"A new start," Mom said as she placed the final box into Leyley's room. Unsure if the girl packed her entire bedroom into that box, it was enough that it nearly broke her back. About three months back Dad got a new job in Japan, and said we needed a fresh start since me and Leyley were so screwed up. The job offer came with a lot of cash plus me and sis would be studying in one of the most pretentious schools in all of Japan, U.A. or Yuuei as these locals call it.

"What in the hell are with all of these buttons?" I could hear the sound of my sister's frustrations as she stepped out of the bathroom. I guess it didn't hit her right away that we aren't in the States anymore. "What's wrong with a simple lever? It's a bathroom, not a damn computer."

"Tch! Amazed that we heard any water running at all," I chuckled as I was expecting a wave of knuckle sandwiches hitting my back.

"Oi!" Mom snapped her fingers. "Fight on your own time. There are still more boxes we need to get."

"Why can't we just hire movers like everyone else?" Leyley questioned her.

"One, our funds are limited as it is. Two, what's wrong be useful for a change," retorted Mom as she furrowed her eyes at the curd of her loins. The curd she would have loved to have dumped in the medical waste heap. Before she could have added that Father should have worn a condom, I intervened.

"Ley, have a heart. Barely twenty-four hours and you wanna start a war," I said to her. "We're new here and we don't know the language. I think it would have been hard enough to tell people where to lead our stuff."

Plus, who would have the heart to explain to Mom, or anyone in that matter, the contents in the box that Leyley owns? It amazed me how much people could look at Ashley and believe that on the surface, she is a beautiful gem. If they only knew what moved her…or me for that matter.

"Tch! Whatever!" Leyley proceeded to walk downstairs as we headed to the driveway.

Dad was able to get this place for a steal. Wasn't sure of the details of how and why we got this place so cheap. Something about some girl named Junko from many decades ago was killed here by some teenage boys and blah, blah, blah. Either way, as long as I don't see any remnants, stains, or a ghost vowing for revenge, then I am good. What really worried me was the change for Leyley. And Mom for that matter. This wasn't exactly an exciting opportunity, let alone an awesome proposition for both of them.

Mom and Leyley's relationship has always been, well, for as obvious as it can be, pretty shit. Mom complains about Leyley, Leyley does the same and if I don't intervene every now and then they might kill one another. Huh, maybe one day I should…..nah I'd get too bored too fast. Might as well make the best of being in a new country, could try Sushi for the first time or maybe I'll just find a seven eleven and get a sandwich.

"So mom, how are we gonna get groceries when we can't even speak the language or know the money system." Leyley asked as she grabbed one of the boxes from our mom.

"Makes perfect sense why your grades were sinking in Japanese class," I retorted.

"Screw you, you ass!" Leyley responded, puffing her cheeks.

"That's the spirit," I responded. "Day one and already wanting to familiarize herself with the taboo."

"Typical projection, you spaz."

"Are you speaking to me or to the Gram when project to the audience your va—"

It was met with a box hitting my chest. "Quit antagonizing your sister." Mom said, showing no interest in my amusement. "Honestly, it's your quips and her bitching that is part of the reason why we're here in the first place."

"How in the hell is it my fault," asked Leyley. "How should I have known that bitch would have reported us to the police."

"Possessiveness, can't keep your hands to yourself, shall I say more," I quipped.

It was met with a slap to the back of my head. "Both of you guys, shut the hell up. Can a woman go at least one day without you two bickering and arguing. It's like I'm raising the Mansion children."

"Fucking like rabbits and cannibalism," interjected Leyley. Even that was worth laughing at.

Mom stomped her foot and took deep breaths. Judging by her demeanor, we needed to stop. It was only so much before Mom got a meltdown and when she did….

"C'mon, Leyley, let's go." I nudged her as we went back inside of the house.

The house itself had three bedrooms, two upstairs and one downstairs. No surprise that Leyley and I had our bedrooms upstairs. On the opposite ends but we do share a bathroom that is connected from our room. Mom and Dad's bedroom is downstairs. It didn't surprise me that Dad's stuff was parked where the living room was. You could say that our parents' relationship was, for a lack of a better word, unique.

Speaking of Dad, we haven't really had the opportunity to catch up with him. Of course, he left money and left notes to not wait for him. The only presence that he was here was the signature of the lease to the home and the faint scent of his cologne.

"Holy Esdeath. Maybe we should have hired movers," I said to myself as I put one of the last boxes of my stuff on the floor. The room itself was a bit tiny, but considering the height discrepancies and the familiarity of closeness with Japan, I learned that I needed to adjust. I was buying my time anyway. This was my third and final year of high school so….

It was a knock at the door. Turning my head, I saw that it was Mom.

"Look, if it was about the jokes I said earlier…."

She cut me off, put her finger to my lips. Judging by her expression, I could tell that something was troubling her.

"I'm going to the school tomorrow to speak with your new headmaster. He specifically wanted to talk about you two since you guys came with special 'recommendations,'" she said. She leaned next to the door. I could tell that she was itching for a cigarette. "You know that they are going to find out the previous incident that occurred at your last school and it wouldn't be surprising that a stern lecture would come."

She closed her eyes momentarily. I could tell she was trying to find the right words. "This isn't America. How we operate out there may not fly out here. All I am asking is that you two be on your best behavior." She touched her chest. "For me!"

"Mom, what happened back there…."

"We're not going to talk about it. What's done is done. Let's be thankful that no one is dead, thank God." Mom looked around to make sure that a certain prying sis wasn't paying attention. "You know how Leyley feels about you."

I was taken a bit off guard when she said those words.

"Possessiveness, can't keep your hands to yourself, shall I say more?"

"Leyley is…different. And she is really dedicated to you. And sometimes that possession can only be kept in a bottle so long," she said to me as she dropped her head. "You two are both my precious gifts, even if that one gift couldn't be canceled or repossessed…anyway…I hope that this school can maintain her…maintain her…"

"You fucking bitch. You're gonna pay for what you did."

"You're gonna die for what you did."

"She kept touching you and you kept touching her."

"I didn't think that cup had acid. I didn't think she would have gone blind. That fucking bitch!"

Even thinking about it rattled me. It actually made me want to sit down.

"School doesn't start until next week but your headmaster wants to test you two, especially Leyley," said Mom as she rubbed her shoulders. "I am hoping that this school could be just the place to discipline her…you two. Can't pretend that you don't have your moments."

"Mom, how can—-"

"What in the fuck did you do, Leyley?"

"She kept touching you. I-i-i-i-it should be me touching you. No one can touch you, feel you, kiss you, fuck you…only me!"

"Leyley!"

"You're mine, Andy!"

"You are not faultless either, Andrew," she said to me as she grabbed my hand. "In some form, you contribute to her madness."

"..."

"I really want this to be a fresh start. New country, new school, new opportunity, new us…." She grabbed my hands tighter. I could feel it shaking. "What we left behind in America, let it stay there." She then intertwined my hands. "This is another shot. We can be…we can…we can…."

"Normal," I interjected.

"Yes," she blurted out. It was then she let go of my hand.

"Don't tell Leyley that we had this conversation. What she also doesn't know is that when she does her tests, she would be getting accommodations for her 'proclivities.' I can tell you can handle your urges better than she does."

I know what you're implying. I just wish that you had the guts to say it.

"With this hero school and being around others, it could be great for her," she smiled. "And for you too."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"This new place. Dad's new job. How are you handling it?"

"Honestly Andrew I'm anxious. Your father won't be home as much, you two will be in school a lot more and I'll be at home concerned if Leyley snaps." Mom said as she was visibly shaking for mine and Leyley's wellbeing, "Just please Andrew promise me you and your sister will be on your best behavior and if you're sister tries to get intimate with you-"

"I know, Mom. Decline her offer and if she uses force. Run."

Mom nodded thankfully, hoping that the words she said really go to me. In a hasten breath, she changed her demeanor and put on a smile. "We still have a little more to do. Then after that, let's grab some dinner. Shall we go out or order take out?"

"Take out this time, Mom. I think I'm getting jet lag."

She chuckled as she pecked me on the cheek and made her exit. Even as I felt her lips brushing my cheek, the feeling itself was more than a familiarity.

An apple doesn't fall from the tree and the chicken always comes home to roost. When it comes to handling urges, the real question is — are you convincing me or yourself?

Dinner went without incident. Mom managed to find one English-speaking restaurant and we ordered pizza. Leyley declined, stating that she was on a diet and ate leftover salad from yesterday. For the sake of Mom, I ate a few slices to keep her spirits up. I was still thinking of the words she said about school. At the same time, she was speaking more about the future.

I've showered and got myself ready for bed. Leyley was right about the buttons in the bathroom. It really shouldn't be hard to do a simple flush or a simple turn-on, turn-off, but when you were in a different country, learning to adjust was the way, I guess.

I lay in bed and practiced my Japanese for a bit. Thankfully, the school we were going to did speak English but they really wanted you to take a stab at Japanese since it was their native language. I jested a bit on the word, stab. A bit macabre as blinding wasn't the only thing Leyley did that fateful day.

"How is it my fault my hands went stabby stabby stab? I can't always control my emotions."

It was getting late and orientation with the headmaster was going to be in the AM, so I decided to call it a night…or so I thought.

It was a knock at the door that disrupted my shut-eye. A genius wasn't needed, that it was the very girl Mom warned me about.

"C'mon in, Leyley."

The door opened and in came my sister. Still sporting her usual attire, black blouse and black jean shorts, she came in with a smile on her face.

"What's so funny?" I asked her.

"Nothing." She giggled.

She was lying. I could tell as she pressed the door back with her body and then locked the door, I knew something was stirring — literally and metaphorically.

"Going to bed so early, Andy?"

"Early?" I retorted. "It's eleven o'clock. We've got school in the morning. You should be in bed."

She blew a raspberry. "It's lonely in there. Can I sleep with you?"

"Leyley, you're old enough to purchase cigarettes in this country. I think you could sleep in your bed."

She puffed her cheeks. "What's the matter sleeping with each other? We did it when we were kids."

"You're right. We were kids." I knew her game. This wasn't her first time. The way she was prancing and rubbing her legs together, I knew what she was itching for. I could only assume that the toys she kept in her heavy box wasn't going to suffice her needs for the real thing.

"Leyley, Mom's downstairs…and plus, I think she wouldn't like seeing us like this…at least at night."

Leyley wasn't hearing it. She walked toward the bed. She wasted no time removing her shorts and her blouse, exposing her breasts and her panties as she climbed on top of me.

"What is it exactly Mom wouldn't like us doing?" She grinned devilishly. "She wouldn't like me…" She kissed my cheek. "Kissing your face." I felt my breath labored by the contact of her lips. "Or, she wouldn't like it when I…" She took hold of my hand, cupping her breast. "Touch my tits." She had this sinister look…already on day one. Not even a week in Japan and she already wanted to resume what I have been trying so hard not to crave either.

"Tell me Andrew, what is it that Mom doesn't want us to do?" She then took that same hand and slid it into her panties. "Can you feel the heat coming from the crack of my ass? My loins down there craves it too."

"Leyley…please…Mom."

"Fuck her…" She snapped as she reached for my shirt and pulled it up, exposing my chest. "Why is she worried about me when she needs to worry about herself? She needs to pay for the business that she minds. This is me and you!"

This was wrong. The promise I had made to Mom. But damn, if she didn't look this damn sexy. No, Andy. Stop this!

She began kissing my chest, withdrawing her tongue and licking each nipple. "God, do you taste good." She kissed it, tugging it with her teeth. She didn't stop there. She continued kissing me, creating a trail as she went down to my chest and to my stomach.

"Seems like your little friend wants to play as well. I just wish his father was honest." Leyley wasted no time in pulling down my pajama pants, exposing my boxers.

She planted her head where my dick resided, inhaling the manly scent that her loins craved. "You might be a boy to Mom, but I smell a man."

"Leyley."

"Itadakimasu!" She said as she stuck out her tongue. I became stunned when I felt her tongue licking against my phallus through my boxers. She continued to lick as my dick steadily rose.

"Love it when a soldier is a full mast," she commented as she pulled down my boxers, exposing my dick. I winced at the cool contact along with her hot breath hovering over it.

Like a sheath, she swallowed my sword whole. She began bobbing her head in an up-and-down motion. Resisting was futile and even if I did, I was afraid that Mom was going to find out.

She ran her finger through her hair as she continued sucking my dick. All the while, I felt my dick getting harder and harder.

She made a popping sound, smear of precum and public hair covering her lips.

"You're a thirst that could never be quenched."

"Leyley, I understand how you feel…"

She put her finger to her lips. "Don't speak. The only thing I want you to feel is what is going to be filled inside of me." She spread her panties, exposing her pussy. Sopping wet with a prickle of hair. It was no secret that she was tantalizing herself before coming to see me.

"And as for Mom…can I say why I didn't want the pizza."

I lost my breath. "What did you do?"

"Relax. Nothing that would kill her."

"I ate the same thing."

"Yeah…good thing you were drinking that soda too."

"Andrew I just wanted to say…fuck me!" mom shouted as she came into my room.

"Mom!" Leyley fell back, in shock to see her standing in the room.

"What the hell? How in the hell?" Leyley barked.

"Little girl, please. As if I was forgetful of your old tricks. A good thing I shared some of that same soda like Andy over here," retorted Mom as she pulled Leyley off me.

"What is not allowed, is not allowed."

"Oh so I can't fuck Andy but you ca–"

It was met with a slap. "First of all, don't backtalk me. Secondly, you shouldn't be fucking him to begin with, and you." She pointed at me. "Didn't I tell you to decline or at the very least run from her?"

"She pinned me down mom, what could I do?"

"Scream for help! That's it tomorrow both of you are getting bolts on your doors, Andrew inside your bedroom and Leyley outside yours until you can be trusted….likely never."

"You can't run my life forever, Mom." Leyley said as she stormed out of the room.

"Until you have a place with your name on the deed, you'll do as I say."

It was met with a slam of the door from down the hall. So much so that we could feel the vibration of the house shake.

"Go to the bathroom and wash up. No need for your sister's stink on you," said my mother. "To think I was very trusting of you, Andy."

"Mom, but…."

"Just go and shower. I'm really going to get padlocks if I can't trust you two alone," she said as she pointed at me to go to the bathroom. "Downstairs. I'll be sure to make arrangements to block that access to her room tomorrow."

I nodded in a self-defeating manner. Grabbing my toiletries and my clothes, I went downstairs.

I sat on Andy's bed. It was really more of a futon than a bed as I still needed to go to the furniture store to purchase another one. Here I was sitting in a new place that might as well be my new world, my new normal.

But what was normal to me? Normal cascaded to the depths of hell the moment I wedded the bastard that became my husband. I was young, dumb, naive…fourteen! I knew this would come back to bite me in the ass. I could hear my mother, grandmother, and other members of the coven laughing at my audacious mistake.

Yeah, Mom and Gram-Gram, you're right. Especially you, Gram-Gram, probably looking up to me from the fiery depths of hell laughing at me. You probably can't wait until the day I can hear the words from God to depart from his presence as I, too, along with normalcy cascade into hell.

What was normal? Certainly not my children. Certainly not my husband. I wouldn't think the taxpayers would approve of my husband's occupation. If anything, I would hide your little sister from him or unless you're one of those sick-o's that would allow it…for the right price, of course.

With my husband's line of work, it brings money. No one would ask questions. So it hurts others, but it could be good for others. Like my mother used to tell me, "a bit of childhood trauma builds character."

All I could think about was what Leyley was doing to Andy. I was thankful that the drug was so diluted that it didn't knock me out too much. Where did this obsession come from? Quit lying to yourself, Renee, you know damn well where this obsession comes from.

"An apple doesn't fall far from the tree," I said to myself as I could smell the lingering scent of Andy on the bed. My legs clenched painfully as I knew the urges were there. Leyley was right to call me out, but I will be damned that I would admit.

The thrum of desire that I, too, craved for my own son like the air I breathe. Even as I watched him go up and down those stairs, all I could do was allow myself to become soaked, though I wanted to spill my love juices over him. Like Leyley, I have a sickening desire to do nasty things to my own son, too.

I blamed my very first encounter when I was a teenager. He was the neighbor kid down the street. We were in his basement. We were playing records. He was a sweet kid, if not the sweetest kid that I've ever known. However, he wasn't interested in me…because he wasn't interested in girls at all.

For some reason, rejection or depravity really got to me. To want something but couldn't really touch my soul. In a sense, it really imprinted me with a fixed map of arousal — letting him know that I was going to take it, whether he wanted it or not.

I went to the bathroom and I called him inside. He wanted to know what was wrong and before he knew it, he was pushed to the floor. Everything at that point went into a whirlwind. I couldn't recall any sounds, either he screamed or shouted. I just knew he watched the ruins of my hyman as I rode on top of him on the bathroom floor.

As he spilled his seed inside of me, he shivered. For some reason, it felt so elating, so euphoric. I had only felt an elevating aliveness. Not only was it my first time, but a baptism to a new world.

I just knew that it flipped a switch in me. Whatever was forbidden and couldn't be touched, it shall be corrupted. Eventually I'd come to learn that I had a kink for dominating my partners and just the thrill of having complete control over another person's life, it just turned me on. Granted that jackass of a husband knows how I feel but refuses to be treated like a bitch under my heel anymore, he started growing a spine after Ashley was born.

"I'm sorry honey, but I'm not into being dominated and Andrew needs a strong confident male role model in his life. Not a little bitch for a father crossdressing for his wife because it gets her off."

Fucking asshole! I have needs but he won't fulfill them yet I have to fulfill his. Not to mention raise two kids, which one of them can't keep themselves from fucking the other, usually you'd hear parents protecting their daughters from their sons but I have to do the reverse cause she can't go a single day without him in her. When did it ever start?

We didn't even live in Alabama or one of those states where incest wasn't a surprise or legal for that matter. Ashley always felt safer around Andrew so at first I just chalked it up to sibling affection and left it at that, but when I caught them in the act one day it just made me realize we need to get that girl help and fast before I end up a grandmother to a baby with multiple health problems. Even now though Ashley and myself are not just the only one who's fucked up in this family, Andrew has become very cynical even more so since the incident.

Poor girl, she could have actually been a plus for his life but my loose-screwed daughter had to go and screw it all up because of her insane jealousy. Thankfully the girl isn't dead and her parents settled out of court believing that Leyley was mentally ill, one of the benefits of having a husband with talents. If it wasn't for that Leyley would definitely be serving time in a psych ward, not that it would stop her from getting to Andrew. Nothing would.

"Let's hope her feelings in this country fade away and she meets someone that hasn't come out of me or is related by blood." I say taking a breath while holding the bridge of my nose. I rise from Andrew's bed but not before taking in some of his scent.

Part of me wanted to believe that there was a remnant of innocence left in that boy, as if he was the fire that could purify the faults in our family. Part of me wanted to believe that. In my heart I wanted to, but in my soul the truth was as painful as I allowed that boy to penetrate through my hymen.

I imagined the fun it would be if I fought my inhibitions and went after Andrew. Perhaps even when he brought over Julia for one of their "study sessions." Look at me, even imagining one of those scenarios that he would read from one of those light novels. Could you blame me? A walking hypocrite who wants the best for her son, but dislikes the idea that another woman touching and kissing him.

I would have brought snacks to the room, making her feel welcome in our home. Poor interloper, knowing that it would be riddled with drugs that would take down an elephant. Andrew, too, would have the taste. I wouldn't want him to fight back or resist, knowing as we both don't need the stress. Wanting to squeeze his cock with my hand against the fabric of his pants and myself humping my pelvic bone against his leg — marking him, letting it be known to the girl in front of him that he belonged to me.

But I didn't have the heart to do so.

I closed the door and headed downstairs. I could hear the huff and puff of Ashley's frustrations behind the door. It didn't faze me as she would either have to get over or under it — her choice. If I couldn't indulge in the forbidden pleasure of tantalizing a younger boy, let alone my son, you wouldn't either.

Fighting the urge, I stayed in the living room and turned on the television. The cable man wouldn't be coming until the day after so the bunny ears on the television had to do until then. I was just channel surfing, flipping through the news, paid programming, anime, and nothing really suited my interest.

The only thing that was on my mind was that Andrew was in the shower — in my bathroom. God, did I envy that towel that touched him. The soap that was running down his body. I licked my lips as I rubbed against my crotch with my hand. It had been more than a year since their father and I had sex. Unless you want to call sex with him hunching over me with the smell of bourbon and cigarettes on his breath, the smell of another woman's perfume on the nape of his neck before spilling his seed inside me. Hell, even the seeds itself gave up on him as it was watery. Nowadays, vibrators and my hand did the trick, along with watching pornography or going to a strip club for a lap dance. In the end, so close but never enough.

Something had to give. A release was needed. I was a woman with needs. And if that bastard of a husband wanted to have fun, then so would I.

Knowing Andy, he would be in there for another few minutes. There was a program showing pretty boy J-pop idols with their dance moves. I used that opportunity to get myself off to them while imagining my son being in the center of that dance troupe and wanting to fill me with his wicked seed, all the while they too wanted to join in the festivities.

I got up a little after six in the morning without further incident. I wanted to make sure that Ashley was going to get into any further shenanigans. Periodically, I walked upstairs to check to be sure nothing further happened. She may be slick with sedation but one can't hide the sex in the air. Us Graves were very potent with the smell of our juices.

Plus, part of the night was spent masturbating. Andrew left a parting gift on the floor after he left the bathroom. I would be sure to wash his boxers when I got the chance.

"Ashley, Andrew. Time to get up," I told them as I walked upstairs to their rooms. It wasn't long before hearing Andrew opening the door, nodding as he greeted me with a friendly smile.

"Mom, it's after six. I thought we didn't have to be there until eight," he said.

"Still need time to eat breakfast and you know about your sister's slow self," I interjected.

"Hai," he said as he made his way downstairs.

I then made my way to Ashley's room. Knowing my indifference to her privacy, I went in and opened the door.

"Mom?!" She cried out. I walked in on her changing clothes. She was still in her bra and panties. Her new school uniform was neatly set on the futon.

"Just wanted to be sure that you're up," I responded. "Going to make breakfast. What are you in the mood for?"

"I don't know…maybe Eggs Benedict or father's favorite, Vienna sausages and grits?" She retorted, narrowing her eyes at me.

It was no secret that she was still upset about yesterday. Just like that pending lawsuit with Julia's parents, I paid it no mind.

"Still need to get groceries," I responded with a fake smile. "I'll fix some dry toast and tea. The tea is great for the nerves."

She rolled her eyes and turned around as she resumed getting dressed. I shrugged my shoulders as I turned around. I tried not to chuckle as I made my way out. So sweet that she was making a voodoo doll with a lock of my hair and full of pins.

Sweetness, my soul was corrupted many years ago.

About an hour later, the kids were dressed in their uniforms and I,too, was in my Sunday's best. I arranged a taxi to pick us up and we were on our way to UA High School.

As we made our way, a shiver went down my spine. At first, I thought it was stress, but deep down, I knew that it wasn't. I've felt this feeling a few times in my life…and of course in the end, it never went well.

I tried telling myself that this was going to be different. New country, new life, new beginning.

But in my heart, nothing was further from the truth.

To be continued….

BD: Hey, guys. I hope you have enjoyed the first chapter. This is the first story I have collabed with SexySinneress. It was a pleasure working with her and looking forward to seeing what kind of things we'll be cooking up together.

Sinneress: Yeah gonna be honest, I was a little nervous at first but I'm proud of this chapter and hopefully it becomes a success for us to do more collabs in the future. So BD, what shall our fans expect in the next chapter?

BD: Our fans know I don't reveal much until the right time comes. Heck, I am surprised that I still have fans with the amount of the incomplete stories I have. Here's hoping this won't become one of them. And to those who don't know SexySinneress, she is gifted with her works and new to the writing realm. She followed my works before she became part of the Greenshade collective. Most of the praise should go to her as this was her brainchild in the first place. I just fleshed it out and now, it's a reality.

Sinneress: BD! You're gonna make me blush, dang it thank you for the kind words and it's true I've enjoyed your work for a while and don't worry fans I'll make sure we get this story completed…..even though I myself have to complete some stories.

BD: As always, until next time. And remember, may God bless you for whatever you do and of course, team Greenshade!