough, I was already too used to this that it wouldn’t normally show on my face. She’d definitely be embarrassed if she noticed, after all.
“Relax, Nee-san… I’m trying to find my words. Also… let try it one more ti.”
Taking the spoon again and sipping on the remaining sauce, I closed my eyes and properly tasted it. However, at the sa ti as the flavor of the sauce flourished in my mouth, the soothing sensation of her body pressed against also intensified.
Yep. I’m a hopeless pervert.
I snapped my open and looked at her expectant expression. I should shelve my perverted thoughts and sincerely focus on what she’s expecting from .
“Anzu-nee-san, I should say perfect but… that would be disingenuous. This is probably just my preference but it’s a little too sweet. Also, the spiciness is a little lacking. Maybe add more mirin and ginger?”
The girl nodded a few tis before taking my spoon and also tasting it herself. That’s an indirect kiss right there but knowing her, she’d grow past the point of being bothered by it or she’s just slow at realizing what she did. Either way, it’s better this way. As much as I wanted to tease her, it’s more entertaining to watch her like this.
“You’re right. It’s sweeter than I intended it to be. I’ll follow your suggestion, little brother. I’m cooking for you so… expect it to match your taste preference.”
“I feel like I’m being spoiled.”
“Heh. You’ve been a helpful brat to today. Let this older sister spoil you, okay?”
With satisfaction written on her face as she adjusted the flavor of the sauce, Anzu-nee turned to and grinned beautifully. That ex of hers doesn’t know what he lost.
Look at how wholeso she is. She can already be a housewife, no? But you have to endure her grumpiness every morning. Other than that… she’s a wonderful girl who deserves to be appreciated more.
I don’t know if I did this unconsciously or if my body simply enacted what was going on in my head. However, before I knew it, I found myself already standing behind her. My arms gradually wrapped around her slender waist.
“I understand… Can I also spoil you, Nee-san?”
As my thoughts continued clashing within my head, I kind of blurted that out as she noticed my hands locking on top of her navel.
“You… Shouldn’t you ask first and not while you're making this move?” Glancing back at , I was subjected to Anzu-nee's reproachful stare as she pointed at my arms.
She wriggled her body a bit but instead of pushing away, her back rested on .
Taking that as an opportunity, I tightened my hold on her as my chin intimately landed on her shoulder.
“My body moved automatically, Nee-san. I went ahead and preemptively did what I was about to ask because… it's more than likely for you to reject .”
What a flimsy excuse. But what can I do? That's exactly what happened.
Still, if Anzu-nee would tell to stop and step back right here, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
With her eyes narrowing to a slit, Anzu-nee let go of the spoon in her hand. Nudged her head on my chest before pinching my arm.
“Naughty brat. No playing in the kitchen.”
Sounding a little disappointed right there, Anzu-nee then slowly turned around to face .
At this point, I have no idea what's going on in her head but it's definitely not anywhere close to considering pushing away from her.
A mont later, her hand crawled up from my arm before eventually landing on the side of my neck.
It was subtle but her hand was seemingly vibrating as though there was a little resistance in her head, telling her not to do this.
However, looking at how her eyes beca stuck on the entirety of my face, scanning every part to its tiniest detail, Anzu-nee was no doubt slowly losing to the temptation.
“It's not playing, Nee-san. I told you, I would like to spoil you.”
“How? By hugging ?”
“Yes.”
“Nothing more?” Her eyes shook with anticipation.
I took a mont to think of a proper response here. However, I already knew what I was going to answer
“I'm considering it. A way to give you more appreciation.”
I don't know if she understood what I ant by that but Anzu-
nee slowly nodded as the anticipation on her eyes seemingly llowed down. In place of that, I could sense her body heating up as a small smile blood from her lips.
“... Okay. You do you. But Onoda-kun. Let's finish cooking first. It's disrespectful to the kitchen.”
Upon saying that, her hand left my neck and she turned back around to face the sauce that she was modifying for my preference.
She didn't tell to let go of my hold of her instead, she simply didn't want to bother her with what she was doing.
After adding a little bit of ginger and a teaspoon of mirin to the saucepan, she mixed it for about a minute.
Once she was done, Anzu-nee once again used the spoon to let taste it.
This ti she only needed to lift it to her shoulder where my head was resting.
Yeah. This situation is sothing. Although it was not my intention at first, we sohow ended up like a normal couple, flirting while cooking.
In any case, there's no reason for to back down anymore. I couldn't simply wave it off as sothing I did unconsciously. At the end of the day, it's my body.
“It's perfect, Nee-san.”
“Great. We're almost done here.”
Anzu-nee giggled in satisfaction as she put a lid on the sauce before she let her body squeeze into my embrace.
A few minutes later, while I continued to hold her like this, Anzu-nee finished the other dishes she was preparing.
Only when we were about to set up the table that she ask to let go of her.
Following that, the two of us ate together and enjoyed our ti at the dining table.
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