The Taste of Trouble

"If Trouble were a flavor, what would it taste like?"

Spicy, I think. Is that an answer that makes sense, Tsukasa?

The sounds of gushing filled the room. It hurts. I closed my eyes trying to relax my throat as it filled with something big.

Ever since that night, Tsukasa craved sex- but he didn't yet know what it was. And so, forcing me to suck his cock until he came was the only way he knew to get off.

"Hmpt! Haa, A-Amane, it's coming out a-again; f-feels so good!" Tsukasa grunted shoving his cock down my throat as he came. I'm overwhelmed with pleasure, and filled with disgust. I gagged, feeling Tsukasa shoot loads of cum down my throat; the horny boy groaning uncontrollably as he sat on the edge of the bed. It's hard to breathe.

On my knees, I swallowed his cum as it came rushing into my mouth; the thick cream pouring out my nose and squeezing out between my lips as I gagged.

"Awe, it's so thick today. Do you like how it tastes? Is it tastier when it's thick- or do you prefer it thin?" Tsukasa questioned releasing my head.

I coughed, bending over; "It must be hard to breathe, it's coming out of your nose too." He teased yanking my head by the hair. I looked away in shame as he took pleasure in my humiliation.

"My cock is still sticky, lick it clean," Tsukasa commanded. Bruises. It'd be covered in them if I didn't do what he said. "Well? Hurry up, or we'll be late for school," He coaxed pulling on my hair. I hated this.

But I loved it as well.

Opening my mouth wide to take him deep in my throat. Tsukasa groaned, enjoying the soft strokes of my wet tongue as it cleaned his cock. Running up and down every inch of his shaft, curving to lick every angle of his smooth head and flicking the sensitive slit on the tip as he stroked my head.

This routine had become normal. How long has it been, an entire week? Maybe two. Ever since Tsukasa realized the joy of an orgasm, he craved to have them all the time.

His appetite was insatiable.

Wanting oral sex two or three times every day. Before school and after, during shower time and dinner and bed time- even in the middle of the night: it didn't matter to him.

Shame.

I hated feeling like this.

"Amane? Did you really have to change out of your uniform? You made us late!" Tsukasa complained walking beside me. I kept my eyes down, "Of course I did, you got cum all over it; I couldn't go to school like that," I complained.

Tsukasa: "Huh, cum? Is that what it's called?"

Amane: *Sighs*

Tsukasa: "You know, the white stuff that comes out when it feels best?!"

Amane: *Stops walking* "Tsukasa, don't ever talk about this in public!"

Tsukasa: "But why? Cum feels good when it comes out, doesn't it feel good when you cum?"

Amane: *Covers Tsukasa's mouth* "Tsukasa! Be quiet or you'll get us in trouble! Brothers aren't supposed to do the stuff you make us do!"

Tsukasa: "Hmehehfhvdbhjdbvfbfdnvmkf?"

I sighed letting go of him, "Just please, don't ever talk about it in public, ok?" I sighed. "Talk about what?" A snarky voice called.

"It's her, the witch!" Tsukasa barked pointing at Mitsuba.

I looked behind me, "Hey, I'm not a witch! Watch who you call names or I'll tell the principal about how you assaulted me you nasty stinky perverted wet rat!" Mitsuba hissed. "Hey- I'm not wet or stinky!" Tsukasa objected.

I jumped in between them, bowing to Mitsuba, "I'm sorry! Please ignore my brother! H-He's sorry, s-so don't tell the principle," I begged shyly. Tsukasa pouted as Mitsuba put her hands on her hips, smiling in entertainment at my groveling.

"Well, I guess since you apologized it's fine, just keep your ratty ass brother away from me- got it Yugi?" she teased with her nose up. I sat up and nodded my head as Mitsuba walked off. "Wow, Ishira sure is scary." A girl muttered walking beside us.

Tsukasa and I looked at the tiny blond who went unnoticed. "O-Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop," She bowed. "Eh, Minamoto-senpai; you're in my English class right? You're the dumb one!" Tsukasa recalled.

"T-Tsukasa! That's not nice! S-Sorry about him," I bowed embarrassed. The girl giggled, "Naw, he's right. My spelling kinda sucks. But you should call me Kiyokou, not Minamoto. Only my parents call me that. Well, I've gotta go: I'm super late," she explained before running off.

"She talks too much," Tsukasa scoffed. "Anyways, do you think girls cum too? Should we ask one?" Tsukasa wondered. I knocked him on the head, "Tsukasa please, if you promise not to talk about this- I-I'll give you a reward, ok?" I sighed before walking.

Tsukasa smiled grimly, "Ok, but it has to be anything I want!" he called catching up with me. "Yeah, ok; whatever. Let's just go," I sighed.

I wish I'd never promised that, because that night- Tsukasa asked for something inexcusable.

Updated 1/31/2025