I am the first to wake up this morning. The group, Pilot, is the soundtrack to my morning on my radio alarm clock. To think I am one of the few people left with something of a retroactive device. It was a gift from GoGo when she and I were dumpster diving near the coast. Originally, it came from nothing. Nothing more than split wires and the scent of hot garbage. However, after spending nearly a week on sprucing and working on the kinks, it had finally worked. Now, I want to crush the heap of junk for the distaste it brings me this morning. Or better yet the artist who wrote this awfully damn song.

Or maybe I am just upset because I had just had sex with my blood brother.

I don't know what to feel. Well, I actually feel sticky. Not sure if it is my spunk or his that I am covered on. But the dry crust on my chest lets me know that I want to have a bath.

I turn off the damn contraption as the room returns to its former silence. I see my brother lying sheepishly beside me. He has a pleasant written over his tomato face. It reads mission accomplished. Well, my little brother, you have done your job. You finally consummated this damn plight of my sleeping with you. I watched you force yourself onto me, giving yourself your all on really wanting to sleep with me. Did I really keep your engine running? Am I that much exciting that you obsessed over me?

Of course, I've let you suck my dick, perform handjobs, and allow you to sit on my lap in the past. By all means, it was nothing more than a merciful way of satisfaction. I say that I didn't get anything out of it (in which I didn't), but it amazes me on why such a guy like me.

I don't find myself attractive. I am no different than a guy down the street. I wear boring clothes I find when I go to the thrift store. I have worn the same three brands of cologne over the past five years. My taste in women isn't the best. I tend to find girls that were easy or that could dominate me because I didn't know any better about myself.

I am a cheater. I cheat on my damn girlfriend with Abby because I feel as though I can. I feel as though I am not worth a damn thus using Abby because she doesn't know any damn better. Yes, she fucks better than GoGo and will do whatever I tell her but there is nothing more I will get out of her but those few minutes (I am lying, few hours) of happiness.

Hiro smacks his lips as he grabs more of the covers. I give him space as I know he might need a few more minutes of uninterrupted peaceful rest. I am just feeling contested with myself as I honestly blame myself for this.

I could have put my foot down. I could have told my brother to stop this! I could have threatened him to Aunt Cass. I could have really put the fear of God in him. However, why didn't I? Why did I ever put my foot down? Was there even a foot to stand on?

I love you, aniki!

He is talking in his sleep. The sleep of innocence. Lying beneath my quilt is a pervert. A pervert that is hungry for me. A boy who dresses feminine and sports his feminity to sway me. I never see anyone that puts so much effort. And for me?! Why me, Hiro?! You are a good looking guy. I've seen the girls and guys you sway into your corner. You can have a harem that can make people melt and bow down to kiss the cracks of your soles. But why me?

I am not worthy. I am not loyal. As much as I love GoGo, I am surprised that she is still with me. Surprised that she doesn't check my phone or at least pop by. I am a pathetic boyfriend and much as a pathetic being for I allow this to happen because I don't think much about myself.

A pervert. Yeah, a pervert. I turn as I give my brother another pillow. I let out a tiny smile as I rub my brother's hair. A pervert. He is a pervert. Just like his older brother.

We are one and the same, aren't we, little bro?

"Tadashi?"

I turn and see the stirring Hiro rubbing the sleepiness in his eyes. He keeps himself snuggled under the covers. The lingering fragrance of honeydew remains.

"Morning, bro," I tell him in a calm manner. I don't display any hostility in my voice. I don't want to let him know about the feelings I am currently having. I set my back against the bedpost as I ponder on my next move.

Which is nothing at this time?

He gives me a fragile stare like a puppy. Like a puppy who is waiting on his owner. A bit surprising. No "let's play kissing game, aniki?" No "if you don't play by my rules, I will expose you to the world?" No "I am going to make you mine for sure?"

"If you give me a few minutes to rest some more, I can make us breakfast." He stretches his arms, yawning like a skittish kitten. In a few seconds of his exposing his covers, I see him wearing my t-shirt. I realize that I am not wearing a shirt at all.

"You don't have to, Hiro," I tell him firmly as I am opting for a cigarette to smoke. "I am thinking of having an early start on finishing this name."

"I don't want to work on that," he tells me quickly. "That's not important right now."

"Don't we need to get this done soon before the deadline," I question him.

"There is time for that later," he says to me with his sharp tongue. "I just want to spend the day with you. And only you?" He buries his face in the covers. "Or else, you have other plans?"

What other plans?! You have blackmailed me, if not blackballed me from anyone else. Did you forget that quick about exposing my masturbating to you if I didn't become your pet, your muse, yours?!

"No. Obviously not!" I try my best to downplay the latter part of the sentence without stirring anything. Knowing that I have to play my time, I climb back into bed with him. I still keep my distance.

"Good!" He gives me a kiss on my cheek. He then sits up and looks at the clock. He looks at the window as he is giving observation on what he wants to do next. A habit he has. I believe he bases the start of the day on timing.

"Aniki, baby, I am going to take a shower and then make some breakfast." He removes the covers from his bed. I grit my teeth when seeing a glimpse of his panties. So feminine, so sexy. Am I actually in bed with a man? Maybe this is a short-haired woman I have picked up at the club and not my androgynous brother.

"Feel free to do what you like for the time being. Stay in bed and rest. Think about the things we can do together on our day off," he tells me in a cutesy tone. He stops when looking at the bed. "I think you should take care of our love juices." He winks. "Don't need Aunt Cass to question the christening of our lovemaking." He sways his hips as he makes his way to the door. He turns around before giving me the kissy face. "Love you lots, aniki!" He closes the door.

Here I am. I stand alone. What more can I say? Well, there are plenty of things I can say but am I willing to release the words from my chapped lips. Speaking of which, I lick them to apply moisture. However, to my chagrin, I can taste Hiro's lipgloss on the corner of my lips.

I see the sun making its crest upon the window, alerting me that it is time to get up. It is a good thing that is Sunday. The Hamada household tends to take it easy on a Sunday. Although we believe in God, going to church was optional.

Yet again, shall I show my face in church? Shall I place myself in the confession booth to alert the priest of my past and ongoing sins? Like, "Forgive me, Padre, for I have sinned. Not only am I fornicating with my girlfriend outside of marriage, but I am also involved with a mistress and P.S. my very own brother! How is that going to sound from the padre who is probably getting off to the forbidden fruit from across the booth?

Sorry for sound risque, brisk, and prude. I am just saying.

Maybe I shall take the vow into the priesthood.

I make a burst of self-defecating laughter as I remove the covers. Thank God that it is laundry day for I can wash my shame. I can smell last night's shame lingering in the air.

Along with the scent of fresh coffee from downstairs.

It is safe to say that Hiro is the early bird that catches the worm.

Now I am unsure that is based off metaphors, euphemisms, or statement of facts?

I close the door behind me. This time I have secured it shut. I place my chair under the knob to assure I won't be disturb. I thank Christ that Hiro takes his sweet time in the shower. Knowing for him, he probably has Phantom of the Opera soundtrack or Persona 5 soundtrack playing in the shower.

I just know I have time to check on my MIT application.

It is comforting to see that application. The ticket to my freedom from San Fransokyo. Away from the Lucky Cat Cafe.

Away from Hiro.

This time, I have hidden it in the cracks of my vinyl record. My brother hates The Breakfast Club soundtrack. Me and Gogo bought it at a bodega shop some years back. It was a gag as we were both fans of '80s classics and Futurama. Lord willing, I would like to use this at my wedding day when I accept my vows to Gogo.

I examine the door to check if I won't be bothered. I examine every perimeter, every nook and cranny of this room. I hear silence. No way that Hiro is going to deter me from my ticket to freedom.

My ticket from bondage.

I even wrap the teddy bear with the covers of our juices. No way rather or not a camera is present.

I check the application, scanning through the usuals of name, information, major, and the other miscellaneou, things about oneself.

I decide to even to the essay portion of the application. I got this! I am a pro! I have written essays. I have written documents on Gogo's behalf. I have written applications for Aunt Cass.

...I even helped Hiro with paperwork to get his upcoming name approved.

Using my lucky mechanical pencil, I read one of the essay questions.

In 500 words or less, how do you measure yourself through the attributes of your character?

I tap my pen. Simple. C 'mon! I can measure my attributes like the back of my head.

I came from humble beginnings. I was raised by my aunt after losing my parents in an automobile accident. Their deaths were reflective upon my brother and me. I have to become my brother's fucker.

What? No, that isn't what I mean to say.

Let's try again.

...I have to become my brother's keeper. There we go!

Being responsible for him became an important attribute as it helped me develop character. I came into him.

No! No! I release myself onto him.

Fuck me! When it comes to adversity, I know my way around a hole.

I stop. Each time I write, my thoughts return to my brother. Hearing his pants, his moans, his cries. How tight his pussy was and how he could pleasure.

What the fuck? Dude, what in the hell? You are sound like a brother fucker.

Well, am I a brother fucker?

Yes, Tadashi. Self-quipping is the way to go! Especially that I have FUCKED MY OWN BROTHER! I gnash my teeth in distress. I can't believe that I have not slept with my brother, I have busted my non-fertile nuts inside of him.

Not once, but twice.

What I didn't let you readers know that I felt so sorry for my kid brother that I did a round two with him.

I know. A mercy fuck? Really, Tadashi, you readers are probably saying? Well, if I have learned from Fredzilla, GoGo, or Wasabi. "Woman Up!" "A job isn't done until it is done!" "And any size pizza is a personal size pizza if you believe in yourself."

Yeah, scratch that latter thought. Fredzilla can come up with random quotes. That is probably the lack of coffee in my tank.

Sometime later...

I slowly tiptoe around my room as I pulled the sheets from the bed. I don't want to give him the slightest idea that I am awake. The thought of seeing his cute face gloating in the kitchen. He is probably having a grin on his face as he read the morning paper crosslegged in his panties and a loose-fitted t-shirt. Probably from the Misfits or the Grateful Dead or the Neptunes. This kid can change clothes as much as a woman.

Anyway, no way am I ready to see his self-satisfaction of a "job well-done."

I remove my bedsheets and pillowcases, tossing them to side first. I gnash my teeth as I felt the dry crust of my semen onto the sheets. I make a reminder to sterilize my hand with scolding hot water many times.

Yet again, I think about what GoGo will tell me if I were in a position like this. In an unknown environment, learn to take perspective. A person doesn't submit or fold, they must adapt. Adapt! Rich, my lovely GoGo! I have definitely adapted to my dick coming inside of his asspussy. Though I will admit that it is quite tight, sort of reminds of a…

Stop, I tell myself. I am trying to bring a perspective of fucking my own brother. Excuse my language, but God, I feel like I am going to hell.

Well, it wasn't by choice. I was blackmailed into this. I did jerk off to one of my brother's videos. Then, I am thinking to myself that it wasn't my brother but a trap. Yeah, that's right. A sexy trap that reminded me of my kid brother. A sexy trap that…

Oh, God, I…

I take the mind off my lecherous thoughts, concluding that it is still early in the morning and I must refuel with coffee. Hopefully, Hiro will be consumed with some of his projects that I might have an easy Sunday.

I slowly open the door to the hallway. It is silent which suits me. I grab my dirty delicates and tiptoe my way to the laundry room at the end of the hall. I make slow steps, slow and painful steps as I did not want to leave a crack or screech in the hallway.

When making it to the laundry room, I slowly lift the top to the washer. As I place my clothes in the washer, I use my teeth to pour the powdered detergent inside. I finally set the load to low. I hope the water pressure is good to go.

The relief I tell myself. Upon closing the washer, I turn and WHOA!

"Good morning, aniki!"

The smell of fresh coffee lingers in front of my nose alongside a very happy-go-lucky Hiro. As I predicted, he is sporting a pair of panties, a different color than last night. Judging by the scent of sweet honeydew, the little bro has already taken a shower.

"Fresh coffee is ready downstairs…" He pulls a newspaper from behind him. "...And your daily paper." He continues to smile, showcasing his pearly white. Even the gap shows more enthusiasm. "Breakfast isn't fully ready. I am making apple turnovers! Your favorite!"

"Gee, thanks," I say as I keep my back to the washer. He is still fixated on me. After a few seconds, he clicks his tongue.

"You need to set the washer on the right load, silly." He pushes forward, chest-to-chest. "Do I even have to teach how to wash, young man," he tells me flirtatiously. I lean with him while he turns the knob. He sticks out his tongue. "And there we go. Well done!"

I nod as a sign of thanks. However, I know he isn't through. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Colored bleach," I say to him while lying through my teeth.

He furrows his eyebrows. "Shall we play the guessing game or allow which woman to guess it for you?"

I cough, trying to keep my composure. He keeps his eyes shut. There is make-up on there. Collagen, I guess. His lips are puckered, reminding me of an octopus.

I close my eyes, thinking that I am taking one for the team when I give my brother a quick peck on the lips.

A few seconds, done, finished! I back away, turning to head for the kitchen. I feel him tugging my sleeve.

"Is that how you kiss her?" Such strong detriments toward Gogo. I mean, what the hell.

I sigh frustratingly. I strain my voice. "Fine, damn it." I take Hiro by his cheeks. I press his body against the washer. "You better not regret this." I took his chin and press my lips against his. His eyes are closed, instinctively grabbing my arms to wrap around my neck.

We swap kisses. Slobbering noises are made. I keep telling myself on that is how I kiss my girlfriends. Which is the truth?

I pull away, showing saliva between us.

"Is that better," I ask him curtly.

Hiro appears dazed. I am happy he feels accomplished. Hiro slowly drapes his hand toward my groin. I yelp upon the touch.

"More. I want more!"

His mouth smells of a mother's milk. It takes me back to...never mind, a not too distant past.

"Hiro, what about…" He doesn't listen. He presses his body against the washer. He continues to grab my cock, rubbing it affectionately. "Don't you want to fuck this pussy?" He asks me in a feminine voice. "Let me be your good girl. I can be your girl, Ta-da-shi!"

I become fed up. Upon doing so, my instincts were kicking in.

Hiro wants to be a girl. Then, damn it, I will show him what a girl does.

No, no. For him, a bitch!

I take his hips and presses his front toward the washer. I turn on the dryer as a way to lessen the noise and won't stir any nosy neighbors outside.

"You want to be my girl," I ask him sternly.

He shakes his head. "Yes, aniki. Fuck this supple ass. Make my pussy feel like I want your baby."

Those words, hypnotizing and alluring. Even Gogo and Abby weren't this seductive.

I pull aside his panties. His asspussy and I meet once again. As I spread my fingers to his soft ass, I notice something leaking from there.

"Don't worry. It's lube!"

"You were planning this?"

"You are my muse. Until you're mine, I will make you want me."

I grip his asspussy, spreading it. I don't have time to do foreplay. My dick was hurting, wanting a release. I haven't had sex in a couple of days (with a girl). If Hiro wants this, who am I to complain.

Hiro's folds envelopes my cock as we become one.

He hisses. I stop, becoming concerned. Crazy how I can flip my switch.

"Are you okay," I ask him.

He nods. He shows his happy face. "Stab my wound until I am coated in your sperm, aniki!"

With Hiro's hands gliding on his legs, he rubs himself as I grind myself onto him as we were going to work.

"Yes, baby! Pierce this pussy! Work that thick cock of yours, aniki!"

Hiro's moans turn into a language of love.

Fuck this trap. Fuck this trap's pussy.

Treat me and pound this ass like I am some common street whore.

You belong to me, Tadashi Hamada. No one fucking else!

I need this! I want this! I want this dick forever!

I have prayed for this day and now you are mine!

I am now in a trance. I continue thrust deeper until I enter the deepest void a man could go, his g-spot.

"Welcome home, Tadashi!"

I feel the sensation; it tells me to let Hiro take control. I am hypnotized and I let my body go.

"Seems like you are seeing it my way!"

I close my eyes as Hiro takes me away. Hiro grabs my hands to put it on his breasts. They are soft like marshmallows. They are plushy.

"You are a fucking mist that floods my mind," says Hiro in the midst of the excitement. His folds are getting tighter and his nest entraps me from leaving.

I close my eyes as I prepare to deposit my sperm into my brother's snatch.

"I am about to come, Hiro," I warn him. "I am about to cream your snatch!"

"It's okay, Tadashi. Bust your fat seed into me. Be a good muse and come for me. Come for me, baby. Let it out in my snatch. Get me pregnant! Let me have your babies!"

"I am coming," I say as I spurt my semen inside of his asspussy.

"I can feel you entering me," says Hiro as he shakes his ass. "I feel you impregnating me! Yes, coat it! I feel each spurt entering my love nest. I am getting stuffed."

I feel my dick retracting. I pull my dick away from his ass. Hiro stands panting. I see my offering releasing from his ass. He turns with a smile on his face.

"Thanks for the meal!" He rubs his stomach. "I don't think I need the apple turnovers for I am stuffed." His eyes widen. "The turnovers!" He immediately leaves and rushes to the kitchen.

Once again, I am alone with my thoughts. Again! I had sex with my brother again!

Why do I feel so pathetic?

Why...why...why did it feel so good?

I shake away those thoughts. I keep telling myself that I am being used for his leisure.

Blackmail! That is right! I am being blackmailed!

That is what I am telling myself.

A few minutes later...

I walk away from the laundry room knowing that I believe that the wash might need a second rinse. I make my way downstairs when I can hearing Hiro humming a song.

I step into the kitchen and he has the apple turnovers out of the oven. He places it on the stove.

"It's a little burnt, aniki, but it wouldn't hurt to scrape," he tells me.

I nod as I take a seat. He places the turnover onto the plate. He had also made turkey bacon and had strawberry jam on the side.

"Since you'd fed me, let me feed you," he says when puts my plate on the table. I don't hesitate when he positioned himself onto my lap. He makes sure that his ass is sitting firmly onto my lap.

"Do you want the bacon or the turnover," he asks.

"Turnover," I answer.

He uses his knife and fork to cut the pieces. As I am thinking he will feed me, he places it into his mouth. He doesn't chew it. He just opens his mouth with it.

"What are you doing," I ask him.

"Feeding my aniki," he replies in a cutesy tone. "Now, partake...or else!"

I open my mouth as he uses his mouth to pass my food into mine.

It ends with a tongue-swapping kiss.

"Ready for your coffee?" It is rhetorical, pouring it into his mouth, awaiting my mouth to open.

I ingest the second-hand coffee which ends with another tongue-swapping kiss.

"The best is yet to come, Tadashi onii-chan! I am going to make you mine!"

Once again, I can't believe what position I put myself into. I close my eyes and try to tell myself that MIT is around the corner. MIT is around the corner.

To be continued….