I— I don’t fucking remember this bit…
If someone could see us from an outside perspective, it was like one of those cheesy films where two lost souls were reunited—better yet, a soldier coming home after the war. Because as soon as Aoi uttered those words, she dropped the broom she was holding before letting out the brightest of smiles and then running in to embrace me with a full-body hug.
And I already know what some of the pervs or men of culture were thinking: the boobs.
While it was true that my older sister had give or take, almost the same size as ma wife's, they weren't able to get into contact with me at that particular moment because we had the wooden box between us—though she couldn't care less about it at the moment.
'And then this happens…'
"Hmm? I— Did I hug you too tight, Sora-kun? Are you— Is there something wrong?"
"..."
"Are you that tired hiking up? We used to just run up and down the mountain when we were kids, right?"
"..."