The Twins (Hyper, Futa/Male)

Story by fenrihr

This is something I cranked out after seeing a drawing by Uyorr.

I have more written, but I basically got it out of my system after writing this part, so I don't expect any more.

After Mom died, Dad went through some depression. He never really talked about it with me, but I could see the signs. He drank more, slept more, stopped working out.

Anything I did to try to help, was usually met with a cold shoulder. He had always said I looked like Mom, so I guess I was too much of a reminder while his grief was fresh.

I guess me lashing out right after it happened didn'€™t help, I had blamed him for it. She was going to pick him up from the bar when some drunk crossed the line and

slammed into her head on. The doc said she died almost instantly, no suffering. Maybe they all say that to make us feel better.

Looking back, I was a real shitheel, but being sixteen and losing one of your cornerstones of life really fucks with you. It took a few years,

but once I graduated high school and began to help out with the bills, he seemed to warm up to me again. He spent more and more time away from home,

including a few trips abroad. He said he and mom had always wanted to travel the world, but never found the time. After the gut punch that was mom'€™s death,

he said he was going to go in her honor.

On his return, he was happy as hell, and said he had some big news for me. I sat down at the dinner table and we had a talk over some Hamburger Helper.

"So, I'm not sure how to say this, but... I'm getting married, I met her in a rural Japanese village. Things happened, and we really hit it off. The last week of my trip,

I cancelled everything and worked on the arrangements. She'€™s going to move here in about a month."€

My head spun as I attempted to process the information. I was going to have a step-mom? Some Japanese lady my dad met on his world tour?

"Is this a mail-order bride situation?" I had to ask, my dad had never been an impulsive man before.

"No, met her staying at a traditional inn near some hot springs, in the middle of nowhere. We had a few drinks, hit it off, and fooled around a bit.”

He smiled for a moment, lost in recollection. “She was recently widowed, and we got to talking, she wants a change for her girls, so they’re all coming to live with us!”

“Wait, step-sisters too? I never had any before, now I’m suddenly gonna have a few sisters?”

“They’re twins, cute girls, too. She showed me pictures, they were staying at home since they’re still in high school.” He winked at me suggestively,

“I won’t get in your way, if they strike your fancy. It’s not like you’ll be related or anything, not yet anyway.”

“You had to make that joke, did you? Like there aren't enough jokes about incest about Alabama to begin with…” I trailed off,

lost in thought about how our family of two was suddenly going to get a triple shot of estrogen.

Eventually, they all moved in, my new stepmom was a smoking hot asian lady, Sakura. Her two girls were small, barely five foot tall.

They were introduced as Ume and Momo, which my dad told me meant “Plum” and “Peach”. I found it kind of odd that even in the middle of summer,

they all wore long dresses that reached nearly down to their ankles, but chalked it up to a difference of culture.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to act around the girls, but the way they teased me, I was pretty sure they were interested in me.

I kept seeing them try to sneak peeks of me in various stages of undress. Eventually I found out they lived in a rural community that had no young men,

only women, and they were just interested in men their own age. After a few weeks, Ume came into my bedroom one night and whispered,

"How do you hide it so well?" She giggled and bolted out of the room, after sticking her tongue out at me.

I was a bit confused, what did I hide? What was she talking about? For the next couple of days, I wondered what she meant, what did she think I was hiding?

They always wore very conservative clothing, skirts down to their ankles, and loose, baggy shirts that had high necklines, not that they had much in the way of breasts,

that I could see. Sure the pair were cute, but tiny, I wondered if they were a bit malnourished, but their mother was also tiny, so maybe it just ran in the family.

Did they think I was interested in them, and hiding

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