After a while, he gets up from the table, and, muttering “Thank you” under his breath, turns around to leave the kitchen, but I stop by grabbing his hand and turning him around. My sister, who did not expect such an impulse from me, pokes her head into my chest. She is so soft and warm. I feel a burning desire to hold her tighter, to bury my head in my hair, to inhale her scent, but I hold back the impulse, at the same time feeling a certain turmoil from my sensations. It seems to be a completely harmless feeling, but something in it seems strange.

Sister, meanwhile, coming...