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“Do you want to ride in the back?”

“Yes. I think it should be like that.”

“… … .”

Today is Yerim’s practical exam day.

As you know, the competition rate for music schools is so high that it is no exaggeration to say that it is 1:100, so it requires considerable talent, practice, and effort.

The major that Yerim is aiming for is piano, which is widely known.

Perhaps because of her older sister’s success as a pianist, Yerim’s mental pressure is, needless to say, considerable.

Of course, the older sister did not force Yerim to go to music school.

I just decided on my dream because I was fascinated by watching my mom play the piano.

“What about the dress?”

“Because it was non-face-to-face, I just wore a dress.”

“Ah, that’s why you wore it.”

“Phew… .”

Yerim is seen nervously holding her sister’s hand tightly.

I could see how nervous he was, so I didn’t bother talking to him.

I guess I’m especially nervous because it’s the school I want to go to the most.

“Mom… .”

“Huh?”

“I feel like throwing up.”

“Is there a restroom nearby?”

“I think I should just go into the shopping district.”

“Okay.”

After stopping the car, the mother and daughter hurried into the building’s bathroom.

When I enlisted, I pretended like nothing was wrong, but then I threw up a lot.

I wonder if Yerim’s feelings are the same as those feelings back then.

It is possible to re-enlist after being discharged, but it must be at least a year to re-enlist, so it is not a problem that I can think about.

I guess I should at least buy some fire extinguishing medication from the convenience store.

“Are you here?”

“Yes.”

“Drink this.”

“Thank you… .”

After barely regaining my energy, I set off for the exam center.

I guess my hand habits were inherited, too, as I kept fiddling with my older sister’s hands.

“Take a deep breath. Even if I make a mistake, I naturally pretend I didn’t make a mistake.”

“Yes… .”

“Yerim.”

“Yes?”

“… … Cheer up.”

“… … .”

Before entering the waiting room.

Since no words can stop the person concerned, I chose my words as carefully as possible.

“Uncle.”

“Yes.”

“Hold my hand.”

“… Yes.”

His hands are so soft you wouldn’t believe they were used to play the piano.

But the trembling and anxiety that never stopped.

Yerim must prove her skills through this test.

“I started it because I liked it. You can do it.”

“… … Yes.”

After hugging my sister again, I entered the exam room.

One good thing is that it is in the early stages.

In some ways, it’s not good because you have to concentrate on listening in the beginning, but in other ways, it’s also an opportunity to appeal the best.

All that’s left now is to hope that you can show off your skills to the fullest.

“What do you think of the song?”

“Paganini Caprice and… There was one designated song, but I forgot.”

“What did your sister see?”

“Yes.”

Paganini Caprice No. 24.

It is a devil’s song that anyone who has played music at all knows, and is a regular entrance exam song.

Because it is a piano, the level of difficulty itself is easier than that of the violin, but it is also difficult because you have to keep its unique crazy feeling alive.

Even though I don’t know anything, I found out thanks to my older sister.

“You should do well… .”

“Sure.”

My sister and I entered the cafe and sat next to each other for the first time in a long time.

A sister with short hair slicked back that matches her age.

After 19 years as a mother of one child, she also showed signs of skill.

“How stressed the child was. I often scream.”

“Your sister was like that too.”

“Me? What?”

“I hit it well every day and then hit it with a bang.”

“I did that… Me?”

“I don’t remember the original perpetrator.”

Thanks to this, the lifespan of the unfair victim, the piano, was shortened.

It’s been a long time since I threw it away now.

My older sister cleared her throat as if she were embarrassed and changed the topic.

“That’s right. Thank you recently.”

“Why?”

“Yerim said he would take me to school.”

“Ah… Well, that’s right.”

Because I promised to take responsibility.

As Yerim’s father.

“Your hands are still beautiful.”

“Of course. I managed it.”

Not just hands.

I’m not old, I’ve changed.

From a bright and cheerful young man to a calm and alluring beauty.

To me, he looks young enough to be considered still in his early 30s.

“Ah… that. I saw the maid uniform. Yerim is big.”

“What… ? Did you see Yerim wearing a maid uniform?”

“No, that’s not it… just. Because I wore it at school.”

Actually, I saw him wearing it in person, but I didn’t bother to tell him because I thought it would cause a lot of trouble.

“Ah… Hey, he says that… .”

“You suck?”

“Of course. It’s been 3 years since I wore it.”

“Has it been that long?”

“Okay… You idiot.”

“Family… .”

“I don’t know. Because all I had was washed clothes.”

“Thank goodness.”

♠

About 5 years before I met Yerim.

The night my brother-in-law went on a business trip and Yerim went to a retreat. A story about when I had a drink with my sister after a long time.

A glass of wine that I drank to set the mood after meeting for the first time in a while instantly reawakened the feelings I had sorted out for a while.

“… Is it fun?”

“What?”

“Get married… Raising a child… Something like that.”

“It’s fun. As I grow older day by day, I think of myself as a real mother… It’s also fun to imagine what will happen to this child later… .”

“What is your night life like?”

“… Night life?”

“Is your brother-in-law treating you well? Even though I know it.”

Normally, I don’t want to ask about things like this, but I’m still curious.

If the answer is that I liked it better, there is nothing worse than that.

“… … I don’t know.”

“I guess I’m not good at it.”

“No. Something like that… .”

“Why isn’t it my sister’s style?”

“It’s not like that… I don’t know.”

“Huh? What do you not know?”

“After Yerim entered school… Because I didn’t do it.”

“Ah… okay… ?”

The couple Geum-seul seemed to like each other, but maybe they were just platonic?

That’s why the sexy appearance from back then has disappeared.

“Totally mom.”

“That’s right… .”

But it’s a waste to keep it like this.

I didn’t want to leave the woman’s sexual desire, which had been boiling since her late 30s, in this pitiful state.

My brother-in-law may not know, but I still see my sister as a woman.

I don’t understand why it’s sexless even though I’m wearing such a tight dress.

“Sister.”

“Yes… ?”

In a relaxed mood, I sat on the sofa and watched a movie.

Today, I only did romantic movies.

Naturally, I placed my hand on my older sister’s thin waist.

You shouldn’t do this.

My sister already has a husband.

“Are you happy to see me after a long time?”

“… … Yes.”

My older sister does not reject me even when I touch her with my other hand.

My older sister also leaned her head on my shoulder, as if matching the rhythm.

The smell of good perfume tickles my nose.

“Smells good. What perfume is it?”

“This… Pheromone perfume.”

“Why pheromone perfume?”

“Well, just… I wondered if it would work… There wasn’t one.”

“Aha.”

A pheromone perfume known to be effective in attracting the opposite sex by stimulating female or male hormones.

Of course, there are some perfumes that are really effective, but most of them do not take effect right away when you spray them on.

It only works if you have a crush on that person.

“For me… I think it’s effective.”

“What are you saying… .”

“No. Really.”

Actually, I don’t know if this feeling is due to the pheromone perfume.

However, I was filled with the desire to hug my sister whom I had not seen in a long time.

My love is not over yet.

“Wait a minute… I’m now 40 years old… .”

“It doesn’t matter because we are the same age.”

“That’s the problem──”

I covered my mouth with my lips as I made excuses.

I pressed my butt against the remote control, and the TV’s volume became louder.

Naturally, my hand went up, caressed my sister, and laid her down.

“Now, excuse me for a moment… Make it real… ?”

“If my sister says no, I won’t do it.”

“No.”

“… … .”

This is what I said.

I took my hand off my chest and sat down quietly.

“Phew… .”

My sister’s dress is disheveled and her breasts are slightly visible.

After seeing what I was seeing, she rearranged her clothes to cover her chest.

My ears were noisy, so I turned the volume down again.

“No, you were surprised… .”

“Sorry… .”

While there was an awkward silence, a sex scene between the two main characters appeared on TV.

Due to the circumstances, I, who normally don’t get an erection after watching such movies, got a full-on this time.

“I’m going.”

“Already?”

“Yes.”

I must have finished drinking. I got up from my seat.

My older sister came to the front door to meet me.

“See you again.”

“Yes.”

“… !”

Forgetting about my erection, I hugged my sister as usual.

I pressed my sister’s lower abdomen.

“… … Let’s go like this?”

“Ah… It will sink as you go. My sister said I couldn’t do it.”

“… … Hand.”

“What… ?”

“If it’s okay to use it by hand… that… … .”

Of course it was impossible.

The daughter-in-law started with her hands, went to her mouth, and eventually we crossed the line once again.

“He said let’s stop… They said no… !”

“Sorry, Miang, Haeet… !”

My older sister’s pussy was still fresh after being fucked for the first time in a long time.

It’s so tight that it’s hard to believe she’s already given birth once.

On the sofa that had just failed, I fucked my older sister.

“Good… ?”

“Ugh, huh… !”

“I wonder if it’s good because it’s been a while… !”

“Good, ah… !”

My cock, which I had never used with anyone other than my sister, was freed and I felt my pussy to my heart’s content.

“Sister… better… !”

“Outside… Outside… !”

“Ugh!”

As soon as I stopped the violent movement and pulled out the dick, semen poured out.

Semen flowed down onto the buttocks where the skirt was lifted.

The cock that had been inserted into her vagina for the first time in over ten years had no intention of sinking.

“Ha… ha… .”

While my sister went to get tissues, I sat on the sofa and felt guilty.

In the space where the whole family sat and enjoyed, I attacked my older sister again.

Now I have to sort things out slowly.

I’m way past my age.

My heart still longs for my sister.

“Toilet paper.”

“… … Why are your clothes like that?”

When I said that it was taking a long time, my sister came out wearing a maid outfit and some tissues.

The eyes of a depraved woman who couldn’t possibly be in her 30s were staring at my dick.

“Once… I wanted to try it on. How about it?”

“… Being pretty isn’t the problem… When did you buy it?”

“Recently… Like perfume… How about it?”

“… … Didn’t you forget your sister too?”

“What?”

“What is it?”

“What?!”

He said, pulling on his sister’s frill.

“Being called upon by me.”

“… … .”

“Call me master once.”

“Owner… You’re… .”

It’s been a while since I heard him call me my master, and I poured it out to my sister all night long.

Even though my pussy was red, bloodshot and swollen, I didn’t stop.

“Ha… Ugh… .”

“Sister… If it’s sexless… From now on, only stick to me. Got it?”

“Yes, yes… !”

Of course, after that, there was no need to use that maid uniform again.

♠

“Sister.”

“Huh?”

“… No.”

For a moment, I made eye contact with my sister. This is a cafe.

I stopped because it was still too early to say that Yerim was my daughter.

“It’s time to come out.”

“Sure.”

About two hours later, I finally got a call from Yerim.

When I was told to wait in front of the car, I ran to the parking lot.

“Mom… .”

“Good job.”

Yerim cried and hugged her sister.

My sister didn’t ask what happened, she just patted Yerim.

Yerim said to me as well, stroking her head.

“You really worked hard.”

“Yes… .”

The entrance exam results will come out later.

Now, what was more important was the fact that Yerim had stepped up as an adult.