(I picked Kaoru's POV because it seemed more feminine!)
It was a normal day, like any other day we had at the Host Club. Our guests were here, as usual, and we were entertaining them. I was the vulnerable one, as always, because I was best at that role. I had "accidentally" spilled tea onto our pinic blanket, and I started to fake cry. I didn't realize how much it would mean, the way I told my apologies to my brother, no matter how fake they were.
"Oh . . . Hikaru," I whispered. "I made a mess."
He took my chin in his hands like always, and sighed his loyal sigh. "Again? But this was our favorite blanket, Kao-Kao," he whimpered, climbing onto me halfway. "You have to be careful." His breath smelled sweet, which I didn't quite expect, and his position . . . I felt funny, like I could actually kiss him. Grind against him. I was getting scared. I've never felt anything like this towards him, before. To anyone. I liked and hated it, feeling my underpants tighten.
"Hi-Hikaru," I accidentally moaned. He chuckled, like he thought it was part of the game. Oh, but it wasn't part of the game at all. I had made that noise by accident, and he didn't even realize it. My face started to redden. "What are you doing?" My voice sounded weak and girly. It even broke in fear. "You're fiercer than usual!" I may have heard them squeal and swoon, but the girls were slowly fading from my concentration.
"Am I? I didn't notice," he breathed, making me shiver. "I was just trying to get your tea cup." There was a small smile that played across his lips, so teeny, you had to be an expert to find it. He was still playing along? I was getting more and more frustrated by the second, and he was just playing?
"Hikaru," I grunted, shoving him off. "Can I talk to you? In private?"
He immediately shaped up, and apologized to the ladies. "We have a few things to discuss in the hallway. My little brother gets a little . . . sensitive, sometimes," he told them. My hips agreed, but my brain was still mad.
I took him into the changing room, where no one could see us. Everyone was busy, today. "That's not fair, Hikaru," I started.
"What's not fair?" he asked, confused.
"How you make me feel. It's not a game," I whined. "You make me feel so . . . good, so . . . crazy . . . that I can't even concentrate on our guests, and you think it's just for fun! It hurts me, you know!"
"Hurts you? Makes you feel good? Kaoru, what are you talking about? I'm just doing the brotherly love act," he tells me. I roll my eyes and try to keep my hand from floating to my groin. It already throbbed. "What—Kaoru, did you get turned on?" he asked, eyes wide.
"What do you mean?" I ask him. He strides over and embraces me, running his hands down my back, putting it up my shirt. "Hikaru! You're hands are cold!" I moan, arching my spine. He just laughs. My hips start rolling and dipping. His hand sneaks towards in between my legs, were all the pain was being caused. I realized what he was doing too late. He grabbed my bulge.
"Quit teasing, Hikaru," I growl, and push him away. "I-I can't keep doing this if you keep teasing me."
"Doing what?"
"The brotherly love act! I can't!" I leave him in the changing room, and burst through the club doors. Everyone stares, and I know that I just need to be alone.
"Come back here!" he yelled at me. I ignored him.
I couldn't believe I felt this towards my own brother. And to make matters worse, my twin! My heterosexual, genetically identical twin! I knew I was gay a long time ago, but I didn't know that I was interested in my own flesh and blood as well. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I ran home, collapsing onto my bed.
My bed was the only place I could soothe my pains. . . . I cried for an hour after doing the naughty, dispicable thing I did, thinking of my own brother.