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“God!” Choromatsu shouted as he entered, opening and slamming the living room door behind him. Karamatsu set down the mirror he was holding, after recollecting himself from the sudden noise and put on a concerned expression.

“What’s wrong, brother? Anything I can assist with?”

“Probably not.” Thin legs carried him around the room as he paced, footsteps making no noise with his light steps and soft socks. “I got in another fight with Osomatsu, and he’s… He’s just such a dumbass, Karamatsu! What the Hell’s wrong with him?!” It wasn’t so much a question directed towards the other person in the room, but question aimed at anyone who knew the answer. Maybe for God, given the assumption he knew.

“What was it about?” Karamatsu brought his ankles out from under him and towards his crotch, where he crossed them and began playing with the hem of his jeans. He needed something to busy himself, keep him active and alert, especially when his younger brother was in need.

“The usual,” Choromatsu sighed, stopping his pacing and stared out at nothing. He fumbled with his hands for a moment by locking his fingers together, undoing them, putting them on his hips and repeating little, nervous motions. “It was about us,” he said softly, looking at his feet, back facing Karamatsu.

“Are you two all right?”

“Somewhat.” Letting out another sigh, Choromatsu turned on his heel but kept his gaze away. “It was…” he hesitated. “About our sex life. It hasn’t been too well, Kara.”

“I know what you mean, brother.” Nodding, Karamatsu ran his finger in a semi-circle around his ankle that was facing towards him, tracing the skin with his nail. “Ichimatsu and I have been having our own lover’s quarrels regarding our intercourse as well, so I can easily relate to your difficulties with the eldest.”

“He never lets me finish! It’s always about him! For him to get off - for him to cum, and then he usually falls asleep! What kind of an asshole does that?” His voice rose with his irritation as he began to pace around again.

“I’m afraid I can’t help you there, Choromatsu - Ichimatsu has been the opposite.” Inhaling heavily, Karamatsu straightened his back and continued to speak. “She’s been holding out and hasn’t let me go near her lately. I-I don’t know what it is, but I fear that when I ask, the angrier she’ll become.” Choromatsu stopped and turned towards his brother.

“Is that why you’ve been so antsy?” Karamatsu’s shoulders stiffened.

“Is it that noticeable?”

“A bit, yeah. Totty asked me about it the other day, I just thought you were fighting with Ichi, but if it was about that… God,” he exhaled, dropping his shoulders in defeat. “Why are our partners such assholes?”

“Hey.” Karamatsu’s voice cut sharp, “don’t call them assholes. They have their reasons for acting this way, an--”

“Be honest, Karamatsu, you’re just as frustrated as I am that we aren’t getting any action. I’m sorry I called Ichi an asshole, though Osomatsu deserves it.”

“Just be patient, brother. That’s what I’m doing for Ichimatsu.” He gave a weak smile. “Though I will agree it is difficult.”

“I just… I want to punch that stupid fucking face!” Choromatsu yelled out, kicking at air in a spurt of anger. “I don’t understand him at times! It’s always about him! Pay attention to me, please --” his voice cracked dangerously high at his last word, catching them both by surprise. It was more startling when tears dripped down Choromatsu’s cheeks, both catching their breaths in their throats.

“Brother, are you o--”

“I’m fine, Kara,” he responded quickly, wiping at his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. “I’m just upset, that’s all. Give me a minute.” Nodding, Karamatsu went back to toying with his hands.

Not having any form of intimacy with Ichimatsu in so long was beginning to slowly drive him up a wall. He barely got by now with just himself, but the warmth and smell of Ichimatsu had no comparison, only merely pathetic jerking in the bathroom at night to settle nerves. But knowing his younger brother was going through a similar type of pain was reassuring, in a sense.

“Is it me?” Choromatsu’s voice was barely audible, head turned to look at his brother who remained sitting on the floor. “Am I in the wrong?”

“Of course not! That’s like saying I’m the one at fault.”

“No offense, Karamatsu, but you tend to be, with that painful attitude.” Karamatsu smiled and let out a chuckle.

“I’m glad to see your spirits have picked up enough to joke around.”

“It wasn’t a joke, you know,” but Choromatsu offered a smile in return. His eyes were still a little red, his pain was temporarily forgotten.

“I’m sure Osomatsu will see his ways soon enough, for you are a devoting being whom anyone would love to call their own.”

“He’s only been like this recently. When we first got together it was great, but now… Now, I don’t know.” He chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully, walking to the corner of the room and back. “Fuck, just talking about him again makes me so angry!” Pointing a finger at Karamatsu, he rose his voice. “And you! You’re suffering like I am, right? How are you so calm? Aren’t you pissed?!”

“Heh,” he pushed his bangs aside and winked, “I am used to waiting. I will wait for however long I need to for my darling Ichimatsu, an--”

“ Shut up .” Choromatsu moved fast, grabbing Karamatsu by the collar of his tanktop, hovering over him, though he had to bend over to meet eyes with the other. “I know you’re just as desperate and horny as I am.” Squinting, Choromatsu’s eyes danced all over Karamatsu’s face, just inches from him. The thick eyebrows, the soft lips, and the passionate flame behind his eyes that Karamatsu refused to acknowledge himself, but the blue eyes watched him with as much sexual frustration as Choromatsu’s green eyes had to offer in return.

No words could explain the tension each had and how it clashed between them when they connected. Their lips met; angry, hungry, lustful and mindless. They battled for dominance through their tongues, teeth clacking together at first until Karamatsu got the upper hand, his height and larger build at an advantage, even from their angle. Pulling back, Choromatsu plopped himself in Karamatsu’s lap, resuming their kissing. A little more battling of tongues, eventually he obliged to his older brother’s dominance, moaning at the sensation of a different tongue in his mouth, exploring him thoroughly via strokes along his teeth, cheeks, and tongue.

“God…” Choromatsu breathed, moving his head for Karamatsu to suck his neck. “Even Osomatsu doesn’t kiss me like this. Ichimatsu’s a lucky girl.”

“Don’t bring her up,” Karamatsu growled lowly, biting the flesh of his neck lightly. “She won’t let me kiss her at all anymore.” Releasing the skin, he lapped at the marks and pressed more kisses along Choromatsu’s jaw. “Nothing,” he whispered, words ghosting over the wet skin, giving Choromatsu goosebumps, exhaling a shaky moan. Karamatsu captured his lips again, biting on the lower lip with a groan. Half-lidded eyes met another sinful gaze from the other sibling.

“Karamatsu,” Choromatsu swallowed heavily, pressed his cheek to his brother’s and sighed into his ear; “please.”

With hesitance, Karamatsu ran his hand along his brother’s back, feeling the spine that stuck out a little through his thin frame, the slender sides and back around until Choromatsu took his hand and put it under his top, feeling the cold skin with a gasp of pleasure. Doing the same, Choromatsu ran his fingers along the lower part of Karamatsu’s back, touching the thick muscles with his fingertips.

“I need you” was the next phrase spoken, from Choromatsu’s lips back at Karamatsu’s ear, kissing along the shell. He hovered his hand over his older brother’s wrist, bringing him down past the waist of his jeans and into his boxers, giving Karamatsu permission to go from there. With a little gruffness in his voice, Karamatsu mumbled something under his breath and brushed his fingers through the short, trimmed hair, reaching the wetness. He would lie if he wasn’t equally aroused and went to work moving his fingers through the folds, to the clit, pressing on the nub and back through the lips, Choromatsu wiggling his hips in appreciation.

“Fuck,” Karamatsu whispered, running his other hand through Choromatsu’s short hair, panting against his neck between sloppy kisses.

“There…” Choromatsu trailed off, grinding his crotch against his brother’s hand, fingertips feeling the clitoris in small circles and prods. “Right there,” he repeated, breath hitching as he bit back a moan. Moving his hand to his mouth to muffle his cries, Karamatsu took hold of his wrist and replaced the fingers with his lips, letting Choromatsu bite the flesh harshly.

“Wait-- I-I’m-- Ah! ” Choromatsu released Karamatsu's lips, blood from his brother shining upon his own lips, both hands grabbing Karamatsu's shoulders as he threw his head back, shaking as he came with a loud cry.

They both stopped, Karamatsu not removing his hand but licking the blood from his mouth and watching Choromatsu tremble in bliss. Calming down, he put his head in the book of Karamatsu's neck, holding onto his older brother.

“Thank you, Karamatsu,” he whispered, resting his head for a while as Karamatsu ran his hand through the soft hair that tickled his cheek. “ Ah! ” He squeaked, Karamatsu dragging his finger through the juices and tapped on the clit, Choromatsu shuddering. “W-Wait, I just came, don’t--” his sentence dropped with another sharp cry, vagina pulsating as Karamatsu continued to stroke through it.

“You said Osomatsu never lets you come, correct?” Choromatsu nodded, breath heavy.

“Once is enough, Karama-a-atsu!” He sat up, away from Karamatsu but his body pressed on Karamatsu’s lingering fingers, “Let me…” voice trailing off, he ran his hands down Karamatsu’s chest, fingers spreading out to feel across his stomach and to his jeans, palming over the bulge he found.

“Let me take care of you, Choromatsu,” Karamatsu said, though he didn’t move from Choromatsu’s touch; the two of them working their hands through each other, though Karamatsu was more skilled than Choromatsu’s nervous fumbling.

Choromatsu’s breath began stuttering again, rotating his hips on Karamatsu’s hand, urging him to continue.

“Hah…” He put his lips to Karamatsu’s ear, filling his eardrums with hiccupy moans and a very clear sentence that sent shivers through Karamatsu’s body: “fuck me.” The elder’s back stiffened, eyebrows shooting up.

“Choromatsu,” he said, slowly between gasping breaths, “are you sure?” Choromatsu nodded, and with a devious gleam in his eyes he whispered.

“Fuck me hard like I know you want to, Karamatsu-nii-san.” A sharp inhale of breath and a shaky exhale, Karamatsu slid his younger brother off his lap and began undoing his belt quickly, Choromatsu shimming fully out of his jeans.

He was wet, Karamatsu was red and vicious and-- Choromatsu gasped in surprise. He hardly had time to marvel at the size when Karamatsu laid him on the carpet, hovering over his eager form.

“I’m sorry,” Karamatsu began, spreading Choromatsu’s legs apart and settling between his thighs, “I don’t have any condoms on hand. Ichimatsu keeps them for when she--”

“Hurry up,” he ordered, raising his hips and inhaling for what was coming next. With a quick nod, Karamatsu spread the lips apart and poked his finger through, locating the entrance as he lined himself up. They both gasped at the feeling of each other and Choromatsu winced when Karamatsu began pushing inside.

“A-Are you all right, brother?”

“You’re just-- Big , nii-san.” Karamatsu laughed lightly, hands on Choromatsu’s hips as he eased himself in.

“You feel so good, Choromatsu… You're so tight,” Karamatsu began trailing off, repeating praises between groans and gasps. Choromatsu was trying to adjust to the size and slow movements as Karamatsu pulled out then back in. He opened his mouth to tell the older to go fast, please, God, faster, when Karamatsu kissed him eagerly, silencing whatever he had to say. Pushing himself deep, he broke the kiss, opened Choromatsu’s legs so he could wrap his ankles around Karamatsu's back and resumed kissing, moans echoing through their mouths as Karamatsu picked up a quick pace.

“Fuck, Ka-Kara…” Choromatsu arched his back, trying to get his brother deeper inside, Karamatsu obliging by leaning forward and hitting deep inside Choromatsu’s vagina, the duo crying out.

“Ichimatsu,” his eyes fluttered shut, tears on his eyelashes as he continuously fucked his younger brother, imagining Ichimatsu under him as he had waited so long for.

“Oh my God, Osomatsu--!” Rotating his hips with the movement, Choromatsu wrapped his arms around Karamatsu’s neck and pulled him closer, body beginning to tremble as he neared completion. “I’m c-coming, Osomatsu!” Lifting his body as high as he could, Karamatsu continued to thrust, feeling the flexing muscles surround him in heat and warmth until he felt the beginning of an orgasm and pulled out quickly, shooting on the floor besides Choromatsu, mumbling Ichimatsu’s name as he milked himself to a finish.

He dropped his body next to Choromatsu, rolling on his back and feeling his chest rise in irregular pants. It’d been a long time since he’d cum like that and his chest felt light and breezy, filling with oxygen as he tried to control his breaths. Glancing to the side, he could see tears appear from out of the corner of Choromatsu’s eyes, arm draped over to shield them.

“Choromatsu, brother, what’s wrong?” Sitting up, he eased the arm from across his brother’s face. His lips were curled up in a smile, though it seems confused; dazed, even.

“That felt so good,” he muttered with a hiccup. “Thank you, Karamatsu-nii-san.”

“Heh,” reaching over to grab his clothes, Karamatsu redressed and got Choromatsu’s jeans as well. “I’m glad. Get dressed - we’ll hit the bathhouse before the others. I’ll clean up.”

“Thank you, Karamatsu,” the younger repeated, tugging his jeans on and walking to the doorway, then paused. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Of course not, brother! I just wish you luck with your future endeavors with our eldest. A cheer to your future intercourse, if you will.”

“God,” Choromatsu groaned, sliding the door open but saying another thank you before closing it behind him.

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    They haven’t quite figured out a status besides two brothers sleeping with each other, but since Jyushimatsu and Todomatsu got together they were practically inseparable. It hadn’t been very long but they went on walks to parks, the beach, shops and to visit places for nostalgic purposes, a change of scenery from their usual household of doing nothing. Being a NEET had it’s advantages at times, but constantly surrounded by the same, identical views got irritating at times, so the two set out around town.

    A little chilly, Todomatsu found it a perfect excuse to wear his new scarf Jyushimatsu bought for him, snug around his neck in magenta and lighter tones of pink knit together in a weaved pattern. It was pleasant to look at, to feel, to wear as an unofficial yet somewhat secretive memento of their relationship.

    “Hey, Totty, I know where we can go.”

    “Hm?” Aimlessly wandering around for a while, they found themselves in the shopping district, quiet for mid-afternoon on a Thursday. “Where’s that, nii-san?”

    “Follow me!” He said with a smile, taking his little brother’s hand in his and leading him down the street.

    “Eh?” Todomatsu stopped on the sidewalk, Jyushimatsu halfway across the crosswalk. “The school?”

    “Yeah! C’mon, it’ll be fun.” Holding his hand out, Todomatsu took it with a huff of air, unsure of his brother’s intentions but followed regardless. “Remember when all six of us used to sit up there?” Pointing up to the roof, they noticed the gates were much higher than when they attended.

    “Osomatsu-nii-san always climbed to the top of the fence like an asshole,” Totty snickered, laughing into the scarf. “I bet he’d still try it now.”

    “Ichimatsu-nii-san tried it once and almost fell off,” Jyushimatsu recalled, imagined when all six of the brothers would go up there for lunch. They hardly ate because they were always messing around, with each other or belongings. Osomatsu was known to steal porn magazines from other students and read them on the roof, pulling whoever was unfortunate enough to sit near him into looking at it with him. Usually Choromatsu, for Karamatsu swore to devote his purity to good deeds like drama club, where his ideals couldn’t be soiled by such sins as Osomatsu pleasured himself with. Choromatsu was too awkward in high school to ever decline his older brothers and found himself victim of Osomatsu’s horny antics.

    The younger trio kept to themselves, usually sitting off in a corner to watch their peers on the courtyard. Todomatsu and Jyushimatsu would narrate conversations where they couldn’t hear, Ichimatsu scoring them on content and humor or drama, depending on what the daily theme was. Even then, Jyushimatsu had a loud voice that more than once had caught the attention of such students they were mocking, though with six identical faces there was no way to identify who there was to blame. When it was, it was usually set on Osomatsu as the eldest who didn’t teach his younger brothers correct manners, which he would blow off those lectures.

    “Ah!” Jyushimatsu gripped Todomatsu’s arm, pulling him back as a girl rushed past them on her bike, skirt fluttering in the wind as she danced, turning into the courtyard hurriedly.

    “I remember when I used to wear that,” Todomatsu hummed, gazing back at the school. Some boys would tease him and flip up his skirt but his older brothers had his back at that time. Now, not as much, but Todomatsu could hold up a fight if he needed to. Probably.

    “You were cute,” Jyushimatsu agreed, Todomatsu scoffing playfully.

    “Still am, Jyushimatsu-nii-san.” They shared a laugh, Todomatsu tugging his partner’s sleeve to start walking back. “I wonder if I still have it. I don’t think mom would’ve gotten rid of it, right?”

    “Maybe we should check when we get back.”

    “Maybe, nii-san.”

    “Jyushimatsu senpai?” Todomatsu’s thin fingers slid through the slit between the door and the frame, tapping along the edge in a simple, sweet rhythm while he waited.

    “Yes, I’m in here, Matsuno-kun. Please come in.” With a quick inhale, Todomatsu opened the door and stood in front of his lover wearing his old school uniform from a few years back. The top was a little small, revealing his stomach where the skirt didn’t meet. His legs were thinner now but the white thigh highs completed the innocent schoolgirl look.

    “What did you call me for, senpai?” Closing the door behind him, he couldn’t help but beam at the awestruck look Jyushimatsu was giving him. He was wearing Karamatsu’s old uniform, having grown several inches since graduation that only his older brother’s clothes fit him decently.

    “I... I had something to tell you, Matsuno-kun.”

    “Please,” Todomatsu held his left elbow with his right hand behind his back, strutting out his hip slightly, “call me Todomatsu-chan.”

    “T-Todomatsu-chan, I...” Swallowing nervously, Jyushimatsu collected himself into his role and stepped closer, stiffening up and even blushing. “I have feelings for you!”

    “Oh, Jyushimatsu-senpai! I... I don’t know what to say!” Gushing, he held his hand over his gasping mouth in surprise.

    “Please go out with me, Todomatsu-chan!”

    “But...” Todomatsu had to bite his nail from laughing and breaking character at the ridiculousness this had become before continuing. “All the boys are already after me... They might get jealous.”

    “I’ll fight them!” Jyushimatsu blurted, catching the other off guard and throwing them both into a fit of giggles. “I mean I’ll protect you, no matter what hardships we may face.”

    “Senpai, I’m blushing!”

    “You’re so cute, Todomatsu,” Jyushimatsu took hold of his younger brother’s shoulder with one hand, the other cupping his cheek and kissed him gingerly, delicately tasting Todomatsu’s strawberry lip balm. “Please consider it.”

    “I’m...” Todomatsu’s cheeks flushed. Be it pretend or not, he was amazed how much this was turning him on. This was a good decision. “Senpai, I...” trailing off, Todomatsu let Jyushimatsu kiss him again, deepening the kiss by inviting his tongue into his mouth, wet and slippery yet familiar and comforting.

    “Todomatsu...” The hand from his shoulder moved down his side, resting on his hip before touching the skin of his stomach, Todomatsu gasping.

    “No, senpai, you can’t...” Silencing him with another kiss, Jyushimatsu tried to ignore how warm Todomatsu’s skin was and slowly ran along his side and back, avoiding his breasts until Todomatsu whimpered, needy. He was surprised when he brushed against the nipple, ceasing their kisses with a surprised look.

    “No binder?” Jyushimatsu whispered, getting a mischievous wink in response. Man, did he love his little brother. That fact made things more raunchy, putting both his hands on Todomatsu’s breasts to toy with the nipples beneath his shirt, erecting the soft buds while Todomatsu mewled softly.

    Retracting all together, Jyushimatsu couldn’t help but put that signature smile back on his face. Through the short, breezy top, two perky nipples protruded and stood tall, pushing the fabric outwards a little bit. Todomatsu’s face was flushed in embarrassment, feigned or not, and he wiggled a little nervously. Usually he would love all this attention but the circumstances were making it more intimate and he was nervous but remained in character.

    “Todomatsu-chan,” he whispered, pulling up his little brother’s top to cup his left breast, putting his mouth on the nipple and sucking, Todomatsu whining loudly.

    “Nii-san!” He moaned, biting at his finger when Jyushimatsu nipped at the soft flesh; “I-I mean senpai...!” Experienced hands began working his other breast, Todomatsu unsure what to do besides wiggle his body beneath his older brother’s touch, enjoying every sensation as if it was his first time again.

    “Jy-Jyushimatsu senpai?” Todomatsu asked, taking hold of his brother’s hand to pull it away from his chest and put beneath this skirt; “I’m wet, senpai,” he said, biting his lip.

    “I-Is that so?” He stumbled with his words, prodding his finger along the damp panties. “Is this because of me?”

    “Yes, senpai...” with a shaky exhale, Todomatsu tried to put Jyushimatsu’s hands more on him, the latter resisting, leaning in close to whisper against Todomatsu’s ear.

    “I made you wet, Todomatsu-chan? I turn you on?” Struggling to bite back a moan, Todomatsu could only nod. “Say it, Todomatsu-chan.”

    “You make me horny, Jyushimatsu-senpai!” He wailed, nails digging into the rough flesh around Jyushimatsu’s wrists, urging, begging him to touch him more. “Please, take responsibility.”

    “I guess it can’t be helped.” Swallowing thickly, Jyushimatsu slid his hands under Todomatsu’s skirt, hooking his thumbs on the waist of his panties and pulled them down as he sat on his knees, helping Todomatsu remove them fully.

    He had shaved; soft flesh a light pink and wet, Jyushimatsu dragging his finger through the lips to feel the texture.

    “Thank you for the meal!” He exclaimed, causing Todomatsu to ease into giggles, though he yelped when a kiss was placed to his clitoris.

    “Nn... No, not there--” Todomatsu’s hands muffled his voice, biting on his fingers as his knees buckled a little, Jyushimatsu’s tongue lapping against the skin, sucking on it, savoring the juices. “Senpai!” He moaned, moving one hand to tease his nipple and the other to push his lover’s face closer, completely under the fabric of his skirt, Jyushimatsu holding onto the back of Todomatsu’s thighs as he ate out his only younger brother.

    “Hah,” Jyushimatsu came up for breath, face sticky as he pressed kisses to the top of Todomatsu’s thighs, trying not to dirty with stockings. He worked through Todomatsu’s folds with his fingers, entering his vagina to curl inside, sucking on the clit again. Different cries of ‘senpai’ and ‘nii-san’ escaped Todomatsu’s lips, grinding his hips against his older brother to bring himself closer. He could feel himself pulsating, vagina tightening around Jyushimatsu’s fingers.

    “I’m coming, senpai!” He sang, both hands in Jyushimatsu’s dark locks, raising his hips to press his pussy flat against his brother’s face, leaking as he convulsed during his orgasm.

    “You’re so yummy, Tott-Todomatsu-chan,” the older corrected himself, sitting back on his ankles and motioned for Todomatsu to sit besides him, which he did with a flush on his cheeks.

    “That was my first time, Jyushimatsu-senpai,” he said, not making eye contact.

    “Was it? My, you truly are an angel.” The compliment caught him by surprise, feeling Jyushimatsu’s hand on his thigh, pushing his skirt up, inspecting his pink lips.

    “That’s not fair on my behalf,” Todomatsu sat up on his knees, inching closer to his brother, “I should return the favor.”

    “Eh? It won’t be my first.” Todomatsu shot him a glare, opening his mouth to retort on whatever the Hell that meant when Jyushimatsu laughed, “there is a first you can take, though.”

    “Senpai... To lose our virginities to each other?” Saying it out loud sounding more embarrassing than the actual time they lost it to each other, but Jyushimatsu seemed anxious to continue. “What... What if someone catches us?”

    “Don’t worry, Todomatsu-chan,” taking the younger’s hands, he set them on his lap to urge Todomatsu to undo his zipper. “You trust your senpai, right? I’ll make sure everything’s okay.” Jyushimatsu suppressed a moan when his dick was freed, springing to life as Todomatsu eagerly crawled closer, straddling his brother’s lap.

    “I trust you, Jyushimatsu-senpai,” he said, lifting his skirt for Jyushimatsu to position himself and ease himself in.

    “Todomatsu-chan...”

    “Jy-Jyushimatsu-senpai! Your dick feels so good! It’s opening me up so deeply!” He cried, fingers digging into the shoulders of Karamatsu’s uniform, moving to put them around the back to his brother’s neck to kiss him, despite the residue of his own vaginal fluids still sticky on his lips. This was straight out of some porno and it was driving them both mad with arousal.

    Letting his legs fall to the side, Todomatsu’s body was lifted and slammed back onto his brother’s cock, Jyushimatsu maneuvering into a quick bounce, trying to maintain a kiss meanwhile with difficulty. The youngest Matsuno sextuplet began playing with his puckered nipples, pinching them between his fingers and rolling them to stimulate a harder orgasm, feeling himself building up.

    His thumbs pressed heavier into the thin frame of his younger brother, Jyushimatsu’s hands moving Todomatsu faster as he neared climax, whispering nothings under his breath.

    “Nii-san, I’m coming!!” Todomatsu’s voice was high, squeaky as his fingers worked his breasts harder, feeling his older brother’s cock twitch inside of him as they both cried out, coming.

    Todomatsu came first, vagina still pulsating as Jyushimatsu spurt ribbons inside, holding him still on his lap until they had both calmed down, reeling from such an intense orgasm.

    “I love you, Totty.” Jyushimatsu rubbed calming circles on Todomatsu’s lower back, saying quiet little praises on how he was such a good parter and how much he loved him, Todomatsu returning the statements with peppered kisses.

    “We should do this again sometime,” Todomatsu picked up the damp panties from the floor, fixing his skirt and adjusting the uniform. He missed the feeling of freely wearing a skirt like this.

    “Uh huh!” Jyushimatsu agreed, kissing his partner on the cheek and walking out for the two of them to clean up, both thinking of other scenarios they could recreate.

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    “I’m booooored,” Osomatsu announced, lolling his head off the arm of the sofa to fall towards the floor, dangling as the blood quickly rushed to redden his face. “Ichi, nii-san’s bored.” 

     “I heard you,” they grumbled, though they were equally unoccupied, lazing around the house. 

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Jyushimatsu doesn’t have a problem with his body. He was born slightly differently from the others, but that didn’t stop him from doing anything they would do. At a certain age Jyushimatsu had to learn about things the his brothers would never understand personally, and things began to change. Regardless, Jyushimatsu knew inside he was one of the boys and nothing about his genetic makeup would stop him.

If anything, sometimes having a vagina was fun. He could experiment in other ways than his brothers couldn’t, and they would discuss it often. They could get first-hand experience of menstruation, considering Matsuyo ceased hers after having her boys.

There was also no real reason to specify Jyushimatsu as female for having a vagina, or male for not feeling female; Jyushimatsu realized he didn’t really fit any category, but he enjoyed being called a boy and being a part of the six Matsuno sons. It was also enjoyable to pamper himself and buy dresses, sometimes cute lingerie just to make himself feel special and he would flaunt around the house to get compliments from his family.

One brother who took advantage of Jyushimatsu’s willingness to wear dresses was Choromatsu. The third son had an interest in girls, but different from the rest. Choromatsu liked their outfits; the makeup they wore, how they did their hair, the shoes they picked out and overall how girls looked. He wanted to know what they felt like, what they smelled off, and how they kissed and all that as well, but Jyushimatsu was eager at all times to get dolled and Choromatsu loved doing it.

“Hey, hey, nii-san!” Jyushimatsu stomped through the house, slamming open every door until he found what he was looking for. “Nii-san!” He yelled again, getting no response so far. Inhaling and dropping his shoulders back, he cupped his hands around his mouth in preparation to shout when Choromatsu threw a book through the open door towards him, hitting the wall and fanning the pages open.

“Shut up!” Choromatsu yelled, surrounded by a pile of magazines in their bedroom. He had sticky notes, highlighters and pens scattered around him, a pencil behind his left ear and a marker behind his right.

“Ah! There you are!” Picking the book up, Jyushimatsu bounced a bag against the back of his heels and stood in front of Choromatsu. “I got it.”

“Got what?” Taking the book back, Choromatsu craned his neck to look into the mysterious bag. It looked like it came from some shop, a boutique perhaps. Not nothing he’d expect Jyushimatsu to go into, let alone purchase something from.

“That thing . You know, nii-san!” His voice silenced, leaning over and pointing at his dirty socks inside his house slippers.

“You don’t mean--”

“Uh-huh! Got ‘em pretty cheap, too, but they’re the nice kind, I promise!”

“I see…” he stopped to think.

Todomatsu was working until late; Osomatsu had dragged Ichimatsu out to wander aimlessly around town; Jyushimatsu was eagerly watching Choromatsu and Karamatsu didn’t matter.

“Can we?” Jyushimatsu urged, bouncing on his heels.

“You can’t just do it on will,” Choromatsu said, pulling his knees from under his to tuck into his chest, “you have to set up the mood, set a scenario for this type of situation, and--”

“You’re hard,” the younger interrupted, pointing a finger towards his older brother’s crotch through his oversized sleeve draped over his hand, “that’s why you did that.”

“ That’s not the point ,” he bitterly concluded, but he didn’t have much else to say. Yeah, he was hard; he wished the mood could be set a little more but for once Jyushimatsu was getting the ball rolling and he was excited.

“I’ll go change!” Bouncing away, Jyushimatsu closed himself in the bathroom with the bag while Choromatsu hurriedly moved his books aside.

He could… Light candles? Set music? Scatter rose petals and put appropriately colored lights to dim the room and hide himself because even though they’ve messed around before, Choromatsu is still not positive with his body, and--

“Niiii-san,” a voice cooed from behind the door, wiggling bare fingers past the frame. “I’m ready if you are.”

“Y-Yeah, uh, hold on.” Deep breath, Choromatsu. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, holy shit .

Jyushimatsu was both comfortable and uncomfortable with his body. As he grew he began to hate his breasts, but instead focused on other parts of his body, like his legs. Running around all the time had certainly bulked his legs, but they had a curved silhouette that caught Choromatsu’s voice in his throat.

The oversized, dirty yellow sweatshirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows; his usual shorts with the fringe coming apart; black thigh highs that outlined his legs. Jyushimatsu’s legs were always bare under his shorts, his feet covered in socks and slippers, but something about not being able to see his skin worked Choromatsu up.

“Aw, nii-san, you’re blushing!” Jyushimatsu laughed, standing in the doorway, tall shadow looming behind him from the overhead light in the room.

“You look great!” Choromatsu blurted, looking up from his brother’s legs to his eyes.

“I know,” he said, closing the door and carefully stepping towards Choromatsu. “You’re not gonna blow your load real fast again, are you?”

“Couldn’t you try to be a little romantic, Jyushi?” The elder asked, frowning.

“Oh!” His eyes widened. “I’m sorry. Let’s try something new instead!”

“Eh?” Jyushimatsu dropped on the floor, sitting on his ankles.

“We’re gonna play a game.”

“S-Sure?”

“Pick one,” Jyushimatsu said, one hand touching the hem of his hoodie, the other in his waistband, “top or bottom.” Choromatsu swallowed and answered with a soft voice.

“...Top.”

“Okay!” Using both hands, he lifted his shirt, undershirt getting caught on his breasts, which flopped back down when he dropped his arms and discarded the top. “Oh, oops,” he tugged his shirt past his chest, laughing a hearty laugh, “didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“Y-You’re… You’re not…”

“Nah,” Jyushimatsu shook his head, “binders get in the way.”

“But no bra ?”

“Top or bottom!”

“Uh… Bottom.” With a wiggle, Jyushimatsu sat on his butt and took his shorts off, white panties underneath.

“Top or bottom!”

“This isn’t really a game as much as it is you stripping. Should I do something?”

“Okay! Hmmm. Take your shirt off, nii-san.”

Choromatsu did, then took a deep breath. If Jyushimatsu were down to his underwear and Choromatsu still had jeans, he should make it even. He began to unbutton when Jyushimatsu stopped him.

“Top or bottom!”

“Top.”

“Heave-ho!” Jyushimatsu threw his top off, large breasts following his movements. He was always sweaty, an audible wet slap of skin hitting skin when his tits fell back in place - Choromatsu coughed wildly and looked away.

Silently, Choromatsu took off his polo, then started again for his jeans. He was stopped when Jyushimatsu put his hands on Choromatsu’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss him.

It was kind of like kissing a dog - not that Choromatsu had tried that, no, he just assumed it was like this - with a tongue carelessly invading every possible spot it can taste, smooth and slippery along the inside of Choromatsu’s cheeks. It gagged him a little, unsure of how to respond to such a kiss, but Jyushimatsu laughed and pulled back.

“Still not too good at kissin’, nii-san.”

“You use too much tongue, Jyushimatsu,” he replied, though whimpered when Jyushimatsu put his hands on Choromatsu’s hips.

“Yeah, well, whatever.” Using his thumbs, Jyushimatsu undid Choromatsu’s button and pressed another messy kiss, breathing Choromatsu’s noises.

“Jyushi…”

“Top or bottom.”

“Hm,” Jyushimatsu felt his cock within his briefs, pressing the lump. “Bottom.” That was the only thing left, wasn’t it?

With a shove, Choromatsu was pushed on his back, Jyushimatsu pulling his panties down to one side and moving to put his knees around his older brother’s head.

“Hey, nii-san, you like my legs, right?”

“I-I do.”

“What about what’s between them?”

“I like that, too.”

“Cool!” With that, he sat himself on Choromatsu’s face, not quite putting all his weight down but enough to catch the man’s breath.

“Mm!” Choromatsu tried to gasp, hands at Jyushimatsu’s strong thighs.

“Eat up, nii-san!” It didn’t take long for Choromatsu to understand what he needed to do, dragging his tongue along the other’s folders and nipping his clitoris. Lapping up his liquids, Choromatsu reached a hand up to cup his breast when the man on top moved himself back. Jyushimatsu stroked the cock of his older brother within his underwear, Choromatsu twitching in response.

They fell into a rhythm of Choromatsu’s tongue working over Jyushimatsu’s pussy, the latter rubbing out his hard dick.

“Delicious,” the older whispered, drool dribbling down the side of his face. “You taste so good, Jyushi.”

“S-Stop talking,” he whimpered, rolling his hips with a little cry, “I’m close.”

Jyushimatsu gave a squeeze in response to Choromatsu putting his clitoris between his teeth, biting it lightly and tapping at it with his tongue. He bucked his hips up as much as he could with Jyushimatsu sitting on his face, the younger son laughing.

“Feels ama-amazing!” Their rhythm was lost, Jyushimatsu rutting his cunt onto his brother’s face, thighs clenching as he neared orgasm. “Nii-san!” He yelled, throwing his head back as he dripped over Choromatsu’s mouth, his tongue licking him clean through his climactic episode.  

“W-Wait,” Choromatsu mumbled, holding Jyushimatsu’s wrist. “Get off for a sec.”

“Eh?” Doing as told, Jyushimatsu climbed off. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Choromatsu eased the other onto his back and lifted his legs, thighs together. Moving in close, he lined his weeping cock between the muscles of Jyushimatsu’s calves, pushing through with a groan.

“You can... Squeeze… Not too hard…” the third son tried to speak but was trying to focus on the muscles he ran his dick through. Jyushimatsu laughed and rubbed the head every time it peaked through.

Letting his knees lose their composure, Choromatsu put all his weight in his hips and fucked Jyushimatsu’s thigh-highs, feeling the foreskin peel back with every thrust, the fifth son spreading precum across the tip.

“Fuck, Jyushi…” his head dropped, eyes fixating on Jyushimatsu’s breasts. The large, pink nipples were hard, dancing with every push of their legs together.

“I want you to cum,” Jyushimatsu whispered, face still buzzed over in post-orgasmic ecstasy.

“God, I’m gonna… I’m cumming…” quickly decided where he should shoot, he pulled himself out and positioned himself back on his knees, keeping Jyushimatsu’s legs together. “Ffffuck,” he hissed, pumping his cock across his brother’s thighs, soiling the leggings with his thick cum, dripping from his hand onto the fabric.

They were silent, Choromatsu getting on his back beside his brother, the two wrapping their arms around each other. The elder buried his face within Jyushimatsu’s breasts, inhaling the dampness of his skin as Jyushimatsu laughed and pet his hair.

“I told you I got the good kind,” Jyushimatsu laughed, chest vibrating.

“They were good.”

“But now I’m sleepy.”

“Me too.”

“Cuddle?”

“We already are.”

“Mm, yeah, but we should put our clothes back on ‘fore anyone comes home.”

“Keep the thigh highs on?”

“They’ve got nut on ‘em.”

“We’ll deal with that later.”

“Yessir!”