Chapter 30: Chapter 28: First Day Of Summer Break

High temperature, raging sun, blazing hot air, low percentage of wind, a break for students, a break for teachers and finally, fun for all. All of those elements make up summer/summer break.

Today isn't an exception. Even with my window open, I can still feel the heat. It's nothing I can't handle so it's alright.

Although one could say this break is just a weekend right now as it's only the first day, just the thought of having another 2 months ahead of me makes me feel happy and relaxed. 

But now that I have all this time and freedom, what do I do?

I turn to my left, stare at my desk and sit up. I look at the roof, thinking about what I normally do when I'm bored. Play games, lay down, look outside. Nothing seems amusing. 

I fall against my pillow and sigh. 

Bored once again, I look out the window. 

Today really isn't a bad day. This isn't the worse thing ever and the sun isn't too bright despite it being 10:00 AM.

Talking about 10:00, another great thing about summer break is how you can sleep in every single day.

My occupied mind is interrupted when Onee-chan suddenly barges in.

"Haru, let's go outside!" 

"E-eh?" I let out by the peculiar entrance. "Outside?"

"Yeah! It's summer and there is no school, let's go out!"

"Sure, I guess." I have nothing better to do so why not.

 

When you're outside, you notice things you don't necessarily find while inside. For example, the heat. It really is quite hot. I'd expect nothing less from Natsu-san.  *AN: Natsu=summer*

"What do you want to do, Haru?" 

"I'm not sure. Whatever you want to do, I guess."

"Hmm~ Ah! Okay, let's go!" She grabs my hand and pulls me along with her as she runs to someplace ahead of us.

I don't know where she's taking me, but I guess it doesn't really matter.

After a couple of minutes, we stop in front of this ice cream truck situated in the middle of this park.

"Let's get some ice cream, Haru!"

"Sure." Ice cream + a hot day = great.

I reach my hands into my pockets and find nothing. It's empty.

"Don't worry about money, Haru. It's my treat."

"Your treat?" I look up at her. 

"Mm, think of it as me paying you back for having sex and stuff with me."

"Eh? Why would you need to pay me back for that?"

"Well... I'm not sure. You... might just be forcing yourself, that's probably why. I don't know..." She looks down at the ground, almost surprised by her own words. 

"I'm not forcing myself. I do it because I want to do it. You shouldn't worry about it, Onee-chan." I gesture her to crouch down and gently pat her head. "If anything, I'm worried you're forcing yourself to do it with me."

Her eyes widen and soon after, she starts laughing. "I see, I see! So, I presume we're both doing this because we want to?"

"Well, yes. If you're not forcing yourself, then yeah."

"Don't worry, I'm not. Okay!" She sticks her pinky out. "Then, let's make another promise. We have to tell the other person if we don't want to do something."

"Okay, deal." Interlocking the smallest fingers on our hand with each other, a promise was formed between us. It was by no means the first promise we've ever made. 

In these short 14-and-a-half years of my life, I've made many promises with Onee-chan. Luckily, I've never had to break them.

"It's mostly for you because I pretty much won't ever refuse." She adds, smirking while sending a wink my way.

My mind goes elsewhere as I imagine those last words. 'It's mostly for you because I pretty won't ever refuse'. I swallow.

"Let's go, Haru!" She grabs my hand and we walk up to the truck.

I need to calm down. Like for real.

 

"I'll have one strawberry cone." She tells the woman inside the truck through the open side window. "What do you want to get, Haru?" She turns to me. 

"Ahh, um, vanilla I guess then... Please."

"One, strawberry, one vanilla, coming right up!" She gives us a wink. 

I giggle. She seems to be pretty cool. 

After about a minute, she hands us our cones. "Here you go." She smiles. Wow, that was fast. 

"Thank you." We both say, and Onee-chan grabs hers and I grab mine. "How mu-" Onee-chan reaches into her pocket to grab the money but is interrupted. 

"Are you guys siblings?"

We look at her, surprised by the sudden question. "Yes," Onee-chan says, and the lady smiles in response. 

"I see. That'll be 200 yen." 

"200? But it says that each cone is 200-"

"A discount. A sibling discount to be exact." She winks.

"Discount? Why?"

The lady smiles bitterly, reminiscing something from the past.

"I... had a younger brother myself." She lowers her gaze a little but somehow manages to reach my eyes. Am I that short? "I loved him very much. It felt like everything in my life revolved around him... But then... last year... He passed away."

Our mouths widen in shock. I freeze, and I feel my cone almost slip out of my hand- but I manage to get my grip back in an instant.

She must have suffered a lot. It probably took her many many weeks or even months to recover from his death.

"I'm sorry for your loss..." Says Onee-chan softly, looking down.

"It's alright. It's already been years now. I do think about him from time to time, but I've gotten much better now."

Onee-chan takes 300 yen out of her hand and places it on the counter in front of the lady.

"That's 100 yen too much." As she's about hand back 100 yen, Onee-chan stops her. 

"Please keep it. I'll feel guilty if you don't keep it."

"Is it cause of my story? You don't have to worry-"

"I have a younger brother that I love very much myself so I understand your pain... up to some point." She glances at me with a smile that has a mix of happiness and sadness. Happiness that probably sprouted from me still here and the sadness from the thought of me being gone- it could have been me. "Just think of this as a 'polite' tip." *AN: Apparently it's rude to give tips in japan because you think they're poor/not getting paid enough or something.*

"I can't accept it." The lady shakes her head, her long black hair swaying from side to side. 

"...A two hundred yen discount is too much, you know. When you get discounts, it's usually 100 yen cheaper, not 200." Onee-chan is almost desperate at this point. She's now using the cards she was hiding before.

"...Okay, fine..." Well, this is quite new. I never knew Onee-chan was so good at negotiating. 

Onee-chan smiles at the lady and removes the hand that was stopping her from handing back the hundred yen coin. After putting our money in the cash register, she looks back at us with a smile. "Enjoy!" A huge one. 

After giving her one ourselves, we bid her goodbye and walk towards the nearest bench- that happened to be not too far from the ice cream lady- and take a seat. 

Licking our ice creams, we both stare and watch one place- that ice cream truck. 

"Oh~ This is good!" I exclaim and Onee-chan nods in agreement. Probably the best I've had in a long while. The light but cold vanilla taste fills your mouth and then the soft, sugary ice cream almost melts in your mouth.

My legs get tapped twice and I turn towards the direction of it and see Onee-chan licking the side of the cream while looking down at it. She moves to the other side and the middle of it. This reminds of a certain something she does to me alot. It's starts with a 'B' and ends with 'Job'.

After that, we go right back to looking at the lady. A customer appeared. Even though someone important to her passed away, she still has a big smile on her face. Behind that smile, she must be suffering, but she never shows it.

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"She sure is strong, huh." I accidentally let out.

"Yeah, she is." The lady hands 3 cones out to a family. That same smile I was just thinking about still there, not showing any signs of disappearing anytime soon. "Women are strong, you know."

I turn my head away from the lady and turn it to Onee-chan. "Really?"

"Yup. Some are physically strong while most are mentally strong." She looks up at the light blue sky. I do the same. 

For some reason, I notice the beauty of the sky. Before, I just stared up at it, my mind blank. But in this moment, the only word that comes to mind is 'Peace'. This is what peace feels like. 

The 'peace' all those teachers always talk about, the 'peace' all those married couples are looking to find and feel. They're probably jealous of me right now. I giggle at my own little joke.

But now the question is, why do I feel like this right now? Is it because I'm with Onee-chan?

"Hmm~ Are you strong, Onee-chan?"

"Huh?" She turns to me and tugs at one of my cheeks with one of her hands with little force behind it. "Are you saying I'm weak?" She asks, puffing her cheeks while narrowing her eyes, almost looking a little offending... but not really- almost like she's trying to seem like she's offended. Meaning, she isn't.

"No."

She lets go. "What do you think? Am I strong... or am I weak?"

"Eh? Um... I think you're..." Images of the past invade my mind. The last image is of a time long, long ago. It was after school. I was playing at the park when these girls came and bullied me for looking like a girl... and then, she came. Onee-chan came and stopped them. She got hurt by the girls a little but she still protected me. "You're strong," I say, smiling fondly.

"I see. Thanks. Now, am I mentally strong or physically?"

"Huh? Ahhh~ Both?" 

"Hmm~" She narrows her eyes and stares into my eyes. 

After a couple of seconds, I coincide. "You're strong in both aspects!" 

"Hehe, thanks." She smiles cheerfully. "Anyways, let me try your ice cream, Haru." 

"Sure." I bring my ice cream over to her and she leans in, tucks loose hair behind her ear, closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out, licking the ice cream from the base all the way to the top. I flush a little as I'm once again reminded of her amazing blowjobs.

"What's wrong, Haru? Are you getting excited? Fufufu~" She stops and smirks smugly, still leaning down. I feel like someone may misunderstand what's going on right now. "Too bad~ Not out here. We can do it later, If. You. Want." She winks, seductively. 

She moves back and looks at me, her cone in front of her. "Here. You can have some too." I giggle a little. "What's so funny?" She pouts.

"We used to do this a lot when we were younger, didn't we." 'Trading'- or so we called it back in the day.

"Indeed we did." She smiles.

Out of the corner of my eyes, notice something pink sliding down her hand. Immediately, my brain realizes what it is and leans forward towards it.

Sticking my tongue out, I lick down the middle of her knuckles all the way down to a little below her wrist, the cold but sweet flavors of her frozen cream enter my mouth.

"Pretty good," I mumble, moving back. When I look at her, I notice hints of red on her cheeks. Confused, I tilt my head sideways. "What's wrong?" 

"N-nothing..." 

Just as I go back to enjoying my own ice cream, I hear soft giggling sounds coming from the same place I turned my head away from. 

"That was kinda hot." She says, grinning. 

"Hot?"

"Sexy, pretty. Stuff like that."

Thanks to Souma, I already know what she means. Sigh, that kid. He's always saying 'she's hot' or anything similar to that.

"I know that part, but, what was hot?" Did she mean the temperature outside? 

She licks the melted ice cream dripping from the top off and continues, "When you licked my hand like that."

"...I did that... didn't I..." The thing I did by... instinct(?) turned out to be something I'm now mildly embarrassed about.

"Yup!" She brings her cone once again closer to me, almost handing it to me. 

"You want me to lick you again?" I tilt my head sideways.

"No!- I mean, I guess, but not right now!"

"Then?"

"We weren't able to 'trade' properly before so now I'm allowing the honor of trying of my ice cream..."

"Honor?" I smirk, trying to hold back my laughter. Can't say it's very easy. My cheeks puff up in my attempt to control myself.

Her face turns bright red in such a way, I feel like pinning her down against the bench this very second and while some questionable things.

Puffing her cheeks, she continues to further explain herself. "Ugh! What I'm saying is that... I want you to lick my ice cream." Gulp. Why do I feel like those 8 words have a different meaning to them?  Is it just me? 

Her ice cream being a bright pink doesn't help anything- it only makes me misunderstand her intentions even further. The bright pink of course reminds me of certain somewhere on her lower body.

After licking it, telling her how it tasted good and finishing our ice creams, we got up and walk to that same stand. 

"Hello- Oh~ Welcome back, I guess?" A smile forms on her mouth.

 

We're in front of our door. Onee-chan is rustling through her pockets, looking for her keys. "I think I lost my keys..." She suddenly says.

"Huh?"

"No, I might have not brought it at all..." She places her index finger horizontally under her chin, thinking deeply.

"Eh? Can't we just knock?"

"But Mom said she won't be here. Dad got called to fill in for his co-worker,"

"Does that mean..." 

"Yeah. We're stuck out he-"

"Lucky me. I brought my keys just in case." I pull my key out of my right pocket. 

"Eh...?"

She stood there frozen, watching me as I open the door. "Are you coming, Onee-chan?"

After blinking a couple of times, she follows behind me. "Tch! Forgot about that..." She mumbles quietly, biting the edge of her thumbs nail.

"I'm back~" I enter, taking my shoes off and Onee-chan does the same.

"Welcome back~" Both of our parents call from the kitchen. I'm taken aback a little by their voices. I thought they weren't home.

I secretly glance over at Onee-chan, confused. It seems she hasn't noticed my stare. For some reason, she's looking a little disappointed. 

Entering the kitchen, we hand the ice creams in our hands to our parents. After we got up from that bench, Onee-chan got two more for our parents.

"Perfect! I was dying in here!" Dad exclaims.

"This is good. Where did you get this from?" Asks mom.

"from this vendor in the park," I tell her.

"Really?" Her eyes widen in surprise. And yeah, I understand where the surprise is coming from. "This must have cost you a lot-"

"It's alright. We were just using our allowance. Plus, me and Haru split the bill."

"I see. Well, Thank you then." She smiles softly at us.

The both of us leave the kitchen, leaving mom and dad alone in there. But, as we reach the door, we accidentally bump into each other. As we do, I feel something metallic in her pocket... almost like a key.

...Could it be she lied because she wanted to be with me for a little longer?

Nah, no way.

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