Overview

When I was a child, my father died in a traffic accident, but my uncle loved me as if he were his own daughter. I suddenly wanted to meet him, so I went to his house and realized that I had special feelings that were different from those I had for my father. However, no matter how much I tried to tempt him, the kind old man would never touch me, and in the end, he forcibly took my lips with me... Our summer was spent wearing yukata, setting off fireworks, eating watermelon, and interacting intensely.