CAUTION- this is Tsukasa x Amane. If you ship the pair as well, I hope you enjoy! If fictional twincest makes you sick, literally every other fanfiction I have does not contain it! (Besides Forbidden Fruit) Once again, this is a Tsukasa X Amane fanfiction (Actual twincest or anything related is terrible, this is a fake story with non-existing people. The characters are also aged up in this fanfic) Switch to a Fruits basket or Promised Neverland Fic if you want a normal ship. Thanks!}

"If you were a color, what would you taste like?"

Blood - Is that an answer that makes sense, Tsukasa?

Bright red blood ran down my face, "I'm sorry," Tsukasa apologized. "Do you want to go play outside?" He added lifting a ball over his head.

I sighed in relief, he's not angry anymore.

It was only a few minutes ago he smashed a bat across my head, leaving me with a nasty gash. "But I want to go play with the other kids," He'd insisted.

I was scared.

But I knew I couldn't let him go to the park swinging his bat around; I was sure Tsukasa would find something he wanted to see the inside of- and so. He cracked me over the head instead.

"It's not fair!" Tsukasa screamed at me. "You always get to talk to other people, so why can't I? It's not fair! It's not fair! IT'S NOT FAIR!" He yelled swinging the bat over and over until he finally hit me.

I shivered reliving the attack.

"Hm, maybe later, Tsukasa." I muttered still holding a wet cloth to my head as it throbbed painfully.

A promise that I might let him go play, that was enough for Tsukasa to leave me alone. The darker twin let out a loud sigh of boredom as he sat next to me, I felt my body relax. It seems as if his fit of rage had subsided and only the playfully curious Tsukasa I loved remained. Kicking his feet as he hummed, my twin smiled thinking about whatever a 'Tsukasa' likes to think about. How cute, I like him better like this.

Tsukasa looked over at me. "Hmmmm, what's the matter?" He asked. I looked away, realizing my long gaze, "Nothing, I was just spacing out again," I muttered kicking my legs as well.

"Were you thinking about the moon?" He asked. I shook my head then smiled, "No, but now I am."

Once again, we were talking like nothing bad ever happened.

"Hey, Amane. If you were a color, what would you taste like?" Tsukasa asked watching me rummage through our first aid kit. "Ah... Tsukasa, colors don't have a taste." I muttered looking over at him.

Tsukasa jumped up and walked over to me. I held my breath as he placed his hands on my upper thigh, looking closer at the gash on my head. He's too close. I inhaled slowly trying to stay calm- the feeling of someone's else's hand on my thigh turned me on. Even if it was Tsukasa.

A dark shame loomed over me.

I bit my lip; this shouldn't feel good; but the weight of his body pushing down on my thighs- the warmth of his fingertips and cool breath on my neck excited me.

"What's the matter Amane, does it hurt? Like a pinch or a punch?" Tsukasa wondered with big curious eyes; he titled his head as began pet him. Giving him a reassuring smile.

"It doesn't hurt, not anymore. S-So you can do something else. Don't you have homework to do?" I asked trying to think about something- anything else.

Tsukasa ignored my comment, he was too fixated with the gash on my forehead, without warning he leaned in. "GAH! T-Tsukasa!" I gasped as he licked the side of my head, "Hmmmmm, Hah! Amane! Your blood tastes like candy!" He laughed licking his lips. Tsukasa grinned wider as I pushed him away.

"Awe- gross! Tsukasa! Just go do your homework- I'll help you after I clean my cut," I scolded messing up his hair. "Ok!" He agreed, the playful nuisance nodded his head and ran off to look for his book bag. My smile fell, bathroom; I need to go to the bathroom.

It turned me on- but why?!

Tsukasa's tongue against my face… It made me feel weird, without thinking I locked the door. Running the sink and quickly unbuttoning my pants, I closed my eyes as I pulled out my hardened cock.

I couldn't help but stroke it hungrily to the image of Tsukasa licking my face. Squeezing myself in tight grips to the feeling of his wet tongue brushing across my sore skin.

It turned me on, the thought of his wet, warm tongue running against other parts of my body. I could see it so vividly in my mind. This was wrong. This feels good.

Pulling my hand to my face, I spit on my palm before stroking my cock once more, moaning in a low voice as the moisture heightened my pleasure.

His tongue, I want to feel it here too. I closed my eyes, imaging the sensation of a dripping wet tongue against the head of my cock. That was good enough. I gasped, biting my lip as I came in my hand.

Bliss. Muffled moans slipped out as I jerked myself in tight, fast thrust; releasing thick streams of cum everywhere.

I was so backed up, how long has it been?

I panted, looking down at my hand which dripped heavily with cum. The thought of Tsukasa licking me… Remembering the feeling of his hands on my thighs, it made me cum so much. But why?

I blushed in shame as the sticky cream dripped onto the floor, slipping through my fingers as the guilt set in. Why did the thought of him make me do this? That's right- it was Tsukasa, but me who had these sick feelings first-

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Updated 1/28/2025