※Oji-san, or Hey, that’s one freakish family!※
Credits: Moriyama Eiji for being a strong source of inspiration
Warnings: M (NC17) for sexual content
japanisms (translation at the bottom of the page)
2nd person narration
A/n: Moriyama Eiji looked like in this video in my mind when I was thinking about how he should look.
Won’t it be difficult to make a choice? It’s impossible to resist his charm, is it? Also, make sure you've read the first chapter before carrying on with this one
※Oji-san
Hey, that’s one freakish family!※
You kept up the tradition of meeting each other on a regular basis, bathroom becoming the usual place for make-out sessions before they grew into marvelous love-making in nii-san’s room, fortunately neither his nor yours parent suspected anything, so nights appeared safe and early in the morning you quietly left a sleeping guy, a small smile always decorating your lips. Nii-san seemed to give you enough care and tenderness, enough to feel good and satisfied.
But one afternoon destiny brought a surprise which changed the regular course of events, out of the blue, unexpected and sudden.
Tou-san's car came to a halt in the driveway and a tall excellently-dressed man emerged from the passenger seat. Too handsome, was your first thought, but despite the initial reaction, you kept staring at the newcomer. Not only did his face somewhat reminded you of Eva Longoria's, but also he has obviously chosen very unsuitable clothes - a silky blue long-sleeved shirt and matching pants - so he was apparently sweating for his skin looked shiny. Besides, he seemed a bit too smug with that come-on-you-know-I’m-hot gesture when he flipped back and adjusted his hair, as ideal as his outfit. That’s right, he was hot, so hot he will soon melt under this sizzling sun, you concluded before slightly bowing before him.
"ようこそ," mother greeted the man, adding into your ear, "This is your uncle"
So this was your oji-san, a most likely impudent and arrogant man who you’d have to show respect and for god knew how long - until he got bored with your family, perhaps. He presented you with an odd look you could not interpret, and entered the hall. Dinner was ready and during the repast, you discovered many facts, unnecessary as they proved, about the guest: that he was somebody’s youngest brother and somebody’s best friend and one of your closest relatives - the usage of superlative degree began to get at you in the end.
Uncle was not as bad as you had imagined, you actually could not deny his charm so maybe his visit will not be truly bothersome. Oji-san behaved in a strange way at the table, that made you extremely uncomfortable and you supposed you were the only one feeling that embarrassed since you happened to be sitting right across from him, all the while getting under his attentive eye. Once catching your eyes, he held the gaze and again, it was you who was the first to blink as though there was something wrong, for in the deep brown there was something more than mere curiosity about a new-found niece - probably, teasing. It seemed too daring of you to think about such things! The rest of the luxurious dinner was devoted to never-ceasing talking, mother and father barely let the relative time to put food in his mouth, quite sensual, as you managed to notice. Anytime he raised an eyebrow, the right one, everyone could hear an audible swallow, which you failed to hold in, having to make a fool of yourself. Afterwards, you just stopped eating confining yourself to drinking water, blushing violently, hiding your eyes. The others coped with forks and knives pretty well, traditional hashi replaced with more popular utensils due to a special occasion. Oji-san, in his gentleman’s manners, looked elegant, long thin fingers managing metal tools brilliantly. Nii-san, seated to the left of you, on the other hand, was not that familiar with modern things.
“When Eiji-san is done, you can go show him his room,” kaa-san suggested pouring the tea, green water hot, fragrant; though you winced,
“いいえ!” it sounded especially sharp. “N… Nii-san wants to do it instead.”
Try as you might, you failed to conceal nervousness, luckily brother gave a helping hand,
“Why not?” a surprised look on his face, but it was no time for explanations.
Uncle’s expression appeared far less pleased as you found him all but glaring at you, a kind of challenge in those sparkling eyes, upon registering which a lump rolled up to your throat. The dinner, pure torment as it was, finished, and you ascended the stairs confused, like after running a thirty-kilometer marathon. A single thought kept bugging you - ‘there’s something wrong with me when I look at him.’ Then there came different musings: oji-san’s first appearance at your house, a bow and a mocking smile, trendy clothes and the way his hair was styled, but above all else, his eyes, they continued to pierce through you even when you closed yours. The family thought him charming.
It was near twelve, the usual hour for meetings with brother, but it was Sunday, and you didn’t have to go to your secret spot. You stood before the mirror studying yourself. This time you could clearly imagine another figure behind you, tall and lean and very handsome, with thick dark hair arranged in locks, soft to the touch and pleasant to the smell, his palms on your shivering shoulders and yet-perceptible breathing against your ear as he bent down to whisper something…
Silently, as though crawling, you walk along the dim passage, heading for the bathroom with no special intention, no squeal, no creak, its deadly still. Daydreams fade away, mind sober yet somewhat tired and after a deep sigh - a turn of the doorknob - and you are inside the bathroom. It has recently become a certain shelter for you; you light up little candles, as a tradition.
“A perfect rendezvous spot, isn’t it?” startles you the voice.
One quick turn - here's none other than your uncle, in the darkness his form seems intimidating, candlelight that would play on nii-san friendly, now creates ghostly patterns on his face. There’s no peril, however, the man confirms it with a smile.
“Just came for a shower, it's terribly hot in my bedroom.”
“嘘つき”, you snort to yourself aware of the true reason for his coming here, creeping upon is no big deal to recognize. It can be dangerous to stay here any longer, though.
“I have some red wine in my room,” he steps closer so that you have to raise your eyes - a glitter twinkles in his black orbs, you feel you’re becoming weak in the knees. Will he touch you? What are these types of men like? A stronghold to conquer or is he simply waiting for agreement? All in fuss again, like then, before the mirror in your room. Will it be a mistake? Does he imply more than a glass of alcohol? What about nii-san? Still, defeated, you set for oji-san’s bedroom after blowing out the candles. You won’t do anything to regret about.
A carefully filled wine glass goes to your hand, red liquid is a wonderful bouquet of herbs blended in ideal proportion thus giving the wine its rich taste, you feel it as soon as its first drops get onto your tongue. In the gloom oji-san’s features are vague, as if enveloped in fog, and only the moonlight glinting off the surface of the transparent glass let you trace the movements of his hand.
Little by little, your mind is getting misty and a watery haze is spreading around the room while enjoyable glow fills you inside and next moment you find yourself lying on the bed, warmth rising from your half-covered knee up to the shoulder... or is it his hand that feels that soft? Not fully aware of your actions, you mirror what he does, drawing lines upwards along his side, reaching the upper shirt's button, undoing it afterwards, going on with the next one until he finally removes the silk garment to expose his chest, shiny as it seems in the mysterious pale light. And then, submitting to desires only, you begin to paint fanciful designs on the taut torso, touching the small knobs of the nipples, knowing his breathing's sped up as the sweet lips part and eyelashes flutter. Having got used to the dark, you are able to distinguish all the stunning beauty of a well-shaped body that allows to be caressed while you wonder if he is going to please you in the same way. A moment later the man turns and reaches out for your face, elegant fingers delicately stroking your cheeks and chin, going lower to proceed with the neck before he moves forward, bodies mere centimeters from each other. Your closed eyes as a sign for him to go on. In these touches - no hint of passion or lust, it is as if he is being pry, interested in how your skin feels, not even daring to take his eyes off yours. It is puzzling how patient the man can be. You let out a quiet moan as his lips ghost yours, hot breathing like flames, unconsciously your right hand lifts to caress his hair, which is as soft as you'd thought but the same burning breathing denies focusing on anything but it, swallow by swallow, throat dry nonetheless. You give up before these velvet lips of his cover yours, offering enough moist to your mouth, it feels like you're about to burst with delight, body screaming for more, shiver never ceasing - the need he must be aware of, as he shifts to lie on top of you. Tongue tango continues, gentleness turning into roughness, leisure into increased speed. Altering between slightest contact and harder pressing, you are being satisfied, amazingly, happy to experience unforgettable pleasure although not to the full extent. Even dizzy, you know whom your heart belongs to.
Minutes of delight, marked by a digital clock, show the treacherous 1:23, it will never stop, this damn clock, not even on nights like this, thus bringing the hateful sunrise hour with the first rays. Time is like a handful of sand, the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers. Painfully slow, he breaks the kiss, like a vampire unwilling to pull his teeth out of a victim's neck, a thin trail of saliva connecting two mouths. His questioning look strikes you - he'd go further if permitted, the prospect of betrayal of a certain somebody doesn't seem right to you, though.
“Just one kiss,” your refusal is obvious.
He leans backward upon figuring out and then goes off of you, wine glass in his hand, the beverage being the only salvation from a bad turn-on, red wine will dull the pain in the lower stomach and with this idea on your mind you spill several drops of dark-red fluid onto the other's chest, painting with it like an artist with the main instrument of a brush, but then again, it hardly unwinds you both. Droplets dried, he turns to one side to probably thank you whereas you wonder why your yukata is still on, you supposed he'd rip it off long ago.
Hours pass, light contact, sincere smiles with no dialog whatsoever, it is no night of love and you're glad to realise you've kept the promise of 'just one kiss'.
When a bright golden-orange disc of the sun peeks through the window, you get up, nursing a hope that brother has not acted as spy peeping through the key hole. Without so much as a kiss or a hug you leave the place after glancing at oji-san who is not asleep, breathing measured, he is watching you from the bed, looking as perfect as always, not a mark of tiredness despite a sleepless night, an ever-present sparkle in the eyes.
“I’ll come to shower again tonight. Be there at twelve,” he adds instead of goodbye.
You crinkle your nose - luckily, he cannot see the grimace on your face with your back turned to him, and you are already at the doorway. Craps, how are you supposed to meet with two men at once tonight? It’s Monday and you are having a usual bathroom date with nii-san. And uncle is going to come here too!
“Hey, that's one freakish family! I wonder what other relatives they're going to bring here! No-no, my new family members are too sexy,” you ponder after closing your room's door and slipping down on the floor to lean against it. “Two kinsmen are already enough. I won't bear another one, no matter how hot he is.”
Japanese phrases translation:
ようこそ welcome
いいえ! no!
嘘つき liar