You carefully approach and hold out your hand in a peaceful gesture. Your sister cocks her head and slowly lowers her guard, so you move in and begin caressing the soft flesh of her belly. Her skin feels like sunflowers and innocent crime. You give her a hug and look at her face, which is when you realize that she's actually your little sister, she hasn't changed one bit, there are no more creatures hiding underneath that quiet skin but the creature called Love.

Ever since your parents died and left you all alone, you two have shared so many triumphs and failures, mishaps and fortunes. You feel a warm feeling of platonic, brotherly love. No need to complicate it with sex. That could be disastrous. Or is there?

To snuggle and peacefully fall asleep with your sister, go to >>54.
To try kissing your imouto, go to >>56.
To complain about how long and complicated all these branches are getting, go to >>800.