Finding work was harder than I expected. I didn't think it would be *easy* of course- I was an 18-year-old college dropout with no work experience. Still, I thought I could find *something*.
I started by applying to factories. Factory work was a good, normal job for a normal guy like me, right? But apparently the job market was tough these days, and none of the factories were hiring newbies. Chiba doesn't really have a lot of factories, anyway.
Next I applied to retail jobs. Restaurants, coffee shops, clothing stores, that sort of thing. But again, they were only mostly only hiring people with experience. One clothing store did say they'd hire newbies, but only young women. I showed them a picture of Kirino on my phone, and they said they'd definitely hire her, but not me. This blatant discrimination made me want to cry, but I kept searching.
Eventually I did find something, though. Where, you ask? In that most important of Japanese traditional institutions, the one which all busy workers rely upon to provide cheap, fast sustenance to power through their grueling days- that is to say, a convenience store.
Somehow the job managed to be both tough and boring at the same time. Most of the time I was just standing there, waiting for a customer to come in and buy something. But I could never fully relax- I had to constantly check things order to keep the food hot, the drinks cold, and everything else in stock. Then a bunch of customers would all come in at once, and I'd be scurrying like crazy trying to take everyone's money while preparing bento, restocking shelves, and trying to stop anyone from shoplifting. By the end of my shift, I was always a wreck.
One day, I came home around 8AM after an overnight 10 hour shift. I was utterly exhausted, and I hadn't slept in over 24 hours. Kirino was lying on the ouch, messing with her phone when I came back. I became rather annoyed seeing her like that and said:
"When are you going to get a job?"
"Huh? I will soon. But what's the problem? I've made a lot of sacrifices to my lifestyle, so I think even your meager salary should cover things for now."
"What are your saying!? Yeah, my salary is low, but it's the only thing I could find. I'm working my ass of for it, so why are you so ungrateful!?"
"Hmm, well... I am grateful, I just wish you wouldn't whine so much. I used to go to school, track practice, and do modeling work, so I don't see what's so bad about that one job you work. Why don't you get a second job?"
"I can't! It would kill me!"
We both glared at each other without speaking for a minute.
"Wasn't Kanako going to help you find work? If you could get modeling work again, even part time, I think we could both go back to school and then it'll be much easier for us to find jobs."
"Huh? So you just want to sponge off of me while my body pays the bills for both of us?
"No! That's totally wrong! I'm just being practical here- it's really hard to find work these days without some kind of degree."
"Hmm. maybe. I still think you're just being lazy, though." This girl...
-PING PONG
Luckily, before our argument could escalate further, the doorbell rang. I opened it and... speak of the devil.
Kanako.
"Hiya, Kyousuke!"
"Hi... Kanako. I hope you're here with good news for Kirino."
"Uh huh!" Kanako grinned. "Kanako gets to meet a lot of famous people these days. Yesterday, I happened to meet a REALLY famous producer."
"Oh, who?" Asked Kirino. Kanako answered with a name, and both girls squealed. Apparently it was someone really famous in the fashion industry, but I had no idea who it was.
"Anyway, Kanako told him about your situation, and your modeling history, he was VERY interested. He told me to to come here in person so that he can talk to you through my phone."
I was overjoyed. "Wow, that's great! Thanks, Kanako!"
But Kirino was a little more cautious. "Hey, what exactly did you tell him about 'our situation'..."
Kanako didn't answer. Instead she took out her phone and dialed. "Hello? Yes, Kanako is here with them now. Which one of them do you want to talk to?"
The way she said "them" was odd. Why would this person care about me. Although I had enjoyed cosplaying that one time for Kuroneko's Maschera doujinshi, I was pretty sure no one would want to hire me as a model. Wouldn't he just want to talk to Kirino?
Kanako held the phone out to me. I suddenly had a very bad feeling about this. "Hello?"
"Hi- are you Kyousuke Kousaka?"
"Yes, that's me. Is this Mr. X?" I repeated the name Kanako had said earlier.
"Yeah, sure, that's me. Listen, is it true that you and Kirino ran away to get married?"
My heart lurched. I responded very awkwardly. "Uh, no... that's not true... we didn't get married..."
"Hahaha! but you did run away together? Your own sister? Amazing!"
"What! No... I mean, let me explain!"
"You're a real piece of work, kid. I just wanted to find out if it was true. Kirino used to be pretty famous in the youth modeling world, you know? I wondered why she suddenly stopped working. Well, now I know... Stay away from Kanako, you hear me?" And the phone call suddenly ended.
***
"What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know. just hold me, OK?"
I did as she asked. I held her, gently, and she held me back. For a few minutes we just stood there, hugging each other silently. Then Kirino spoke again.
"I'm really down right now. I need you to make me feel better."
"OK. Um, how?"
She blushed. "Don't make me say it."
"Oh! Then you mean... make you feel better... physically?"
"Baka! Don't just say it like that."
She wasn't mad though. She continued holding me, with a hint of a blush on her cheeks. I became acutely aware of the warmth and softness of her body, especially her breasts pressing against my chest. So soft, and so very different from my own chest! It was a blatant reminder that her body was female.
I was beginning to lose myself in the mood. Slowly, I moved my hands down her back. She didn't stop me. When my hands reached her waist, she gasped. Her mouth stayed slightly open. I took the chance to go in for a kiss. She welcomed it, and kissed me back. I went into a deep kiss, and she moaned as we locked tongues. Feeling wild now, I took the chance to move my hands lower, grabbing both of her butt cheeks.
Suddenly she stopped kissing me. "Hey! What are you doing?"
"I can't?"
"Well... if... if you really want to..." Her voice trailed off.
For Kirino, this meant "go for it!" so I did. I resumed kissing her while I held both hands firmly on her bottom. I pulled her in as tightly as I could. The feeling was extraordinary. Her lips, her face, her smell, her breasts, her legs, all pressed firmly against me, while my hands enjoyed her perfect rear end. My mind was a haze of animalistic desire now, and my cock was completely erect. It was bulging out against my pants, as if it wanted rip right through them and go directly into Kirino. I pressed it into her crotch and she moaned.
I broke the embrace, and began fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. "What are you going?" She asked, getting angry now.
"Huh? Undressing. Don't you want to...?"
"Just... don't damage my clothes! Ugh, I'll do it."
I guess she was still concerned about her clothes, like a proper fashion model. But I wasn't angry. As I watched, she carefully unbuttoned and removed both her shirt and skirt, leaving only a plain white bra and panties. I stared for a second at her newly revealed body, with its perfect hourglass shape.
"Aren't you going to undress too?"
"Oh, right." Awkwardly, I did so, taking off my shirt and pants as quickly as possible, and throwing them aside.
We stood there awkwardly for a bit, both of us just wearing our underwear. I didn't know what to say. Her body was so beautiful it didn't seem real. Her long, toned legs were fully on display, leading up to just the tiniest piece of white cotton hiding her crotch. My own body seemed so ugly in comparison. I longed to touch her, but I was also afraid that she would recoil from my touch.
It was Kirino who broke the stand off. She gave a meaningful look down at my boxers, smirked at my obvious erection, and said "Ha! Well, I guess it can't be helped. Come on then!"
Ah, this girl! Despite all our difficulties, I really do love her. With that, all our hesitation and awkwardness was lost. I ran over to her and kissed her again. We ripped off each other's underwear, dove into bed, and had sex like it was life or death. There was no pausing or foreplay, and neither of us said anything. All I remembered aftewards was a frenzy of thrusting until we were both fully satisfied.