My Sister’s Ultimate Simp

Wanda Stewart had taken my father's family name, while I, Gerald Lindt, had taken our mother's.

We were twins of opposite genders.

I was born seven minutes earlier than her, making me her legitimate biological elder brother.

No one at school knew this.

It wasn't exactly because our family relationship was complicated.

It was purely because on the first day of school, Wanda had stopped me at the school gate and solemnly enforced some rules.

"Do not call me your sister at school."

"Why not?"

"It'll affect my reputation."

I looked her up and down.

"Do you even have that?"

We even got into a fight after that.

From that day on, we treated each other like strangers in school.

I did everything, including sending her meals, delivering her water bottle, and tidying her study notes, because my mom paid me to do so.

She said that Wanda was of weak health and I should do my duty as her elder brother by taking care of her, especially since she was preparing for a game, which was rather taxing.

She would pay me 20 dollars to deliver breakfast and 30 dollars to accompany her for her morning run.

If I did it for one whole month, I was even promised a bonus.

I tolerated it for money.

It seemed almost too good to be true that Connor was giving me the perfect excuse to stop doing all of this.

I grabbed a pen and signed my name swiftly on the paper.

Connor was stunned.

He didn't expect me to drop Wanda like a hot potato.

His eyes narrowed into slits.

"You won't go back on your word, right?"

"Don't worry."

I handed the letter of guarantee back to him with both hands.

"Only a rascal will go back on his word."

Connor finally grinned at his victory.

He had Horace put the letter of guarantee on the bulletin board, take a photo, and post it online.

The photo was accompanied by a caption: [Someone finally knows his place. A simp should know his boundaries.]

I liked the post and left a comment: [I wish you every success in your confession. May you two have your happily ever after and be stuck with each other forever.]

Ten minutes later, my comment received over 300 sneering emojis in response.

Connor thought I was simply putting up a strong front and came all the way to me to pat me on my shoulders.

"Just cry it out if you're upset. We're all men. No one will laugh at you."

I shook my head and said honestly, "I'm not upset."

My mom had given me 600 dollars this month and put me in charge of all of Wanda's meals every day.

Today was my fifth day doing so.

Now that a third party had forcefully demanded that I stop working, I wouldn't need to return the money to my mom, would I?

I was engrossed in researching domestic labor laws when our homeroom teacher, Amy Schultz, walked in.

She saw the milk on the ground and furrowed her brows.

Connor immediately explained, "Ms. Schultz, Gerald Lindt deliberately spilled his breakfast all over himself to frame me just because Wanda is ignoring him."

My head snapped up.

No, my friend.

He had turned the situation against me faster than when my sister snatched the television remote from me.

Amy looked straight at me.

"Gerald, you've been harassing Wanda for so long. It's about time to stop.

"Wanda will be jointly hosting the school anniversary celebration tomorrow with Connor.

"I forbid you to go backstage or affect their rehearsal."

Connor added in a low voice, "Ms. Schultz, I'm worried he might steal Wanda's clothes again."

Amy’s face darkened.

She confiscated my backstage pass and hurried me off to clean up and stop acting pitiful.

I looked down at the back of my scalded hand.

I didn't know that an apology had the ability to turn back time.

I didn't know it could return the spilled milk back to its cup and make my scalds vanish.

I pulled out my phone and texted my mom.

[Mom, I signed a letter of guarantee and can't send meals to Wanda anymore.

[Going against the letter will affect the school's reputation.

[This is a major issue, and I suggest leaving Wanda to fend for herself from tomorrow night onward.]

My mom was still typing when the bell rang.

Amy pulled my phone away from my hand and locked it in her drawer.

"I'll keep your phone with me for two days. Come get it from me the day after tomorrow during the morning self-study period."

Before my screen turned dark, I managed to catch the first two words of my mom's reply.

[Approved…]

I sat back down in my seat.

Great.

My mom had approved it.

Wanda was still clueless about what was going on.

After returning from her volleyball match tomorrow, not only would she not have her meal delivered to her, but she would also see a "breakup agreement" signed by her beloved brother.

I hoped she would remain strong.

No sister would be able to handle being abandoned by her own brother.