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Cultural festivals.
They were cleaning the classroom when the topic came up. Amane had seen his fair share of them during his time as Hanako. (After all, it’s not like he’d lived long enough to participate in one of his own.) The students of each class banded together to turn their classroom into all sorts of attractions: Haunted houses, cafes, love forecasts, eating competitions… He’d seen it all.
Or at least, he thought he had.
“A cross-dressing maid cafe?!” Akane exclaimed, glasses sliding down his nose from his shock.
“It’s a gender-reversed cafe, Akane-kun. The girls will dress up as butlers and the boys will dress up as maids. Don’t put it so rudely.” Aoi, the class representative, steepled her fingers under her chin, pouting slightly.
Akane’s glasses had almost slid completely off his nose at this point. He hurriedly pushed them back up, blubbering. “E-Even so! To do such a thing is--“
Their conversation quickly faded from Amane’s ears as it turned into their usual not-quite lovers’ quarrel. Instead, he looked down at the broom in his hand, contemplating.
Logically, this world was sort-of, kind-of, should-have been under Amane’s control. He was Hanako, boss of the Seven School Mysteries. The creator of this fake world, School Mystery No. 4, was his underling. So… anything he said was law, and anything he didn’t say…
Anything he didn’t say was…
Ah, fuck.
Anything Hanako didn’t say was fair game, and so Shijima-san of the Art Room had decided to force him into a maid outfit. Amane gripped his broom, knuckles turning white from the force. A smile seeped through his facade, pushing at his cheeks as his lips pressed into a thin, taut line.
“Um, Hana- I mean, Amane-kun. Are you okay? I, uh, I could use the broom if you’re done with it…” Yashiro said nervously, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Ah, Yashiro-san! Sorry, I didn’t notice you. Here you go,” Amane said sheepishly, handing her the broom. She took it and gave him one last worried look before she went back to cleaning the classroom, half-heartedly trying to break up Aoi and Akane’s not-quite argument.
Amane sighed. As far as Yashiro knew, he was just another monotonously happy piece in this monotonously happy world. He had to be more careful about these things, but it wasn’t like he was lying. Oh, Amane was great. Absolutely ecstatic.
And only God knew what he was going to do when he saw No. 4 next.
The day of judgement came.
And of course, it brought Tsukasa with it.
“A! MA! NE! ” Tsukasa’s shout was the last thing Amane heard before he felt a weight crash into the side of his body, all skin and bones and- frills and lace?
Amane turned to see his other half clinging onto his arm, already hoisting himself up to wrap his legs around Amane’s waist like he was trying to climb a tree. But
Amane wasn’t a tree, dammit. And he wasn’t about to let Tsukasa climb him again in front of the entire class. He had a reputation to keep!
“Tsukasa,” Amane began to scold him, before he looked further down and promptly choked on his spit. “Your skirt - !” They were both in maid outfits. All the boys were, but Aoi and Akane’s not-quite argument had a not-quite compromise: the boys had to wear the stupid frilly white apron over an equally stupid black dress shirt with puffy sleeves, but they could substitute the skirt for shorts. Of course, Amane hadn’t even gotten a choice. No. 4 had put him in a skirt automatically. Ha. Ha. (He was so getting her later.)
Tsukasa, on the other hand, seemed to have opted for the skirt himself.
“Ehehe~” Tsukasa giggled, batting his eyelashes. “Are you surprised? It’s so much easier to move around in a skirt!” Maybe a pervert designed it, because it was black and pleated like those schoolgirl skirts he saw in pervy magazines sometimes. Underneath the black fabric was lace, white and translucent enough for Amane to see the skin of his legs peeking through underneath. As Tsukasa’s legs adjusted their grip, the skirt hiked up higher and higher, and Amane was stuck staring at them, eyes wide and face flushed bright red at the sight of more and more of his little brother’s skin getting revealed, until finally-
“Ah, no. You are wearing shorts after all,” Amane deadpanned, all the excited tension whooshing out of him like a deflated balloon. Tsukasa was wearing black spats under his skirt, skin-tight and reaching just past his inner thighs. One would never know it unless they actually looked up his skirt.
Tsukasa pouted, only tightening his hold on Amane. “The skirt feels too breezy by itself,” he explained, nuzzling into the crook of Amane’s neck.
How disappointing, is what Amane should be thinking. By all means, it’s what he would be thinking in this situation. But somehow even those stupid little spats couldn’t completely kill his excitement over seeing Tsukasa in such a pretty little skirt. Amane’s hands came up to support his brother’s weight, feeling just how soft the skirt was. The thought of Tsukasa’s thighs being wrapped up so nicely underneath was absolutely sinful.
The whole thing was so Tsukasa that it tugged on Amane’s heartstrings to no end. Amane tightened his grip on Tsukasa’s soft bottom and buried his nose into Tsukasa’s hair, feeling his heartbeat pick up. God , he was so…
“Um… T-Tsukasa-kun?” Mitsuba’s meek voice snapped Amane out of his reverie, and he jerked, pushing Tsukasa off of him. His twin slid off easily, not caring how his skirt rode up as he did so, exposing his spats again. Amane couldn’t help but look, trailing his eyes up Tsukasa’s thighs before a strangled noise from Mitsuba caught his attention, and he found himself looking into the other boy’s eyes which clearly held no pure thoughts towards his younger brother.
What the hell, No. 3?
Amane glared at Mitsuba, stepping closer to Tsukasa, who was preoccupied with swishing his skirt around his knees.
Mitsuba gave a frightened squeak before he promptly turned to stone, crumbling into pieces on the spot.
Finally , No. 4 was useful for once. Amane sighed in relief. That is, until he caught Yashiro staring at Tsukasa's legs.
Yashiro, of all people? Really?
“Ya… Yashiro-san..?” Amane asked hesitantly, feeling like he was stuck in a comedy that just got worse and worse.
“AH!” Yashiro shouted, startling them both. “I mean- “ She slapped her hands over her mouth immediately, looking side-to-side as everyone began to stare at them. “N-N-Nothing! It’s nothing! I, uh, have to go set up tables! Well then!” Using her own excuse, she dashed to the other side of the classroom with an amazing speed for someone of her ankles, leaving Amane and Tsukasa alone in the corner of the classroom.
Amane groaned. This was getting out of hand. He grabbed Tsukasa’s wrist. “ You’re coming with me,” he hissed. Amane couldn’t take it anymore. All of these people ogling his little brother. Who did they think they were? He marched right out of the classroom with Tsukasa in tow.
Yashiro watched them leave and sighed, placing her hand on her forehead. Boys were so obvious sometimes.
Amane really didn’t know how he got here.
He had Tsukasa pinned against the door of the bathroom stall. Well, he did. He did have Tsukasa pinned against the door at the start but now Amane was on his knees and shoving his face into Tsukasa’s skirt because god knows he couldn’t take it anymore. His hands slid up Tsukasa’s legs and under his skirt, soft lace against the back of his hands and bare skin warm against his palms.
“Amane~” Tsukasa was giggling above him, clearly enjoying the attention. “What are we doing here? This is the girls’ bathroom, you know~?” More giggles.
Amane’s hands froze. Oh, fuck.
He wasn’t thinking straight. He had brought Tsukasa to his stall - Hanako’s stall - on instinct. There was no good explanation for this. Honestly, Amane really shouldn’t even be getting so worked up about this, he thought as he groped Tsukasa’s thighs. They were practically his thighs- Oh dear God, they were his thighs, weren’t they- Tsukasa. Tsukasa would really let Amane do whatever he wanted to him, wouldn’t he? They’re twins. They always knew what the other was thinking. Tsukasa might be all laughs and giggles right now, but he knew why Amane brought him here.
Right? Right. Amane couldn’t let himself think otherwise. It’s not like this Tsukasa was even real. He was a fake Tsukasa for a fake world, and god, he was really his-
“A~ ma~ neeeee~ ” Tsukasa’s hands reached down to tug at his hair, forcing him out of his thoughts. “You’re not answering me,” he whined.
“Mmph.” Amane responded by shoving his face up Tsukasa’s skirt.
“Meanie,” Tsukasa huffed, spreading his legs and cupping the back of Amane’s hand to bring his face right into his thighs. “I can be mean, too,” he smirked, although Amane couldn’t see it.
Amane choked, his own thighs twitching where he knelt. Tsukasa’s thighs were so warm and soft. It felt like he was in heaven. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Tsukasa was really doing exactly what Amane wanted.
“You better hurry up, Amane~ We still have a cafe to do, remember? Won’t be long until they send someone to find us~” Tsukasa teased, bringing Amane right up to his crotch and clumsily grinding against his face, half-hard penis bumping against Amane’s nose and lips.
Oh- Oh shit, yeah. The maid cafe. Or gender-reversed cafe. Whatever. Amane had to hurry.
Hot puffs of breath steamed up the space underneath Tsukasa’s skirt as Amane panted all over Tsukasa’s dick, dragging his mouth over Tsukasa’s crotch until he felt his twin grow erect. His hands reached up to pull down the spats, bringing it just above his knees before sliding right back up to his brother’s bare thighs, diving right back in.
Usually, he’d try a little harder. Swirl his tongue around the head a little, give some licks up and down the shaft, really make Tsukasa want his mouth. That kind of stuff. But there was no time and Amane couldn’t wait. Not when this Tsukasa was so obedient and willing. There was no way Amane could resist.
Amane opened his mouth wide and coaxed his twin’s erection into his hot, slick mouth, closing his soft lips around it with a moan. Fuck, this was so good. He was already hard, a tent forming in his own skirt where he knelt. He wasted no time in taking Tsukasa all the way, sliding his head down until he felt his nose touch his brother’s cute little pubes, his length a comfortable weight in his mouth.
There was a tug at the fabric above his head as Tsukasa got the skirt out of the way, looking fondly down at his flustered older brother holding his cock in his mouth. “Good boy, Amane~” he purred, stroking Amane’s hair as he looked up at him with clouded eyes. Amane’s dick twitched excitedly at the praise, and he closed his eyes and began to suck. Lewd, wet noises filled the stall as he let saliva pool in his mouth, getting Tsukasa’s dick nice and wet as he sucked it.
Tsukasa sighed happily, leaning back and letting his older brother take care of him. “That feels so nice, Amane… More… ” His grip tightened in Amane’s hair, and Amane began to bob his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks with each suck. The added pressure made Tsukasa squeal, and Amane felt him squirt pre-cum into his mouth, swallowing it eagerly. His little brother excitedly bucked his hips into Amane’s mouth, making him gurgle as his dick hit the back of his throat.
Even so, Amane didn’t let up. This was nothing compared to what the real Tsukasa usually made him do. He could definitely pleasure this Tsukasa. Little huffs of air came out his nose as he sucked with more vigor than before, drool dribbling past his bottom lip and down his chin. Tsukasa’s cock twitched wetly in his mouth, squirting more pre-cum the more Amane’s tongue brushed against the underside of his length.
Amane pulled away to catch his breath, a string of saliva connecting his tongue to Tsukasa’s tip, which he lavished with hard licks to make up for the loss of his mouth. He was panting, drooling onto his little brother’s cock, lapping up his pre-cum. His hand wrapped the shaft and squeezed, jerking him off to coax out even more.
“ Mm..! Ah- Amane..!” Tsukasa’s voice was shaky, breathy as he called Amane’s name, thighs trembling against his other palm. Amane dug his nails into the soft flesh, causing Tsukasa to keen as he gushed pre-cum onto his twin’s tongue. Some of it spilled over his tongue and dripped onto the tile, causing Amane to close his mouth around the head with a huff. Silly little brother, wasting his pre-cum like that. The only place for that was in Amane’s mouth.
Amane began humming as he started suckling Tsukasa again, swirling his tongue around the head and flicking it against the tip. His hand moved faster, intent on making him cum. Tsukasa’s breathing was growing heavier, hips shaking as his cock began to throb in Amane’s palm. “A-Amane, please… ” he begged, “Wanna… wanna do it inside…” His hands roughly grabbed the back of Amane’s head, desperately pulling him forward.
Amane obliged, letting Tsukasa shove his cock into his mouth again in one, fluid thrust. The tip hit the back of Amane’s throat, and Amane...
Amane swallowed.
“O- Ohhhh! ” His throat closed around the head of Tsukasa’s cock, and Tsukasa made no effort to keep himself quiet as he came hard inside Amane’s mouth, hot cum gushing down Amane’s throat in erratic spurts. His hips spasmed, shoving himself even further down Amane’s throat.
“Mm- Mmmphffff.... ” Amane’s eyes rolled into the back of his head from pleasure as his little brother shallowly fucked his throat riding out his orgasm, thighs twitching and erect penis leaking pre-cum onto the underside of his own skirt.
“Haa… Haa… Ah… ” Tsukasa gave a deep sigh once it finally passed, slowly removing himself from Amane’s mouth before sliding down to the floor. He reached needily for his big brother, and Amane clambered on top of him, holding his little brother tight as his erection throbbed uncomfortably under his skirt.
“Want me to do you next?” Tsukasa whispered into Amane’s neck, bright eyes looking up at him with a grin.
Amane swallowed thickly before nodding, hurriedly lifting up his skirt and giving a high-pitched mewl when he felt Tsukasa’s thigh brush against his erection. His own thighs twitched in response, and he was quick to straddle Tsukasa’s. His hands came to rest on Tsukasa’s shoulders while Tsukasa grabbed his hips, keeping him still as Tsukasa began moving his thigh back and forth in-between Amane’s legs.
“ Mm~ ” Amane’s lip trembled from how much he was holding back his moans as his hard cock dug into the soft, warm flesh of Tsukasa’s thigh. He had already soaked the front of his underwear with pre-cum, making the slide against Tsukasa’s thigh hot and slick underneath his skirt. Tsukasa giggled at the ticklish feeling the lace gave him when it brushed against his thighs each time he moved his leg back and forth. It was such a Tsukasa thing to do that it only added to Amane’s arousal, and he moaned his twin’s name as quietly as he could.
Tsukasa giggled and brought him closer. “There’s no need to be shy, Amane… You can say my name a little bit louder… I did it for you, didn’t I..?” Tsukasa murmured, bringing Amane’s hips down so that his brother’s cock dug harder into his thigh, making Amane whine.
“ Tsukasa… ” Amane whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. Soft little moans tumbled from his lips as his little brother rocked him closer and closer to orgasm on his thigh.
“You really can’t last, can you..? Do I turn you on that much, Onii-chan? ” Tsukasa’s voice came in his ear, hot breath brushing against his sensitive lobe. Tsukasa’s tongue licked a wet stripe up the edge of his ear, lightly biting down with his canines.
“ Ah..! ” Amane’s eyes shot open and he saw stars, cumming embarrassingly fast. His arms wrapped around Tsukasa’s shoulders, shoving Tsukasa’s face into his shoulder and burying his face in Tsukasa’s hair to muffle his moans as he shook. Tsukasa let go of his hips, and they jerked, fully grinding against his thigh as Amane’s cum leaked out in spurts onto Tsukasa’s skin.
“Mm- ! Mm… Mmahh… ” Amane gave happy moans, rolling his hips against Tsukasa’s thigh while he finished riding it out. Tsukasa hummed against his shoulder, rubbing his back. Amane let his head rest on Tsukasa’s once it was finally over, panting as his lower half buzzed pleasantly with warmth. He snuggled into Tsukasa, smooching the top of his twin’s head as he felt Tsukasa kiss his neck in turn.
Maybe No. 4 wasn’t so bad.
In another world, in a certain art room, a paintbrush snapped. Its pieces fell onto the easel of a painting before rolling off. Its holder looked at the painting in disgust as they hit the ground, backing away before hurriedly throwing a large sheet over the offending canvas. Her hands were covered with beige paint, and she brushed them off on her skirt, grimacing at the stains.
“Of all the things I’ve been ordered to paint,” Shijima muttered, “why’d it have to be that… ” If Mei was alive to see the abomination Shijima had created she'd probably be crying right now. Or laughing. Or both. Probably both.
Shijima stomped around her art room, wiping the paint off her palette and shoving those cursed brushes somewhere the sun didn't shine. All of the artistic talent Shijima had gotten from her hated, beloved Mei, and she had used it to draw incest porn. She didn't care if No. 7 was her boss, he could fuck right off. She was never accepting a request from him ever again.