Eating the breakfast I made Oyamakumi 144

The last one

When I was little, there was an older sister who lived four or five years older in the neighborhood and often treated me to juice.

When I'm walking, writing something alone in a park, or singing a silly song I made myself in a back alley, it appears out of nowhere.

"Takashi, do you want some coke?"

The name of the drink has changed a lot, but I think my eyes were shining when I was told that it was cola.

"What, is it okay?"

I've always felt sorry for being a treat, but I can't seem to overcome the temptation of cola.

It's even more so because your sister's house comes out in bottles, not cans.

The older sister always says that she is drinking with a straw.

"Girls will hate you if your ears are dirty, right?"

I didn't want to feel weird, but I silently followed my sister's instructions.

My older sister carefully and gently cleans my ears.

Phew.

Sometimes when I breathe in my ears, it tickles and makes me laugh.

"Don't move!"

The face of the older sister reflected in the mirror is bright red for some reason.

Depending on the season, I feel like my bare thighs are sweating and I want it to end soon.

On that day, from the beginning, I felt something strange about my older sister and I didn't like it.

But I immediately calmed down because there was a nice scent coming from somewhere.

After a while, suddenly, my sister pushed something soft to the side of my face.

I sprang away from my sister and ran away with a dash.

Since then, even if I met my older sister in the city, she never called my name again.

I still don't understand why it became like that, but it must be my fault.

The world is full of compassion and kindness.

I haven 't met you yet.

# seinyooru☆

せにょおるカンパニー