Author's Note: Sorry this one took so long to get out, folks. I have a confession to make... I spent a heck-load of time beating Fallout 3 and Fallout: New Vegas including all of the extensions, so... yeah... sorry about that. Plus I just started practice sessions for Midsummer Night's Dream at school, so there's time lost there too.
Anybody in San Jose, California should come by to Leland High to see the play! (It's a pretty white school, but the drama department needs the cash. Help a brother out, all.)
Disclaimer: You get the picture.
Begin
"It's so hooooot." I groaned, fanning myself with a magazine. "Stupid summer sun..."
"Shut up, Kyou-baka!" Kirino said, lying down on the cool hardwood floor. "Your complaining is making this more difficult."
She wiped beads of sweat from her forehead, yawning. She let her arm go limp, flopping onto the floor. She sighed again, her thin, loose cotton tank top and shorts were saturated with her sweat clinging to her skin. I myself fared little better with my t-shirt and shorts.
In hindsight, I should have taken to the floor too. The leather couch was just absorbing heat from both the sun and myself, baking me alive.
I could deal with the cold, no problem. The body is a living heat furnace for goodness sake. However I just hated the heat. Heat + me = sweat. It was the most unholy of equations.
Despite the complaints of my body, I got up and walked over to the fridge. Opening it, I reached into the back and pulled out two cans of ice coffee that I had been saving for such a situation, although I was annoyed that I would have to restock at the convenience store that evening.
I walked over to Kirino who had her eyes closed, trying to soak up all the coldness of the wooden flooring. I placed the cans to her flushed cheeks getting a gasp of surprise from her. Without so much as a word, she gleefully snatched the cans out of my hands, rubbing the frosty cans all over her face, neck, arms, legs, and wherever parts of her body she could reach with it.
"Omigosh... that feels soooo goood." she purred contently.
"...One of those are mine you know..."
At least she had the decency to look embarrassed about it.
"Whatever. Just give me one after you cool yourself down. You look like you're enjoying yourself." I laid on the ground my head next to hers my feet pointing in the opposite direction as hers. "Summer is so overrated, I swear..."
Then the ringing of a cellphone was heard.
"Kirino."
"Hai?"
"Pick up your phone."
"...No."
"Come on, your ringtone is annoying."
"S-shut up! That's a really popular song, you know! Plus it's the theme song for your anime."
"...I'ma kill Akagi."
"Please pick up for me? Pleeeease?"
She gave me a puppy dog look, a delicious looking pout on her face, the lip gloss on her lips making them glisten in a dangerously fantastical way.
Urk... too much eroges from Kirino...
1. Pick up the phone.
2. Make her pick up the phone.
3. Leave.
As if number two was gonna happen in time.
"Fine."
I got up, skin burning for the coolness of the floor, and walked over to the living room table, picking up her phone.
"Moshi moshi."
"Ah, Kyousuke-kun! How are you?"
"Ah? Saori-san? How are you?"
"Oh, just fine, ha ha. I was wondering if you and Kirino would be interested in joining me and Kuroneko-kun for a nice weekend at a beach resort? If Kirino responds positively, tell her that her friend Ayase-chan is allowed to come as well. The more the merrier!"
I scratched my head, "Uh, isn't that expensive?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. A friend of mine owns the place that I'm talking about and is willing to give us free room and board for a favor from us."
"A favor? I'm not sure if I like where this is going..."
"Hey, hey. Do you really not trust me, Kyousuke-san?"
"Well you haven't given me any reason not to, so I guess. Here, let me give the cell to Kirino, it comes down to her decision."
"Ah, almost forgot how whipped you were." Saori mocked.
"I'm going to pretend that I did not hear that." I replied curtly as I handed the phone to Kirino who looked as if she was going to melt into the ground.
For my own sake I probably should have refused, but the heat got to me. I hate hot weather sooo much, you won't believe.
In less than an hour we were packed, had gotten permission (kind of, as they were away at some sort of spa or something for Mom's sake), and left for the light rail. We stopped by Ayase's house on the way there, since she had jumped at the chance to go along. She really hated the summer heat as well, but I knew that she had also been equally if not more thrilled about seeing me in a swimsuit.
I wasn't sure what exactly to think of that.
Ayase is a nice girl, and any guy would be lucky to date her, but I wasn't sure if I should be the one to do so. She used the last Phantom mission to steal my boxers. I know she did, even if she left no evidence behind. It couldn't have been anybody else! Boxers do not walk away on their own!
Besides, she looked like the cat that ate the canary, why wouldn't I suspect her of such a thing?
Saori had sent us an address to meet at in a rather high class part of another town. The three of us gaped almost like tourists as we walked down what must have been a normal street for most people who lived there.
"Jeez, Saori is loaded. Why the hell does she wear those dingy things?"
"Come on, Kirino, be nice. We could be at home melting in the heat."
"I'm melting more right now. How much further is it?" she whined, taking a long swig from a bottled water.
Ayase fared a bit better, fanning herself with a paper fan.
"I don't really see how you can complain, Kirino when I'm the one carrying all the bags, here. Why do the two of you need two bags? I only have so many arms for goodness sake!"
"Aw, come on onii-chan. You're a big, strong man, aren't you?" Ayase half teased, latching onto an arm.
"H-hey, I'm gonna lose balance. You don't want me to fall on top of you while carrying all these bags."
"Awww... I'll risk it."
"Fine, then Kyousuke-baka." Kirino turned her face away from me as she latched around my other arm. "If I do this then it balances out. D-don't take this the wrong way!"
"This doesn't actually help my balance at all..." I muttered under my breath.
"Oh crap." I burst out. "I forget the house number. Can one of you the paper with the address on it? My arms are kinda occupied."
I probably should have thought about the situation better, but like I said, the heat really gets to me.
Both girls immediately reached into a pocket, 'rummaging' around, although I knew that it was more of a rubbing and I cursed that I wore shorts with such big pockets that day. There were more than one moment where I swear their hands reached too close to my groin.
Still eventually we did arrive at a large white manor, very clean and modern with interesting architectural design. There was a large van outside it, somewhat beat up and the paint was worn and chipping. The trio had sweat-dropped as it did not fit any of the surrounding area.
"Ah, Kyousuke-san, Kiririn-chan, Ayase-chan! Welcome! Get in the car, there's air conditioning!" Saori called out from the shotgun seat, those large glasses still on her face. Rather than those long sleeved shirts and jeans however, she was wearing a modest and plain sundress, I, in all honestly, realized just how large her chest really was.
Damn the eroge!
In an instant all three ran and half jumped into the van. There were no seats inside with the exception of the driver and shotgun seats and the floor had a tatami mat layer as a cushioning for the passengers. Kuroneko sat in a corner, sipping from a juice box, next to her bag of effects.
"Glad to see that you all could join us."
Kirino gave a wave of acknowledgement before rolling around, basking in the coolness of the van. I shook my head and told her off for being rude but she ignored that too. She really looked to happy to care at that poing.
Ayase had a similar reaction going, although not as so physically severe.
A well to do lady then got into the driver's seat. She was rather attractive, although not absolutely stunning or beautiful, her black hair up in a loose bun.
"Hi, there! Thank you all so much for being willing to help me. Some of my employees have caught the flu at the worst possible time, and the doctors say that they'll be unfit to work during the weekend when my inn is open."
"...Saori..."
"Ah ha ha ha. I owed her a favor?"
"You hired us out!" Kirino cried out in outrage.
"Well you get free room and board, food, and a weekend at the beach, and are only working during the morning and part of the day..."
"I called this." I deadpanned.
"I'm not sure why you would complain." Kuroneko said, sipping her drink, "It's a light watering job for about three to four hours and we have the rest of the day to ourselves."
"It can't be too bad..." Ayase tentatively agreed.
Maybe it's just me, but I seem to get a bad feeling about just about everything I get into with these girls.
The driver and inn owner, named Kurosaki Hikari, was a demon of a driver, making sharp turns, speeding, and all that. According to Saori she was a former street racer that never could fully give up the thrill of the race. For us in the back, it became a nightmare.
I was thrown around multiple times back and forth.
"Oof!"
"Ky-Kyousuke-danna..."
"S-sorry!"
"Don't tell her that when you're laying on top of her you hentai" Kirino yelled angrily, "Don't paw at Kuroneko like that!"
Then the van make a sharp turn, bags flew and I fell on my back, slipping on the straw of the tatami. The landing drove the wind out of me and Ayase who had been standing up, arms pushed firmly against the roof of the car was hit in the back of her knees by bouncing off the side of the interior of the van. Fortunately for her somebody broke her fall.
Unfortunately for me I broke her fall.
I groaned as her knees dug into my ribs, feeling them bend my ribcage in a very uncomfortable manner.
"Ack!" I cried out in pain.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry onii-chan!"
She then spread her knees apart so that she wouldn't hurt me with them before realizing how similar this position was to the one of that morning of Comiket. Her blush, fortunately for her, was forgotten as miss Hikari sped right over a road bump.
For the span of three seconds, the van, the bags, and all who were not strapped down in any manner experienced what only astronauts felt during training: weightlessness.
Kirino was fortunate enough that she only fell from a short height as she was holding onto one of the heavier bags so that she wouldn't be thrown around. I on the other hand had Ayase who was trying to get off as we were tossed into the air, which made my body spin in the air and I could see the mortified look on her eyes as she accidentally flashed me her panties. However, as I fell I could see that I was about to land on Kirino.
In desperation, I flailed my arms out in a futile attempt to redirect myself.
Futile being the key word.
I landed on Kirino, arms and legs used to make it so that my body did not crush her upon landing, but there was one thing that I couldn't predict or prevent.
When I landed, my face crashed into hers for a full lip-to-lip contact.
At least, that's what I think happened since a hard suitcase landed corner first into the base of my skull knocking me out.
I woke up all groggy, a cool compress on my head. I was in a futon on the ground, a hand reached out and felt the ground to feel tatami. Oh how I hated that word now.
"Fuuuuuu- what hit me?" I groaned, sitting up. It was a bad idea as a wave of pain shot through my skull and, surprisingly, my limbs.
"Ah, you shouldn't get up so fast, Kyousuke-san."
I turned gingerly to face Saori, who was dressed in what seemed to be long-john pyjamas with chibi-Gundams printed all over it.
"Ah, Saori-san? Urg... Your friend needs to be arrested for bad driving."
She giggled, "Well, my suitcase may have smacked you unconscious."
"Ah, so is that your fault too?"
"...Sorry..."
Ah crap...
I laid back down holding the compress to my forehead.
"Eh, it could have been worse, I suppose. I could have been hit in the crotch."
I couldn't help but shiver at the thought making Saori laugh again.
What I do to avoid crying girls...
"Uh, hey, Saori-san?"
"Hai, Kyouske-san?"
"What time is it?"
"Huh? Oh, it's just after 8."
"So, I, uh... didn't miss dinner did I? I'm really hungry for some reason right now."
"Well, you did, but I made sure that there were some leftovers."
"Could you get them for me? Please?"
"Will you forgive me?" she asked, now teasingly.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, the fastest way to get a guy is through his stomach."
She burst out in laughter and I followed, although much more lightly as my head still hurt.
A concussion, maybe?
She left right after and I could hear some jangling of metal, cluttering of plates, even her small gasp of pain when she touched something hot. As she heated up some food, the aroma decided the best thing to do was waft into my room like I wasn't there.
Really? Are you serious?
Starving man here!
Luckily, Saori arrived just a minute later, a plate of rice, orange chicken, stir-fry veggies and bacon, along with some miso soup.
I tried to sit up again, but the pain in my head just got stronger as blood somehow rushed toward it, undermining the law and existence of gravity.
"Ah, holy crap. I can't even sit up to eat my damn food, really?" I complained to myself.
Saori picked up a wooden spoon, giving me a light rap to the arm.
"Watch your language, Kyousuke-san. I can just feed you you know."
"W-what? I'm seventeen! I can feed myself!"
I stubbornly tried to get up again only to fail miserably.
"Oh really, mister big, bad onii-chan?"
"...Just feed me..."
It was an embarrassing feeling to be babied like that, but Saori looked really happy just feeding me for some reason. She was caring and almost motherly even with the way that she fed me, and I can't honestly say that I didn't enjoy the feeling. I've never really had all too much attention garnished on me even when I was a little boy, so the experience was alien and, well, exciting. I didn't know what I should have felt about it, but I will forever hold that moment in my heart as a moment that I will cherish forever.
It only lasted so long though. Eventually, Kirino, Ayase, and Kuroneko all walked in, hair damp, fresh and dressed in their sleepwear, each with white towels to dry their hair. The girls had been in the onsen after their dinner, and I was quite surprised that there was one so close to the beach, because the night time was very cold by the Japanese shoreline.
"Hiya guys!" Saori chirped happily.
All three blushed as they looked at me before realizing just what Saori had been doing.
And three pairs of eyes stared at the last bit of food that was left in one spoon.
It didn't take much to see the gears turning in the girls' heads.
One thing led to another and the three had a civil-but-not argument about who should feed me the last spoonful. Saori just smiled before quietly and slowly feeding me the last bite.
The next morning I was well enough to be up and about, finally. I hated the feeling of being an invalid, although I didn't have anything against being babied in the way that I was treated. It sucks having never really been a child.
I shook my head of such thoughts.
The five of us were to be waitresses (and waiter) at the outdoors cafe during part of the day, only covering the late breakfast and lunch shifts. It was a fairly sweet deal if it wasn't for the fact that we had to be in bathing suits.
I stood in there in the sun in only my black swim trunks with an orange stripe going down the leg of my right thigh, cargo pockets on my left lined in a soft green. I had at least gotten permission to wear a short sleeved button down shirt although the inn's mistress and forced him to keep it unbuttoned.
"I feel like a piece of meat." I grumbled, serving a trio of girls with ice cream sundaes, feeling them stare at my body. I wouldn't have been surprised that if they were staring at my ass when I walked away.
Me and the girls were sirloin steaks in a ring of hungry wolves, teens of both genders were there to buy brunch and lunch. I'm not saying that my eyes didn't stray around either, I'm a teenager! That means that I've been supercharged with hormones for the past few years.
Ayase had a white two piece with blue stripes, it covered her modestly and yet revealed that she would really grow to be a bombshell in the near foreseeable future if her already handful worthy chest and round bottom meant anything.
Kuroneko had a lacy one piece, with what almost seemed to be a skirt around her waist. She had the whole moe look going on with a little bonnet that completed the look however and she shied away from some weird guys who were giving her looks that made me want to punch their faces in for.
Saori was actually wearing a bodysuit, funnily enough, the kind that was meant for surfers. It was a solid black with no logo and a pair of thick blue stripes going down the sides. She even had replaced her googly glasses for a pair of actually rather fashionable shades that had a silver reflection, like one one of those one way mirrors. Her hair had even been somewhat let down from its usual bun, now tied up in a high ponytail, showing exactly how long it really was.
Still, it was Kirino that had the most problem with her job.
She was wearing a rusty orange bikini that flaunted more than I was comfortable with, although she had a little towel tied around her waist like a skirt. She wasn't stared at much more than Ayase, as the two could pass off as sisters in the right light and both were very attractive by today's standards, but she just wasn't cut out to be a waitress.
She was nice enough to the customers in the beginning, but she would get annoyed rather quickly when some would just take forever to choose, inevitably forcing Saori, Ayase, Kuroneko, or me to assign her a BS task before taking their orders instead. For those who ordered fast enough to escape the wrath of my imouto, she would forget which orders went to which tables, needing more help, or even dropping food.
This was the world of mediocrity.
Kirino was anything but mediocre.
Time flew fast as we were all kept occupied however, and eventually we were relieved from our shift. Everyone of us were excited to go into the water, however it seemed that none were willing to be the first.
"Come on, the water can't be that cold."
"I disagree, Kyousuke-danna. With global warming and the melting icecaps, the general temperature of water has significantly decreased, especially near the north pole. Japan also happens to be in this area."
"Kuroneko-kun. Global warming also means that the water temp should stay the same because more heat is trapped in the atmosphere."
"Believe what you want, Kyousuke-danna."
"I agree with Kuroneko-san. I'm not too keen on getting into possibly cold water without seeing somebody go in first, onii-chan."
"Ditto, Ayase."
"Mm, mm. Kiririn-san and Ayase-san make very good points. I guess that means that you're going in then, Kyousuke-kun." Saori grinned evilly, similar faces of mischief appearing on the remaining girls.
"I don't like the sound of this..."
It wasn't like I could fight back when the girls tickled me into the sand, lifted me up in a joint effort before chucking me into the low tide. I got up to find them laughing and rolling on the ground while I shivered slightly. The water wasn't that cold persay, but the day was hot.
Speaking of hot...
I picked up Kuroneko and Kirino with one arm, held under like a barrel, and pulled up Ayase in a fireman's carry before walking off to the water, feeling them flailing around.
"Don't you dare, onii-chan!"
"Kyousuke-danna! I'm sorry!"
"Let me go you hentai!"
SPLASH!
I turned around to see Saori trying to sneak away, a small bag of luggage tied to a stick in a large piece of cloth like in those bad mangas in her hand.
"Oh, Saori-cha~an!"
"You'll never catch me alive!"
End
So, fun at the beach, eh? Possible limes to follow. Not ready for any real lemons yet I'm afraid, none of the girls have a good enough relationship with Kyousuke yet, except maybe Ayase.
You know what? I'ma keep track now.
Vote for who will be in the Harem!
Send it to me in the reviews and I'll tally them up and list the voting in each new chapter that I post up henceforth.
Once again sorry that this took so long. Fallout is veeery long and addicting ;3
