Japanese Internet Sex Confessions
Kim Little
Japanese Internet Sex Confessions
Translated by Kim Little
Copyright © 2023 Kim Little
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Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older
Introduction
All of these stories are true.
Allegedly.
Japanese message boards are different to those you might have experience with. They’re almost always anonymous, with the OP (original poster) being identified only by the serial number of their post, or a response when a threaded conversation is taking place. If you’ve ever spent any time on a ‘chan’ type website, you’ll understand the dynamic; all of those imageboards run servers based off the software that ran the original Japanese 2-Channel (known generally as ‘2-Chan’).
The anonymity means that people feel free to be their worst selves. Or confess their darkest secrets. I was trawling around on some Japanese message boards looking for some information about some Japanese adult video actresses when I found the ‘taiken’ or ‘experience’ section of a particular forum.
What a rabbit hole that turned out to be.
People anonymously sharing their true stories, confessing their hookups with siblings, their escapades in the sports supply sheds after school with classmates, and their affairs with older neighbors or stepmothers. Allegedly ‘true’ stories, as I said.
I have professionally engaged with Japanese language and culture for almost twenty years as a translator, interpreter, teacher, and cultural liaison. This is my first real work as a fiction translator, and I thought I would explain a little so you don’t think that I just ran a bunch of Japanese sex stories through Google translate and released them with my name on the front.
In the Japanese language, the subject of a sentence doesn’t have to be stated repeatedly, so in longer texts with multiple speakers or people it can be difficult to follow who is actually doing what. Additionally, the authors of these original forum posts were literally sharing their experiences (or fantasies) and probably one-handed typing. They are not professional (or even amateur) writers by any means. They certainly weren’t going back to edit their stories for clarity. There is a theory of translation (particularly for fiction) which says that successfully communicating the underlying meaning and author’s intention should be the goal, more so than a fully accurate literal translation. I’ve gone with this philosophy, using the original Japanese source as the basis for some erotic tales for the discerning English-language reader. In some places I have elaborated, to make it work as erotic fiction in English.
Here’s some original source, translated faithfully from the Japanese with no localisation or editing:
While feeling the soft, manjuu-like buttocks through the thin cloth, quickly pulled up the cloth of the skirt and slipped the hand into the skirt and succeeded in touching of the buttocks directly. Certainly underwear wasn't worn. Touching the soft skin directly had a springy feel, like a baby's skin.
And here’s the translation:
I felt her buttocks through the thin cloth of her summer uniform skirt. The plump flesh was soft and yielding under my fingers, like two steamed pork buns. I quickly pushed the light fabric up and slipped my fingers under to run them directly over her naked skin. She certainly was not lying about not wearing any underwear. Her naked skin was soft like a baby’s, responding firmly to my touch as I palpitated her ass.
I’ve tried to maintain the ‘Japanese-ness’ of the source text wherever possible, but balanced this with the need to ensure it works as erotica in English.
Please have a look at the Translation Notes that provide a little cultural context for the situations and stories contained within. Rather than embed this in the translations (which would just become expository dumping and delay getting to the ‘good’ bits), I have collected this together.
Please enjoy.
Kim Little
Kobe, January 2023
Translation & Cultural Notes
School
Compulsory schooling in Japan runs for six years in Elementary School (ages 7 to 12) and three years of junior high school (ages 13 to 15). Over 95% of students then commence three years of Senior high school in Japan (ages 16 to 18). It is common for elementary and junior high school students to walk to school as these are geographically located so as to be true local neighborhood fixtures. Senior high schools can be generalized or offer specific study pathways such as engineering or sciences, humanities, communications, agriculture or business studies. Senior high school students may walk, ride bikes, or take buses and trains depending on how far away from home their high school is.
Students in most junior and senior high schools are involved in club activities or student council activities as a way of developing interests and leadership skills. Whilst these are supervised by a member of teaching staff, this is very light and the older students are expected to plan and run practices or meetings as a demonstration of senior leadership.
Many prestigious or highly-academic high schools don’t allow students to do part-time jobs without school permission as possible impact to academic performance impacts on the marketability of the school to potential students. Therefore it is not uncommon for some schools to have policies as part of the enrolment agreement whereby they have veto over a student’s participation in part-time employment.
The term 'escalator school' refers to private schools which have elementary, junior high, senior high, and a university integrated in such a way that gaining entrance to one level automatically assures progression to the next level; if you are able to get in as a junior high school student, for example, you are assured a university place provided you don't fail out of school.
Families & Households
In Japanese, there is almost universal use of familial titles in place of pronouns (e.g., ‘oniisan’ or the more familiar ‘oniichan’ for older brother). I have gone with the English translation rather than maintain the Japanese because of personal taste.
In Japan when couples divorce, there is almost no shared-custody. In most cases the children go with the mother and have no further relationship with the birth father.
Children and siblings bathe together, and parents bathe with children within the household. This usually stops as children get older, partially over perceptions of propriety but also simply due to the diminishing space in the bathroom. In most cases, children are bathing by themselves by junior high school.
Typical Japanese bathrooms consist of two rooms; an outer room which contains a large sink (senmenjou in Japanese) that is used for washing the face and usually houses the washing machine/dryer, and the bathroom itself which contains a space for washing the body outside of the bath which is used to soak in.
Money
The Japanese currency is called the 'yen'. A single yen is analogous to a single cent, which makes one thousand yen roughly the same as ten dollars, and ten thousand yen roughly the same as a hundred dollars.
The average hourly rate for part-time jobs for university students is around a thousand yen (or ten dollars an hour). The rate for high school students is closer to eight-hundred yen an hour.
Awakening passions with my twin sister
I’m so messed up.
I am one of three siblings, and while there is ten years between me and my younger brother, my younger sister and I are in the same grade. That is, we are fraternal twins.
If I am honest with myself, I can be quite sensitive and overthink things, however in comparison (and perhaps complementary, as is the way with twins) my sister is quite calm and easygoing. My parents say they wish it was the other way around, and I can understand that.
My sister and I are both first year university students. We ended up deciding to go to the same university, so my parents have to pay the tuition fee for both of us. Being the parents of twins isn’t easy, I guess.
My problem started when I was in the third year of high school.
When we were little, we were told we looked really similar. We used to take baths together even until we entered junior high school, and even though we got along really well, naturally our parents weren’t too happy with the idea we might continue. However, when we became junior high school students, we became busy with club activities and we naturally stopped because our schedules didn’t align.
So from that point on we stopped taking baths together, and my sister really discovered boys and found one she particularly liked. I knew him. He was nice enough, but not that cool, and I thought it was a little strange that she would fall in love with that kind of guy.
When it came time to go on to high school, I went on to a local high school, and my sister went on to a girls' high school. Without a specific intention to, we were both going along our own separate paths. I worked hard at school and club activities, but occasionally I peeked when my sister was in the bath.
My younger twin sister had become a high school student, no longer had the childlike air she did when she was in junior high school. Because we are a family we live together, but sometimes when I catch a glimpse of my sister from certain angles I am suddenly reminded of her femininity. I even masturbate while thinking about her and to those memories of her naked body when I looked into the bath.
One day, I wanted to borrow an eraser and I opened the door of her room without knocking.
“Jeez, big bro! What do you want so suddenly?”
She was standing there turned away from me, clutching her pajama pants to her naked chest.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you changing?”
"Can you get out?”
“Okay, sorry. I just wanted to borrow an eraser.”
“In the desk. Take it and get out.”
“Thanks. Sorry for barging in on you while you were changing.”
She huffed and after I closed the door I heard the lock click shut.
I returned to my room, replaying the memory in my mind. As she’d heard the door open, my twin had turned away and covered her chest, but I had clearly seen the side of her breast. It was somewhat small, but I still wanted to feel it. Her pink bra was lying on the desk next to her and she was wearing matching lace panties which I thought was devastatingly lewd. Whilst she’d been turned away from me I had seen the smooth fall of her shoulders to the sensuous curve of her lower back, her skin smooth and beautiful and not an ounce of extra fat anywhere. If this were a dream world I would have pushed her down and embraced her. If this were a dream world.
* * * * *
After that, I often ‘accidentally’ walked in on her in the bathroom, or when she was changing in her room. Being able to see a naked girl the same age as my classmates is a privilege of being born a twin. As a typical high school boy, after seeing my sister naked, I would invariably return to my room and masturbate.
Of course, it soon became time for the university entrance exams and the day of judgment was drawing near. Exam cramming was more stressful and anxiety inducing than I had expected. My friend had given me a porn magazine to help with ‘stress relief’, but I had used it so often it couldn’t even make me half-hard. That wasn’t a problem though, because my sweet twin sister was always nearby, and I could peep on her in the bath or walk in on her when she was changing and gather plenty of masturbation material.
However, in relying solely on that as a source of stimulation, my feelings for my sister gradually grew stronger. I fantasized about touching her breasts, what it would be like to have her suck my dick, and how it would feel to hold her in my arms.
And then the day came.
My sister was dumped by the guy she liked.
Instead of studying for her exams, my easygoing twin shut herself in her room. I couldn’t bear to see my sister feeling that sad, so before bed I went to her room to try and cheer her up. This time I didn’t walk in on her. I knocked on her door.
“What?” came the soft reply.
"It’s me. Can I have a minute?"
“...okay.”
I opened the door slowly. She was sitting on her futon. Her hair was a mess.
“Why did you knock?” she asked quietly.
“I didn’t want to walk in on you if you were, you know… changing or something.”
“Hasn’t stopped you before,” she said in an odd voice. She sighed. “What do you want?”
“Well you aren’t really that happy at the moment, huh. If you want, you can talk to me.”
“Yeah, but…”
“We’re twins, right? So I’ll understand.” Suddenly she burst into tears. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. “Hey, don’t cry. That guy’s not worth any of this.”
“Enough,” she said. There was an odd silence, and then she laughed. “That’s enough. Good night.”
I left her room. I think I miscalculated. In an erotic novel, we would have kissed, she would have laid down, unbuttoning her pajamas… However, this is not the case in reality.
I am stuck in my fantasy world?
After I returned to my room, I fell asleep whilst analyzing and replaying those events over and over again.
* * * * *
A few days later, my parents and younger brother went on a trip. Apparently our mother won a supermarket prize for a hot spring trip, but it had to be during the week.
Our parents were pretty cool about taking a mid-week break, but we twins were worried because our university entrance exam was coming up. So despite the awkwardness between us (which apparently only we were aware of), we stayed behind.
When I got home from school, my sister was preparing dinner. Even though she was still in high school, she often helped our mother in the kitchen and had become quite good at cooking. So naturally she cooks exactly the same as our mother.
So after we ate we tidied up and watched TV. When it was almost nine o'clock, I decided to have my bath.
Today I am alone with my sister.
My dick hasn’t gone down since I got home.
When I was relaxing in the bathtub, my sister came to the dressing room outside, opened the door to the bathroom and put her head inside.
“Hey, big brother. It’s been ages since we had a bath together. Can I come in?”
“Are you serious? Like, if you want.” I tried to be cool.
My sister closed the door to the dressing room and started to remove her clothes. I could clearly see my sister undressing through the frosted glass. I could clearly see the color of her panties.
Light blue.
My heart was pounding. I slipped the bathing towel that was resting on my head down into my lap, to cover my straining dick.
She opened the door and came in with a bathing towel covering her breasts and lower body.
“I can still see everything, even if you’re trying to cover up.”
“Don’t stare! It’s embarrassing,” she shot back.
My sister was naked in front of me. My crotch was definitely aware, big, hard, and pulsating. When she poured hot water over her body, the towel stuck to her slim form, the shape of her breasts and nipples became clearly visible.
“What?” She looked at me.
“You’ve grown up.”
“You’re thinking something perverted, aren’t you.” Her eyes flashed.
“No. We’re twins,” I replied.
“Your eyes are lying.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s not like that,” I scoffed.
“Okay. Then let me check.”
“Huh? What?”
“What are you hiding with that towel?”
“Nothing.”
“Looking your little sister naked has turned you into a pervert, hasn’t it?
As my sister entered the bathtub she tried to snatch the towel I was using to cover myself, but as we grappled her towel fell down and she was completely exposed to me.
“Wow! Your tits are big!” I exclaimed.
“It’s not the only thing that’s gotten big,” she huffed, pulling the towel. “Show me!”
I decided. Today was the day. I let my lust overtake my reason and allowed her to snatch the towel from me. As soon as she had the towel, her eyes got wide.
“Wow, you really did become perverted,” she breathed.
Then she grabbed my dick.
“Hey, wait a minute!” I choked.
“Nuh-uh, I’m not waiting anymore.” She looked at me like a mischievous kid who just got a new toy and started sliding her hand up and down my penis.
“Hey, ah… sto– stop,” I panted. It was the first time I’d been jerked off by someone other than myself and it felt unbelievably good. I reached out for my twin sister’s breasts, cupping them and running my fingers over her nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned. “So soft…” I murmured in wonder. “And they’re too big for my hands.”
“Oh that feels so good,” she mewled.
“Do you like this? Playing with your nipples?”
“Uh-huh. Pinch them,” she panted.
“LIke this?”
“Unh, ungh, ah, oh big brother, this feels so good. So good!”
I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. Even though we are twins, siblings, we both want each other. I gently pulled my twin sister’s face to mine and pressed my lips to her. Her mouth was so soft. I gently licked her lips and she opened her mouth and her tongue found mine.
“I wanted to do this with you for so long,” I moaned into her kiss.
“Me too. I’m so happy you feel the same way.”
I didn’t have any real experience other than what I had read in books or seen in porn magazines, so I kept alternating between making out with her, suckling on her breasts and licking her nipples. They became harder and stood out from her firm breasts. She slipped her hand up and down my dick, her movements becoming rough as her breathing became ragged.
“Ah, oh, nice, soo good,” she muttered.
“Your boobs are delicious,” I mumbled around a mouthful of twin sister breast.
“Ungh! Bite, bite harder!”
As I gummed on my sister's nipples her moans grew louder and louder. We realized that the neighbors would hear us from the bathroom window and decided to get out of the bath. She got our first, and just by looking at her from behind I was attacked by the raw sex appeal of an adult woman. Despite her slender body, her breasts were full and her butt had the firm height of a highschool girl.
When I got out of the bathroom, she wasn’t in the living room. I turned off the lights and took some oolong tea to my sister's room. When I entered, she was already in the futon. Just looking at that sight made my dick, which had settled down a little, roar back to life.
Even though I could only see her face, my little sister was so cute. I slipped into the futon with her and found she was naked. I held her and we kissed. Even though we had kissed earlier, this was an even deeper kiss that made everything feel like a bedroom scene from a TV drama.
She grabbed for my dick again and began sliding her hand, rubbing the freely-flowing precum along the shaft. I kissed down her neck and pulled her nipple into my mouth. Now that knew she liked them nibbled on, I soon had her twisting on the futon, moaning.
“Oh, big brother… I want it. Quickly, I want it…”
“Not yet,” I breathed. “I want to see your body clearly.”
“No!” she squealed. “It’s embarrassing–oh!” She broke off as I tweaked both her nipples.
“Get on all fours, quickly then.”
She complied. I crouched behind her, running my hands over her smooth skin. I could plainly see her butt hole. I leant forward and licked her buttocks. She shivered. I gradually worked my kisses and licks closer to her pussy, and her moaning increased. Her body was twitching as I moved closer.
I spread her legs a little wider and could see her pubic hair, thin on her labia. When I ran my fingers through it, her pussy parted wetly, clear liquid pearling on her inner lips. I liked my finger and slowly drew it down her taint towards her sex. When I slipped onto her juicy pussy, her whole body jerked. Slowly, I slipped my finger into her hole.