I looked at my sister, who was waiting for a kiss, and I couldn't do it. It wasn't just because she was my blood-related sibling or that I didn't want to; the truth was, I felt shy, nervous, and embarrassed all at once. I didn't like this feeling because it wasn't like me; my real personality was strong, confident, and alpha-like. But all of that changed since last night, because of that dream – no, it wasn't a dream; I knew those were memories of my past life.
In my past life, I was a guy, just like in this life. It's just that my past world had reversed gender roles and moral values, where guys behaved like girls and girls behaved like boys. I didn't know anymore; all I knew was that my personality was messed up. Now, I was behaving like a sissy. In my first life, I lived for 28 years, and in this life, I was 17 years old. But I clearly remembered my first life's memories as if I had lived them yesterday.
"Sweetheart, what are you thinking?" my big sister asked, breaking my train of thought.
"Nothing..." I stared down at the bed, avoiding her eyes.
"Then, what about the kiss? I'm still waiting," my sister whispered in my ear, making me even more nervous.
"Sis, can we drop the idea of a kiss?" I tried to convince her, because I didn't want to cheat on my girlfriend. In my past life, what I hated the most were scumbag girls who cheated behind their boyfriends' backs. This world had reversed gender roles and moral values, so I didn't want to become like those girls. Or, if I followed my first life's logic, should I not become a whore?
"Why? Don't you want to know the system's name? And why are you blushing so much?" my sister asked, touching my left cheek with her palm.
I looked up to see her face, which had a smile, and her eyes gazing at me with curiosity.
"Fuck! Who's blushing? I'm not blushing," II shouted, slapping her hand away, trying to make her stop touching me. But she didn't budge.
"Exactly how strong is she?" I thought to myself.
"Lucas, you know you're behaving like a girl whose crush is flirting with her," my sister said with a teasing smile playing on her face.
I felt an overwhelming urge to find a hole and bury myself.
"Okay, stop with this nonsense! Come down, Lucas, come down! Be the man of this world! Just ignore your past life's memories," I told myself loudly, trying to ignore those memories. But the more I tried to forget, the more I remembered.
In this life, I didn't have a dad; I didn't even see him. However, in my past life, I had both a mom and a dad – my lovely parents, who loved me and doted on me so much. Here I was, and I died in an accident while car racing with my stupid friends. I never wanted to drive again in this life.
I missed my parents, and tears began to flow from my eyes.
"What happened? You don't have a fever again, right?" She touched my forehead with the back of her palm.
"No, you don't have a fever. Are you hurt somewhere? Tell me," my sister hugged me, while gently stroking my hair.
Should I tell her about my first life's memories? Well, she told me about her system, so maybe she would believe me too.
"I miss my parents," I choked a little, trying to stop my tears.
"You miss Mom? She's sleeping in her room. Do you want me to wake her up?" My sister became puzzled, because she knew I had just met her in the dining room at dinner time.
"No, I'm not talking about Mom," I said, stopping my tears while my sister wiped away my tears with her hand.
"So, what parents are you talking about?" She made me sit between her legs, hugging me from behind, her arms wrapped around my chest, and my back pressing against her boobs.
Not again, I sighed. "Okay, Lucas, don't think anything dirty," I thought out loud in my mind.
"Now, tell me why you cried," my sister buried her face in my neck, inhaling deeply, making me ticklish.
"Hehehehe... stop it! You're tickling me!"
She stopped after a minute, and I started telling her about my past life's memories that came to me last night. I told her about my first life, especially about my family and the world's reversed gender roles and moral values.
"So, you were a girl in your past life?" my sister asked, a creepy smile playing on her face.
"NO, I'M A GUY! Even in my past life," I yelled, with an angry face and looked at her.
"Alright, alright! There's no need to get angry, my dear brother," She gentley patted my head.
"Hmph! Your not paying attention "I pouted, noticing my own actions. Sigh, I'm really behaving like the girls of this world, I thought.
"Of course, I'm paying attention to my little brother," my sister said, rubbing her soft cheek against mine.
"So, you're saying in your past life, you were a boy who behaved like a girl?" my sister asked, trying to stifle her laughter.
"Are you doing this on purpose?"
"Okay, I'm sorry. Let me correct myself. So, you're saying this world has reversed gender roles compared to your first life?" my sister asked, trying to be serious.
"Um..." I nodded.
"Okay! Now, here's a very important question: how are you going to behave – like a girl or a boy?"
"What do you mean, girl or boy?" I felt angry.
"Sorry, I mean which world's boy – your past life or this one?" my sister asked, rubbing my head.
"Why should I behave like a boy? I'm going to be a man of this world! I will become a giga chad," I said, puffing out my chest.
"Hahaha..." My big sister burst into laughter, and I didn't know why.