Noona's Clingy Morning Tease
"Sis, stooop... that feels so weird..."
Soft hands were still caressing my chest... Huh?
"Hngh...!"
Ah... it was just a dream. Thank goodness. If that had been real, I probably wouldn't have been able to go shopping with Noona today. As I rubbed my eyes and tried to sit up, I heard breathing right behind me—and felt arms wrapped around my waist.
No way... I slowly lowered my head to look down, but all I could see was my own chest... No, if I twisted a bit more—yep, there was an arm shoved inside my short-sleeved tee.
"...A dream? Or not?"
Come to think of it, last night she'd been kneading me for ages to measure my bra size, then said since it was the weekend tomorrow, we should sleep together.
"Mmm... our Yoonie... so soft, mwahaha..."
That pervy sleep-talk right behind me was kinda creepy. And every time I shifted even a little, Noona whined and plastered herself even tighter against my back. Her fingers were even wiggling...
"Eek...!"
I tried to hold it in, but a weird noise slipped out anyway. Noona showed no signs of waking up. If anything, my sounds seemed to make her hand move even stranger.
"S-Noona. Take your hand out...!"
I grunted, trying to pry her hand out from under my clothes, but her arm wouldn't budge.
"Mmmph... don't run awayyy..."
What the hell kind of dream was she having to say that? She wasn't some hormonal teenage boy! Even boys don't sleep-talk that creepily!
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and jabbed my elbow into her side to wake her up—but it felt like I'd flipped some weird switch instead.
"Sniff... our Yoonie smells so gooood..."
"Noona! That's not sleep-talking! You're awake right now!"
"Hehehe... busted."
Busted, my ass—why was her grip on my waist tightening? If you're busted, shouldn't you pull your hand away like a normal person?
"Hngh, get it off quick!"
"Our Yoonie's so full of energy this morning..."
Blatantly changing the subject, Noona tried to pat my head instead.
"Stop it!" I whined half-heartedly, but she had no intention of stopping. Instead, her hand slowly slid from my hair down to toy with my face.
"H-Hold on! Noona! Let's talk this out!"
"Oh my, Yoonie. Did you just wake up? You have zero strength."
Damn it. Once school starts, I'll hit the gym and beat Noona for sure. But thinking about it didn't change the fact that right now, nothing was happening.
"Ah! Noona, seriously, for real!"
"Looks like our Yoonie's wide awake already?"
In the end, the hand I'd been using to block her broke through uselessly.
"Noona!"
"Teasing our Yoonie is just too fun, you know?"
At first, I thought living together in a two-room would be fine, but seeing this now, I got why girl-me had gotten her own one-room apartment.
Living with a pervert like Noona, even transformed into a girl, I wouldn't have lasted a day. And sure enough, her hand slid down below my face.
In the end, I had no choice but to endure Noona's hands for a good while. At least she had a conscience—she made breakfast, blow-dried my hair after my morning routine, and tried to soothe my mood.
"Still sulking?"
"...I'm forgiving you just this once for real."
She'd made breakfast, was buying my outfit and dinner today, so yeah, forgiven—just this once. Though it feels like I say that every time...
"Great, so Yoonie's forgiven me. Ready to head out?"
"Got it. I'll just throw on my padding jacket and..."
"Hold up—you weren't planning to go out in just that, were you?"
Noona grabbed my hand as I reached for the jacket and shook her head, scanning the room. She let go, rummaged through the closet, then came over to me with a sigh.
"Sigh... I know our Yoonie has no fashion sense, but you can't do this on a date with your sister."
"D-Date?"
While I panicked at the word "date," Noona had already grabbed my wrist and was prepping to head out.
"Nope, this won't do. Let's go up to my room. I'll lend you some clothes."
"...Your clothes, Noona?"
I mumbled softly without thinking, my eyes drawn to her chest. Would anything even fit my body? Good thing she was heading to the door without looking back.
If she'd caught me staring at her boobs, I'd be... Anyway, I slipped on my slippers, passed the front door, and climbed the stairs. Noona was grinning suspiciously the whole way—what was she thinking? My spine tingled a bit, but it was probably nothing.
-Beep
The moment Noona's door unlocked, a pleasant scent wafted out.
"Come on in quick! I'll make Yoonie super cute today!"
Pulled along by her hand into the room, it was cutely decorated—unlike my doll-filled space. Wait, weren't all those dolls in my room ones she'd brought over?
"Lemme see... what would suit our Yoonie?"
She sat me on the bed and hummed happily while digging through her closet. She seemed to be having fun, so why was I getting more and more anxious?
"For fitting, wide-leg pants over a skirt, loose-fit knit on top, and padding jacket should be perfect?"
Muttering to herself, she pulled clothes off hangers and tossed them beside me. At least no skirts piling up—small mercies.
"There we go! Now try them on. I'll check the fit!"
"Huh? R-Right here?"
"Of course. Where else? You're not embarrassed, are you?"
Of course I was! Even if we're sisters... Wait, by that logic, all her groping so far doesn't make sense either.
While I spaced out thinking, Noona shoved her face close, staring. So close—my cheeks heated up in panic.
"Hurry up and change already. Want me to do it for you?"
"N-No! I'll change now!"
Obviously a joke, but with Noona, she might actually do it. I hurriedly agreed and started changing. Who knew undressing in front of someone could feel this embarrassing? Back in the day, I'd wander around in just underwear regardless of my little sister being home...
"Hmm... Nah, that doesn't work. Hip fit's off."
...
"No, the knit looks too drab. Doesn't match your skin tone."
...
"This is it! Black padding on top will be perfect!"
After over an hour of being Noona's dress-up doll, I finally escaped that hell. Why was trying on clothes at home this exhausting? And boutiques would be worse—I'm doomed...
Still, in the mirror, even with my chest feeling a tad tight, I looked kinda pretty. Never noticed wearing just white tees and shorts, but clothes really are wings...
"If only our Yoonie liked going out more, we'd go on dates all the time."
Noona rested her chin on my shoulder with a wistful voice—almost made me fall for it and say we'd go out more. Outside's dangerous; better stick to indoors. Plus, anything looks fine on me—no need to buy new clothes.
"Sigh... okay, sit at the vanity. Let's get ready and go."
"Huh?"
I let out a dumb noise, but Noona dragged me by the hand and plopped me in the chair.
"What 'huh'? First date in ages—you weren't gonna go bare-faced, right? I'll do your makeup today too. Close your eyes!"
"W-Wait, hold on!"
I yelled, but her hand was already on my chin. And "today too"? Guess original girl-me skipped makeup a lot. The only changes were gender and face, huh.
"Stay still. Keep moving and the tone won't match."
Unfamiliar textures touched my face, ticklish brushes grazed my eyelids. And the lipstick smell—obviously from Noona's lips—brushing mine... kinda pervy.
"Hehe...! Whose little sister is this? So pretty, pretty! Open your eyes now."
After keeping my eyes shut forever, I cautiously opened them at her words.
"O-Oh..."
They say you go speechless at the unexpected—and damn, it was true. Light pink lipstick matching Noona's lips, eyes that looked a bit bigger. Honestly, I thought cute girl-me couldn't get much cuter, but this... wow.