Summer By The Sea [A sorta-sequel to Weekend at Hisao's]
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 6:43 am
Part 1 is here
Part 2 is here: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t ... 70#p182070
Part 3 is here: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t ... 45#p182070
Part 4 is here: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t ... 25#p184325
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P.S. - Please wear panties.
Hisao's never going to let me live that down, is he?
All right, I do have to admit, jumping his bones the moment I'd gotten off the train last year wasn't exactly the most ladylike thing I could have done. But circumstances were different then, and besides, I had a good excuse.
The excuse being: I hadn't seen my boyfriend in three months, and I needed to get laid something terrible.
Things are different this time. For one thing, I haven't seen my fiancee in four months this time. At least, not in person. Over the internet, sure. And you can get a lot done with a couple of webcams and a good internet connection.
Of course, there are a bunch of things you can't get done over the internet. Like the way that he does this thing with his hands and his mouth and his. . .
His. . .
Down, girl. He's bringing his parents with him. And despite the things that happened that time you went to visit his house for a weekend, I don't think my fiance's parents would appreciate it if I dragged their son behind the nearest bush for a quickie right in front of them.
Well, maybe his Dad would find it funny. His Mom. . . probably not so much.
. . .
Okay. So maybe that postscript after his most recent email is pertinent after all.
Time to do one last check before they arrive.
House? In order. Rooms? Clean. Linens? Laundered. Beds? Made. Pantry? Stocked. Closet? Well stocked. Protection? Left nightstand, top drawer.
Little Brother? Doing something in the garden. I'm not sure what. He's a strange young boy, Hideaki is. His most recent "thing" seems to be "cool hats." Not that there's anything wrong with hats, but when people think of cool hats, they're usually not thinking big white sun bonnets with baby blue hatbands. Gave my father an ulcer. At least, that's what Hideaki claims he said.
Speaking of which. Irritating father? Being as obnoxious as usual. Pacing back and forth in the living room as I come down the stairs, grumbling something to himself. Probably accusing my fiance of sniffing glue or cooking meth or something like that. I'm not exactly sure. He's facing out the sliding glass doors.
Whatever he's grumbling about, though, it's apparently got him really annoyed.
Well, I've got no sympathy. This was his idea, after all. All I wanted was permission to use the summer house so that Hisao and I could spent some time over the summer vacation together. My plans involved no families, just me and my lovely, sexy, socially awkward and slightly mopey fiancee having wild sex in every single room of this house.
Of course, my father wasn't having any of that. . .
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Annoying Father: "Why do you want to use the summer house? So you can have wild sex in every single room with that glue-sniffing disgrace?"
Me: "Yes." (Hey, there was no point in lying to him.)
Irritating Father: "Disgraceful. No good will come of this. That boy is a complete wimp. Engaged to you for almost a year now, and he still hasn't set a date for the wedding? Useless."
Me: "We're waiting until graduation to get married."
Completely Annoying Twit of a Man Who Somehow Spawned Me: "The excuse of the pathetic. He's probably trying to draw this out so he can leech off of you for as long as possible. His kind always do. He'll bleed you dry, take what he wants, then dump you by the side of the road."
Me: "That's not true." (Great response there, Shizune. Way to stand up for your fiance. The samurai women of old would have been proud.)
Fucking Annoying Father Who Should Shut His Mouth Before I Break His Teeth: "Well, if he's so serious about you, then why hasn't he introduced his parents to me? I mean, if you two are seriously going to marry, then shouldn't I meet the people who are going to be helping to take care of my little girl? Cowardice. Complete Cowardice."
Me, the Brilliant One: "Well, maybe I'll invite them to come along to the summer home, then!"
Seriously Fucking Asshole of a Father Who Maneuvered Me into Saying Something Dumb: "Good idea. Let's make it a get-together for both families. Hideaki and I will join you and that useless drug addict and his family as well. Perhaps our presence will help mitigate your planned debauchery."
Me: (Sudden realization that I've just been played.)
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And that's why I had to text my fiancee about a month ago and tell him that our romantic weekend was turning into a family vacation comedy movie.
Any last hopes of salvaging the week were destroyed when Hisao's parents decided that a shared weekend by the beach for the two families was "a great idea," despite his best attempts at explaining my father to them.
Meanwhile, my father seems to have completely forgotten that this entire thing was his idea. Hideaki tells me he's done nothing but grumble the entire time we've been here. Not the first time I've considered my deafness a blessing: he has to listen to that nonsense. I just need to turn away.
Deep breaths, Shizune. Deep breaths.
I feel my brother's movements before I see him: his footsteps reverberating through the floorboards as he jogs down the stairs. He catches my eye as he jogs past and gestures vaguely towards the front door.
I guess they must have arrived.
A quick glance out the window confirms it: a large yellow taxi cab has pulled up the driveway.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
This is going to be the worst vacation ever. I can just feel it.
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Author's note: I have no idea why my version of Shizune's inner voice sounds kinda like JD from Scrubs.
Like Weekend at Hisao's there may be porn, but if so, I'll keep it off the main thread.
Part 2 is here: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t ... 70#p182070
Part 3 is here: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t ... 45#p182070
Part 4 is here: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t ... 25#p184325
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P.S. - Please wear panties.
Hisao's never going to let me live that down, is he?
All right, I do have to admit, jumping his bones the moment I'd gotten off the train last year wasn't exactly the most ladylike thing I could have done. But circumstances were different then, and besides, I had a good excuse.
The excuse being: I hadn't seen my boyfriend in three months, and I needed to get laid something terrible.
Things are different this time. For one thing, I haven't seen my fiancee in four months this time. At least, not in person. Over the internet, sure. And you can get a lot done with a couple of webcams and a good internet connection.
Of course, there are a bunch of things you can't get done over the internet. Like the way that he does this thing with his hands and his mouth and his. . .
His. . .
Down, girl. He's bringing his parents with him. And despite the things that happened that time you went to visit his house for a weekend, I don't think my fiance's parents would appreciate it if I dragged their son behind the nearest bush for a quickie right in front of them.
Well, maybe his Dad would find it funny. His Mom. . . probably not so much.
. . .
Okay. So maybe that postscript after his most recent email is pertinent after all.
Time to do one last check before they arrive.
House? In order. Rooms? Clean. Linens? Laundered. Beds? Made. Pantry? Stocked. Closet? Well stocked. Protection? Left nightstand, top drawer.
Little Brother? Doing something in the garden. I'm not sure what. He's a strange young boy, Hideaki is. His most recent "thing" seems to be "cool hats." Not that there's anything wrong with hats, but when people think of cool hats, they're usually not thinking big white sun bonnets with baby blue hatbands. Gave my father an ulcer. At least, that's what Hideaki claims he said.
Speaking of which. Irritating father? Being as obnoxious as usual. Pacing back and forth in the living room as I come down the stairs, grumbling something to himself. Probably accusing my fiance of sniffing glue or cooking meth or something like that. I'm not exactly sure. He's facing out the sliding glass doors.
Whatever he's grumbling about, though, it's apparently got him really annoyed.
Well, I've got no sympathy. This was his idea, after all. All I wanted was permission to use the summer house so that Hisao and I could spent some time over the summer vacation together. My plans involved no families, just me and my lovely, sexy, socially awkward and slightly mopey fiancee having wild sex in every single room of this house.
Of course, my father wasn't having any of that. . .
-----
Annoying Father: "Why do you want to use the summer house? So you can have wild sex in every single room with that glue-sniffing disgrace?"
Me: "Yes." (Hey, there was no point in lying to him.)
Irritating Father: "Disgraceful. No good will come of this. That boy is a complete wimp. Engaged to you for almost a year now, and he still hasn't set a date for the wedding? Useless."
Me: "We're waiting until graduation to get married."
Completely Annoying Twit of a Man Who Somehow Spawned Me: "The excuse of the pathetic. He's probably trying to draw this out so he can leech off of you for as long as possible. His kind always do. He'll bleed you dry, take what he wants, then dump you by the side of the road."
Me: "That's not true." (Great response there, Shizune. Way to stand up for your fiance. The samurai women of old would have been proud.)
Fucking Annoying Father Who Should Shut His Mouth Before I Break His Teeth: "Well, if he's so serious about you, then why hasn't he introduced his parents to me? I mean, if you two are seriously going to marry, then shouldn't I meet the people who are going to be helping to take care of my little girl? Cowardice. Complete Cowardice."
Me, the Brilliant One: "Well, maybe I'll invite them to come along to the summer home, then!"
Seriously Fucking Asshole of a Father Who Maneuvered Me into Saying Something Dumb: "Good idea. Let's make it a get-together for both families. Hideaki and I will join you and that useless drug addict and his family as well. Perhaps our presence will help mitigate your planned debauchery."
Me: (Sudden realization that I've just been played.)
-----
And that's why I had to text my fiancee about a month ago and tell him that our romantic weekend was turning into a family vacation comedy movie.
Any last hopes of salvaging the week were destroyed when Hisao's parents decided that a shared weekend by the beach for the two families was "a great idea," despite his best attempts at explaining my father to them.
Meanwhile, my father seems to have completely forgotten that this entire thing was his idea. Hideaki tells me he's done nothing but grumble the entire time we've been here. Not the first time I've considered my deafness a blessing: he has to listen to that nonsense. I just need to turn away.
Deep breaths, Shizune. Deep breaths.
I feel my brother's movements before I see him: his footsteps reverberating through the floorboards as he jogs down the stairs. He catches my eye as he jogs past and gestures vaguely towards the front door.
I guess they must have arrived.
A quick glance out the window confirms it: a large yellow taxi cab has pulled up the driveway.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
This is going to be the worst vacation ever. I can just feel it.
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Author's note: I have no idea why my version of Shizune's inner voice sounds kinda like JD from Scrubs.
Like Weekend at Hisao's there may be porn, but if so, I'll keep it off the main thread.