A stormy encounter, or: The day Misaki barged into my life

At school, I always finished the tests early. They were usually too easy for me. All I had to do was write. I didn't know what to do with all the ideas in my head, so I just wrote them on my desk. The things I scribbled there I could always put down on paper later. First, I had to transfer the ideas from my head to reality.
A few days after the end-of-semester exam, I noticed that someone else had added something on said desk. "I liked the novel. Could you please write a sequel if you find time? - Takahashi"
I blushed and could hardly believe that someone might actually have read it. It made me very happy to know that someone liked my stories. I knew Takahiro Takahashi was a very gifted and intelligent student, which added to my joy at his interest.
The next time I finished early again, I wrote another story on Takahiro's desk. I hadn't actually planned a sequel to the first story, but I wanted to make him happy, which I definitely succeeded in doing.
After school, Takahiro came running up to me with a beaming face. "Usami! You're so talented! It was really great to read!" The gleam in his eyes and the excited tone in his voice told me he meant it. I smiled inwardly, glad that someone appreciated my hard work. At that moment I had fallen in love with him...

Suddenly, the loud noise of a slamming door jolted me out of my dream and back into reality.
"HEY! WAKE UP, YOU PERVERTED TRASH WRITER! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING IN THIS BOOK?! IT'S YOU AND MY BIG BROTHER!"

What the ...? Who's making all this damn noise? Oh yes, I had promised Takahiro to tutor his brother for his entrance exam. Misaki ... Takahiro's little brother, of all people, pulled me out of this beautiful dream. Why can't you ever enjoy something! That voice was terribly annoying in itself, but when he shouted it was ten times worse. Just what on earth was he thinking?! And who the hell invades someone's bedroom like that? I was pissed off.

Then I remembered what he meant. He found a copy of Romance Belongs in the Student Council Office. Aikawa-san was going to bring some of those over, along with some copies of my new novel, Heights of the Sky, Depths of the Ocean. Otherwise, he would never have known that I had also written this book, since I used the pen name Yayoi Akikawa for its publication.

I regretted telling the brat he could let himself in. Yes, I had overslept, but it's just not proper to rummage around in other people's things and wake them rudely from their sweet dreams. Didn't Takahiro teach him any manners at all?

I picked myself up and turned to him, doing my best to give him my grimmest look. "You saw it, didn't you?"
Suddenly he looked nervous, obviously impressed by my sinister aura, but quickly returned to his annoyed expression. "Hey. The two characters in that porn book, that's you and my big brother, right?" He pointed demonstratively at the cover of the Boys Love novel he was holding. Then he dropped the book carelessly on the floor. "I knew it ... you're a pervert!"
I'm a pervert? What's the matter with him? And he only started talking himself into a rage. "I figured there was something going on when we first met, the way you held my brother tight. And then you say you want to be paid for the lessons with homemade tonjiru. That's disgusting! Don't try to drag my brother into your little world!"
Drag him into it? Is the boy out of his mind? I'm not dragging his brother into anything! I can't take it anymore. Any more of this nonsense and I'll explode! I stood up and walked over to him just as he lowered his head. "He's good-natured and naive, and you're just taking advantage of that against his will, aren't you?"
Take advantage? Against his will? I've got nothing! I'll show that brat! ...
I slammed my hand against the wall next to his head. This seemed to have impressed him enough that he finally gave in. How could he accuse me of wanting to take advantage of my true love?
"Who is doing what against his will now?", I snapped at him. I nipped his attempt to formulate a reply in the bud. "Did Takahiro say he was being taken advantage of?" Of course he didn't, because it wasn't like that.
The brunette looked visibly frightened, but looked me in the eye anyway. "N-no, he didn't say that... W-whatever, don't come near my brother again! Why don't you find yourself another guy! Surely some other guy will do, won't he?"
I was astonished then. Some other guy will do? What does he know about love? But I'll teach him a lesson! Determined, I grabbed him by the arm, dragged him onto my bed and laid him on his back. In his eyes, there was no hint of fear or anger, but confusion. He was shaking a little.
"What the hell do you know about me and Takahiro?", I wanted to know. Of course, neither he nor Takahiro knew of my affection. They were both a little screwy in that regard. So the kinship of the two was quite obvious on that point. "Hey! Let go of me!" protested Misaki against the constricted position I was giving him.
He turned around, wanting to escape the uncomfortable situation for him, but I pushed his head down on the bed. "Someone else will do? You disgust me." He gasped and I let go of him, after all I didn't want to kill him - well, at least not yet.

Misaki knelt on the bed beneath me, at my mercy. His words were still ringing in my ears. Perhaps he was jealous of his brother. Maybe he also wanted the love and affection of Akihiko Usami. Well, I' ll let the rascal have it ...

I leaned forward and grabbed his crotch with my left hand. The boy vehemently resisted my advance. "You bastard! What do you think ..."

I held him by the wrist and pulled him towards me. There was no escape now. With one hand I grasped his body while with the other I fiddled with the cord of his hoodie. I felt his whole body tremble and it excited me. I whispered in his ear, " Some other guy will do, right? You said it yourself." And at the moment he was the "other guy", which he realised. He shuddered again.

My hand went under his clothes and ran over his stomach. His skin was warm and smooth. He stopped resisting my touch. My hand reached his chest.

"T-that's not what I m-meant..." he protested, half out of breath. He could barely hide his moan. My fingers stroked his nipples. "Ah-stop it, you pervert!" he brought out, moaning. But I didn't even think about it. I was enjoying it far too much, and I knew Misaki was too. I gave him a tender kiss on the back of his neck.

His whole body shook from the touch. It was kind of sweet. I let go of the cord and moved to deeper regions. I grasped his hip and continued to work my way to the target of my desire. My hand deftly undid the button and zip of his jeans in one move. I ran my hand all the way down his underwear, eliciting another moan, while I stroked his chin with my other hand and slid my index finger along his tender lips. He tried in vain to pull my arm away with his hand. His mind was still rebelling against the invasion of his privacy, but his body was already surrendering completely to the beguiling charms.

This resistance was futile, however, and I decided to tease the rebellious mind a little. "Why don't you scream for help? ... Mr Poor Grade Idiot?"

Misaki turned to me angrily, " What? You jerk!". At that moment, I slipped my left hand into his most intimate area and grasped his member. He almost screamed with excitement and bent his upper body forward. He clawed the fingers of his left hand into the bed sheet while I held his right arm behind his back.

It was downright adorable how vulnerable he was at that moment. I massaged his shaft slowly up and down at first. I tugged the tip of his foreskin and felt him slowly getting hard. Man, this boy was sensitive ... every little touch of my fingers elicited a moan and a shiver from him. He tried to remain calm, but clearly did not succeed. His body had already succumbed to the mediated stimuli too much to be able to resist. He seemed to accept the inevitable sweet defeat and his lustful, soft moans really got me going.

I let go of his arm and leaned over him. My free hand went back under his shirt and stroked his warm skin as I worked his erection faster and faster. The contraction of his tender abdominal muscles, the wetness of his hard member, the outline of his hot glans, his moans and his smell - it all made me really horny. I couldn't wait to make him explode. But he didn't scream, nor did he ask me to stop. He was such a stubborn guy! But that was exactly what appealed to me.
"Hmm ... you're cute!", I whispered in his ear. His moans got louder and I knew he had already climaxed. I pumped his member slowly and sensitively now. I pulled his foreskin completely back and rubbed my thumb and forefinger over his exposed glans.
His hand clawed tightly into the bed sheet and his whole body shook. I felt hot sperm splash into my hand and run between my fingers.

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His hand clawed firmly into the sheets and his whole body quivered as he erupted into my hand.

Misaki lay beneath me breathing heavily. I licked his bittersweet essence from my damp hand. "Way too fast!", I teased. He was still holding the bed sheet, trembling. There was a sense that on the inside he wanted to kill me. I got up and took my cigarettes from the bedside table. I lit one and took a deep drag. "I'm going downstairs. Join me when you're ready and we can get started."

As I descended the stairs and inhaled my soothing poison, my head cleared a little. I had just raped my true love's younger brother. No, not raped ... just touched him tenderly. After all, he wanted it too, didn't he? He hadn't resisted, after all. Well, maybe a little, but basically he liked it. So it was surely consensual ... I suppose.

I lit a second cigarette and thought to myself, "Takahiro ... looks like I'll be dreaming about your brother soon, too."