That honey is a madness like love.

"Big sister, I love you." The one whispering love to me is my genuine twin brother—connected by blood, yet not alike at all. Would one call this abnormal? Would one despise this as taboo? Perhaps things cannot continue this way; it could never be permitted—but what if, by some chance, it were allowed? Then surely we would only fall further from there. A younger brother who desires his older sister above all else, an older sister who accepts everything, and a somewhat twisted story involving the unfortunate people of another world.