TOKYO RUMBA

I am sitting on the edge of my bed, a band of sunlight, soft, lying faintly warm across my naked thighs. It's the same bed, in the same room, that I've had all my life. A narrow twin bed beneath a big window and it has served my twin brother, Yuki, and I well…a safe haven for the bewildered children we once were and a cotton-draped secret garden of sorts for the lovers we have become. The soft rich colors of the 'Fruits' comforter are still my favorites and the fabric smells like fresh laundry and is faintly stiff from drying in the sun.

The comforter is caressing my lightly stroking fingertips and warming beneath my thighs. I close my eyes, savoring the feel and the feelings. One of the things I love most in this world is to be naked on this bed feeling the slight roughness of cool cotton on my back as the warm weight of Yuki presses me deeper. When this life of mine is over--if nothing else remains of what once was--if I can remember the feel of sun-roughened cotton, the smell of Yuki's warm naked skin and the taste of his kiss sweet on my mouth, then I will not regret a single moment spent with him in this bed.

Yuki is kneeling at my feet. I watch him as he sits back on bare heels, tilting his head, critically surveying his work. Long fingers reach out to smooth a wayward frill on the cuff of my lacey sock. His beautiful face intent, he strokes scratchy red lace, his hand looking very large and very male. He touches a stubborn ruffle gently, lightly shaping it to his satisfaction.

Looking at him, his face, his hands stroking lace…I crave him. A chill shivers across my shoulders and my nipples tighten, tingling. I know that very soon he will be petting the velvety petals of my sex with that same attention to detail. His fingers will slip into my tender slit, my breath will rush from my body and when he stirs those same hot fingers inside me…oh god…

Anticipation tightens things low in my tummy. Eagerness swells and softens the hidden, tightly furled lips of my pussy. My breath hitches, deepens. I bite my lip and then I'm not breathing because I'm creaming, dampening my panties, and it just feels so sweet. My flesh, my body, shifts, fidgets, making room for Yuki. My want of him, my desire for him, takes me from myself, and makes me maybe just a little crazy. If I felt this way about anyone else, it would be frightening. But with Yuki…with Yuki, I just like the way he feels under my skin.

"Yuki, I'm starting the think you might be a pervert." I laugh, but my heart is fluttering, hunger pressing from my womb into my chest, making my voice husky, my laughter breathy.

"Yui," Yuki swivels his head looking for my Mary Jane's. "I've been fucking my twin sister since I figured out the difference between boys and girls." Absently, with an endearing sort of adoration, he touches my calf and strokes the skin with the backs of his fingers. I shiver. "Of course I'm a pervert, idiot. Where's the other shoe?" Having found one shoe, he continues searching for the other.

"I think you're at least supposed to pretend to deny it, or something." My body hums with the heavy promise in those lightly skimming fingers. Sweet little jolts are sparking in my belly but I'm unable not to sputter a laugh at his nonchalant acceptance of his "perversion".

"Here it is! Voila!" His French pronunciation sucks, but Yuki discovers the missing shoe, not missing, in plain view beside him. "Was it here the whole time?" he asks me with an unintentionally sweet half-smile, an eyebrow quirking a lazy inquiry.

The madness of lust recedes a little as an insanity of another sort bands my chest, steals my breath, something huge and sweet and very sad curling around my heart. I nod an affirmative and smile at him. If my stupid lips are quivering just a little, surely he won't notice.

Yuki eases my right foot into one of the clunky platform shoes. My foot looks very small, very frivolous, in his calloused hands. Careful of his perfectly formed scarlet frills, Yuki buckles each shoe with a gentle deliberateness and hands that tremble ever so slightly. The chunky soles make my ankles look smaller than they actually are, fragile even, beneath the scarlet nylon ruffles.

Setting my foot flat on the floor Yuki surveys the finished product. His breathing has quickened and the fly of his uniform pants is tented from the pressure of an erection. I want very much to unzip his pants and feel that erection cleaving me, pushing into my tummy over and over until he whispers my name and explodes so deep inside me that some part of him will always be there.

"Perfect." he breathes, his eyes running over me slowly, starting at the rounded toes of my Mary Jane's. "You're perfect, little sister."

Blushing, embarrassed but unspeakably grateful that he thinks so, I can't resist reaching out and tugging a lock of his hair. It feels like warm rough silk against my fingertips and I know I will never love anyone the way I love him. "You really are a pervert and you might be developing a foot fetish, too. When did that happen?" I tease, but I think I'm only half kidding about the foot fetish part.

Yuki laughs softly. Parting my thighs, he slides his body between them and delicately kisses the tip of my left breast. "Puberty. Birth, maybe. With my first wet dream about you, surely…" Now his lips sip softly on my right nipple. "I began my decent into perversion, fetishism," he pauses, thinking, eyes on his hands, watching as they shape the slight, silken mounds of my breasts, "though actually, technically, I think it's only a fetish if…"

"If you put me on a leash and make me bark like a dog…? Woof!" I grin into Yuki's eyes. My next "woof" is muffled against his lips, against that mouth that I think I would sell my soul to kiss.

"Shut-up, Yui," he orders, but I can hear the laughter in his voice, see it in his eyes. His hands, hot and hard, flex on the long muscles of my thighs.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to cater to your dominate fetish and beg you not to tie me up? Or am I supposed to beg you to tie me up…?" Smiling, I stick my tongue out at him and quick as a snake he's on his knees pulling my face down to his.

"Is that for me?" he asks of my tongue, and then he sucks it into his mouth in one fervent tug.

Yuki eats at my mouth like it's candy. Licking, chewing, sucking. Rubbing his hot slippery tongue against mine, loving me, fucking my mouth with slow deep strokes. He touches me nowhere except a hand on each side of my head holding me at the angle he wants. My eyes close and I don't fall into the kiss so much as dive into it. Dizzy, I hang onto the heavy bones of his wrists, his skin warm and smooth, his pulse throbbing beneath the soft pads of my fingers.

My whole body is pulsing in time to Yuki's kiss. When he releases my lips his hands are cradling my face. I keep my eyes closed for a moment, reveling in the sweet sting of well-kissed lips. Yuki is panting just inches away and the warm gust of his breath is drying his saliva on my lips. Warm and liquid, desire trickles between my legs.

"Standup." Yuki's whispered command is no less forceful for the fact it is whispered, but he is unable to resist tongue painting the swollen curve of my lips one last time before he releases me.

I blink at him, breathing heavy, kiss-muddled, and then I do as he asks for the simple reason, he asked.

Yuki is on his knees at my feet. He sits back on his heels, surveying the me he has created. Standing there in my room while sun dies behind me, I'm very aware that I'm almost naked and Yuki, other than his bare feet, is still fully clothed in his school uniform.

My hair is brushed into the loose stubby ponytails he loves so much. My little titties are bare and my soft pink nipples are tiny tingling points. My panties, a gift from Yuki, are red bikini-cut rumba panties that ride low on my hips. The entire seat is crossed horizontally with tight narrow rows of ruffles. The panties are tiny and flounced and such an intense red they make my skin look like pale honey.

My womb twists and inside slick swollen lips, my clit throbs when I remember how, not speaking, Yuki lovingly eased the ruffle-seated panties up my legs. The skin of his knuckles felt rough skimming the outside of my legs and he covered the swollen folds of my sex only after he placed a tender kiss on the smooth skin of my pubis, grinned at me and whispered, "Rumba panties…let's dance."

Yuki can't keep his hands off the rows of closely pleated fabric running across my bottom or his mouth off of the tiny pink crests of my breasts. I can feel his fingers rippling, flexing, as he kneads ruffles and the round cheeks of my ass while his mouth chews and sucks my small nipples. He runs his hands down the backs of my thighs and I am dizzy with the truth that those kendo-toughened palms are the absolute most perfect texture in the world for giving pleasure to my skin.

Yuki's mouth moves from side to side, roughly worrying, drawing on beaded flesh until my normally soft pink nipples are diamond hard and abraded to a painful flush. I'm panting and keening and squirming. I cup my breasts and feed the tiny distended nipples and swollen areolas between his lips. Yuki moans deep in his chest. He opens his mouth wide and he's devouring me with wet sucking smacks and every time he draws hard on the tip, it tugs my womb and tightens that knot inside me a little tighter.

I reach for Yuki, wanting to touch him, but without looking at me he captures my hands and returns them to the slight swell of my chest. Again I reach for him, but he stops me. So I stand there caressing my breasts with hands shaking from desire, and watch him watch the glide of his hands down the pale gold skin of my legs.

The height and bulk of side buckle platform shoes and frilly red socks, as he planned, give me a little-girl-gone-bad-Lolita quality. My limbs appear long and coltish beneath the broad palms of his tough brown hands and the contrast between us…soft to hard…male to female…brother to sister…makes me cant my hips forward just a little, my body trying to draw him to the creaming flesh at the apex of my thighs.

"Yuki…" I gasp when his hands find the ruffles on my bottom again and he uses his grip to widen the crevice of my ass before mashing my cheeks back together. He repeats the process again. And then, again. I squirm in his grasp, needy little moans escaping with every breath. The small slippery lips of my pussy are forced apart and pushed back together, again and again, tiny muscles clenching. My engorged clit pulses and I further dampen the crimson fabric between my legs with each sweet contraction of my cunt.

I massage Yuki's scalp and kiss his mouth with the best kind of desperation. I use my tongue to lap at his lips and the straight line of my teeth to worry his sulky lower lip. I eat at him and mash my mouth to his until our lips flatten against our teeth and it hurts. Lips stinging, throbbing, feeling huge, I ghost my mouth across his, barely touching, until Yuki can't stand the itching-tickle and moaning low in his chest, he presses into me, biting my swollen lips until I taste blood. God, I love the way pain stings so sweetly when he does that…

Yuki comes to his feet in a smooth slither of lean muscles and grace and I am awed, as always, by the ease with which Yuki moves through space. My hands find the smooth abrasion of his jacket, wending beneath it to the smoother white cotton of his shirt. Damp heat is radiating off of him. I burrow my nose into his cloth-covered chest and inhale deeply, breathing in warm spice, deodorant, laundry detergent and a faint chemical dry cleaning smell from his jacket. The busy fingers of my left hand try to slide between his buttons and find bare flesh while the right tries to slip into his pants

"No." Yuki tells me, moving my hands to his neck.

I'm aware that I'm making kittenish, hungry, sounds. I try to stop but every indrawn breath is accompanied by a tiny needy little mew. I stretch my body, arms going around his neck and I quiver, my hips, the very flesh on my bones reaching for him. I undulate, rubbing my body, my breasts, against Yuki's clothed form. A button from his blazer abrades my tiny nipple and I gasp, moan. I repeat the movement, again, glorying in the sharp cold bite of the brass against my tender flesh.

Yuki's hands, warm and slightly damp, are on my face, my neck…kneading my breasts and clutching my hips, snugging me tighter against the cooler fabric of his uniform, and beneath it, the lean muscles of his rangy body. Fingernails chafe ruffles with a nylon murmur. Yuki sighs my name and his teeth worry the bones of my collar.

I can't breathe. Something huge is trying to escape from my body and I'm afraid it might be my soul. It's growing from that spot right below the flexible bone of my sternum. Large and growing larger with each draw, each noisy, catchy, rush of air I drag into my lungs, it presses back and I can't breathe.

Yuki turns me with shaking hands until I am facing away from him. I am gasping as if I'm drowning, and somewhere in my fogged brain, I understand that it's true. I am drowning, without fear, in Yuki and reveling in it. Instinctively I move back until I'm touching him, trying to align us, his pegs to my notches. When he forces me away from his body I whimper at the distance and look back at him over my shoulder. Confused. Aching. Wanting.

Yuki looks at me and moans. He kisses my already puffy mouth a little roughly and when he pulls away, I follow his lips, trying to turn my body back around to face him.

"No." He reinforces his command with his hands on my shoulders. With every labored breath, he stirs the wispy black strands of hair at the nape of my neck. "Don't turn around and I'll teach you how to do the Tokyo Rumba."

I snort and try to laugh at his lunacy, but I feel him moving behind me and I can only gasp his name and shift restlessly in my skin. I am holding my breath. My desire for what only he can give to me licks my belly with fire. Anticipating, my muscles soften, then tense, then melt. Yuki moves close, not quite touching, and inhales deeply, breathing the scent of me. He is close enough that the very air heats and stirs, silking along my skin like the touch of a ghost. My heart pauses, stutters, and resumes beating. My body, my being, quivers in anticipation of him, of his touch.

I stand facing the big window over my bed. The sky beyond my window, beyond the trees, is that color of setting suns for which there no name. A color that is neither red nor orange. The room glows with apricot light and shadows deepen with each passing second, with each heartbeat. Half naked, drowning in my desire, my skin painted to radiance by colors that have no name, I know that I am changed in these moments with Yuki. Changed forever. Changed in ways I have no name for, perhaps, but changed.

A tiny bird is balanced on the birdfeeder on my windowsill, watching his own reflection with reptilian alertness. I hear the rustle of cloth and I listen breathlessly for the jangle of Yuki's belt buckle signifying that at any moment his is going bend me sweetly over the bed, slip the frilly panties down to my knees and work the swollen girth of his cock into me.

He takes both my wrists in his hand, and I bend forward, eagerly giving him access to my weepy little cunt. Yuki stops the forward momentum of my body and pulls both arms behind my back, holding them there. The small taut mounds of my breast are thrust forward, my back arching from the pressure of his hold. My little pink nipples are puffy and fiercely erect from Yuki's sucking mouth, his chewing teeth. I look at myself and I'm aroused by this evidence of my sexual arousal…of lust…of desire…of fucking…of my brother's mouth loving me. I feel the cool glide of slick fabric slither across the pale crook of my elbows and something low and deep and darkly sexual clenches and rolls in my belly.

I am very still now. My heart is beating in huge slow thumps, like a taiko drum, echoing in my head and in the walls of my sex until I imagine that the room is pulsing, like too much bass on your stereo makes the walls writhe as if they are living. I understand now that something different is happening.

In all that Yuki and I have done…all those acts both sacred and profane. The sins so beautiful, so nasty, so wonderful, in all that, he has never done this. He has never bound me in with anything except lust, desire, love.

My body quivers as my brain recognizes the threat. I look back at him, eyes wide, unsure. He meets my eyes and not for the first time I see something in my brother that is very close to ruthlessness. I wait for words of comfort, for him to say we can stop anytime. I wait for him to say that what we are doing won't include anything that I don't want.

"This is the part, little-girl-Yui…" Yuki says, his voice deepening to something dangerous as he continues to wrap the silky fabric of his red and gold necktie around my forearms, from elbows to wrists. "This is the part where you beg me not to tie you up…"

Yuki's tie feels sleek against my skin the same way his hands feel rough. Holding my breath, I can hear blood thundering in my body and a periodic, very faint, crackling-hiss where the calluses on Yuki's hands are catching on the tiny fibers of the tie.

"Just relax, baby..." He pulls my bonds tighter, curving the long thin muscles of my body. My wrists are bound at the small of my back, my elbows almost touching. My fingers, pinkies riding the cleft of my bottom, lay along the tops of my ass cheeks, fingertips barely grazing red ruffles. His breath tickles the skin on my neck, sending gooseflesh across my shoulders. "Just follow my lead, love."

I watch him over my shoulder trying to catch his eye, but he deliberately avoids my gaze. His eyes are on my bound arms, watching his own fingers glide up and down the puffy little mounds created where the tie is sinking into my flesh.

My fingers, resting on my cheeks, are reflexively, nervously, worrying the edge of the ruffles.

"I want to fuck you." His voice is hoarse and I am as addicted to the tight need, the sex, in that voice as any junkie is to their fix. "I always want to do that when I can see you." His lips, damp and hot, are touching my ear. "Did you know that? Did you know that if I can see you, baby girl, I want to put my cock in that sweet tiny pink slit and fuck you until we cream all over each other?" Yuki is breathing as if something heavy is riding the rise and fall of his chest and his words are delivered on a draft of scorching air that calls another wave of gooseflesh from my sensitized skin.

I shiver and I can't speak because my mouth is dry and I can't seem to draw enough oxygen into my starving lungs. All the air in my body is being consumed by the blood pumping frantically to my heart in an effort to keep it from simply exploding.

"Is fucking my juicy little sister a perversion or a fetish?" His teeth sink into the delicate tendon between my neck and shoulder. I jerk, pussy creaming sodden panties.

"I think this might be a case…" Yuki pinches my nipples, hard. Pain stops my words and then pleasure ripples through me, scrambling my thoughts, forcing my bowed body up on tiptoe.

"Hmm?" The inquisitive noise he vibrates against my ear is both sinister and seductive. I want to laugh because I think he's joking but I can't laugh because something like fear is mixing with arousal and I'm dizzy on cocktail.

"I think…" I falter, desire and darker things making me weak, breathless. "…it's both…and exactly when did you start channeling de Sade?"Yuki's laughter is a nearly soundless, unholy reverberation that does nothing to allay the tiny, heady prickles of unease twitching in the back of my brain. He reaches between us and rubs the seat of my panties with both hands. His erect cock bumps the crevice of my bottom with a hard thump. "God, I love your narrow little ass." His words are guttural. Pulling away he does it, again…and again, until he isn't humping so much as slapping my ass and bound hands with the cloth covered bat of his erection.

"De Sade? You think I'm a sadist? Perversion, fetishism, sadism… What's next? Communism?" Yuki strokes my wet crotch with his middle finger, still buffeting me from behind with his cock.

"Yeah, well, '…to each according to their need…' or something like that." My paraphrasing of the Marxist ideal is mostly whimpered and behind my back, my fingers scrabble, catching at ruffles and the denser fabric of his pants. "And I need, Yuki," I breathe in a hoarse little whisper that draws a noticeable shudder from Yuki, "I need you so much it hurts."

I'm tense, my body drawn like a bow. My chest is canted at an unnaturally forward angle, rising, falling, shivering with my panting. Tied like I am my breasts are thrusting out demanding attention. I'm uncomfortable and aroused and my very helplessness is stirring me. Yuki's hand is between my legs. His finger rasps across my clit and reflexively my hips follow his hand.

"Yui…" he is speaking so low and so rough that he sounds like he's growling and for a moment my chest constricts with such pressure that I'm sure I'm dying. "All day I've been waiting to see you in those panties…all day… I'm just about crazy with the urge to fuck you…" His hands tighten painfully on my hips. "Because I know exactly what's inside those pretty red panties."

So saying, Yuki eases his hand down the front of my underwear. His calloused fingertips feel the soft skin of my mound in crazy little circles that skate across, but not into the slippery "V" notch at the top of my wet sex. I watch his hand move inside my panties with wordless little whimpers. I am unspeakably turned on by the clear ridge of his knuckles moving under the scarlet nylon…how his pinky and ring fingers slip out from beneath the elastic at my leg, and how more than half of his hand is visible at the top. Those little low-slung rumba panties and the mound of my sex look small, almost too small, beneath Yuki's wide palm and long fingers. I quiver under his touch, rolling my hips, longing to feel one of those seemingly huge fingers to sliding into my tight creamy channel, pushing in, stretching me, filling me...

Yuki's hand eases out of my panties with a rough skin on fabric hiss.

"Yuki…" I hear the mournful desperation in my voice.

"Inside those little tiny panties..." Yuki's voice, rough, sounds like he's swallowed glass. He splays his right hand across my stomach, hipbone to hipbone, massaging my tummy and beneath that, my womb. My skin looks pale underneath his darker hand and the panties look very red. I move against his touch, needy, caressing him back. His left hand finds my breasts, pinching, rubbing, tugging. His prick finds the cleft of my bottom and the awkward clasp of my hands with short humping thrusts.

"Inside those tight little panties…your little pussy is so fucking wet and creamy." Goosebumps shiver down my body and my pussy melts, crying for his words, pleading for his touch. "Inside those panties you're so fucking wet and creamy…and you taste like me." He twists my nipple and I gasp at the sharp stab of pain followed almost immediately with molten pleasure.

"Yuki…ngh…yes…" I moan at the pleasure, the pain, at his words.

"Aren't you going to beg me not to tie you up, Yui?" Yuki asks me, a tease in his voice and in the pinky toying with the elastic band riding low on my tummy.

I'm vibrating with arousal and I can see that the hand that Yuki is rubbing my puffy breasts with is shaking, too.

"No…please don't tie me up." I murmur weakly and with an obvious lack of conviction. "I don't want you to tie me up, Yuki. Please don't fuck me hard and sweet. Please don't screw your fat cock into me however you want to." I lean back and rub my head against his chest, trying to take comfort and give it at the same time in spite of the tease. "Don't make me do things that a good girl wouldn't do." Looking at him over my shoulder, playing along, I whisper in my best phone-sex voice, breathless with genuine breathlessness, "Please, Yuki, don't make me do something nasty…like fuck my brother…"

Yuki can't suppress a shiver at my words and he gives me a quick, wicked grin. He doesn't speak. Instead, leading me, he walks over to my desk and after turning the strait-back chair out to face the room, he sits. I'm confused and I stand there, between his knees, feeling my half-assed ponytails slipping and breathing the dizzying scent of Yuki and sex in fast little open-mouthed gasps. My shoulders are burning and my desire for him is so huge that my skin is too small to hold it all.

I tremble.

I quiver.

I lean forward and mash his lips with mine, crowding my body closer trying to crawl onto his lap, to crawl inside him from the mouth. The outsides of my thighs rub the insides of his. From side to side I'm sway, my body undulating, kissing him as if I'll die if I stop. Yuki's hands run up and down my body from calves, across the frills on my ass, up aching arms, to my shoulders over and over, until finally, using his grip on my shoulders, he forces me away from his mouth. He is panting and his mouth is wet. I want to eat the taste of us from his lips so very bad. That desire presses me against his restraining hands, leaning my body into him, I'm whimpering, yearning for his flavor.

"Please, brother," I whisper, hungry eyes on his lips, straining toward him, "please…"

"No. You're mine. I'm going to make you do bad things…do wicked things to you… It's much too late, now…" Yuki leans forward and takes an engorged pink nipple into his mouth. My head falls back and though it is impossible to thrust my chest out any further, my breasts feel like they swell, growing to meet his hands and mouth. Nipping, sucking, biting me, Yuki feasts. His teeth worry the lines of my ribs, his tongue slips into the tight crevice under my arm, tickling, nibbling the skin of my torso. He presses hard into the shallow well of my belly button and it feels so good that the muscles in my stomach contract painfully. He laves, he nips, until helpless, my skin quivers and jumps when he merely exhales against it.

I can't even hang on. All I can do moan and squirm, instinctively tugging at my bonds, and clench my thighs in an effort to hunch my wet panties against the sweet folds of my sex. I try to remember to breathe. I want to touch him. I tighten the quaking muscles of my puss, so close to orgasm that a single touch to the sleek pink flesh would send me over.

"Get on your knees, baby."

I stare stupidly at Yuki for a moment, brain fogged by sex and pleasure, his saliva cooling the hot skin of my nipples. Yuki makes a sound, animal, hoarse, impatient. He pulls my head down kisses my mouth roughly, teeth hard on my lower lip. Sucking on my tongue, his hands move from my head to my shoulders and he presses down, forcing me to my knees.

I sit back on my heels, my lips wet and swollen. The rubber heels of my Mary Jane's push into the lower slope of my buttocks and I can feel the scratchy rub of the lacy socks on the backs of thighs, just below the elastic leg band of my panties. The pinewood floor, color mellowed, is smooth and cool against my knees, my shins.

Yuki is looking down at me, still fully clothed, less shoes and tie. The thick bulge of his erection looks mammoth from this angle. I feel small looking up at him. Once again, the difference in our sizes is very evident. Arousal pulses painfully in my womb and reflexively I spread my legs a little, an invitation to be filled, to be filled by Yuki. I can feel the crotch of the wet panties pressing tight against my crevice and slipping into it just a bit with the widening of my legs.

I gaze up at him, almost naked, eyes pleading, my lips quivering, trembling. I'm open to him. Needing.

"This is how I picture you." Yuki whispers, his voice very tight, very low. "Like this. This is how I see you in my mind while we're sitting in class..." His index finger traces the swollen bow of my mouth, itching and tickling the sensitive membranes. "String Theory or conjugating English verbs, this is how I picture you. Kneeling in front of me…little titties rubbed red from my mouth…little puss wet and swollen for me…the lips pressing so tight up against the crotch of your panties that I can see your slit…" His voice tightens, constricts, his eyes close and the hand that is touching my lips, fists.

"God, Yui, I look at you like this and I'm about to cum..." His breathing is choppy.

He's flushed, gleaming with a fine mist of perspiration. He's not touching me. He is staring at the crotch of my red panties, at my pussy lips pressed tight against thin crimson fabric that is stained with my dew. He is rubbing the palms of his hands up and down his thighs with a rhythmic shushing noise, fingers flexing, just breathing.

"All day, every day…" Yuki's voice is soft. "I sit beside you at the table, on the train, in class, and god, Yui, all I can think about is what it feels like to be inside you." His hands stopping chafing his thighs and curl into loose fists.

The room is very quiet except for the thunder of my heart.

"I like the way you look…tied-up…on the floor at my feet. All Lolita, like this, I've tied you up and now I can do anything to you. I can keep you like this until Ryo gets home." He leans down until he's face to face with me. His breath touches my lips when he breathes, "Because I don't care if he catches us."

At the mention of Ryo, our older brother, my heart skips a little but I'm far enough gone that I don't panic. Instead, my pussy tingles, quivering, imagining quiet Ryo coming home and finding his little sister tied up and so obviously needing to be fucked. Or else coming home and finding his little brother fucking his little sister. What would he do?

"I don't care if he catches us." Yuki repeats and in that single crystal clear moment, my body swollen, voluptuous, needy with love and high on sex, I decide that I don't care either.

Yuki opens his pants and frees his fiercely swollen cock. Sticky with precum the head is plum shaped and angry purple. He strokes it, milking, and more clear fluid wells out. With his free hand he cups the back of my head and pulls me forward. His body's heat flows across my face with an almost tangible presence. I smell musk and the spicy scent of Yuki. Holding his fat erection steady with one hand and my head in the other, he rubs the slimy tip against my lips, painting them with glossy lubrication.

Instinctively I open my mouth, trying to catch the salty fluid. My lips touch the hot slimy head of his cock, and it pulses more of his warm fluids into my mouth. My tongue laps the velvety skin and it tastes so good I hum.

"God, yes…" I hear Yuki hiss. "Lick it off. Yes, baby, yes…"

He's cradling my head so that the palms of his hands are over my ears. I hear his voice but mostly I hear the sound of my heart beating in my ears and the noise of my tongue scraping my teething as I lick his cock. I hear the click in my throat when I swallow and the roaring saw of my frantic breathing.

"Now put it in your mouth…suck me."

Bound and mostly deaf, I close my eyes. Blind, now, I slide my hot little mouth as far down his shaft as I can go. My lips are stretched and my tongue is pressing against the ridge that runs under the head. Lights are kaleidoscoping behind my eyelids. I try to swallow, kneading the hard flesh with my tongue. I gag and Yuki uses my hair to slide me up his erection. He pulls me up and I immediately slide back down…up and down…sucking, loving him with my mouth and my soul.

Distantly I hear Yuki chanting, "Little sister, little sister…" And now he's taken over, he's sliding my mouth up and down his fat rod to the same rhythm as his chanting, using my mouth to fuck his cock. My stubby ponytails are wedged between the middle and index fingers of both his hands and his thumbs are stroking my eyebrows in time to his shallow, quickening thrusts.

.

"Yui!" He pulls me all the way off of his cock with a loud soggy pop since I am reluctant in my release of him. Mournfully I watch his penis thump and pulse, trying to cum a breath away from my hungry mouth. Yuki holds me away when I reach for that writhing flesh with my tongue.

I look up at him, his hands still cradling my face. Absently I'm aware that my hips are humping air and my sex is aching, pulsing and so very empty.

"Yuki, why'd you stop?" I whisper, whimpering, "Don't you want to feed me your spunk?"

Yuki stiffens and his hands spasm. His eyes close and precum oozes out of the shaft so close to my face, my mouth. Eyes still shut he whispers tightly, "Don't make me cum, Yu."

"But I want you to." I whisper back and open my just fucked mouth like a baby bird, waiting for him to feed me.

"Shit." Yuki is suddenly all frantic movement. He lifts me off my knees and stands me in front of him. I wobble, stiff from kneeling and unable to steady myself without my arms.

"Yuk, what…?"

"Shut-up, baby." Yuki's hands steady me. "Just shut-up. You're tied up, dammit, I'm supposed to be the one in frickin' control."

Pressing his knees together, Yuki guides me by my hips until I'm straddling his legs. My legs are spread wide. In this position, the swollen lips of my pussy separate inside my soggy ruffled panties. I mew a little and try to angle myself where I can rub my slit against Yuki. Thwarting me, he spreads his legs. Then he slides me up his thighs, using his hands to force my legs open even further.

"Now I'm going to make you do something nasty...you're going to fuck your brother…" He's panting, draping my panty covered pussy over the hard hot press of his cock, humping my slimy crotch. "I get to put my cock in that tight little hole."

Yuki slides the crotch of my panties to one side. His fingers are electric against the wet pink flesh that unfurls at his touch. Groaning, with an ever deepening pitch, he slides one arm under my bottom and lifts me onto the thick jut of his erection. I'm soaking wet, but tight and swollen, and he has to grip my shoulders and work himself into me.

I absolutely can't breathe. I have never been so full of his cock. I take shallow little breaths because there isn't room inside me for more than that. Though it's impossible, Yuki's cock feels huge, as if it might be so high inside me that it is even displacing the air in my lungs. My panty-covered bottom is resting on his plump balls and his pubic hair is tickling the sleek naked skin of my mound. Straddling him, my feet aren't touching the ground and I'm aroused by how large his hands look resting on my hips…how large his cock looks disappearing into the tiny slick folds of my partially obscured slit.

The fabric of his uniform pants feels strange, naughty, against my naked thighs.

"You're so fucking hot, Yu…so fucking sweet." Yuki whispers against my neck, licking me. "I want to put cum inside you." He withdraws a little and gives me a shallow thrust. Again, and my clit tingles and stars explode in my head. "Every time my cock slides in I can feel the scrape of your panties down the side." He strokes into me, rubbing himself into my tight sheath and against rougher fabric.

I moan.

"Do you know how much I love to pull your panties aside and fuck you? Any idea how much I love knowing that I can just pull aside the crotch my little sister's panties…fuck that creamy little puss…?" His strokes increase and the knot inside me twists. His hands slide under my bound arms and his thumbnails scrape my nipples. He lifts me, bounces me, forcing me up and down on his fat rod.

"Yuki…I…oh..." His words, the feel of him stuffing himself inside me, over and over, bumping the bottom of my sheath, climbing into my womb…it's too much.

I come. I fall. I tumble. My chest constricts, body seizes, and the elastic walls of my sex tighten, pulse and grab and tug at his thrusting cock. I moan and twist in his hands, coming, while he screws himself into my clenching hole in ever shorter more brutal slams until he can't breathe.

Yuki freezes, cock buried inside me as far as he can force himself. His beautiful face is twisted with pleasure. Short dark bangs are spiky with sweat. His eyes squeeze closed. He's not breathing. Short discordant half-strokes and full body thrusts and then he chokes, "Baby," into my mouth, his muscles rigid.

With his left hand he presses my cheek into his uniform jacket and shirt so tightly that the buttons are going to leave marks on my skin. His right hand, so hot, presses against the soft damp skin at the small of my back, holding my hips immobile so his balls can push all his sweet creamy cum into my womb. I breathe in short shallow breaths riding the aftershocks and reveling in his hot twitchy thumps as his cock bathes my sex with his ropey seed.

Drifting on the afterglow, time passes unnoticed, seconds or minutes, I can't say. I am draped across Yuki's lap, still impaled on his mostly hard cock. My body is boneless, satiated for the moment. Gradually, his grip on me loosens and the cacophony beat of his heart quiets. I can smell sweat and the tang of sex, and beeswax from the wooden chair.

Yuki's hands are absently toying with the ruffles on my ass and my numb fingers. He is humming softly when he unties me. His chest vibrates and echoes beneath my ear and I smile because I think I recognize what might be a snappy Latin beat. His hands gently knead the circulation back into my stiff muscles.

"Was that the Tokyo Rumba?" I ask lazily against his shirt. My shoulders ache and as blood resumes normal flow, my limbs are screaming, cramping mercilessly. I flex my hands involuntarily; otherwise, I maintain my position, allowing Yuki to work to the knotted muscles until pain becomes pleasure.

Yuki's laughter purrs beneath my ear, a velvet rumble that vibrates his cock inside me. My head lolls back languidly, my eyes close and my cum-creamy sheath reflexively tightens around him with a slow deep throb. My lips curl with feline satisfaction. Sweet desire, barely cooled, twists through my sex and wraps me tightly around him.

Yuki gasps. "Yeah, 'The Tokyo Rumba'…or maybe 'The Sadist Samba'…or 'The Tied-up Two-Step'…" I can hear the smile in his breathless voice. "You might say it's the ultimate in dirty dancing…"

"How about 'The Bondage Ballet'?" Head still lolled back on climax-weakened neck muscles, I point my toes and smile at the shadowed ceiling. I hear the vertebra in my neck pop like tiny firecrackers. "I think you might be embracing your inner pervert a bit too enthusiastically, neh?"

"'Inner pervert'?" Yuki snorts, laughing. "I love you, Yu."

He flows to his feet, his hands banded beneath my bottom and he dances, twirling us around the small floor space. Reflexively, I embrace him, squealing, laughing. My arms feel like rubber and are next to useless as a means of maintaining my position. Yuki is humming like a mad man and the meaty little smacks his bare feet are making on the pinewood floor act as a percussion accompaniment of sorts for his insane jig. He is spinning so quickly that the only thing I can see clearly in the shadowed room is his laughing face. Everything else is just pretty light and velvety blurs.

Yuki suddenly bends at the waist, forcing my body into a dip. Dizzy, my world teeters one way and then slowly starts wobbling back the other. My exhausted legs clutch his hips but the slippery fabric of his pants is unstable and my arms, weakened, can't hold on. My panicked little squeak ends with an embarrassingly loud grunt when I thump onto my bed. Yuki rides me down, straddling me, pinning me.

"Thought I dropped you, huh?" Yuki is laughing at me, imitating my panicked bleating.

Breathless, I look up at him, a man-child drawn from late summer shadows and glazed in a color that is nameless and slowly fading. He is smiling at me. Something huge and sweet warms my soul. I kiss his curved mouth softly, reverently. In time, if I remember nothing else, I will remember this taste, how sweet, the taste of his kiss on my lips.

And I will also remember how, when--in retaliation for mocking me--I catch as much of the fine hair on his arm as I can between my front teeth and pull…Yuki squeals like a girl.