Twin Sister Delights Chapter 1: The Slut Coaches the Twin Sisters

Twin Sister Delights

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter One: The Slut Coaches the Twin Sisters

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

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 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.

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.