One morning, Sora Hashima woke up to find his aunt sleeping naked next to him. This might sound like the start to a horror story, but Sora was fourteen years old and his aunt sleeping naked next to him was sixteen—only two years’ difference.
Shiori Hashima, his aunt by two years (although they were three school years apart due to their birthdays), was renowned for her beauty at the high school she attended. She was a dead ringer for her sister Chihiro back when she was in high school, but unlike Chihiro’s, her breasts were average. Much like her sister, however, Shiori was intelligent, athletic, and perfect with household chores and cooking. She was gentle and mild-mannered, but strong at the core and dependable, and as a second-year in high school, she was head of the student council.
She was, of course, extremely popular, subject to confessions of love from countless boys and girls over the years, but she turned them all down—always telling them “I’m in love with my younger brother,” apparently. It was a real pain in the ass, Sora thought. He wasn’t even her brother anyway.
He had seen her naked a million times; it elicited no emotion from him at all, so he laid his hands on her soft chest and stomach and pushed hard. Shiori promptly rolled off the bed, taking the comforter with her.
“Gehh…” She groaned like a toad as she woke up. “You’re so mean, Sora…”
She frowned at him, eyes welling up, but Sora just stared coldly back.
“No I’m not. Why are you sleeping in other people’s beds?”
“Umm, I was licking your boobs while you were sleeping, and I guess I fell asleep myself.”
“You maniac!”
Sora threw a pillow with all his might. Shiori nimbly caught it with one hand. It wasn’t that Sora was some kind of weakling—Shiori just had incredible physical skills.
“Ugh…”
With a frustrated groan, Sora put a hand up to check his nipples. They were slightly damp, and the buttons on his pajama top were undone. He had been sleeping too soundly to notice, and that was his downfall.
This aunt of his had the weirdest fetish for licking his nipples. According to her parents, she used to go after the breasts of pretty much everyone in her life, but by the time Sora reached elementary school, she became exclusively a nephew-nipple hunter, longing for his exclusively.
“This pillow smells like you, Sora…” Shiori hugged the pillow thrown at her, lovingly sniffing at it.
“S-stop that! That’s gross!”
He took it back in a panic, driving Shiori to stand up.
“Anyway, I’m gonna go make breakfast. I’ll whip up your favorite ground beef steak with love and devotion, all right?”
“You can just make it regular, actually.”
Sora’s parents were both successful writers, and they’d often leave him alone while they were out doing research for novels or attending book signing events. Right now, they were on a trip around the world. Whenever they were gone, Shiori—who lived at her parents’ place nearby—would come over to cook and clean for him.
Just as she was about to hop into the kitchen, her beautiful butt cheeks jiggling the whole way:
“Sora! I’ve come to take care of your morning wood!”
Suddenly the door flew open, revealing a petite young girl with long, dark, and impressively shiny hair. This was Yuu Yasaka, age 14, wearing a gothic-Lolita-style dress; she had known Sora since they were both born, and they attended the same middle school.
Barging in with a smile, Yuu immediately noticed the naked body before her. Her face tightened up. “Oh… You’re here, too, Auntie?”
“Good morning, Yuu!” Shiori smiled at her.
Yuu sneered back. “Good morning, Auntie.”
“…No, not auntie. Big sis, all right?” Shiori attempted a diplomatic correction.
“What are you talking about? You’re Sora’s aunt, aren’t you?” Yuu scoffed. “Hee-hee-hee… Sora already has me. That’s all the big sister she needs.”
Sora was born May 17, Yuu May 14, which made her just three days older than him, but Yuu always acted like a bossy big sister around him nonetheless.
“But you aren’t even related to him, Yuu! You’re a total stranger!”
“Hee-hee-hee… That’s right! I’m not related, which means I can legally marry him! And you’re in an illegal childhood-friend-style relationship, so I think you should just clear the way for me already. I’m about to have sex with Sora, after all!”
“No, you’re not,” a tired-looking Sora said.
“You used to be so cute, Yuu,” wailed Shiori. “All ‘I wanna be like you, Shi!’ and stuff. Anywhere I’d go, you were always tagging along behind me.”
Yuu’s become like Shi, all right, Sora thought to himself. As far as being a deranged pervert, anyway.
The Hashimas and Yasakas had always done things as families, thanks to the relationship they kindled early on, so Shiori and Yuu had known each other virtually their entire lives. The self-styled big sister (actually his aunt) who kept going after his nipples, and the self-styled big sister (wholly unrelated to him) who kept going after his virginity—both were integral parts of Sora’s life, and both were nothing but sexual deviants in his eyes.
“Oh, I’ve long since forgotten about the past! All I am now is an outlet for Sora’s sexual urges! Come on, Sora, whip out your penis!”
“I’m not giving Sora over to some crazed dog in heat like you! I’ll keep his dick protected!”
“Why is a nude old auntie calling me a dog in heat?!”
“Well, we’re related, so it’s okay if we see each other naked. Why? Because we’ve got real love! If you’re just craving his dick without showing off your own body, that just proves you only see Sora as a sex partner, Yuu!”
“I… I can be nude around Sora, too!”
“Stop it,” Sora said, throwing a pillow at Yuu before she finished disrobing on the spot.
“Mmph! Ugh… That’s so mean, Sora…”
The pillow hit Yuu in the face, bringing tears to her eyes. Unlike Shiori, Yuu wasn’t all that physically gifted.
“But this pillow smells like Sora, though…huff huff huff…”
“Just stop! That’s gross!”
But just as Sora approached Yuu to confiscate the pillow she was so lovingly sniffing:
“Will you shut up?! It’s still morning!!”
Another woman stormed into Sora’s room like a marauding monster. There were dark rings underneath her blue eyes, her long blond hair frizzy and oily from lack of washing, although her face itself was still very attractive. She was dressed in hot pants and a tube top, and between that and her slender, big-breasted figure, she was the epitome of casual stylishness.
This was Nadeshiko Kiso, age 26. She had trained under Sora’s parents—Itsuki Hashima and Nayuta Kani—and now she was a full-time light novel writer with nearly ten years of professional publication under her belt. She had wound up here five years ago, leaving the family home after her parents and grandfather both urged her to stop writing for a career, and now she was both writing her own books and serving as Itsuki and Nayuta’s administrative assistant. Cooking and cleaning, however, were well beyond her abilities.
“Oh, you were up, Nadeko?” Shiori asked, surprised.
Nadeshiko stared back at her, eyes dead to the world. “I pulled three all-nighters in a row to finish up this draft and I’m finally about to get some sleep, dumbass. But then you idiot kids start carrying on like maniacs next door to me…”
Nadeshiko had taken up (free) boarding in the room next to Sora’s. It occupied one wing of the very large mansion the Hashima family had purchased seven years ago, and even though there were rooms for each family member, a vast guest room, a room just for manga, a room just for novels, a room just for figures, a storage room for Dad’s work, a storage room for Mom’s work, and a museum room displaying things like the crayon portrait of Sora’s parents he drew as a toddler and the “1 free shoulder massage” ticket he gave Dad for his birthday once, the house still had more rooms they weren’t using. (Sora really wanted to do something about that last room, but that was his problem.)
“Sorry, Nadeshiko,” Sora said.
“You don’t need to apologize, Sora! It’s all my fault! I’m supposed to set an example as your big sister, but look at me carrying on…”
“No, no, this is on me! I’m getting all angry at this nude, disgusting auntie… It was terribly immature of me.”
Shiori and Yuu both tried to score points by covering for Sora. It didn’t make Nadeshiko any less cranky.
“I really don’t care, all right? Just keep it the hell quiet this early. Good night!”
“Sleep well. Oh, did you want something for lunch later?”
“Um, sure, yeah.”
With that reply to Shiori, Nadeshiko returned to her room.
“Right. I need to cook breakfast with love for Sora now. Come on, Sora, get changed and come on down.”
“You put on some clothes first,” Sora replied to the smiling nudist before him.
“I-I’ll help you out!”
Shiori and Yuu left the room. Sora sighed as he got out of bed. Mornings at the Hashima manor when Mom and Dad weren’t around always tended to unfold like this.