Принадлежащий:At the beginning of summer when we could hear the sound of cicadas, my older sister Ayame and I were returning home to celebrate the 17th anniversary of our mothers death. The reason I went back to my parents house every year was because of my older sister Ayame. She is a kind and loving older sister who took care of me in place of my mother who passed away at an early age. Although we are both married, I still have special feelings for my girlfriends sister, more than family. Then, on the night after the memorial service, my father, who had a mysterious look on his face, called me and confessed to me that we were not really siblings.