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 stepsister has not changed at all, her room is messy, she is around 30 years old but is still alone, dresses sloppily, is addicted to games, does not 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 here next year, to see her again, and maybe the child she had already named ours...
