“Come on, its bothering you right?”
I refuse to answer, pointedly turning my head to the window. A car drives by, the sun reflecting painfully into my eyes.
“Otherwise you wouldn't have even told me. I mean, I heard from Kazue but....”
I wince both from the frustration his words bring, and the pain in my eyes before snarling at him. He looks at me with a smile too innocent and lighthearted to continue to be mad at, and I let out a deep breath of air to calm myself.
“Arata.... I know we've only known each other so long....”
“By all rights, I've only known you two weeks Shuji, so don't act all familiar like that.” I growl. “And don't lean in like that, its gross.”
He lets out a sigh, scooting his chair away. “You know.... nevermind. The point is, before when you glared out the window during class, you looked bored. Now you look angry. Whats the deal with that?”
“Whats the deal with you staring at me during class?” I shoot back defensively, but I listen to what he has to say, and hear his point. Indeed, it had been bothering me. When someone suddenly refuses to talk to you, it bothers you. When someone refuses to hear your side at all, and just judges you because of what it seems like, it bothers you. At the moment though, the very fact that Shuji learned about what I'm worried about is what bothers me the most.
“I don't stare.” Shuji said with an exasperated look. “I'm into girls! Really, I promise.” He waved his arms comically, the effect lost on me. I already knew he liked girls, I knew as much from the lewd looks he gave the girls around my class. It still amused me to bug him about his sexuality though, not to mention certain circumstances.
“Aoi... huh....” I mutter the name of the girl in question. To say I have a crush on her surely would be saying way too much. She's my sisters best friend, and almost definitely hates me now. To say I had a crush on her would be beyond creepy. Still, the way initially she took my side and defended me. How she even exchanged numbers with me, and that sweet smile. All were now replaced by glares, but that sweet smile still lay engraved into the back of my skull. We hadn't talked long enough for their to be any romantic inclination, plus she was too young, but I missed her. She was the first close girl friend I made after moving back to my home town after all.
“Hmmhmm~” Shuji hummed with a certain satisfaction that irked me. “I'm going to talk to Kazue about talking to her, not because you asked me or anything, but as a concerned friend.”
“You don't have to go through the trouble...” I mumble, but he knows the lie for what it is.
“No, I insist. You want to talk to her again anyways, right?” Again, that overly satisfied glee in his smile irks me to no end, but I nod in agreement.
“I will admit I miss her. She was.... sane.” Much unlike my younger sister, Kaname. I grind my teeth at the thought, and the bells save me from any more psychological probing from Shuji. Last thing I want is for him to rub it in even more that the girl in question is thirteen, whether I like her or not.
Even as class begins I find myself drifting into thought about her, and when I look down I see her name written in my notebook.
Angrily, I cross out and shade over her name with as much vigor as I can and give up on paying attention to just nap instead.
What is it Aniki?
What would you think about me dating, you know, your best friend Aoi?
What? Why? Do you like her?
Well... to tell the truth, yes.
I... don't have a problem with it, just treat her right, okay Onii-chan?
Perhaps that is how the conversation should go, in a normal family? I don't really know for sure, all I know for sure is that it is definitely a delusion for me. Kaname under no circumstances would call me something as cute as Aniki or Onii-chan to begin with. Continuing on, she got mad just to discover that me and Aoi had been talking. Dating was a definite dark red area for her.
Then, continuing on, with Aoi's age it might be an issue. I was only sixteen, but if Kaname discovered something like that and made a fuss over it, both of our reputations could potentially be ruined. Not to mention the implications of an older guy dating a younger girl.... Shuji sure put some strange thoughts in my head.
I roll over in my bed and flip open my phone, no response just yet. I had just texted Kazue about her talking to Aoi a few moments before, as soon as I had finished my homework. My bangs covering my left eye shift to the side, and with frustration I fix them before sitting up. I take the time to prop a pillow against the wall and rest against it, flipping my phone open and closed restlessly.
I was doing it fast enough that I cut off the text ping mid-note. I catch myself rushing to see what the reply was, and take a deep breath to remind myself that really, it wasn't something that important. I was just going to try and patch up a relationship that had gone wrong, that was all.
“Truth is, I've been working on convincing Aoi to talk to you for about a week now. I think she's just as hurt by not talking to you as you are about not talking to her.”
I huff out a small sigh, flipping my phone from its upright position into the one with the full keypad. “That doesn't help me much, why doesn't she just talk to me then?” I type with loud angry presses of the keys before smashing the send button. This time I'm not as eager for a reply. I cross my arms over my head and stretch, staring at the unadorned walls of my room.
“Maybe....” I begin to talk aloud. “I should put up some perverted printouts. Make this a Kaname free zone for sure.” And probably relinquish any chance of mom cleaning my room for me again, but I should probably start doing that myself anyways. The idea is just a fantasy though, in the end dad would get mad, and Kaname would find some excuse to make pictures in my room an inconvenience to her.
I wonder what it would be? Daddy, what if I need to talk to him! Or if I need help with my studying? Yeah right, she probably could help me study! Get off my back, crazy bitch sister.
The phone pings, and my sadistic smile fades.
“Well.... because you're a pervert who wants to get with his sister... she says.”
An unholy growl of irritation leaves my throat, and I practically crush the phone in my hands. Do whatever you have too, I said. That's probably second on the list of five word long phrases that haunt my life.
“I may be a pervert, but my sister has nothing to do with it!” I type this out angrily, reread it, and then erase it. “Who would want my bitch of a sister anyways? Talking about me like that to her classmates. Next time you hear her say that, tell her she's DEFINITELY more my type.” The urge to censor my words occurs after I send it this time, and I feel a small sense of dread when I reread it. It was one thing to say something dumb, another thing to text it.
Well, the worst that could happen would be my sister seeing it, I think. But she already hates me, and I hate her, so I guess I could handle that. I let my arms droop to my sides and I grind my teeth as I stare at the far wall. Curiously, I press my ear to the wall of my room. The only reward I get is the slight hum of my sisters desktop computer running, she was home then. I pull back, not interested in listening in on my sister. An urge to go there and yell at her arises, but I feel like it would be a waste.
Not two weeks ago I had put my neck on the line to make that ungrateful bitch have a better life, harassing her myself would be a dumb thing to do.
My phone sounds again, and I immediately lift it to read the message. “Well, actually, we're on the house phone right now...” I gulp with sudden apprehension. So it was too late to take that back now? “She yelled and called you a pervert, but I convinced her to meet you, be grateful okay?”
Huh? I stare at the end of the message for a few more moments, trying to figure out how yelling angrily turned into her agreeing to meet me. In the end, I decide that I don't get how she, or any of the girls in my life think, and simply text back a thank you to Kazue.
Content for now, I lay down and nap the rest of the day away...
As it turns out, Aoi is very good at ditching plans she isn't truly looking forward to. Thrice Kazue tries to set us up to meet, the third time even being a surprise, but Aoi finds an excuse to bail on the reconciliation meeting. At least when I saw her the third time, she wasn't glaring at me like she hated me. She just seemed embarrassed. Like perhaps she dreaded seeing me. It wasn't easy to place that expression, I wasn't used to dealing with girls. For the past several years I had been at an all boys school, so it was only natural that I didn't fully understand what that expression meant. I tried comparing it to the hentai and porno's that I had seen over the course of the past few years, but they offered no help. No insight into a woman’s heart.
Plus, all those actors had at least six years on Aoi, except maybe in some of the hentai's. Kazue, as it turns out, has a plan to solve our dilemma. The next weekend, she's supposed to go over to Aoi's house for the second time, and already stated she'd have a big surprise for her. I was supposed to show up instead of her, a cruel but effective plan.
“Good luck then....” Kazue says in passing after I agree to the plan. Smiling, I pat her head and grin. We part ways soon after, and I prepare a bag for Aoi's house, mostly as a joke. I was already thinking of the most amusing way to go about this, showing up with an overnight bag as if I intended to stay the night in Kazue's stead was definitely the best plan. All that was left was....
I felt a ball of anxiety in my chest, and suddenly the overnight bag seemed way over the top. My hair was perfect, I knew because I must have checked it about fifteen times, and so was my outfit. Not too special, but not too casual. Something that looked nice, that I could have worn on just about any other average day. I was way too nervous, and it bothered me.
She was just a friend, right? I had convinced myself before that maybe she liked me, with the looks she gave me, but perhaps that was just my imagination. I was attracted to her, that was a certainty. At least so far as physical attraction went. Her dark blue eyes, long black hair, pale skin. She was amazing, like something to be worshiped.
Was it lust then?
I was standing outside of her door trying to decode my feelings when, without warning, the door opened and we were standing face to face. There's that moment where we both try to figure out what's going on, and then she slams the door, my foot catching inbetween it and the wall just in time.
“Ow!” I cry out, my foot throbbing with pain, she pulls the door back as if to slam it again on my foot to force the door to close, but stops with a sympathetic look flashing onto her face. “Aren't we... supposed to be made up? That hurt....”
“Why are you here Onii-san?”
Ah, that’s right. Probably another reason I was attracted to her, unlike my sister, this girl was cute. Even with the malice in her tone, calling me by that title is...
“Kazue told me to come.” I grumble. “Something about a sleepover.”
Aoi's eyes widen and she takes a glance over my attire and the bag at my side. The look of disbelief leaves her face and is replaced with one of betrayal. “Big surprise... that’s....”
“Cruel, I agree.” I nod. “Well, can I come in?”
The indecisive look in her eye is like a pain in my chest, but she eventually nods so that I can enter. I move inside, admiring the cleanliness of the place. Nothing like mine, which if not for my mom would be continually cluttered. “Its... nice.” I comment ambiguously, returning my attention to Aoi.
“You aren't really planning on sleeping over, are you?” She says with venom, escorting me to the living room. Without asking, she gets us both a glass of water and sits down on the chair across from me. Does seat placement mean anything? I hear guys prefer to be next to a girl, and girls like to sit across so they can see the guy... in this case though, I think its more likely she wants to be distanced from me.
“Well, that's up to you....” I try to go through with my joke, but the look of disgust in her eyes is too much to bear and I crack almost immediately. “No, definitely not. At least, I never expected it. This was just a joke.” I lift the bag and recline in the chair, trying to adopt a bored look.
“Ah.” She nods, as if not sure how to judge my sense of humor. She sips from her water, but her eyes don't leave me. I feel the need to explain, after a little bit.
“Hey, its not like I'm dangerous. I don't think I'm any more perverted than any other guys.” I explain, and her eyes narrow. “And there's no way in hell I like my sister.”
“Then why does she talk about you harassing her?” Aoi replies. “Not to mention all the rumors. You two were engaged when you were younger? What were you thinking?”
“Hey....” I growl, but I agree wholeheartedly with what she was saying. “I was in the sixth grade, there was only a three year difference, what do you want from me?” I say. “If I knew any of this would have happened, I wouldn't have played along.”
The look in her eyes tells me she doesn't think I was the one who played along, but I deflect it with an accusing glance of my own.
“I told her...” I continue. “To do what she could to stop the bullying from happening again. Though I detest it myself, people stopped considering whether or not she liked me when she made me the bad guy, didn't they?” Aoi nods, her face still clouded with suspicion, but understanding. “I don't particularly mind being mocked, I can handle that shit. The only thing here that bothers me is losing you.”
A blush rushes through Aoi's face, and without any consent from my mind, a self satisfied smirk comes to my face. “Y-You are a pervert.” She says, grabbing a pillow as it it will defend her frail body from me. Its only natural to feel proud you made a pretty girl blush, right? I justify my perverted smirk with that reasoning.
“Not for my sister though, that's what I want you to understand.”
When I put it so bluntly, Aoi seems to understand, and eventually she nods. “Yeah... I see that...” She replies, glaring at me with those pretty blue eyes. “Were you even worried about your sister that entire time we texted? Asking all of that for an excuse to talk to a girl not related... to me?”
“Think I would have come and confronted Kazue if that was the case?” My words shock the foundation of her accusation, but she still looks unconvinced. “She's my sister... and a fucking sadist. If I let her suffer, inevitably, I'll suffer. Plus, she blamed me for the bullying to begin with so....”
“I see.” She nods. “That... makes sense.”
Relieved at least a little bit, I glance around the living room. Empty, so very empty. “Is nobody home?” I ask, and after shooting me a dirty look, she shakes her head.
“I invited Kazue because we could watch shows on the big screen all night tonight, dad's on an overnight business trip, and moms going to check on my older sister in college....”
“I see.” I nod gravely. Did Kazue know about this? I laugh nervously as the implications of what she just said hit me. No wonder her eyes haven't turned their suspicious gaze away from me even once. “What was Kazue thinking....”
“Probably the usual.” Aoi replies, but her glare tells me she doesn't trust me yet, even for an inch. Or, maybe not. Surely if she didn't trust me, she wouldn't have let me know just how vulnerable she was now when she only has that pillow in her arms to protect her. Thoughts of how I could abuse that vulnerability shoot through my mind before I can help it, and I have a small grin on my face as I lean forward. Her eyes pick up on the look and narrow with discomfort.
“I think you should go.” Aoi states after a few moments of my uncomfortable stare, and I raise my eyebrows. Her eyes finally refuse to meet mine, maybe I should have hidden my thoughts a little more? “The neighbors may have seen you coming in, and I'd rather them not be telling my parents....”
“No one saw, that's just an excuse.” I say without properly considering the consequences, because its the truth. I always have a habit like that, blurting out inconvenient truths at just the wrong moment. It got me in trouble quite a bit at my old school. “You just feel uncomfortable because I'm not denying that I'm a pervert. And because I've stated that I'm interested in you, right?”
“That's right.” She agrees quickly, arms clutching the pillow against her as she sinks back into her chair. Far away from me, while I'm leaning over and looking at her with a rather intense gaze. “I still don't think anything good would come out of you staying here, Onii-san.”
The way she calls me Onii-san has a sort of pleading too it, as if begging me to reconsider something. To leave. Frustrated, I stand up and walk over, leaning over her until our faces are inches apart. To her credit, she doesn't flinch or back away at all, just glare and hold her ground. “Aoi, are you afraid?” She remains silent, her expression not changing. “What are you afraid of? Why do I need to leave?”
“If I date you, there's no way your sister will want to be friends with me anymore.” She finally says. “And other than Kazue.... we're her only friends. The only two here to support her. I don't think we have anything in common to talk about, so before you hit on me again... you should go.”
It takes me a moment to absorb what Aoi has to say, and it both frustrates me and elates me as I realize the meanings behind it. Obviously, Aoi has thought about dating me before. Not only that, she seems to have seriously thought it through. I see her glance down to my cheeks, and before she can call me out on my obvious thoughts, I take action.
Grabbing her shoulders, I push her down so that she's laying beneath me against the armrest of her plush chair, ignoring her protests as I move completely above her. “Are you saying...” I begin, leaning in. “That if not for Kaname, you would date me?”
Aoi blushes heavily, appearing to panic for a moment. I almost think she's about to strike me before she calms herself down. Glaring up at me, she nods curtly. “I think... you're a nice guy. At heart.” So not on the outside? I raise my eyebrows and move closer to her. “W-What are you doing? Arata....”
“Its not fair.” I honestly wonder if I really am interested in dating her. “At least kiss me. We talked in secret before, so why not?” I want to say yes, but I know better than that about myself. “It'll just be between us. This entire meeting can be between us, and everything that happens inside of it.” I know that when something is forbidden by my sister, I'll oppose her restraints whether I wanted the forbidden fruit or not.
“Can you... really promise that?”
“I promise wholeheartedly. It can be a secret.”
Aoi's lips are softer than I ever imagined them to be. Smaller compared to mine, they press to mine with an ease that suggests some experience. I close my eyes and feel her arms gently wrap around my neck, and without thinking my hand is on her hip, gently inching up under her shirt.
“Its our secret.”
I say before kissing her again, keeping her quiet. I can't stop after we've kissed. Her lips are too soft, her body feels too warm below me. I want to fulfill the aching in my loins. I want to make her feel things I doubt she even had the opportunity to learn about. Her hand grabs mine before it reaches her chest, but a soft convincing look into her eyes makes her let go. She grumbles into the kiss about something, and I move my hand immediately behind her to unclasp her bra.
Again she moves her hand as if to stop me, but I move too fast, avoiding it as it slides over to the front. “Hey!” She scolds, pulling back from the kiss. I simply grin.
“Your lips are... almost hypnotizing.”
“I can't help it. I can't stop with just this....”
“W-Wait... Wait a minute I said...” I lean in and kiss her neck, my hands now both fondling her breasts. She blushes and bites her lips, I can see out of the corner of my eye how hard she's trying not to whimper or let out any sounds. I begin lifting her shirt and her protests begin anew. “I-I'll report you. I don't consent to this...”
“And let Kaname know you let me kiss you?” The look of surprise and perhaps terror on her face is astounding. Surprised I would threaten something like that, indeed, I regret it just moments after. “It would happen. If you reported me.” I glare to the side. “Can I please see?”
“....” The pause is initially discouraging, but I know from her expression that she's giving in to me. Surely, its the same expression I gave to my sister oh so often when we were younger. “Only from the waist up, no touching anywhere else, okay?” Hesitantly, I nod to agree to that. “And that's it, okay? Afterwords you have to let me get dressed, and you have to go....”
“Not without a goodbye kiss.” I say in a childish tone, and with a scowl she nods. I back off and sit up, letting her sit up in the chair. I slide into a spot beside her on the seat as she removes her shirt and bra at once. I love both the pale look of her skin, the small mounds of breasts that may just be barely at B cups, and the messiness of her hair as the clothes fall to the ground. She covers her breasts up with one hand shyly, but then leans in close to me. “I....” I begin, suddenly realizing a certain natural problem not yet included in our agreement. “Want a handjob too.”
“H-Huh?” She flinches, obviously not prepared for something like that. It occurs to me that this girl is probably the type who told her parents she'd never do anything like that, that she wasn't even interested in it. “You really are a pervert!” She growls angrily, obviously not enthused with the idea at all. In fact, she already seems to be reaching for her clothes.
“Please?” I plead. “I'm in pain here...” I growl.
“No! That's just....” She grumbles. “You just said a kiss, and I was all right with that.” She turns her gaze up to me. “This is already way too much.”
“.... Can I at least touch it myself...?” I ask, not really meaning it. She gives me a look of disgust that I didn't expect, even with that response. “I can't help it! You're beautiful and I'm really, really turned on!”
“.... You're the one who undressed me....”
“I'll owe you on! Just help me out this once, okay?”
Finally, she seems to consider it. The fact that in exchange for a favor she would do it amuses me a little, but I decide not to mention it. Doing so would break the deal for sure.
“If you take me out on a date this Saturday, to a place of my choice, and you pay.”
My eyebrows raise, but a date is something I'm interested in too, so I nod. “Don't make it too expensive, I do have some saved up but....”
She grins. “Be nice, and I'll consider it.”
I nod, and it seems to settle on her face what she just agreed too. A deep red spreads all the way to the cheeks, and she seems to freeze. Grinning, I lean in and kiss her cheek, holding her with one of my arms. I move my free left hand to undo my pants, and pull out my member. As soon as she gets a single glimpse of it, both of her hands fly up to cover her face.
“N-Nevermind, I just can't... its wrong! I promised my parents I wouldn't until I was married....”
“A deals a deal...” I say, taking advantage of her lifted arm to slip my right hand onto her breast. She jumps a bit, her hands moving to the side so she can stare at me. “Then we just have to get married.” I say, making her entire body freeze with shock. “I'm joking, of course... bit soon for that.... but...” I smile. “This entire thing is a secret right? Don't worry...”
Hesitantly, painfully hesitantly, she turns her head against my chest to look down at my cock. Then, her left hand reaches out to grab it, stroking it with a very light grip.
“You can grip harder than that...” I say, gently smiling at her.
“Like this?” She asks, her grip tightening a bit too much. A small grunt from me, and she's holding it just right. “D-Doesn't that hurt? I mean....”
“Don't worry, it isn't fragile. Just don't bend or twist it while you're... stroking.” Another heavy blush goes through her face, but she does what I suggested. Thinking ahead, I reach and grab a tissue from the nearby table. She notices, but definitely knows how this works, since she doesn't ask about it.
For awhile it goes on just like that, with her silently stroking my cock. Her inexperience making it take longer than it would had I done it myself, but making it feel a lot better. Delayed orgasms are stronger anyways, so I've heard. “My arm... is getting tired.” She admits after a bit, and I chuckle. After glaring for a second, she laughs too, leaning in more to switch arms.
“If you use your mouth, it'll go faster.” She quickly and completely shuts me down with a harsh glare, but keeps pumping. Obviously not wanting to waste the work that's already gone into it. Realizing a chance to get a little more out of our deal, I slide my hand down her side and then over her round ass. Since she's leaning in, I'm able to get it there easily. “If I can touch a bit more, I'll finish soon.” I say preemptively, causing her to blush and simply pump faster as I grope her.
A series of deep heavy breaths alerts her that I'm about to cum, and to her credit, she doesn't slow down. I barely get the tissue there in time, and quite a bit goes onto her hand as well. She pulls it back immediately, staring at the foreign substance as I stroke myself the last few times.
“Sorry...” I say, grabbing a few more tissues to clean up all of it. Only sheer luck kept me from making a complete mess it seems. I hand her a few tissues and she rubs it off as if trying to take off a layer of skin. “It won't hurt you, I hear it works well as moisturizer.”
“C-Can I get dressed now?” I nod, happily reclining. Only after she's noticed that its still out do I finally put my cock away. “Why... is it still hard?” She asks, pointing at it. Not only does she look scared, but she even looks a bit angry about it. As if I were asking for more.
“Because, you're amazing I guess?” I reply halfheartedly, satisfied, even if I am still hard. I stand up. “I was so turned on that I could probably go again.” The look on her face says no immediately, and I figured as much anyways. I walk over and hug her. “Thanks.”
“... Better be an amazing date.”
“You know it will be.” I take a step back and smile, noticing her looking up expectantly. “Oh... I still have to leave after a kiss, right?”
“Yeah.... I mean, if a neighbor did see....”
“I got it, I got it.” Smiling sincerely, I lean down to kiss her on the lips. I memorize the feel of her lips as I subconsciously did her hand just a bit ago, lingering for a few moments before pulling back. She gives me a small hug, and then we say goodbye.
“I'll see you later Aoi.” I say at the door.
“You too, Onii-san.”
The door closes.