THE TURN OF EVENTS JUST HAPPENED SO FAST I COULDN'T PROCESS IT!

What happend, you ask?

. . . Bill Gates impegranated me, that's what.

If you have to ASK, just . . . ugh. Len.

It was FUCKIG EMBARASSING! AOUHGVBNKL;'[DTE8YHJKSKEJFDAKFUCKFUCKFUCK A;FKLDMJUESDNXCM,KJ I'VE NEVER LET OUT MY FEELINGS JUST SO TRUTHFULLY BEFORE.

Especialy NOT,. OT. LEN!

JACKSHIT! aAnd I don't know what else to say, because it waws all my fault! I feel so . . . what's that word? Gilty? (SCREW THAT *GUILTY)

We're currentlu in my mother's vagina.

Just kidding, we're in our respectful wards. As soon as Miku took us in here, I didn't wste time pluging thecharger. I WASTED MYSELF IN FRONTOF THE LAPTOP. Miku was talking nonstop.

"Ooh! That nurse dude looked sorta hot, don't'cha think/? Hey, hey! What the fuckl happened to you? Wait — I wanna check this ol' ass out! He looks just like the bitch from that American show. Heya, Sir! . . . What? Excuse me. . . ? Ew. Ew! GAWD!" (SLAP) "He SPAT at my shoes! Can you believe that big clitshit?"

That was how our convo went on the way here. (Which was about fifteen-something — DO I LOOK LIKE I COUNT? — minutse ago.) Len and I had stayed silent the ENTIRE FUCKING TIME AND I LOOKED SO PATHEITC BECAUSE I DIDN'T DO SHIT.

My face looked like shit, too, come to think of it. . .

We've been in the restroom for a HELUVA long time: Miku was SOSOSOSOSOSO nice! She borught me two crates of oranges! (And she nicked that ornage doughnut from the police on teh wayh ere. . .)

Anywaiz, I'M OFFICIALLY SIGINING OFF MY LIFE.

SIGNING. OFF.

It's full of balls! LIFE'S BEING SUCH A DICK TO ME. . . Why did I tell Len all that? Lhkjg

. . . Sorry. Miku borrowed me for a while to ask what's up with Len and me.

"WAS LEN BEING A SICK BASTARD?"

"Hold your tits, Miku."

"Like this?"

"Oh, GOD — NO!"

"I was just kidding!"

"It was an idiom, you gross pervert. . . And I don't know what happened! It just did!"

"What really is going on with you two?"

"It's just some personal issues that I don't want solved. That's all."

"Abe, I told you that shit will eventually hit the fan. . . You know, lies are like when a slut masturbates. When you pile it up, it's BOUND to blow up."

". . . Please don't give me a mental image."

"But Rin, seriously, Len's already worrying his ASS over you!"

"I KNOW, and that's just the point!"

"You're SO afraid to get help."

"Am not!"

And then Miku gave me some advice which I considered totally NOT suitable for Len's and my current sitch. (I'm tellying you, you do NOT wantt o know.) Something must be done blah blah blah you're being immature blah blah blah it's affecting the story progress blah blah blah TESTICLES.

So. That last one was random, I know, but I'm trying to lighten up the mood! I don't want you readers to be sucked into our problem. . . Speaking of which. . .

Honeycloud of Riverclan: Mikuo? Um. Don't you mean my BOYFRIEND? HAHAHAHAHAHA. . . Oh for the love of God who'm I kidding. How come you think he's such a French fry? :3 Thanks for reviewing! Please accept this . . . er, muffin thing. What do you think I should do to help Len? :(

Tokioo Wishes: Fuck A. I don't think I wanna be that much of a sadist anymore D: But I think it'll lighten my mood to see LEn beg. . . Please accept this . . . er, muffin thing. What do you think I should do to help Len? :(

Troubled Windchimes: That was a long review o.O . . . Me? C-cry? Only . . . shit, fine. I did cry. Hmm. I like your thinking, TW ;) I have another one :D You cna get it if you like. Please accept this . . . er, muffin thing. What do you think I should do to help Len? :(

Money Honey: . . . You don't know how wrong that sounded. . . Yeah, I know right. Oh, I DON'T KNOW about Len. . . Sigh. I miss the old him. Please accept this . . . er, muffin thing. What do you think I should do to help Len? :(

I SeeU Mayu: I forgot what I was supposed to even teach you. . . Or was it Len? :/ DAMN RIGHT he should. Please accept this . . . er, muffin thing. What do you think I should do to help Len? :(

A Nalu Fangirl: Did you, like, review twice? o.O Well, it increases my review count, so I won't complain! XD I love you too! I loves me mah reviewerz! Please accept this . . . er, muffin thing. What do you think I should do to help Len? :(

Sweet Beast: Oh? . . . OH. Len and I aren't. . . We're JUST TWINS. GOD. . . What is it with twincest everywhere? You think so? :3 I like you :D Miku lives with her mama and papa. She ain't got no brother. And for the last effing time. KAITO'S JUST AN OLD POSER FROM THE INTERNET WHO CLAIMS TO BE A HOT DUDE . . . I think. Please accept this . . . er, muffin thing. What do you think I should do to help Len? :(

(LOL, the things copy and paste can do. . .) Wait. Gotta go.

Hi. S'me again. Miku's been here the entire day, and she just left. The last time I typed, it was over two hours ago, before Miku and I did a lot of catching up in the ward.

Len was in here, too, but he was onky in the background, silent as hell. It was sort of scary; I was avoiding his ass the entire was kinda rude of me. … But I'm having problems too! You know that feeling when you feel something for someone, and you confessed to them, and now you're too afraid to talk to them?

What?

I'M UNQUESTIONABLY NOT IN LOVE WITH LEN YUO ARESHOLES! Jesus. Christ. There's definitely something wrong with all those bithces. . .

LOOK. WHEN I SAID THAT WHEN YOU FEEL SOMETHING FOR SOMEONE, I MEANT WHEN I'MJEALOUS OF LEN. AND WHEN I MEANT CONFESS, I MEANT THAT BULLY FCUKERY.

Oh? That was what you were implying all along? Shit. Shut up, I'm sorry, okay?

He's been in front of the sperming laptop all FUCKING DAY. AFTERNOON. (SAME SHIT.) He didn't even SAY ANYTHING when Miku tried to get his attention.

"Hey, Rin. Why can't your brother say anything? Doesn't he, like, bitch around every five seconds about me?"

"Dunno. I tried."

"No you didn't. THIS is trying."

And she turned to face him while she sat on my bed. I just watched shit about to unfold.

"Oi! Can't you talk anymore? Or something? SAY SOMETHING YOU TWIT."

SAY SOMETHING YOU TWIT."

"Hold on, Miku! Stop being such a rude dildo. Hey Len. Len? LEN? BITCH!"

That's sorta how it went for two hours. . . WHAT. What do you mean, I have to apologise?

. . . So you think that after everything that's ahpenned — just because Len and I have had a aksdnjfhukjasasdillion fights these past days — I'm the problem"?

Le'ts just take this slowly (My God, that sounded so wrong.) Len's apologised in every fight we had (written), so now maybe it's my turn to say sorry. Is that it?

. . . Had I already been this selfish? Totally?

I'll think about it.

Goddamn this. . .

He even got the story plot wrong again. . .

Everything went opposite in Rinto's world, and as he found himself leaning in — or it was Lenka who was leaning in — he didn't care anymore. He was being sucked into the dilating eyes of someone he didn't ever think he would ever fall for before, in innocence's reign in his mind's kingdom. . .

Lenka's delicate fingers caressed the bare neck of Rinto as he let out a low, tenor growl in satisfaction, carefully placing his hands on her shoulders — instead of down her ass, which his erotised mind was shouting at him to do. He could practically feel the soft skin under the fabric that so separated him from the wonders he'd wanted to venture all these years. The amatory atmosphere simply made it impossible for them to escape the sexy hell they'd chained themselves to; the devil had ensnared them into a trap that would most likely lead them to their sensual demise. . .

The tip of Rinto's hardening member — which was by the way a nine-incher ;) — was scratching the surface of his boxers, and knowing something was definitely about to . . . pop up, he tried to shift his position so that Lenka won't notice much yet. He'll leave the element of surprise later. But instead of shifting his crotch further away from Lenka's, he just — SHIT HAPPENS WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT IT — pressed it up against her thigh and the friction made them both inhale a sharp intake of air: Lenka's eyes widened — which were in contrast with Rinto's because he closed them shut because the sensations were so amazing he didn't want to see Lenka's expression if she sees what his face would turn out to be like if he didn't close his eyes — in delight and surprise (more of the latter, though.)

Rinto's mind was racing; the erotica that swirled so mysteriously beautifully in his mind made his hands tremble violently, grasping his sister's shoulders for dear life.

"R-Rinto!"

He was hurting her.

So. Fucking. What.

His hidden cerulean-blue eyes were curtained behind his eyelids, which he'd worked so hard on keeping shut. He breathed deeply, and calmed himself down; he wanted to control himself this time. . . The men Lenka had been with — though fewer than the women Rinto was with — might have been that much harsh and aggressive with her. What would he do with himself if that ever happens to his dear sister? What if he was the cause of tainting her? His control finally going to his gentle side — which wasn't very gentle at all, but in comparison . . . — he eased his grip on her shoulders.

Lenka's hand found its way to tousling his hair, loosening her violent yanking, while her other was just hovering over his belt's buckle, her pinkie's fingertip lightly caressing the skin that exposed what Rinto's shirt couldn't cover, sending unexplainable pleasure to wash over that part of his body. Rinto on the other hand deeply regretted losing his patience on this; his hand had already snaked its way under Lenka's thin shirt and his other was squeezing her left buttock rather roughly.

OH JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEZUZ!

I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I MISS MY BROTHER!

I ALMOST. ASSING. WROTE. A. LEMON.

LEEEEEEEEEEEEMOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOON!

And this is earted T! My GOD! What is wrong with me? I need Len's giudance and shit! And HELP1 I DON'T KNOW HOW TO END THIS STOYR. AND LEN, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, CAN YOU LIKE, USE YOUR NERDY WIEBO POWERS AND FORGIVE ME? I'm sorry for acting like such a vajayjay to you! CAN'T. YOU. FORGIVE ME?

JUST. LOOK. AT ME.

Oh right. We're in the ames room (SAME YOU DOUCHE) . . .

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what? Oh. Apologisel. Jsus. (If I typo a holy name will I go to hell for it? O.O) *Jesus.

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ME: . . . Help? Seriously Q.Q As much as I wanna continue this story, I . . . can't :P I wanna make this as real as I want, because they are, after all, the authors, and Rinto's and Lenka's story's making a close, so I have to end the fight they began :P There's a sequel to this, though. But I advise readers who don't like twincest at all to not read it :) Please respect my decision LOL Like there's not enough of them twincest here. Oh, and MORE MIKU there! XD And guess what? NEW CHARACTER! X3 Sorry for the cliffie. (Or something. . .) So Miku rescued them from the hellhole. And yeah. She took care of them for the rest of the day (Len took care of himself) and left to let Rin solve her own prob XD I love Miku's character.

. . . And YEAH, I made Rin forget about Mikuo in the first place :D To add on her forgetfulness.