Bondage Mansion Fan Fiction ❯ Confession ❯ Chapter 1

A/N: Characters are not mine, I just borrowed them for a short bit to fulfill a challenge. Originally written for Challenge three of Kinksquickwrite, out on livejournal: incest with a confession.

First and foremost, I would like to inform people that I am indeed a pervert. This story is centered around two characters in a hentai (see?) call Bondage Mansion. No mention of the "bondage" in this, though. Consider yourselves warned.

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Some would say it started when Hayato, my cousin, came to live with us. Others would say it started when he and Reika began having sex regularly. They'd all be wrong. It didn't start until the night I realized she was enjoying his treatment.

When Hayato came to live with us, I was thrilled. He was the son of my father's twin, and someone neither of us had ever met before. I knew about my father and my uncle having a falling out, but I never knew the details until the second night he was with us.

From the moment he walked into our house, he seemed cold. Such attitude drew attention. We tried not to notice, but it became like the elephant hiding behind a tree: you know it's there, you know it's hiding, but you can't help but look, even if it means doom.

Our second dinner together, Hayato was strange, to say the least. We tried, Reika and I did, to make chitchat, but he wouldn't have any of it. We were so unsure of what was going on in his head that we couldn't help but listen to his story, no matter how terrible or selfish it was.

It all came down to the challenge. Hayato wanted the house, the land, the fortune. He knew that my father had left it for Reika and myself, and that he was only there to fulfill my father's dying wishes, but he was greedy. To settle it, he proposed a challenge, one similar to what my father and his own had to decide who would inherit the house. He called it a "woman-breaking" contest, and in truth, it was. I was perplexed, and didn't know who we could ask, what woman would consent to do this, but Hayato had someone in mind. This would be Reika's first betrayal.

I didn't think she would do that to me. We were in love, and knew it. I didn't think she had it in her, but I was wrong. She consented, practically volunteering herself for this despicable contest. We would begin the next night. Every night, she'd change whose room she was in. We started planning that very evening, when we were supposed to be asleep. I couldn't let him take her from me, so we agreed that I'd be her first. It was nothing short of magical that night. After, we plotted. She was in love with me, and I her, so no matter what my cousin did, she'd declare me the winner at the end of the month.

The next day, the contest began. Her first night in his room, I lay alone in bed and tried to sleep, knowing that he was abusing my lovely Reika. I tossed and turned all night, not able to get any rest until she came back to me at dawn. We made love again, trying to erase his mark from her body, and she swore she loved me.

This was how our nights passed for the first week. About that time, I discovered Reika wasn't satisfied by my touch anymore. She thought I was asleep, and climbed out of bed. I watched, my attention transfixed as she masturbated, bringing herself to orgasm. Soon after that, I fell asleep for real, but the scene had imprinted itself on my brain. I couldn't keep her if that was all we did. I lacked the practice to control her desires like my cousin, so I was at a loss. The answer hit me one afternoon while in my father's study. I was looking for inspiration, and found his journal. It described, in full detail, how he and my uncle decided who would keep the house. They'd had their own "woman-breaking" contest, and my mother had been the woman. Within the pages of the leather-bound book, I learned how my father humiliated my mother in front of the servants; how he made her beg for him every time he walked in the room. If I could do this to Reika, I'd secure my place here forever. All I had to do was follow the instructions in the book. I started my next night with her.

All was well and good with this contest, but I soon realized I wasn't being fulfilled by this anymore. I wanted to see what it was like from Reika's perspective. I gave her the night off and went to visit my cousin.

He was in the basement room that he'd made his own, laying on the bed topless. A half dead cigarette hung between his lips, the column of ash threatening to fall. It was a breathtaking sight to behold, and I stared. His eyes, usually so fierce and cruel, were closed gently, but he wasn't asleep. Far from it. I hadn't made a sound, but he spoke to me.

"Yukio, what do you want? Shouldn't you be off fucking our trophy?" My voice was caught in my throat as I tried to reply. It came out cracked, broken.

"I…gave her the night off. She needed the rest. We have a full day to recover before…well, she doesn't. She's at it every night. It isn't fair!" My sudden outburst surprised me, the very tone echoing in my head. Hayato's laughter brought me back from wherever I was and I looked at him, eyes wide, trying to figure out what he was laughing at.

"Cousin, is it unfair to her," he let the question linger, my interest rising. "Or is it unfair to us?" The finish shocked me. How could it be unfair to us? She was the one who was forced to endure such torture every night. It was obvious my dilemma was making itself known on my face, for Hayato clarified.

"Sex isn't really a burden for us, is it? Of course not. In fact, it's downright pleasurable. And Reika is having twice as much as we are. Aren't you here because you are, in fact, jealous?" While I was distracted by my own thoughts, he'd come up behind me, well muscled arms winding around my torso. His breath was a hot gust on my ear, moist and tantalizing. He was right. I was jealous, so I'd sought out the only person who could help me. Reika couldn't satisfy my wants anymore, this I knew before I left her asleep in our bed. This I knew before I turned the knob to this chill room. Hayato was hot behind me, like a sliver of the sun come down to earth. I turned in the circle of his arms and kissed him.

There is nothing quite like kissing someone who's had years of practice at the art. His lips weren't mushy, but firm. Not too much so, just enough that I knew I was kissing something and that something was kissing back. His hands were rough from hard work, something I'd never done once in my life. The calluses caught on the weave of my shirt as his hands, hot and dry, swept over my back. They came up over my shoulders, pausing briefly on the button at my throat. When it was open, they continued their journey downward, my shirt falling open more at every pause. As the last button fell to his agile fingers, those beautiful rough hands slipped between my now useless shirt and the flesh of my ribcage. They kissed, caressed their way to my back and tickled my spine. Hayato kissed down my chin, over my jaw and down my neck, alternating between kissing and licking. My nerves were on fire, and there was nothing I could do. I was simply putty in his hands.

I became ever so slightly aware of backwards movement, and an easy drop to the bed, but all this was overridden by the feel of teeth scraping lightly across one of my nipples. The other one was by no means unattended. One of his glorious hands was massaging there, over my heart. It felt so good, so right, that I didn't notice when my trousers were yanked from my legs. I wasn't far enough gone not to feel his finger probing at me. While it was slick and warm, it was a hard, blunt protrusion trying to get into my body. All the pleasure was gone in that moment. I tried to relax, but nothing was working. His hand left my entrance, and he kissed lower, trying to ease my jarred nerves. It probably would have been better to calm me, but Hayato was set on having sex tonight. I realized this when a warm mouth enveloped my waning erection. Faster than I thought possible, I was ready to explode. As I coated my cousin's throat with my seed, I never noticed the two fingers entering my body. I slowly came down from the euphoria of orgasm to the feeling of something working its way into my body only to pull out again. There wasn't any burn this time, just the feeling of being probed. My aftershocks lasted much longer than they ever had with Reika, probably because he kept hitting a spot that made my brain cease to function. Only a couple more minutes of this preparation and he was positioning himself between my legs. This time I did feel that burning, and I opened my mouth to scream, but something stopped me. Looking back, I think maybe it was the look of utter concentration on his face. He cared. He cared. My mouth hung open for a moment as he sank into me fully.

The implications of this revelation ran through my head. I was more to him than just a hole to satisfy his needs. I was more than the host that allowed him to stay under our roof. I was more than family. A word, strangled between us slipped out. I don't even remember who said it, but it was there, in the open.

"Koibito." Lover. Just like that, I'd gone from cousin to much more. Or maybe he had. In any case, it was enough to bring both of us off again. Our cries echoed in the underground room, and I belatedly hoped they wouldn't disturb Reika.

Reika…how could I face her now that I'd done the unimaginable? How would she take the news? I was more than the man she loved; I was the man she was going to marry. Would she still want me when she found out I'd had sex…made love with my own cousin? More than that, Hayato was as male as me. I couldn't tell her, even if it meant we would never be happy together. It was a chance I was prepared to take.

I couldn't even fathom how I would break something like that to her. Everything I came up with sounded cheesy and terrible. "Say, did you have a good night last night, because I sure did. I got fucked by my cousin!" "So, you think that Hayato is skilled enough to win, because I do." No matter how I thought about it, it wouldn't work. The best outcome I could see would be Reika running out on both of us, and the two of us would live here for the rest of our days. It almost sounded like a nice idea.

A week before the contest came to an end; I went to see him again. We'd only spoken at meals, nothing of great importance, but I wanted to spend some time with him. Reika was out shopping, buying dresses and other frivolous things.

I found him in the library, reading something. As the door softly clicked shut, he looked up from his book. I wasn't sure what to say, really. My eyes, of their own accord, looked him over as completely as they could from my place in the doorway. He didn't look anywhere near as muscled as I knew him to be. His plain beige shirt hid his strong figure well. No one would guess he could hold me down with one arm. I walked over, sitting down next to him. I really didn't know why I'd come to him. I leaned back in my chair, eyes closing. I don't know how long I was like that before I noticed the slight breath on my face. My eyes opened, only to be caught by his own. How…? Why..? When did he move? Why hadn't I noticed the knees on either side of my hips? Why didn't I care? A slight smile crossed my face before I leaned up, capturing his lips with my own, much the same way his eyes had caught mine.

It was slow, gentle, everything right. Pulling back a little, I had to ask the question.

"If you win, are you really going to throw me out?" He turned away, features set in a cold mask. He would. I knew he would, but I'd deluded myself into thinking he would let me stay here with him, especially after what we'd shared. He stood and walked out of the library. I didn't try to talk to him about it again.

Yesterday, the contest ended. Both of us lost. I died in my final attempt to secure my prize. Reika was good about it, though. She dressed me before calling in Hayato from his target practice. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen or touched before, but she didn't know that. I stood behind them while Hayato tried to come to grips with what happened. I thought he was taking it well. I should have expected his outburst, though. In a rage, he pulled my body off the bed and began kicking it, talking about how he'd won and what a loser I was. He didn't mean it, though. He was crying, something I hadn't thought him capable of doing. Reika, in all her confusion, picked up his discarded gun and shot him. His final words, though we both heard them, were meant for me.

"I wouldn't have thrown you out. I wanted to be happy here, with you."

Reika dropped the gun, clutching her stomach. She was pregnant, and how she couldn't tell, I wasn't sure. I'd known. They would be twins. Fraternal twins. One would have the same blue hair as me, the other Hayato's gold.

Right now, the two of us are watching her sleep. She's calmed down a lot, something we're both thankful for. Too much upset will hurt the children. I turn to Hayato, the other half of my whole, and smile. Wordlessly, we take each other's hands and disappear into the night, two shining ghosts that none can see. Reika doesn't need us now. She has her own boys to watch over. I only hope they love each other as their fathers did.