Chapter 1: The Slut Coaches the Twin Sisters

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

“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 fifteen-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.

She just gave us a bright smile. “Okay. Don’t get lost.”

Kimiko rolled her eyes. “We’ll be fine, okaasan.”

We left our mother to her unpacking, humming beneath her voice as she worked. We stepped out into the overcast, Californian day. It was a cool day, not hot or warm but comfortable. A slight breeze blew, rustling falling leaves across the lawn. It was so big. I couldn’t believe how much grass we had or the size of the huge, broad-leaf tree growing in the front yard. And the back yard was so big. I couldn’t wait for spring. We could plant so many beautiful flowers here.

My sister and I reached the sidewalk, walking down it, looking around at the other houses on our street. Every house had a driveway with cars in them. Everyone seemed to have more than one car. Almost no one had a car back in Tokyo. It was so expensive parking them, and there was so much transportation.

It was so quiet out here. And though people were walking around, there was such space. Everything felt so open. I kept a tight grip on my sister’s hand as we reached the main street that our little residential street ran off of. Traffic flowed down it and people bicycled in a special lane along the sidewalk.

“This way,” Kimiko said in that confident way she had when she was hiding that she didn’t know the answer at all.

I shrugged and let her walk. I really did not care if it would take us to the convenience store or not. It was just wonderful to stretch my legs. The air was fresher than I thought. Though there was a constant haze that lurked on the horizon in every direction, making the distance look fuzzy, including Sierra Nevada mountains to the east.

We found the convenient store and browsed it. Nothing was the same as in Japan. The drinks were different. The snacks. The shop was narrow and didn’t feel as clean as I would like. I felt nervous as my sister led us through the narrow aisles to the drinks. We ended up grabbing tea drinks and sipped them on the walk back home.

They were okay.

“I think this will be a nice place to live,” Kimiko said when we reached our street again. “It’s quiet here.”

I nodded my head. “What do you think school will be like?”

She shrugged her shoulder. “I don’t know. It won’t be as hard. And no school on Saturday.”

I smiled at that. “That does sound nice. And no cram schools, either.”

Kimiko nodded her head. “Well, we’ll find out on Monday.”

“I hope we make some friends. Do you think they’ll like us? Minako doesn’t want to be teased.”

“Who would tease you.” Kimiko put her arm around my shoulder. “You’re so cute. Just like me.” She gave me a grin. “We’ll find you a nice gaijin boy to date and make a woman out of you.”

I squirmed, my cheeks burning and my pussy ... itched. I didn’t want to think about that. I didn’t know when I would get any privacy this weekend. “You’re not a woman either, onee-san. Maybe you should find yourself a gaijin boyfriend first.”

“Maybe I will,” she said, giving me a big grin. “We’re in America now. We need to adapt. Be more ... open.”

My cheeks burned worse. My thighs pressed tight together as I walked, my leggings brushing each other beneath my swaying skirt. I stared straight ahead as we walked down our new street, passing the tall houses.

When we past a blue house next to a reddish-brown house with a gray trim, an American girl spotted us. She set down a rake and darted towards us, her black hair swaying about her pixyish face. She looked our age, her body bouncing with energy. She had the pale-beige skin of a European, a short skirt swaying about her lean legs and her round breasts bounced unconstrained by a bra in a belly shirt that molded to her.

It was such a blatant thing to wear in public. It made my cheeks warm just seeing her.

“Hi, I’m Lee!” she said in English as she popped out before us. Her eyes flicked up and down our body with bold scrutiny. A smile grew on her lips, something both mischievous and playful that made me squirm and grow uncomfortable. “Did you two just move down the street?”

“We did,” Kimiko said. “I’m Kimiko, and this is my twin sister, Minako.”

“Kimiko and Minako,” Lee said slowly, almost like she was savoring our names. “And you’re Japanese twins. That is so awesome.”

I blinked at her enthusiasm. Then I bowed to her and said, “Minako is happy to meet you, Lee.” I left off an honorific from her name since we didn’t know her and gaijin didn’t use them.

“Minako, huh?” Lee asked. “You know we use ‘I’ in English.”

“Minako is aware,” I said, my cheeks burning.

“My sister’s just being cute,” Kimiko said. “She’s hoping guys will think she’s their little sister and find that sexy.”

“Ooh, that’s kinky. Little sister play, huh? Do you have a big brother to play with?”

“No, no, we don’t have any other siblings,” Kimiko said while my cheeks burned more.

“Pity,” Lee said, pressing her hands to her flat stomach, stretching her shirt tighter about her breasts. Like my sister, she wasn’t wearing a bra. “I love having an older brother. It’s such a treat.”

I swallowed. My sister shifted beside me. I didn’t know what to say to that. Her tone was at once wanton and yet teasing. Was she playing a joke with us, or was she actually implying she had a ... sexual relationship with her brother?

It had to be a joke. Americans could be brash and bold.

“So, let’s see your new house,” Lee said. She grabbed both of our hands and walked backward down the sidewalk, leading us. “I’ve been sooooooo curious about who was moving in. And Japanese twins! Oh, my god, I feel like I’ve won the lottery.”

I gave my sister a look and whispered in Japanese, “Is this girl crazy?”

My sister shrugged.

Lee just grinned at me. “Ooh, yes, yes, Clint’s going to be so happy that you moved in down the street. My big brother has such a thing for Japanese girls. I don’t know why. But you do have such beautiful skin. And that hair...” She sighed. “We both have black hair, but yours is just so much silkier than mine. Ooh, I wish I had hair like you.”

My cheeks burned more. I glanced at my sister.

Her cheeks had darkened with her blush. She squeezed my hand as we let Lee drag us down the sidewalk. She walked backwards with such a relentless pace, pulling us along with ease. I just followed after, off-balanced by the words that just spilled out of her mouth.

“And maybe it’s the skin. I mean ... It’s such an exotic hue.” Lee shook her head. “Or maybe his attraction for you is genetic. I mean, our dad had a thing for Japanese girls. I’m not sure how many half-Japanese siblings we might have out there. We have at least one. Pam is cute, too. Like you too.”

I blinked.

“Ooh, Clint would pay so much attention to me if I had your looks. But he’ll be so happy with me.” She gave a big smile as she bounced as she kept walking. “Yes, yes, he’s going to give me a huge reward.”

“I think she is crazy,” Kimiko said in Japanese. “There is definitely something off about her.”

“What do we do, onee-san?”

My sister gave me a helpless look as Lee turned and dragged us down the cement walkway crossing our front yard to our light-gray house. She finally let go of our hands when she reached the porch, whirling around and jumping up the two steps to land on the cement porch.

“Come on, I want to see your bedroom.”

I glanced at my sister. She nodded her head. “Okay.”

Lee opened the door and stepped in, her head whipping around, staring at all the boxes in the living room, our furniture already arranged by the builders, but the little knickknacks and decorations still needing to be set out. Our mother still busied herself in the kitchen.

“Upstairs?” Lee asked, glancing at the stairs, already walking that way.

We followed. I squeezed my twin sisters hand. Lee tromped up the stairs, her black hair swaying about her shoulders. She reached the top, spun around, and beckoned us on. Her entire body trembled with delight, her skirt swaying and—

My eyes widened. I gasped and looked down. Lee had forgotten her panties. I saw her pussy, bare of any hair, the pink petals of her inner folds peeking out of her plump vulva. My cheeks burned as I squeezed my sister’s hand.

“What, onee-chan?” she asked.

“She’s not wearing any panties, onee-san,” I whispered.

My sister looked up and squeezed my hand. Lee stood there, leg spread wide, hands on hips, grinning at us. “I know that word. Pantsu. That’s panties.” She grabbed her skirt, lifting it higher. “I’m not allowed to wear them.” Then she glanced over her shoulder. “So which door is your bedroom?”

“Not allowed to wear them?” I asked my sister.

She just squeezed my hand, her face tight. “Um, Lee, it is the second door on the right.”

“Kay.” Lee darted down the hallway to our bedroom door, threw it open, and darted inside.

My stomach twisted. This girl ... She didn’t care that we saw her pussy. She had utterly no shame. She said such words that put an itch inside of me. I swallowed as we walked down the hallway after her, my sister’s hand feeling so warm against mine. I pressed on her.

Lee was bouncing on our futon, kneeling on it, her skirt flaring up and down, flashing her naked rump at us. She grinned at us over her shoulder and then hopped to her feet on it. “So, you share a bed. Nice.”

The way she said that made me gasp. Was she implying that my sister and I...

My cheeks flared with heat. I thought I’d melt.

“I love sharing a bed with one of my sisters,” Lee said. “It’s so... intimate. We have so much fun. And when our brother joins us...” She shuddered.

This couldn’t be real. This had to be a game to her. She just said something so taboo like it was so normal. I trembled as Lee darted from our futon and ripped open one of our boxes still needing to be unpacked. She dug through it, rummaging through our stuff. Didn’t this girl have any shame or propriety? Then she darted to our desk, ripping open the drawers.

I just stood there with my sister, both of us so off-balanced we just watched her ransack our room. She opened our dresser, picking up our panties, grinning at them. Then she grabbed a bra.

“Cute!” she declared before continuing her search.

“Are you ... looking for something?” my twin sister asked as Lee ripped open the next drawer.

“Uh-huh,” she said as she bent over farther, her skirt sliding up over her naked rump and...

She had something between her butt-cheeks. I hadn’t noticed it during the brief flashes caused by a flaring skirt. But now she didn’t move much, allowing me to study her pale, firm rear. I could clearly see the red, glass gem between her butt-cheeks like she had...

My sphincter tightened.

“She has something in her butt, onee-chan,” I whined. “Why are you letting her do this?”

“I...” Kimiko just shivered as Lee straightened up. The girl whirled around, shaking her head at us.

“I am so disappointed in you both,” Lee said and sighed. “You don’t have a single sex toy?”

“Toy?” I frowned. “We’re fifteen, Lee. Do girls our age in America still have toys?”

“No toy,” she said, emphasizing the word. “What do you masturbate with? Just your fingers?”

I truly wanted to melt this time. “Onee-san, we have to tell her to leave. She’s so vulgar.”

“Hush, onee-chan,” she said. “She’s just foreign. Maybe all American teenagers are like her. She wants to be our friends. So what if she’s a little... ?”

“Crazy?”

I nodded my head. “Crazy.”

I bit my lip as Lee glanced at us. Then she bounced right up to me. “You don’t want me to be here, do you?”

“O-of course not,” I said, her round, brown eyes boring into mine. I squirmed beneath her gaze, feeling the pressure on me. “Minako is just ... just shocked by your words. You are saying such ... such ... vulgar things.”

“onee-chan,” Kimiko admonished. “I am sorry, Lee-chan, my twin’s just shy. And your ... jokes are putting her off-balanced.”

“What jokes?” Lee blinked. “You totally need to have toys to play with. I mean, I love wearing my butt plug. My brother put it up my ass this morning. It makes me feel so wet. I’m practically dripping. See.”

She lifted her skirt again, showing off her pussy and ... I didn’t mean to look, but she was so blatant. I saw that her shaved flesh had a ... gleam about it. I breathed in and smelled a tangy musk. A similar scent that my own pussy produced when I masturbated.

“Onee-san,” I whined after wrenching my gaze away. “Minako isn’t comfortable at all with this.”

“It’s okay. She’s just ... playing with us. She’s enjoying how she’s embarrassing you.”

“It doesn’t embarrass you, onee-san?”

“You’re the dominant twin, right, Kimiko?” Lee said. “You keep telling Minako stuff. She wants me to leave, and you’re overruling her.”

Kimiko swallowed. “Well ... She’s just not used to your ... uh...”

“Wanton teasing?” Lee asked. “She doesn’t like me flashing my dirty, filthy cunt, does she? Well, I’m just such a slut I can’t help myself. It’s why I need to have my brother dominate me. Now if you want to really control your sister, you need to have a firmer voice. I mean, you’re sounding almost as scared as she is.”

Kimiko swallowed. She did have a pale face.

“Because if you want that then you are doing it all wrong,” Lee continued. “If you really want to take charge and be your twin sister’s mistress, you got to take charge of her.”

“Onee-san,” I whimpered. This girl was so crazy. Take charge?

“Listen, this is how you dominate someone.” Lee grabbed my sister and hauled her to her chair before her desk. Kimiko gasped as Lee shoved her down. The gaijin girl fell to her knees, her skirt flaring up and flashing that rump. She seized my sister’s calf, lifted her leg, and ripped off her sock, exposing her delicate toes. “Now you, Minako, get your butt down here.”

I swallowed, her tone so commanding. It snapped through the air. I quivered and ... found myself kneeling before my sister beside her. Lee gave me a toothy grin, nodding her head in complete delight. Then she seized my black hair and yanked my head down to my sister’s foot.

“Kimiko, order Minako to lick your toe,” Lee said. “If you want to be the dominant sister, you have to really seize control. Make her worship your foot with her mouth. Really give her a command!”

“I...” Kimiko shivered. “Lee-chan, this is ... Why are you doing this?”

“Because it will be hot.” Lee leaned down and licked my sister’s big toe. Her pink tongue swirled around it, bathing it in saliva. My sister gasped. Her eyes widened, showing off almost all of her whites. Her nipples suddenly tented her blouse. A wicked shudder ran through her body.