When I was young, my mother ran away from home with another man. My father cried every night, which made me very sad.
Even so, I still behaved at school as usual to let everyone know. did not discover my family's story.
A few years later, my father remarried, and I had a new family, a kind and gentle mother, and an older sister who was a bit of a gamer. a little bit.
I really felt extremely happy. A few years later, I left my hometown and went to study at a university in Tokyo.
Because it was the first time I had to Living alone, my father was very worried, but he was also very proud of me. My mother was the same, that's what made me happiest, but just a few years later, my father passed away.
Today is my father's birthday, so I returned to my hometown. This place still hasn't changed. Seeing that my mother is still healthy, I feel extremely happy that my step-sister has not changed, her room is messy, she is around 30 years old but is still alone, dresses sloppily, is addicted to games, doesn't wear a bra. , wearing socks like an old man... Actually, before, there was a wrong feeling that appeared in my mind.
And to cut off those feelings, I chose to go to Tokyo but When I returned and met her again, those feelings surged again. When I suddenly saw her masturbating in the room, I couldn't stand it anymore! And after that time, I also discovered that she also seemed to have feelings for me, a very wrong feeling. A few days later, I returned to Tokyo, I promised to return next year, to see her again, and maybe the child she had already named ours...
