The Slut Coaches the Twin Sisters
An Incestuous Harem Universe Story
Incestuous Harem:
Clint forms a harem with the women in his family.
Doctor's Incestuous Family:
James has to balance having a naughty relationship with his mother and sister!
Dominating My Older Sister:
Juana wants Clint's help to make her older sister into a sex slave!
Daughter's Slut Training:
Mrs. Umayyah begins training her daughter to be a slut.
Breed Me Big Brother:
Alicia wants to be bred by her big brother Clint!
"I think we should put our beds here,
onee-chan
," my twin sister Kimiko said, her round face pointing at the right side of the room. She pursed her delicate lips, the same delicate lips that I had. Looking at my sister was like looking into the mirror. She had the same sleek, silky-black hair and pale-olive skin. We both possessed the same slender and petite build. We only dressed differently, my sister in a pair of jeans and a ruffled blouse while I wore leggings and a dress. "And then we can have our desks along this wall."
"Minako thinks that's a good idea,
onee-san
," I said, nodding my head in agreement. Kimiko was older than me by ten minutes, so it just felt right to let her take the lead. Though we were identical in appearance, she had a more out-going personality than me. It was why she called me
"onee-chan,"
sister, but with the cute honorific
"-chan"
at the end usually used when addressing younger sisters. I used
"onee-san,"
a more polite way to address her.
She nodded her head in agreement then switched over to English to talk to the mover, "Over here, please."
The burly man--his skin a rich, swarthy brown--grunted. He carried the heavy futon through the doorway with another Hispanic man. His arms were bare, wearing a tank top despite the fact it was mid-October. But then California wasn't as cold this time of year as it was back in Japan. He said something in Spanish, the words sounding coarse, making me squirm.
They were both so big and strong. I shrank closer to my twin sister as they set down the futon and unfolded it on the floor. The movers were working through the house, setting everything up. Others followed them in with more of our furniture.
"It'll be fine,
onee-chan
," Kimiko said. She took my hand, giving me a squeeze as I trembled.
"Thank you,
onee-san
." I gave her a tight smile. This was all so much. I never thought we'd live in America, but then our mother's job transferred her to their subsidiary in California because of her language skills. We had to pack up all our belongings, box them up, and then move to the states. We spent the last two weeks living in a hotel while waiting for our belongings to be shipped over from Japan.
The movers worked quickly and soon had our bedroom set up, our desks reassembled where Kimiko directed, and our bookshelves against the walls. The room was bigger than our bedroom at our old home. The house was huge. It had multiple bathrooms and they were so different. They were one room, the toilet in the same room as the bathtub, and there was no washing seat outside the tub. You had to clean your body
in
the tub instead of washing and then slipping in to soak. And it had a shower.
So different.
I missed Japan so much.
"Well, let's get unpacking,
onee-chan
."
I nodded my head as the builders retreated to move in the rest of the house. Our boxes with our possessions were piled in the center of the room. We went to work, ripping open the boxes and pulling out our belongings. We put up our posters of our favorite JPop boy bands, my heart fluttering at the cute boys singing on the posters. I couldn't help but stare at my favorite for a moment, such a handsome boy with his hair spiked up, his shirt half off, his slim body looking so sexy.
That itch built in between my thighs. I squirmed my hips, wrenching my gaze away. I didn't want to be horny. I couldn't masturbate with my twin sister in the room. Since I discovered self-pleasure two years ago, I had fallen in love with touching myself. I savored caressing my eighteen-year-old breasts and plunging my fingers between my thighs.
But only when I had some privacy.
I threw myself back into the work of unpacking. Sweat beaded my brow as I followed my sister's directions. She would say things like, "I think that would go great over there,
onee-chan
. Don't you think?" And I'd nodded my head in agreement, seeing how it would look perfectly over there. We worked fast, unpacking our books and manga, filling up our shelves with them just the way they were back home.
I stretched my back and fanned my face. "It's looking good,
onee-san
."
Kimiko nodded her head. "Yes, it is." She rubbed at her lower back, stretching her blouse tight about her little breasts. She had forgone wearing a bra today, and it was looking obvious. "I need a break, you?"
"Minako could use a break," I answered with a smile. "Do you think there's any food in the house?"
"I don't think so. Has
okaasan
had a chance to go shopping? She sounds busy."
I frowned. I could hear our mother,
okaasan,
moving through the house. "No, Minako doubt she has."
Kimiko rolled her eyes. She never approved of the childish way that I still referred to myself by my name instead of using a personal pronoun. I just never felt comfortable doing that. "Well, why don't we take a walk?" my sister suggested. "I think I saw a convenience store a few blocks away. We can go see what they have."
I sighed. "Just so long as we don't try that red drink again." My nose twitched. "That Code Red was ghastly."
She nodded her head and took my hand, giving it a squeeze.
She led me out of the room into the narrow hallway, our sock-clad feet whisking across the beige carpet. We headed down the stairs and found our mother bustling through the kitchen, unpacking her utensils from boxes. She had a blue handkerchief wrapped about her head, holding back her black hair. She was a little taller than us, her face round and glistening with sweat.
"We're going for a walk,
okaasan,"
Kimiko said.
