PART 12
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Mairu Orihara knew what it felt like to fall in love.
She was about 8 at the time, during the last year Izaya still lived with her and Kururi. It was night, although the house was always dark, since effectively three people who lived through electronics and media. The world was piped in through TV and computers and games; and the glut of products from those pursuits clotted in stacks around the arteries of the house and gathered in larger piles in the rooms. The hallway to Izaya’s room in particular was stacked on both sides with books-the heavy kind that Mairu and Kururi would have to lift together and puzzle over the big words in to understand when they were younger. While Kururi used to puzzle over the words, Mairu would quickly grow and tore out pages to fashion paper airplanes. Izaya never cared: he wouldn’t put anything outside of his room that he wasn’t okay with being destroyed by rambunctious little sisters.
Those stacks of books were what Mairu crawled through that fateful night, drawn to the flickering light flashing out from under Izaya’s door. The twins were supposed to be asleep but she was restless. So after playing around in the bathroom for a while, she noticed that Izaya’s TV was still on, which was not normal. It gave her a good excuse to go bother her brother.
Izaya’s door was locked to keep out unwanted sisters. Good thing Mairu had learned to pick the lock long ago. Hairpins could open any door. She and Kururi wanted to find his key and make a copy for themselves, since that would be a bigger violation of their brother’s privacy, but he was too good at hiding it.
She twisted the doorknob slowly, then pushed the door in. No resistance, no traps, no motion inside. Confident, she skooched on her belly into the room.
Izaya lay passed out on the bed. The pale flickering light of the TV illuminated dark patches on his slack face and casually exposed arm. The particular patterns and sizes looked like bruises and scrapes. There was even a bit of blood by his mouth. Mairu knew Izaya often got in a lot of trouble because he was a bad person, so he’d probably been attacked by someone he pissed off.
As interesting as his injuries were, she cared little for her brother’s well being, and even if she had, all other thoughts washed away once the TV caught her attention.
Love at first sight was the only way to describe the feeling, a deep and vast emotional connection to the imagery. The feeling was so powerful, her breath caught in her chest and she lay riveted to the spot. Nothing had ever been this vibrant in the entire world.
On screen, the luscious world of lesbian pornography unfolded. There were two women, the camera focused so close on their shiny bodies that they were reduced to torsos and glistening pussies, each of which were filled with the other woman’s pumping fingers. Mairu had seen grown women’s breasts before, but the withered and oddly-jutting real-world boobs at the public baths might as well have belonged to a different species compared to the overflowing bounty of these ample chests pressed against each other.
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Transfixed was the only word to describe her state for the next thirty minutes. Only when the screen eventually went blank did awareness of her surroundings come back to her.
She looked back at Izaya, but he lay as dead asleep as before. The blue light gently played across his beaten face. Mairu stared at him nearly unseeing, images of sex behind her eyes. She leaned against the bed, testing her luck, hoping that Izaya would wake up to be in this momentous moment with her.
He didn’t, of course. That was just like Iza-nii, always disappointing and unavailable. As she replayed the DVD, she laid her head against the bed, so close to his, and cherished his presence along with the warm feeling in her chest.
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Showing Kururi what she’d seen was of the utmost importance.
After Izaya left for school, the twins snuck back into the house. But the DVD was nowhere to be found!
“Stupid Iza-nii, “ Mairu pouted. “Why did he take it away?”
“He noticed you?” Kururi asked.
“No way, he was konked out like a dead person,” Mairu said. “He probably wants to sell it to somebody. It was really amazing! The best thing ever!”
“More?” Kururi asked.
“You think there are more DVDs like that?” It hadn’t dawned on Mairu that there might be more DVDs with the same or similar content. That seemed way too good to be true. Anyway, they’d combed through Izaya’s DVDs before and there was nothing like that, so even if there were other magical DVDs, there were none in the house. So they had to suspend their search.
After school, which they went to only because there was nothing else to do, Mairu impatiently waited for Izaya to come home. The twins never knew when he was going to come home, so they were in the custom of making dinner for themselves. Neither was a chef prodigy, so tonight like most nights, it was leftover curry. They’d already cleaned the dishes by the time they heard a key in the front door lock.
When Izaya limped in the door, Mairu and Kururi rushed him in the hall.
“Iza-nii, buy me a DVD like you had last night!” Mairu shouted.
Izaya blanched, his already drained features turning powder white.
“Kururi needs to see the naked ladies!” Mairu insisted. “Pleeeeeeease!”
“Oh my, my sisters are precocious,” Izaya finally sighed, as he took off his shoes. The twins looked at him with pleading eyes.
“You know, Mairu and Kururi, pornography doesn’t just come on DVDs,” Izaya chided, his earlier embarrassment replaced with typical condescension.
Mairu’s heart leapt. “There’s a word for it?!” That was so awesome. “Pornography!”
“Yes, pornography,” Izaya explained. “The human act of procreation captured in media for entertainment and erotic purposes.”
“Erotic,” Kururi echoed.
“As I said, it’s not just on DVDs,” Izaya continued as he went into the kitchen. He ignored the curry and microwaved a single croquette. He must have been ravenous from his injuries; the twins rarely saw him eat. “Pornography is produced in many forms for a variety of consumption styles. There are DVDs, online video clips, prose books, image collections, magazines, manga-and most of it is available at the convenience store.”
Mairu was practically sweating with excitement, and pressed up against her brother as he sat down at their table to divide up his croquette with his chopsticks.
“Iza-nii, buy me pornography! C’mon!”
Annoyed, Izaya tried to shake her off. But Kururi joined in, tugging at his sleeve. They were persistent enough that he dug into his wallet and produced a 1000 yen note. The girls shut up as he presented it.
“Go buy whatever porn you like,” he smirked. “They’ll sell it to you. They’ll never believe you’re getting it for yourself.”
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Those girls are really something xD
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“Yay,” added Kururi.
Iza-nii didn’t tell them where to find the pornography at the convenience store, but the sisters were good at finding things. They went to the magazine section, and to where magazines with improper panty shots leapt out, asking to be bought. But manga wasn’t what Mairu came for. She wanted a movie.
“DVD,” Kururi pointed at a magazine that contained a DVD. The combo pack was was shrink-wrapped, but Mairu sliced open the package with her fingernail. The DVD had a naked woman on it, mosaics over her crotch. The combo was exactly 1000 yen.
When they bought it, they said it was for their big brother.
Soon as they got home, the twins pestered Iza-nii to join them watching it.
“Watch it with us, Iza-nii,” Mairu whined.
“You can watch it on your own, Izaya said, annoyed.
“You’re already on the couch cuz you’re hurt cuz somebody beat you up so just watch it with us already.”
Izaya winced, just the reaction Mairu wanted. Kururi sealed the deal though, by going and sitting in Izaya’s lap. Mairu grabbed Kururi’s hand and plopped down next to them. Izaya sighed and started looking at his phone. Mairu didn’t care if he wasn't paying attention. They were all going to watch something mind-blowing together!
The DVD started and it was just a woman in a skimpy outfit posing and gyrating for the camera. That went on for a while, and Mairu started to get nervous. This really wasn’t like the other DVD at all.
Still, Kururi was squeezing her hand and it was getting sweaty where their hands linked, so it wasn’t entirely bad.
The show continued. The woman stripped, and then a man whose face was always hidden got in bed with her and put his penis in her. This part was more interesting and more like what she remembered, but it didn’t have the same spark as watching the two ethereal women. And mosaics blurred out the important parts. After the sex ended, the scene faded to black.
“That wasn’t pornography!” Mairu blurted.
Izaya looked down at his sister, amused. “Oh? Why not?”
“Not erotic,” Kururi interjected.
“How do you know what erotic is? You’re too young to have a sex drive,” Izaya snorted. “Or do you? Did you feel something tingling in your body? Or maybe you imagined something you never thought of before? Tell me, what was it like to see pornography for the first time?”
Mairu cut in, because she had an opinion and was greatly personally invested. “I felt something when I saw the DVD that YOU had, Iza-nii! But this was boring.”
“So then,” Izaya said, lifting Kururi up and setting her down next to her sister. “Did you both learn something? Not all pornography is good, moreover, the taste of the consumer is paramount to the enjoyment of the product. Look around on the internet if you really want to understand what you like. Exposure is the only way to hone your sensibilities. Now excuse me, I have some work to do.”
Mairu thought Izaya was being dismissive. But the next day, he actually did something nice (it was undoubtedly in his own self-interest of watching human reactions) and brought home that first DVD. He left the room to the elated twins, only stopping outside the door to watch their reactions from time to time, saying nothing.
Mairu and Kururi watched the magical DVD, happily transfixed.
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For the next few years, the youngest Orihara collected every scrap of pornography she could get her hands on. The way some kids might collect action figures or glass unicorns or other trinkets, she hoarded dirty magazines, filthy DVDs, indecent games and whatever she could get her hands on. It was her hobby, her passion.
She bothered Izaya about it a lot, sending him texts to ask his opinion about this video clip, or that photo book. He moved out when they were only 9, so his phone was the only way to reach him on these crucial matters. He rarely responded, but he didn’t respond to most of their texts anyway so that was normal.
For all its vigor, Mairu’s obsession was platonic at first. It wasn’t until years later, when puberty hit, that pornography even actually did anything for her sexually.
The game changed one day while she was watching a new DVD, and her hand had drifted to press against her crotch. She ground against her clothed genitals, feeling new sensations. The fabric of her underwear clung to that hot part of her groin in a way that really piqued her interest. She humped her hand more, getting more forceful until orgasm splashed across her brain and raced through her body.
She fell onto her back, completely wiped out. Kururi, who had watched the whole thing, came over and sniffed the peculiar odor of her sister’s crotch.
Overwhelmed with just realizing her life’s purpose was to be the pursuit of erotic pleasure, Mairu could barely spare the thought or energy to lift her hand and run it through her sister’s hair encouragingly. But she did. Including Kururi was always important.
Kururi mouthed Mairu’s wet underwear, nuzzling against the hot flesh separated from her face by a thin sheath of underwear. Her hair brushed against her sister’s thighs, the sensation tickling but Mairu still too overwhelmed to respond.
Kururi put a hand down her own underwear, touching herself in mimicked motion learned from years of porn. She came face-first in Mairu’s crotch.
A golden age of adolescent hormone-driven lust had begun.
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The Orihara sisters had special details to work out when it came to puberty.
Puberty was building them adult bodies, but there was just one problem-their genetics were the same. Without active manipulation, they’d look the same. But their life philosophy dictated they be complimentary opposites.
Some tinkering was called for to split sexual traits evenly.
Mairu became the lewd, forward one and Kururi the shy, embarrassed one. They didn’t have to discuss who got what-Mairu had first dibs on sexy stuff having seen porn first. Secretly she knew Kururi was envious-left to her own devices, Kururi would be the more forward and perverted one.
They assigned each other opposing adult costumes: the most fetishistic wear they could sport on a daily basis was sailor suit and gym clothes, so they went with that. Kururi’s butt looked great popping out the bottom of the gym shorts, so Mairu didn’t complain that she was stuck with the less revealing sailor suit.
Next came assigning each other physical traits to encompass the opposite poles of porn actresses. AV stars tended to either be busty or to have flat, childlike breasts. Kururi was selected to be busty and curvy, another concession for Mairu being the perverted one.
Mairu began to wear tight bras all the time, and they bought Kururi big bras to fill with padding. Kururi started working out her pectoral muscles to build mass. Beyond that they modified their diet-Kururi ate estrogen rich and fatty foods and Mairu avoided them. With Izaya sending them a monthly allowance, in addition to their parent’s support, it was possible to maintain two specific and exclusive diets.
But Mairu knew, because she touched Kururi’s boobs every day, that their homegrown boob program wasn’t aggressive enough.
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“Some guy would have to put his thing in here,” Mairu said, pressing two fingers against the cleft of Kururi’s panties. The older girl jerked away from the touch, so Mairu aggressively curled her fingers until wetness seeped against her fingertips. Knowing that she’d only gotten a poor response because Kururi liked to be fucked not teased, with her other hand, Mairu squeezed Kururi’s tits.
“Wouldn’t you like that, Kuru-nee?” Mairu prattled on while turning her sister on nearly effortlessly. “Feel something big and manly inside you. And then he’d come and release all his sperm. I might be a little jealous-“ she twisted Kururi’s already reddened and sensitive nipple-“but you could always get rid of the baby after your boobs got bigger.”
Kururi was panting, not paying attention to Mairu’s words at all. Inside her was slick and welcoming, her walls gripping with attentiveness around Mairu’s fingers. She was filled just the right amount, everything at good angles. Mairu just had to flick her thumb over the head of her sister’s clitoris to make her come.
While Kururi climaxed with a little moan and came down from her orgasm, Mairu fingered herself. She was the impatient sort, and perfectly capable of getting herself off, so she figured to do just that. Her body was already warm and eager. The angle she penetrated herself with was perfect and she came in under a minute--but she felt literally within her space to go farther.
Kururi’s hand grazed across her sister's overheated sex and dipped inside to feel the wetness. Mairu twitched, but nothing was coming from her oversensitive and swollen pussy. But Kururi kept touching. Normally her sister was a bit standoffish whereas Mairu herself was clingy. Those were the roles they’d assigned to each other. It was nice when the lines blurred like they did at the moment. No one had to know, even though maintaining their given identities was the most important thing.
“I want a man,” Kururi whispered.
“Yes,” Mairu said. “Tomorrow let’s find a man to take home and debauch!”
Kururi nodded.
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“I can’t help it, my heart is reserved for Yuhei,” Mairu lied. Well, only sort-of lied. “No other boy will be as good. What are we going to do?”
“Ask Iza-nii,” Kururi suggested.
Memories of that magical night, THE night, flooded Mairu with a warm, nostalgic feeling. She didn’t really think much of Izaya as a man, but he offered certain safeguards that would bypass her other insecurities. “Uh-huh,” she agreed.
She called him right up and left a message.
“Iza-nii, we want you to have sex with us,” Mairu said into the recorder. “Call us soon! Bye!”
As always, Izaya didn’t respond. The girls walked around the streets of Ikebukuro, hoping to run into him as they sometimes did. As they traipsed around, suddenly they saw Shizuo Heiwajima leaning against a park bench.
“Shizu-nii!” called Mairu to Izaya’s enemy, tromping over. He was relaxed, meaning Izaya hadn’t been around Ikebukuro. That in itself was valuable information.
Shizuo was tall and imposing, very manly with the cigarette and formal bartender uniform. Kururi and Mairu glanced at each other. He was a potential target. They had discussed him before, if by discussed, you meant stared at pictures of him, wondered why their brother was so obsessed with him and imagined him with darker hair. He’d be extremely hot if only his hair was darker, little longer and smoother, and if he was a little less tall and lanky.
But he was their brother’s, and so that made him appealing.
“Kururi. Mairu,” Shizuo said. “You lookin’ for Izaya?”
They glomped his arms, putting on their best cute act while also scoping out the feel of his muscled arms. Mairu gave him a 7 out of 10. Kururi didn’t seem that into him, though. That was too bad because Shizuo probably had a monster dong. She glanced at his pants, but they were very concealing.
“That’s right,” Mairu said. “He’s not answering his phone and we need to talk to him about something.”
Shizuo tsked and made a sour face. What Izaya must like about Shizuo, Mairu mused, was his over-the-top and easy to read reactions. Shizuo was clearly pissed at Izaya’s callousness toward his sisters.
“I’ll call him,” Shizuo said. “It’s important right?”
“Yes,” Kururi said, squeezing his arm between her breasts.
Seemingly oblivious to the lewd gesture, Shizuo dialed a number. No one seemed to pick up, then as soon as Shizuo closed his phone, it rang.
“Who is it?” Shizuo gruffed.
“How rude, Shizu-chan, you called me,” Izaya’s flippant tone purred high-pitched through the phone’s speaker. “Or did you butt dial me while flipping a bus of school children?”
“Shut up, flea. I don’t want to talk to you. You sisters are looking for you.”
“I don’t want to talk to them. I don’t know how to deal with them.”
“They’re right here, so figure it out.” Shizuo said, passing the phone to Mairu.
“Iza-niiiii!” Mairu exclaimed, delighted to be speaking to their target. “Come home! I’ll throw away all your old DVDs if you don’t.”
“I’ve memorized everything valuable from any books or DVDs left at home,” Izaya said. “You can put them in a bonfire if you wish. It might even be interesting.”
“We have new discs from your office,” Mairu said. She hadn’t wanted to play that card, considering how hard-won those files were to attain, but this was worth it.
“That wasn’t very good of you, but I do have digital file backups,” Izaya chided.
Kururi mouthed something to Mairu. “Shizuo’s coming over to eat dinner!” Mairu repeated.
The line went silent for a moment. Then, “Is he now? Then I better supervise to see that our resident monster doesn’t harm my terrible little sisters.”
“What’d he say?” Shizuo grumbled.
“Yep, he’s coming over," Mairu said to her brother, "so you better be there to defend our honor, you hear that?”
“Yes, yes,” Izaya sighed, and hung up.
Goal achieved, the girls released Shizuo and bounded off.
“We hope you kill our brother some day!” Mairu shouted cheerfully.
“Huh? Yeah…” Shizuo said, bewildered.
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“So you want to have sex that badly?” Izaya sighed.
“Yes, Iza-nii, it has to be you. We’re not ready to be with the man of our dreams yet,” Mairu said. She didn't really want to explain everything, but she supposed they had to be civil at least to get what they wanted.
“You’re too young to know your dreams,” Izaya countered. “Although I suppose I knew mine at your age. Anyway, seeing as how you were going to lure in stupid, gullible Shizu-chan if I refused, you didn’t leave me with much choice.”
“We just want to know what it feels like,” Mairu said, “to be with a man. So we can hold out for Yuhei.”
“Teach us,” Kururi insisted.
“Yeah, we know you’re gay but we’re your sisters. You have to,” Mairu insisted.
Izaya pouted, “I’m as open in my sexuality as you, Mairu. Contrary to whatever you think, I do not lean one way or the other when it comes to my love of humans. Surely you understand that because you feel the same way.”
“I don’t really care,” Mairu said with a smile.
Having removed his shoes and jacket, there was nothing left of preamble, and negotiations had been finalized the moment he agreed to come home. There was nothing left but the deed to be done. Izaya walked up the stairs, Mairu and Kururi following directly behind. In front of their bedroom, he gestured. “In here?” Although Kururi went in, Mairu shook her head. “In your room, Iza-nii.”
His room remained much the same as when he’d left, with the addition of some extra stacks of porn that Mairu had grown bored with and chucked there for storage.
Izaya looked over his old room and grazed a hand over the spare contents of his closet. Mairu knew every piece contained within, from the high school uniforms to the slinky black dresses. She cheerfully interrupted his meditation.
“Don’t even think about putting the uniform on,” she said. “We don’t want to be with a boy, we want to be with a man. And don’t wear a dress either. Both me and Kururi look better in a skirt than you do so we don’t need that.”
Izaya shot her a cold look. “Perhaps compared to when I was in high school, but I think you’d find I make a much prettier woman now.”
The thought of being with a full-grown woman intrigued and aroused Mairu. She’d fantasized many times about full breasts pillowing around her fingers, and the thick, strong thighs that only adult women had. She gave her skinny brother a quick once-over. “You’re not my type!” she stuck her tongue out.
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Mairu’s breath hitched in her throat. Before she could utter a response, which was dreadfully not forthwithcoming, Izaya locked lips with her. He pressed his body firmly around hers, arms binding across her back and squeezing her shoulders. Her head tilted back with the insistence of his kiss, and she struggled to maintain her balance.
The kiss itself was sensual in a deep, compelling way. She realized she had expected Izaya’s lips to be like Kururi’s, since they were related and decently similar in appearance. But her brother’s lips were stronger, only soft when he wanted them to be, and his mouth was larger.
In other words, everything about the way this was going so far was the sort of exotic and physically overwhelming experience she expected with a man.
As if feeling her calm down, Izaya relinquished the fierce hold he had on his sister, and rested his hands on her hips. They felt hot and sinfully controlling, particularly as they pushed up inside her hoodie to caress her sides.
Mairu mewled a little into Izaya’s mouth. He responded by invading with his tongue, melting her further.
Suddenly he pulled away-Kururi was tugging on his sleeve.
“Me too,” she said.
“Of course,” Izaya complied.
Mairu blinked her eyes to watch. Izaya’s hands were still nestled around her, but his long pale neck swiveled to kiss Kururi. As concentrated as she was on her own pleasure, nothing could have distracted her from watching Kururi’s first kiss (with someone other than her). At first, Izaya was chaste, simply smacking her on the lips. But each kiss grew longer, and messier. Soon Kururi’s lips glistened with saliva from Izaya’s intense kissing. Izaya’s lips, though less interesting to look at for Mairu, were kind of pretty and pink, even with the curl of amusement marring their corners.
Then, suddenly, Mairu was falling, bouncing against the bedsheets. Izaya had pushed her down! And he followed immediately after, caging her against the bed with his body. With a swift motion, he ground against his sister. To be clear, Izaya was slender but quite strong and had the advantageous position. And although his lean body wasn’t really doing it for her, the tent in his jeans grinding between her legs really, really was.
Letting the pressure of his groin against hers do its work, he returned to kissing Mairu. Long deep kisses this time, forcing his tongue to caress the deep recesses of her mouth while giving her little room to reciprocate.
Pinned to the bed by the weight of her older brother, the heat of Mairu’s crotch grew unbearable. The need to feel something inside her ached, and all the little frictions Izaya was causing across her whole body coalesced in a pronounce need in her cunt. If she pretended, she could imagine they were fucking right then-and she did pretend because her brain was fixated on nothing else.
She squeezed his narrow hips between her thighs, drawing him even closer and giving herself more leverage to grind against his erection.
He was going to be in her so soon. But she already felt like coming.
Sensing how close she was, Izaya ground the fabric of his fly directly against her clit. Mairu gasped as she suddenly came, her brain being washed away by waves of white hot ecstasy. Her cunt throbbed with pleasure and she dug her fingers into her brother’s back. Mairu panted, her body still jolting with erotic electricity long after the initial peak.
Too soon, Izaya withdrew. Without the noticeable erection his pants, one might not know he’d just been getting hot and heavy with his sister, the way he casually sat back.
“What are you doing, Iza-nii?” Kururi asked. She stood by the bed, watching it all.
“Surely you don’t expect me to do everything,” Izaya said smugly.
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