Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

"I love you, Sister." 

Without hesitation, I told her those words and confessed my feelings for her. I actually never told her "I love you" in person since words were not necessary to express my love to a person. But when this moment came, I thought it was the right time to tell her that, so I went for it. 

"W-wha— what are you saying all of a sudden, Raphael?!" 

Sister, on the other hand, was taken aback by my sudden confession. She probably did not expect me to say those words. This day was like a rollercoaster ride for her; she reunited with us, finished the first year of her studies, and even learned the shocking truth about my current relationships. 

"You know what I am trying to imply, Sister. But I'll say it again. I love you, Sister." 

As I said that, I put my right hand on her left knee. I then slowly moved my hand further and slid it under her knee-length skirt. I could feel the softness and smoothness of her thigh as my hand went further, and I stopped it a few inches from her hips for me to grope her white thigh lovingly. 

"...I see." Sister muttered in a low volume after she sloughed her head down, which hid her facial expressions with her lustrous, black hair. "You are also after me, huh? Are you really that amorous of a man? Are Mom and Mother not enough for you?" 

"Mom and Mother are more than enough for me, Sister. Being their child is already an absolute honor for me." 

I replied to her, still groping her lap with enjoyment and guilt. She did not seem to be refusing my perverted actions and remained slouching, so I prolonged my grope and continued explaining myself. 

"However, lately, I have been desiring to have you, Sister. When you left, I realized that my love for you was getting stronger and stronger the more I missed you. My familial love for you has gone romantic, to the point of becoming erotic." 

I did not want to make her feel uncomfortable any longer, so I stopped groping her lap and removed my hand from her skin. I dragged myself a little closer to her so I could convey my feelings for her.

"Sister, I really, really love you. I know it might be insensitive, and I apologize for being too hasty. Please become my girlfriend." 

"..."

That was what I said, but Sister did not seem to be fazed at all. She did not move or raise her head. I wanted to see her reaction with my naked eyes, not using my abilities, so I could not see what face she was wearing and had to wait for her to interpret her reaction. 

"Sister...? Are you okay...?" 

Once I asked her that, I thrust my left hand closer to her. My hand grazed her hair, passed it through, and then I held her right cheek. I wanted to see her face, so I used the fingers of my free hand to tenderly sway her hair, moving it past her shoulder. 

"Sister...you..." 

Half of her face became visible, and my heart devastatingly shattered when I took a glimpse of a trail of tears flowing out of her eye. That moment was the very first time I ever saw my brave older sister cry. 

"Sob..." I think you should take a look at

After that, Sister started to convulsively catch her breath, and more tears gushed out of her eyes. Even with that, Sister still had the will to not shed much tears and prevent herself from weeping. 

"What did you do to my daughter, Raphael?!" 

Mother suddenly chimed in and stood up from their seat together with Mom. They approached us and then flanked Sister on both sides to comfort her.

"Did you make her cry?!" Mom said as she was hugging Sister. 

"I am very sorry, Mom! Please, Sister! I did not intend to make you cry!" 

I immediately took out a clean handkerchief from my Inventory and quickly used it to wipe out my sister's tears. Mom and Mother had been constantly trying to calm her down, which they managed to do eventually. 

I must have overdone it again; she must be suffering from mental and emotional damage right now. Let us also not forget that I actually sexually harassed her. After a while, Sister finally stopped shedding tears. 

"Pardon, Sister." I said before gently holding her hands. "Let's stand, can we?" 

With the assistance of our parents, I managed to get Sister up, though she was still slouching and looking down. She cried because of me, so I must refrain from doing things that could potentially hurt my sister again. 

"Sister, I am sorry for everything I have done. I am very sorry for making you cry. You must be tired and unhappy. You should take a rest, physically and mentally. My selfishness hurt you again, and I don't want to make mistakes again. Goodnight, Sister." 

After I intoned my apologetic statement, I turned around and planned to walk out of the room while burdening my guilt. But as I was about to take a step, someone suddenly hugged me from behind, which halted my retreat. 

"...Raphael..." 

"Sister...?" 

Without turning my head, I immediately recognized that it was Sister who embraced me. Of course, the soft pressure on my back was somewhat different from Mom's or Mother's. Then suddenly, Sister slightly tightened the grip of her arms around my torso. 

"Don't look down on me as if I am a crybaby. What happened earlier was just a sudden outburst of emotions. But now, I have calmed down after venting out my frustrations." 

"I'm glad you are feeling better now. And I am very sorry, Sister." 

Sister's way of talking was entirely different from before. Her voice became somewhat gentler and tenderer, unlike her furious approach earlier. But anyway, it probably became much easier for me to converse with her now. 

"...Raphael, I want to talk with you...in private." 

"...How about in my room?"