DanganRonpa – Confined

Makoto stared at the reflection of his face, the sounds of Komaru undressing herself were strangely very audible to his ears. He honestly was at a loss for words, he was frightened he was going to lose control over himself and in the end...

Hurt her...

Makoto's eyes traced down to the green tiles on the floor. That thought plagued him in a way he couldn't describe. How would she look at him afterward if it came to the point he could not control himself. Would she scorn him, run from him, beg to be separated again? Makoto inwardly scowled.

I wouldn't be able to live without her!

Makoto turned back to the mirror. He took a deep breath.

I'm not going to do anything to her. That's my final decision. And that's that.

The reflection of himself looked faithful on his mental debate's result. It looked confident. If he had to say, it was almost undeniable he wouldn't hurt her. But, another part of his body said otherwise. Makoto could feel the intense erection under his pajama pants. It was going to be a tough battle indeed.

"Makoto, I'm in, you can get in now."

Komaru's invitation hit him like a train. You can get in now. An open invitation no less. What else would excite a boy more if it came from a girl. Makoto mentally put up a barrier, and with a smile, turned towards her halfway. "Alright." He pulled down his trousers and slipped out of his sleeping shirt, throwing them against the door. And then, turned to enter the shower.

The distorted plexy glass door served as a nice buffer to hide his sister's naked body, but it didn't hide her figure all too well. He stepped in carefully as not to slip and closed the glass door. He'd taken note that the glass door was always slipped into the wall in front of the door so in case one were to take a bath, it wouldn't get in the way. Whoever designed this place is very smart.

The luckster then took notice to the pleasant rush of hot water against his naked body, the constant hitting of new fresh water washing away all of his sweat. The strength of the shower was impressive, he was surprised by the good pressure it had since day one. And it was obvious the girl behind him was getting plenty of water too. After all, he was at least two or four inches shorter than her. Occasionally, Makoto would get into a mental ramble as to how his sister had grown taller than him though. Maybe he missed out on a gene?

Then, he noticed something. Showering with his sister was surprisingly easy!

That's right! I'm in front of her, not behind her. If I can't see her, then-

That thought was destroyed in an instant, his body was still reacting to her. He could feel her just behind him, cleaning herself however it may have been. His imagination wasn't resting either. His thoughts were, but his imagination was a totally different story, and while he may have tried to ignore it, his second brain was much stronger than his first. Instincts told him to procreate. The only female he was aware of in the entire world by now was right behind him, completely vulnerable.

He grit his teeth. Makoto reached up and grabbed a scrubber, and then squirted body wash onto it. He put more on than normal. I must be aggravated... Makoto took another deep breath before roughing up his tool to get the suds to spawn and emerge.

Komaru on the other hand was observing him closely. She wondered if she should have let him in first so she could have been in front. Whether her back was to him or not, she knew boys found posteriors sexy as well. She twisted her body, stretching her right leg while doing so to get a look at it. She felt her hand brush against her brother's back, making him jerk. Komaru couldn't help but smirk.

Makoto's teeth were chattering silently. He closed his eyes, trying to calm down, his need was driving him insane. For weeks now I have been fighting this... I wish they gave me something to relieve it, I wish they did! Couldn't they have at least that much mercy!?

"Makoto, can we switch places for a bit, my lower body isn't really getting enough water?" Komaru asked.

Makoto froze in place. "S-"... What should I say? Komaru tilted her head.

"Makoto?"

"Yeah, s-sure."

He gulped. Stepping to the side, Makoto turned towards the wall so he would not really see her as she shimmied carefully past him. He could feel her breath against the back of his neck. His hair began to stand up, his body shuddered at the sensation. Makoto could feel his penis throbbing as it rubbed against the tile wall, begging for release.

"Make sure you clean, Makoto." Komaru said.

He stepped behind her, facing sideways still, a slightly annoyed look on his face. "I'm the big brother, shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?"

"Well, maybe, if you weren't so irresponsible." She gave a snicker. "Geez."

Makoto could say he was bit insulted by her response. He just let it fly though, she was just making small talk after all.

Komaru let out a pleasant sigh as she felt the water coat her body to the full now. Needless to say, her voice didn't escape Makoto's ears. He could have sworn that she was teasing him. Did she know his situation? Nah, there was no way she would. Komaru wouldn't pay attention to her brother like that, right? Makoto knew he was the definition of normal, but he also went to Hope's Peak Academy, which wasn't normal. Did he develop some sort of abnormality that entire year in the school?

He looked up with his eyes in thought, and then shook his head. It isn't anything like that... It doesn't matter if she's my sister or not... in the end... I'm a healthy teenage boy, and she's a sexy teenage girl. He inwardly sighed. He admitted it. She was sexy, there was no denying it now. She was the center of his desires, the epitome of an inescapable whirlpool that flooded his every thought and dream now. Ignoring the desires was tolerable at first... but they've gotten harder and harder to resist as each and everyday has gone by. I would have probably masturbated to her by now, but she's with me every minute of the day... Makoto grabbed his head. What's wrong with me!?

Makoto let his hands lower down before placing them on his hips, closing his eyes. He let out a breath and opened his eyes, facing away.

"Hey, Makoto?"

"Yes, Komaru?" He had to sound as normal as possible.

"Would you like me to wash your hair?" Her question sounded pretty genuine. He figured she just wanted more contact, considering how often she would cling to him when he relaxed onto the couch.

"Sure. I'd like that." Just because I'm on the edge doesn't mean she is too. I shouldn't treat her any differently than I normally would. Komaru's... He shuddered lightly. "Um, should I move back in front?"

Komaru just smiled to herself. "Of course, silly." Komaru put herself against the wall and shimmied to where he was standing. Makoto immediately caught sight of her butt. It was round, tight, and glistening with water. His eyes were wide as they just studied it, taking in every sweet curve, every illustrious angle, twist and motion as her legs slightly spread to move her along the wall. Makoto held a breath, and tried to get around her. Turning around would result in him maybe slipping, he couldn't have that. He carefully moved, trying to avoid her best he could, but his erection poked against her left cheek, rubbing against it in a very noticeable way. He couldn't help but let out a small moan.

This is becoming too much! I don't know how much longer my mind is going to last!

Komaru felt the strength of his rod, she could feel every twitch it made running across her ass. She swallowed deeply, pressing her body against the wall further, a bright blush across her cheeks. Makoto...

Makoto congratulated himself as he finally made it around her, panting. He let out the air in his lungs and sat down, one leg over the other. He felt his entire head becoming drenched by the hot liquid from the shower faucet. He looked down at the floor, seeing his pride sticking up harder than he had ever felt it before. Why is it so strong today, I don't understand. Maybe as more and more time goes by, it just gets... stronger and stronger. Besides his brain, it was the only muscle constantly moving. Suddenly, two handed enshrouded themselves into his brown locks.

"Hey!" Makoto said. "Don't do it so suddenly."

Komaru chuckled. "I'm sorry." And with that, she began to massage his head. Makoto could feel her fingers digging deeply into his hair, circling themselves around as shampoo started to clean his hair. She was gentle to say the least, Makoto could swear it felt more like a massage than anything, and he couldn't help but smile and close his eyes. The feeling brought great relief to his troubled thoughts.

Komaru watched as his head moved to the rhythm of her motions, his head felt smooth, his hair was exceptionally nice. She loved how she had someone to touch, to feel. Even after a few weeks, the feeling still hasn't grown old, but she knows an ever greater need as risen in her. But what would he think if she acted on it? He'd despise me. He'd think I was disgusting, and just taking advantage of him. She could feel her nether regions tighten, her hips swayed slightly. I need to suppress the need, I need to! He'd never want to see me again!

Makoto just sat down as shampoo coated his head. Traces of it ran down the back of his ears and down to his chin, dripping down and off onto random parts of the floor before being washed away barely a second later.

Komaru drew in a deep breath, and then scooted closer to him.

Makoto's eyes slowly widened as he felt the warmth of her skin making contact with his. He felt her breasts lightly press into his back. He couldn't do anything but blink, hoping she wouldn't notice his desire for her. Oh man, oh man... The image of him humping the girl hit his mind. His phallus stood on end, twitching madly at the thoughts. "Oh wow..." he quietly let out.

Komaru heard it. The beating of her heart was faster than she could ever remember, it was close to jumping out of her chest. Makoto... Please... don't hate me. I... I need you... A tear threatened to come to eyes. He's going to hate me so much.

Makoto was going insane as she lowered his head to get all of the shampoo out of his hair. His penis was throbbing nonstop. Calm down, calm down.

"I-is all the soap out o-of your hair, M-Makoto?"

He nodded. "Ye-eah. You're turn now."

Komaru nodded. "Alright. You clean my hair n-now." Komaru swallowed her gathering saliva. Alright, just go over him, and just bring yourself onto him. She could feel her juices leaking down her thighs. Her body was anticipating having its desires filled to the brim. I can't fight it any longer. Just let it happen. Even if he doesn't want it, I-... I can't hold back anymore!

Komaru stood up as Makoto just let out a breath. He then saw a shadow come over him. He looked up to see Komaru putting a leg over his shoulder. His mouth began to open. He then grit his teeth. Lowing his head, he let Komaru come over him. I can't do it.

As Komaru slowly moved her other leg over him, she suddenly felt too hands grab her hips. She let out a gasp before Makoto pulled her down.

Makoto forced her down onto his stomach, leaning back. She came down really easily and barely sat on top of him. He could see her pussy glistening. She's so wet. Please, don't kill me, Komaru. I'm sorry, I can't do it anymore!

Carefully, he positioned the member of his manhood at her core's entrance, teasing it. Komaru let out a moan.

"Makoto... What... are you doing?" A smile came to her face.

"I'm sorry, Komaru. I've tried and tried, but... I just can't do it anymore!"

She felt him begin to enter into her. A voice came out of her mouth like nothing she recognized, a voice filled with absolute pleasure and desire. "M-Makoto...!"

The luckster couldn't believe how tight she was. She was already ready for him to do this to her. Had she been anticipating this? Was she hoping I would finally... do it? He licked his lips, pulling her body closer against his own as he pushed further and deeper into her, before coming up to something. Her hymen!? That's right, his sister was virgin, just like himself, and if what he saw in porn and hentai was true, tearing it would hurt her.

Komaru could feel his cease of advancement, but she felt why. Her eyes gleamed, her teeth gritted slightly. "I-it's okay, Makoto."

"Huh?" He looked up at her, his voice full of worry.

"Please, do it. I..." Tears began to come forth from the edges of her eyes. "I need you!" Sobs came forth. "I'm so sorry, Makoto, but please, I can't take this anymore! My body has been a wreck since we've been here, and... and I, I can't stop thinking about you! Please-"

Her eyes widened as he pushed in, she could feel the intense pain of her virginity being swept away in move and her brother enter into her deep recesses. It was mix of pain and pleasure, something she couldn't describe, but in a sense, she loved it.

Makoto pushed until he was all the way in, she was sitting directly onto him now, shaking lightly. He didn't move, and he could feel her blood coming down against him, running down his water coated body and onto the floor, being swept away by the current. "Komaru? A-are you alright?" The squeezing her muscles was beginning to push him off the edge he was on, he needed to move, but he never wanted to hurt her. The pain in her eyes was evident, but something else much stronger than that overlapped them. It was desire, pleasure... it may have even been love.

"Yes." she said, a smile forming on her face. "Please, do as you like. B-but, be gentle..."

He could only nod, then he began his initial retreat. Komaru moaned as she felt her vaginal muscles close back, being massaged and pleasured by the head of his organ. It was a wonderful sensation, and she wondered if it could get better than this.

"This..."

Makoto began forward again, pushing into her at a slightly faster speed. Komaru's pleasure was becoming evident, her voice slowly turned into moans of bliss. He could feel his head starting to become light. "Oh my gosh... Komaru..." His penis continued to push deeper into her, his rhythm slowly increasing. He took her wrists into his hands and lied back against his elbows, using his knees to spread his sister's legs out, keeping them supported. She was completely off the floor, and he enjoyed having total control over her.

Komaru's eyes were wide as her mouth hung open, a smile present on her features. She could feel Makoto's organ rubbing in and out, in and out of her, his speed slowly increasing all the while. Her legs were beginning to become motionless, all feeling and concentration going to one place. Each thrust sent a pleasure filled volt throughout her nerves.

"Makoto..." She closed her eyes.

Makoto gritted his teeth as he pounded his hips against her cheeks, driving it in deeper and deeper with each thrust. The pleasure overfilling him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. "Komaru... Did... you feel the same? You... You've wanted this, since the beginning, haven't you?"

Her head nodded. "Y-yes... I've been wanting this for a while now. I know I saw... signs." Another moan escaped her lips. Makoto could feel her muscles just entangling around him, refusing to let go. Every retreat was met with unmerciful grips of pleasure that he had to respond to and please. Komaru let her head fall back, stretching her body out.

Makoto let her lie completely against him, releasing his hold onto her wrists.

Komaru could feel her legs become unresponsive. She didn't care anymore, all she wanted was for him to keep going. She could feel her insides becoming tighter and tighter with each thrust. The hot water sprinkling all over her chest increased her arousal, running down every muscle on her body. "Makoto... Do... you hate me... for enjoying this... For wanting this?"

He answered her by grabbing both of her breasts. Komaru let out a loud moan, stretching her legs out so he could enter in deeper and deeper. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, and she could have sworn he was getting a little bigger.

"Komaru... I think something is coming..."

She closed her eyes in bliss. "You're so hard... I can't believe it. This is my... first time, and I'm... Enjoying it this much?"

Makoto nodded. "Komaru... I..." He could feel his balls tighten, his erection becoming stronger. His muscles clenched once, then twice. Something was coming, he started breathing loudly, letting moans out as he began to desperately come against her.

"M-Makoto... Something's coming... I can't... last much longer!"

"N-neither can I... Komaru!"

Her eyes began to roll up, she could feel him pressing against her womb's entrance. "You're kissing my womb, Makoto. You're-" Her body became hotter than she had ever felt before, her stomach stretched upwards, riding him as her back lied against his chest. "Cumming. Cumming!"

Makoto clenched his teeth. "I- can't stop, Komaru! I can't stop!"

"Let it out. Let it out, Makoto, feel free to!"

At those words, he felt himself start to pour into her. Komaru let out a loud long pleasure induced gasp. She kept moving, milking his penis for all of its precious seed.

"Incredible! Just... incredible!"

Makoto kept thrusting deeper and deeper, each movement forcing him to squirt more into her. He swore if it was out of her, he would be shooting over their heads right now. He could feel each load shoot out at a force he thought only his urine could match, and it may not have come close.

Komaru rode out the last of their ecstasy, slowly coming to a stop. She panted, her face nothing but tired as she lied down on Makoto's chest. She could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. Her eyes sleepily close and open back up. "Makoto... That was... wonderful..."

"You... think so?" He said in between his pants.

She nodded. Then slowly, she sat up, carefully sliding him out of her core. As it came out, a thick string of semen began to flow out of her pussy, washing down into the faucet from the hot water pouring down on the two. "You... were very good, for your first time."

He laughed weakly. "It... was your first time... too..."

Komaru just sighed. "I... know..." Her smile slowly vanished. "But... Makoto?"

Makoto could detect the fear in her voice. He sat up slowly on his hands and looked at her with tired eyes.

"You... Do you hate me?"

Makoto plainly shook his head. "No. I gave in... I... I was trying to fight this urge for a long time now. I've... I've wanted to have sex with you for a long time now, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I was worried I'd... hurt you and scare you if I ever acted on those desires... Are you scared of me... Komaru?"

She shook her head. "Mm-mm. No." She smiled to herself, a blush clear on her face. "I could never hate you, Makoto... and honestly, I'm... happy. Yeah." She closed her eyes. "That's the word. I'm happy you felt the same way."

A side of his mouth cracked up to a smile. "Honestly. So am I..."

"Shall we... go to bed then?"

Makoto shook his head slowly. "I can, but I won't. We... We still need to clean your hair."

Komaru looked surprised for a second, before just smiling. "Yeah... You're right... You'll... You'll wash it, right?" Her eyes turned sheepishly toward him, and just nodded.

"Of course. You would do the same for me."

…

That night, the two slept in Komaru's room. Makoto's eyes were halfway open, a smile on his face. Komaru was sound asleep, but for the first time in months, he was finally relaxing. No urges, no thoughts on his mind, he was just... content. Sure, he had sex with his sister, and he knew it was eventually going to happen again, but this time, it wouldn't be so hard to try and do it, now that he knew how she felt. The day had been long and for the most part, tiring. He was confused and conflicted with his feelings, and now... He just wanted to just pretend none of the confusion existed. He closed his eyes, tightening his hold around his sister, and let sleep blissfully and slowly overcome him.

;-;-;

Makoto now sat in front of his sister rambling on about something as incoherent as a virus... When one was as bored as they were, it would be obvious he'd eventually dive into that dictionary on his shelf. Anything worked to take his mind off of his constant and immovable predicament. But at the moment, he also couldn't ignore how amazing his sister looked as she crossed her legs over one another. He gave a sigh as he finished his statements and returned to just relaxing his head.

Komaru let her attention fall back to picking her magazine up and rereading something. Apparently he satisfied her enough to warrant her to not ask anything else. Makoto wondered though, ever since they found one-another, they had never received another notice from their captors. Makoto wondered if they would ever get another one.

And so the day went on as normal, the two would loiter around and have another repetitive day, nothing eventful had happened. As the "night" started to come around, shortly after having eaten dinner, the two showered separately and then said good nights to the other. Makoto couldn't believe they managed to get by like they had, but he supposed it was for the best they didn't end up sleeping together all the time, and he managed to only violate her, if that was the term for it, four times now.

For a year and a half, he gave himself a medal for it only being four, but he knew she begged for it more than often. She'd usually crack a naughty smirk at his morning erections or say things like "You're hard again, brother"... Needless to say, it got on the brunet's nerves often before he would give in to their desires, after all, it took two people to have relations.

As Makoto bid his sister good night, he shut the door, turned the light off, pulled off his hoodie and swiped on a white short sleeved shirt and a pair of sleeping shorts before he retired into his bed. Makoto smiled at himself, wondering what the meal of tomorrow was going to be, but little did he know, this was the last of his "normal" days in captivity, for everything was about to change.

…

Nothing but pitch black darkness was present in the room, and Makoto Naegi slept soundly in his bed. Then, it suddenly happened, a loud boom, followed by a force of shaking. Makoto was easily ripped from his sleep as he was bounced up and down in his bed for a brief moment before falling onto the floor. He panicked as his ribcage hit the floor squarely. He lied on the floor, blinking for a small moment confused on what had happened. He sat up, rubbing his head and looking around.

"Makoto!" a voice cried out for him.

The boy could feel a painful surge wound up from his feet to his brain. "Komaru?" In a second, Makoto dashed for the door, opening it with a hand against the frame and sprinting down the hallway toward his calling sister. "Komaru!" He grabbed the door knob faster than he could ever remember and pushing it open to see his sister shaking in her bed, sitting with the covers over her and her knees up to her chest, he could swear he's never seen her this scared in his life. "Komaru! Are you okay?"

Makoto ran towards her, reaching comforting hands to grab hold of and secure his only friend. She nodded, apparently, she had been woken by the... disturbance, as well. She took hold of his shirt and pulled him close, he merely patted her back. "Makoto, what was that?"

"Calm down... I don't know..." Makoto looked up, fearing something may have happened. Did someone break in, maybe like a police force? "It could be people who are going to rescue us?"

Komaru merely nodded, hoping his hypothesis was correct. "In any case, we should probably get dressed."

"I don't want to be alone..." she said meekly, holding onto the tip of her brother's sleeve. He just looked at her and then nodded. She got up from the bed and grabbed a fresh uniform from her closet before following Makoto to his room. A faint noise could be heard constantly in the hallway and a red light was shining from below the door crack. The room as they saw it, had an ominous feel to it that never existed before. "Do you hear that noise, Makoto?"

The luckster nodded. "It sounds like... some sort of alarm. Something bad must have happened."

Komaru just looked to the side as they walked into his room. Makoto shut the door and flipped on the light switch. His eyes perked instantly.

"Huh?"

He flipped it down and then back up, but the light was not responding.

"What on earth?" Makoto ran towards his clock to see that it had been shut off. Nothing but the pale blue light from the window was his only source of light, but it was evident the power to their containment had been turned off. "Hmm... Get dressed."

Without a second further, the two changed from their night clothing and into their normal attire, which for Komaru was her high school uniform and for Makoto, was his black pants and dark green hoodie. The two looked over each other, with Komaru straightening out Makoto's hair at which he fussed at a bit. Now all they needed to do was wait and see what happened.

Makoto opened the door slightly to the hall, and that noise seeped faintly into the room. The constant alarm that was now going off, but it was so... foreign. Makoto didn't know what to make of it. The way it was going off with the faint red light in the living room gave off a very eerie vibe. He didn't know whether to be excited or scared, after all, the people that kept them here never hurt them, and they constantly fed them pretty good food. An explanation on their part would have been just fine, but no such thing ever came, and now... the facility was under alert?

Komaru just stared out the crack of the door with him. "Kind of scary, isn't it?" Makoto's gaze turned towards her before returning to the outside of the room. He gave a nod afterward. "I... I'm scared, Makoto."

He reached his arm around her and pulled Komaru close. "I won't let anyone hurt you. Besides, remember, these are the bad people, the guys that locked us up here and kidnapped us. I think we should be-"

Gunfire could be heard resounding faintly into their room, no louder than the alarm. Makoto's eyes were stricken with fear. Gunfire? Was there fighting going on outside? Makoto didn't know what to say. The two sat at the door, just listening for anything they could. They sat, listening to the alarm and the occasional jolt for what seemed like hours.

Makoto had no idea how much time had passed. He was sure it was more than two hours. The alarm never ceased its call, and the gunshots were becoming louder and louder. Maybe whoever is out there is fighting because the people who locked us up here are fighting back? It has to be some sort of military force, after all, anyone who could kidnap children from Hope's Peak Academy had to be part of some sort of very powerful organization, right? But, why were we kidnapped in the first place? What was the point to all of it?

Makoto's train of thought was ceased as a disturbing sound struck his ear drums. Wood was broken and a heavy thud of metal hitting a floor went through the room. Makoto clapped a hand over his sister's mouth. He didn't know whether or not to be happy or frightened, but he knew one thing. Someone else was now in the house, and he had no idea whether they were here to help, or here to hurt.

Chapter 4 – Epiphany