Twincest Lust

"It seems like we could make our beds over here, onee-chan," my sister Aiko replied, gesturing towards the room's far right. She clenched her little, fragile lips, much like mine. Seeing my sister was like staring at a reflection. The same pale-olive complexion and smooth, silky-black hair were hers. We were equally slim and small-framed. Our only difference in attire was that my sister had a ruffled top and trousers, and I sported leggings and a dress. "And then we can have our desks along this wall.Yumiko thinks that's a good idea, onee-san." I nodded in agreement, my voice carrying some weight. Since Aiko was ten minutes my senior, it seemed fair to let her go ahead of me. We looked exactly alike, but she was friendlier and more extroverted than I was. Because of this, she addressed me as "onee-chan," which means "sister," with the endearing epithet "-chan," often reserved for younger sisters. A more courteous way to address her is "onee-san," so I used it.After giving the mover a head nod of approval, she began speaking English. "Over here, please.The large man, who had dark brown skin, grumbled. Along with another Hispanic man, he lugged the hefty futon through the entryway. Even though it was mid-October, he wore a tank top and had nude arms. At least it wasn't as chilly in Japan as it was in California at this time of year. Something he said in Spanish made me cringe because it sounded so harsh.Both of them were enormous and powerful. As they unfurled and laid down the futon on the floor, I drew nearer to my twin sister. As the movers set up each room, they moved through the home. Some more came after them, taking other pieces of our furniture.Onee-chan, it will be alright," Aiko reassured. As I quivered, she grasped my hand and squeezed it.I smiled tightly and said, "Thank you, onee-san." It was all quite a bit. Our mother's work relocated her to a subsidiary in California due to her language abilities, and I never imagined we would live in America. We had to gather all of our possessions, put them in boxes, and then go to the United States. During the past two weeks, we have been in a motel while we eagerly await the shipment of our possessions from Japan.In no time at all, the movers had our bedroom all set up, our desks rearranged according to Aiko's instructions, and our bookshelves pushed up against the walls. Our previous bedroom was much smaller compared to this space. The mansion was enormous. There were a number of restrooms, and they were all quite unique. There was just one room; the bathroom and the tub were in the same area, and there was no separate area for washing the clothes. Instead of just washing and soaking, you had to scrub yourself in the tub. It also had precipitation.Very unique.Japan was my favorite country.Well, let's get unpacking, onee-chan.With a nod, I signaled for the builders to go back and bring in the remaining parts of the home. In the middle of the room, we had stacked our boxes containing our belongings. We wasted no time getting to work, tearing into boxes, and retrieving our possessions. I felt my heart skip a beat as I saw the adorable male singers from the JPop boy bands whose posters we had hung up. I simply stared at my favorite for a moment; the young man with the spiked hair, shirt half-off, and slender physique was absolutely stunning.Between my thighs, the itch developed. I looked aside as I wriggled my hips. I preferred not to feel aroused. With my identical twin sister in the room, I couldn't masturbate. My love affair with self-touching began two years ago, when I learned about the joys of self-pleasure. As I ran my fingers between my legs and caressed my breasts, which were eighteen years old, I relished the sensation.However, I would like to do so alone.I dove headfirst back into the task of removing boxes. Following my sister's advice caused perspiration to form on my forehead. For example, she may say, "I think that would go great over there, onee-chan. Don't you think?" and I would nod my head in agreement, picturing how lovely it would appear in that spot. Quickly, we emptied our boxes of books and manga and restocked our shelves with them, just as they had been at home.I fanned my face and rolled over. "It's looking good, onee-san.Aiko gave a heads-up. Pulling her shirt snugly about her little bust, she said, "Yes, it is." She then patted her lower back in relief. The fact that she hadn't worn a bra today was plain to see. "I need a break, you?Yumiko could use a break," I said toothily. "Do you think there's any food in the house?I don't think so. Has Okaasan had a chance to go shopping? She sounds busy.That made me scowl. Our mother, Okaasan, was walking around the house, and I could hear her. "No, Yumiko doubts she has.Effrontized, Aiko scowled. Because I was still too immature to use a personal pronoun, she disapproved of the way I addressed myself. It was just something I never felt at ease with. My sister proposed going for a stroll. "I think I saw a convenience store a few blocks away. We can go see what they have.It was my turn to sigh. “As long as we refrain from experimenting with that crimson beverage in the future," I said, my nose quivering. "That Code Red was ghastly.After giving me a little hug, she gave me a knowing nod of her head.We stepped out into the tiny corridor, she guiding me, our bare feet skittering across the beige carpet. As we descended the stairs, we discovered our mother hurriedly going from one box of cooking tools to another in the kitchen. A blue handkerchief that she wore around her head pulled back her black hair. Her wide, sweat-glistening face made her somewhat taller than us."We're going for a walk, Okaasan," Aiko announced.A cheerful grin was all she offered us. "Okay. Don't get lost."Effrontized, Aiko scowled. "We'll be fine, Okaasan."As our mom unpacked, we left her to it, listening to the low hum of her words. We emerged into a cloudy California day. Not too hot, not too cold, just right—that was the weather. A gentle wind fluttered across the grass, rustling the leaves as they fell. Incredibly massive. I was astounded by the abundance of grass and the massiveness of the broad-leaf tree in our front yard. The backyard was enormous. Preparing for spring was my number one priority. This spot would be perfect for a garden full of lovely flowers.As my sister and I made it to the sidewalk, we strolled down it, taking in the sights of the other homes on our street. Cars were parked in the driveways of every house. It seems like everyone has many vehicles. In Tokyo, hardly anybody possessed a car. The cost of parking them was exorbitant, and there was an excess of transportation.The outside was eerily silent. There was so much room, even though there were people milling about. I felt completely free. We arrived at the main roadway that our tiny residential street was off of, and I held onto my sister's hand tightly. Bike lanes were installed along the sidewalk, yet traffic continued to flow down them.Aiko responded, "This way," with the same self-assured tone she used when she pretended not to know the answer.I ignored her and let her go. I couldn't care less if it led us to the corner shop. Getting some fresh air and exercise was a total blessing. It was cooler and drier than I had anticipated. Even though the Sierra Nevada mountains in the east were obscured by the perpetual cloud that hung over the horizon in every direction,.After locating a handy store, we perused its aisles. Compared to Japan, everything was different. The beverages were unique. The munchies. I would have preferred a cleaner store, yet this one was cramped and unclean. I was anxious as my sister guided us to the beverages via the winding hallways. We snatched some tea beverages and sipped them on the way home.That was all.Aiko said, "It seems like this could be a great place to call home" as we returned to our street. "It's quiet here."Yes, I did indeed nod. "What do you think school will be like? "Her shoulders shrugged. "I don't know. It won't be as hard. And no school on Saturday.That made me grin. "That does sound nice. And no cram schools, either.Aiko gave a heads-up. "Well, we'll find out on Monday."I hope we make some friends. Do you think they'll like us? Yumiko doesn't want to be teased.Aiko draped her arm over my shoulder and said, "Who would tease you? "A smile spread over her face as she said, "You're so cute. Just like me." "When you find a nice gaijin boy to date, we will transform you into a woman." I contorted, my pussy aching and my face reddening. Itched. That was something I preferred not to dwell on. I was uncertain about the timing of my opportunity for solitude this weekend. "You're not a woman either, Onee-san. Maybe you should find yourself a Gaijin boyfriend first.Maybe I will," she whispered, her smile wide. "We're in America now. We need to adapt. Be more... open."My cheeks were sore even more. As I walked, my thighs were