Great until bath time.

"Is this the last of it?" I asked Akane. My breath was coming ragged with exertion.

"There are still a few more things, but they can wait for another time, little brother," She replied giddily. As we went Akane skipped in front of me, her skirt flipping up, giving me a glimpse of her blue and white striped panties.

The moniker of little brother made me wince despite the pleasing view. "Akane, do you need all of this... this stuff? My apartment is only a few steps from your mothers; you could quickly get any nonessential items from there. I don't see why you need to move completely out."

"Don't be silly. Of course, I do," Akane replied with a flourish. She spun around to face me a broad grin covering her face. Akane slid in as close to me as possible without physically coming in contact before she continued her dramatics. "What if in the early hours of the morning I should need the use of any of these... these things. I would be much too frightened of the deep dark hallway to cross it alone. I would have to crawl into my little brother's bed and wake him to go and fetch it for me." She placed her hands on my shoulders and rubbed her smooth face against mine as she continued. "You would be all alone. Sinister shadows where ever you turned..."

"Enough already!" I interrupted. "Can't you ever be serious Akane?"

"Spoilsport," she retorted while rudely sticking her tongue out. "Why do you have to be such a naughty little brother."

"For the last time, I am not your little brother!" I shouted as I hauled Akane's suitcase into the guestroom. Exhausted, I fell down on what for the next month would be Akane's bed.

Akane sat down next to me, leaned over my prone body. "Greg, there is no need to be angry. As an apology, why don't I fix my mother's Sukiyaki for you? I have her special Kanto style recipe."

"Kanto style?" I asked as I involuntarily licked my lips.

"Yes," She said, laying her head on my chest. "It is your favorite little... brother..." Akane placed extra emphasis on each syllable of her pet name for me before playfully bopping me on the bridge of my nose.

Looking back on it, I should have put my foot down then and there. After all, this was the type of behavior that Kumiko wanted me to stop her daughter from engaging in. Unfortunately, the rumble in my stomach at the thought of sweet and savory Kanto style Sukiyaki drowned out any misgivings that should have been readily apparent.

"Alright," was my only reply I gave as Akane looked anxiously into my eyes.

"Good," She said with a playful joy as she leaped from the bed. " You finish unpacking my stuff, and I'll get busy with dinner.

Fucking hell. So that was her game all along. Trick me into doing all the hard, tedious work while she goofs off in the kitchen.

Akane hummed a tune of victory as she headed toward the kitchen while I dealt with the tedious task of putting up all of her clothes. As the mouthwatering aroma of the steak that Akane was simmering, I lost track of what I was doing.

"Hurry up Greg it's ready," my young charge called out.

I reached into the suitcase to grab the last of Akane's possessions without even looking to see what they were. I was a bit befuddled when in my hands, I held a small slick, very thin fabric. My curiosity peaked I held it up for closer inspection. "These are panties."

I said with admiration born of youth and my recent sexual peak. I examined the slight fabric closer imagining it, gripping the small round backside of my Asian roommate.

I started to bring the sexy undergarments to my nose when Akane bellowed from the kitchen. "Hurry up, little brother! Don't make me come get you."

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath. I quickly gathered the rest of Akane's bras and panties and shoved them in an unused drawer.

The sight that greeted me upon entering my kitchen was breathtaking. My table was covered in traditional Japanese dishes. "Akane, this is amazing!"

"Thank you, little brother," she answered, a slight blush creeping up her neck. "And here is the best part." She produced a bottle of exquisite saké.

"Wait, I don't know about that. Aren't you too young? And you know the adverse effect **** has on boys. The shota virus makes us extra sensitive," I said, eyeing the bottle with trepidation.

"Don't be like that I'm 18 practically a woman and your technically twenty-six. Plus, it's not like either of us has anything to do tomorrow. We can sleep it off if we have to," Akane retorted in protest.

"Fine, but let's not go crazy," I relented.

The dinner was fantastic; the food tasted divine. I ate until I was stuffed. Unfortunately, between the deceptive tiny cups it is served in and the beautiful and witty eye candy that was Akane, I did not keep proper track of my **** intake. Soon I was slurring words and flirting hard with my new roommate.

Akane smiled a mischievous grin at me. "I think it's time you took your bath."

In my haze, I could think of no reason to disagree, so I stumbled my way into my Japanese style bathroom. The tiled floor with a drain in the middle made for easy washing outside of the tub so that the bathwater was not polluted. I placed my head against a wall to steady myself as I began to undress. My coordination was severely limited by drink. My feet tangled together, and I crashed to the floor. When I tried to stand, I found myself immobilized in a tangle of my clothes.

As I rolled on the floor like a fish out of his bowl, I heard the hurried steps of Akane as she raced to the bathroom to see what fate had befallen me. "Little Brother! Oh, I knew you had drunk too much."

Without hesitation, she went to work, disentangling me from my clothes. A side product of this was that she, in the process, stripped me naked. "I can not in good conscience let you take a bath on your own. I would not be able to live with myself if I let my little brother drown."

Before I could protest, Akane had shed her clothes. In my **** state, I could not help gawking at her luscious milky white breast and cleanly shaven pussy. Akane blushed slightly as she caught sight of my blatant stare before turning my back to her so that she could wash me and so that I could hide my cock that I was positive would soon be stiff.

I could feel my loins stirring. The young 18 year old's soapy hands were more caressing me than cleaning me. Akane's pert breast and rock hard nipples pressed into my back, causing electricity to race up and down my spine. I shoved my legs together in a last ditched effort to keep Akane from stroking my semi-rigid cock. If this keeps up for long, I'll be as hard as a rock.

"Let's get in little brother," she whispered seductively in my ear.

Too mesmerized to protest, I did as Akane asked. She sat behind me and pulled me close. She wrapped a leg around my waist to prevent any escape I might ponder. "Little brother, this is my first time seeing a male body. I've dreamed of you since mother, and I moved in. Please use your hand."

She reached out, grabbed my hand, and placed it on her inner thigh.

My drunk mind could not think clearly. I wanted to feel Akane's slit. Turn around and slide inside her. But my mother's warning was fighting with me to avoid such an act. What should I do? I want to fuck her, but is it safe?