Disclaimer: RinxLen has the best prons. Best.

※ I've kinda changed the story a bit, and definitely upped their ages, I hope nobody realizes.

※ Title not confirmed yet, it might change.

Severe Warning: Don't say I did not warn you. It's rated M for a reason. To keep you Meddlesome kids out that's why. Kids, your parents will be so disappointed to find out that you're indulging in rated X stuff which is not suited for your age. THINK ABOUT YOUR PARENTS!

~Gentleman's Dance~

Rin looked at the clock again. Didn't he say he was going to come home early? What was he doing out with his friends this late? She sighed once again, hoping that Len would come back just in time before she left for her appointment.

At that moment, her phone rang. The familiar whirring of a Road Roller flattening a road with all the beepings and all was made her ringtone. She looked at the caller id before flipping her flip phone open.

"Heey, Kuo-chaaan!" Rin answered her phone while she toyed with her bangs, "Yes, yes, Tsukiji Restaurant at nine, right?"

"Uhuh. Yeah." She waited for his reply and she laughed, her hair swaying with her movements.

"Oh gosh, did I tell you about how Gumi mistakenly went into the gents! Haha, I have to tell you when I get there."

"Yep. No, no, haha! Don't worry about it, Kuo!" Rin paced towards the bed and sat down. "And. Do. Not. Bring. Flowers. Mi. Ku. O. How would I know? I've known you since ten, we're seventeen now, buddy."

An awkward pause.

"Well, if I don't turn up, it's your fault for bringing flowers. Hahaha!" Rin knows he will bring a small bunch anyway.

"Aaaaaanyway, I'll see you there. Uhuh. Bye." She closed her flip phone shut.

Rin sighed as she lied down on the bed with her legs touching the floorboard. Truth to be told, she was really reluctant to go, but Mikuo has been asking her out for forever, so she thought might as well at least have dinner with him, just the two of them. That, and it was only because his sister, Miku, said that Mikuo has been begging her to persuade Rin to go out with him once, that she just wanted to make him shut up.

She giggled as she remembered it.

"Please, Rin! I'm begging you! Mikuo is so frikin annoying, if I hear him whine a second more I WILL DIE! PLEASE! I'll do anything! I'll not eat leek for an hour! Wait, no. Not in front of you at least! Please! Go out with my idiotic younger brother! Please! Just once! Please! Just don't -actually- date him. You know how much I feel about dating your bestie's brother or sister. I don't want us to break up just because he breaks up with you and shit. Just dinner and shit. Make him pay. Order the most expensive stuff! Please!"

Rin couldn't say no to Miku even if she wanted to. She looked so pitiful with her twin tails flopping sadly, like she was going to burst into green blobs and die. She was even on her knees begging! Who could say no to that!

It's not that she didn't like Mikuo! He is actually a really sweet! Besides being a good friend, he's also caring and understanding, except for the fact that he's a little silly, but that really adds to the charm. Rin smiled at the thought of his silly antics.

She adores him, but only as a close friend.

Argh! What were you thinking, Rin! Going out with him? God! Now he's going to think that you might actually like him! Like LIKE like! Gosh!

Her dad had told her many times that if she did not really like the boy, she shouldn't toy with his feelings and go out with him for fun. It would break his heart and ruin their friendship. She's seen her dad looking solemn and sad every time he mentions it, therefore Rin decided that she'd never do something as horrible as playing with someone else's feelings.

She felt like telling Mikuo that she's unable to make it, but then groaned as he was already waiting at the restaurant. Stupid Rin! Should've said no to the date! Ugh! This is the last time I'll say yes!

Rin sat up to touch the hem of the skirt and realizes that the skirt she's wearing is actually very, very short. Damnit, and to think that I wanted to wear it since I've not wore in since forever. It only reaches till the half of her upper thigh! If she did bend a little more wearing the said skimpy article, she'll not only please Mikuo-chan, but unwanted perverts too.

Shuddering at the thought, she headed to her clothes drawer. Better pick something else to wear. I think I'll still make it on time if I leav-

"Liar." The sudden voice made her turn to the speaker. There he was, leaning against the door frame of her room.

She placed a hand over her chest. "Len...! You scared me! I didn't hear you come in." I think I'll wear shorts? No, no, jeans would be the better choi-

"Did you mean it." He started in low tones walking towards her figure.

"Hmm, Len?" She wasn't really listening to what he was saying as she pulled out the second drawer, deciding on what to change into.

"Or, you were just toying with my feelings when you said that you would be my bride." Len snarled as he slammed the drawer close, almost hurting her hand in the process.

"Ow, Len! Jeez!"

His actions shocked her a little, her hand caressing her wrist where the wooden furniture slightly knocked into it. But what fazed her more was his question. Why was he bringing this up now?

Rin furrowed her eyebrows at the faint memory.

Eleven years ago in winter. Two children. A mere childish promise.

Of course I remember...

She vaguely recalls the words that left her lips that night, but the memory was engraved in her mind, along with the dreadful event that happened the year after.

Everyone knew that marrying your sibling is a taboo. And Rin also slowly understood that when growing up.

You would be committing incest.

It is an act that would be frowned upon by everyone.

Including their parents.

She cocked her head, not knowing what to tell him. He was still glaring at her, waiting intently for her answer. Seconds passed, yet it felt way longer than that as no one wanted to breach the silence.

She felt herself shiver when his cold cerulean eyes bore into her, uneasiness evident in her orbs as it gazed into his.

"Why-why are you aski-" Rin started hesitantly and she looked elsewhere, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Answer me!" He growled and her head snapped back immediately to his face.

She felt his stare intensify as he drew closer. She could smell a mix of perfume laced on his school uniform, the scent must have come from when the girls in school crowded him, and there was something else. Something foreign.

Len feels like a complete stranger. A thought darted across her mind—the baby brother she knew then and the young man that was staring down at her were two very different people.

What happened to you, Len...?

She refused to admit that she was slightly afraid of her own twin; it is utterly absurd. How could a person change this much in just eleven years, especially the Len that used to be so soft spoken and well mannered. She quickly cleared her head, this isn't the time to think about that right now, Rin thought as she lightly pushed him aside, walking towards her closet to grab her purse.

"Stop playing, Len," Rin forced a laugh, "It's not funny..."

"Who said I was playing?" Came his curt reply, and she suddenly felt that nervous gut feeling, her ears turning cold and prickly. His eyes stared down at her and she felt his hostility slapping her in the face. Rin choked a laugh and swallowed anxiously, closing the closet door after taking what she needed.

"Um, Len, I'm going out now." Rin's mind was giving her warning signals to just leave everything and run. Rin was painfully aware that what she was feeling right now was actually fear towards her own brother. She paused and looked at him. "So. We'll, um, talk later?" Len eyes further narrowed at her, his mouth a frowning thin line. She took quick steps to the door while she avoided looking at him.

I have to get away.

I have to get away.

I have to get away.

I have to get away.

"Who gave you permission to leave." Len had stood in her way, his hand on her shoulder.

"Let go!" Frantic, she swiped his hand away roughly, side stepping him, and made a quick dash to her door. Before she could reach for the doorknob, Len gripped her wrist and flung her against the wall.

The action was so sudden, so quick, that she felt the air being knocked out of her. Dazed, she shook her head to clear her vision and she soon realized that she was trapped between his arms by the side of her head.

"Why won't you answer me?" Len narrowed his eyes at her. His blue eyes a menacing shade.

"L-Len. Stop messing around. Let g-go of me." Her voice was quivering.

"Is it because, you were lying?" She saw him scrutinize every inch of her skin, down to her clothing, then up to her face. She could feel him getting angrier when she saw him furrow his eyebrows even further.

"Owiee, Len. Com-come on, let go o-oka..."

"Where do you think you are going," Len interrupted. Suddenly, he placed his hand on her hips, slowly moving down to her ass. Shocked, Rin tried to make a noise, but he quickly placed a finger over her mouth to silent her. "Shhh. I'm not done yet."

She swallowed nervously, as she watch him continue to speak.

"Dressing like this and going out to meet, hmm, what was his name, hmm, Mikuo, was it...?"

She quickly tried to explain. "H-he asked me out, b-but I-"

Her sentence were cut short when she felt her brother's cold fingers ghosting up her thigh, making her breath hitch. Words of resistance formed in her mouth, but there was no voice to project them. Rin felt terror racing through her veins, causing her heartbeat to quicken ten fold. Stay calm, Rin. Stay calm. Len's just messing with you. He's your cute little brother, remember?

"H-he's asked me out for dinner a-and I was planning t-mmph!" Len had angrily clasped her mouth with his palm.

She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead, wincing as the salty dribble entered her eye. She never paid attention to things like these before, but every little thing felt so excruciatingly sluggish as she counted down the time until he would say that this was all just a joke.

"Oh. You were planning to," his face nearing hers, "perhaps seduce him into the motel?" Rin's pupils dilated and she shook her head violently, voicing words of denial, but all sounds were muffled by his hand that was firmly covering her lips. "Just dinner huh, what a cheap price for your body."

Her arms were flailing, trying to remove his hand from her face so that she could explain, but it was all in vain.

By now, she was gasping in and out shakily, her chest heaving up and down against his. Rin felt a little dizzy from all the blood rushing into her head combined with the difficulty to breathe due to his hand over her mouth; she barely takes notice of his thigh between her legs, pressing against her panties.

She was already very out of breath, it wasn't long before she slumped against his hold, tears gathering on her lashes. For the first time in her life, she felt so pathetic.

"Perhaps, also taking off your already non existent skirt," Len lifted her skirt, causing her to squeal in protest, "and be some cheap fuck for Mikuo, hmm?"

No! It's not what you think it is! I was planning to decline! Len! Please!

"Mmmph!" She looked into his eyes, and all she could see was distrust. Len...? Rin tried to stall her tears. If he did not want believe her, anything that she says will not convince him. Please, Len.

"It's so disappointing that you grew up to be such a whore, Rin." Len pressed his body against hers more firmly. "Maybe if I paid you, you'd fuck me too? Haha."

Horrified at his statement, she didn't know what to reply to him. Rin felt his warm breath tickling her cheek and she squeezed her eyes in fear. He was blatantly insulting her, and all she could think of is how much he changed in the eleven years. All those happy moments, the times spent together are now a thing of the past.

She struggled fruitlessly and she felt her tears fall involuntarily, turning into a painful sob. Len. What happened during the years I was gone...If only I was there for you...Would you still be that kind, sweet, child?

"What is this? Not opposing those claims? What's wrong, Rin? Don't tell me you've really become a miserable wench who opens her legs for any man." He was taunting her, testing to see if she'll admit it. All Rin could do was only to tighten her eyes further; an act of submission, deciding that she would not play this sick game of his. It's my fault for not being there for you. Now, all she wants Len to do is to let her go. "How many men have already fucked your pussy, hmm, my sweet sister?"

Rin made a small sound of protest. Her shoulders were trembling from her convulsive gasps as she tried her hardest to breathe. Is this some cruel joke? Please tell me this is all a prank. Please, Len...

Angry that she did not respond, he suddenly grabbed hold of her left arm.

"Rin. What do you plan to do..." He brought her hand down to his erection, "...now you've gone and made me hard..." Len whispered by her ear, sending shivers throughout her shaking body.

"Mmmnfghh hnnmmh!" Rin's eyes flew open and she felt her ears prickle in fear. She violently struggled out of his grasp again, trying to get him to let her leave. Her hand was brushing against his straining erection but she couldn't pull away with his hand keeping it in place.

She stared into his eyes and Len felt her fear oozing out of her shivering body. She's afraid of me. He hesitated for a moment. I'm hurting Rin. Len's grip on her hand loosened and Rin looked up at him, unsure of his intentions.

What the hell was he trying to do. He's been in love with her for so long that he couldn't reason with himself anymore.

If he was a monster, so be it. But Rin, Rin doesn't deserve to see this side of him.

He looked into her frightened eyes again, deciding that he'll pack his bags and leave the town, never to come back again. That's the only way to keep her safe. Safe from him.

He didn't want Rin to be subject to his sick mind. She doesn't deserve any of this.

It was then Rin's cellphone rang again.

It made Len see red.

When he thought of Mikuo touching Rin in places that belonged to him and him alone, Len felt anger rushed into his being once again. Rin moaning another name that wasn't his. Rin laying on her back facing someone else that wasn't him. Rin screaming a name that did not belong to him. His mind was twisting the events madly, replaying his dark imaginations over and over again. He closed his eyes, but it did nothing to conceal his mad lust.

"You. Belong. To. Me." He slowly grit out. "Remember this well. Only I can fuck you."

Her eyes widened when she realized his intent.


Rin thrashed about, trying to get away. Len quickly undid his belt and pressed her against the wall with his body.


Rin screamed and she tried to push him away with all her might but her efforts were to no avail. Tugging at his hair and scratching him, she was trying her best to make him realize what he was doing, but his grip on her was firm. The difference between a male and a female was apparent.

"Len! Stop! You don't know what you're-" He already held her thigh upwards, her miniskirt riding up even further. Her screaming and her resistance were ignored. He did not even give a fuck if the neighbors complained about the screaming tomorrow. Len held his cock and gave it a good few strokes before focusing on the thin material keeping him from penetrating her.

"No! Please! Le-"

Len had already pulled her underwear down just enough for him to enter her swiftly, her polka dotted panties still dangling between her thighs before he pulled out to thrust in again.

"...ennh!" Rin found herself gasping in more shock than pain at the sudden penetration.

Coughing up her own saliva, the abrupt intrusion caused Rin to choke back a sob. It hurts. Stories heard from her friends included first time experiences, but it never elucidates the extent of this sharp pain. Her fists were punching weakly against his chest, her legs instinctively curled up as she felt the soreness between her legs.

"Please, don't..." Her voice was slightly hoarse from all the screaming. It hurts...!

Rin felt her body jerk as her brother roughly shoved his hand below her skirt to grip her ass. She cried out again, choking harshly. His other arm went around her waist, keeping her from running away. Rin tried her best to struggle out of his strong grip, but each move was causing a slight pain where Len had harshly entered her.

"No..." Her pleading cries weren't reaching his ears. Tears were streaming down her face and she was coughing, trying hard to breath. "Please let me go..."

Her pitiful sobbing was so pathetic. Being toyed with by her brother like this, it humiliated Rin even more than she could ever imagine.

Len noticed her punches getting lighter and weaker every time he thrust into her roughly. Len slowed in his pace for a while, his eyes refusing to meet hers. He started thrusting slowly, in and out, convincing himself that the gentle act would ease her a little.

What a fucking hypocrite.

He had considered stopping his filthy actions and just letting her go, but deep down inside, he knew that his lust had long eclipsed his judgment. He pretended to be unaware of the blood smear on his cock, refused to stop even though he saw the tears gathering at her lower lashes. He can't stop now that he finally gotten what he wanted. Nobody else can mark her. She was only his to claim. And now, she truly belonged to him.

He had waited for this for eleven years. Eleven goddamn years. His cannibalistic urge had long since torn his rationality into shreds and he was now solely focusing on his object of desire in front of him. The succubus of his many sleepless nights; the sensual minx in his erotic dreams. His twin sister.

Her face was contorted into an expression of pain, but all Len could see was how her cheeks were flushed and the bead of sweat trickling down the side of her collarbone. He couldn't help but lower his lips onto her skin to taste her sweat.

"...Le-Len...! Sto-!" She felt him suck on the side of her collarbone, biting and kissing his way up to her ear.


A light moan left her lips and Len suddenly tensed up, his cock twitching even more. Every fiber of his body was burning with fervent passion, to taste her, to pleasure her, to fuck her. He found himself desiring more of her.




You belong to me.

Drunk with lust, he continued his ministrations, roughly nipping at her skin while both his hands found its way to her ass, squeezing and kneading, plunging into her deeper. His open mouthed kisses left a burning trail on her neck and Rin tried her best to suppress her voice that was threatening to spill with every joining of skin.

Her lips were slightly agape and her eyes were half lidded. Her hand weakly reached up to push against his face, shielding his left eye's vision. "...Lennhh. I'm...aahH! ...I'm your sist-" He crudely ignored her as he pumped into her with more force, her body jerking in reaction to his thrusts.

He watched as her fist loosened its grip on his shirt, her head buried on his shoulder; his sister's resistance was turning into gasps of pleasure.

"Len...No...ahHHnn!" Her hushed whispers coming out as a loud moan.

Every time he pulled out, Len made sure he thrust in deeper, harder, making her back hit the pattern printed wall. But the pain from it was the farthest thing on her mind now that a wave of unknown pleasure was slowly building up inside of her.

Len was immediately captivated by his sister's short breaths and light moans; he leaned towards Rin and slanted his mouth over hers.

Despite it being her first time, her body was automatically keeping up with his pace. Albeit clumsy, her hips were moving to meet his thrusts, and before Rin knew it, she had lifted her other leg to hook onto his waist to angle herself better, her hands cradling his neck. Len's steady pace and her silken heat were creating pleasurable friction every time he moved as her parted lips whimpered shamelessly. She could only stare half-liddedly at his sweat glistened skin and the way his teeth bit down on his lower lip as he grunted with every move.

The dimly lit room was filled with their loud groans and the slapping of skin to skin that was increasing in pace.

Rin did not know how to describe this new sensation that she was feeling every time Len pounded into her. The missing warmth of his length she felt every time he pulled out only beckoned her to push her hips towards him. His gradual movements were creating an unknown ticklish yet pleasurable feeling in her lower regions, and in her hazy mind, she knew that she was forgetting something, but the instinct of reaching her climax was getting feral and stronger every time he buried his cock into her.

Each thrust drove her closer and closer to her release and her lids were closing shut; she could barely remember how his tongue found it's way into her mouth, and she did not know how, but she was responding back as fervently. Basking in the pleasure, she was unaware of the bruise from where he gripped her wrist too tightly was forming. Her hips were being guided by his and the harder he slammed into her, the tighter she squeezed him.

When she was clenching convulsively onto him tightly, Len also came along with her, a shuddering breathe released from his lips as he pressed them against the skin of her sweaty neck. His cock pumping his hot white seed into her.

Rin unconsciously held onto him tightly as she felt herself coming down from her high; her laboured breathing gradually slowing, her inner muscles quivering to a dull stop. Len, too, tightly held her in his arms as he closed his eyes, reveling in their climax.

Len felt his knees weaken and he quickly brought an arm to push against the wall, supporting both their weights. Bracing himself with one arm, he carefully brought her down to the floor. Rin was alarmingly aware that her legs were still wrapped around him, and Len's cock still deep within her, but she was too ashamed to move. Especially not after what they've just done.

It was only then that Len smelled her light tangy shampoo scent. It felt so nostalgic. She had always loved citrus flavored items, always beaming in joy when someone offered her orange flavoured cakes or lime candies. Her smile was always so uplifting, like a magical spell, infecting others to smile along with her. Len felt his stomach churn in guilt as he remembered her tears. He raped her. He made her cry. And he made no move to stop it.

Like a lifeless rag doll on the floor, Rin never felt so shamed in her life, humiliated by her brother, and...and...vio...violat... She couldn't bear to look at him. She wanted to scream and yell at him but all of it became a stuck lump in her throat. Her body was trembling; in anger or fear, she couldn't tell. Her panties was still hooked around her thighs and she felt a sticky substance slide down her inner thigh. A million questions were going through her head, but tears only managed to fall from her sullen eyes.

Len tried to open his mouth to break the silence; what should he say? No. What can he say at all? He bent down to tentatively reach out for her arm only to be shunned when she backed away further for him. He wasn't surprised, but he feels a little more than hurt over the hostile gesture. Len balled his fist, already hating himself. I deserve this. She should despise me.

After all, I...Rin.

Len felt deeply remorseful—her actions were speaking for herself—and he hastily left the room without a word. It was only after she heard the door close with a soft click that her voice came rushing out her lips, gasping and crying out. Her hands were scrubbing at her limbs that were slick with sweat, her nails clawing long red streaks on her pale skin. ...Gods...Why! What did we just do...! What was I doing?! WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING?!

Distraught, she quickly ran into the bathroom to clean herself.

Absentmindedly, she undressed, tears glazing her vision. A scent slowly wafted to her nose. She smelled like the perfume the girls in her school used. It must have transferred onto her blouse when he was...She threw her shirt away in horror as she quickly ran into the stall. Calming her breathing, she turned on the shower only to feel the cold water on her skin.

Usually, Rin would stay out of the cold water until it slowly changes into the lukewarm she preferred, but she found herself welcoming the cold water raining down on her as her body shivered, waking her senses. Her dizzy mind regaining its consciousness was slowly pulling her back to reality. Bit by bit, she came to a slow realization that she just had her first orgasm. By her own blood and flesh. By her own. Twin. Brother.

And I enjoyed it. I did...

Her tears mixed with the falling droplets of warm rain as she ignored the sting she felt in her lower regions. The water made her damp hair curtain her eyes, but she made no move to push them away. No matter how much she tried not to think about it, thoughts about Len and what he just did kept rushing to her.

I wanted this as much as he wanted it...

She was disgusted with herself. She was much stronger than that pathetic weak girl who just got violated by her twin brother. Rin buried her face in her palms as she sobbed harder. All the images of them as innocent children playing in the fields are now coming back to haunt her.

She had just committed taboo with her twin brother.

Gentleman's Dance



Warning: It contained rape. This story is under the crime genre because it's rape. Hahahahaaa. Ha.

Thank you, anon, for alerting me about the mistakes. I'm a poop. Truly I am.