Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Assistance ❯ Chapter 1

Assistance

 

By: AZ Mark II

 

Disclaimer: Anno and other own the characters.

 

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“Man, Shinji, what happened to you?” asked Touji, seeing the faint black eye and light discoloration on Shinji's cheek. “You fall down some stairs or something?” he guessed. The young pilot had entered the classroom not ten seconds before, and already, he was being accosted by his two `friends'.

 

“Oh! I bet you put some smack down on an Angel this weekend, huh?” came Kensuke's eager speculation.

 

“Idiot,” grunted Touji, sending his long-term friend a quick look, “there was no alarm this weekend!” Kensuke's face fell a little.

 

“Oh,” he breathed. “I guess that's right,” he conceded.

 

“Moron,” Touji jeered him. Shinji ignored the two, sitting down in his chair and hanging his bag on the side of his desk. Glancing at the door, he saw the familiar red hair of Asuka as she chatted with Hikari and some of the girls by the doorway. Glancing away from her, he spotted the also-familiar blue hair of Rei sitting in her seat, looking out the window. Silently sighing, he stared at his plain desktop

 

Oblivious to their friend, Touji and Kensuke continued to try and guess what might have happened to him over the weekend. Shinji didn't know how they could not see the obvious, but he had learned better than to bring it up; it only fueled the fire with Asuka. So, he ignored the violent red-head and kept on keeping on. If only she weren't so pretty, he silently lamented to himself.

 

The cause of his current set of contusions and bruises was the fact that he had accidentally seen Asuka naked as she dried off from her bath. Ignoring the fact that the bathroom door had been left unlocked by her self, and half-open by Misato, the Second had chosen to blame Shinji for it, beating on him rather than covering up her body. Misato had intervened before Asuka could do any real damage, but the lovely purple-haired Major had only told Asuka to be gentler in her foreplay, which - while distracting her from her attack on Shinji - had not left him in any better situation.

 

I wish I knew why she was always so violent, he thought to himself. It's not like I do things like that on purpose! he mused resentfully. And even if I did, it's not like Asuka and Misato are blameless, the way that they leave doors open when changing, or in wearing so little around the house, or with the constant teasing! Shinji wasn't nearly the horn-dog that most of his classmates were, but damn it, he did have balls; no matter the best efforts of Asuka to fix that.

 

Hikari's voice interrupted his thoughts, and before he knew it, it was lunch. After surrendering Asuka's bento to her, he found himself looking for a quiet place to eat. Touji and Kensuke were off doing whatever it was that they did every week on Monday during lunch, and Asuka was holding court down by the track field, surrounded by a flock of girls and several guys. In spite of how violent she is, the guys still flock to her, mused Shinji, finding himself a comfortable spot under a tree a ways away. Why is that? he wondered.

 

As lunch drew to a close, he found himself back in his chair early. It wasn't like he had anything pressing to do, and since he had finished his lunch, he decided to just sit and wait. Much like Eva, he thought sardonically. Reminded of his job, he began to review the test schedule and chore list from home, preparing himself for the week ahead.

 

“Oh! Shinji!” came an unexpected voice, causing him to flinch, his arms half-rising in startled defense. Turning, he saw Hikari just inside the door, a sheaf of papers in her hand. “I didn't expect you here,” said the class rep, giving him a distracted smile.

 

“Um, well, I didn't have anything else to do,” he offered lamely. Hikari moved into the room, leafing through the papers. “I thought you would still be with Asuka,” he said as she stopped near him, her eyes on the paper.

 

“Hmm?” she hummed, still reading. “Well, I have some things to do as class rep and since Asuka is busy basking in the adoration of others just now, I thought I would take care of the details sooner, rather than later,” she said. “Oh, you and Kiriwashi have clean-up duty today,” she recalled, glancing at him. Seeing the bruises on his face, she frowned. “What happened to you, Shinji?” she asked him. He glanced away from her.

 

“It's nothing,” he denied. “Just an accident,” he said. Hikari reached down, her hand cupping his chin, turning his face back toward her own. Studying the bruising, she sighed.

 

“Asuka did this, didn't she?” she asked quietly. Shinji looked away from her. “You don't have to say it, Shinji,” said the brown-haired girl, “I can tell,” she added. “I'll have to say something to her,” she said, mostly to herself.

 

“Don't!” begged Shinji. “It…isn't an issue,” he added, “and it will only make things worse,” he said.

 

“Shinji…” began Hikari. Shinji shook his head.

 

“Please don't, Hikari,” he said quietly. “Besides, if you say something to her about it, she…might take it out on you,” said the pilot. “Honestly, Hikari,” he said earnestly, “it isn't a big deal. This isn't anything even close to what Touji did to me that time,” he managed a smile. “And it isn't like it won't heal, right?” he pressed. Hikari found herself wrestling with a decision. He is probably right about it making her worse, she thought unhappily, but she shouldn't beat up on him like this!

 

Hearing the chimes that signaled the end of lunch, Hikari realized that the decision would have to wait. Patting his shoulder, she started to move toward the teacher's desk at the front of the room. “If you're sure,” she said, leaving the rest unsaid. Shinji exhaled in relief.

 

“Thanks, Hikari,” he said quietly as other students began to fill the room. “You're a life-saver,” he whispered, more to himself than to her.

 

-

 

“Something wrong, Hi-chan?” asked her big sister as Kodama settled down next to her on the porch of their small house. “You've been distracted for the last couple of weeks,” noted the eldest of the three sisters.

 

“Oh, just something at school,” said the girl. Kodama waited, but Hikari didn't say anything else about it. “Has Asuka left yet?” she thought to ask. Kodama nodded.

 

“The psycho is gone,” she confirmed. Seeing Hikari frown at the remark, Kodama elaborated. “Look, Hi-chan,” she said, draping her arm over her middle sister's shoulders, “Asuka is a nice enough person, I guess, but she is a violent, arrogant bitch, too,” she said. “I would have trimmed her `little red wagon' a long time ago; before it became her `big red aircraft carrier',” grinned her older sister.

 

“In her case, that would be: `my Unit Two!',” corrected Hikari, fully able to appreciate the humor. The two shared a giggle. “Guess I should get started on the clean-up,” she said, standing as Kodama did the same. “There is always a lot to do after a visit from Asuka,” she added. Kodama stretched.

 

“Most of the damage is localized to the living room and the kitchen,” said the oldest of the three. “Tell you what,” she added, “since Nozumi is in her room with homework, I'll split the load with you. Kitchen or living room?” she asked.

 

“Kitchen,” said Hikari after a moment of thought. It is my familiar ground, after all, she left unsaid.

 

“You got it, little sister,” said Kodama, the two of them closing the door to their house as they prepared to clean up behind the evening's visitor. As Hikari cleared the table and scrubbed the dishes, her mind kept coming back to the issue of Asuka. By the time that the last of the dishes were dried and put away, Hikari was considering a radical solution to her problem.

 

-

 

“What a bitch!” spat Touji angrily as he and Kensuke began to clean the classroom. Not five minutes earlier, the two had tried to intervene when Asuka had moved from verbally abusing Shinji to physically abusing him. “It wasn't like Shin-man was responsible for her having to re-take the damn test!” he added. Asuka had been informed earlier that her low grade on her Japanese Classics test meant that she would have to take a make-up test the next week. She had been angry ever since.

 

“Yeah, I know!” agreed Kensuke, his head throbbing from the glancing blow that he had received from the German pilot as he had tried to help his taller friend get Asuka away from the cowering Third Child. Touji had managed to get Asuka off Shinji by using the pilot's hair as a handle to jerk her away from Shinji. Of course, he had been rewarded for that by getting an elbow in the gut, a stomp on his instep, and a kick that was meant for his family jewels. Had he had any slower reflexes, he would probably be in the infirmary even now. “Good thing that Horaki jumped in,” mused Kensuke.

 

“No kidding!” agreed Touji. “Not like I thought she would, but it's good to see someone standing up to Red that way,” he muttered, grabbing the mop.

 

“For a minute there, I thought that Asuka would smack her around,” observed Kensuke as he leaned out the window to dust the chalkboard erasers. “You think that maybe Class Rep's beginning to see Red for what she really is?” he wondered.

 

“Maybe,” shrugged Touji, sloppily working his way through the room with the mop. “But someone needs to do something about Red Devil before she goes too far and hurts Shin,” he growled.

 

“Do you really feel that way?” asked a voice from the door. Turning to look, the two saw Hikari leaning against the doorway, her eyes on the floor.

 

“Uh, Hikari,” groped Kensuke, “we were…” he desperately tried to find a serviceable excuse for what she had just heard.

 

“Yeah!” said Touji resolutely. “Something has to be done, Class Rep,” he said firmly. “Shinji's not going to be able to pilot his robot if she gets any more violent toward him,” he reasoned. “And besides,” he added, “it's not like Shin-man's doing anything to deserve it,” he pointed out.

 

“Uh, yeah! Me, too!” seconded Kensuke, slightly confused about why Touji was risking a stand against Hikari's friend, but willing to back him.

 

“What…did you two have in mind?” wondered Hikari, her voice soft, her eyes still on the threshold of the doorway. The two could only see her profile, and even then, thanks to the angle of the sun, not that well.

 

“Um, well, we…” began Touji, only to trail. He shrugged. “Hadn't got that far, I guess,” he admitted.

 

“I see,” mused Hikari softly, nodding to herself.

 

“You aren't going to tell her, are you?” asked Kensuke suspiciously. Hikari was Asuka's best friend, after all. Hikari shook her head minutely.

 

“No,” she said quietly.

 

“What about telling the teachers?” asked Touji, uncommonly insightful for him. “You gonna tell the teachers?” he pressed. Hikari considered that.

 

“I have to report certain things to them if I hear about them,” said the girl slowly. “And then, there is NERV to consider,” she murmured, mostly to herself.

 

“So, you're saying we can't do anything about that violent bitch?!” yelled Touji. To his surprise, Hikari shook her head.

 

“No, Suzahara,” she said firmly, “I mean, there are things to consider,” she explained. Touji and Kensuke looked at each other, then back to Hikari.

 

“Um,” began Kensuke slowly, “just what are you saying, Horaki?” he asked her. Hikari didn't answer for several seconds. Just before he could ask her again, she replied.

 

“I'm saying…” the girl paused, picking her words, “you shouldn't rush into anything,” she said, her tone firmer. Glancing at the two, she straightened and turned to exit the classroom. “Just…don't act without thinking,” she added, slowly moving off down the hall, leaving two confused young men behind her.

 

Minutes after the silent departure of the Class Rep, Touji and Kensuke were just resuming their chores. As they did the daily chores, the two thought about what had just happened. As they were putting up the last of the supplies, Kensuke just had to ask something.

 

“You think Horaki might…?” he wondered. Touji shrugged.

 

“Dunno, Kensuke,” he said uncertainly. “Sure sounded that way, though, didn't it?”

 

-

 

A knocking at the door of the Katsuragi apartment interrupted Shinji's laundry duty. Frowning, he went to the door. “Hello?” he called out, looking out the peephole. Seeing who was there, he blinked before unlocking the door. “Um, what are you doing here, Horaki?” he asked her. “Asuka went somewhere, and Misato is at NERV, so I'm the only one here right now...” he began.

 

“That's fine,” Hikari assured him, waving her hand in dismissal before slipping past him and into the apartment, “I came here to talk to you, anyway,” she said. “I hope that is OK with you,” she added, toeing off her shoes before moving deeper into the apartment.

 

Confused, Shinji closed and locked the door behind himself before looking for Hikari. He found the girl in the kitchen, sipping a glass of water. “Uh…” he began, wondering what she might be doing at his place this late in the evening. Hikari sipped the water, trying to remain calm and collected. She looked at Shinji, finding him to be dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, the shirt spotted with some water spots.

 

“I hope I didn't interrupt your shower,” she said, swallowing with some difficulty. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be! she silently screamed. Shinji shook his head.

 

“I'm just doing the laundry,” he said. Hikari nodded.

 

“Is it your turn tonight?” she wondered, glancing at the hand-written chore sheet next to the refrigerator. Asuka had told her about the sheet, and she had spotted it the last time she was over, weeks ago. Now, her quick eyes checked the boxes, finding that it was supposed to be Asuka's night to do laundry.

 

“No, Asuka had something come up, so I'm doing it,” he said innocently. Hikari nodded.

 

“Oh, I see,” she replied. “Does…that happen a lot?” she wondered. “You doing her chores, I mean,” she clarified. Shinji frowned.

 

“Well, not really,” he said. “She does them when she can, it's just that she's got a busy social calendar,” he explained. Hikari had to take another swallow of water to keep from saying what she was thinking.

 

“So that's how it is,” she said instead, setting the glass down. “Tell you what,” she said forcefully, “since I'm here, I'll give you a hand,” she said.

 

“That's OK,” began Shinji, raising his hands, “you really don't…!”

 

“Non-sense!” said Hikari firmly. “I'm used to it from my own home, so it'll be a breeze!” she assured him. “Besides, we can talk as we do the chores,” she said reasonably. Shinji wasn't sure what to say in response. “So, where are we doing the laundry?” asked the girl, dropping her purse on the kitchen table.

 

“In the bathroom,” said Shinji, “but I don't want to ruin your clothes,” he protested. Hikari shook her head.

 

“This old thing? No worries!” she replied firmly, moving past him. She grabbed his wrist as she did, pulling him along with her; though with significantly less violence than Asuka did. She could feel that his hand was wet.

 

She had chosen to come over in mid-thigh denim skirt with a light green tank top that was thin and close-fitting. Her feet were shod in sandals and her hair was not in the normal twin-tail setup, but loose. Shinji thought she looked better that way, but didn't say anything. Moving into the bathroom, Hikari found that Shinji had been working on the delicate hand-wash pile in the sink, while the small over/under washer/dryer unit worked its way through the rest, small piles of sorted clothes waiting in the three baskets before it.

 

“Looks like you are moving right along,” approved Hikari, picking her way past the baskets in the narrow space, leading Shinji as she went. “I'll give you hand with the delicates,” she directed, stopping in front of the sink, a small pile of panties and a few bras in a heap next to it. On the other side of the sink, the dryer ring was set up, already half-full of skimpy panties and a couple of bras. “Asuka and Miss Katsuragi sure wear a lot of hand-wash, don't they?” said Hikari casually as she settled Shinji next to her at the sink.

 

“Misato always says that lace and silk feel better than cotton and flannel,” he offered her, mechanically picking up where he had been at before she knocked on his door.

 

“And Asuka?” wondered Hikari, waiting as Shinji scrubbed the bit of cloth clean in the soapy water before handing it to her. She rinsed it off and turned to clip it to the wash ring.

 

“Asuka…just doesn't want to wear `common' things,” he said quietly.

 

“Sounds like her,” murmured Hikari, thinking of the modest cotton panties under her own skirt. Come to think of it, she practically lectures me about it when we have gym class, she thought. Asuka always wore expensive underwear, and made sure that Hikari and the other girls knew that it was because she was special and deserving of preferential treatment because she was the Second Child. But, I wonder if she ever washes her own panties? wondered Hikari, feeling mixed emotions about that.

 

“It's OK, though,” Shinji assured her, “since I don't really have anything else to do,” he explained. Hikari gently bit her lip.

 

“You like her, don't you?” she murmured to Shinji, looking over to find him staring at her, wide-eyed.

 

“It's not like that!” he almost babbled.

 

“What is it about her you like so much?” asked Hikari, forging ahead over his attempts to elaborate on the claim. Shinji frowned.

 

“She's pretty,” he said slowly, “and she's a good EVA pilot,” he added. “She's also graduated from college already, and is really popular.” Hikari nodded slowly, rinsing the next item and hanging it up. Sounds like Asuka talking, she thought.

 

“Yeah, she says that a lot,” muttered Hikari. “What else does she do?” wondered the girl. Shinji frowned.

 

“What do you mean?” he wondered. Hikari glanced at him, seeing him intently washing a pair of Asuka's panties. The attention and diligence of his efforts spoke volumes to Hikari.

 

“Well, does she make lunches for you two sometimes? Or help out when she doesn't have to?” asked Hikari, finding herself holding one of Misato's bras. God, Miss Katsuragi's tits are huge! she thought absently. Her own A-cup breasts felt positively flat when confronted with the truth of Misato's cup size. What I wouldn't give for breasts like that! thought the girl enviously.

 

“Well, Asuka's busy in the mornings, and her social calendar is full, so…” Shinji began to repeat himself.

 

“Social calendar?” echoed Hikari. What social calendar?! All she does is brag about her piloting and daydream about that Kaji guy! “Hey, Shinji, you do know that…” she glanced at him, seeing him resolutely washing another pair of Asuka's panties. “…never mind,” she said quietly.

 

By the time that the last item was hung up, she had still not decided how to proceed with her agenda. Asuka is going to be out for at least another two hours, barring an Angel attack, and Miss Katsuragi is supposed to be on night shift, according to Shinji, so I have some time, she decided. “How about some supper, Shinji?” she suggested.

 

“I'll get started in it right away,” he said promptly, moving into the kitchen. Hikari blinked.

 

“I meant I would fix it,” she said, surprised.

 

“It's fine! I'll do it!” he assured her, already working in the kitchen. Hikari's eyes narrowed slightly in thought. He's doing that just because I said something? she wondered. Silently, she moved behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. The young jerked away from the unexpected contact, his arms shielding his head. “Gah!” he gasped. Seeing Hikari staring at him, her mouth open, he smiled sheepishly.

 

“Sorry,” he offered her. Hikari blinked.

 

“No problem,” she replied mechanically, “thought I was Asuka?”

 

“Yes,” replied Shinji, attention back on the stove. An instant later he twitched. “I mean, no! I was just caught off guard!” he hastily - and unconvincingly - backtracked. Hikari wasn't really listening to that, though. Her mind was busy with far more important matters.

 

-

 

“Hey, Shinji?” came Hikari's voice from the door to the classroom, “what are you doing this weekend?” she asked. For some reason, Shinji had drawn classroom duty with Hikari. The two of them were some of the last people at school, and the only ones from their class. Hikari had stepped out to do some Class Rep stuff, but was now back. Shinji, of course, had pretty much finished everything while she was out.

 

“Uh, nothing that I know of,” he said. Hikari smiled at him.

 

“Good,” she said happily. “Then you can come see a movie with me,” said the girl. Shinji blinked.

 

“Movie?” he asked himself. Hikari nodded.

 

“Movie,” she said. “I'll come by your place Saturday about three, so be ready,” said the girl firmly. Shinji nodded.

 

“Ok,” he agreed. Hikari felt a small twinge in her conscience. I'm using his weakness to force him to do what I want, but it's for his own good! she told herself. And for Asuka's own good as well, she thought grimly. Speaking of Asuka, she recalled. “Oh, and Shinji?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Don't tell Asuka,” directed Hikari. “She's got other things to do,” said the girl. Shinji blinked.

 

“Um, sure,” he managed. Hikari smiled at him warmly.

 

“It will probably be easier if you just tell Misato that you are going to hang out with your friends,” she thought to point out. Shinji nodded. “Excellent!” exclaimed the girl, moving closer to him to pat his shoulder. Shinji almost flinched, but managed to control himself. After all, Hikari had never attacked him like Asuka did.

 

In short order, the class room was clean and the two were ready to head home. Hikari put her hand on Shinji's arm, causing him to stop and look at her. “Thirsty?” asked the girl. As always, post Second Impact weather was hot, and the classroom air conditioning shut off after class hours. Even with the windows open, it was always hot and stuffy cleaning the room.

 

“Yeah,” he replied, puzzled. Hikari gave him another smile.

 

“Come with me,” said the girl, grabbing his wrist and leading him down the hallway. Shinji wondered where they were going. He found out in short order as Hikari led him onto the roof of the school, where the breezes were steady and cooler. The sun hung low, and in the shade of the stair access structure, he saw a small cooler and a folded blanket. “Will you get the drinks out of the cooler?” asked Hikari from behind him.

 

“Sure,” he said, moving toward the blanket. Behind him, Hikari shut the door and slipped a key out of her skirt's waistband, locking the door behind them. No point in taking any unnecessary risks, she thought to herself, tucking the key back into her skirt's waist-band. She had slipped away to swipe the key from the teachers' lounge key cabinet. With the key secure, she had gone to her locker and retrieved the small cooler and folded blanket, taking them to the roof before moving back to the classroom to retrieve Shinji.

 

Turning to look at Shinji, she found him kneeling on the blanket, two bottles of cold drink in his hands. Smiling once more, Hikari sank to her knees in front of him, taking one of the drinks. “Mm,” she sighed happily, “nice and cool.” She took a sip from her drink. “Come on! Drink up!” she urged him, giving him a re-assuring smile. Shinji took a drink from his bottle, finding it to be fruit juice. For several minutes, neither said anything.

 

Finally, Hikari spoke up again. “So,” she said, lying down on her side near him, “how are things going with Asuka and Misato?” she asked. Shinji considered that.

 

“They're going,” he said carefully. “Misato is busy at NERV, and Asuka…is just busy,” he said carefully. “She said something about a date with Kaji, I think,” he recalled, frowning. Hikari sipped her drink. Looking at the bottle in Shinji's hand, she found that it was nearly empty. Her own bottle was about half empty. When Shinji swallowed the last of his, she silently handed him her bottle.

 

“Date, huh?” mused Hikari. “So, how was your last date?” she asked him, watching him with a carefully innocent face. Shinji frowned, looking away from her.

 

“I've never had a date,” he murmured quietly. Hikari expected that answer.

 

“Then, we'll just call the movie a date, how about that?” she suggested. He jerked his head around to look at her.

 

“You'd go on a date with me?” he blurted out. Hikari hummed, nodding her head.

 

“Sure! Why wouldn't I?” she asked him innocently. Shinji gaped at her.

 

“But…! Asuka says that…!”

 

“I don't really care what Asuka says,” said the girl levelly. “She doesn't make my decisions for me,” she added, straining to keep the anger from her voice. Damn it, Asuka! You're doing a hell of a lot of damage with your childish nonsense, you stupid cunt! Hikari was not happy with what she was seeing, and the fact that it was just a game to Asuka made her even madder.

 

“Aren't you worried?” asked Shinji.

 

“Worried about what?” came the immediate, calm reply from the girl beside him.

 

“About what the other girls will say? Asuka…” he began. Hikari shook her head.

 

“What the other girls say is not a concern of mine,” she said calmly, “as for Asuka, she has no room to talk!” she added, a bit of exasperated anger bleeding through.

 

“Sorry,” muttered Shinji meekly. Hikari bit back a sigh.

 

“Hey, you don't need to apologize for what isn't your doing,” she said dismissively. Asuka was right about that, anyway - he does apologize for everything and anything! “Besides, she has no reason to stick her nose into this if she is going to be chasing after that old man,” she added sardonically. “I'm looking forward to our date, Shinji!” she added brightly.

 

“You aren't worried about…you know?” he asked, sounding tentative and hesitant. Hikari gave him a questioning look. “About my being…a pervert?” he whispered. Hikari blinked.

 

“Are you a pervert, Shinji?” she asked him directly.

 

“Asuka says…” he began.

 

“Forget Asuka!” she interrupted him. “She's one to talk! Besides, for all you know, I could be a pervert!” she leered at him. Shinji considered that. It wasn't until Hikari's laughter got out of her control that he realized that she had been teasing him. He blushed.

 

“Hikari!” he complained.

 

“Sorry!” she giggled. “But the look on your face was priceless!” she laughed, holding her stomach as she writhed in mirth next to him. Shinji's face colored a little more.

 

“I see,” he sighed, his head dropping. “It was all just a joke,” he said to himself. Hikari's laughter died instantly.

 

“No!” she said jerking upright and grabbing his shoulders. Turning him to face her, she looked him in the eyes. “It is not a joke, Shinji. You and I are going on a date Saturday. I will be at your place at three, got it?” she said. Watching his face slowly fill with hope and excitement, she smiled at him again. “It's getting late,” she said, absently touching his cheek. “Let's get this stuff cleaned up and get out of here,” she said.

 

-

 

“Take care of the place while I'm out, Shinji!” came Misato's cheerful voice from her room. “And if you invite over any girls, be sure to use protection!” she added, stepping out of her room in skirt and blouse, her jacket in hand as he prepared to go into work mid-morning for a twelve-hour shift at NERV. “If you run out of condoms, there is a pack in my dresser; just look in the back of my panty drawer,” she gleefully teased him, stopping to pose for him. “What do you think?” she asked him archly.

 

Knowing what she was asking, Shinji smiled at her. “You look very nice, Misato,” he assured her. She gave a breathy giggle, leaned down to touch her lips to his cheek, and was gone.

 

“See you tomorrow afternoon, Shinji!” came her voice as the door closed. Shinji sighed as he looked around the apartment. Asuka had left the evening before, saying she was staying with Hikari, and hadn't come back yet. “Doubtlessly, she'll show up with Hikari, and that will be the end of our date,” he muttered to himself, setting about tidying up the apartment. Not that anything was really out of place, but Asuka would harp on the tiniest detail, and he really didn't want to hear it right then.

 

Since the brown-haired class rep had told him they would be going on a date, he had been growing ever more nervous and excited. Asuka's departure the evening before had made him breathe easier, though he had gotten little sleep the night before. Now, his subconscious was throwing up nightmare possibilities for him. Oddly enough, they seemed to center on Asuka finding out that Hikari had planned to take him on a date. She would hit me, I know it, he sighed, looking at the clock. He blinked, seeing that while he had been worrying and doing busy-work, several hours had passed, unnoticed. It was a couple of minutes before two.

 

Hurrying to the bathroom, he took a shower, cleaned up, and went to his room. He had already dressed in slacks and a shirt before he even thought to wonder what he should wear for a date. Looking at his minimal clothing selection, he concluded that it was a pointless worry; all he really had were slacks and button-down shirts. “Guess that answers that,” he said to himself, grinning at the irony. “Wonder what Hikari will wear?” he thought a moment later.

 

The answer to that came sooner than he had thought. Hearing a knock on the door, he went to see who was there, glancing at the clock as he passed the living room. It was just short of half past two in the afternoon. Glancing through the peephole, he found Hikari standing outside the door, a small smile on her face as she waited. Shinji swiftly opened the door. “Hikari!” he said stupidly, “um, you're early,” he added, groping for something to say.

 

“Yeah, I suppose I am,” she replied, smiling a little wider. “Is it ok with you if we get a jump-start on our date?” she asked him. Shinji nodded.

 

“S…sure!” he said, dashing back inside to grab his phone and write a quick note for Asuka, telling her that food was in the refrige and that he was out with his friends. She'll probably think I mean Touji and Kensuke, he thought fleetingly, tucking his phone and NERV ID card into his pocket as he exited the apartment. Hikari fell into step with him as they moved to the elevator. Shinji found himself looking at her outfit.

 

Hikari was dressed in a mid-thigh skirt, sandals and a short-sleeve blouse with a simple geometric pattern on it. Her hair was held back in a single pony-tail, and unlike at school, she was wearing some minor makeup. Her hands - held in front of her - clutched a small purse. In the elevator, the two descended in silence. Exiting the car in the lobby, Shinji recalled something. “Um, I was expecting to see Asuka with you,” he noted.

 

“Asuka had something come up,” said the girl without looking at him. “She…probably won't be back until tomorrow,” added the class rep calmly. “Let's leave Asuka out of our date, ok, Shinji?” she suggested, giving him a slightly-strained smile as she reached over and caught his hand.

 

“Ok,” replied Shinji, pushing the concerns about his violent roommate from his mind. Hikari gave him a small nod as they moved toward the train station. “So, uh, what now?” he wondered. Hikari looked at him.

 

“Well, we're early, which means that we can catch an earlier showing of the movie, then drop by the park for a bit before looking for dinner,” suggested the girl. “After dinner, how about you come over and meet my sisters?” she offered.

 

“I wouldn't want to be a bother,” he began.

 

“You won't be,” she cut in, “and my sisters will like you,” she added, deciding the matter for him. Boarding the train, the two rode into Tokyo Three, heading for the shopping and entertainment section. Hikari held his hand in her own the whole time, and slowly, steadily guided it around her waist so that when the two exited the train, no one would know that they weren't a well-established couple.

 

-

 

Kensuke and Touji couldn't believe their eyes. Hikari had borrowed one of Kensuke's digital camcorders Friday morning, and she had returned it a little before noon on Saturday. Kensuke had - of course! - checked the media slot, but there was no card in the slot. Still, Kensuke was not a perverted techie otaku with a war fetish for nothing. The digital camcorder had a small internal memory chip that the camera used as a buffer for the recording and processing of the images. Kensuke knew that the buffer stored the last work files until they were over-written with fresh files; he also had the software to access the internal memory and look at what was there.

 

While he was hacking into his own digital camcorder, Touji had come over to pick him up so they could go to the arcade and cruise for girls. When the jock had seen what came out of the buffer of the camera, however, he and Kensuke had forgotten all about the arcade and cruising for girls who would never give them the time of day, let alone dates. On the screen of Kensuke's main box was a short segment of video and some mostly-preserved stills.

 

“Holy shit,” breathed Touji, “what was Horaki doing with your camera, Kensuke?” he wondered. Kensuke shook his head.

 

“I don't know,” he breathed back, still transfixed by what was on the screen. “But next time she wants to borrow a camera, I'm giving her my best one; and making sure that the compression program is running a backup of the footage to the hard card in the camera!” he nearly panted.

 

“Shit, man!” rejoined Touji, “forget that! I'm gonna ask if I can be her cameraman!” he tittered.

 

“Where did she learn to work a camera so professionally?” wondered Kensuke, clicking his mouse and working on a particular still.

 

“I think you're missing the point,” observed Touji dryly. “Besides, these days, the cameras work themselves,” he offered. Kensuke just nodded. “The carpet matches the drapes, man,” he said a few moments later, absently using the back of a hand to wipe away a trickle of drool. Kensuke just nodded.

 

“I think this should go into our catalog,” the young otaku suggested. “You know how much the customers will pay for this?” he suggested. Touji licked his lips.

 

“Definitely,” he said, grinning. Kensuke began the transfer and clean-up process. As the computer did its thing, Touji was hit with another idea. “But, you know, I think we better ask Horaki if that's ok,” he worried. “I mean, she must have done this for a reason, and if we start selling this and she finds out, we could be in a lot of trouble,” he warned. Kensuke frowned.

 

“And just how do you propose to ask her if we can use this?” asked the otaku. “I don't think going up to her and saying `hey, Class Rep, we salvaged some pictures from that camera, and want to sell them. Is that ok with you?' would be a good idea,” he muttered. “Just what was she doing?” he asked again.

 

“You might be right,” admitted Touji. “Maybe we should ask her what she did with the camera without saying anything that might tip her off,” he mused. Kensuke considered that as he watched the computer render the short clip.

 

“I think we can do that without tipping our hand,” decided the shorter boy. “Man, I can't wait for Monday!” he giggled, absently adjusting his hard dick in his shorts.

 

-

 

Shinji and Hikari met up outside the theater. It had surprised him how much he had enjoyed the movie. It was some variety of `chick flick', he was sure, but unlike when Asuka dragged him to see a movie, he had been able to peacefully enjoy the experience, rather than being subjected to constant orders, complaints, smacks and general bitchiness. Hikari had sat beside him, the two of them casually holding hands as the movie played. Never once had Hikari ordered him to go get her snacks, or accused him of being a pervert, or smacked him for brushing against her. It was, he realized, something he could see himself getting used to.

 

After the movie, the two had separated to visit the bathrooms, and now, they were back together, looking at the setting sun. Shinji's hand caught Hikari's without any conscious thought on his part. Hikari looked at the position of the sun, then glanced at her watch. “Come with me, Shinji,” she said, leading him toward the train station. “I have something to show you,” she grinned at him. Shinji placidly followed her lead.

 

It was a short trip - just two stops on the inner-city line. When they exited the train, they were near the western edge of the tall core buildings. Hikari tugged Shinji along as they entered an office building lobby and stepped into an elevator. Shinji was a little apprehensive about them doing this. “Are you sure we should be in here?” he asked his date. “I mean, this is an office building, and we don't work here, you know?” he shored up his question. Hikari winked at him.

 

“As a public building, we are allowed in here,” said the girl confidently, pushing buttons on the elevator. “Besides, I've been here before several times with my sisters,” she added. The car rose swiftly up the shaft. Shinji watched the numbers flicker as the express car shot upward. As they reached the top floor, Hikari led him out and down the hall to a smaller elevator. Entering it, Hikari keyed in a short set of numbers into the control panel, then pressed one of the few buttons on the control panel. Seconds later, she once more led him out of the elevator and along a stark, unpainted passage to a steel fire door.

 

“Um, it's locked,” noticed Shinji. Hikari giggled, pulling a key from her purse and turning it in the crash-bar lock, the red LED indicator going to green as she did so. Pushing him through, she revealed their destination. “My god,” breathed Shinji, taking in the panoramic view of the setting sun over Tokyo Three. Being on the highest west-side building, there was nothing to disrupt the view, and the low hills farther out framed the last half of the sun nicely. “It's beautiful,” he said softly.

 

Hikari stepped to his side, carefully sliding her arm around his waist. She was a little worried that he might flinch from the touch, but he didn't. Instead, his arm slipped around her shoulders. Hikari felt a tingle flicker along her spine at the movement. She and Shinji were on a shallow roof shelf of one of the retracting buildings, about sixty stories up. The area was clearly not intended as an observatory, since there were only three cable guard wires at the edge of the roof, but as the last sliver of sun slipped behind the hills, Hikari guided him back to a small, crude bench next to the door.

 

Sitting down, she leaned her head over to rest on his shoulder. “I want to watch the stars a little,” she said quietly. Shinji nodded.

 

“Sure, Hikari,” he replied. Silently, the two of them watched the darkness begin to be holed by stars. Below them, the city lights were on, but due to the nature of Tokyo Three's unique situation, few of the lights were positioned carelessly, and therefore the light pollution effect was diminished to near zero. Neither Shinji nor Hikari bothered to keep track of time as they watched the stars.

 

“Have you ever kissed a girl, Shinji?” whispered Hikari a while later. Shinji stiffened slightly, but that was all.

 

“Once,” he said, “sort of,” he qualified. Hikari turned her head to look up at him from his shoulder.

 

“What do you mean, `sort of'?” she giggled softly. “Either you did or you didn't, right? So, who did you `sort of' kiss?” asked the brown-haired girl. It has to be either Asuka or Misato, she bet herself.

 

“Asuka,” whispered Shinji. “She was bored one night, and asked me if I wanted to kiss her. I thought she was joking, but then, she grabbed me, pinched my nose, and kissed me,” he confessed. Hikari processed that for a second.

 

“So, what happened next?” she asked, curious. Maybe… she shook the thought aside. Too late now, she told herself.

 

“She shoved me away and stormed off to the bathroom to brush her teeth again. She was yelling about never kissing to kill time again,” he said quietly. Hikari nodded to herself.

 

“I see,” she said quietly. Why am I not surprised? she asked herself rhetorically. Straightening, she pivoted to face Shinji directly. After looking into his eyes for a moment, she leaned forward, her lips meeting his. Shinji's eyes were wide open in shock, while Hikari's eyes were closed. Hikari didn't try anything fancy; she just kissed him firmly on the lips, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. After a moment, she leaned back. “Well, I feel no desire to rush off anywhere,” she said, giving him a crooked smile. “I think I feel like doing it again,” she added a moment later.

 

“You do?” asked Shinji, amazed. Hikari giggled softly.

 

“Of course I do,” she assured him. “Don't you?” she asked him, straddling his legs so she was sitting on his thighs. Shinji nodded jerkily. Smiling, she leaned into him, her lips meeting his once more. This time, Shinji closed his eyes as well, his hand clumsily seeking some way to hold the girl. Hikari maintained the kiss as she guided his hands to her ribs. Shinji, once he was sure that he was safe doing so, firmly held her by her short ribs, his thumbs just below her breasts.

 

The kiss gained speed, Hikari's lips parting as her tongue edged out toward Shinji's mouth. Shinji likewise was unconsciously seeking to deepen the contact, the warm mass of Hikari fueling a part of him he didn't know he had: the part of the teenage boy. When he felt Hikari's tongue touch his lips, his own nearly leapt to catch hers, the two swiftly beginning to tongue-wrestle. Shinji's dick hardened in his pants, his hands pulling Hikari closer to him so her chest pressed to his chest, her hips resting against his hips.

 

Hikari felt something hard pressing against her panties, and quickly surmised what it must be. Good thing I wore my shortest skirt, she reflected absently. Gradually, she began to grind against the hard member, feeling her pussy begin to throb as her nipples went from semi-erect to fully erect. Her concentration was interrupted by Shinji's hands sliding up to cup her breasts. She grinned around the kiss as she heard him gasp when his hands cupped her breasts. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back just enough to leer at him.

 

“You like them?” she asked him. Mutely, Shinji nodded. Hikari unwrapped her arms from around his neck and took his hands, guiding them to the hem of her shirt. “They like you too,” she purred. “I have something to show you, Shinji,” said the girl, guiding him as he lifted her shirt up. Shinji was almost panting as the shirt raised more and more, getting nearer and nearer to her breasts. When it at last bunched above her chest, he gasped in surprise.

 

“No bra!” he exclaimed hoarsely. Hikari giggled.

 

“Well, it isn't like I have to wear one, you know,” she admitted. Her tits were small, shapely and firm, and it wasn't uncommon for her to skip one when not at school. The dark brown nipples jutted forth proudly, her areolas puffy with her arousal. “Are they big enough for your taste?” she asked feeling him cup them once more. God knows, living with Misato and Asuka, he could be a breast man, she thought irrelevantly. Shinji didn't answer with words; instead, he leaned forward to engulf her pert breasts with his mouth, hungrily and sloppily lavishing oral attention on them. “Ah!” squealed Hikari, hugging his head to her breasts.

 

Hikari was nearing an orgasm when Shinji suddenly jerked upright, almost knocking her off his lap. She saw him grimace in pain, one of his hands grabbing at his crotch. “Ouch!” he gritted out. Hikari blinked.

 

“Shit! I'm sorry, Shinji,” she burst out, forgetting herself, “I should have taken care of that problem before now,” she explained, scooting back off his lap, her hands immediately going to his pants. Swiftly, she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks, tugging the zipper down and struggling to help him get his bound-up dick free of his boxers. When it finally jerked free, it slapped her cheek, leaving a wet spot of pre-cum on her skin.

 

“Sorry, Hikari,” panted Shinji. Hikari just smiled at him.

 

“Don't be,” she replied huskily. “It's not like…” whatever she had been saying was interrupted by a loud growl from her stomach. After sharing a startled look, both she and Shinji burst into laughter. “Guess we forgot about dinner,” said Hikari.

 

“Guess so,” agreed Shinji. When the young man started to reach down to pull his boxers back up, Hikari grabbed his hand. When he looked at her, she shook her head.

 

“Uh huh,” she shook her head. “If you do that, you'll get blue balls,” she warned him. “I'll take care of it,” she promised, kneeling and leaning forward. Before Shinji could mentally process what she was doing, her warm, wet mouth was wrapped around his tip, the girl's tongue already working his wide, thick glans.

 

“Hikari!” he whined, feeling his balls tighten as she fondled them. He was already on the brink, so when she looked up at him, her lips stretched around his cock, he lost what little control he had left, flooding her mouth with a huge load of cum. Hikari barely coughed, her lips never leaving his shaft as she noisily swallowed. After seven shots, his load was spent, and he began to soften in her mouth. Hikari took her time finishing.

 

When she finally let his semi-erect dick slip free of her mouth, she smiled at him. “Well, that should hold me over until we can find some dinner,” she purred, standing. Tugging her shirt back down, she saw Shinji straighten his clothing before joining her. Pulling the key out, she led him back down to the streets of Tokyo Three and the search for a place to have dinner. Shinji's hand rested on her hip as they walked.

 

-

 

“Mm,” groaned the girl, sitting up in bed. Blinking, she looked around, frowning as she did so. Where the hell…? she asked herself, absently wincing as she pressed a hand to her pounding head. Focusing, she found herself in bed in a hotel room. “What the hell?” she muttered, moving out of bed. Her head was pounding and her mouth had a strange, nasty taste in it. Moving toward the bathroom, she found that her balance was just a little off.

 

As she relieved herself, she sorted through her memory as best as she could. I was out shopping with Hikari, and we met up with her sister at her part-time waitress job for dinner, she recalled. They had enjoyed a dinner at a restaurant that - normally - they couldn't have gotten through the door of, and as they finished up, Hikari had suggested some karaoke with girls from school, and she had agreed. After that, though, it gets a little hazy, she recalled. We were having a really good time, she reflected, in fact, it was one of the best times I can recall, she frowned.

 

“So, how did I get here, and where is here, anyway?” she asked herself. Her head was still throbbing, but she was feeling better as she stepped into the shower. Quickly washing herself off, she frowned at the kanji on the bar of soap. “Maybe if I could read this pigeon-scratch writing of theirs, I would know,” she muttered. A familiar shape below the kanji caught her eye. It was a heart with a Western-alphabet `H' in the middle.

 

Finishing up, the girl stepped out of the shower, feeling human again as she dried off with a scratchy white towel. She found herself thinking of the soft, fluffy towels that she enjoyed at home, thanks to the efforts of her roommate. Scowling, she tossed the damp towel aside once she was dry enough to dress. Speaking of dress… she thought, looking around for her clothing. Surveying the room, she found her skirt hanging off the end of the tangled bed. Her shirt was on the floor by the far wall. Her shoes were by the door, but her socks were on opposite sides of the room. Looking up, Asuka saw her bra was hanging from the light fixture.

 

“Wish I knew how that happened,” complained the girl, collecting her clothing. As she stood on the bed to grab her bra, she found that the garment was torn in several places, rendering it useless. Sighing, she tossed the bra in to the small trashcan. She had picked up her skirt and stepped into it before she remembered that she hadn't found her panties. Muttering in German, she searched the room, but didn't find any trace of her panties. Stripping the cover and sheets off the bed, she still couldn't find any sign of her panties.

 

“What the hell?!” she snarled in frustration. On the floor by the head of the bed was her purse, and looking inside it, she found her NERV cell phone, ID card, money, make-up and assorted items. Checking the phone, she saw that there was one voicemail message for her, and one text message. With no sign of her wayward underwear, she checked the voicemail. It was Misato, telling her that she wasn't going to be home and that she should remember that it was her turn to make dinner. Grunting, she quickly dialed Shinji's phone. “I'll have baka take care of it,” she pronounced confidently.

 

For the first time ever, Asuka found herself talking to Shinji's voicemail. Staring at the phone in shock, Asuka stammered out her demand that he see to dinner for her that night. Ending the call, she blinked at the phone, confused about what had just happened. “Why didn't he pick up?” she asked herself. “It's not like anyone but Misato and I ever call him,” she complained, standing. With what clothing she had on her, Asuka prepared to head home. I'll just be careful about sitting and around windy places, she decided, absently smoothing her skirt. Purse in hand, she exited the room, hearing the door lock behind her.

 

Looking around, she realized that there was no one around, and the exit was clearly marked. Apparently, there was nothing else to take care of, so she moved to the exit and found herself standing on the streets of Tokyo Three, not too far from where she and Hikari had sung karaoke the night before. Getting her bearings, she headed toward the apartment she shared with her commanding officer and fellow pilot. As she moved, she quickly checked the text message. Looking at the text message, she frowned. A web address? she wondered. I'll check it when I get home, she decided, holding her short skirt as she boarded the train.

 

-

 

Hikari handed Shinji back his phone. The two had finished dinner not too long ago, and were now headed toward her house. She had asked him if she could borrow his phone to call her sisters, and he had gladly let her. Hikari had stepped away from him for a minute, and once she had her back to him, she had swiftly scrolled through his messages and deleted the voicemail from Asuka. Dialing her home number, she spoke briefly with Kodama before ending the call and handing Shinji back his phone.

 

“So, how is your evening so far, Shinji?” asked the girl, once more hugging herself to his side. Shinji grinned at her.

 

“It's been…incredible,” he said. I can't recall ever feeling this good, he thought. Hikari smiled at him.

 

“That's good,” she purred softly as she guided him to the right train to take them to the stop closest to her home. “This is a good date,” she noted casually. Shinji had no idea what to say to that, since he had nothing to judge it by other than his feelings about the evening.

 

“Well, I won't argue with you,” he said, giving her a half-smile that hit her squarely in her panties. Hikari's smile was tingled with her arousal.

 

“That's good,” she purred, watching the city flash past the window in front of which she and Shinji stood. Shifting, she drew Shinji's arm around her waist, holding his palm over her belly, just below her bellybutton. Shinji swallowed roughly, feeling the heat of her skin bleed through her thin clothes to soak into his palm. Hikari leaned back so her back was resting against his chest.

 

It wasn't until the two arrived at her house that either said anything. As Hikari unlocked the door and entered the house, Shinji found himself in an odd state. His nervousness had been fading during his first date, being replaced by something nearly unknown to him: happiness. Since the kiss on the roof of the building, that happiness had been displaced by a strange feeling of urgency that spread through him. Now, that feeling had gained dominance over all other emotions, and he wasn't sure what would happen next.

 

“Kodama, I'm back,” called out Hikari, negligently dropping her purse on a small table by the door as she kicked off her shoes. Shinji removed his shoes as well, seeing Hikari move into the house.

 

“In here, Hi-chan,” came the voice of the oldest Horaki sister from the living room. Following Hikari, who still held his hand, Shinji found himself looking at a girl that looked a lot like Hikari, except for the black hair, larger chest and hips, and lack of freckles. Kodama smiled at the two. She was curled up on the couch, dressed in a men's dress shirt; and as near as Shinji could tell, just a dress shirt. Uncurling her legs, she stood, smiling at the two as she did so. “So, this is the legendary Shinji,” she said, her tone warm and teasing and not unlike Misato's tone. Shinji found that Kodama was several centimeters taller than her younger sister.

 

“Pardon the intrusion,” he said quietly. When Kodama had stood from the couch, he had gotten a short, fleeting glance of sky blue cloth at her crotch. He wasn't sure if he was glad or not that she was apparently wearing panties. Unbidden, his eyes fell to the older sister's chest, shown off by the loose buttons of the dress shirt. Long exposure to Misato had taught him much. She isn't wearing a bra, he noticed. And her nipples are erect.

 

Kodama gave him a lazy smile. “It's no imposition,” she said calmly. “It's nice to meet you, Shinji,” she assured him, her arm absently draping across Hikari's shoulders and pulling the shorter middle sister to her side in a half-hug. “You two thirsty?” she asked her sister. Hikari nodded. “I'll grab you something,” said Kodama, stretching as she moved past Shinji, causing the shirt to ride up, giving him a better view of her hips. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said to Shinji, winking at him as she moved into the kitchen.

 

Hikari gently pushed Shinji down onto the couch, sitting close beside him, her head coming over to rest on his shoulder. “Um, where is your other sister?” wondered Shinji. Hikari smiled.

 

“Nozumi is staying at a friend's house,” she said causally. “Dad's at work, and won't be back any time soon,” she added. Shinji nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Kodama came back with three glasses in her hands. Shinji took the one she handed to him, discovering that the drink was cold. Looking closer, he found himself looking at a frozen drink. Kodama dropped down on his other side, the older girl's sprawl wedging her against him, pinning him between the two sisters.

 

“So, Shinji,” said Kodama, “how is your evening so far?” she asked, her smile alluring. Shinji took a sip of his drink, finding it to be strawberry flavor.

 

“It's been…very nice,” he said, acutely aware of how close the girls were, and the fact that their proximity was causing a tent in his pants. His mind kept coming back to the kiss on the rooftop.

 

“Just very nice?” teased Kodama. “You must have been on some incredible dates, if this evening has only been `very nice',” she gently teased him.

 

“N…no! I've never been on a date before!” he denied, a little panicked. Hikari might think I have been fooling her, and then she'll get mad, worried the young man. Kodama grinned at him.

 

“Ah! So you are hoping for better dates in the future, then?” she pressed. “I have to tell you, you aren't likely to find a better date than the one Hikari has taken you on,” she warned him. “Certainly not with Asuka,” she muttered. Shinji blinked. He hadn't thought of the redhead all evening.

 

“Kodama,” chided Hikari. It's a little early to bring up the German, she silently sighed. Kodama had never been known for her patience or necessarily for her tact. “You shouldn't talk about other girls when on a date,” she subtly prompted Kodama. Her older sister rolled her eyes, but let the topic drop. Hikari sipped from her drink. “Pina Colada?” she asked her sister, seeing an affirmative nod. Seeing Shinji's questioning look, Hikari smiled, offering him her glass. “Try it, Shinji,” she urged him.

 

Shinji did so, humming in pleasure at the taste. Kodama offered him her drink as soon as Hikari withdrew her own glass. “Try this one, Shinji,” she pressed, smiling at him reassuringly. Shinji sipped the offered drink, his eyes opening in surprise.

 

“Cola?” he wondered, a little surprised. Kodama winked at him.

 

“More or less,” she said casually. “So, tell me about yourself, Shinji,” she suggested. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Shinji found himself being carefully interrogated by the elder sister - with the complete assistance of the middle sister. By the time that his drink was gone, Kodama and Hikari knew more about him than pretty much anyone. It surprised Shinji how relaxed and comfortable he felt.

 

“So, have you and Misato done anything?” teased Kodama. She had taken up a similar position as Hikari, her head on his shoulder, the two sisters facing each other across his chest.

 

“Not really,” he admitted, feeling a shadow of a blush touch his cheeks. Hikari had early on taken to randomly rubbing his chest and belly with her hand. Shinji had not noticed that Kodama had taken to doing the same thing. Between them, the two were keenly aware of Shinji's reaction to their proximity.

 

“What is that supposed to mean?” challenged Hikari playfully, “either you have or you haven't, you know?”

 

“She…teases me a lot,” he clarified. Not that I really mind, I suppose, he added silently. There was a lot to be said for Misato's house clothes, after all; in fact, more was to be said about them than there was of them. “So does Asuka, come to think of it,” he said out loud.

 

“Teases?” wondered Kodama, her hand delicately toying with his belt. Hikari's hand was rubbing Shinji's upper thigh, perilously close to the conspicuous bulge at his groin.

 

“She says things she doesn't mean, and when she has had a few beers, she…gets careless about her clothes,” he tried to explain. Hikari noticed his dick twitch when he answered. “But, she's not serious about any of it,” he concluded.

 

“That's not nice,” murmured Hikari, turning her head to look at Shinji's face. “They shouldn't do things like that if they aren't going to make good on it,” she explained, seeing his questioning look. Kodama delicately unbuttoned his pants, his belt already out of the way. Hikari leaned up, catching Shinji's lips with her own.

 

Better prepared, Shinji closed his eyes, his hands coming up to caress Hikari's cheeks and comb through her hair. One of Hikari's hands was on his chest, the other on his thigh for balance. Trailing a hand from her head, down her shoulder to her waist, Shinji hesitated at the hem of her shirt. Hikari reacted by reaching down and urging his hand up, exposing her bare skin. Shinji pulled Hikari's shirt toward her head as Kodama, using the distraction, pulled his zipper down, his boxer-clad erection lurching higher as the confining prison of his pants was released. Kodama licked her lips, approving of what she saw.

 

Hikari leaned back, breaking the kiss, as her shirt reached her shoulders. Giving him a reassuring smile, she tugged off her shirt, dropping it to the floor by the couch, leaving her topless. Shinji stared at her. True, he had seen her breasts on the roof, but that was not the same as seeing her topless. “So beautiful,” he breathed, reaching out to cup her modest breasts. Hikari sighed happily.

 

“Hey! No fair!” complained Kodama, her fingers guiding Shinji's hard length out of his boxers as she spoke. “If you are going to strip Hikari, you have to strip me, too,” she stated firmly. “It's only fair, after all,” she explained. That made perfect sense to Shinji. She's right; I can't believe I didn't realize that earlier, he agreed in his mind. Turning to the older sister, he eagerly unbuttoned the four buttons that were fastened on the dress shirt she was wearing, impatiently tugging the shirt off the older girl.

 

“Wow,” he breathed, seeing the fuller figure of the oldest sister. It was apparent to him that Kodama and Hikari were related, the two sharing some key characteristics. But looking at the almost twice as big breasts of the oldest sister, he found himself comparing them to the two girls he saw naked most often. They are smaller than Misato's, but then, whose aren't? he asked himself. She and Asuka are about the same size, I think, he decided. Kodama's nipples were a warm brown, like Hikari's, while Asuka's were a delicate coral pink.

 

“Shinji,” came Hikari's hot, wet voice in his ear, “you aren't being fair again,” she reminded him, her hand on his hard shaft, carefully stroking it. Turning to look at Hikari, he spotted the problem nearly immediately. Of course! Kodama is just wearing panties, and Hikari is still in her skirt! he understood. Reaching over to the girl, he fumbled for the button and zipper at her hip that would free her of the inconvenient cloth prison. Hikari stood, allowing the skirt to fall, revealing a pair of small, white cotton panties.

 

Kodama was stroking his dick now, watching him watch her younger sister. Looking down, Kodama examined what she had in her hand in greater detail. While he was busy visually raping Hikari, she could be certain that he wouldn't notice her checking him out. Kodama reassessed her initial impression of him. Hmm, he's more than adequate, she thought, eyeing the thick, domed tip topping a wide, straight shaft. I've seen larger, but not many, she thought to herself. Her eyes flickered over to Hikari, spotting the wet spot on her panties.

 

“Don't be shy, Shinji,” murmured Kodama in his ear. “Help Hi-chan with her clothes,” she suggested. Eagerly, Shinji reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he paused before carefully hooking his thumbs under the waistband of her panties, one at each hip. Meeting her gaze, he saw her nod once, a small smile on her face. Nervously licking his lips, Shinji tugged Hikari's panties down her thighs, revealing her pussy to his gaze.

 

At first, Shinji thought that she shaved herself, but looking closer, he saw that it was a case of Hikari having little hair down there. Aside from some fine hair above her nest, she was completely exposed to his gaze. Shinji had seen his two roommate's pussies before, which was why he had expected to find a neat patch of hair above Hikari's nest. Seeing her nearly-bare sex, though, surprised him. He could see all the details, since Hikari wasn't trying to cover herself up and she wasn't in the process of dressing or undressing.

 

Kodama glanced at Hikari, seeing her younger sister blushing a little, though she was smiling. “Isn't she beautiful?” whispered Kodama, feeling her hand become slick with pre-cum. Looking down, she saw that Shinji's tool was producing copious lubricant. Shifting her thighs, she tried not to think about how horny she was right now. Better move this along, thought the older sister. Reaching out, she grabbed Hikari's wrist, tugging her sister forward.

 

Hikari almost stumbled, but Shinji and Kodama grabbed her, steadying her as she fell on top of Shinji's lap, her knees on either side of Shinji's thighs. Kodama wiggled out from under Hikari, moving around so she was kneeling behind her sister, her hand still on Shinji's shaft. Reaching under Hikari's hips, she switched hands, patting Hikari's hip with her pre-cum slick hand as she checked the alignment of Shinji. Hikari shifted forward, looping her arms around Shinji's neck as she felt Kodama guide his slippery tip to her equally-slippery entrance.

 

“Ready, Shinji?” breathed Hikari, giving him a reassuring smile. Between their two bodies, she felt Kodama's hand, double-checking that his hard length was in the correct place to slide into her. Shinji was panting already. Kissing him, she felt a wet, warm hand on her lower back, urging her down. Relaxing her legs, she closed her eyes as she felt his thick tip part her lower lips. “Ugh!” she grunted. He's big, she thought absently, concentrating on relaxing her lower muscles.

 

“God!” gasped Shinji as his tip slowly forced its way into her slick passage, Hikari's body weight helping him to penetrate the girl. Both of the lovers gasped when his tip finally fully penetrated her. Shinji felt Kodama's hand slowly releasing his shaft to caress his balls. She's so tight! And hot! And sexy! he thought, his mind completely rules by his baser needs. I think I'm about to cum! he worried. Kodama's fondling of his balls didn't help his control any. Hikari pressed her chest to his, undulating her entire body as she wiggled her hips, driving him deeper and deeper into her pussy.

 

Kodama watched as Shinji fully entered her younger sister, her own pussy desperate for some man-meat. Calm down, she told herself, Hikari caught this one, so I'll have to wait my turn. Seeing her younger sister begin to ride Shinji, she found herself wondering once more why Hikari was handling this the way that she was. Pushing those irrelevant thoughts aside, she reached down with her free hand and rubbed her pussy through her soaked panties. Tugging her panties aside, she eased a finger into her drooling sex, coating it with her juice before slipping it up to tease her erect clit. Wonder how long… she started to ask herself, when she got her answer.

 

“Hikari! Ugh!” Shinji moaned, his sack tightening in Kodama's hand as he shot his load into the younger of the two sisters. Hikari hissed in pleasure, the feeling of him filling her with his cum completing her own release. For a moment, neither of them moved. Eventually, Hikari pushed herself back from Shinji, carefully moving back so she stood unsteady in front of him, their mixed cum slowly seeping down her thighs. Shinji was staring blankly at the ceiling, his expression stunned and dreamy. Giggling softly, Hikari glanced at Kodama.

 

“Cute, huh?” she purred. Kodama stood, absently wiping her finger along Hikari's messy slit before sampling the mix.

 

“Yes,” she agreed thoughtfully, “but that doesn't help me any, sis,” reminded the older one. Hikari hummed.

 

“True,” she allowed. Leaning over Shinji, she caught his attention before smiling at him. “Shinji,” she said lovingly, “there is another who needs some attention,” she murmured, kissing him. As she broke the kiss, she sat him up straight, making sure that he was looking at Kodama, who stood in front of him, her panties copiously soaked with her excitement. Glancing at Shinji to make sure he was paying attention, she slipped behind Kodama, hooking her thumbs into her big sister's panties and drawing them down her sister's legs. “Kodama prefers thongs,” she noted casually as her sister stepped out of her panties.

 

Shinji was staring at the older Horaki girl. Like Misato and Asuka, Kodama had a neatly-trimmed patch of hair above her nest. Seeing how shiny her sex was, Shinji was sure that she was aroused. In his current state, he was unaware that his dick had begun to rally, still covered with his and Hikari's mixed cum. Hikari herself used both hands to carefully spread Kodama's outer lips, revealing her inner pink smile. Watching Shinji carefully, Hikari languidly stroked a finger along her sister's sex before easing it into Kodama's entrance. Pumping it slowly in and out, she saw his dick slowly rise to attention once more.

 

One thing about working with virgins, thought Kodama, humming softly as she reach behind herself to rub Hikari's bare sides, you don't have to worry about getting them back up! Shinji's dick had managed a full recovery, standing up proudly from his lap. Turning her head, Kodama kissed Hikari briefly before moving forward to take her sister's previous place. Being taller than Shinji, she had to spread her knees wider to get in position, but once she felt his tip at her entrance, she lowered herself onto him, the mixed cum coating his length helping him to slip into her passage with greater ease.

 

Kodama purred, feeling herself accept him. He feels bigger than he is, she noticed, her pubic bone meeting his. I wonder if it is his shape or his length? she absently considered. Using her thigh muscles, she began to ride him slowly, building her pace as she settled in. Her larger, more developed breasts rubbed against Shinji's chest, Kodama's hand gripping the back of the couch as she began to moan, groan, hiss and sigh in pleasure. Shinji found his own arms wrapping around Kodama's waist as he began to buck his hips upward to meet her as she descended on him. Kodama growled in her throat as she felt his blunt tip stabbing into her cervix. “That's right,” purred the older girl happily, racing toward her release. “Keep doing that,” she directed.

 

Hikari found herself panting in time with her sister as the oldest sister nearly frantically rode Shinji. Oh, god, I'm going to cum again! she thought, a tremor racing through her, starting in her flooded sex and moving out along all her nerves. When it reached her brain, she nearly fell over. Wheezing, she caught her balance - and breath - just as Kodama ground her hips down on Shinji, her head rolling back as she cried out in release. “Fuck yes!”

 

Shinji hugged her tight as his third load of the day boiled out of him and into Kodama. “Ugh!” he grunted, feeling his third shot fill Kodama. Two more weak shots were all he had left. Panting like he had just run a marathon, he closed his eyes, resting his face against Kodama's soft, pert breasts. Just catch my breath, he thought fleetingly. He never heard Kodama giggle softly as she gently dismounted him. Nor was he aware of it when the sisters carried him upstairs to Hikari's bedroom.

 

-

 

Shinji awoke to gentle fingers brushing over his cheek. Opening his eyes, he found himself looking up into Hikari's smiling face. The girl was sitting on the edge of her bed, naked save for a pair of panties, calm and collected as always. He tried to square this image of the girl with what he recalled from last night, but found he was having trouble with that. “Morning, Shinji,” said the girl, leaning down to kiss him briefly. “Sleep well?” she asked, her tone teasing and light.

 

“Y…yes, I did,” he answered, sitting up. As he did so, he realized that he was naked. He also realized that he smelled faintly of flowers. Hikari seemed to be aware of what he was thinking.

 

“Kodama and I cleaned you up last night before we went to bed,” she said. Shinji nodded.

 

“I see,” he said. “Sorry to take your bed away from you,” he said. Hikari giggled lightly.

 

“What makes you think that I slept somewhere else?” she asked him softly, leaning closer to him. Shinji felt himself start to blush. “I could get used to sleeping with you, Shinji,” added the girl calmly. Sighing, she moved on before he could reply. “However, I am sure you have some questions about last night,” she guessed.

 

“Well,” Shinji said, wondering how to ask her about what had been the best moment of his life. Hikari shifted so she could hug him to herself.

 

“Listen, Shinji,” she said quietly, “we can't have any rumors at school, so please don't say anything about our date to anyone; especially Kensuke and Touji,” she said. Shinji nodded.

 

“And Asuka,” he added. Hikari pursed her lips.

 

“About Asuka,” said the girl slowly. “I think you will find her to be a little easier to deal with from now on,” said Hikari. Shinji considered that.

 

“What do you mean?” he asked her. Hikari gave him a small smile.

 

“Asuka does like you, Shinji,” said the dark-haired girl. “She just needs a more aggressive, more confident man,” explained the girl. “I think you will find that if you treat her that way, she will react to you a lot better.”

 

“Really?” wondered Shinji, considering the idea. Hikari nodded.

 

“Also,” she said, “I will help you - outside of school! - to be more confident if you want,” Hikari paused. “In fact, you should probably ask her on a date before too long,” suggested the girl. Shinji sighed.

 

“She'll just say `no',” he predicted. Hikari shrugged.

 

“Maybe, maybe not,” she shrugged his pessimism off. “Either way,” she added, whispering in his ear, “I will always be more than happy to go on dates with you,” she promised him. Shinji gulped. Hikari eased back from him a little. “But you should still try Asuka,” she insisted. “You do like her, right?” she challenged him. Silently, Shinji nodded. Hikari hummed, releasing him and standing. “Well, I am going to fix us some breakfast,” said the middle daughter.

 

“Hikari! Wait,” called out Shinji as the girl started to reach for a tee shirt and shorts. Hikari glanced at him, indicating that she was listening. Shinji scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out how to talk with her about last night. “It wasn't…your first, was it? Last night?” he clumsily asked. Hikari considered that for an instant.

 

“No, it wasn't,” she said a heartbeat later. “Does it matter?” she asked him, watching him carefully. Shinji shook his head.

 

“Of course not!” he declared. “It's just…” he trailed off. Hikari seemed to know where this was going.

 

“Look, Shinji,” said the girl, crossing back over to him and putting her hands on his cheeks, “someday - if you are nice to me - I might tell you about it. But, until then, don't say anything about it to anyone, ok?” Shinji nodded.

 

“Ok, Hikari,” he agreed. She smiled, kissed him, then dressed and moved out of her room. “Breakfast in fifteen, Shinji!” came back her voice.

 

Reaching the kitchen, she saw Kodama there, tapping her fingertip on the counter as she waited for her coffee to finish brewing. Hikari moved to the side of her sister and began to prepare breakfast. “Shinji?” asked Kodama.

 

“Getting ready for breakfast,” said the middle sister, feeling Kodama give her a peck on the cheek. “You hear from her yet?” asked Hikari. Kodama nodded.

 

“Yeah. She should be under control; though for how long is anyone's guess,” muttered Kodama. Hikari nodded.

 

“If it is only for a few days, it should be enough,” murmured Hikari. Kodama sipped her coffee.

 

“Hi-chan,” said the oldest sister quietly, “why are you doing it this way?”

 

Hikari didn't answer for several seconds. “Because it's what's best for him,” she said.

 

“I don't know,” disagreed Kodama. “She's violent, arrogant, hateful and abusive. It seems more like taking Shinji for ourselves would be in his best interest,” she argued.

 

“In spite of all that, he does love her, Kodama,” returned Hikari. “Besides,” sighed the girl, “she needs him more than we do.”

 

“I still think you are making a mistake, Hi-chan,” said Kodama as Hikari made scrambled eggs to go with the toast and sausage. “But, you are calling the shots this time around,” she assured her middle sister. Frowning, she pursued a secondary concern. “You did tell him not to talk, right?” she asked. Hikari nodded.

 

“Yes,” she confirmed, “and he won't; trust me, he is just that way,” she promised.

 

“All the more reason to grab him from that harpy,” sniped Kodama. Hikari shrugged.

 

“If Asuka blows it this time, I just might do that,” she said. “But until she makes her choice this time around, we will do it my way,” repeated Hikari. Kodama hoisted her cup of coffee.

 

“You're the boss, Hi-chan,” she said, taking her seat at the table. Sure would be nice to keep him, though, she thought to herself. Unknown to her, Hikari was having some similar thoughts herself.

 

END