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My name is Kenta Ishimara. I am 21 years old, 5'7 with neat black hair and glasses. My life was, putting it very lightly, boring. Noting ever happened to me. I had a pervy lesbian sister, my dad I swore was secretly gay and us kids were the product of my mother sleeping around, like she did from time to time. They hardly ever even talked to each other, let alone made love. Of course, I also had some typical friends. Most of which I swear were only using me to get to my sister. As revenge, I've never revealed that she's a lesbian, nor have I mentioned she has more porn than I do.
My sister's name is Kikyo and yes, she is named after the character in that dreadful Inuyasha anime. That's what happens when your mother's an anime nut and your father doesn't give a fuck. Mom's name is Miya and Dad's named Isamu.
Mom isn't really all that bad looking, really. If my friends aren't lusting after Kikyo, they're wanting to grope my mom's C-cup tits. To be honest, I can't say I blame 'em. If I wasn't her son, I'd probably wanna fondle them too. And, with her kind of long, brown hair, and pretty smooth skin, she looks more old enough to be my older sister than my mother. To make her even more attractive is she's a hentai artist. Probably explains why sis is so into girls and why I'm not really into porn. I'm not gay or anything, it's just that, when you grow up around the stuff, you kind of get desensitized to it.
I think Mom hated the fact that I was a boy, too, 'cause she loved writing lesbian (yuri) hentai and she and my sister were her only body models. But that's not to say she didn't love me. She fed us all and provided a home and support in everything we did and stuff. And she never once complained about me staying at home after the age of 18.
My mother was the most interesting member of my family, which was a bit embarrassing. In fact, if anything, my life was just full of things you never want to reveal to anyone. Like my mother was a yuri artist. You don't even know how many times people have thought my sister's room was mine and visa versa. Her's is filled with barley clothed action figures, girly magazines, hentai, body pillows, half-naked women covering the walls, a naked one on the desktop to her computer and all the typical things you'd think a boy's room would have. She even bought one of those mouse pads with the breasts for the wrist rest. On the other hand, my room was usually spotless, and I had some inspirational posters on my wall, several bookshelves full of romance novels and a single poster of my favorite male artist over my bed.
All I ever really wanted was for something exciting to happen in my life. Little did I know how much my life would be changed.
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