Life with my Little Sister

"Phee! Happy Birthday!

"Congratulations, Phee!

"...... hmm. Congratulations."

My sister, Phyllia Crane Putt's birthday, is finally here.

Now Myangel is three years old too.

It's just a small thing for me, my mother and Abel to attend, but the party is in good shape.

It's cheesy and decorative.

Common for kindergarten birthday parties, origami or sparkling ribbons?

One of the things I took the time to do was this.

Too bad it looked crude on the hard work split.

On the table set up in the living room, a mountain of treats.

How dare this be handmade by my mother, Lucica Crane Putt.

Henk, the kitchen manager, rented a cooking place.

My mother was originally a cook lover, so she really looked like she was having fun cooking.

If I could, I wanted to make something for you too...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ha, ha! Lots of crap! Phew, I love it!

Your sister's eyes are sparkling.

This girl likes to eat.

Play well, eat well, sleep well, laugh well.

It's healthy and I think it's pretty good.

"Did you make this?

"Right? For my favorite Phee, because I worked so hard!

My mother hugging her beloved daughter with a cunt.

My mother is the only one, other than me, who keeps her body and sleeps.

So Fee also looks less than full.

"Fee, the food your mother cooked, it's delicious. Want some?"

"Ugh... Ugh! Hehe...!

Is it your child who is holding the spoon and fork with his left and right hands?

It's good because it suits you.

"Phew, tattoo! I'll have it!

My Sister, who greets me well.

Before and after eating, thank you properly.

This is what my mother did to me.

"Yum......! Yum, yum, yum! Phew, I love it!

"Yeah. I think so too, but why don't you tell your mother...?

My mother's rice was flavored like a child.

Maybe that's what I made it because today is a special day.

But I can see that I care about mixing vegetables properly, together, and nutrition.

And then I feel that the overall atmosphere somehow resembles the dishes of my grandmother Dorothea, who lives in Cyril.

"Mom, it's delicious."

When I said so, My Mother smiled full face.

These expressions are the real mother of Boulder Fee. Very similar.

"Ah, already! The truth is, every day, your mother wants to make it for Al and Phee!

Twenty-one years old with swollen cheeks.

Well, you look like a teenager, and it's not unacceptable.

"Fee, delicious?

"Phew, hey!

"Yes, good. That's delicious!

That's a weird takeover...

Though it seems we can communicate our intentions.

Well, but my mother's cooking was very warm.

I'm sure it was worth more than the good taste.

Abel is also eating silently.

Quiet stuff.

Eating. You just seem to be concentrating on that.

Eventually, her sister finished her meal.

I obviously eat a lot more than I normally do.

That must have been delicious.

"Phew, I'm hungry!

He smiled like a day.

Mother seems happy with the way it is.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

And then my angel, who ran, hugs me.

When I had suffered from eating too much before, I rubbed her stomach and since then it has become a huge favorite.

After that, on the day I ate well, I was forced to stroke it.

"There you go, Fee, Sassu!"

"Chan! Phew, I'm so hungry! Sukiyasu!

Mm-hmm.

If it looks like this, do you manage to get dessert in too?

If you can't, I don't care if it's after tomorrow.

I rang my fingers with my pussy.

Then there's the shadow coming into the birthday venue.

"Yes, it's a cake. Sounds delicious, huh? I wanted to eat, too."

Place the cake before Mia cuts it apart in the center of the table.

She also wanted to attend a birthday party, but Mia is a Bailefeld servant, not a Crane Putt family member.

So I don't have time to participate.

But in between, he brings me dishes, drinks, and more.

"To... to...! Phew, I am...! This, Keikiki...!

A faint and trembling sister.

Yeah. Then you know.

You left at my fifth birthday party.

It's always been a tiny one.

Fee found out about the cake then and became fond of it.

He was eating so deliciously that he gave him my share.

"Hehehe...... That cake, for Phee's sake, was prepared by Al?

"To...?

"Yeah."

"Keiki...... Phew's?

"Yeah."

"Just Phew, something...?

No, I'll split that up with your mother and Abel, too.

I'll cut her off and I'll take the lead.

Strawberry shortcake. A whole one-hole.

It's about seven in size, so there should be about eight servings.

A little too much, but I was excited by the emphasis on appearance.

"If this were the case, I'd be eaten by Pelo."

Fuh!?

What are you talking about, my mother?

"...... hmm. Unleash Limits."

Master, if you think I've finally spoken.

"Phew! Ta-da! Phew, Keiki Suki! Much better! I like it!

I was so hungry just now...

Horror is a woman's obsession.

I'm not sure I'm going to eat it all up...

I asked Henk's old man to give me room to save the extra cake in the kitchen...

I was flabbergasted.

I was willing to give Fee a "ahem," but it was full.

Another planned action, 'I'll wipe the cream around your mouth', could be accomplished...

"It's not enough! Thank you, Keiki! Chiu!"

I was kissed.

It was worth the gift, though it was a bit of a pastry.

"Hehe...! Phew, you can do better than that, mix it up! - Oh, shit!

Right or right.

I'm glad you're happy, and so am I.

But, MySister. Birthdays are something with another eyeball.

It's a gift.

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Whatever, it's not food or toys......

Took me a while to prepare, but it's almost a self-satisfying substitute.

"Hey, this? Phew, no kidding!

Prepare to be slashed and thrown away.

I've never been told that by Fee.

I offered my sister a present when she turned three.