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Sashimi woke the next morning, gathering her great mass of black hair into a high bun, preparing to cook breakfast for her family. After a quick restroom break, she went down the hall to the kitchen. As she got closer, though, she noticed a sort of roaring sound that was only getting louder and louder. Finally, she saw where the sound was coming from-- Genmai was lying on the living room floor, his legs still on the couch as if he had slipped off (for some reason, his shorts were cast to the far corner of the living room) and his shirt pulled up exposing his potbelly to the world, and boy, he was snoring up a storm like how he usually does when he sleeps in weird positions. Did you fall asleep after having ice cream with Mom? Sashimi wondered. The night before, she had witnessed her parents being flirty and had given them privacy when her mother offered her father "something sweet" to top him off. Naturally, Sashimi assumed she was referring to the ice cream in the freezer. Maybe her parents were watching a late-night movie with their ice cream and her father fell asleep at some point. Oh well; regardless, she needed to get to work if she wanted to get everyone's breakfasts finished cooking by a decent time.

"Okay, I need eggs..." SKNX-X-X-X... "Bacon," SKNX-X-X-X... "Romano cheese," SKNX-X-X-X-X-X-X~! Okay, I seriously can't work with that noise going! the daughter finally surrendered to her father's relentless snores. She took to the living room to resolve the matter.

Now, it was a simple trick when her father snored like that; a quick jab to the side always got him sleeping soundly. Kneeling down beside him on the floor, Sashimi realized a new challenge. Her father had gained substantial weight since she last jabbed his side. She held up one hand in preparation, but given the size of his girth, she decided two hands would probably do a better job. The trick was to give a quick jab with enough shock to get him breathing normally without waking him up. Oh, but how hard should she jab him? His belly was just one big jiggly mass after all, and for every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction. Sashimi sat there, holding up two hands, running her mental calculations-- if anyone saw her in such a position, they would assume she was giving reverence to the great lardy mass as if it were some deity. Finally, she delivered a sharp shove to his side. After a snort and a chuckle, Genmai was sleeping soundly. "Thank you, Dad," Sashimi bowed her head, covering up his belly just because it felt like the right thing to do.

Partway through gathering the ingredients, there came a knock at the door. Who would that be, this early in the day? Sashimi looked at her pajamas; she was decent if it happened to be a delivery man. Granted, she wasn't wearing a bra, but her shirt was baggy enough that you couldn't tell otherwise. Taking a peek through the peep hole, she saw her very disgruntled uncle, Senbei, on the other side. Sashimi opened the door to him glowering down at her, his clothes mussed and his hair sticking out in weird ways. It literally looked like he had just rolled out of bed and appeared at their doorstep. It was kind of funny-- when he didn't comb his hair, there was a stronger resemblance to Genmai, who had naturally messy hair. "Where is he?" Senbei demanded of his niece.

"Who?" Sashimi replied stupidly. "Er-- I mean..." She took a second to gather her thoughts. "Dad is asleep right now, but, um, why... don't you come in?" Senbei didn't need to be told twice. He shoved past her, but at least had the decency to slip off his flip-flops by the door. Why do I feel like I just invited a vampire inside? Sashimi wondered as she closed the door.

Senbei immediately found his brother slumbering away on the floor in the living room. The man lifted his right foot as high as it could go and delivered a deadly drop kick to Genmai's belly, knocking the wind out of the poor man and shocking him awake. After a few coughs, Genmai grumbled drowsily, "The fuck is your problem?" casting a nasty glare at his brother as he sat up.

"You know what the fuck that was for!" Senbei retorted, careful to keep his low in regards to the rest of the slumbering family. You could tell he really wanted to be shouting at the top of his lungs. "You put that fuckin' mannequin in my shower when you dropped me off last night! That plastic bitch scared the crap out of me this morning!"

"Oh, oh yeah," Genmai remarked sarcastically. "Because, you know, I love wasting my money by propping up random mannequins all over the place. Hell, Sashimi can even show you my closet where I keep my mannequins." Senbei was beginning to show slight signs of being swayed. "Besides, who says I left it in your shower? Patrick came into the hotel with me because he needed to take a piss. He could have left the doll in your bathroom by accident. I mean, you all were so fuckin' drunk off your asses."

Wow! Where did you learn how to lie like that? Sashimi wondered. Her father was the honest-to-a-fault kind of guy, so he was horrible at lying. White lies were somewhat doable, but a falsehood of this caliber was usually outside his abilities. Now, she wasn't going to call her father out on it-- she knew what would happen if Senbei found out he did indeed leave a mannequin in his shower.

Senbei turned the other way; he was a proud man, and it always took him a moment to muster a sincere apology, especially when it came to Genmai. Why? Sashimi never understood. Genmai rubbed the spot where he was drop-kicked and released an almighty belch-- probably from all that air he was swallowing while he was snoring for who knows how long. "Oof! You really knocked the wind out of me," he joked. Charming, Sashimi thought, but the play on words was enough to make her uncle grin a little.

"I'm sorry for accusing you... and for drop-kicking you like that." Senbei finally apologized.

"Eh, it's fine."

"Uncle Sen, did you drive here?" Sashimi inquired. The man still reeked of alcohol and he didn't seem to have the ability to stand straight without swaying slightly. Meanwhile, Genmai went through a series of stretches, which somehow lead to him doing a handstand and walking a few paces-- sometimes, he did stuff like that to make sure he still could.

"No, I took the bus. I may not know my limits when drinking, but I know when I can and can't handle driving." the man assured her.

"Would you like me to bring you something to drink?"

"Some water would be lovely. Thank you, dear."

"Oh, yeah!" Genmai exclaimed, standing back on his feet. "I did put that mannequin in your shower," he declared with a stupidly proud grin. YOU FORGOT?! Sashimi wanted to snap at the man. Then again, it did make sense; he was just woken up abruptly and interrogated without a moment to collect his thoughts.

"You sonnova--!" Senbei lunged at his brother in fury, but Genmai was ready this time. Sashimi escaped to the kitchen, preferring to ignore her father's fight altogether. She listened as the men grunted and groaned, each trying to force the other into submission, but even with both men relatively sober, there was no contest. Genmai had more muscle mass than his spindly elder brother, and his extra 50-some pounds didn't seem to slow him down much either. The fight was over in a matter of minutes, Genmai pinning his sore-loser of a brother to the floor beneath his foot.

"Anything you want to say?" Genmai leered, milking the victory for all it's worth.

"I hate you." Senbei grumbled.

"Huh? What's that? Surely I didn't hear you correctly."

"...you win..."

"Thank you," Genmai grinned, releasing his brother. "Now I feel gross after touching you. I'm going to take a shower."

"Would you like to stay for breakfast, Uncle Sen?" Sashimi offered after she gave the man a chance to stand up. Sending him back to his hotel hungover and beaten didn't seem humane in the slightest.

"I would love to, actually."

"Be grateful my daughter is sweet enough to spare a portion of our breakfast with you," Genmai declared just to make an ass of himself. As much as she loved it when family visited, Sashimi could do without the immature behavior her father normally displayed.

"Actually, I was going to give him your portion," Sashimi remarked.

Her father stood in stunned silence for a moment, then placed his hand on her head. "Don't joke like that. That was not funny."

"I thought it was," she smirked. Her dad was always weirdly possessive when it came to his food; Uncle Sen had admitted once that the fault lied in him constantly stealing food from Genmai when they were growing up.

"Hey, wait-- why are you cooking breakfast? Today's your birthday," Genmai reminded.

"I know, but I also know you and mom were up late last night, so I thought I could at least make breakfast before letting the day be all about me."

"How did you know we were up late?" Please tell me she didn't see Mizu breastfeeding me! Panic dropped like a lead weight in his stomach. Such moments were sacred between the couple. He could already imagine her respect for him reaching rock bottom at such a sight.

"I just heard you guys talking in the living room." Sashimi fibbed, finding her father's panicked expression somewhat adorable. Clearly, the tummy cuddling that had commenced was supposed to be just between him and her mother. He didn't do such such saccharine acts in front of the children very much (if at all).

"Okay," Genmai sighed. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. I trust you to hold down the fort."

"Yes, sir." With that, Genmai took to the master bathroom to bathe.

"I'm going to catch up on some sleep, okay?" Senbei announced, pointing to the couch. "Oh, and, um..." he lowered his voice so only Sashimi could hear him. "Watch over me, will you? I get the feeling your dad will try to kill me in my sleep."

"I wouldn't put it past him," the dutiful niece agreed. Of course, it was her uncle's fault for drop-kicking Genmai in the first place, but she kept that to herself.

Cooking was a fairly peaceful operation, the smell of single-serving breakfast pizzas topped with sunny-side up eggs, bacon and cheese filling the house and tantalizing drowsy senses awake. If the family wasn't woken up by the home-cooking, they were woken up by the ear-splitting shriek Senbei released when breakfast was about done. After placing the hot pizza down hastily on the counter, Sashimi glanced into the living room to see Senbei stretching Genmai's cheeks angrily while Genmai howled with laughter. Apparently, when Senbei was starting to stir, Genmai seized the opportunity and took the perfect position for Senbei to open his eye to another pair staring straight at him. Despite the chaos, Sashimi preferred this to being forced to interact with Senbei's daughter and her cousin, Beika Umami.

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Brothers will be brothers
I promise Genmai and Senbei love each other more than they let on

Description
Sashimi woke the next morning, gathering her great mass of black hair into a high bun, preparing to cook breakfast for her family. After a quick restroom break, she went down the hall to the kitchen. As she got closer, though, she noticed a sort of roaring sound that was only getting louder and louder. Finally, she saw where the sound was coming from-- Genmai was lying on the living room floor, his legs still on the couch as if he had slipped off (for some reason, his shorts were cast to the far corner of the living room) and his shirt pulled up exposing his potbelly to the world, and boy, he was snoring up a storm like how he usually does when he sleeps in weird positions. Did you fall asleep after having ice cream with Mom? Sashimi wondered. The night before, she had witnessed her parents being flirty and had given them privacy when her mother offered her father "something sweet" to top him off. Naturally, Sashimi assumed she was referring to the ice cream in the freezer. Maybe her parents were watching a late-night movie with their ice cream and her father fell asleep at some point. Oh well; regardless, she needed to get to work if she wanted to get everyone's breakfasts finished cooking by a decent time.

"Okay, I need eggs..." SKNX-X-X-X... "Bacon," SKNX-X-X-X... "Romano cheese," SKNX-X-X-X-X-X-X~! Okay, I seriously can't work with that noise going! the daughter finally surrendered to her father's relentless snores. She took to the living room to resolve the matter.

Now, it was a simple trick when her father snored like that; a quick jab to the side always got him sleeping soundly. Kneeling down beside him on the floor, Sashimi realized a new challenge. Her father had gained substantial weight since she last jabbed his side. She held up one hand in preparation, but given the size of his girth, she decided two hands would probably do a better job. The trick was to give a quick jab with enough shock to get him breathing normally without waking him up. Oh, but how hard should she jab him? His belly was just one big jiggly mass after all, and for every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction. Sashimi sat there, holding up two hands, running her mental calculations-- if anyone saw her in such a position, they would assume she was giving reverence to the great lardy mass as if it were some deity. Finally, she delivered a sharp shove to his side. After a snort and a chuckle, Genmai was sleeping soundly. "Thank you, Dad," Sashimi bowed her head, covering up his belly just because it felt like the right thing to do.

Partway through gathering the ingredients, there came a knock at the door. Who would that be, this early in the day? Sashimi looked at her pajamas; she was decent if it happened to be a delivery man. Granted, she wasn't wearing a bra, but her shirt was baggy enough that you couldn't tell otherwise. Taking a peek through the peep hole, she saw her very disgruntled uncle, Senbei, on the other side. Sashimi opened the door to him glowering down at her, his clothes mussed and his hair sticking out in weird ways. It literally looked like he had just rolled out of bed and appeared at their doorstep. It was kind of funny-- when he didn't comb his hair, there was a stronger resemblance to Genmai, who had naturally messy hair. "Where is he?" Senbei demanded of his niece.

"Who?" Sashimi replied stupidly. "Er-- I mean..." She took a second to gather her thoughts. "Dad is asleep right now, but, um, why... don't you come in?" Senbei didn't need to be told twice. He shoved past her, but at least had the decency to slip off his flip-flops by the door. Why do I feel like I just invited a vampire inside? Sashimi wondered as she closed the door.

Senbei immediately found his brother slumbering away on the floor in the living room. The man lifted his right foot as high as it could go and delivered a deadly drop kick to Genmai's belly, knocking the wind out of the poor man and shocking him awake. After a few coughs, Genmai grumbled drowsily, "The fuck is your problem?" casting a nasty glare at his brother as he sat up.

"You know what the fuck that was for!" Senbei retorted, careful to keep his low in regards to the rest of the slumbering family. You could tell he really wanted to be shouting at the top of his lungs. "You put that fuckin' mannequin in my shower when you dropped me off last night! That plastic bitch scared the crap out of me this morning!"

"Oh, oh yeah," Genmai remarked sarcastically. "Because, you know, I love wasting my money by propping up random mannequins all over the place. Hell, Sashimi can even show you my closet where I keep my mannequins." Senbei was beginning to show slight signs of being swayed. "Besides, who says I left it in your shower? Patrick came into the hotel with me because he needed to take a piss. He could have left the doll in your bathroom by accident. I mean, you all were so fuckin' drunk off your asses."

Wow! Where did you learn how to lie like that? Sashimi wondered. Her father was the honest-to-a-fault kind of guy, so he was horrible at lying. White lies were somewhat doable, but a falsehood of this caliber was usually outside his abilities. Now, she wasn't going to call her father out on it-- she knew what would happen if Senbei found out he did indeed leave a mannequin in his shower.

Senbei turned the other way; he was a proud man, and it always took him a moment to muster a sincere apology, especially when it came to Genmai. Why? Sashimi never understood. Genmai rubbed the spot where he was drop-kicked and released an almighty belch-- probably from all that air he was swallowing while he was snoring for who knows how long. "Oof! You really knocked the wind out of me," he joked. Charming, Sashimi thought, but the play on words was enough to make her uncle grin a little.

"I'm sorry for accusing you... and for drop-kicking you like that." Senbei finally apologized.

"Eh, it's fine."

"Uncle Sen, did you drive here?" Sashimi inquired. The man still reeked of alcohol and he didn't seem to have the ability to stand straight without swaying slightly. Meanwhile, Genmai went through a series of stretches, which somehow lead to him doing a handstand and walking a few paces-- sometimes, he did stuff like that to make sure he still could.

"No, I took the bus. I may not know my limits when drinking, but I know when I can and can't handle driving." the man assured her.

"Would you like me to bring you something to drink?"

"Some water would be lovely. Thank you, dear."

"Oh, yeah!" Genmai exclaimed, standing back on his feet. "I did put that mannequin in your shower," he declared with a stupidly proud grin. YOU FORGOT?! Sashimi wanted to snap at the man. Then again, it did make sense; he was just woken up abruptly and interrogated without a moment to collect his thoughts.

"You sonnova--!" Senbei lunged at his brother in fury, but Genmai was ready this time. Sashimi escaped to the kitchen, preferring to ignore her father's fight altogether. She listened as the men grunted and groaned, each trying to force the other into submission, but even with both men relatively sober, there was no contest. Genmai had more muscle mass than his spindly elder brother, and his extra 50-some pounds didn't seem to slow him down much either. The fight was over in a matter of minutes, Genmai pinning his sore-loser of a brother to the floor beneath his foot.

"Anything you want to say?" Genmai leered, milking the victory for all it's worth.

"I hate you." Senbei grumbled.

"Huh? What's that? Surely I didn't hear you correctly."

"...you win..."

"Thank you," Genmai grinned, releasing his brother. "Now I feel gross after touching you. I'm going to take a shower."

"Would you like to stay for breakfast, Uncle Sen?" Sashimi offered after she gave the man a chance to stand up. Sending him back to his hotel hungover and beaten didn't seem humane in the slightest.

"I would love to, actually."

"Be grateful my daughter is sweet enough to spare a portion of our breakfast with you," Genmai declared just to make an ass of himself. As much as she loved it when family visited, Sashimi could do without the immature behavior her father normally displayed.

"Actually, I was going to give him your portion," Sashimi remarked.

Her father stood in stunned silence for a moment, then placed his hand on her head. "Don't joke like that. That was not funny."

"I thought it was," she smirked. Her dad was always weirdly possessive when it came to his food; Uncle Sen had admitted once that the fault lied in him constantly stealing food from Genmai when they were growing up.

"Hey, wait-- why are you cooking breakfast? Today's your birthday," Genmai reminded.

"I know, but I also know you and mom were up late last night, so I thought I could at least make breakfast before letting the day be all about me."

"How did you know we were up late?" Please tell me she didn't see Mizu breastfeeding me! Panic dropped like a lead weight in his stomach. Such moments were sacred between the couple. He could already imagine her respect for him reaching rock bottom at such a sight.

"I just heard you guys talking in the living room." Sashimi fibbed, finding her father's panicked expression somewhat adorable. Clearly, the tummy cuddling that had commenced was supposed to be just between him and her mother. He didn't do such such saccharine acts in front of the children very much (if at all).

"Okay," Genmai sighed. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. I trust you to hold down the fort."

"Yes, sir." With that, Genmai took to the master bathroom to bathe.

"I'm going to catch up on some sleep, okay?" Senbei announced, pointing to the couch. "Oh, and, um..." he lowered his voice so only Sashimi could hear him. "Watch over me, will you? I get the feeling your dad will try to kill me in my sleep."

"I wouldn't put it past him," the dutiful niece agreed. Of course, it was her uncle's fault for drop-kicking Genmai in the first place, but she kept that to herself.

Cooking was a fairly peaceful operation, the smell of single-serving breakfast pizzas topped with sunny-side up eggs, bacon and cheese filling the house and tantalizing drowsy senses awake. If the family wasn't woken up by the home-cooking, they were woken up by the ear-splitting shriek Senbei released when breakfast was about done. After placing the hot pizza down hastily on the counter, Sashimi glanced into the living room to see Senbei stretching Genmai's cheeks angrily while Genmai howled with laughter. Apparently, when Senbei was starting to stir, Genmai seized the opportunity and took the perfect position for Senbei to open his eye to another pair staring straight at him. Despite the chaos, Sashimi preferred this to being forced to interact with Senbei's daughter and her cousin, Beika Umami.

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Brothers will be brothers
I promise Genmai and Senbei love each other more than they let on