The second bell was the fact that our grandfather is unique. Perversion, one might even say. Sometimes he took me to a toy store, where, like, an ordinary grandfather gave me to admire various cool toys. Well, for now.
There is only one feature.
And it's not like I have an older brother.
No, it's just that if at the beginning grandfather could easily and enthusiastically chat about robots, other fantastic stuff, like the same gundams, then later he switched to more humanoid things. Dolls, for example.
The most ordinary dolls that you can pick up dresses, comb your hair, and so on.
At first, he hid behind the fact that he had a granddaughter, but the screen quickly fell down. I didn't like toys, I got out of the habit of them, I can't imagine how and what to do with them, but ... but! My grandfather had other thoughts on this matter.
- Look, Issei, you can take off her clothes and see her tits.
Yes, in principle, the reason for visiting the department with dolls in the store.
In general, the same thing happened at my grandfather's house.
He didn't have any dolls… In the usual sense, but the figures of different tyanok - this stuff is piled up. He was still bragging, the old pervert! Yes, he could talk all day about the tits of this or that plastic lady in his collection!
Is this what is needed for a child? But it looks like my brother was a little... ren on all these arguments, he just played with his grandfather and listened to his instructions. Well, of course, you can spend time with your grandfather and it seems even fun if you plunge into childhood.
This works until the boob ballad begins.
I feel inferior at such moments.
Well, really, he talks about them so much that kapets, the old pervert! The situation is saved by the grandmother. Only she can distract him, but... what can I say if they have been living soul to soul for so many years? It works, but so-so.
And my grandfather sometimes showed magazines with half-naked women.
I... I... I really don't understand. How is it? What kind of perverted old man? Is it possible to do this with children? If someone else were here, I would definitely say that either sexual maniacs or perverts will grow out of such children, as a last resort.
I'm afraid if my childish plastic psyche gives in, then... it's logical that it's easier for me to look at naked girls, just because we'll be in the same locker room.
But... God forbid!
Although not as dangerous as doing it to a guy. Almost imperceptibly. Until I also start talking about boobs... it seems that in Japan, among schoolgirls, this is not considered something special. It will be quite possible to discuss the size and quality of friends ... damn it! Is it contagious?!
That's the grandfather!
He loves a woman's body, even too zealously. Either to be ashamed, or to be proud of such an active grandfather.
Yeah… Burn with shame?
But Grandfather… My grandfather is still a joker. I even looked at my women in a magazine, and then I gave this:
- Chika-chan, if you have less, I will give you up.
I've seen enough of my women, and the claims are mine!
— Do you think you're telling a child?! - grandma joined in.
- Exactly! She's still growing… At least, like her, - grandfather pointed to the indignant grandmother. Her size is also large.
Yes ep!
Did he choose his wife on purpose?
I don't even know whether to cry or laugh.
It was lucky that this time the parents managed faster. I didn't have to stay in the company of an elderly pervert for a long time, just a couple of days. Just… Just.
Oddly enough, but our parents are normal. Ordinary, you might say, but... there are a couple of quirks here. My father did not pass on his grandfather's hobby, or he skillfully hides it, but he is ready to blow dust off us, his children.
It feels like we are not just welcome kids, but just super-mega-God-given babies for a righteous life.
And the two of them look after us, in many ways, just an ideal family, I would say. The father, returning after work, even if not physically difficult, but mentally, but always finds time for the kids. Thus giving Mom time.
Quiet and smooth in our family, except for the crazy grandfather. Even the city is very quiet, the school in general is also nothing like that.
Yes, I don't really communicate with them, even with girls, then it will be a lesson to my grandfather… But no, actually, it's not because of him. Well, it's impossible to start communicating with the little ones if you can't understand what's going on and what they want. My brain has shrunk, but not to the extent that I'm a one hundred percent child!
And then...
This… A manifestation of higher powers?
Somehow definitely describe the life of a small snot, well, monotonous. You won't be able to say much.
The fact that a girl Irina lives nearby added oil to the fire. In principle, a normal female name, even for the Japanese, nothing strange.
The matter is different.
Either Issei doesn't take her seriously, or he's just an indecisive fool, but they're friends. Not as a boy and a girl, but as a boy and a boy. Where is Hyodo's spirit? Where are grandfather's endless stories about boobs, about the importance of even the female body, even if only the anatomical name comes from boobs?
Even the most unpleasant. Well, chest and chest, why mumble?
But they're kids.
And Irishka looks like a boy, even dresses like that, in general, these two are not like water.
If we were in some strange comedy work, then surely she will grow up and fall in love with him. What about without a love line with a childhood friend? And for more drama, she needs to leave, so that she remains in memory as a boy.
Who else is needed for the stamp? A school idol? Some cold cutie? Moe-steshnyasha? Genki?
And in addition, make a harem with etty elements out of it.
In our case, everything is already somehow frank. Usually no one talks there except by hints, and then "tits" fly right from the threshold. Like everything... not right.
Life is like that.
It's not really important. Where is Issei, and where are the naked women? That's it, far and far away.
These two friends, of course, then hung out with us, then at Irishka's house. Such shebutnye, very often got in the way, and if I got bored, then I just looked at them from the side. Of course, it couldn't have been that easy, they wanted to drag me into this nonsense too!
Basically, Irishka, my brother is already used to my snags.
She also brought me to her, of course, together with her brother.
What struck me most was not the fact that Issei did not suspect something was wrong, because his best friend responds to "Irina", but a little different. Such a healthy drin in the house. It would be fine, we were in the countryside, and they are shepherds… So no, we are in a completely modern city at the moment, and the drin is metal. The sword is. And a big one. And strange.
Well, who keeps this at home now? They don't look like antique dealers or collectors, but there is a retro stick-killer.
Irishka generally said that her father's bandura and what it is needed for cannot say.
She's more interested in games now. Then in the console, then just hang somewhere. That's childhood.
So that's what I'm getting at? Irishka's family is very suspicious, but they look normal, so I was wary. Maybe her father is some kind of avenger who crushes criminals at night with a sword? My father also looks like a typical office employee, and what kind of youth did he have…
I don't even know if it's lucky or not, but Irina's family has moved out.
After that, I wanted to knock on wood and spit.
She left.
But she will come back, a childhood friend. Exactly to the delight of our grandfather with big tits.
Br-r-r... it shouldn't bother me.
In the end, the police did not bother anyone, so it can be assumed that they did not move because of the wet sword.
