I closed the front door of our house and shook off my long woolen coat before hanging it on the nearest hook. Dropping my bag onto the table, I walked down the hallway to our living room. The TV was on and I could hear NFL commentators debating. I wondered if Hiro had returned from his business trip early.
When I turned the corner I saw Danny, Miho's boyfriend, sitting on the sofa, watching the game. He looked up at me in surprise when I entered.
"Oh, hello Daniel, how are you?" I asked politely, though I was mildly irritated that my daughter had brought him over without letting me know beforehand.
For a tall, handsome young man from a respectable family, I didn't have a lot of warmth toward Danny. He was the typical bad boy type that all young girls in America seemed to gravitate towards. I had hoped Miho had more sense, but apparently, the thrill of danger lured quiet, academic girls too. Upon meeting him, he had seemed well-mannered... initially. Soon though I felt his eyes on me, lingering on my ass or cleavage inappropriately. Miho didn't appear to notice. Then the lewd jokes began. It soon became apparent he was a filthy-minded jerk who prioritized entertaining himself over almost anything. If I was honest, I wished she would have found a good Japanese-American boy.
Luckily I had put Miho on the pill after she turned 18, to be safe.
I just prayed she had enough sense not to get pregnant by a cock-sure douchebag before she realized what was truly important in life.
"Ah, hi Mrs. Nakamura. I'm... actually Billy, Danny's brother. We haven't met." I knew Daniel was a twin, but I was surprised by how much he was truly a mirror image of his brother. Their short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes were extremely exotic to a Japanese native like me. They also had strong jawlines and rugged good looks.
He rose smoothly, his tall, lean frame suddenly looming over me as he offered his hand. He wore light blue jeans and a red and white striped t-shirt. I shook his hand, feeling the warm strength of his grip, his long fingers encircling me.
"Nice to meet you, Billy... I'm Ren." I replied coolly, trying to hide the slight intimidation I felt by his physical presence. "And... where is Miho?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh... uhhh... I think she and Danny went to... study... in her room." Billy replied coolly. His eyes had a glint of mischief in them which I didn't care for. I wondered if he was as arrogant as his asshole brother.
"Hmmm... is that so?" I almost hissed through gritted teeth. My eyes must have been blazing but it appeared as if Billy was trying not to smile.
Little shit, I thought.
I practically stomped upstairs to bang on my 18-year-old daughter's bedroom door.
"Miho?" I called, perhaps a little louder than intended.
I heard the sound of fumbling and the bed creaking from the other side of the door.
"Just a second Mom!" she called back, her voice unusually high-pitched.
I waited, my teeth grinding in anger.
After a few too many seconds, the door finally opened and Miho stood there, her hair slightly tousled. The room was darker than usual. I could see Danny sitting at the desk, wearing shorts and a white t-shirt, a laptop open in front of him. They were both breathing quickly and trying to appear not to.
"Hey, Mom. What's up?" Miho said cheerily, attempting to be nonchalant. She knew well that she was busted.
"Hello, Daniel," I said icily past Miho.
"Hey, Ren!" Little fucker, I thought. It seemed everything he said was some kind of provocation, whether consciously or not.
"I think you and Daniel should study downstairs... Poor Billy is on his own, just watching TV." I said pointedly. My eyes burned into Miho's.
"He's fine!" Danny interjected. "He's watching the Chiefs game, probably having a blast!"
I turned back to Miho, attempting to ignore the little brat. "It's not polite to leave a guest unattended... Perhaps I should send him up and the three of you could study together?" I offered, sweetly.
"What do you think, babe?" Danny asked Miho, a wide grin forming on his face. "I don't mind the three of us studying together if you don't..."
Miho realized what he was insinuating and shot him a sharp warning look, causing him to stifle a laugh. What a blatant little prick!
"Ummm... We're... nearly finished, Mom. Just one assignment to complete." she said, hoping to assuage my anger.
"That's right. We are VERY close to completion, Ren." Billy said with his trademark douchebag, double-entendre smirk.
That was it!
"FINE!" I snapped and turned on my heel, walking downstairs only to be re-confronted by the other brother sitting on my sofa, watching my TV!
I stormed into the kitchen and began making dinner. I was livid at what had happened and suspected that Miho was pushing boundaries, trying to see what she could get away with. Oh, believe me, we would be having a VERY frank conversation once her guests had left.
As I turned back from the refrigerator, a figure stood at the door.
Billy.
"Can I help, Mrs. Nakamura?" he offered.
"No, thank you, Billy," I said, brusquely.
"No problem..." he said and turned to leave.
I immediately felt a little guilty. Maybe he wasn't as bad as his brother, I certainly couldn't imagine Danny lifting a finger to help around the house.
I sighed.
"Actually... sure, that would be a great help." I handed him some peppers, garlic, and an onion.
"Thick or thin slices?"
"Thin, please."
"Sure thing." I watched him to ensure he knew what he was doing... and that he wouldn't lose a finger, but he began dicing them expertly.
I was impressed.
We chatted a little as I began to prepare the rest of the meal. I asked him about school and what he wanted to do after graduation. He told me he didn't know yet. I advised him to do something productive, like work hard and save money until he figured out what he wanted to do. He nodded thoughtfully and seemed to take my suggestion on board.
It was a relief to have a normal conversation with the young man, and I began to wonder why Miho hadn't chosen him over his dickhead brother.
"Will you stay for dinner, Billy?" I asked, surprised that I genuinely wanted him to. His brother, I could give a rat's ass about.
"Oh, no thanks, Mrs. Nakamura. I had something to eat before I came." His phone buzzed then and he took it out to scan the screen. "Oh, sorry just gotta take this."
I continued cooking, pleased that the interaction had gone well. The last thing I needed was two horny teenage boys sniffing around my daughter.
About twenty minutes later, I went to see where Billy might have gone and found him sitting on the sofa watching silly meme videos on the TV. I rolled my eyes.
"God Billy! Don't tell me you're one of those guys who watches TikTok all day?" I jibed.
He looked up at me, and I noticed a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He smiled and said, "Got a little bored of the game." His eyes held mine and I felt vaguely uncomfortable.
"That smells delicious, Ren." His eyes flicked down to my chest before returning to meet my gaze. I tried to ignore it.
"Well... if you want... I can give you a plate?" I offered again, though this time I was less sure I wanted him to stay.
"Oh yeah, that'd be sweet Ren!..." he said enthusiastically. "... I haven't eaten since breakfast."
It took a few seconds for his words to sink in.
When they did, however, I felt a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Oh no...
"Danny?..." I asked, barely above a whisper. I would have given anything for my instinct to be wrong.
The edge of the young man's lip curled into a shit-eating grin, and I knew my gut feeling was right.
"... Oops." was all he said, his unblinking eyes almost daring me.
My blood ran cold as I realized the little pricks had swapped clothes, presumably so Billy could take over where Danny left off!
I felt fury wash over me. I slapped him hard across the face, something I had wanted to do for a long time. My palm left a large red mark on his cheek.
The smile seemed to grow bigger if anything.
"Danny... If you don't get your brother and get the fuck out of my house right now, I'm going to get my carving knife and CUT THE BALLS OFF BOTH OF YOU!!!" I hissed at him.
I meant it.
He stood up slowly. This time the size of the young man didn't faze me at all. My maternal adrenaline was in full flow.
He fished his phone out of his pocket and I watched as he wrote a message.
"If you EVER talk to my daughter again, I'll call the police!" I threatened him.
"Whatever..." he said over his shoulder as he stepped past me. He walked slowly to the front door and opened it. I stood there watching as he unlocked his BMW and got in.
I heard footsteps rapidly descending the stairs, and Billy, dressed now in a white t-shirt and shorts, hurried past me without a word. He had enough shame for his eyes not to meet mine.
"You sick little bastard!" I called after him, though not loud enough for Miho to hear.
Billy jumped in the passenger seat and Danny reversed out of the driveway, where he stopped. He rolled down his window, and to add insult to injury, he put his hand to his mouth and blew a kiss towards me before driving off.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I closed the door. My daughter had probably just unknowingly had sex with two brothers. The poor girl, I thought. If I told her, it would crush her. She would feel so humiliated.
It occurred to me then, with a sickening feeling, that there was no way of knowing if this had happened before.
I didn't know what to do.
I paused at the stairs, unsure as to whether I should tell Miho the truth. I realized I could only hope that Danny would be sufficiently afraid of me to break it off with Miho without revealing what had happened.
Flustered, I instead returned to the kitchen and somehow finished preparing the meal.
As we ate dinner, Miho seemed pleasant and in good spirits. I was so rattled by the events of the day that I forgot to scold her for bringing Danny to her room without permission.
She told me about a presentation she had given in school that day. A vision of Danny fucking her on her bed while Miho panted like a dog appeared in my mind as she idly chatted away. She began recounting a funny prank Danny had played on a boy in their class. Soon the mental image was replaced by Billy, now taking her from behind. I almost felt nauseous and pushed my half-full plate away.
I acted as normal as I could under the circumstances but that night I tossed and turned in bed, undesired fantasies creeping from the depths of my imagination. Again, I saw Danny on top of my daughter, and Billy's dick in her mouth. I imagined Miho cumming on Danny's dick, then Billy's afterward, before the final repulsive thought of both twins fucking my teen daughter at once manifested in my mind. Billy was in her pussy while Danny fucked her ass.
