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When there’s a celebration that brings together all of his teammates’ families, Atsumu makes a very wise, possibly ironic, probably never-been-thought-of-before conclusion: some genetics are incredibly strong .
The MSBY Black Jackals certainly are a pretty bunch and, this time, Atsumu isn’t referencing himself.
Atsumu is watching Kiyoomi be smothered by two tall, pretty people who have made it very known to all who are inside of Onigiri Miya that they are the older Sakusa siblings. Just like Kiyoomi, they have stunning, black hair and a unique dotting of beauty marks. Their features are sharp and fine. Their eyes are big and reflective of whatever emotion they are feeling. If Kiyoomi’s brother and sister weren’t smiling, they might just become even more eerily similar to each other.
At the other side of the restaurant stood their captain, surrounded by his mother and a short boy who might be his younger brother. Atsumu could only make that assumption because the boy looks just like Shugo and his mother. With the headband his mother wore, effectively slicking back her hair, Shugo looks like he could’ve been a clone of her. They smile and laugh together. The two of them would have been nearly indistinguishable from each other if the captain didn’t dwarf his mother in height.
The Bokuto family is also an odd bunch. Atsumu wasn’t surprised to learn Koutarou had been a little brother, yet as he watches the two sisters tease their brother, it’s clear that the Jackals’ resident owl is a big subject of their affections. They dote on the muscular athlete, pushing him around as playfully as possible. It looks like a parliament of owls when they all look in the same direction in unison, three pairs of identical eyes blown wide with curiosity. In the same way, they have so much energy and emotion. Atsumu can feel it from where he sits.
Before he can assess the Inunaki family in one of the corners, Atsumu is tapped on the shoulder from behind the bar he is leant against.
“Hey, ‘Samu,” he starts before he even begins to rotate in the stool to look at his own sibling, “did’ja know that they all resemble who they brought along?”
When Atsumu completely turns, he sees Osamu looking at him with a deadpan expression. It’s one that ultimately reads as I can’t believe you just asked me that . Unfortunately for Atsumu, he’s familiar with that one.
“They are blood-related families, you dope. Chances are, there’s gonna be some semblance. It isn’t a groundbreaking discovery.”
Despite the familiar, weak bite of those words, Osamu is sliding a beer close to Atsumu in a gesture of kindness (and hope that Atsumu wouldn’t hurt his head too much with more of those absolutely astonishing thoughts if he’s a touch buzzed).
Onigiri Miya had closed early for the day, reserving the building for the much-anticipated get-together where families were invited. Some Jackals left the country to see family while others, mostly the ones with families in Japan, stayed back and looked forward to hanging out in the restaurant for a few hours. Atsumu actually forgot about the event and he was originally surprised to see a bunch of familiar-looking faces that weren’t his teammates’. Osamu hit him with the Have you gotten hit in the head one too many times? when Atsumu mentioned that he didn’t know why everyone was gathered around the region’s favorite onigiri shop.
Atsumu grabs the neck of the beer bottle and puts the rim to his lips. “But they look really similar. Isn’t that freaky?”
“You and I look the most similar here, ‘Tsumu. If anything, you’re freaky.”
“That makes you freaky too! You’re my twin!”
The conversation topic sort of dies down for now. Osamu is quick to introduce a new subject to save both of them from Atsumu’s deep-dive into familial genetics that he clearly doesn’t understand too well. Instead of talking about how Kiyoomi’s older siblings could be twins with their striking uniformity, they talk about the Jackals’ latest win and honorable mentions of Atsumu’s mistakes that Osamu generously points out to frustrate the setter.
Eventually, the conversation turns into what Atsumu initially came over for. It’s like clockwork. He comes over to visit Osamu and they watch something together. Even when they couldn’t meet in person, they fixed that issue with a video chat. It’s almost like a movie night. Instead, they’ve made a ritual out of watching a certain girl. A camgirl.
She goes by Nacchan and she’s definitely a beauty even if she never reveals her face past her cute nose. What they can see is right up there with their shared tastes when it comes to women: long hair, demure smile, and a sweet voice. Nacchan has this long, orange hair that she often sweeps behind her shoulders. She has full, perky breasts that bounce as she goes about her show. Her ass looks incredible when she bends over and spreads herself out for the camera. On top of it all, she has the sweetest laugh that is typically heard after her streams. It’s the most ideal way to end her stunning performance and the Miyas’ night together
Atsumu pouts at his phone as Osamu turns to replace the beer that the blonde went through quickly. “She’s having a show tonight. We’re gonna miss it. We rarely miss it.”
A bottle cap hits the countertop as Osamu opens a new drink. “There’ll be more,” he comforts. “Remember when you almost threw a fit about missin’ one for an interview? Thought ya were gonna quit volleyball right there on camera.”
Even at his own expense, Atsumu laughs. “They call it bein’ a loyal fan,” he points out, blindly reaching out to take the beer as he scrolls through his phone. “Just like you’re my loyal fan ‘cause ya bought my jersey.”
“I bought it ‘cause my name’s on it.”
“Just admit you’re my fan, ‘Samu.” Atsumu briefly glances up to nudge his twin with faux encouragement. “I won’t tell a soul I’m your favorite athlete.”
Osamu tosses the bottle cap at Atsumu, effectively landing in his hair. “Keep it up or I’ll start usin’ the jersey as a dishcloth.”
In the middle of the bickering, someone new arrives in a frenzy, loudly apologizing that he’s late. A quick look over his shoulder tells Atsumu that Shouyou has finally arrived. He appeared disheveled and a touch overwhelmed. He must’ve rushed to get here within a decent hour.
Both Atsumu and Osamu are fond of that boy. So fond, in fact, that they just recently met up together. Just the three of them.
During a particularly lust-filled night, Atsumu mentioned Shouyou as he was on his knees in front of Osamu, lazily kissing and licking the hard cock that would certainly be inside of him by the night’s end. As Atsumu had his lips against the tip, he initiated a conversation about who on the team Osamu would sleep with.
At that time, Osamu was skeptical to answer because he didn’t know if the question came from a place of insecurity or genuine curiosity. Eventually, after a moment of twirling a strand of Atsumu’s hair and cupping his cheek with all the affection he could conjure, he answered with Shouyou.
The answer came as a surprise, but Atsumu had the same answer. He suspected Osamu would pick their captain or maybe Kiyoomi, but their tastes really are similar. Shouyou was always so adorable and attentive. He managed to grab all the attention in the room. It was very hard to dislike Shouyou. In the Miyas’ case, it was also very difficult to not imagine him naked.
When the three of them met up, they successfully took Shouyou home. From then onward, Shouyou has been stuck in the twins’ heads. With Shouyou in front of them now, memories of Shouyou receiving or giving dick flood to the forefront of their minds.
“Ah, I’m so sorry,” Shouyou calls out to no one in particular. In turn, he gains enthusiastic waves and welcomes that extinguish any worries he might’ve had about arriving a little later than everyone else. Maybe Atsumu isn’t the only one who forgot about this gathering.
Shouyou is being pulled into nearby groups of teammates and their families. He mingles expertly, laughing and chatting in a way that makes Atsumu excited for when he makes his rounds and ends up where the Miyas are perched at the counter.
Atsumu takes a long swig of beer. When he pulls off the bottle, he sighs. “He’s so fuckin’ cute,” he mutters over to his twin. “And look at his ass in those shorts. I can’t believe I got to watch ya fuck that.”
Osamu hums, distracted. “How do you feel about another night with him?”
“We could snag him when everyone leaves.”
Their gazes stay on Shouyou as he circles around the restaurant. He’s polite enough to say hello and introduce himself to people he hasn’t met. The families are all mostly new to them. When Shouyou seems to hit it off with Shugo’s mother, Atsumu cannot help but be endeared.
It doesn’t take long for Shouyou to appear in front of the twins. He wove his way through new and familiar faces alike and, now, he stands in front of them, much less frazzled than he was after walking in moments ago.
“Atsumu-san, Osamu-san,” Shouyou greets with a smile. “Sorry I’m late. I’m glad you’re both here.”
Beyond what’s physical, Shouyou is attractive. Attractive in the way he doesn’t have to demand the attention of everyone in the room because he already has it simply through making his presence known. Apparently, it’s been like this for years. People notice Shouyou everywhere, mostly due to his unique history as an athlete. Atsumu considers himself luckier than others. He once swore that he’d set for Shouyou and he did just that. In his fantasies, he swore that he’d bring Shouyou to bed and he did that too. Plenty of guys would kill for both of those luxuries.
Atsumu brings an arm over Shouyou’s shoulders and pulls him in close to his side as he spares his brother a glance on the other side of the bar.
“I came here just for you, Shouyou-kun,” he flatters, glancing down at the smaller man happily. “If you didn’t come, I don’t know what I would’ve done.
Osamu leans on the top of the bar and rests his chin in a palm. “Don’t trust him, Shouyou. He forgot the event was happening.”
Atsumu groans. His eyes flicker to his brother again. “C’mon, ‘Samu. Does that trap of yours ever shut?”
Laughter between the twins erupts. In unison, they look down and watch Shouyou giggle. He did this last time they argued in front of him too. And also, just like last time, the twins were enraptured by the sound.
“I came to visit you guys too,” Shouyou returns exuberantly. “And also to meet the families everyone’s always talking about. You can really tell they’re related, huh?”
Atsumu claps a hand against Shouyou’s shoulder. “Just wait until you get around to meeting Omi-kun’s siblings. It’s like they were cloned.”
Osamu rolls his eyes.
A few more words are exchanged then Atsumu begrudgingly lets Shouyou go so he could finish saying hello to people.
He isn’t ashamed to admit that his eyes glanced down at Shouyou’s ass for the second time that night while he walked away.
“So fuckin’ cute,” Atsumu repeats and returns his gaze to his brother albeit momentarily.
A notification from his phone steals his attention. A moment later, the same notification pops up on Osamu’s, lighting up the screen in his waist apron’s pocket.
It’s a discreet message that says “No live show today! I’ve uploaded something I pre-recorded for you all. I hope you enjoy it! ♡”
The twins read it then glance up at each other in tandem. Nacchan .
Her last show was a couple days ago and the twins were able to watch it together. They were on the bed with a laptop not too far away as they jerked each other off throughout her livestream that included her riding a new dildo she got. That pink toy in her pussy led to a night of incredible sex between the Miyas.
That is the type of night that Atsumu came to the shop for.
At least they wouldn’t be missing a show because they were occupied at the restaurant.
Another moment passes then Atsumu is looking down to his phone to begin opening up the app to see what she posted.
Osamu is quick to intervene by swiping his phone. “You’re forgettin’ you’re in public, idiot.”
“Quit it. Give me that back.” Atsumu reaches across the counter to attempt to grab the phone, but Osamu keeps it out of reach. “I just wanted a quick look.”
The twins continue to fight over the phone. They nearly miss the arrival of someone new. Their heads turn and Osamu’s verbal welcome dies on his lips before it even has a chance.
The newest guest is a girl. Her orange hair is pulled up into a ponytail. Orange bangs frame a cute face. She’s petite and slender. She wears a school uniform, more importantly a short skirt that shows off athletic legs covered in dark stockings. The bag on her back suggests she just came back from school, maybe a club activity considering how late in the day it was.
She curiously looks around until she looks in the direction where a head of like-colored hair stood. Suddenly, a wide smile breaks out on her face as she wanders over to Shouyou.
The twins are frozen in place as Shouyou warmly greets the girl.
Through the chatter of the restaurant, they hear that the girl is Shouyou’s sister called Natsu.
In an almost comical fashion, the twins look at each other.
“There are some strong genetics in this room,” Atsumu points out, like it’s the correct thing to say at that time.
Osamu makes a dismissive sound and brings Atsumu’s phone back down to eye level. There is no room for more of Atsumu’s astute observations about genes.
With the screen dim, he scrolls through the app that Atsumu already opened up. For extra measure, he cups his free hand around the screen to discourage any prying eyes that might discover that he’s looking through a pornographic app while manning a restaurant.
He brings up Nacchan’s page and quickly looks up in Shouyou’s sister’s direction, eyes flickering back and forth to match some similarities between the real thing and a few thumbnails that popped up. Of course, that’s a little difficult when Nacchan was mostly always bare and Natsu in front of them wears full-coverage clothes.
It isn’t until they hear a laugh from Natsu that it all becomes clearer.
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The remainder of the night goes by very well.
People eat, drink, talk, and enjoy themselves.
Meanwhile Atsumu and Osamu are left in a petrified state of shock.
They couldn’t even talk it out because of where they were. They couldn’t talk about how Hinata Natsu is probably the girl that’s become a huge part of their intimate routine. They couldn’t talk about how Atsumu has had an uncomfortable erection this whole time.
A part of Atsumu feels excited. He has had sex with Shouyou and he has gotten off to Natsu. The Hinata siblings were unbearably cute.
Their laughs are so much like each other’s. How did Atsumu never make that connection before? He’s heard Shouyou’s laugh so many times. How did he not catch on and realize the laugh was so close to the one that often came from his laptop when he had his cock in his hand? The fantasies about Shouyou and Natsu respectively might be starting to become swirled together beyond Atsumu’s control.
Osamu has since left Atsumu’s company to clean up behind the counter, leaving the blonde to swivel side to side on the bar stool while his mind slaves over the new thoughts and fantasies ricocheting inside of his head.
“Atsumu-san?”
The call of his name gets him to raise his head from the counter quickly. It’s enough to cause a flash of pain down his neck.
Atsumu groans as he reaches back and rubs one of his shoulders. He peers over at the owner of the new voice.
It’s Natsu. She’s smiling just like she had the last couple hours.
She’s so close. Atsumu can smell her perfume now. Her skin looks so soft from up close. While he refrains from glancing down at her chest to admire how the school uniform’s blouse hugs it, he can’t hold back from look at the smooth hands she has perched on the countertop. Those same hands were used for things that Atsumu has gotten off to many times. Her manicure is even the same from the last time Atsumu watched her finger herself late at night.
“Shouyou-kun’s little sister, right? Natsu-chan?” Atsumu nods to her. He doesn’t know how he’s able to recover from that dangerous stream of consciousness. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet ya.”
As if Atsumu doesn’t already know her. He knows her. He watches her smile into the camera as she shows off to the camera, legs spread to expose the pussy that is presently hidden under a uniform’s skirt. The parts Atsumu drools over are so close to him and he can’t do a damn thing about it.
Natsu smiles wider. “Nii-chan told me so much about you and Osamu-san. We got so caught up talking to people that I couldn’t come over earlier. I wanted to say hi.”
Cute. So fucking cute. And polite. Just like Shouyou.
“I wish ‘Samu wasn’t cleanin’ up right now. He’d love to say hi too.” That is surely an understatement. Atsumu knows that his brother would’ve jumped at the chance to say hi to a girl like her.
Nothing is said for a bit. Natsu slowly takes up Atsumu’s side, standing beside the stool he’s sat on.
“Nii-chan told me about your relationship with your brother.”
Time seemingly stops as he watches her. He’s not too sure what his face looks like by the time the realization dawns on him. She knows about the less-than-conventional relationship the twins share and manage to keep a secret despite years of being more like boyfriends than typical siblings.
She’s still smiling though. That hasn’t stopped.
“You were good to my brother too.”
Not only does she know about illicit acts between brothers, she also knows that those same brothers took her own brother to bed. Shouyou most likely told her about the experience himself. If that’s right, what else has Shouyou told her?
“I’m interested.”
Atsumu is looking at her with wide eyes. While he’s feeling so much over these otherwise exciting words, she remains the same like nothing out of her mouth was taboo.
Natsu rests a hand on Atsumu’s bicep at the same time Shouyou calls out from behind them.
“Nacchan, c’mon! We’re headed out.” Shouyou looks over at both Natsu and Atsumu, giving a wave to the blonde. Koutarou and his sisters were leaving at the same time. “Let’s get together soon, Atsumu-san.”
Hearing Shouyou call Natsu by Nacchan is jarring. Atsumu cannot get another word out.
Is she called Nacchan online because of that name given to her by Shouyou? That’d be too weird, wouldn’t it? At the same time, she approached Atsumu to admit her apparent acceptance of the twins’ relationship. Nothing could be decided as weird at this moment. The idea of her using Nacchan as her alias on an explicit app leads Atsumu to think that she probably thinks of her brother whenever she logs and puts up content for the depraved people attracted to her youth.
“I’m coming!” Natsu calls back then immediately turns back to Atsumu with the same smile. It’s gorgeous. Just like in the live shows. “Enjoy my video, okay?”
Video?
The video.
Atsumu isn’t sure how she knows that he would’ve checked out the newest video she posted before arriving. He didn’t mention the cam girl to Shouyou–the only other person who could’ve told her.
Before his brain has the chance to catch up with any of the sudden new information, Natsu is gone and she’s on her way out with Shouyou, ponytail and skirt swaying with the movement of her skipping.
Then the restaurant was empty except for the twins.
At an impressive speed, Atsumu gets up from his stool and locks the door before rushing to the back of the restaurant while he opens up the app. That blasted app with the subject of their desires stowed away inside.
“Osamu!” Atsumu calls out, blindly navigating the restaurant’s employees-only area to get to his brother. “Got no patience left.”
Another understatement. He is going to watch that video with or without Osamu.
Thankfully, though, Osamu appears from the office to peek out at his brother.
“She knows,” he goes on to say, but he doesn’t elaborate any further when he presses start on the newest video and pushes it in close to Osamu’s line of sight.
Strangely, the video begins in the dark. It’s unlike other videos by Nacchan–Hinata Natsu–because she prefers to film in her well-lit bedroom. Or at least it looks like a bedroom to Atsumu when he spares a moment to observe her surroundings on-screen.
With the volume on, Natsu’s voice comes out strained. She’s whimpering and whining. The telltale sound of a wet pussy being penetrated is heard behind her moans.
A source of light flashes from off-screen, almost like a car’s headlights driving by. The light quality shifts and they’re able to visualize a waist-down angle of two bodies against each other. Natsu’s waist is angled just right for the shaky camera to capture how a cock thrusts into her pussy, balls lightly slapping against her.
Upon further observation, Atsumu can make up a skirt that has been pulled up and stockings that have been pulled down. She’s in her school uniform just like the one she arrived in tonight.
One of the hands of the person behind her falls down on her ass with a smack, causing her to moan. Their cock fucks into her desperately, almost losing pace with their urgency.
That person is wearing athletic shorts. Strangely similar to another pair the twins saw that night.
Belonging to Shouyou. The same shorts that made his ass look good. Atsumu remembers the details of them.
Arousal aside, the realization is much greater than that, but neither of them say it.
The twins are quiet, both visibly hard, as they watch the video go on, making no move to get off with the two people on the screen.
Finally, the cock pulls out and gets stroked until thick cum coats the outside of her pussy. No condom. It’s raw. It pulses delectably in a way that’s familiar to Atsumu.
Just before the video ends, Natsu giggles. It’s absolutely her giggle. She makes a brief show out of rubbing the cum against her pussy then there’s a black screen looking back at the twins.
That’s why Natsu is okay with their relationship. She has been fucking her brother.
Atsumu’s mouth is dry. His chest is tight with excitement. His cock is begging to be touched. For the first time in those few minutes, he glances over at Osamu and ascertains that he feels the same.
They have another reason to be such big fans of the Hinatas.