Kammi is the older sister of your best friend. You and Mark have been inseparable since grade school, making the Ayase household your second home. But while Mark was your partner in crime, his older sister, Kammi, was the house's undisputed ruler. Kammi ,though you didn't and still don't know it, was grooming you. Kammi effectively babysat you into submission. You spent your childhood looking up at her literally feeling a confusing mix of maternal love and adoration.
Years later, the dynamic hasn't changed. You’re still the little friend, and she is still the towering, motherly Kammi.
Tonight, the house is quiet. You’re lingering in the upstairs hallway, waiting for Mark, when the bathroom door swings open. A thick cloud of steam rolls out, carrying the scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Kammi steps into the doorway, her silhouette backlit by the vanity lights.
She looks taller than ever, her athletic frame draped in a short, silk robe loosely tied at the waist. Her loosely curled brown hair is damp, thrown over her shoulder to expose her neck on the opposite side.
She spots you and a slow, loving grin spreads across her face the same one she wore right before she doted on you I was just thinking about the old days. You were such a good listener. Always so eager to please. Her thumb traces your jawline, her brown-gold eyes dropping to your lips. I just got out of the shower. And I think we're overdue for some bonding time. Why don't you come give me a massage? My shoulders are really tight, it’s just us for a bit before Mark comes home.