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Visiting the comics shop after school was a weekly venture for Michikatsu. It was a good getaway from all the stresses in his life. Most of the time, he’d be alone but today he had his friends for company.
"You're lying, aren't you? I don't believe you!"
Michikatsu flips to the next page of his comic.
“Believe what you want, Douma,”
The friend sighs and places an arm around the twin’s shoulder. To which Michikatsu leans away in retaliation.
“Michikatsu~” Douma drawls.
“You shouldn’t be ashamed to do it, y'know? In fact, I’d say it’s even healthy for us to be doing it at our age!”
The boy’s left eye twitches in irritation, both at Douma’s bothersome nature of being too close for comfort and his dumb opinions.
“And how is jerking off healthy for us again?” Michikatsu questions calmly whilst nudging his friend away with an elbow block, eyes still glued to the comic in his hand.
“Well for starters—”
“For the love of everything good, can you just please shut the fuck up?” their third friend, Hakuji, finally intercepts. Clearly annoyed by the blond boy’s foolery.
“Who gives a shit if Michikatsu’s never jerked off before?” he grits in a hushed whisper, huddling closer towards the other two boys.
“Everybody can hear your loud ass voice, Douma,” Hakuji warns, eyeing the other shop visitors trying to read their comics in peace.
“Oh c’mon, that doesn’t matter! What matters is that our friend here is repressed! We need to help him, Hakuji!”
“The hell?! Why do you have to be such a perv all the time?” he responds. The two then begin to bicker, completely forgetting about Hakuji’s concern of disturbing the other customers.
Michikatsu remains quiet as he intends to let his friends tire themselves out arguing with each other. He was used to Hakuji and Douma going at each other’s throats.
Well, more so from Hakuji’s side than Douma’s.
With a low sigh, Michikatsu flips the comic he was reading closed and places it back where he found it. “It’s getting late. We should head back,”
Without waiting for a reply, Michikatsu picked up his school shoulder bag off the ground and began taking steps towards the store exit. Surprised, Hakuji looked down at his wristwatch and was shocked to see that it was almost 6.20 in the afternoon.
“Crap! I promised Koyuki and her dad I’d have dinner with them at 7 later,”
Frantic, the pink-haired boy quickly follows the older twin’s lead.
“Ah, wait!!” Douma picks his bag off from the ground as well.
“There’s something I want to buy! Give me a minute!” he says, before running off to another part of the store.
Irritated, Hakuji shouts back at nothing.
“Why didn’t you get it earlier, dumbass?!”
Michikatsu shakes his head and turns to look at his friend. “Let’s just wait for him outside,”
After a few minutes, Douma finally emerges from the store with a paper bag in hand. The impatient sounds of Hakuji’s feet tapping against the ground stop and they wait for Douma to approach them.
“I’m back,” he sings, walking over towards them with a bounce in his step.
“Took you long enough. What exactly did you want to buy?”
Grinning, Douma holds the paper bag up next to his face. The top of the paper bag closed shut with a single staple.
“Well, my dear Hakuji, it’s actually a present for our beloved Michi-chan,”
Michikatsu’s face twists into a sour expression at the nickname and at the thought of Douma giving him a surprise present. Given their conversation earlier, the twin brother had an inkling of what the present might be.
As eccentric and hard-to-read Douma was, Michikatsu’s known him long enough to more or less predict things he would do.
“A present?” Hakuji tilts his head. Douma hums in confirmation and shoves the paper bag into Michikatsu’s arms.
Before Michikatsu could take a peek inside, Hakuji cuts in.
“Alright, whatever. C’mon let’s just head to the station already,” he walks past them. Not wanting to waste another second and risk being late for his dinner with Koyuki.
Adding to Michikatsu’s confusion, the blond boy shoots Michikatsu a sly grin before skipping over and joining Hakuji at the front. The teenager looks down one last time at the paper bag in his arms, pressing his lips into a straight line. ‘This better not be what I think it is…’
Pushing his thoughts aside, the boy quickly caught up to his friends and they all made their way to the train station.
The sun was starting to turn orange by the time it was only Michikatsu and Douma left alongside a few strangers on the train. Hakuji was the first to get off between the trio, his stop coming earlier than theirs as the other two lived in the same neighbourhood, albeit a few blocks away.
Michikatsu was content filling the ride only with silence. But of course, Douma being Douma, he tried starting a conversation.
“So…” he starts, grinning at Michikatsu.
“What do you think I got you?”
The twin glances at him, poker-faced with a hint of discontentment, aka his normal resting face. “Something indecent I bet,”
“Haha! Was it that obvious?”
“Seeing that our conversation prior to you buying this was about that … it wasn’t hard to put two and two together,”
Douma laughs in response. “Well, aren’t you a smart cookie?”
“...Why did you get me this, Douma?”
The blond boy’s laugh subsides into a calm smile. The look in his eyes spelt something close to ‘sympathetic’ for Michikatsu. “You always look like you’re holding yourself back. It’s disheartening to see,” he admits with a dramatic yet playful sigh, leaning back into his seat.
That wasn’t the answer Michikatsu was expecting. To be honest, he wasn’t sure exactly what he was expecting either.
“Holding myself back? What do you mean?”
The friend smiles fondly, reaching up to fidget with his hair.
“I’ve talked about this Hakuji before. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you’ve changed a lot ever since our 2nd year back in middle school,” he pauses before continuing.
“You’re way more emo now for starters,”
At his reasoning, Michikatsu raises a brow in confusion.
“I mean… yeah. I’m older now, of course, I’ve changed,”
Michikatsu didn’t understand what Douma was saying. Wasn’t it normal for someone’s personality to change the older they get?
Douma pinches his chin with his thumb and index finger, trying to find the right set of words to clarify himself.
“It’s not like that… I know this is something everybody goes through. Like c’mon, look at Haku-chan. He’s only gotten crankier with age,” he says.
“However, you’re a different case. I don’t know how to explain it but… it’s like you’re hiding something.”
Douma’s words send a chill up Michikatsu’s back.
Blinking, Michikatsu looks over at his friend. Douma’s smile was gone and replaced with a stagnant look. The hairs on the back of the twin’s neck stand, feeling exposed under those kaleidoscope eyes.
As foolish as Douma was, he had a real talent for reading people.
Michikatsu looks down at his lap, interlocking his fingers with each other and squeezing till his knuckles turn white.
The teen then begins to feel a slimy sensation pulsate in his stomach and chest. No, no. As sharp as Douma was, there was no way he’d figure out what exactly has been haunting Michikatsu, right?
Right?
“You… you wouldn’t understand.” he quietly says, feeling dizzy from the whiplash of anxiety he just got.
Douma can’t know. Nobody can know.
A brief silence washes over them, neither one making a move to talk. Seeing the grim expression on his friend’s face, Douma sits up straight and pats Michikatsu’s back.
“Guess that’s a conversation for another time, then,” he smiles, bringing back a more relaxed atmosphere with it. Which Michikatsu was internally grateful for.
“Anyway, I’ve also noticed how stressed you’ve been with midterms around the corner. Maybe my little gift can help with that,” Douma snickers mischievously.
Michikatsu steadies his breath, trying to appear unbothered. “I doubt that,”
Soon, the train stops and the two friends are about to go their separate ways when Douma suddenly calls out to him from afar.
“Michikatsu.”
The boy turns around, hearing his name called.
“Yeah?” he says in a louder pitch. They were a few feet away from each other after all.
“I don’t know what it is that’s bothering you. But if you’re in trouble, even talking about it with somebody can help. Mentally speaking,”
The twin pauses. He understands that Douma wants him to feel better. But his secret… the part of himself he keeps locked away deep within himself, was too ugly for anybody to hear.
“Thank you, Douma,” he nods, before walking away. Douma watches from a distance, hoping Michikatsu would at least consider his suggestion.
The first thing Michikatsu was greeted with upon entering his house were the sounds of his parents gushing over something. Stepping into the living room, he sees them and Yoriichi , his twin sister, huddled together on the couch and reading a magazine. Well, it was more so his parents squished together on one side of the couch while Yoriichi awkwardly sits next to them with her mind wandering somewhere else.
Ah, yes. There she was, Michikatsu’s problem. The thorn on his side that’s been with him since his early days in their mother’s womb. The reason why his friends are so concerned for him. The reason why Michikatsu tortures himself. The reason why his heart can’t even find peace in his own damn home
And of course, the reason why he gets so bricked up all the time.
Even now he irks at his sister’s effortless effect on him. If Michikatsu had to choose one word to describe Yoriichi perfectly, it'd be effortless. How she effortlessly masters every sport she picks up. How she effortlessly ranks top 10 in their class despite only ever cracking a book open the night before an exam. And how she effortlessly makes him swoon when he’s around her.
He silently curses himself for being a sick freak while still continuing to indulge himself with the sight of her, savouring the rare chance to ogle at his twin while everyone around was too distracted to notice his perversion.
His eyes then trail over to the married couple sitting next to the love of his life. Both of his parent’s faces were stretched into proud smiles whilst Yoriichi was as expressionless as always. Seeing his parents be so happy snapped some momentary sense into him.
Fuck his parents are right there and he’s still acting like this?
‘Get it together, Michikatsu! You’re better than this. You’re one of the top students in your entire city, have some tact!!’
Just as the star student was about to announce his presence, his words got stuck in his throat when Yoriichi abruptly looked up and locked eyes with him.
“Welcome home, nii-san.” She softly greets, to which Michikatsu fights back the urge of clicking his tongue in frustration. Of course, it’s Yoriichi who realises he’s here first.
“Good to be home.” he crosses his arms and looks away, not wanting to face her.
The husband and wife duo’s heads snap up and they happily greet their only son’s return.
The wife’s eyes trail down to the paper bag in Michikatsu’s hand, recognising the store logo stamped on it. “Oh, did you visit the comic store today?”
The teenager hums and nods his head. “It’s Friday. I wanted to have a new read over the weekend,”
The husband chimes in. “Oh! Then did you see this at the store?”
Michikatsu watches his father motion at a magazine in his hands. From the words [TEENS OF TODAY] written in bold on the cover, he could only deduce it was a teen magazine. But what really stood out was the person on the front cover. Yoriichi.
Right. His twin sibling had garnered a hefty amount of popularity these past years with all her sports achievements. He supposes it was high time she’d get more media attention.
“No… what is that?” he asks, but not making a move to come closer.
“It’s the interview your sister did two months ago! They finally published it!” the mother exclaims happily. Her husband was just as enthusiastic.
“I see.” he turns to look at Yoriichi. “Good for you.”
Done with the conversation, he hurriedly makes his way back to his room. His safe haven.
The teenager had already reached the top of the stairs when he heard his mother shout from below. “Dinner’s almost ready, hon! Why don’t you just eat first?”
“I’m kind of tired right now, Mom. Can I eat dinner later?”
“Oh, alright then! Just don’t forget to!”
He shouts back an ‘okay’ before finally retreating into his room. Where he feels all the tension built up on his shoulders melting away, sighing in relief.
It feels like being calm around Yoriichi gets harder each day.
Michikatsu thinks about how irritating Yoriichi looked just now. In her stupid white shirt and grey sweatpants, with her stupid wavy hair that just perfectly frames her face. Not to mention those stupid red eyes of hers that tickled his skin whenever she looked his way.
Ah, and don’t even get him started on her stupid calloused hands from her stupid badminton playing. Oh how much he just wants to caress them with his own. He wants to trace the lines of her palms with his fingers as they lay in darkness together, he wants to press them up against his cheek while she straddles his waist so he can feel her weight on top of him.
He wants her to shove those fingers of hers into his mouth. He wants to lick and suck on them like a pathetic dog while she gags him, treating him like the trashy brother he really was.
And then, he wants her to kiss and hug him after they’re done.
The boy’s eyes narrow in frustration, hopelessly longing for those fantasies to become reality.
‘Stupid. Stupid, Yoriichi…’ Michikatsu blushes, slowly sliding himself down to the floor against his bedroom door. The teen buries his face into his arms, trying to collect himself.
It does nothing to help subside the fuzzy feeling within him.
He pushes his hair back out of his face, suddenly being aware of how sweaty he was all of the sudden.
“I need to take a shower.”
The shower did nothing.
All the dirt and germs from outside may have gotten washed away with the soapy water but Michikatsu’s feelings for his sister remained all the same. He contemplates whether or not it was a good idea to go downstairs and eat dinner now. Was Yoriichi still down there? Michikatsu didn’t want to take that risk.
He looks over at his study desk, where he had placed Douma’s gift. It remains unopened, waiting for the teenager to cave and finally give his friend’s suggestion a try.
In truth, Michikatsu did kind of lie when he said he’s never jerked off before. Given how the subject of his completion would always be his own damn sister, you could imagine how hard it was to admit to something like that even if he were to leave out that crucial detail.
Also, he has an image to keep! ‘Academic overachiever’ and ‘Incestual pervert siscon’ aren’t exactly synonymous titles to give to oneself.
The red-haired teen takes the bag into his hands and rips the top apart from each other, the staple that had been holding it together flying off and landing beside a pen left on his desk. The boy pays it no mind and carefully pulls out the object within the bag. It was some sort of book wrapped in brown paper. He tore that off as well, finally revealing the actual gift.
Just as he had expected, it was a porn mag.
His eyes narrowed upon observing the cover, turning it around to see what was on the back as well.
Did Douma choose this based on his own tastes? If Michikatsu were to ever stoop so low and decide to buy an erotic magazine for himself, this definitely wouldn’t be his choice.
Just from the cover alone, the boy could tell it was way too raunchy for his liking. Curious and wanting to be proved wrong, he flips through its pages, trying to see if any of the models could catch his eye and stimulate something in him.
He starts growing bored halfway through, though. None of these models ignited anything in Michikatsu. Not even tingle.
Right when he decided to give up and put the magazine away, he arrived at a page which made his breath hitch. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets observing the model displayed on it.
The model was a young woman dressed in frilly pink see-through lingerie that left little to the imagination. She laid on her side with one of her hands reaching down and pressing on her pussy. She was biting on her lower lip while her right eye was closed shut.
What stood out to Michikatsu however was her looks. The woman had short, pin-straight red hair that just went past her shoulders. She definitely has some resemblance to his sister. Of course, there were still glaring differences. First of all, her hair was a lighter shade of red, almost treading towards a dusty pink. And Yoriichi’s hair was shorter than this woman’s, it was wavier too.
Her eye colour was all wrong as well. Yoriichi has nice warm red eyes that he could get lost in for days. This woman’s eyes were a normal brown.
Ok, perhaps Michikatsu was over exaggerating things. This woman was a far cry from what his sister looks like.
But clearly it was close enough for his cock to react to it.
The boy presses his lips into a straight line and gently palms himself through his home trousers. He promised himself. He promised himself that he would stop jerking off to the thought of Yoriichi.
So with this model, he technically wouldn’t be jerking off to her, right? It’s a woman who just so happened to look a little like Yoriichi. Not like he can control what she looks like…
Through that miniscule amount of bullshit convincing, he made up his mind. Quickly, he goes and gets comfortable on his bed. He wanted to get started as soon as possible before his moral conscience kicked in and ruin things for him.
‘It’s alright… this isn’t Yoriichi…’ Michikatsu assures himself, gently pulling his pants down to his mid-thigh.
‘She’s not related to you at all. It’s not wrong…’
He adjusts his position in bed, finding a more comfortable way to rest his head against his pillow. Bubbles of anticipation flutter around him when his hand finally makes contact with his dick. Michikatsu grunts at the initial discomfort of his cold fingers, but soon gets used to it when the mellow pleasure kicks in.
For a moment, he shuts his eyes and forgets all about his resolve of leaving Yoriichi out of his sexual fantasies, letting his mind wander to what his little sister would like undone on his bed with tears streaming down her face and telling him how much she loved her oniisan. The thought sends a shiver up his spine and he feels himself harden in his hand.
“Hnmm..nm…!”
The twin’s eyes snap back open when the visuals suddenly become too vivid and he forcefully has to remind himself that he wanted to forget about his feelings for Yoriichi.
Michikatsu pulls the magazine up closer to his face to get a better look at it, this was what he was supposed to be jerking off to. Except for some reason, now that he was here, rubbing circles on his wet tip, dick semi-hardened and waiting for more, did the picture look unappealing all of the sudden.
He frowns.
The feeling of arousal starts to dissipate as Michihikatsu desperately tries to keep himself hard, even shifting gears and stroking his entire length.
‘No… c’mon. Please…’ he begs himself. He wants to finish, at least let him finish to something else for once!
“Nnh.. khck— shit.”
The teen gives up, realising that forcing himself was just futile. Laying there in bed, staring up at the ceiling with one hand still covered in precum after just involuntarily edging himself, did he think about his dreadful situation and his even more dreadful future.
Maybe he should use this as motivation to study even harder. To attain higher achievements so he can have the means to move far, far away from the rest of his family. Where he can deal with his corrupt feelings alone, free of shame.
Michikatsu is okay with being alone for the rest of his life, someone like him could definitely handle the life of solitude. Healthy food, clean water and a roof over his head is all that a guy like him needs. Yeah, humans are social creatures, but he can always just make friends with the neighbours in his future neighbourhood. They’d definitely like a smart and charismatic guy like him.
“...” he blinks. What about Yoriichi? What would she be up to once he’s gone?
He supposes she’d grow up to be a pro badminton player. That’s the one sport she’s kept up with the most besides a few others. If she does ever go pro, her face would be all over Japan and maybe even the entire world. She’d get to meet a bunch of other athletes too. A bunch of male athletes.
That leaves a bitter taste in the brother’s mouth.
He imagines those meatheads would be all over her, trying to show off how big and strong they are to win her heart cause they think adult Yoriichi’s some easy woman that can be won over by a little muscle.
“Psh, as if…” Michikatsu furrows his brows. So what if they’re strong? Yoriichi’s stronger. She won’t fall for something like that. No, she’d fall for someone that excels in places she doesn’t. Someone who knows how to talk clearly, to read the room, a master of book smarts and street smarts. Someone like…
Someone like him.
“Shit,” the twin grumbles. Resting the back of his clean hand over his forehead.
He doesn’t want Yoriichi to find somebody else. He’d rather die than witness that ever happening. He wants to take Yoriichi with him and run away. To start anew elsewhere where nobody knows them. Where he can love her all he wants and she’ll love him back.
“Damn it… four billion women on this planet and I fall in love with my own siste—”
Suddenly, two distinct knocks resonate from his bedroom door and Michikatsu feels his heart drop to his stomach. Fuck, who is that??
“Y-Yeah?” he says, a little louder.
‘ Shit, did they hear me?? Oh, god. Please, please, please let it be dad and his old man ears.’
“Nii-san? It’s me. Can you open the door? I want to talk to you,”
‘It’s Yoriichi. Of-fucking-course it is!’
“Y-yeah just give me a second!”
Panicked, the twin hurriedly pulls his pants back up, careful not to accidentally wipe his precum onto the black fabric of his pants. As he scrambles towards the door, while yanking a couple of tissues from the tissue box on his nightstand and wiping his hand clean before shoving it in his pocket. He’ll just have to clean it properly later.
Cold air from the hallway blows into his face when he opens the door. He struggles to maintain his composure, to act as if he isn’t looking at the same person he just semi-jerked off to a few seconds ago.
“What do you want?” he asks, the question coming out a little meaner than he intended.
“Here,”
Looking down, he sees Yoriichi holding the teen magazine their parents were getting excited over earlier.
“The publication company sent me a few copies. I want you to have one for yourself, nii-san,”
There’s a slight delay in Michikatsu’s reaction when he thinks about how dangerous it was for him to keep this. Only the universe knows what he’s done to the rest of Yoriichi’s pictures he used to have in his room and he was not about to let himself fall back into that rabbit hole.
“Just put it in the living room. I don’t need one for myself,”
He pushes the magazine away, refusing to take it. Yoriichi tilts her head in response, she looked almost akin to a puppy to the older twin.
“Mom’s already put one there for future guests to read. This one's for you, nii-san,” she insists, pushing the magazine into his hand again.
Still reluctant to accept, the brother tries to turn his sister down again. “Go give it to one of your friends or something. I’m sure they’d love to read your interview,”
The younger twin only shakes her head. “I’ve already set aside copies for them.”
‘This stubborn little—’
“Fine.” Michikatsu says, finally taking the magazine and going the extra mile to give his twin attitude. “Is that it?”
However, this has no effect on the socially-inept Yoriichi and she is left unbothered by her brother’s little attempt to make her distance herself from him. The girl only nods her head. “Yes. Thank you for taking one, Nii-san. It makes me happy to know you’re supporting me,”
The older twin swallows the lump in his throat. Yoriichi was happy knowing her brother cared for her. Little did she realise, he cared for her more than she could ever know.
“Right. And again, I’m… happy for you, Yoriichi.” he mutters, biting through the embarrassment. Clearly, her words had struck a chord in his heart that rendered him feeling emotionally soft.
He works up the courage to look at her face and he feels his face grow hotter. Just like how he must be right now, Yoriichi was blushing.
Yoriichi, his expressionless twin, was blushing with a gentle smile on her face as her eyes curved upwards to match. It took every inch of the remaining willpower he had within himself not to grab and smooch her down right then and there.
“Thank you,” she nods again. Without saying anything else, she begins to take her leave, much to the older twin’s dismay.
“W-Wait! Yoriichi!” he calls out, acting purely on instinct.
“Yes, nii-san?”
“How about we go out tomorrow…? Just us twins. Take it as us celebrating you getting on a magazine,”
For a moment, Michikatsu regretted saying what he just said. Clearly, this was just an excuse for him to go on a date with Yoriichi without their parents bothering them. Yet that all fades away the moment he sees her eyes light up at his invite.
“I… I would love that, nii-san,”
The two then agreed on a time and place before finally parting ways. The bubbly feeling inside of him grows calmer now that the exchange has ended.
Now back alone in his room, Michikatsu looks at the teen’s magazine in his hand, finally taking a good look of Yoriichi’s picture on the cover. He lets his thumb trace all over the image before his eyes settle on the exposed part of her tummy. He could just barely make out the lines of her toned abs, her shirt only slightly riled up from the vigorous movement she did when this picture was taken. Nonetheless, its effects are still damning to the dog in heat that is Michikatsu Tsugikuni.
‘No point in avoiding it now…’
That next morning, Michikatsu made sure to wake up extra early to clean his sheets before getting ready for his date with Yoriichi.