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The air was humid and heavy. The sort of temperature that made the clothes stick to one's back and made their mouth feel perpetually thirsty.
Late evening and the sun had begun its dip into the horizon, a splash of orange, pink and purple covered the cloudless skies.
On a roof in Akatsuka, Tokyo were two men, both with the same face. They sat a small distance away from one another to avoid sharing heat. A single cigarette was passed between them, currently being monopolized by the eldest of the two.
"I don't know why Choromatsu and Todomatsu have been so fucking bitchy lately. Is it PMS?" He said, roughly blowing grey smoke from his lips as he crushed the butt into the slates of the roof.
"Perhaps it is the heat that is addling their minds. Or maybe there is a full moon in two rotations of the earth." Karamatsu said, pushing up the sunglasses perched on his nose.
"Whatever it is I'm sick of it because when a fight breaks out I always happen to be in the middle of it."
Reaching across Osomatsu rifled through Karamatsu's jean shorts until he found the cardboard box of cigarettes.
"Ah-Aniki I only have two left…." Karamatsu's feeble attempts to stop his brother fell short when Osomatsu offered a tired grin his way.
"Please, Karamatsu, let me have this. Onii-chan will buy more tomorrow when he wins at the races."
It was an empty promise but Karamatsu just let his shoulders drop and his expectations fell even further. Thankfully he didn't argue anymore and instead tossed the lighter into Osomatsu's lap.
Any other time and Karamatsu probably would've insisted that Osomatsu go buy his own if he was going to be selfish. But even the second son knew how hard of a time Osomatsu was having.
At the start of the week Ichimatsu accidentally let some of his friends pee on Osomatsu's clothes. The smell still hadn't washed out and Matsuyo was forthcoming about the fact that the majority of his clothes were more than likely completely ruined.
Then Jyushimatsu tore some of Osomatsu's favourite manga collection, not on purpose, but it still stung when the fifth son sadly presented the collectors edition in shreds to Osomatsu.
Finally, for a reason Osomatsu couldn't fathom both Choromatsu and Todomatsu had been in such a foul mood all week. They would bicker at any chance they could get and Osomatsu was at the end of his rope.
The final straw was of course not long before the two eldest had climbed on the roof. Todomatsu was happily scrolling through any one of a dozen social media sights he frequented when Choromatsu made some ridiculous comment about the connection between social media and depression….or something like that, truthfully Osomatsu had been too busy staring at a gravure magazine.
Almost immediately Todomatsu flew into a rage with Choromatsu quickly snapping his teeth back at the youngest sextuplet.
The fight went on for two hours .
If that wasn't bad enough someone had eaten Osomatsu's pudding from out of the refrigerator, the one he had been saving since that morning so it would be extra cold. Osomatsu had his money on the perpetrator being Jyushimatsu as he had mentioned something about promising to replace something of Osomatsu's and since the manga was a limited edition copy and in the hundreds of thousands to buy online (even used) he could only assume the pudding was his doing.
Who had Osomatsu pissed off so badly to end up with karma like this? Sure he was no angel and rarely did Osomatsu do anything praiseworthy, but he hadn't done anything too bad lately. They had been given their allowance recently so Osomatsu hadn't stolen any money and he had even been so gracious as to stay out of the way while Karamatsu handled housework.
"Neh Karamatsu, being an older brother is hard." Osomatsu fell back against the mat they had laid out on the room. It was plastic covered so the material was hot but everything was hot so he ignored the slight burn in the back of his neck.
"It has come with many trials." Karamatsu nodded, tight lipped like always.
"After all this I need some stress relief. I need someone to blow me for all the hard work I do."
Karamatsu was silent. Osomatsu peeked one eye open and Karamatsu was looking at him, probably listening quietly so that the eldest son could air out his bad mood. What a sweetheart, truly.
Pulling out the last cigarette Osomatsu tucked between his lips and lit it.
"Not that it's gonna happen. I've got no money and I don't know anyone who'll do it for free."
"I-I see…"
Osomatsu laughed weakly at Karamatsu's response. He seemed to be deep in his thoughts, it was possible he stopped listening a while ago.
From below there was a loud crash that made both brothers tense, followed by three sets of voices all raising in volume.
"Oh for fucks sake." Osomatsu said, sliding off the mat. Karamatsu followed snubbing the last of the cigarette into the empty can on the balcony.
—
That night Osomatsu dreamed. He felt soft hands on his abdomen and on his thighs. Sweat dripped down his chin as an unknown figure gently eased his briefs down around his thighs.
The hand against his cock felt a little bigger than he was expecting, with a slight roughness around the fingertips. Not that he was going to complain. His body felt loose and pliant as he let the figure do as they pleased.
—
When morning arrived in the form of Jyushimatsu loudly jumping out of bed, Osomatsu half expected to be awoken to the feeling of a crusty mess on his stomach. He felt more relaxed than he had in weeks. Flexing his toes and fingers he rubbed his hand over the front of his underwear. There was no mess or any morning wood to speak of.
As weird as that was Osomatsu wondered if he was just pent up. Not that he would be able to do much about it. It was still reasonably early for a NEET like Osomatsu and he could tell today would be hotter than the last. The likelihood of Osomatsu getting a house alone to himself was miniscule.
Still, perhaps it was better that Osomatsu himself got out for a while. He had promised Karamatsu a new pack of cigarettes.
He laid there for a minute longer, feeling light. There was no burning feeling in his chest or heavy malaise from a week-long bout of terrible luck.
Maybe today wouldn't be so bad.
After yesterday Choromatsu, Todomatsu and now Ichimatsu all seemed to be on bad terms. Osomatsu had decided to stay as far away from the whole mess as he could and instead slipped out of the house as he planned to.
The horse races. The smell of dirt and lost money was so familiar to Osomatsu it almost felt like a second home. The ticket in his hands was for a horse that had been talked about in the recent horse racing magazine. Usually Osomatsu didn't think too strongly about his choices at the races and simply went with what his gut told him.
He stood by the guard rails to go yell out some of his frustrations and work up a sweat. Not that he needed to move around too much to do that. The seats were crowded with people even on a weekday, older bored pensioners and NEETs like Osomatsu had all gathered in one spot to give their luck a try.
His heart jumped when the horses leapt out of the gate. The exhilaration of the races didn't compare to any kind of thrill.
The sound of multiple galloping hooves was like a bass drum being struck again and again, making Osomatsu's heart race further. Overhead the tinny sound of the announcer was calling out the horses' positions, speaking so quickly it was hard to keep up.
Osomatsu held his breath as the horses neared the finish line, his horse was inching towards the lead with the jockey urging the horse to go faster.
The world went silent as they passed the line, then an uproar of cheers, screams and applause as the winner was called.
Osomatsu looked down at his ticket and despaired.
The walk home from the races after a loss always felt like it was a million miles long. Sure Todomatsu probably still had money in his wallet but Osomatsu knew Todomatsu was already in a bad mood as it was. The last thing he wanted was to have a fight with the youngest. He fought dirty, hair pulling and scratching were not out of the question.
"It's Osomatsu-nii-san!" A voice from behind Osomatsu said, full of vigor.
Osomatsu turned, feeling a bit better now that his brothers were around. They would be the perfect distraction from Osomatsu's recent loss. Jyushimatsu was donned in his baseball uniform with a catching glove still on his hand, on his nose were a cheap pair of sunglasses, given to him by the man on his left.
For some reason Karamatsu seemed to hesitate in his greeting towards Osomatsu. He chewed his lip for a second and then raised his hand, pointing two fingers at Osomatsu.
"Yo, aniki." He said, his other hand reaching up to adjust his own set of sunglasses.
"Heya! Did you two play catch in the park? I'm surprised, given the heat and all."
"Well – "
"It's not fun to play catch alone! Plus Ichimatsu-nii-san didn't want to play today." Jyushimatsu said, interrupting Karamatsu.
Not that Karamatsu seemed at all bothered about Jyushimatsu speaking over him, as he just nodded a few times in silent agreement. It seemed the recent fighting was being treated like a taboo topic of sorts considering Jyushimatsu was talking around it.
"Yeah, makes sense I guess. Say Karamatsu do you have a spare set of those sunglasses? The glare around here is killing my eyes."
At Osomatsu's request Karamatsu slipped his hand into the front of his vest and pulled out yet another pair of black sunglasses.
He chuckled and flipped them open, handing them to Osomatsu by the frame.
"A true man never comes unprepared."
Walking home as a trio certainly did wonders for Osomatsu's mood. Or a duo and a single who always seemed to lag behind two or three steps.
Osomatsu glanced back at Karamatsu who followed his brothers like an agent, always remaining an even distance away. When Osomatsu stopped Karamatsu would do the same. Jyushimatsu was perplexed that Karamatsu wasn't walking on his right anymore, bringing one loosely curled hand to his mouth like it was still shrouded in a long sleeve.
It would've been easy enough to write off Karamatsu's strange behaviour as another one of his quirks. But, for some reason, Osomatsu was feeling a bit ticked off that Karamatsu was being so distant. He already had to deal with everyone in the house losing their collective marbles, the last thing he wanted was to lose Karamatsu too.
He reached out, gripping Karamatsu by the elbow and hauled him forward until they were standing shoulder to shoulder.
Like the world spinning on its proper axis, Osomatsu felt everything was right again. Karamatsu ducked his head and smiled shyly, it was a shame his sunglasses masked his face.
—
Dinner that night was so awkward it almost made Osomatsu want to throw up his hands and go eat at Chibita's instead. When two of the six brothers fought, usually an armistice of sorts began when dinner was served. When three of the six fought it was like the room was completely split.
Osomatsu ate a bite of stir-fried vegetables acting as though he had no care for the three currently causing everyone's discomfort. In the back of his head he wished he had pre-empted the situation and asked to eat with his parents instead.
"Karamatsu-nii-san, could you pass me the soy sauce?" Todomatsu asked.
Without complaint Karamatsu picked up the soy sauce dispenser and held it out towards the sixth son.
"Karamatsu," Choromatsu said. "Actually I need the soy sauce."
"Oi, Shittymatsu, pass it over." Ichimatsu said, speaking over Choromatsu and Todomatsu who attempted to intervene.
A thin sheen of sweat glowed in the living room light. Karamatsu's tanned skin looked a great deal more pale as his hand holding the dark liquid started to subtly shake.
"Karamatsu-nii-san!"
"Karamatsu!"
"Shittymatsu!"
"That is enough, you three!"
Osomatsu slammed his chopsticks on the table and halted any of them from speaking. Jyushimatsu flinched at the jarring noise and somewhere in his heart he apologised for making him flinch, but Osomatsu wasn't focused on him.
With a surprisingly tender touch Osomatsu reached out and took the soy sauce out of Karamatsu's hands. He stood up and took it out to the kitchen, where he left it on the counter to be put away properly later.
"If you guys can't even ask for soy sauce without arguing, then no one gets to use it." Osomatsu said, sitting back down.
There was a moment of silence. Todomatsu looked understandably furious but snatched up his eating utensils and shoved a chunk of rice into his mouth. Osomatsu nodded, it was smarter that he did so, as opposed to escalating the fight further.
The third and fourth sons were quiet, returning to their meal with similarly sour expressions. Jyushimatsu took a sip of water, eyes darting from one person to the next.
Karamatsu looked at his hand, noticing that it was still shaking.
After dinner everyone went off to do their own activity. The atmosphere hadn't recovered at all and Osomatsu flopped onto the tatami mats in the living room, groaning like he was injured.
Yet another problem with fights in the Matsuno household was that there was always collateral damage. When Osomatsu was forced to try his hand and actually dish out punishments, the innocent were unfairly tried too.
Rolling onto his side Osomatsu scratched his stomach and yawned. He really shouldn't fall asleep yet, he might be a NEET but Osomatsu wasn't keen on messing up his sleep schedule.
He pushed himself up and sluggishly moved upstairs. The genkan was bare of shoes besides Osomatsu's own red slip-ons and Karamatsu's brown leather shoes. It seemed the others were too strung up from earlier. Not that Osomatsu cared particularly, if they were out of the house they were at least away from each other.
Before Osomatsu even reached the bedroom door he could hear the sound of Karamatsu's acoustic guitar. He seemed to just be plucking strings mindlessly as he was known to do when he was anxious. Osomatsu looked at the ceiling, praying that dinner hadn't turned Karamatsu into a insufferable douchebag like his younger brothers seemed to be.
He slid the door open, the rattling made Karamatsu jump slightly and he clutched his guitar to his chest like a shield. When he noticed it was Osomatsu a rough puff of laughter spilled from his lips.
"Good evening Osomatsu," He said, acting as if nothing had happened. "I see my melodies drew you to my side."
In a way he wasn't wrong but the painful delivery made Osomatsu grin. It was still the same old Karamatsu. In his relief Osomatsu forgot to speak and Karamatsu tilted his head, eyes questioning.
"I just wanted to read manga," Osomatsu said, grabbing the first volume on his shelf that came to hand. "But you can keep playing if you want."
Sometimes Karamatsu playing guitar could be annoying, a lot like how they all had frustrating quirks about them, but once in a while it was nice to hear Karamatsu play.
Karamatsu shook his head and placed the guitar ever so gently to the side, propping it against the wall.
"I'm done polishing my musical talents for today. If I'm needed I will be where the slates meet the sky." Karamatsu said, turning towards the window.
"Eh!? You're going on the roof? Nii-chan will come with you."
"W-why? Were you not about to start reading?"
"I don't wanna read all alone! I've read this manga like a hundred times!"
Karamatsu stood contemplating Osomatsu's words. Without saying anything he turned back to the window and lifted one leg in preparation to climb over the wooden frame.
Zipping out of his seat, Osomatsu caught Karamatsu by the belt loops of his jeans and the two tumbled to the floor. There was a loud thump and if their parents had been home the two likely would've been yelled at by now. Osomatsu leapt onto his brother wiggling his fingers like a squashed spider. Karamatsu's brows furrowed before he realized Osomatsu's intentions.
"D-don't! Aniki!"
"Hehe, too bad Karachun."
Karamatsu squawked when Osomatsu pressed his fingers into his waist. He moved them up and down his frame, keeping his weight on Karamatsu so he couldn't thrash too much.
Usually Karamatsu could be regarded as one of the strongest of all the brothers, but his arms barely had any strength to them. When he tried to push Osomatsu off all he could muster was feeble little shoves.
"Hmmm? You've got a pretty nice body Karamatsu." Osomatsu said, pausing for a moment.
"Wha-what are you-you talking ab-about?"
Karamatsu could barely speak through his heavy breathing. Whoops, Osomatsu hadn't intended to speak out loud. It wasn't like he was lying though, Karamatsu had a solid waist but some slight curvature. In the past Osomatsu always thought Karamatsu was actually the most pretty of them all, but he thought it was pointless to think about in great detail.
Great waist, thighs and chest, he could probably be a model if he stopped wearing some of the most garish clothes known to man. Then again maybe it wouldn't help, Osomatsu wasn't well educated in the ways of fashion and he didn't intend to be.
But rather than answer and have to confront his thoughts, Osomatsu wordlessly brought his hands down on Karamatsu until he begged for mercy.
He made sure to keep going until Karamatsu tired out so he didn't have to worry about being bonked for his antics.
—
Wet sounds like someone going to town on an ice-pop. Osomatsu clenched his thighs and sighed, his groin pulsating. He breathed hotly and the figure before him was still just a shadowy shroud that had a vaguely human form.
In his dream masked in a sheet of darkness almost like the two were in a pitch black room. He couldn't see them but they more than likely could see Osomatsu. Not that he cared particularly when the soft brush of their silky lips curled a fraction tighter around the head of his cock and tongued at the hole. His whole body shook as he came, a burst of colour behind his closed eyelids.
Just like that he fell deeper into sleep, his mind swimming as he watched the figure lean up and wipe their mouth with their arm.
—
Osomatsu bolted awake, he was sweaty and still half-asleep but the sunny rays from the open window burned his eyes. He looked down at his pristine briefs and wondered what the fuck was going on.
As someone in his twenties Osomatsu had been subjected to nocturnal emissions enough times to know that there should be a mess left behind to clean up. Preferably himself in the bathroom as opposed to forcing his dear sweet mother to deal with it. Just the thought made him shudder.
But for the past two nights in a row he had been completely clean. Not a single stain in sight. Not that Osomatsu was going to complain about this odd phenomenon - if some spectral being was sucking his cock of an evening, well Osomatsu supposed there was worse things it could be doing.
Plus, during all the stress and strife going on in his life at the time, having a little relief was much appreciated.
Then again, why target only Osomatsu? If Choromatsu was getting head it would've been evident right from the get go and even though they were brothers they were known to share an uncomfortable amount of information with each other. It only led to a branching path of more unanswered questions.
A gentle snore on Osomatsu's right made him look over. Karamatsu was still asleep with his arms wrapped around his pillow and his leg curled over the summer blanket. He looked peaceful with his brows curled downwards and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.
Besides himself and Karamatsu the room was empty, strange as it was considering the wall clock read for a little after eight AM.
Osomatsu smacked his lips and fanned out his vest, wincing at the movement that just wafted his own body odor into his face.
Though he was tempted to leave Karamatsu to sleep a while longer, Osomatsu shook the second son awake anyway. Firstly because breakfast would be served soon, knowing Matsuyo's strict time keeping, and because Osomatsu didn't want to be alone.
Karamatsu whined in a way he only did when he wasn't aware of other people being in the room. He kicked his legs like he was having a tantrum, gripping his pillow in a stranglehold.
"C'mon Karamatsu, don't make onii-chan tickle you again."
Karamatsu jumped up, eyes bleary and mouth crusted with drool, but he was awake.
"No!" He said. "No more tickling."
"Then let's get ready, have breakfast and take a bath. We both stink."
Sharing a room with five other bodies was a luxury in the winter, when their combined body heat made everything feel cozy and warm. During the summer it was like burning in an inferno some days and a sauna on others.
Last night was more reminiscent of a sauna, hot, sweaty and stifling.
Lumbering to the set of drawers, Osomatsu pulled out some light clothes to change into. Matsuyo probably wouldn't complain about them taking a cold shower at home as long as they didn't waste water.
Karamatsu followed suit, carefully folding a thin blue vest, clean underwear and a pair of denim shorts into a small stack.
Downstairs the pair stepped into the kitchen expecting to find their mother but Karamatsu pointed out the note pinned onto the refrigerator with a magnet. Apparently Matsuyo had stepped out for the day to go spend time with a friend who had invited her over to enjoy their working AC. Slight gloating aside Osomatsu was almost a little happy he didn't have to handle his mother complaining about their lack of job so early in the morning.
More importantly she had left some food for them both in the refrigerator, stating that everyone else had gone out. She needed at least one brother to stay home however, as she had some packages being delivered.
"What a pain." Osomatsu said as he opened the refrigerator door. The cool brush on his skin from the cooling was like a balm.
He grabbed both his and Karamatsu's trays from out of the refrigerator, handing one to the second son.
"Good luck, Aniki! I know you will complete mummy's mission to perfection!"
"Ehe, thanks Karama – Hey! Why do I have to stay home?"
Karamatsu seemed shocked at Osomatsu's words. Most days Osomatsu was almost happy to be a hermit in their living room or bedroom.
"On a day such as this one I could not abandon my Karamatsu Girls!"
"No~." Osomatsu stomped his feet like a child. "I don't wanna be home alone."
"Then I shall handle mummy's request! No need to fret Osomatsu, let this Karamatsu handle it for you."
"Huh? Is there a reason you're trying to avoid me? Did you finally notice I stole the change out of your wallet?"
"That was you!?"
Really Karamatsu should've known but failing Osomatsu's coin collection, he couldn't think of much he had done to cause the second son to avoid him so much. Sure he had smoked the last of his cigarettes and still hadn't bought new ones, but besides about six hundred yen from Karamatsu's own allowance, Osomatsu was broke.
"Listen up, I'm sorry about your smokes ok? I was stressed out and you know how it gets."
The apology was half-hearted, mostly because Osomatsu wasn't that sorry he had smoked Karamatsu's supply. But if it got Karamatsu to forgive him it was an easy out.
"It is – that is – I don't…." Karamatsu turned away, shoulders curled and fingers tugging anxiously at the hem of his pyjamas.
He looked young again and Osomatsu's natural born instinct as an older brother kicked into overdrive. It wasn't usually Karamatsu who had such an affect, in fact Osomatsu rarely saw Karamatsu in the realms of a cute younger brother. Well, he did but he didn't. It was a very complicated scale in his heart.
"Spend the day with me Karamatsu! When was the last time it was just the two of us?" Osomatsu said. "We can eat snacks, watch movies, talk on the roof and take a bath together just the two of us."
He lifted his hand, using his fingers to list the activities that came to mind. Turning his expectant grin to Karamatsu he watched whatever barrier he had put up in his mind slowly crumble like a wall made of sand.
"I…I understand. Let us enjoy a fun filled day indoors, Osomatsu."
It was no exaggeration when Osomatsu leapt for joy. He nearly dropped his onigiri on the floor but thankfully Karamatsu caught it before it hit the ground.
Post breakfast the two stepped into the bathroom naked as the day they were born. It was actually quite comfortable given the heat and humidity. The white walled bathroom gave off a sparkling shine courtesy of the house impromptu cleaner Karamatsu, though he didn't get to use the house bath, still cleaned it everyday at the behest of his mother.
The bath still got decent use everyday from Matsuyo and Matsuzo so Karamatsu at least looked good in their eyes, which was all that mattered.
Osomatsu stepped up to the shower box beside the bath and turned the dial until the shower chugged and then sprayed water. It was still tepid and made both brothers yelp in surprise.
"Osomatsu!" Karamatsu said, jumping away from the water.
"My bad, my bad. It'll warm up in a second."
The pipes in the house were old and in need of a replacement but finding someone to do the job at a decent price was near impossible. Osomatsu awaited the day one of the brothers would be forced to endure plumbing lessons just so they would have to do it themselves. Free of charge no less.
Gradually as the water warmed, Osomatsu stopped the water heater and checked the water with his hands. It was lukewarm and much more pleasant.
"You shower first aniki, I will follow you afterwards." Karamatsu said, picking up their fathers shower gel.
Osomatsu snorted. "And waste water? Ma will faint if she sees the water bill Karachun."
Looking conflicted, Karamatsu nodded slowly and stepped into the water besides his brother.
At some point Osomatsu ended up sat on the stool with Karamatsu washing his back. The smell of cheap shower gel was leagues more pleasant than their stale sweat and Osomatsu relished in Karamatsu's familiarly gentle washing technique.
Karamatsu leaned forward, trying to reach for the gel since the suds had already washed out of the cloth. Karamatsu's chest pressed against him. His skin was slippery, soft and warm against Osomatsu's back. It felt like plush pillows on his shoulder blade and he gasped a little at the feeling.
He had seen so many AV in shower situations where the woman would use her body like a sponge to lather the man's body. It was all Osomatsu could think about for a good part of his late teens and the feeling of Karamatsu pressed up to him revived that tenfold.
Osomatsu shook his head. What was wrong with him today? He had already looked at Karamatsu provocatively that morning, followed by that weird feeling of wanting to be around Karamatsu more and more.
He blamed his dreams, thinking that his weird blowjob fantasies were causing him issues. But there was no mess. Unless he had erectile dysfunction…
A feeling of panic welled up inside Osomatsu as he swiftly shut off the water, looking at Karamatsu who blinked owlishly.
"Shower's over! Let's go have fun."
He was glad that it wasn't in Karamatsu nature to question him. If it had been anyone else, Osomatsu probably would've had to have made up some excuse as to why he was acting so oddly.
Not that Karamatsu accepted it blindly, he certainly watched Osomatsu questioningly for a moment, but dropped it in favour of getting dry. He was the kind of person who could only focus on one activity at a time.
They ended up in the living room, previously Osomatsu had mentioned movies as a fun brotherly activity. What he actually meant was his stack of AV's he had purchased over the years. With most of his family out of the house and a fully working DVD player there was no reason for Osomatsu not to take advantage of the situation.
He picked out his favourite of the bunch 'Saki-chan Needs Her Onii-chan'. The title really grabbed him at the video rental store and after his first rental he had gone back and bought the CD.
His co-watcher offered no complaints to his choices so Osomatsu popped the CD into place and fiddled with the remote until the menu glowed in the darkness.
They had shut the curtains to keep the glare off of the screen and for more privacy. There wasn't much they could do about the living room doors, but if anyone came home Osomatsu was a master of speed muting the television.
Electronic music with a slow beat began to play as the menu popped onto the screen. Osomatsu selected the start option and there was a short fade to black as the scene started.
Saki-chan as played by a one time AV actress (as Osomatsu later found out) was standing before the camera in a spaghetti strap vest and teeny tiny gym shorts. She was small but her chest had to be at least a double d cup and her silky black hair brushed around her collarbone.
Needless to say that for Osomatsu it had been akin to love at first sight. Nowadays as an older man Osomatsu tended to watch the video more objectively as opposed to his younger days when he fantasised about having wild marathon love-filled sex with the girl of his dreams.
The camera never left Saki-chan as she moved to bed in a set that was designed to look like a generic boys bedroom. There were a few band posters and a couple cheap figurines to make it a bit more lively. The actual view of the man in the video was never revealed other than his hands and his dick which was probably why Osomatsu found it so easy to project onto the video before.
Saki-chan moaned as her breast was grabbed through her vest, body arching exaggeratedly as she called out for her older brother in a sweet, needy voice. The AV didn't mess around with introductions or poorly acted build-up, it got right down to the meat and potatoes from the get go. It was usually around this point that Osomatsu would start getting in the mood and he might not be hard but the tingles in his thighs and stomach would make his heart race with anticipation.
And sure, there was the slightest of reactions but nothing like it used to. He leaned back a bit, hoping if he got a bit more comfortable then maybe it would be easier to enjoy.
Saki-chan pulled her vest over her head, two shapely breasts bounced as the thin cloth finally was removed. She picked up the other actors hand and coquettishly placed it against her bare skin, begging him to touch her more and more.
"Does Osomatsu like this kind of play?" Karamatsu asked, picking up the CD box which had been left carelessly on the floor.
To be honest, momentarily Osomatsu had forgotten Karamatsu was in the room.
"Eh, it's pretty good. Don't tell me you've never thought about it even once, Karachun."
The blank look he received was telling enough. It served as a harsh reminder that Osomatsu was currently watching porn with possibly the most vanilla person he knew. Karamatsu was the kind of guy who looked up 'true love' on porn websites or would send love poems to sex chat rooms.
That wasn't to say Karamatsu was clueless or embarrassed about the concept of sex. He would constantly flash his naked body at people and wore so much leather Osomatsu wondered for a while if he would see him come home in a leash one of these days. But he never seemed to. His tastes were completely tame, what most would call boring.
Not that Osomatsu cared much. If he just wanted to jerk off to something without worrying he was going to end up watching weird kinks he would usually use Karamatsu's stash. Though getting past the mountain of men's fashion magazines was a challenge. Mostly for Osomatsu's rib cage.
At some point while the two were talking Saki-chan and her 'brother' had moved on. She was pawing at his jeans, pulling down the zipper with a faux angelic expression on her face. She looked at it with such exaggerated shock it was hard to tell if she was taking this seriously or not. It didn't get any less hot when she began to handle the dick in front of her, trying hard not to use techniques only a pro would know.
The man took hold of her head and eased her head down until her nose was pressed against his lower abdomen and her shiny wet eyes pleaded for more.
"Fuck…." Osomatsu breathed shuffling on the spot. He was definitely feeling it so much more now but his boner refused to make itself known. "How does she do that without gagging? It's gotta be like a superpower or something."
Of course it was at times like that Karamatsu would drop a bomb shell of a statement.
"It is? I can do that too." He said, almost like he was incredulous Osomasu couldn't.
"Wh-wha-what!?" He yelled, pushing himself back up.
"Aniki please use your indoor voice."
"No! I mean, there is no way you can fit something as big as that….all the way down."
Karamatsu's brows knitted and he pursed his lips. He stood up and for a moment Osomatsu thought he might storm out of the house but instead he instructed Osomatsu not to move. He left the room and Osomatsu could hear him rooting around in the kitchen through the paper thin walls of their house.
He came back with a frozen fruit pop, it was covered in plastic that had chunks of ice presumably from where it was left forgotten in the back of the freezer.
"Aw hey, if you knew there were pops left you should've – wait no way. Are you gonna…?"
Karamatsu dropped back onto the floor without another word, tearing open the plastic with little to no restraint. The wrapping ended up in the trash bin, ice shards and all.
Holding the wooden stick handle Karamatsu licked the flat top to the red strawberry flavoured iced treat, eyes lidded and his eyelashes seemed longer than normal. With the flat of his tongue he licked from top to bottom. A dull white smoke drifted from the ice pop and wetted Karamatsu's lips in a sugary dull shine. The smell of artificial strawberry was surely what was making Osomatsu dizzy and not the shocking display from his brother.
Karamatsu opened his mouth, teeth covered by his lips and pink tongue peeking out. Inch by inch the red ice pop disappeared into his mouth, it was almost like watching Karamatsu perform a magic trick. He moaned, closing his eyes and swiping his tongue around the popsicle. Osomatsu breathed out, it came out staggered like he was wheezing for air. Ever so slowly he pulled he ice pop out of his mouth, sticky strands of strawberry syrup and saliva connected his lips to the frozen pop. All of his movements were captivating, right down to the slow swipe of his tongue over his plump lips and the bat of his eyelashes.
"Matsuno-san! Are you there? Delivery!"
With lightning fast movements Osomatsu slapped his hand down on the TV remote and switched off the box. He nudged Karamatsu's leg, insisting that he handle the delivery, he was closer to the door after all. Karamatsu flipped his hair and huffed a little but went to the door as the delivery guy sounded more demanding.
Osomatsu bent over hiding his boner and begged his body to calm down.
—
After a session in the toilet Osomatsu did feel a lot better. He managed to stave off the images of Karamatsu, but Osomatsu wasn't so dim that he neglected to notice that he hadn't really not been thinking about him either.
He took back his CD and tossed it back in the closet where all the other AV's could be found. It would probably get mixed up with Choromatsu's stash but at this point Osomatsu wasn't bothered about it.
Karamatsu…he had stepped out of the house sometime between putting away the delivery and Osomatsu's time alone. His shoes were missing from the genkan and Osomatsu wanted to kick himself for being so careless. Well, perhaps it was for the best, Osomatsu didn't know if he could look at Karamatsu the same after what he had seen. Where had he learned to do such things?
Osomatsu liked to believe himself to be a level-headed and reliable person in times of strife, but even he had his downfalls. For instance he often forgot to clear out his jeans when they were put through the wash or he had a bad habit of being too involved where his brothers were concerned. Which he would hope that in being so thorough about their day-to-day habits Osomatsu realised he had slipped on noticing how little he spent time around Karamatsu.
The reason wasn't complicated. In fact, Osomatsu had come to terms with it a long time ago. Karamatsu was pretty boring sometimes. He could spend hours upon hours just staring off into space, standing at the same part of the park in the hopes of catching his so-called Karamatsu Girls. It wasn't like Ichimatsu or Todomatsu who would constantly move to new places during the day and in Ichimatsu's case potentially quite dangerous places too.
As such Osomatsu spent more time watching over his younger brothers who did more. It made Osomatsu wonder what Karamatsu was doing on those days. Osomatsu hadn't been there. He chewed the skin around his nails both in contemplation and irritation. It felt like his entire world had been turned upside down. Images flashed into his head of men offering Karamatsu money in exchange for his talents.
He wasn't disgusted by the thought of gay sex. As previously stated he had tailed Ichimatsu into some unfortunate gatherings, mostly for cat food money and he had been upfront about asking Ichimatsu if he was ok doing such acts. The fourth son at the time had merely shrugged and admitted that he was pretty popular with men so it was a win-win for everyone.
The same could be said for Karamatsu, who in his teenage years always got tangled with an older guy who was way too pushy. His habit of wearing revealing clothing did little to discourage those sorts of people from leaving him alone even in recent times. However Osomatsu had thought he was still running from them like he had when he was a meek little boy.
If Ichimatsu doing those things was fine then why was Karamatsu so different? Osomatsu didn't know. Karamatsu wasn't an innocent maiden nor was he a child but when Osomatsu imagined him putting that tongue to good use on a man of unknown origin his blood boiled like burning caramel.
Osomatsu hissed with pain as he bit down too hard on a soft patch of skin. He blew on it a few times but a single bead of red blood made him huff with annoyance. Stomping downstairs to the kitchen he washed his hands and wrapped his finger in a bandaid. The pain in his finger hadn't faded away and through the beige material he could see a single red dot.
—
Dinner was a much calmer affair thanks to Todomatsu who made the executive decision to spend the evening out with his friends. There was no sign of apologies considering Ichimatsu and Choromatsu were even more awkward around each other than usual, but they had the decency not to bring their personal disputes to the dinner table.
Karamatsu and Jyushimatsu were making up for the poor mood by talking excitedly about their day. With one person missing from the table the portion sizes had grown and the urge to steal food wasn't in anyone's minds. Osomatsu was content to listen to whatever ramblings the two were having with half an ear and his eyes on set firmly on his food.
Every time Karamatsu lifted his chopsticks to his lips Osomatsu was reminded of what he had witnessed some hours ago. The smell of strawberry seemed to linger in the back of his nose. He slurped up cold somen noodles and hoped no one picked up on how quiet he was for a change.
After dinner he returned to their room to hang out by the window and stare off into nothingness. His head felt both too full and too empty and he drifted from thought to thought while the clouds rolled by.
"You've been quiet. What's going on?"
A voice spoke up from behind Osomatsu and he could faintly make out the smell of acrylic paint and cheap deodorant.
"Ahhh, Choro-chan…" Osomatsu said, resting his cheek on the window sill. "How do I explain?"
"Just tell me. When have you ever been reserved?"
He wasn't wrong, being embarrassed wasn't in Osomatsu's nature, so as instructed he spoke his thoughts out loud.
"Do you think Karamatsu would be good in bed?"
The swift kick to his sternum nearly made him throw up his dinner but he recovered just enough to grip the sofa for dear life and climb up in the hopes of being further away from the third son.
"O-owww owie owie…"
"D-don't whine like that! Like you didn't just say something completely, utterly –" Choromatsu sputtered and spat, gripped his hands into fists and then untensed his whole body with a long drawn out sigh. "Actually no, I'm in the wrong. I was the one who told you to speak your mind."
It was as close to an apology as Osomatsu would get so he nodded weakly and rubbed his sore stomach.
"Listen I…I don't get it either. Something happened today and I'm all messed up because of it." Osomatsu said, slouching against the backrest of the sofa.
For a brief moment Choromatsu looked genuinely concerned for his brother. Likely both curious about what happened and still disturbed by what he had been asked.
"I…I can't answer that question for you. Are you pent up or something?"
Osomatsu rubbed a hand through his hair. "No! I mean, it's the opposite. My balls haven't felt so empty in my life. But I'm still getting boners just fine."
Pinching the bridge of his nose Choromatsu grinded his teeth.
"I didn't need to know all of that! Maybe, I don't know, maybe it's not Karamatsu. It's probably just a coincidence or something."
Osomatsu shook his head, he still felt tingles when he remembered Karamatsu's little ice pop trick. "Nah, it's definitely Karamatsu."
Throwing up his hands, Choromatsu halted the conversation. Thankfully he didn't look quite as angry or disgusted although the deep crease in his brow was telling enough.
"Then I don't know. Fuck him then!" He yelled exasperated. Who knew what the others downstairs thought of the sudden outburst.
Choromatsu chose that time to grab his backpack from the closet as well as his coin purse. "Just don't do it when we're home. Ugh, and don't ever talk to me about this again."
The sound of his footfalls was quickly followed by Matsuyo telling him to stop stomping. The third son acquiesced but he probably wasn't pleased about it.
Osomatsu shook his head and sprawled out over the sofa. Choromatsu spoke out of anger and frustration, not a literal command for Osomatsu to sleep with his brother, but somehow when Choromatsu said it Osomatsu didn't feel an ounce of disgust.
It gave him a lot to think about.
—
That night neither Todomatsu nor Choromatsu returned home from wherever they disappeared to. Jyushimatsu somehow knew the location of the youngest who was staying with some friends from high school. Choromatsu continued to be an enigma, though Osomatsu wasn't worried about him. It wasn't unlike the idol otaku to spend the night hanging out with fellow otaku after an idol show.
Unfortunately the space on either side of Osomatsu was uncomfortable. He didn't like feeling so stranded and alone, although Jyushimatsu was the same he slept without any worries, arms and legs splayed out.
He had been staring at the ceiling for the past hour, doing nothing but thinking of what Choromatsu had said. It swirled around his head again and again like his brain was a cauldron.
He looked to his right and watched Karamatsu for a brief moment.
"Karamatsu?" He whispered.
The second jumped as if he had been electrocuted, his eyes wide and hands gripping at the thin sheet covering his stomach.
"Bu-brother, you…you're still awake." Karamatsu said, sounding light of breath. Slowly his body untensed and though shrouded in the dark, Osomatsu could almost hear his smile.
"Yeah…I'm just having trouble sleeping tonight I guess."
Ichimatsu let out a deep growl and Karamatsu whined in pain.
"S-sorry, my little Ichimatsu…"
It seemed the fourth son was getting irritated at the noise around him. Reaching over, Osomatsu tugged on Karamatsu's arm until he stood up and followed Osomatsu out of the room.
The whole house was dark but having lived there for over two decades neither brother had any problem tiptoeing downstairs. Osomatsu had Karamatsu go on ahead as he was clumsy and if he fell down Osomatsu didn't want to get caught in the fray.
They slipped out of the house wearing slippers and basking in the early morning breeze. The outside was covered in a layer of navy blue shade and the fluorescent lights in the streets had been switched off, leaving only the light from the moon and vending machines.
Osomatsu dropped on the wooden bench, creaking with the sudden weight. Without a need for an invitation Karamatsu sat down as well, leaving a considerable gap between himself and Osomatsu. Sure it was still pretty humid but there was a part of the eldest son that wanted Karamatsu to come closer. As his body went to move he recalled Choromatsu's words and stopped short, remaining on his side of the bench.
"Alright, get the pack out Karamatsu." Osomatsu said, leaning back and kicking his feet.
"I…I don't know what you speak of."
"Mm-hm sure you don't." Osomatsu said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I know you bought more smokes."
Actually no, Osomatsu didn't know but as usual Karamatsu was more easy to read than a picture book. His shoulders bounced and he bit his lip, turning his head away in the hopes Osomatsu wouldn't see. When his pristine canine let go of his lip it was plump like a strawberry. Osomatsu bit his tongue, nails digging into the wood to maintain his composure.
"Fine. But just one, aniki. Do you understand?" Karamatsu held up a finger and spoke in English, eyebrows knitted.
With a shrug, Osomatsu took the single cigarette from Karamatsu's fingers with his mouth. It was dark and a little hard to see and he could feel the brush of Karamatsu's fingers over his lips, leaving a strange tingling sensation.
"Shit, I forgot a lighter." Karamatsu patted his otherwise empty pockets and clicked his tongue.
"Here, I've got that one handled." Osomatsu lit his cigarette and leaned over bumping the two white ends together until they lit up with an orange glow.
Even in the limited light sources Osomatsu could make out Karamatsu's wide eyes and still figure. Osomatsu was well known to be touchy-feely and often became irritated if he didn't have some skin contact, but he wasn't often that way around Karamatsu. For some reason it was almost like there was an invisible bubble surrounding Karamatsu's person.
That wasn't to say Osomatsu didn't touch his brother, but it seemed disproportionately less than the others. Perhaps it was subconscious, but Osomatsu had never realised it until that very moment.
They sat and smoked in silence for a while, there was little to no sounds besides the wind and their breathing. In their area cars were sparse and it wasn't close to any bars, so it was usually devoid of people. Karamatsu was watching the sky as a plane was passing overhead, the small blinking lights were mesmerising and almost looked like stars that were masked by the light pollution.
It made Osomatsu wonder what Karamatsu was thinking. He wasn't the predictable type, though he supposed none of the Matsuno's were. Before he knew it his mouth opened, breaking the delicate silence.
"Hey, what're you thinking about?"
Karamatsu's eyes didn't break contact with the sky. "I wonder if I'm doing the right thing…"
Not expecting such a profound answer Osomatsu blinked for a second and propped his cigarette back into his mouth.
"That's uh, pretty vague."
"Lately there is someone who I have wanted to help, but…I cannot tell if my assistance has improved their situation or not."
"Well how did you help?"
Tight lipped Karamatsu just sucked on the filter of the cigarette and blew out smoke, crushing the stubby end into the pavement floor. There was a broken terracotta plant pot filled with cigarette butts that he flicked it into.
After a moment Osomatsu realised he wasn't going to answer no matter how long the eldest waited.
"You've got a good soul, Kara-chan. I don't know what situation you've gone and gotten yourself into, but if you end up in hot water you can always rely on onii-chan."
Karamatsu's cheeks turned a little pink at the compliment, he had always been weak to the kind words of others. Knowing Karamatsu he had stopped listening after the compliment anyway. He breathed out again with his back against the wall and legs splayed out in front of him. His pyjama shirt was mostly unbuttoned revealing his chest, nipples pressed against the fabric from the sudden cold breeze. Tan lines from the days of the hot sun revealed milky and bronze skin that Osomatsu's fingers itched to reach out and touch.
He tossed the vestiges of his cigarette away and the two went back indoors, quietly laying down in their respective spots. Sleep didn't come easily to Osomatsu who stared at Karamatsu's bare chest, as if he was trying to sear it into his memory.
—
There was no mysterious visitor that night. Osomatsu cursed whoever it was for making him deal with his messy morning wood the next day.
He was accustomed to handling such matters and furiously washed his underwear in the sink with soap and hot water. Wringing out the majority of the water he checked for stains and was happy to find he had cleaned it before any long lasting stains could remain. If it hung up on the washing pole outdoors it would be dry within the hour.
Better yet there was a pile of clean washing left in a hamper to be put outside by Choromatsu that Osomatsu dropped them into.
Refreshed, clean and tired Osomatsu stumbled back upstairs to change his clothes. In their bedroom Choromatsu and Todomatsu seemed to be discussing something in great depth. That explained why Choromatsu hadn't done his daily chore. Since they sounded civil, Osomatsu could only assume they were finally making amends, much to Osomatsu's relief. It was about time.
He listened for a little while, as the eldest didn't actually know why they were fighting. It was something unbelievably stupid as Osomatsu expected to begin with.
"—and I know I embarrassed you, but you embarrassed me too! So I just retaliated…which was wrong…"
"I'll do better next time. That was just-just a one time mistake that's all! So, can we please stop fighting now?"
Osomatsu nodded to himself, good, they were finally talking this all out. He didn't even have to get involved that much. Not that he cared too much as long as it got resolved; it was just a bonus that those two had enough sense to work out amongst themselves.
From the slight creak of the stairs Osomatsu could tell someone was coming up. The sight of black hair topped with a pair of cheap plastic sunglasses told him everything he needed to know.
Karamatsu paused presumably opening his mouth to ask why Osomatsu had no pants on but the eldest motioned for him to be silent, pointing at their bedroom door. The second son approached and pressed his ear against the door, looking at Osomatsu with puzzlement.
From inside the conversation between Choromatsu and Todomatsu seemed to be winding down. Around summer they were always making plans of some sort and it would be no surprise if that day wasn't any different. Karamatsu opened his mouth with shock, looking at Osomatsu with a slight glee. It was moving when a fight would be smoothed over, but for a sensitive person like Karamatsu he was prideful when his cute little brothers would fix broken bonds and join hands in harmony.
Ugh, Osomatsu was even starting to think like him. Still, it was cute to hear them awkwardly apologise.
Though Osomatsu was pantless, he should probably break up the happy atmosphere soon before he just decided to go the day without them at all.
"Hey guys, have you got some money you can lend me?"
The question was asked as Osomatsu opened the sliding door to their shared bedroom. He strolled into the room ignoring the third and sixth son's expression as he reached into the drawer to retrieve clean underwear. Karamatsu followed closely behind, grabbing his guitar and scuttling to the roof to sing his heart out.
"By the way Choro-chan, the washing is downstairs. Ma probably won't be too happy if it gets mildewy."
Choromatsu paused almost as if he was about to ignore Osomatsu's words before he jumped to his feet, remembering his chore. Todomatsu also left looking much more relieved than he had before, even the air in the house seemed lighter than before.
"Make sure you talk to Ichimacchan next." Osomatsu said as Todomatsu walked past him.
The sixth son glared at him for just a second before his facade fell and he looked to the floor. He was probably more nervous about confronting Ichimatsu than he had been about Choromatsu. The third son was more open to dialogue and speaking honestly about his feelings as opposed to Ichimatsu, who would rather chew on a cactus.
Even so, it wasn't Osomatsu's fight and the best he could do is push Choromatsu and Todomatsu's back in the hopes they work up the courage to say something. It was better than letting the bad feeling fester like an infected wound.
Nodding silently Todomatsu hurried out of the room and down the stairs.
As far as Osomatsu was concerned his job as the eldest was done for the time being.
He headed downstairs to find Jyushimatsu folding clothes with their mother, the local baseball game playing on the TV to keep Jyushimatsu in the room. He tried to slip away like an eel but Matsuyo caught sight of him and forced him to sit down and help.
Since the day was so hot she wanted to put on multiple washes and in order to do so she needed to stay on top of the laundry, drying and folding, which admittedly was a lot of work for one person.
"NEET number two is also home, right? Maybe I can rope him into it too." Matsuyo said. With two, maybe three people the work would be easy and she could spend the day at her friend's perfectly air conditioned home again.
"Rope? Baseball!" Jyushimatsu said, smoothing out a t-shirt.
Osomatsu regretted ever putting pants on.
—
Although mundane, Osomatsu was pretty happy to spend the day at home since he had no money and he didn't feel like going out when it was so humid. At home they had cold water, ice pops and cold oolong tea from out of the refrigerator.
Choromatsu stayed home too, claiming he wanted his full energy for a weekend-long idol show and Jyushimatsu slipped away sometime when he claimed he needed a bathroom break.
In the case of the second son Osomatsu could hear him strumming on the roof alone, whistling and repeatedly playing the same three strings. How he wasn't bored and too hot was beyond Osomatsu.
The urge to follow Karamatsu onto the roof was fizzing inside Osomatsu like a shaken can of soda. On the one hand he knew he should give Karamatsu some distance since Osomatsu's mind was filled with thoughts of the second son. But the want to be near him was far stronger and Osomatsu gripped his cargo shorts, forcing his focus onto the TV.
"Listen…about–about the other day." Choromatsu started, his voice cutting through Osomatsu's thoughts.
"Uh, yeah?"
"Is that–are you still thinking about it?"
It was just like Choromatsu to contradict himself and ask Osomatsu more about his sinful thoughts despite the fact he told Osomatsu never to discuss them with him again.
Osomatsu just nodded, he was prepared to talk at length about how he had imagined the taste of Karamatsu's sweat slick skin and the feeling on their tongues in each other's mouths. However, Osomatsu also could feel the phantom pains from his abdomen from the inevitable beating he would get if he went into too much detail.
"So, this has become a regular occurance."
"Only…only recently." That may or may not be true, but Osomatsu wasn't ready to confront those thoughts yet.
"Oh." Choromatsu nodded a couple of times, dazed. His eyes became sharp like a broken glass. "If you hurt him I will kill you."
"Ah, hey! He's still my brother, I would never!"
To his credit Choromatsu did seem to take that on board and nodded again. If anything the sudden feeling of fear at the thought of hurting Karamatsu like that was reassuring. It reminded Osomatsu that he wasn't a monster for his thoughts, even if he had accidentally spilled them to Choromatsu.
"And it's just Karamatsu?" Choromatsu asked, face tight.
"Wha–Yes! Why are you looking at me like that?"
"...I had to make sure." He said, breathing a sigh of relief.
An awkward silence fell over the room. Choromatsu wiped his palms on his sandy beige shorts and choked out a laugh.
"Better him than me!"
"H-hey, that's rude." Osomatsu said back, laughing with about as much genuine cheer. "Anyways I'm gonna go–go up on the roof."
"Really, Osomatsu-nii-san," Choromatsu's earlier facade dropped. "On the roof?"
Heat burst onto Osomatsu's face, he knew himself that he was being painfully transparent but he couldn't help it. He was never good at stopping when he truly wanted something, or in this case someone .
He closed the sliding door without breaking eye contact hoping Choromatsu wouldn't pursue his line of questioning further. Once the wooden door hit the frame Osomatsu was up the stairs like a bullet, pleasantly surprised to find the window to their room still wide open.
Karamatsu's voice could be heard loud and clear, accompanied by the chirp of many birds. While the second son's singing wasn't popular with the local neighbourhood, it seemed to have won the hearts of the fauna. He was sat with his legs crossed and his guitar positioned on his lap. His tenor voice stood out compared to the birds who were of a much higher pitch.
For a moment Osomatsu just watched. Although earlier Osomatsu thought he was desperate to be beside Karamatsu, just seeing his younger brother was enough. A soft breeze gently tousled Karamatsu's hair and he laughed at the ticklish feeling of a bird's feathers brushing against his neck. It was not a laugh Osomatsu heard often from him, so unreserved and honest, Osomatsu could only sigh, eyes locked on the man on the roof.
It reminded Osomatsu of when they were children. Back then Karamatsu was more of a crybaby which, considering how quickly the second son resorted to tears, was hard to imagine. They didn't interact much as kids, not alone anyway. Every activity seemed to be done as pairs or as a group of six and Osomatsu was almost always paired up with Choromatsu. Back then age orders didn't matter and they would play everyday without any concerns.
Looking at Karamatsu playing guitar and singing revived those lost feelings from so long ago. In a way it was inspiring, it made Osomatsu want to dance as he had done as a child or accompany him with an instrument of his own. He wanted Karamatsu to praise him after a performance and show him that innocent, genuine smile again.
"Aniki?" Karamatsu said, looking down from the roof. The pigeon on his shoulder cooed, tilting its grey head.
"A-ah, hey, Karamatsu."
"What seems to be the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, no, I'm doing good. Just peachy!" Osomatsu cursed his nervous habit of talking too much under pressure. Thankfully Karamatsu didn't seem to mind and he relaxed a fraction.
"That is a relief…" Karamatsu said. "Did you perhaps come up here to join me?"
Uselessly optimistic. Osomatsu had once heard Todomatsu describe Karamatsu as such on a number of occasions. It seemed fitting.
"Uh, I can sing a couple tunes, I guess. Why not?"
The pigeon on Karamatsu's shoulder spread its wings, and stretched out its body. From where Osomatsu stood it was as if Karamatsu had sprouted small grey-white wings and looked down at him with the sunny glow radiating an aura around him. Whatever delusion his mind had conjured was quickly erased when the pigeon took off in flight, leaving a few scattered wings on the roof. Karamatsu stared expectantly, completely unaware of Osomatsu's overactive imagination.
—
They sat together side by side with a mat placed underneath them to prevent the heat of the roof tiles burning them. At some point around noon Choromatsu left the house with a bag slung over his back looking filled to the brim. He waved to his older brothers and although it was hard to see his facial expression from so high up Osomatsu couldn't help but feel Choromatsu was still judging him.
Not that Osomatsu could blame him. The eldest son had dropped some bomb shells recently and probably gave Choromatsu more than enough emotional baggage to deal with for one lifetime.
Ah, well, what was done was done and Osomatsu had no power taking back what had already been said.
"Bingo, baby! Come on!" Karamatsu said, voice rough as he strummed a few times. "My brother, are your vocal cords getting tired?"
To be honest, they were, Osomatsu wasn't trained to sing so his throat was feeling quite hoarse. He flopped over backwards and let gravity slowly pull him down the slope until he fell from the roof onto the wooden platform below. Karamatsu soon followed albeit he didn't use such methods.
"Uh, you don't have to stop if you don't want to." Osomatsu said, climbing back into the house through the window.
"No, no! Because we have partaken in my activity, I think it is only fair that we do whatever Osomatsu chooses."
Even without the visual effect from the pigeon, Osomatsu was starting to see angel wings…
And his mind was blank. Actually not exactly, Osomatsu's first thought was to take Karamatsu to a love hotel but the lack of funds and fear of rejection put that idea into an early grave. Looking for tamer subjects Osomatsu thought about reading manga together but it was so unimaginably dull Osomatsu wondered if he had somehow switched brains with Choromatsu.
"A-aniki…?"
Osomatsu realised then he had been ruffling his hair and shaking his head, all with an agonised look on his face. To any outsider it likely looked like someone was about to have a mental breakdown.
"I haven't got any money so, do you want to stay home?"
Usually staying at home was boring. There was little to do especially when he was home alone…
Alone.
Osomatsu was alone with Karamatsu. It wasn't the first time, though it wasn't a common experience. It seemed to be happening more and more. Was he being tested by a deity? They should know by now that Osomatsu would fail if that was the case.
Then again perhaps it was a sign, it was possible the gods above were giving Osomatsu the perfect opportunity to act out on his feelings while everyone was out of the house. Choromatsu's request had been that they do it when no one was around…
Osomatsu was brought back to reality by the sound of the telephone downstairs ringing. Karamatsu wasted no time in stepping out of the room to answer.
"Todomatsu?" Karamatsu said, once Osomatsu was in range to hear him. "Yes, I see. Understood! When will you all be home? Ok! I understand! Adieu brother."
He put the phone down and jumped at the sight of Osomatsu who was peeking around the banister of the stairs.
"What did Totty need?" Osomatsu asked before Karamatsu could question his strange position.
"In order to complete reparations Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu and Todomatsu will be spending the weekend together in the mountains."
To most that would be an odd way of reconciliation, but as stated before Ichimatsu wasn't good at being open with his feelings. Perhaps Jyushimatsu proposed they all go to the mountains for privacy's sake.
"Moreover mummy and daddy will be away also, as daddy has a work conference for the next two weeks."
Ah, Osomatsu vaguely remembered being told that some time ago. He didn't think anything of it then.
But, that meant…
For at least a whole weekend they would be alone together.
Osomatsu swallowed and licked his lips, palms sweating profusely. All he needed to do was say something or preferably do something in order to get everything started.
"So," Osomatsu laughed, wiping his hands on his shirt. "Wanna…wanna w-watch a movie?"
He hated his cowardice.
—
By evening the pair had watched a few movies, eaten dinner and done some of their usual everyday hobbies. Every time Osomatsu thought to bring up his grand master plan he would chicken out at the last minute. It was driving him insane how he had such a perfect moment and he let it slip through his fingers.
"Osomatsu, it is getting late into the night."
The eldest son sighed and picked up his washing kit from the laundry room. Even with no one else home they were still expected to go to the bath house. Karamatsu especially was insistent as he was the one who would be expected to clean the bath the next day.
It was refreshing outdoors, Osomatsu finally felt like he could breathe properly and though he was a bit tired, the cool breeze reinvigorated him.
Summer always seemed to go by in a flash and Osomatsu was more than happy to appreciate the slower days, when he could kick back and relax to his heart's content.
Inside the public bath was predictably mostly empty. The old man at the front desk was flicking through a magazine and casted a slight fond smile at the pair that passed through the front doors. They paid for the use of the baths and slipped into the changing rooms. There wasn't anyone else around which was in and of itself wasn't unusual as it was nearly 10PM.
Up and over Karamatsu took off his vest, his skin darker than it had been a day prior. The shade of brown was more like a rich shade of honey and Osomatsu wondered if he tasted just as sweet.
"Nii-san?" Karamatsu stood before him, naked with an impatient frown. "We must hurry, the baths will be closing soon."
"Yeah, yeah." Osomatsu mumbled, quick to remove his shirt so Karamatsu didn't pick up on the slight bump in his shorts.
It wouldn't be the first time he had gotten a boner at the bath house, Osomatsu was a healthy man and random erections were not unheard of. However the context was completely different. That wasn't a random boner and if anything it was anything but.
Osomatsu followed his brother inside. Even if Karamatsu saw he was erect, chances were he wouldn't say anything. The amount of times Jyushimatsu would announce that he's gotten up, the brothers weren't reserved about their bodies. But in Osomatsu's case it was a matter of pride and self control.
He sat down on a stool and began to wash his shoulders and stomach, focusing more on his cleaning than the man in front of him. The smell of his and Karamatsu's shower gel was distracting, reminding Osomatsu he was right there naked, they were alone and if Osomatsu just made the right moves he and Karamatsu could —
"Boys!" A voice from the door called out. "You have 10 minutes."
Despite his pounding heart and flinch, Osomatsu responded as if nothing was amiss. "Sure thing, gramps! We won't be long!"
Well, drats.
Waiting for them on the register counter was two bottles of coffee milk that were nearing their expiry date, likely collected from the vending machine in the building. A note was tucked under one of the glass bottles explaining that they were for the brothers to take for free.
Osomatsu swiped his as if it was about to grow legs and run away from him. Karamatsu, who had also grown up under the Matsuno household roof did the same and the two drank the rich coffee milk.
Osomatsu burped, rubbing his area around his mouth with the back of his hand.
"That's good stuff! It's a shame the old man isn't around so we could thank him."
Karamatsu nodded. "We will have to remember to do so on our next visit. Perhaps he has retired to bed early."
"On that note we should head out. The cleaner's probably going to come soon."
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By the time the two were laying out the futon, Osomatsu wanted to scream. Sure he had a whole weekend to figure this shit out. If anything he should probably look into a way to stop thinking about Karamatsu in provocative ways, but it was hard not to when he just…was.
Now that Osomatsu wasn't afraid to admit it, he could honestly say he found Karamatsu erotic. From his clumsiness to his cuteness, Osomatsu didn't think he would ever think of Karamatsu as anything other than his painful younger brother. And he still was, nothing could really change that, but for Osomatsu that was a good thing.
He liked Karamatsu's guilty, salty and mean personality just as much as his cute, kind and gentle one.
If only he could actually tell Karamatsu that.
They laid down and Karamatsu yawned like a kitten, if Ichimatsu had seen he surely would've died on the spot. Gods knew Osomatsu wanted to.
"Good night, Osomatsu."
"N'night, Karamatsu."
Karamatsu switched the light out and the room flooded with darkness. Osomatsu closed his eyes and prayed that sleep came easily.
…Of course it didn't.
Osomatsu laid there, staring at the ceiling beams and counting money in his head but nothing seemed to work. He wanted to sleep, he really did but apparently his brain had other plans. He wasn't even sure how long he had been trying at that point.
He heard shuffling, at first Osomatsu thought it was Karamatsu rolling over, but instead the second son sat up. He breathed a little loudly, almost like a sigh but not. Instead of laying back down like Osomatsu thought he might, he started moving.
Osomatsu laid on his back, still as a rock. He couldn't see Karamatsu as his eyes were firmly shut closed. Why was he doing so? Osomatsu didn't really know himself. But by the sound of it Karamatsu wasn't going towards the door and he was trying really hard not to make too much noise.
Then Osomatsu felt his shorts slowly being pulled down. It was a miracle he didn't startle, as the sensation of the cotton band on his shorts moved down his thighs. Karamatsu swallowed thickly and Osomatsu's heart was beating a mile a minute.
A hand. Not his own so Osomatsu could only assume it was Karamatsu's as his frankly fried brain tried and failed to comprehend the situation. Then something wet. Wet and hot and so, so soft brushed against the sensitive head of his cock. He curled his toes, breathing through his mouth in the hopes Karamatsu wouldn't notice.
Was he having some crazy fucked up dream? If so he didn't want it to end yet. If he didn't get his porn plot weekend in paradise then one night of the perfect steamy dream would suffice. Karamatsu pulled away the soft brush of his breath was enough to make Osomatsu yearn for more. With a gentle hand Karamatsu cupped Osomatsu's balls in his hands kneading them so softly it felt both pleasurable and relaxing.
"It has only been one day," Karamatsu said. His whispering voice made the hair on Osomatsu's arms stand. "And you have become so full again. Is my method of helping you not working Nii-san?"
Is that what he meant the other day? When he said he had been helping someone…
Suddenly the pieces of the puzzle seem to fit into place perfectly. The image of Karamatsu currently giving him fellatio was sudden but not unwelcome.
'After all this I need some stress relief. I need someone to blow me for all the hard work I do.'
That was what Osomatsu had said and Karamatsu being, well, Karamatsu he had taken Osomatsu's words entirely to heart and gone through with it. That explained the weird dreams, the lack of mess and Osomatsu's vastly improved moods.
Somewhere within Osomatsu, past the urge to cum and the shock of his new discovery, a feeling of overwhelming affection slammed into his like a speeding truck. He wasn't angry nor did he feel any sense of violation at Karamatsu's…assistance. If anything he was quite happy Karamatsu wanted to help though he was a little worried that Karamatsu would extend his helpful nature to others.
"Hrrmm, Karama…tsu?"
Osomatsu was no actor but he was great at bluffing. The complete opposite to Karamatsu, funnily enough, who was awful at improvised lines. As such when Osomatsu sat up Karamatsu stared at him like he was witnessing the stars falling out of the sky.
He choked and his voice cracked as he said, "A-aniki…"
"Karamatsu? What are you doing?"
It was a little mean putting Karamatsu through this heartache but Osomatsu felt it would be worth it in the end. Karamatsu immediately bowed with his head on the floor. He had been doing this for days with their brothers around, for how long did he expect it would last?
"I-I'm so sorry, Osomatsu. I just…I just wanted to alleviate some of your multitude of stresses and…" he trailed off tears in his eyes and lip wobbling like Osomatsu knew it would.
He looked at his still hard dick, opening his legs a little wider. As fun as the amateur porn acting was, Osomatsu was feeling impatient.
"We can talk about that later. For now can you finish what you started?"
Karamatsu lifted his head, wiping his eyes with his arm. "Osomatsu?"
"I'm still hard and what you were doing felt pretty good, so…" He gestured to his dick as he trailed off looking at Karamatsu expectantly.
Karamatsu beamed, glad he was off the hook. "Of course! Leave it to me aniki!"
Chuckling fondly Osomatsu sat back, he didn't really want to lie down as he would probably develop a neck problem, so he placed his hands behind him and leaned against them.
Bending down Karamatsu pressed his silky lips to the head of Osomatsu's cock and licked off the bead of precum that had formed while they had been talking. The sensation was enough to make Osomatsu tilt his head back and let hazy pleasure squirm in his stomach. How could Karamatsu tolerate such a flavour was beyond Osomatsu, who was not shy about the fact he had tasted his own cum before. It had such an odd flavour that it turned his stomach and ruined his appetite for the rest of the day.
But Karamatsu seemed to suck, lick and worship Osomatsu like he was begging for his cum. Taking the cock down his throat like he had done it one hundred times before.
"Ha, haaa. Kara-chan, nii-chan wants to cum, ok? Can I do it d-down your throat?" Osomatsu panted, gripping the futon desperately. "If-if I do, you belong to me now. Me and no one else. So…so if that's what you want…"
If anything, Osomatsu's bold proclamation only made Karamatsu move his head faster, eager to drink Osomatsu down, every last drop.
"Fuck…fuck!"
Osomatsu grunted body tense as Karamasu pulled back, mouth open and saliva slick fingers jerking his dick until hot vaguely slimy fluid hit his lips, chin and tongue.
They both sat there, catching their breaths and letting the moment wash over them. Karamatsu sat up with a noticeable tent in his sleeping shorts and the sounds of his moaning as he licked his face clean. Was he getting off on Osomatsu's taste?
"It seemed I was correct." Karamatsu said, nodding to himself proudly. "You were quicker than usual, so you must have been very stressed!"
"Sh-shut up! I was not quick!" Osomatsu said. "I was just…just a little more sensitive than usual."
Karamatsu tilted his head, raising a dubious eyebrow but said nothing.
"Enough about me, onii-chan wants to see you now." Osomatsu kicked off his shorts, not bothering with them anymore.
"E-eh?"
"Weren't you listening? Strip for onii-chan, Karamatsu."
In the limited light of the room Osomatsu saw Karamatsu's subdued and slightly dazed eyes as he nodded a few times.
"Start with the vest. Go slow." Osomatsu said.
Hooking his thumbs into his cotton vest Karamatsu pulled it up over his head. His ample chest and tight stomach were in view. Karamatsu looked to Osomatsu for approval, eyes partially shrouded by his hair; he looked so small and young again.
"Next your shorts."
Karamatsu's hands were shaking, fingers slipping as he tried to locate the band of his shorts in the dark. He inhaled a slight glisten in his eyes of frustration and desperation. He was probably fighting so hard not to tear his shorts off and be done with it.
"Pl-please." He whined, standing before Osomatsu in nothing but his precum stained briefs.
Even though he was so desperate, Osomatsu said nothing and Karamatsu remained with his hands at his sides, eyes quickly building with tears. He licked his lips and blinked a few times, crystalline tears falling down his cheeks, cheeks red and flushed.
"Now," Osomatsu started and Karamatsu twitched, hands already at the elastic of his briefs. "Jerk off."
"E-eh? But-but I still…"
"Either you do it like this or not at all." Osomatsu said, stretching his grin.
More tears moistened Karamatsu's eyes but he didn't fight Osomatsu's command. His hands reached over the white fabric and gripped his cock, hips twitching towards his hand. He released a hot breath and a small whine unable to help himself. A bead of sweat trickled from his forehead, getting caught in his thick brow.
"Os-somats-su-nii-san…" He said, pumping the full length of his dick.
The stain on his briefs grew as more and more precum got trapped in the cotton fibres until it was almost transparent like a window.
"Nii-saaan." He moaned, shaky legged and misty eyed.
Osomatsu stood up then, Karamatsu didn't stop nor did the eldest expect him to. He was probably going to finish soon at the pace he was keeping but Osomatsu didn't care about that either. He reached forward and put one hand over Karamatsu's and moved their hands in tandem. At the same time he pressed their lips together in a sticky, messy kiss that left a line of saliva dribbling down their chin and their taste of each other in their mouths.
Karamatsu tensed then, standing on his tiptoes as the murky smell of cum and sweat permeated the room. It was a smell Osomatsu didn't like that much, but he would make an exception. As Osomatsu stroked Karamatsu through his orgasm he found him watching the minute expressions on his face.
The relief, the pleasure, the exhaustion was all plain to see but it made Osomatsu feel a sense of possessive dominance he had never experienced in his life. Karamatsu collapsed to his knees like a puppet with its strings cut. Osomatsu took a moment to slide the messy briefs off of his brother and threw them into the trash - they weren't going to be able to salvage those.
With the back of his fingers Osomatsu stroked Karamatsu's cheek. The reality of the situation didn't bother him nearly as badly as he expected, even less so when Karamatsu bumped his cheek against his hand, face softer than he had ever seen.
"Nii-san…" Karamatsu said, eyelids growing heavier. Osomatsu hummed, half listening. "I love you."
"Ahhh," Osomatsu sighed, a slight laugh bubbling up from his chest. "I wanted to say it first."
Eyes wide, Karamatsu's lip wobbled. Osomatsu laughed.
"I love you, too, Karamatsu."
They chose not to go right to sleep when Osomatsu procured a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Smoking by the window couldn't usually be done indoors but Osomatsu couldn't bring himself to put on pants yet so they opened the window and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.