Chapter 1 - Shared Bed

Author’s note: If you’re wondering why she’s referred to as Ai-chan throughout rather than just Ai outside of conversations, that’s just the way her name is listed everywhere, from merchandise to the wiki, so I saw no good reason to mess with it. 


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 The nights were coming quickly, and the winds blew colder down the streets. Winter was upon them. 
 Ai-chan could never tolerate suffering, no of herself, but certainly not that of others - just the sight of her mother swatting a fly was enough to ruin her day, to make her feel like a cold-blooded killer. The sight of stray dogs and the homeless was even worse, and Ai-chan had shown up with a lost pupper at home more than once as a kid, and every single time it ended disastrously. 
 They were walking back from the grocery store, all three of them, including her mother and sister, when Ai-chan spotted the man sitting in the alley on a carton, feeding a small puppy. Ai-chan’s mom noticed her gaze and quickly said, “You can’t help them.” 
“Just some—“
“No.” The tone was frosty and unyielding. “Let’s go.” 
 This is so unfair!
 Ai-chan stood for a few more moments under the streetlights as her mother and sister crossed the street, her eyes unable to break sight with the old man with the puppy. Why did things have to be so bad to some people? And how could her mother be so heartless? Surely we can help them somehow… Oh, senpai, I wish you were here.
“Ai-chan, come on!” her sister cried. “It’s going to change soon.” 
 The angry shortstack blinked away the tears and steeled herself with a deep breath. They’ll be okay, she told herself. I’m not much help anyway. 
 But she was still thinking about them during dinner and went to bed unable to get her mind off. The decision was made unanimously in her mind. Tomorrow, we shall go and help those poor souls!! 
 Ai-chan grabbed the limited funds from her drawer before she left for the day, then, once classes were over, went and bought them some food: soda and sandwiches for the old man, and some cans of dog food for the puppy.  
 she found them in the same place as the day before and approached shyly. “Uhm, excuse me…” The puppy ran under a box as soon as he saw her, but the old man got up and bowed repeatedly. “Miss.” 
 The man looked much worse than she had realized the day before from a distance. His emaciated body was nothing but skin and bones, crossed all over by the deep wrinkles of his leathery skin. He took off his cap to be polite, and Ai-chan saw that there were only a few wisps of white hair dangling from his liver-spotted scalp. He was as short and frail as a child… 
 This man needs to be in a shelter, she thought. Not in the streets like this! A deep desire to slap a middle-aged man or woman responsible for this injustice filled her heart, but she was too silly and ignorant to summon the image of either the mayor or the prime minister. 
“I am sorry, miss, my puppy is very scared of people…” 
 Ai-chan shook her head happily. “Well, some people are bad, so I’m glad he’s not too trusting. Uhm” - she handed the bag, too embarrassed to look him in the eye - “these are for you, sir… I’m sorry, it’s all I knew to buy.” 
“Aaaa!! Aaaa!!” The old man looked into the bag and beamed with impossible happiness, though there were only a few teeth left in his gums. “Miss, this is a real treasure! You’re too kind. Too kind!” Tears of happiness came to his eyes. “Nobody else thinks of us, miss, not even our families, thank you so much…” 
 He took her hand and knelt before her, shaking it as if she were some sort of savior. God, they’re so desperate… The sight just broke her heart. I should have gotten them more things… Tomorrow, maybe. 
 The puppy came out to eat once the old man set some food for him, and as soon as Ai-chan started petting his tiny head he wagged its cute tail with great excitement. “He’s so cute…” 
 The old man chewed at the bit of sandwich in his mouth as if he were trying to melt it. Ai-chan felt bad for him. I shouldn’t get hard food again. “He’s a good boy. You don’t want him, miss, do you?”
“What?! No, no, no, he’s yours…” 
 His eyes blinked hard. “He is, but… I can’t bear to think of him starving here with me. I hope some family takes him. He has the most chances now while he’s a cute puppy. Nobody wants you when you’re old.” 
 Ai-chan put on a brave smile and let a hand rest on the old man’s shoulder, only to think, God, he’s so skinny. “Don’t worry, Ojii-san, I’ll bring you food as often as I can. I promise. And whatever else you need! Please, don’t be afraid to ask!” 
 The visits continued over the week, her mother none the wiser, until one day she came and found a group of young schoolgirls playing with the puppy. “He’s so cute!! “ they made a circle around him, trying to shake hands with his paw. “Ojii-san, is he yours?” 
“Oh, no, no, no… He has no home yet… If one of you kind girls could give him a home for the holidays, that would be incredible…” 
 Ai-chan wanted to cry hearing that. He’s doing what’s best for him even though it’s killing him. This man really deserved better. They both did. She hoped that the girls wouldn’t take him on the offer, but one of them said she would talk to her parents. Ai-chan sat with the old man after they left, feeding the puppy and chatting. 
“Do you think she’ll come after him?” he asked her.
“I don’t know, Ojii-san… I hope not…” 
“I hope so.” He reached and ran his deathly-white fingers along puppy’s fuzzy back. “He needs better.” 
 Ai-chan was about to leave for the day when a handsome man showed up, holding the hands of one of the girls from before. He was dressed in a suit and smelled nice, and introduced himself as a doctor. After playing with the puppy for a few minutes they decided to take him, but insisted on paying.
 The old man shook his head. “No, I can’t accept…” 
 They thanked him instead and left, the puppy wagging his tail happily as the girl carried him in her arms, as if she had been his owner all along. Goodbye, little buddy, thought Ai-chan, and wiped away the tears. A snowflake drifted in front of her eyes and made a sudden shift to land on her nose and where it quickly melted.
 First snow.
 Ai-glanced at the old man. “Ojii-san…” 
 He was choking back his tears. “Thank god…” he kept saying. “Thank god he found a home.” 
“What about you, Ojii-san?... What will you do? It’s snowing, I think.” 
 He waved her away. “Get out of here! I’ll be fine.” 
 Over the weekend, Ai-chan searched for all sorts of homeless shelters nearby, but none were available that could take Ojii-san. She even considered renting a place within her budget, but it was a sky-high price with her current savings, and not even getting a part-time job would be enough to pay it… 
 Both her mother and sister noticed her behavior had changed. “Why don’t you leave your room anymore?” Ai-chan’s mom asked. “Getting the winter blues?” 
 On Monday she saw her senpai on the train and asked him for advice. “What could I do, senpai?” 
 He shrugged and sighed wearily. “There’s nothing you can do, Ai-chan. You did your best.” 
 She was reluctant to ask him, but there was no other choice. She pushed her breasts out for effect and fluttered her lashes. “Senpai… Don’t you think you could take him to live with you?” 
 His face went from blushing to white and shocked. “W-What?” he stammered. “I can’t have some homeless man living with me!! Are you nuts?!” He took a calming breath. “Ai-chan, you did plenty. Now you just need to leave it to the authorities.” 
 Another week passed by, though this time the old man was getting worse as the nightly snows stopped melting and the cold settled in properly. He kept coughing and shaking. He barely spoke even when Ai-chan came, and she soon noticed he wasn’t even eating the food she brought. “Ojii-san,” she said, giving him an infectious smile. “Wanna go to a restaurant with me?” 
 The old man gave her a look and shook his head. There was a world-weary hopeless in his eyes. “Ai-chan, please don’t come here again. It makes me feel bad.”
 It would’ve better if he had just slapped her. “What? Why not?...” Her beautiful face contorted into one of pure sadness. Had she not done enough? She just wanted to help...
“Because… I don’t want you to find me any different than I am today. Anyway, how is my boy?” 
 He meant the puppy. She had saved the pictures off of that girl’s Twitter and showed him the puppy in his new home. The old man looked very pleased. “My prayers were answered. That’s all I could’ve hoped for.” 
 God, he’s just waiting to die, she realized. That was why he wanted her gone. This wasn’t something she could allow… What the hell am I going to do? 
 On that Wednesday, her mother said that she would be late from having to meet some old friends, and Ai-chan’s sister needed to stay at work and finish up a group project. Ai-chan saw an opportunity to do something nice for the old man. 
 She rushed to the alley after school and greeted him, then helped him up. “Come with me.” 
 Ojii-san barely managed to follow along, his feet struggling to keep up with her as they left the alley into the streets in daylight. “Where are we going?...” 
 Ai-chan dragged him along at a brisk pace, ignoring the passersby that stared at them. She managed to smuggle him into her building without the neighbors noticing, then ushered him swiftly into the apartment. She sighed with relief and leaned against the door. “Finally.”
 The old man looked confused to be in their hallway, just standing there in his ragged clothing, snow melting off his torn jacket. “Ai-chan… Why are we here?” 
“Because! I am going to make you a nice lunch, Ojii-san.” 
 Ai-chan went and changed out of her uniform and put on some house clothes, a loose pair of sweatpants coupled with a shirt that was far too tight for her current bust and left the better part of an inch of her tummy uncovered. 
 Her feet padded into the kitchen where the old man waited with great reservation, and started preparing the ingredients. “See, Ojii-san? Maybe we can do this from time to time… There’s no reason to despair…” 
 Ai-chan washed a couple of the vegetables needed and poured water in the pot. She realized Ojii-san was being very quiet and glanced at him to see his eyes glued to her breasts, which were swinging around with the movements of her arms. Ai-chan tried to cover her boobs up (the handbra did very little) and laughed at the awkwardness of it all. “Ojii-san! Eyes up here!” 
 He nodded shyly. “Sorry, Ai-chan… I didn’t know you were so…” 
“Cursed?” Ai glanced down at her boobs that stuck out so much from her chest she needed to tilt her head forward to see what she was cutting. “Look, I can barely see below me. What a pain.”
 Though she could sense his eyes sliding to her chest from time to time, it didn’t really bother her enough to put on a sweater. He was too old and too harmless for it to matter - if anything, it struck her as cute and funny. Oh, senpai, why aren’t you here right now? He was probably at work.  
“Ojii-san, you know what I’m making you here? A special recipe. My lil’ sis and I were charged to make soup once, but we botched the recipe and made this instead. As it happens, it’s much better.” 
 The old man nodded thoughtfully. “Isn’t that how it always happens?”
“What do you mean?” 
“I mean, how do you think sushi was invented? Probably by mistake. Or that kind of stale cheese the French eat. It’s all a mistake.” 
 Ai-chan’s brows furrowed as she cut some tomatoes. “I suppose you’re right. I never thought about it like that.” 
“It’s really—” 
 The keys jingled outside the main door and her heart stopped. She slammed her hand over the old man’s face to shut him up and whispered harshly in his ear. “COME WITH ME!” She held him low and made the journey out of the kitchen and down the hallway in a rush that could’ve been out of a war movie.
 The door slammed closed. “Ai-chan? Are you home? Sweetheart?” 
“Just a second, Mom!!!” 
 God, out of all the times she could have showed up. I’m so screwed!! 
 Ai-chan took the old man into her bedroom and shut the door. “Wait here…” she explained. “My mom CANNOT know you are here, okay? If you hear us coming, hide under the bed or in the closet.” 
 The old man laughed. “You can’t be serious.” 
“OJII-SAN, THIS IS VERY SERIOUS!!!”
 She ran out to greet her mom, who was just putting her coat in the hanger. “Wow, you’re warm,” she said, jerking her head to the tight top. “Something smells nice.” 
“I’m making some soup…” 
“Perfect!” Her mother lifted a paper bag full of bread. “I’ll help you!!” 
 This was a nightmare. Her room was right at the end of the hall, which meant that there was no way to take Ojii-san out without her mother noticing. I am so dead. Meanwhile, the old man was probably starving in her room, wondering what the hell was going on. 
“M-Mom…” Ai-chan stammered trying to speak, her voice cracking under the pressure. “D-Do you think I could eat in my room?” 
“Sure thing. Is something wrong?” 
“I just feel a bit under the weather.” 
 A hand ruffled her hair lovingly. “Just go rest, I’ll bring you some when it’s done.” 
“Oh, no, just call me, I’ll come take it…” 
 She went back to her room and found Ojii-san sitting almost exactly as she had left him. “I told you to hide!! What if it was my mom?” 
“Oh.” 
 Ai-chan clicked her tongue. “Ojii-san, you’re killing me.” She searched her drawer with maddening haste for the key to her bedroom door. She hadn’t locked it in years, but now was a good time…
 Ojii-san was admiring the family pictures on her night desk with her mother and sister, the pop groups and anime posters on the wall, the pink walls that were as girly as could be and cute sheets patterned with hearts. “This is a welcoming room.” 
 For a second, Ai-chan was annoyed. Then she remembered it wasn’t his fault that she was in this predicament, and that he mustn’t have entered a real home in decades. “Ojii-san… Why don’t you lie down and take a nap? Hmmm?” 
 His eyes bulged. “Truly? But no, I can’t… Your bed is so nice and I’m so dirty. I wouldn’t.” 
 He did have a point. Not only were his clothes ragged, but he smelled, and probably hadn’t washed in a long time. It would have been nice if she had her own bathroom, but she didn’t. 
 The key turned out to be in an old jewelry box, and Ai-chan breathed with total relief to hear the mechanism click into place as she locked her door. “Ahhh! We’re safe…” 
 She crashed at the edge of the bed next to the old man, her boobs bouncing between her small arms. “Ojii-san… Later, if we get a chance, we have to make a run for it. To take you out…” 
“Oh, yes, I understand. Thank you, Ai-chan.” 
 For what? she wondered. I only got you trapped in here. It was so offensive that he needed to be made to feel like this… like scum. He was just a human being. A nice guy, at that. Why was her mother so difficult? Senpai, it would have been so much easier if you just took Ojii-san instead. 
 Ai-chan took out her laptop and played some videos for the two of them, and the old man seemed delighted with it. “I’ve never seen one of these up close…” She taught him how to use it, and then the old man started searching all sorts of things for the hell of it. 
 It was getting cold and dark out, though, and her mother still wasn’t done cooking. How am I supposed to send him out like this? She thought of her senpai and what he might say. Surely senpai wouldn’t be heartless enough to do this, either… 
“Ojii-san. Come with me.” 
 She made sure her mom was trapped in the kitchen, then quickly took him into the bathroom that was just next to her bedroom. She locked that too, then helped him undress. “Here, Ojii-san, wash up quickly…” 
 Standing there only in some grey shorts, the lights came down over his skeletal frame and the ribs that poked out of his chest, his arms as thin as toothpicks. The poor thing must not get a lot of food... But the old man was taking off everything, including his boxers. “Ojii-san, you can keep those on!”
“Sorry… I forgot I’m around a young lady.”
 Ai-chan turned and let him wash up. No one was bothering them. He finished up and closed the shower. “I’m ready.” She handed him some clothes she had brought along. 
 There was a pause. “These are yours.” 
“Ojii-san!!! They’re the only clean ones we’ve got!! We’re all girls here.” 
 They ran out together back into the bedroom, Ojii-san now clean and dressed entirely in pink, with some loose pants that sported a floral pattern. Ai-chan kept trying not to laugh when she glanced at him. 
“Listen, Ojii-san… Tonight, you can stay here.” 
“What do you mean?” 
“You can take my bed, and I’ll find some excuse to sleep with my sister. Then, tomorrow, we can go out after they leave.” 
 Dinner soon came and Ojii-san practically licked the bowl four times and went through two breads. “This is the best thing I’ve tasted.” 
 The only thing left was to get him tucked in for the night and find herself a place to sleep. Unfortunately, she brought up the matter too casually to her sister, which wasn’t having any of it. “What do you mean, sleep together for fun? I don’t like to sleep with you, you kick everywhere. Ai-chan, please, you have your own room…” 
 It was 11:21pm and she still hadn’t found a solution. Meanwhile, the old man was in her bed, watching cat videos on YouTube. Her eyes were closing by themselves with how tired she was and she kept yawning. Would it be so bad if she just got in there next to him? He’s only an old man… 
 The image of her senpai came unbidden to mind, but… senpai isn’t here. And I need to sleep. And he doesn’t understand that Ojii-san is harmless. 
“Ojii-san… Would you mind if we slept in the same bed?” 
 The old man gave her a long look. “Oh, no, no, no, Ai-chan, please, I can sleep on the floor! It’s a big improvement over my usual…” 
 In the end, he agreed to share the bed with her, and Ai-chan went to say goodbye to her family. She changed into her pajamas in the bathroom, but this time kept her bra on. There was no need to give the old man a show like that… 
 He was already under the covers when she came in. Ai-chan locked the door and turned off the lights. There was enough moonlight streaming through the window. She went and crawled into bed next to him, the two struggling to fit into the single-sized bed. It all would’ve been much easier if they slept on futons, but her mother insisted on the Western-style beds…
 They twisted and turned until they found a halfway decent position. Ai-chan kept her head on the upper part of the pillow, while the old man slept with his hard back to her, his head pressing into her chest. Against her breasts… 
 It was a little awkward, but… It wasn’t necessarily sexual. 
 They were like that for a while, until he whispered, “Ai-chan… Can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure, Ojii-san.” 
“No matter how I move, that bra keeps poking into me. Do you think you could just get it out of the way?” 
 How could she get it out of the way without taking it off? Was that what he… wanted? Fore sure, the bra was one of the worst that she had, and even she felt uncomfortable wearing it for long periods of time. She felt around the front of her chest and realized that he wasn’t just making things up, and that a wire was actually sticking out. Damn it… 
 She reached back and unhooked the bra, then pulled it off. She could only imagine what her senpai would say, knowing another man was sleeping against her chest like this… I’m sorry, senpai, it’s just a bad situation… 
 With the bra gone, Ojii-san kept pushing his head against her soft boobs, rubbing against them with complete delight as her firm little nipples gently brushed his scalp. “Ahhh, they’re so soft and warm, Ai-chan… These are the best pillows in the world…” 
 Ai-chan laughed uncomfortably. “Uhm, thanks~ Try to sleep, Ojii-san…” 
 Through the window she could see the falling snow, but inside it was nice and warm, especially under the covers. But the old man was restless, and he soon turned the other way. Ai-chan could feel his face against her boobies now, his nose and mouth rubbing against them. 
“Ojii-san…” she said breathlessly. “What are you doing?”
“Ai-chan, they’re just so nice and soft… I’ve never felt anything like it…” 
“Please, Ojii-san, just sleep.” 
 His bony hands came up and handled her breasts with care, outlining their round shape in the darkness. “Ai-chan, please, just a little longer…” There was real desperation in his voice. “I… I need this so much…”
“Ojii-san…” Her own determination was faltering. It was just one time…. One time. If it meant this much to him… 
 The fingers smoothly kneaded her breasts with great care, sending fast waves of pleasure down to her melting tummy. “Just grant this old man this one favor, Ai-chan…” 
 Ai-chan closed her eyes and sighed helplessly. She could feel the gnarled hands massaging her big tiddies and it felt nice to have someone touch them in such a lewd way. Senpai, I’m sorry… The guilt got to her, but… It’s just one time, senpai. Out the window, it was still snowing. Our good deed for the holidays. 
 Ojii-san reached under the shirt and let his fingertips slide directly over her delicate skin, seeking out her sensitive little nipples. The tips made contact and the nipples were flicked backwards gently, but it was more than enough to make her back arch and toes curl. Ai-chan bit her lip and blushed. It shouldn’t have felt good, but it did… Why does it feel so good, senpai? He’s such an old man… But his hands are so nice...
 Her senpai might have forgiven her for getting into this predicament, but how could he ever forgive her for enjoying herself so much… for giving herself to this wrinkly old man? 
“Ai-chan?” The old man’s head popped up. “Are you okay?” 
 Her wet mouth shone in the moonlight. “Do… your thing, Ojii-san.” 
 She prepared for his fingers again, but it was his harmless, toothless mouth that latched onto her nub of a nipple and started sucking like a baby, stroking the undersides of her boobs at the same time. 
 Ai-chan kicked away the covers and wiped her brow. She was heating up way too much. It feels good… Her arms wrapped around Ojii-san and held him affectionately as he fed on her breasts, the softest moans escaping her lewd schoolgirl mouth. This old man is making me feel so good… Who could have guessed… Given the way her senpai longer after her huge boobs and always stared at them on the train, Ai-chan just figured he would be the first to get to touch them and stir these feelings of pure lust in her. But senpai never made a move...
 Ai-chan felt the toothless gums nibbling on her hardened nipples and her pussy tingled, warm juices running down her smooth thighs. I’m so sorry, senpai. Tonight my breasts belong to Ojii-san~ ❤
 The old man went on sucking, making her burn up inside, until Ai-chan could no longer resist. She brought her fingers and touched herself shamelessly as he pleasured and massaged her young breasts, kissing the top of his bald head in appreciation for his hard work. It was so relaxed and cozy in their bed that she could feel every pull on her nipple, every stroke of his tongue, every old finger that sank into her pillowy flesh… 
“Ojii-san ❤… You dirty old man, you’re going to make me come… You’re going to make this schoolgirl come just from using your mouth~ ❤”
 His bit down hard on her right nipple, while the left got tweaked and yanked by his fingers. Ai-chan came early and unexpectedly, the bite acting as a match to the tinderbox that was her twitching and desperate curvy body. She screamed and fingerfucked herself hard, not caring who might hear her, the sweet juices squirting wildly from her overheated pussy.
 She could hear loud footsteps and a hand pushing down the handle of her door, and her heart stopped for a second, until she remembered the door was locked. Her mother knocked. “Ai-chan? What’s wrong? I could hear you screaming!!” 
 Her legs were flailing under the sheets and the waterworks were still in full flow. This homeless old man… made me come. Ojii-san went on sucking on her, undisturbed by the commotion, massaging her breasts with an expertise that made her want to go all over again.
 Ai-chan laughed in amazement and ran her fingers along his liver-spotted scalp. It shone in the moonlight, and the spots looked like some lost archipelago. 
“Ai-chan!! Are you okay?” 
 She took a deep breath and tried to sound normal. “Sorry, Mom, it was just a nightmare! I’m okay now.” 
“Why is your door locked?”
“Because… Because it helps me with the nightmares. I’m afraid someone might come in.” Genius. Ojii-san flicked her nipple just right and she shivered and flexed her toes again. 
“Okay… Just… Sleep well.” 
 Finally, she left. Relief. Ai-chan sighed and closed her eyes. Ojii-san was still going at it, and the comforting feeling of his warm mouth around her breast combined with the exhaustion of the day sent her drifting off into slumberland. 
 Right before she passed out, she thought her senpai again, almost seeing him standing over her in judgment besides the bed. I’m sorry, senpai. It just felt too good ❤. My young breasts and sensitive nipples aren’t used to this sort of stuff. This old man just made such a mess of me, senpai ❤...