Sano Manjiro x Reader : Just like Him

The first time you met Manjiro, you tilted your head as you looked back and forth between the eight-year-old boy and your boyfriend. The same dark, pitch-black eye color. The same cute nose. Even the same curve of their lips was identical. You chuckle softly and your eyes crinkle just a bit as the realization settles in happily.

"He looks just like you." You comment with a smile.

"Doesn't he?" Shinichiro grins, ruffling the boy's blond hair.

You giggle at how the boy immediately shoves his older brother's hand off of his head. You place a hand on your knee as you bent over slightly at the waist, meeting eye to eye with the young boy. Your free hand extended out so you could give him a warm handshake.

"Manjiro, right?"

He looks like he wants to pout despite how his eyes look bored. He shakes your hand regardless. "It's Mikey."

"Mikey then." You agree and you give him your name, to which he repeats back to you.

Cute. Very cute. You think to yourself as Mikey sticks around. Both of you watching Shinichiro work on a bike. But your gaze is not on the elaborate machine work of the motorcycle but on Mikey's expression - so wondrous and happy to watch his brother.

The cute little brother that always found his way around Shinichiro's shop and since you were always with Shinichiro… The often teases of how he looked so much like his older brother were a constant between you and Mikey. So, through the next few years, you found yourself adoring the boy and his little sister whenever she came around as well. Years in, always around this family.

Being Shinichiro's girl. Doing what you could for Gramps. Helping with the kids.

Even being called onee-san from time to time by the two cute Sano's.

Late at the shop, kissing Shinichiro while he worked and he would always admire you, adore you, for being so good with Mikey and Emma. Bringing you so close against, whispering against your lips that he would make you a Sano one day as well.

"I mean, you might as well be part of the family," Shinichiro smiled, kissing you sweetly as he leaned against one of the bikes he had put on display for the shop. Closed down for the night already, just the two of you with the dim lights on. "But… Sano got a nice ring to it. Don't it?"

He says your first name loudly and adds his last name to the end of it. Proud of himself for how catchy it sounds to him and to you.

You're far too flustered and overjoyed.

You left the shop that night, cheeks far too warm and glowing to be innocently viewed. You're in such a good mood as you leave Shinichiro's shop. You buy some groceries so that you can end up cooking dinner with Emma.

Then the phone in the living room rings where Gramps and Mikey watched some television.

Happiness isn't ever long-lasting.

"Yes… Speaking… What? An incident?!" Gramps sounds panicked the more he listens to whoever speaks to him over the phone.

"Gramps? What's wrong?" You ask, walking closer as your heart began pounding against your chest.

"Someone broke into Shinichiro's shop."

Your eyes widen but it's Mikey who reacts the fastest, closest and listening to the chittering talk. You were just with Shinichiro an hour ago, what could have happened since then.

The blond boy is out the door faster than you can call his name. You wanted to run after him but Emma grabs your hand and you comfort her as her bottom lip wobbles slightly.

You wished you would have ran after Mikey that night. To protect him just a little.

Instead, you were kneeling between Emma and Mikey, arms around their shoulders and your hands on their heads to hold them close.

Shinichiro's funeral was hard on everyone who knew him.

It was just too hard to be around the family of the man you loved.

Gramps who had given his grandson that somewhat lame, old man humor.

Emma who laughed just like her older brother.

Mikey… Who looked just like Shinichiro…

You can't even mourn when Emma clings to you more than ever and you feel the responsibility that Shinichiro left behind. You hug her, act like the big sister the young girl needed during these hard times.

Mikey, on the other hand, fell more into his small gang - Tokyo Manji Gang he had named it. You had entertained it before for shits and giggles as you sat in Shinichiro's lap with a beer before, enjoying Mikey's stories of delinquency. But now when he came home far too late; you caught him with that loud motorcycle coming into the Sano Estate. The chilling air caught against your bare legs as you stood on the porch in your shorts and sleeping shirt, one of Shinichiro's old shirts.

"Manjiro!" You call out, your hands on your hips and the blond boy turns to look at you. Those black eyes bore into you with his curved lips up in a pout. "Come here." You say sternly, your finger pointing to the spot in front of you.

You don't miss the way he rolls his eyes but he stomps over nonetheless. Dressed in his black uniform, the name of his gang was embroidered into the cloth with gold lettering. You're taller than him still but he's growing little by little and the thought crosses your mind.

Will he get as tall as Shinichiro? Just how much more can this boy look like the love you lost?

When he gets close enough, you reach out and your fingertips graze against a little cut he has on his cheekbone. It's surrounded by a bruise and you feel sympathy towards him. You sigh softly, blinking slowly as he let you caress his cheek.

"Another fight, Manjiro?"

"It's Mikey."

You chuckle. It'll always be Mikey. It has been from the day you met him. The memory of it crashing back into you.

Barely dating Shinichiro for a couple of weeks. Realizing just how much the cute little boy back then looked like the boy you were falling in love with.

And now?

God… Mikey looked just like him, so much like him. Even with the bored frown that he held.

Your lips tremble for just a moment but you swallow down the knot that's forming in your throat from the tidal waves of emotion that rolled over your entire body. You look down for a moment to avoid looking at Mikey with a weak expression and you see his bloody knuckles. Your hand moves from his cheek to reach for his hand. You pull it towards you and sigh softly, gathering together what strength you had in your heart.

"You have to be careful." You tell him softly and he just looks at you, nodding slowly. "Promise me… You'll rely on me. Onee-san will take care of you."

You pull him in close and rest his head against your chest, hugging him tightly as you pet his soft blond hair.

"Promise?"

Mikey turns his head and looks up at you, that's when you realize how you pulled him against your chest.

His face pressed right into your cleavage - looking up at you from between your tits. His cheeks pressed together slightly from their weight against his face. His eyes look up to you, blinking slowly. You can't tell if his cheeks are pink from the bruises or… From something else.

You can't say you don't feel suddenly flustered.

Would his hair be black… Well, you had been in this exact position with his older brother.

"Promise…" His mouth is still between your breasts, his voice muffled slightly but he doesn't move in the slightest to make himself any clearer.

Darn this cute boy for looking just like his late older brother. For looking just like your dead boyfriend. So, you can't stop yourself from missing Shinichiro so much that Mikey is the one you're looking at with such warm, affectionate eyes.

You cup his cheeks and tilt your head down, pecking his puckered lips with your soft ones. Just a little kiss, nothing sexual, nothing heated. Just a small kiss that melted your heart - those lips that you loved to kiss so much just happened to be on this boy.

When you pull away, still holding his warming cheeks in your hands, you realize how healing it felt. No matter how wrong it was for you. Even if you were much older than him. Even if you were supposed to be like an older sister to him. You felt your heart come together just a little bit from feeling his lips against your own.

You swallow down that guilty knot in your throat and you smile at him, just as you had smiled at him for the past years you've known him.

"Go take a bath and go to bed." You try so hard to act like the responsible one. "And stop coming home so late, got it?"

Mikey looks starstruck. A twinkle in his eye with your lip gloss on his top lip.

"Got it?"

"Yeah…" That is all Mikey can mutter out before he's walking into the house towards the bathroom, nearly stumbling as he makes his way.

You watch him until he goes into the bathroom and you lean against the wall, your fingertips against your trembling lips as your face erupts in heat from embarrassment.

You just kissed a twelve-year-old boy and you felt so good.

You blamed it on the fact you never got to properly mourn Shinichiro.

This was all to blame on that. But you became so addicted to Mikey's lips.

A secret just between you and the blond boy - kept in a pinky promise that no one else was to know.

You told yourself over and over. You just wanted one last kiss on Shinichiro's lips, wishing you could before he had died - you would have made it worth it if you had known.

This is the last time; you tell yourself as you kiss Mikey goodnight again when he comes in late like usual. Feeling his lips against yourself. Adoring the blond boy as he chased your lips so sweetly when you pulled away from him, caressing his cheek as his hands crept their way up to your waist. He even held onto you so greedily like Shinichiro would when you would try to leave his side.

This is the last time; you tell yourself as you kiss Mikey at the shrine where he holds his ever-growing gang meetings. None of the boys there dare bother you. You were Shinichiro's girl. You were Mikey's onee-san. So when they all disperse. You bring Mikey in close behind the shrine to give him a kiss for speaking so well in front of everyone. The way he spoke with so much charisma was just like Shinichiro when he was much younger.

This is the last time; you tell yourself as you step into the bath with him, your lips connected with his. Emma got to bath with you so it was only fair that Mikey did too. A kiss on those lips as you mewled softly when he bravely licked into your mouth, his wet naked body against yours. Shinichiro loved lathering soap into comically large bubbles over your tits and it seemed like Mikey did too. His hands being on your chest was the farthest you had gone with him so far. But he was turning you on just as much as his older brother did.

It's always the last time. It's the last time every time. But you never want to stop. You never want to stop feeling his lashes fluttering against your cheeks. You don't want his cute nose to stop bumping against your when he turns his head too eagerly. You couldn't live without his lips melting against yours as he moans softly against your experienced mouth.

And the guilt ate away at you every day. It ate at you whenever you looked at the boy, even if he wasn't innocent as he fought every day but he was still innocent.

The guilt builds within you every day like a black hole but you can't stop.

Now that Shinichiro was gone… You can't live without Mikey.

It's a few days before the New Year and when Emma proudly states she's going to a friend's to spend the night, you smile at her. Gramps lets you know that he'll be spending it at the hot springs with some old friends, other masters from other dojo's.

So… In this, it's your turn to a half-asleep Mikey who stirred his fried egg into some rice.

"I guess it's just you and onee-san this New Year!"

Mikey's eyes blink and he turns to you, staring at you - swallowing hard and then turning back to his food.

That day you cook more than you should have, knowing there will be leftovers stockpiling in the fridge for days to come. Maybe Mikey could invite over all his little friends to rid you of all the extras by then. But for now, you cook all of Shinichiro's favorites.

His favorite sides. His favorite main courses. His favorite desserts. Even his favorite beer sits in a case of six in the fridge. His favorite cigarettes are in the drawer next to the stove.

You made anything that Shinichiro would have stuffed his face with and moaned your name so happily. "Holy shit… Sooo good!" As he shoved more into his mouth.

You wanted to see Mikey enjoy them, too. You want to see the boy have the same satisfied expression on his chubby cheeks as he devoured your cooking. You wanted to see all the expressions that reminded you of Shinichiro.

You feel guilty and unapologetic at the same time. A strange, wondrous emotion to feel all in one but it's something you have been feeling all these months you've taken advantage of Mikey's sweet kisses.

His eager kisses… His greedy hands…

You bite your lip and your thighs squeeze together as you half-minded the sizzling skillet in front of you.

It had been since the day Shinichiro's shop had been broken into that you had been touched by someone else. Arousal wasn't lost to you thought when you took all of Mikey's kisses. You had touched yourself shamelessly countless times, your fingers inside of you as you pressed your other free hand's fingers to your lips to simulate being kissed. When you laid there in a post-orgasmic haze, you wondered if it was Shinichiro or Mikey that your imagination had you so drenched for.

Even just thinking about was making you feel heated and tingling spread through your inner thighs.

You snap out of it as the roaring of Mikey's bike pulls into the house and you can hear him storing it in the garage that Mikey had converted into his room. Most of the things kept of Shinichiro are still stored in there. A small smile on your lips as you turn the flame of the stove off, it was just Mikey's way of coping. You hear his boots drop with the other shoes and he comes in black uniform like usual. He looks so young still even as he fights every day and rides with his motorcycle gang.

He popped his head into the kitchen and when he sees you, his bored frown lessens. You smile at him and he comes closer still.

You cup his cold cheeks, warming them up with your soft palms. He leans into them, looking content to be held just like this.

"You were out all day."

"Kenchin and Baji wanted to ride for Shinichiro." He explains, then he sniffles slightly. You press your palms even more into his cold face, nearly frozen from the December winds. "Then Pah joined and Mitsuya and-"

"Everyone joined?" You interrupted.

He smiles slightly, nodding. "Yeah."

Your smile spreads just a little more and you pull him in by his warmed cheeks now, your lips pressing chastely against his. You do your best to warm them up as well.

It's quiet; save only for the gentle smacking of the two of you kissing in the hot kitchen.

"Go wash up… It's dinner time." You tell him softly.

Dinner passes just as pleasantly as you had hoped. Even better as you drank a couple of Shinichiro's favorite beers. You watched Mikey scrunch his nose when he tried some of the spicy food, making a blegh sound at its taste before switching to something else.

You laugh and giggle at his stories of other gangs that have fought and lost to the growing Tokyo Manji. Even against one of the leaders of the Black Dragons. You make sounds of awe as Mikey's eyes shine as he tells you of all his successes. His hands and arms mimicking punching and you're just so amazed that your boyfriend, who couldn't fight to save his own life, helped raise such a strong boy. Maybe if Shinichiro applied himself in the dojo as Gramps wanted then he would have been a little more badass.

You feel happy.

It's dark by the time you finish the third beer and Mikey is full beyond his limit.

Your heart pounds heavily against your chest as you put away the food as Mikey watches television. The countdown to the new year in the corner of the screen lets you know it's about an hour until people will cheer and kiss their loved ones to celebrate.

You wash your hands and your lips tremble as you make up your mind. You walk over to him and hold out your hand. "Let's go to bed."

Mikey's mouth opens slightly and his cheeks flourish in a beautifully flustered color. The implication is so obvious that you feel like you're so young. Also since… You've never told him like this.

He takes your hand and instead of letting you guide him to the bedroom that you and Shinichiro shared while he was alive - Mikey is the one in front of you, tugging on your arm to take you to your own bedroom. There's an excitement in his bold actions that have you feeling like when Shinichiro would whisper no one would come into his shop when he would bend you over one of the bikes he was fixing.

As soon as Mikey gets you into the room, you're shoved against the nearest wall. Granted, if it was someone taller than you it would have been much more exciting for anyone else but Mikey's hand's plant on the wall next to your waist and he looks up at you.

"I want a kiss." He demands and you are so weak to this cute boy.

You hug his shoulders comfortably, bringing him in close and when you tilt your head down, he instinctively tilts his head up to meet your lips. A kiss deeper than the one in the kitchen earlier but you mewl against his lips, hugging him tighter against you. Your soft tits pressed against his thin chest. His hands move from the wall to hug you around the waist, holding you against him. Even for a twelve-year-old boy, he's strong enough to pull you along with him to stumble onto your bed.

The two of you burst into a small fit of giggles as you're bounced on the bed.

You're more excited than you would actually admit. Straining your neck to kiss him and touch his small shoulders when you straddle him to kiss him. It doesn't take the young boy long to grow just as excited as you when he shifts and whimpers. A bulge pressing against your inner thigh.

Your heart weeps from how cute that is.

You usher him to undress himself of his black gang uniform. Your clothes come off as the thought finally cements in your head that you're about to take this boy's virginity for yourself. Your own clothes meet with his on the floor and you look him over. While you stood there in only your panties, Mikey had gone ahead and taken everything off.

You had seen him naked and he has seen you naked before but, for the sake of some virtue, you never took a close look at his dick.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands with a brightly flushed face. You swallow down a knot in your throat as your eyes trail down his thin body. He's barely got a couple of lines down his abdomen, muscles to be formed the more he grew. Then you take the leap to look down just a little more.

Curved. Was the first thought that settled into your mind.

Your eyes widen and you step closer, your eyes not moving from the hard cock that stands from between his legs. Your clit throbs the more you stare.

It was… Just a smaller, perfect version of Shinichiro's cock… The same narrowed red tip, the same thick veins on the underside, and that same curve to the left that had you creaming all over it time and time again.

A happy, wobbly smile settles into your lips. Mikey really was just too much like Shinichiro.

You exhale softly, nearly a moan as you reach out to poke the dripping tip with your fingertip.

Maybe you're moving a little too quick, not taking the time to guide him gently or softly like you had been these past few months with kisses or when he touched your tits.

You just had the overwhelming urge to have him in your mouth. Nearly possessed in your mission towards him.

You had to find out if he tasted like Shinichiro. You had to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue and in your throat more than anything else in the world right now.

You're fueled by arousal as your knees meet the carpet at Mikey's feet, kneeling in front of the boy as your hand holds his cock steady and he almost sounds like he's sobbing when you take him into your mouth.

"T-Too hot…" The blond boy mewls out immediately, sounding like a spoiled brat. His hand resting on your head and despite his complaint, he pushes you further down his dick. The tip is only just poking against your throat, making you want to gag but it's nothing you can't handle as your nose buries into the few small pubes he has. You inhale deeply through your nose and moan heavily around his pink length.

Even his sweat and soft muskiness were just like his older brothers, given his diet is the same because you cook for him all the time.

Your eyes roll up to catch glimpse of his little face.

He looks almost pained with his tightly scrunched brows and wobbly lips. But it's his mewls and whimpers that let you know he's enjoying it.

Well, that and how his thin hips bucked eagerly quick into your mouth.

Your eyes crinkle in happiness as you relax your throat to let him hump your face at his own will, his hands are smaller than you're used to but they're strong as they push your head down into his lap to take his cock gliding over your tongue again and again.

You almost forget he's a virgin boy until he speaks up actual words.

"Onee-san… I-I think Ima… Oh noooo…" Mikey moans loudly suddenly, his hips stuttering and you blink rapidly as his cock spills without much warning on his part.

The flooding salty taste of his gooey, thick cum spreads over your entire tongue and you cough slightly as you pull off of him. You can't help but sigh happily as you swallow down the salty fluid, so thick and rich in taste had your cunt throb and you already know your panties are practically ruined from how wet you are. You look down and bite your lip as you watch his cock already starting to go soft, twitching as it droops down from his release. you giggle and smile, he was just too cute.

These reactions were just too much for your aching heart who wished it was your true love here with you.

You can't hold back as you lean up, kissing his curved lips with your own. Your tongue sliding over his and he does that cute blegh for the second time tonight that makes you smile with such adoration for him.

"That's an adult kiss…" You whisper to him and Mikey blinks slowly, his eyes wide with realization.

You swallow and look down bashfully for a moment, taking a second to make up your mind to go through with this. There is no going back now after you've already swallowed down his little load. You crawl up onto the bed and lay on your bed. Mikey shifted to kneel by your knees, his breathing heavy as he looked over your body laying in front of him.

You watched his beautiful black eyes trail down from the expansion of your throat down to the swell of your breasts, resting and rising with every breath, and then he's staring at your knees that are pressed together.

"Do you want to help onee-san undress?" You ask, almost shyly and embarrassed from even asking but Mikey's eyes nearly sparkle with excitement as he nods so quickly he looks like a bobblehead. The giggle he forces from you with that reaction is enough to ease your nerves.

His small hands creep down the sides of your thighs until they're close enough to grip the thin fabric of your lacy panties - not that you wore them just for a little boy. Mikey is so close that his chin rests on your raised knees and you can hear him swallow as he looks to you for instruction. When you nod, he pulls them off of you, needing you to wiggle your hips to get them off properly. You shudder as the cool air of the room meets immediately with your sopping cunt.

You raise your feet in the air for him as he pulls your panties off your legs. He tosses them aside and you treat him sweetly by spreading your thighs open for him, your wet cunt exposed as you sprawl out open. You feel embarrassed, a flustered heat spreading over your belly like a hot stone all the way up to your cheeks but you feel so turned on. Your hand reaches down and with your two fingers, you spread yourself out even more for him. His eyes staring so much. His eyes move around slowly, flickering as he stares at your exposed pussy - like he's trying to memorize every detail of it.

It is embarrassing to show such a private part to such a young boy but you love it somehow.

You console yourself by thinking that he's at the age he must have seen a dirty magazine or two, maybe even a porno video with his friends. He should know what- Ah!

You gasp loudly, brought out of your thoughts as his hand goes immediately to your cunt. His pointer and middle finger dragging from the bottom of your vagina up flick at the end of your clit. His eyes are wide as he looks at his fingertips. Glossy and so wet even in the dim light. He looks interested and intrigued to see it. Mikey rubs them against his thumb, spreading them out to softly go wow as how slimy and slippery your slick away.

You watch him. Watching his cute little reactions as he explores your exposed flesh for the very first time.

But Mikey is a little bolder than Shinichiro ever was his first few times with you.

His hands place themselves on your knees to push them apart just a little wider. Before you can squeak out a question, his face stuffs between your open thighs. His tongue flattened and licked a long stride from the bottom of your pussy all the way to the top. Licking up and tasting as much of your slicked pussy as he can, greedy in licking you.

"M-Mikey!" You shrieked, but your cunt wept in happiness and joy at the electricity of pleasures his pink tongue brought you. You immediately look down at his closed eyes, too concentrated on making a mess of your cunt without any real goal. Like he was replicating something he had seen.

Moving his head too much, even side to side without licking where you felt good. Moving his tongue away too much, not letting you enjoy the sparks of pleasure you wanted to feel more than a second from him.

You whimper and moan softly regardless, feeling overwhelmed enough that it feels good only because it's Mikey. You know you would have pushed anyone else off of you for wasting your time.

He opens those black eyes and you finally make eye contact.

Seeing him looking at you from between your thighs was almost too much for you, those dark eyes peering at you in the dimly lit room - a view you've seen many times before. So, your thighs open up just a little wider. Your hand winding up in his thick, blond hair, fisting it gentle as his mouth and tongue move inexperiencedly along your cunt. You guide him slowly, bringing him just a little higher to your clit. His eyes looking up at you then looking down, back and forth as he licked with that cute pink tongue.

"L-Like a lollipop…" You guide him using something he loved as an example and you whimper softly as he sucks on your entire clit, giving it a couple of good sucklings before popping off to lick on it with his flat tongue. " Mm… Yes… That's making onee-san feel so good Mikey…" You praise and moan out loud honestly for him, your pussy quivering from his ministrations. You let him suck and lick you as much as he wants before you bring his head closer to grind his tongue against your clit, fucking his little mouth as if he knew what he was doing.

It was not enough but also too much at the same time.

You push him away by his forehead and try to catch your breath as your pulsating clit calms down without any stimulation.

You look at Mikey's face after a moment and you flush at seeing how he looks. The tip of his nose is glistening along with his lips and chin - covered in your overproductive slick.

You giggle and wipe his skin for him when you bring him in close.

You moan against his mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue, letting him slip it past your lips to eagerly lick against your own tongue. A little trick he's learned from all the little making out you've brought upon him.

He jerks forward and you mewl weakly.

In this position, the underside of his perfectly curved cock slips into the folds of your cunt, slippery enough that you almost feel like he's going to push into you - well maybe if he knew where to push in properly.

Your heart beats like crazy. Excited and scared to have Mikey actually fuck you.

The guilt of betraying Shinichiro only a few months after his passing, with his own little brother no less. The pleasure of his tip sliding over your throbbing clit makes you ignore that guilt almost immediately. His hips rocking back and forth at how good it feels for him to slip against your wet cunt.

He moans your first name to get your attention but he's taught on many times that you loved the affectionate term more. "Onee-san…" Mikey whimpers as he ruts himself against you, feeling like it's the best in the world already. His face tilting down and rubbing against your tits - already bouncing slightly from his movements on you. The boy is nearly motorboating you as he gets caught up in how he feels using your body against himself. "F-Feels so good, onee-san…"

You feel another wave of sticky slick come out of you as you hear his sweet little noises as he grinds on you. Your heart and clit pulse to the same beat as you make up your mind.

Your hand slides down your body slowly, letting him hump you just a little more. Enjoying the weight of his small body on you just a little more.

"Mm!" He whimpers when your hand finally reaches his cock, wrapped around it and you indulge yourself in giving it just two slow, torturous pumps. Something that used to drive Shinichiro wild with lust for you to hurry it up and Mikey glares at you. Looking irritated that you stopped his own pleasures for something so tedious.

But you were nice to the boy. You guide his cock towards you again and your breath catches just as when the narrowed tip of his hard cock catches against the entrance of your cunt.

"Do you want to-to feel good with me?" You ask him, your voice quivering in the anxiety of fucking this boy or in the excitement of getting to fuck this boy. You can't separate the feelings long enough to figure it out.

He nods so quickly, leaning into you and resting his squishy cheek on your soft breast - from here, his eyes look even bigger and more innocent than they should from a gang member. Mikey nods and you lip your lips as you pull him in by his cock and you gasp out.

His dick sliding into you and you're so wet that you don't need any help accepting all his inches. He stops as his pubes press against your clit, his soft round balls pressed against your ass.

Your mouth is hung open and you're at a loss for words.

How… How did Mikey's smaller cock feel even more amazing than Shinichiro's did? Was he pressing against your g-spot exactly? You whine out and look down at his face.

His arms have wound around your waist, hugging you against him as he trembled - unable to move from how amazing your pussy felt wrapped around his throbbing, hard cock.

You roll your hips slowly and Mikey's head snaps up to look at you, wide-eyed and his whole face down to his shoulders is in a beautiful red flush as he shuddered. A cute small mewl escaped his lips, his mouth hanging open as he drooled. It's his first time. You hardly expect him to control all of his reactions.

"You can move as much as you want…" You chirp up in the warm air between the two of you.

Mikey swallows, pulling his hips back and he wants to be back inside of you that he slams his hips back into you - his balls smacking against your ass. A harder first thrust than you would have expected truly as it brings forth a sharp, pleasurable gasp out of you. Your breath shudders and you could swear there would be hearts in your eyes. He doesn't stop to check your reaction and his hips start to snap into you at an astonishing pace. Hard and fast. Rough and as deep as his boyish cock will allow him. It doesn't hit the deepest parts of your insides and it's letting him fuck you how he wants without hurting you.

You're already whimpering from it, your tits bouncing every time he fucks into you. His legs are strong to hold himself up, allowing his thighs to smack against yours every time he buries his hard, dripping cock into you.

Your heart leaps as you realize that he's fucking you raw. When you realize Mikey could cum at any moment without telling you. Your cunt flutters at being able to experience a creampie with this cute boy.

Mikey is an orchestra of noises with no one home to hear him. Moans. Whimpers. Mewls. Grunts. His voice went high as a squeal and his voice even fell into a deep groan. All of his noises some variation of your name or onee-san.

You regret missionary a little bit, he's too short to fuck you as deeply as he could and reach up to kiss you whenever you wanted. But Mikey has other plans as he pounds into you with his glistening dick that nearly glows with your wetness. He leans back and his eyes are trained on your bouncing tits, watching them before his hands raise and on them. His fingertips sank into the squishy flesh. You gasp out as he pushes his weight with straight arms onto you. Your tits are used as leverage to be fucked.

Your world feels like it's spinning. It shouldn't feel this amazingly good but you're drowning in the pleasures of this virgin boy.

Your free hand creeps down your body once again and this time, you don't touch his cock but you glide your middle and ring finger to circle your hard, throbbing clit. Rubbing yourself with every one of his movements. You moan loudly - not a neighbor close enough to be bothered by the sound of your bed squeaking horribly or your crying moans of pleasure. Well, if they could complain they would have complained because this was how Shinichiro would have you.

You throb and feel the starting signs of orgasm as Shinichiro enters your mind again.

How he would fuck you.

How his voice flowed into your ear when he pressed close.

Everything about him that you saw in Mikey. Your thighs draw higher as you feel the impending pleasures and then it happens.

"Oh… Ne.. e… Saaan!" Mikey sobs out as he drops down into you, his forehead against your sternum, his hands clutching the sheets tightly as his hips stuttered into you.

Your eyes flutter shut and you bite your lip as you feel yourself flooded with the virgin boy's cum, ending his virginity with the person he's known for years.

But even through his orgasm, your fingers don't stop. They quicken and roughen against your sex to bring you to the same heightened existence of pleasure as the boy. And fuck, you were reaching it so quickly.

Mikey moves to pull out of you but your legs lock around him, ankles linked behind his thin back as soon as you feel him try to pull away from you.

"St-Stay inside… Stay I-Inside onee-san a little… A little more!" You beg him, moaning and bucking your hips as your legs kept his body against yourself.

You feel like you're squealing and Mikey stares at you with half-lidded eyes. His hips pushed forward to keep his softening cock still instead of you but he watches you with such an intensity that it only drives your fingers to rub even harder circles into your throbbing clit. It pulsates violently and in time with your inner walls throbbing. Mikey whimpers and one of his eyes close as your pussy works his cock even when he's not thrusting into you with abandon.

You shriek and throw your head back, your back arching up like a bow and you stare at the wall behind you as you cum around the boy's cock. You can't stop the dam from breaking as your hips buck upwards and Mikey pushes into you to stay with you, to stay inside of you even when you convulsed away. You started squirting over his hips and over his cock and balls.

Your eyes are wide. It took you and Shinichiro so long to get you to squirt this much on him.

And Mikey fucked you without any experience. This boy's cock got you to cum so hard so easily.

You're so out of breath when you finally come down from your orgasmic high. You reach out with your clean hand, petting Mikey's hair and smiling lazily at him, silently praising him for his good efforts in bed.

You feel another part of your heart heal slowly as your breaths slowly calm down, relaxed and silent; comfortable in each other's presence. You wipe your slicked hand on the bedsheets, knowing you'll have to wash them sooner than later so that you can grab his face with both of your hands.

You cup his cheeks sweetly and bring him closer to you. Mikey's lips are all swollen and pink - loved on mercilessly by you this whole night. You bring him close and lick his bottom lip, moaning into his mouth softly as he kisses you eagerly. He loves you, that much is obvious to you as he whimpers against your lips when he tilts his head and smacks his lips against yours affectionately.

Just a boy kissing someone who makes him happy and you suddenly feel so full of emotion, crashing into you truly as you kiss these lips you love so much. Short kisses. Long kisses. Playful ones. Anything Mikey wanted, he was getting out of you.

The first firework pops loudly outside, illuminating the room in rainbow lights as many start going off as the first moments of the new year are celebrated. The faint roar of cheers is heard in the distance and you feel your breath shudder as you pull away from Mikey, ending the kisses you started with him.

"Happy New Year…" You tell him, so warm and full of love, caressing his cheekbones with your thumbs as tears well up in your eyes.

He smiles and his eyes crinkle, so boyish as he grins happily at you. "Happy New Year Onee-san…"

A true treat that Mikey has bestowed on you and you hug him tightly, kissing his temple as you held him against your nude body - his soft cock slips out of you as the two of you lay there in silence. The only sounds are the gentle breathing of you two and the loud popping fireworks outside.

This was the last time you tell yourself when he lifts his head and kisses you. You make it worth it. Robbing his young breath away as you held on as long as possible. A breathless giggle from you as he escapes with a soft gasp.

Mikey's eyes slowly fall and he's murmuring sleepily to you as you pet his hair, the tears making your vision blurry.

"I love you…" He murmurs and you hear his soft snores begin.

God… Just like Shinichiro. The memories of how your lover would be so sleepy and lazy after sex, giving his words of adoration with slurred speech as he hugged you against him. It hurt so much and it hurt that you didn't feel sorry for taking so much from Mikey. You just hoped that one day he could forgive you for all you have done to him as you imagined his brother. The guilt of a broken heart and sore cunt is killing you.

You hate yourself for abusing this poor, cute boy's love and adoration for you but you needed this more than breathing. You needed to experience this just one more - to cherish it truly.

This was the last time you kissed Shinichiro's lips you tell yourself as you listen to his little snores, his head against your tits while he sleeps.

You cry silently to not wake him. Your sobs are controlled as if they are just deep breathing.

The tears running down from the corners of your eyes into your hairline as you stare at the ceiling.

Rushed memories of your loved one as you laid with his little brother - the poor boy who was caught up in your delusional mourning.

You fall asleep slowly, letting all these feelings out until sleep takes you. Let's you rest all night and into the morning until you wake up in silence. Letting just a little more time pass where you can enjoy this warmth just for a while more.

It's late morning when you finally decide to get up. Chuckling to yourself when Mikey whines and turns his head, cuddling into your sheets even deeper.

It's your poor heart that weeps this time as you run your fingers through his ruffled blond hair. "Get up, sleepyhead."

Mikey blinks his eyes open slightly to look at you and you can never deny him when he sits up to lean into you, kissing you with those pouty lips you've been kissing all these years.

Another broken promise to yourself as you return the sleepy kiss more than eagerly - making him laugh softly as you put your weight into him to kiss again and again. Your thigh is thrown over his naked waist because you can't hold yourself back from wanting these lips so badly.

And you tell yourself again and again and again. As you sit up and rock your hips back and forth, taking his length into you as far as it'll go. His swollen lips open in a needy moan as you fuck yourself on his curved cock, bringing the both of you pleasure. Your head was thrown back as his greedy hands grab onto your tits, pinching your perk nipples as soon as he finds them.

His cock stuffs you too quickly with his hot, gooey cum as your own orgasm approaches, chasing his. Your hips never stop until they stutter as you cum around his softening length.

The thought in your mind is just like anytime you used Mikey for something you used to do with Shinichiro; This is the last time. You fucking liar.