Chapter 02: Discussion
During the summer, on those occasions when we were both home alone, my big brother and I would gather in either my bedroom or his and sit at the laptop – specifically, I would sit atop his lap – while searching the Internet for various stories, audio files, video clips, and pictures of sexual activity. Not surprisingly, brother-sister erotica was a favorite for us, but we both also marveled at the inhuman rape of the female characters in the hentai images and video clips we found online.
On our first morning alone in our apartment in Berkeley, my forbidden lover spooned with me, violating my body as he respectfully molested me, his touches slow and gentle underneath my Totoro bedspread.
"Do you remember the last set of hentai clips we found online?" he asked softly into the back of my head. "The one where the blue-haired babe was trying to swim away while an octopus was having its way with her?"
I giggled quietly, remembering that particular eight-clip scene vividly. The "blue-haired babe" in question had decided to go skinny-dipping in a small lake on the property she had just bought, not knowing that a lecherous old octopus lived at the bottom of the lake and thrived on the sexual fluids of young women. I also remembered sitting in my big brother's lap, watching and listening with rapt attention as he ran his hands up underneath my tank top, opened my front-hook bra, and kneaded my hard-tipped breasts while I wiggled repeatedly across the very noticeable bulge in his shorts.
"'If only I were the octopus and you were the girl,' you whispered to me," I replied softly, "and I remember wishing the same thing, wishing that it was me being inhumanly raped just so I could know what it would feel like to have something so unusual being forced up inside me like that again and again."
At that moment, my big brother thrust into me several times, then stilled himself inside me once more. "That was nice," I admitted, knowing that he could hear my smile.
"Have there been any other hentai clips you particularly liked?" he asked.
I somehow had the feeling that this line of questioning was designed to lead toward a specific goal. Unfortunately, I was unable to determine exactly what his goal was in this case. He was already buried deep inside me, so it could certainly not be a "ploy" to try to fuck me. Was he trying to find out what types of hentai I liked more than others? Perhaps was he leading me toward what he liked in terms of hentai? Maybe he was trying to hint of things he wanted to try with me now that we would have plenty of time alone?
The latter question consumed my mind for a moment. Clearly, he was not a shapeshifter, so he did not have the ability to suddenly grow a few tentacles and rape me like the perverted octopus. What else would he want to try? Anal sex? Did he want to share me with someone – and, given that we had just moved into the apartment less than twenty-four hours earlier, who would he know in Berkeley to share me with? Back east, we had attended anime conventions in costume on occasion, so did he perhaps want me to find or make a specific costume and dress as that character to bring a hentai scene into reality?
I turned my thoughts back to his question. Had there been any other hentai clips I particularly liked?
"You're blushing," he noted, even though I could still feel his forehead against the back of my head. Yet again, my fraternal twin knew me just about as well as I knew myself. Once his comment permeated my thoughts, it was only then that I realized that I felt warmer, especially in the face and neck and chest.
I simply nodded. What else could I do?
"Why are you blushing? You know that I won't think bad of you based on your answer."
