Original Author: ひのはら (Hinohara)
Date Submitted to Kakuyomu: 2021/09/17
Aira shivers in the dark, remembering how it felt when her body got touched.
She pulls the futon closer, but the shivering doesn't stop even when she's wrapped in the fluffy futon.
Occasionally, she remembers the feeling of being touched by that woman.
The terror that struck her so deeply torments Aira.
"...E...ma...."
After reaching out her hand, Aira realizes Ema isn't next to her.
She has been holed up in that secret room and hasn't come out even though it's already midnight.
"...Ema..."
When Aira calls her name again, the bedroom door opens.
She's stretching her body tiredly. With one look at Aira, she realized something isn't right.
She gently brushes Aira's bangs, which have cold sweat clinging to them.
"...Did you get woken up?"
"...Mm."
"...Did you remember again?"
Just from having Ema look at her face with concern, Aira feels a sense of security wrap around her.
After putting her fingers on the back of Ema's hand, Ema turns her hand and gently grasps Aira's.
"...If you'd rather not have someone next to you, I can sleep on the sofa."
"...Sleeping together is fine."
"But..."
"Don't worry about that. Keep holding my hand like this."
Ema doesn't say anything as Aira squeezes her hand tighter.
The springs of the bed squeak as Ema lies down next to her on the bed.
Feeling the warmth of Ema's hand, Aira begins to wonder if this would be the part just before Ema entwines her body with her sex friends'.
That happened before Aira arrived here, so of course she wouldn't know.
Perhaps it's because there's still too much she doesn't know about Ema that her heart feels so restless.
Although Aira definitely doesn't dislike them, sometimes her friends at school talk about topics that she can't keep up with.
When it comes to things high school girls talk about, love is the most popular topic. Aira, who has no experience, desperately tries to play along.
She tries her best to remain calm and feign disinterest.
She maintains her poker face to avoid being outed as having no experience.
It's break time right now. As usual, her friends discuss a risqué topic.
"What do you all do when you kiss?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you move your tongue or do you just let them handle everything?"
"Where did that suddenly come from?"
"When I'm kissing my boyfriend, it doesn't really feel that good."
Naturally, there's no way Aira can join the conversation and contribute any decent advice.
She's looking at her smartphone, pretending to not be interested. Unfortunately, one of them calls her out by name.
"Aira, do you know any kissing tricks?"
"That's a secret."
"What's with that~ You definitely know."
There's no way she knows any secret techniques to make kissing feel good.
In the first place, why do they even think she has so much experience?
She has never once bragged about her popularity and tries to avoid drawing the ire of other girls.
As she suspected, she's expected to have had one or two relationships since she's already in her second year of high school.
Relationships where she and her lover get intimate on the bed.
Aira is starting to gradually feel more anxious about that as she grows older, but without such a partner, there's not much she can do.
Aira's cheeks immediately turn red upon discovering the sexy lingerie in the walk-in closet.
It happened when she was sorting their belongings while cleaning.
To add to that, there are several of them with varying designs.
Some are pairs in different colors and some of the lingerie completely fail to serve their purpose as underwear since they didn't conceal the critical places at all.
These are certainly not for daily use. They are only to be worn on certain... occasions.
Ema used to have a lot of sex friends, so she bought these for them.
"Because of me, she can't do that anymore..."
Ema hasn't called any of her sex friends over since Aira came here and even severed her relationship with all of them.
It slipped Aira's mind, but Ema is a woman open about her sexuality.
She's promiscuous and has had sex with numerous people.
Was she reluctant to accept when her relatives asked her to look after a high schooler?
Aira wants to relieve that guilt as much as possible, so she's more meticulous with the housework than usual.
The front door opens while the stew is still simmering.
Ema said she was going out somewhere with a friend but would be home before dinner.
Taking off the apron is too troublesome, so Aira greets Ema as is.
"Welcome home."
"...I'm back. It's not bad being greeted when I come home."
Ema pats Aira lightly on the head.
Between the two of them, Ema is the taller one but not by much.
It's glaringly obvious that she's treating Aira like a kid, but strangely, Aira doesn't mind Ema touching her like this.
"Here, do you want this?"
"This is... a mug...?"
Inside the paper bag that Ema handed her is a mug designed like a cat.
The handle is shaped like a tail, a very cute design.
While holding the mug with both her hands, Aira can't stop her mouth from forming a smile.
"Are you sure?"
"You like cats, don't you?"
She remembered that from just one casual conversation.
As her kindness warms Aira's heart, a certain fragrance tickles Aira's nostrils.
"..."
As a heavy smoker, she usually has the lingering scent of cigarettes and sometimes her favorite perfume on her.
However, the scent coming from Ema now is neither of those. Instead, she has a soapy scent like she just got out of the bath.
This fresh, pure scent stirs Aira's heart.
Her heart, which had been soaring after receiving the mug, quickly returns to reality.
"Ema, where did you go today?"
"I was hanging out with a friend."
Was it really just a friend instead of the type of partner Ema bought the lingerie in her walk-in closet for?
"Really?"
"Really."
Even if she asks more persistently, Ema will just evade her questions. Is it because Aira is a kid?
Or is it because in the end, they are nothing more than cousins?
Original Author: ひのはら (Hinohara)
Date Submitted to Kakuyomu: 2021/09/17
Aira shivers in the dark, remembering how it felt when her body got touched.
She pulls the futon closer, but the shivering doesn't stop even when she's wrapped in the fluffy futon.
Occasionally, she remembers the feeling of being touched by that woman.
The terror that struck her so deeply torments Aira.
"...E...ma...."
After reaching out her hand, Aira realizes Ema isn't next to her.
She has been holed up in that secret room and hasn't come out even though it's already midnight.
"...Ema..."
When Aira calls her name again, the bedroom door opens.
She's stretching her body tiredly. With one look at Aira, she realized something isn't right.
She gently brushes Aira's bangs, which have cold sweat clinging to them.
"...Did you get woken up?"
"...Mm."
"...Did you remember again?"
Just from having Ema look at her face with concern, Aira feels a sense of security wrap around her.
After putting her fingers on the back of Ema's hand, Ema turns her hand and gently grasps Aira's.
"...If you'd rather not have someone next to you, I can sleep on the sofa."
"...Sleeping together is fine."
"But..."
"Don't worry about that. Keep holding my hand like this."
Ema doesn't say anything as Aira squeezes her hand tighter.
The springs of the bed squeak as Ema lies down next to her on the bed.
Feeling the warmth of Ema's hand, Aira begins to wonder if this would be the part just before Ema entwines her body with her sex friends'.
That happened before Aira arrived here, so of course she wouldn't know.
Perhaps it's because there's still too much she doesn't know about Ema that her heart feels so restless.
Although Aira definitely doesn't dislike them, sometimes her friends at school talk about topics that she can't keep up with.
When it comes to things high school girls talk about, love is the most popular topic. Aira, who has no experience, desperately tries to play along.
She tries her best to remain calm and feign disinterest.
She maintains her poker face to avoid being outed as having no experience.
It's break time right now. As usual, her friends discuss a risqué topic.
"What do you all do when you kiss?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you move your tongue or do you just let them handle everything?"
"Where did that suddenly come from?"
"When I'm kissing my boyfriend, it doesn't really feel that good."
Naturally, there's no way Aira can join the conversation and contribute any decent advice.
She's looking at her smartphone, pretending to not be interested. Unfortunately, one of them calls her out by name.
"Aira, do you know any kissing tricks?"
"That's a secret."
"What's with that~ You definitely know."
There's no way she knows any secret techniques to make kissing feel good.
In the first place, why do they even think she has so much experience?
She has never once bragged about her popularity and tries to avoid drawing the ire of other girls.
As she suspected, she's expected to have had one or two relationships since she's already in her second year of high school.
Relationships where she and her lover get intimate on the bed.
Aira is starting to gradually feel more anxious about that as she grows older, but without such a partner, there's not much she can do.
Aira's cheeks immediately turn red upon discovering the sexy lingerie in the walk-in closet.
It happened when she was sorting their belongings while cleaning.
To add to that, there are several of them with varying designs.
Some are pairs in different colors and some of the lingerie completely fail to serve their purpose as underwear since they didn't conceal the critical places at all.
These are certainly not for daily use. They are only to be worn on certain... occasions.
Ema used to have a lot of sex friends, so she bought these for them.
"Because of me, she can't do that anymore..."
Ema hasn't called any of her sex friends over since Aira came here and even severed her relationship with all of them.
It slipped Aira's mind, but Ema is a woman open about her sexuality.
She's promiscuous and has had sex with numerous people.
Was she reluctant to accept when her relatives asked her to look after a high schooler?
Aira wants to relieve that guilt as much as possible, so she's more meticulous with the housework than usual.
The front door opens while the stew is still simmering.
Ema said she was going out somewhere with a friend but would be home before dinner.
Taking off the apron is too troublesome, so Aira greets Ema as is.
"Welcome home."
"...I'm back. It's not bad being greeted when I come home."
Ema pats Aira lightly on the head.
Between the two of them, Ema is the taller one but not by much.
It's glaringly obvious that she's treating Aira like a kid, but strangely, Aira doesn't mind Ema touching her like this.
"Here, do you want this?"
"This is... a mug...?"
Inside the paper bag that Ema handed her is a mug designed like a cat.
The handle is shaped like a tail, a very cute design.
While holding the mug with both her hands, Aira can't stop her mouth from forming a smile.
"Are you sure?"
"You like cats, don't you?"
She remembered that from just one casual conversation.
As her kindness warms Aira's heart, a certain fragrance tickles Aira's nostrils.
"..."
As a heavy smoker, she usually has the lingering scent of cigarettes and sometimes her favorite perfume on her.
However, the scent coming from Ema now is neither of those. Instead, she has a soapy scent like she just got out of the bath.
This fresh, pure scent stirs Aira's heart.
Her heart, which had been soaring after receiving the mug, quickly returns to reality.
"Ema, where did you go today?"
"I was hanging out with a friend."
Was it really just a friend instead of the type of partner Ema bought the lingerie in her walk-in closet for?
"Really?"
"Really."
Even if she asks more persistently, Ema will just evade her questions. Is it because Aira is a kid?
Or is it because in the end, they are nothing more than cousins?
