Thinking Differently

I'll post to this when I get home. I'm at school, and well...yeah, too many curious eyes.

Kenji was enjoying making Ayame squirm and moan. Her taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Even though he loved teasing her it was getting hard and harder to hold himself back from taking her. Kenji was about to do just that, but blinked and paused when he heard that one word that was a bigger mood killer then anyother. "Stop?" Kenji blinked twice and sat up some.

"Ayame...you said you didn't want to wait and that you didn't want to take it slow." Kenji sighed softly while looking at her with a slightly confused expression. After hearing her explaination all Kenji could do was nodd in agreement. Even though he really, really wanted Ayame he would simply wait a little until she was ready. Part of Kenji wondered just how long he would be able to wait.

He smiled feeling her lips brush against his own and kissed her back releasing a small moan. God, he loved her lips so much! Everything was going good until he heard the doorbell. "Its Kasumi right?" Kenji whispered. He had seen the girl hanging around Ayame, but had never really spoken to her. He looked around Ayame's room remaining silent. IT seemed like everything had went back to normal. Kenji breathed a huge sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted for their moment to be ruined by one of her friends.

Kenji was about to suggest they make sure they were alone, but only thing that came out from his lips was a small moan. He felt his heart beat speed up a little as his eyes closed. His head titled to the side a little wishing that Ayame would leave even more of her amazing hickies down his neck. Chills were running down the back of his spine now. He opened his eyes watching her slowly moving down his chest and then his hard abs. "You want to set the right mood and become more relaxed right?" Kenji smiled. He knew Ayame pretty well so it wasn't a big surprise that she wanted him to hold off on taking her.

Kenji closed his eyes and laid down. His hand came to rest gently on the back of Ayame's neck. For a moment, his erection had started to go down, but that quickly changed once he felt the amazing warmth of her tounge around him. Kenji moaned a little louder and without realizing it, his hips bucked a little causing his erection thrust deep inside her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down. This was just to amazing! Kenji had dreamed of how cute Ayame would looking giving a blow job and here she was doing just that! He smiled and licked his lips while watching her work. "You to taste me huh?" he smirked softly.

"Then go down as far as you can. As you do it more you'll get use to it and you'll end up not even thinking about it. You're in full control now Ayame..." Kenji whispered in a low suductive voice as he closed his eyes once more and moaned softly.

There were too many sensations at once! Soon, Ayame became overwhelmed, her body hot and wild; a light sheen of sweat showing on her breasts. As much as she wanted to feel him inside her, for Kenji to take her over, she suddenly felt nervous. This was her virginity that was up for grabs here, and she was willing to give it to Kenji. Shouldn’t they cherish the moment, make it count?

“Kenji,” she whispered out. “Stop, please.” Her hands clenched and unclenched, the words she wanted to say catching in her throat. “We should…slow things down.” Ayame shifted back until she was sitting on the bed facing her older brother, eyes shifting nervously along the edges of the bed. “Kenji, I want to be able to remember this….” When she looked back at him, she gave a smile, nibbling on her bottom lip before crawling over and sitting in his lap.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips eagerly brushing against his. Her body still screamed for his lips and fingers inside her, but she made him stop. “As much as I want you all at once, we shouldn’t rush things.” Especially since it had been less than an hour since they declared their secrets to each other.

But…before they could continue, the doorbell rang. Ayame’s breath caught in her throat and she looked nervously at Kenji. “Shh, don’t say anything,” she whispered. No doubt it was her best friend Kasumi…. She’d forgotten completely that Kasumi was coming to meet her and walk with her to school.

Ayame shook, afraid that Kasumi would pull one of her daring stunts and break into the house, like usual just to see if anyone was there. “Kenji, what if she comes inside?” She was snuggled closely to him, his scent making her dizzy and giddy at the same time. Slowly her lips left a soft, hot trail of kisses down his neck, her tongue making designs at his collar bone before her sucked at his skin and leaving a small red spot to appear. They didn’t hear anything, and only hoped that Kasumi just left.

“Kenji,” she whispered, smiling lightly, lips brushing against his chest. Her hands automatically roamed his body, swooning down to his erection and grasping it once more. “I’m a little nervous,” she admitted. “I don’t want you doing anything yet… Just let me…you know…” She shifted her eyes away and brought her head down below until her tongue tasted him. “I want to feel completely at ease first before we start anything more… I’m sorry I wanted to rush things….”

She brought her mouth down on him again, letting the warmth of her tongue swell around him as her head bobbed up and down; lightly sucking the roughly. Without any experience, she got the hang of it if she only imagined sucking a lollipop instead. It came easy after that. She wanted to taste him, wanted Kenji to come in her mouth. While her mouth lapped at him eagerly, becoming more and more a tease, her hands worked down his shaft, massaging and playing. So far, he was the best thing she’d ever tasted! Being in control made her feel more relaxed, more confident.

She lifted her head toward Kenji, smirking. “I want you to come….” she said. “Please, let me taste you.”

Kenji's lips left Ayame's neck, but only for a short moment. He looked down at her giving her a small nodd before leaving a hot trail of kisses down the opposite side of her neck. The room was cold, but the heat between Ayame and him was more then enough to keep them nice and warm.

Soft moans left Kenji's lips as he felt Ayame's gentle hands once again wrap around his erection. He closed eyes for a moment enjoying the chills that were going down his spine from his own sister's touch. He was amazed at how much of a tease Ayame actually was. Just when he was starting to enjoy her quick pace she would slow things down. She had no idea how much she was killing him. Kenji had intended to take things a little slow since it was Ayame's first time, but it soon became clear that she wasn't the slow type.

He blinked slightly as she flipped them over. His eyes gazed down Ayame's body as he licked his lips. Kenji was speachless now. He had dreamed about nights like this, but couldn't find the strenght to speak. His eyes closed and a deep moan left his lips. Her tounge was so wet and warm! Kenji knew he was in heaven now. He moaned softly whispering Ayame's name as he tongue ran over his erection. She was doing a much better job then what he had thought she'd be able to do, but wasn't about to ruin the moment they were having.

Kenji opened his eyes looking up at Ayame. She was right. For someone who had more experience hadn't done much. Seeing her finger slide around the rim of her panties made Kenji's heart skip a few beats. Suddenly, Kenji's body came rushing forward. He pinned Ayame to the bed using his strong arms to keep her in place. "To hell with going slow." he muttered softly as he brought his head down to her breasts. His lips attacked her nipples! His tongue ran small teasing circles around one of her nipples before bringing his hot lips around to suck on her. One of his hands snaked its way down her body. He gave her panties a hard pull so that she were down around her ankles now.

He smiled as he kissed his way down her stomach. Each kiss he applied leaving just a little more passion then one before. He licked his lips some as he used his hands to easily spread her legs apart. "Damn you look so tasty..." Kenji smiled. His head came between her legs giving her folds a nice lick. He nibbled on her a little then started rapidly thrusting his tongue in and out of her. A small smirk soon spread across his lips. Ayame's taste was something he would never forget. She was like a drug and Kenji had now been hooked. He wanted to tease her a little, but at the same time wanted so badly to hear her screams of pleasure. Kenji smirked softly as he slid one of his fingers inside her replacing it with his tongue. Once he had loosened her up a bit Kenji thrusted two of fingers inside of her. He started thrusting quickly, slowly, and then quickly again. He replaced his finger with his tongue several times just to see what kind of reaction he would get from his little sister.

Ayame’s skirt was around her waist, pushed up from their movement, though is didn’t look like she cared. Her eyes were glazed over with desire, having only one thought on her mind. She could think of only one thing that worried her: experience. She had none, never being allowed the chance with Kenji being so protective, and apart of her wanted to think that all those years he chanced off men so he could have her all to himself. She didn’t dare ruin the moment by asking.

“Kenji…you’ve done this…before?” she asked through trembling lips. Their father always kept the house approximately sixty-eight degrees, and Ayame’s was dumb enough to make her room colder with the ceiling fan, but at the moment, it was worth it to feel Kenji’s heat surround her. There was no way regret was keeping her from fulfilling her fantasies that plagued her for months now. She laughed silently, remembering her friends always cooing about how hot Kenji was, how they wanted him first, and yet here she was getting that chance instead of other girls.

Her nails, slightly long, dug into his back as she tilted her head toward him, unable to remain still from the sensations. His tongue, wet and long made her absolutely crazy! But two could play at that game….eventually, when she gained more knowledge. She couldn’t take it, and brought his lips back to her own as her hands explored his erection, feeling its warmth and wanting it desperately inside her. She hadn’t realized how built he was until now…which only turned her on more. What better way to learn about love than with your own brother, your twin none the less.

Her hands moved back and forth on him, slowing and quickening, and basically being a major tease! She giggled and kissed him again, suddenly using her hands not on his member but his chest and pushed him onto him back. She used this opportunity to straddle him, her breasts bouncing slightly as she bit her bottom lip. “Is it alright…if I taste you?” of course she already knew the answer to that. The obvious answer was yes! And so she positioned herself at Kenji’s side, trembling as she stroked him and slowly drew closer. She was worried that she wouldn’t be good enough…but how else was she to learn? Bravely she put her lips on his tip, flicking her tongue out to taste him, eyes widening at the wonderful flavor. It was like nothing she had ever tasted in her entire life! Before she knew it, she brought more and more of him into her mouth, running her tongue up and down his shaft while her hands massaged the areas her mouth couldn’t quite get to…yet. And then she popped her head up and looked at him, smirking, arms crossed.

“You know…it’s not fair that I’m making all the moves, and you’re hardly doing anything! Come on, Kenji, you’re killing me here….” It was almost hilarious at how impatient she was when she became turned on. She teasingly slid a finger around the rim of her panties, dropping a huge hint. “Don’t you want to taste me?” She wondered how out of control Kenji could get, and if she could get him that way. The thought made her pant and her heart to beat wildly against her ribs. “Kenji, I want you bad…. Please, I can’t take it. I’ve wanted you for almost a year now….”

Kenji moaned softly into Ayame's lips. A small look of dissapointment came over him as she pulled back. Kenji took a moment to try collecting his thoughts but it was no good. There was only one thing he wanted at the moment. There was only one thing he needed. His finger came up to his lips and a small smile soon followed. Ayame's lips were so soft and perfect. Now that he got a chance to taste her, Kenji wanted more. He looked up at Ayame giving her a small shurg of his shoulders. He knew inside his heart that what they were doing...what they were about to do was wrong, but oddly enough he didn't seem phased.

He stayed with his back to the wall as Ayame made her call. He chuckled softly after hearing the excuse she had made. Ayame had always been good at getting out of situations she didn't care to be in. "Experiment huh? Yeah...I think...thats a good idea..." he replied softly, his face turning a light shade of red. Kenji smiled as he kissed her back. His hands gripped her waist for a moment before sliding them over her ass giving it a gentle squeeze.

Kenji's breathing quickend a little when he felt ayame's slender fingers running over his erection. His heart was starting to beat faster and faster inside his chest. This had to be a dream or something! Soon Kenji found himself moaning softly against her lips. With his arms wrapped tightly around her Kenji started motioning them back into Ayame's room.

Kenji knew that his sister was a virgin. He had pretty much chased away any guys that dared to come close to her. Kenji himself though had a little bit of experience, but it had only happend once. He had lost his virginity last year in an attempt to get Ayame out of his head, but that plan had backfired. No matter how hard he tried he could never get those impure thoughts of Ayame out of his head. Once they were on the bed, Kenji pressed his lips tothe right side of Ayame's neck. He started sucking softly as he brought his kisses downwards and then back up giving her ear a good nip. His hands ran up her body removing the few botton that kept her top on. It didn't take him long at all to remove her bra. Once he had it off Kenji rolled her nipples between his fingers moaning a little as his erection pressed tightly against her panties.

It was a fantasy she never thought would come true, or a feeling she thought would cause her so much desire…lust and irresistible actions. So she was right, it had been a photo of her, and his reaction to her kiss was proof. There was too much to sort through in the moment of their bliss. She could feel his erection reach beneath her skirt, another few buttons coming undone. He tasted so good! His tongue was hot in her mouth, and instantly she wanted to feel it against her body. Kenji’s hands on her breasts were almost enough to set her over the edge, to demand more than there little encounter now. But, reluctantly, Ayame pulled away to look at her brother. She didn’t know what to think of their sudden actions…and didn’t dare think about where it was going to lead them.

“Kenji…this is wrong, isn’t it?” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. Thankfully there parents were at work. At this point, she didn’t want to go to school. “We should stay home today!” she said, a bit too much enthusiasm in her voice. “I mean…to…you know, figure this out and such…” Her cheeks turned rosy. She turned her back to him, the only way she knew to calm herself down long enough to call the school on her cell. After telling them they would be at a funeral today, she turned back to Kenji, shifting to the side and glancing at his erection before moving closer and brushing her lips against his.

“It’s obvious that we have a problem here,” she stated. “Maybe…if we experiment, it’ll be okay. Maybe we’re just curious about some things and need to get them out in the air.” Between words, her lips firmly pressed against his, savory the taste of his mouth. When he had returned his kiss earlier, his tongue had explored her mouth, and she wanted to feel that again. But…she also wanted to feel something else too. Her hands shyly lowered, hesitant to touch his hardened member. She was a virgin, never in the position to see something like this up close. It was warm and soft in her hand, and she couldn’t help but rub against it, her breathing quickening drastically. She could feel the heat between her legs become hotter, and she wanted him to touch her.

“Please, touch me Kenji…” she moaned, pressing closer to him. Ayame glanced toward her bedroom then to Kenji, hopping her got the hint.

Kenji stood there looking at Ayame. At the moment, he wasn't even aware of the fact that she was staring at his erection. In his mind, she must have been terrified and disgusted. He was her big brother and here he was about to use her picture to relieve the pressure that was building up inside of him. "Ayame wait!!" he yelled as she suddenly left. This was bad...really bad. He needed to explain somehow. Maybe he would be able to convice her that he had been holding a photo of a girl from school.

Kenji ran out of his room and down the hallway. He was about to enter her room, but stopped short of the door. He knew what he wanted to say, but wasn't sure how to say it. He cursed himself for being caught in such a situation! Kenji was about leave, but stopped when he heard Ayame voice. Next thing he knew she had opened the door. Kenji didn't even realize that he was still wrapped in a towel. He had hoped that his erection had went down, but after seeing Ayame at the door it only made him more hard.

"I...that picture..." Kenji started, but then gave up. He was sure that she knew that the photo was one of hers. There was no point in lieing now, but there was no way Kenji could tell her the truth. What was he suppose to say? Here he was one of the hottest guys in school and the only girl he could think about was his own sister! Not only that, but his thoughts had become so impure that he couldn't even look at Ayame without feeling lust and desire sweeping over him. His eyes shifted to floor after hearing her second question. How the hell was Kenji suppose to answer something like that? Sighing deeply, Kenji nodded a little. He was sure that Ayame would start cursing and yelling about how weird her only brother was. He knew his thoughts were wrong but there wasn't anything he could do about them.

"Come on Kenji just tell her already. The worst she can do is...well...be grosed out...and tell everyone in school." he thought to himself. Kenji looked up at Ayame ready to get his confession over with. Next thing he knew, his body had been pinned to the wall. His eyes widend as he found Ayame's soft lips pressing into his own. Everything was happening so fast and it was making it hard for Kenji to think clearly. His hands came up to push her away, but instead ended up wrapping around her pressing her chest even tighter against his own. He closed his eyes and returned the passion that she had sent into his lips. Kenji slid his tounge past her lips as his hands slowly started to run over the womanly curves of her body. With his towel off, his erection pressed into her as his hands came up her body cupping her well developed breasts.

Ayame’s breathing halted, her eyes wandering across his body until one thing in particular stuck out from the rest. Granted, she’d never seen him hard before, but…in an instant she knew he wasn’t small in the slightest. She couldn’t stop staring…or thinking, about every impure thought imaginable. The heat her body felt rose to her cheeks, making them pink and her legs trembled; her throat struggling to swallow or let words out. “You’re…” the words wouldn’t come out! Her whole body tensed up. “You’re going to be late for s-school.” It was all she could do to keep from staring. At the moment, an explanation was the last thing she needed, or wanted. Well, almost.

She closed the door and backed away, feeling herself become more aroused than she thought it right. This was her brother for goodness sake and she was having sexual fantasies about him! Ayame couldn’t help it, couldn’t control the urges for very long. She knew she had to get to school, but what good was it now that her mind was cluttered with thoughts she tried to get away from. Her brother, her twin brother, was holding a picture of her…while in a towel…with an erection, and she wasn’t disgusted! It was too much of a turn on for her to have gotten words out.

Inside her room, unlocked and slightly cracked open, she heard her brother coming after her, offering an explanation. It was by far, the most abnormal day she’d ever experienced, and she had an eerie feeling it would only progress.

Ayame sat, trembling from excitement, suddenly realizing that she was smiling! She just couldn’t hide it. Her whole body wanted to shake out of her clothes to cool off, but in her twisted desire, she wanted to have him see her as she’d seen him. It was a difficult daydream to control, and eventually she just let go. Every inch of her wanted him, to feel him, for his warmth to wash over her in a moment of bliss. She desperately wanted her own brother…

“I know you’re outside my room,” she said, almost getting annoyed. She always felt him nearby, and he wouldn’t say anything, just to annoy her. She stood to her feet and walked to the door, of course finding him only in a towel. Her body became too hot, her fingers clenching into fists just to keep from running them over his body, feeling the muscles flex. “H-How long have you had that picture?” she asked, smiling nervously. She knew very well that he hadn’t gone down…that he was still too excited. “Never mind,” she said quickly. Ayame looked away nervously, about to make her confession. “You…you have been…umm….” She looked at him, almost petrified. “Do I…turn you on?” Just the thought she could make her brother aroused was a turn on. “’cause I, umm, err….uh, never mind!”

Without thinking, without confirming that the picture was indeed her that he was holding, she threw herself at him, unable to contain her want anymore. Her lips eagerly met his, her hands wandered across his chest, not caring that in her moment of haste that his towel had…’accidently’ came undone. She was pressed up against him, breasts firm and grown, revealed thanks to the button on top coming undone.

ooc: got a pic?


Growing up Kenji and Ayame had been pretty close. The bond they shared as twins was something was something that no one could break. Since Kenji had been born first he naturally considered himself to be the older brother and often acted as such even if they were the same age. Kenji loved picking on Ayame and knew exactly what to do to get under her skin. Often it was the little things he used to drive her crazy. He loved seeing that cute pissed off expression she made everytime she got mad. He truly enjoyed annoying her, but despite doing so he was always there for her whenever she was in trouble. When guys in the school got to friendly with Ayame, Kenji was always by her side with in seconds. In his mind, no one was good enough for his little sister. He didn't mind her having guy friends...well...not really. The feelings Kenji had were very complicated and had gotten worse about a year ago. Up until then, Kenji had always looked at Ayame as his kid sister, but all that changed when he realized just how much a woman she had become. He found himself becoming distent from Ayame both at school and at home.

It was early in the morning, and Kenji had just woken up from a very confusing yet highly erotic dream. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get the images of Ayame sneaking his bed out of his head. He needed to cool off and bad. Kenji sighed as he walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Unfortunatly, the shower did very little cool Kenji's burning body. His mind was still in a daze as his dream continued to play through his mind. As he came out, his eyes shifted to the bathroom door hearing Ayame rants about how he was taking to long. "I have a good reason..." he muttered softly and was about to finish tighing his towel around his waist, but then stopped and froze after Ayame busted in.

In his second year Kenji had started getting heavily into sports. He was the State Boxing Champion and had the body to prove it. Now that he was in his fourth year Kenji spent most of his free time keeping up with his godly physique in top form. Everyday some nuckle head freshmen somehow thought that they'd be able to dethrown Kenji and take his title. Even though most of the challenges were dissapointing it was something he took very seriously.

Kenji's eyes went a little wide as Ayame came in. All most instantly those same impure thoughts came rushing into his mind as Ayame walked past him. "Whatever...if you want to shower then get up before me..." he muttered coldly and rushed out of the bathroom and into his room. Kenji's heart was doing overtime now. Not only that, but he also found himself unable to control a certain part of his body that had got really excited. Kenji closed his eyes and took in deep breaths. He repeated this several times but his hard on never went away. "God damn..." he growled and grabbed a photo of Ayame that he kept on his desk. It had been taken last around the time that Ayame had pretty much turned into a goddess. He was about to start relieving himself from the his burning pain, but froze yet again when he heard his door open. Luckily, his towel was still hanging around his waist, however now his hard on was fully erect and wasn'tt going down anytime soon. "A-Ayame...this...its not..." he blinked a little, his mind searching for a way to explain what Ayame was now seeing.

ooc: someone to play the twin brother, please.

It was wrong, wasn’t it? Even thinking about it was horrible, was…unthinkable! It was…just once that she’d caught him naked in the bathroom before his shower, but ever since, it had been the only thing on Ayame’s mind.

She paced back and forth impatiently, drawing in deep, sharp breaths and then slowly releasing them as she stood outside the bathroom door. It was another early morning, a typical day, except for Ayame’s mindset. She still couldn’t get those images out that plagued her, and what freaked her out even more…was that she enjoyed them immensely. They were twins, but still…it was…almost strange to see your only brother as a love interest, rather than your brother you’ve lived with for eighteen years. Wasn’t it a sin to think of such incestuous thoughts anyway?

Ayame turned and pounded her fist on the bathroom door. “Come on, hurry up! If you use all the hot water, I’m gonna be pissed,” she yelled. Of course, no response. He was always doing small things to make her mad. “You’re going to make me late!” She flipped her medium brown hair over her shoulder, and though he wouldn’t have been able to see, she stuck her tongue out…right as the bathroom door opened.

Her cheeks burned bright red from both embarrassment, and the sight she saw now. Her brother stood before her with his wet hair sleeked back and his towel barely attached around his waist. Since joining the athletics department, he wasn’t bad looking… In fact, he’d been named as one of the schools top hotties for the seniors, and sadly, Ayame had to agree, though she would never admit to it.

Instead she smiled, hiding her embarrassment and brushed past him and stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door. “Thanks for taking forever!” she hollered, voice muffled by the door. The whole bathroom was filled with steam, keeping her from seeing much of the mirror and shower curtains. In a pile near the corner, her brother’s clothes lay in a heap. She was almost tempted to look, but kept her eyes forward and began readying herself for a shower of her own. Of course, the hot water was gone.

Ayame wrapped herself in a towel, muttering under her breath as she opened the door and stalked off to her room. Just down the hallway, her brother’s room was located. Half the time she didn’t dare enter without permission, not knowing what he was up to. As of late, he had become distant from her in particular, refusing to do any of their usual things together. He even refused to sit by her at lunch. Perhaps it was because of the athletics department…or the people he was hanging out with? Maybe being on the fencing team wasn’t popular enough to be seen around with anymore. Ayame had recently become the top fencer and offered to teach her own course. But her brother just smiled at her awkwardly and went to his room when she’d announced it to their parents.

Fine, let him be an asshole. Two could easily play that game.

After dressing in uniform, Ayame marched down the hallway and opened her brother’s door without thinking, or caring. “Get ready for—“she paused, her eyes catching the blurry site of a picture her brother was holding. “…school.” She perked an eyebrow up and took a few steps closer. “Was that my school picture from last year?” she asked, her voice streaming with suspicion and curiosity.