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No.26
It was at that moment that Asami had realized she has become one of those adults she herself had used to find unbearably boring. The reason she failed to find the fun in the unexpected abortion was because she wouldn’t even seek for it, while for a child it was just natural to derive fun from literally everything. Especially so for this particular pair of overly playful twins, it seemed that as far as they were concerned the whole world was but the ultimate playground, where everything was a toy to play with, even the twins themselves, their own bodies, their life and death, their very existence, all was meant for the only purpose of fun.
With such an attitude it wouldn’t surprise Asami if her children arranged a slow and painful death for themselves for no other reason but to laugh at their own unbearable agony. Asami could totally imagine her children killing themselves just for fun one day, in fact the only reason they had not done so yet was exactly because life or death didn’t matter for them and only fun did, and so they didn’t seek for ways to die to then choose which would be the most fun, instead they simply sought for ways to have fun and so far just didn’t happen to also die along the way.
So now looking at the screen Asami could see that even the game Len was now playing involved flying in a wingsuit through a tornado that lifted up all sorts of junk from the ground. And while Asami couldn’t see what book Rin was reading, it too without a doubt was far more engaging than a simple walk in such a calm weather as established lately. No wonder the twins preferred to stay in their room these days.
“Okay, then how about we go to the lake?” Asami concluded. “You swim under the ice anyway, so the weather shouldn’t matter.”
“But the book’s just getting interesting,” Rin replied.
“Your book isn’t going anywhere, you can always finish it later,” Asami noted, and before Len could chime in added: “Same goes for the game. Save it, get dressed properly and let’s go.”
“Fine, fine,” Len gave up, “can I at least cum first?”
“That you can,” Asami agreed. “I’ll wait downstairs then.”
As Asami left the room, Rin turned around, positioning herself in a way that let her take Len’s dick in her mouth while still reading her book.
“Ah,” she sighed between licks, “I haven’t closed the book yet, and I already can’t wait to get back to it.”
“Same here,” Len admitted, reluctantly shutting down his game, but then seeing how it was saving his progress suddenly gave him an idea: “Hey, you know what? We should drown ourselves in that lake!”
“We should,” Rin casually agreed, using her hands on Len’s dick while her mouth was busy talking. “Snowstorm or not, the resuscitation game never gets old”.
“No, I don’t mean taking turns drowning and resuscitating each other like usual,” Len specified, putting his gamepad aside and focusing on the sensation of Rin pleasuring his dick. “I mean drown for good, like, have both of us take a full breath of water together and have no one to save us, making sure we actually die”.
“Ah, a plain old suicide”, Rin concluded tonelessly, as she idly turned a page of her book. “Sure can do, but what would be the fun point?” she wondered. “It sounds so simple and easy that… why even bother?”
“It’s not about being hard to do”, Len answered. “Quite the contrary, in fact, the whole point is how simple and easy it is”.
“And that is supposed to be entertaining because?..” Rin got a bit more curious but still hadn't caught Len’s meaning.
“Well, think of what mom has said”, he pointed out.
“What exactly?” Rin gave it a thought. “Oh, wait, you mean the part where we need to breathe fresh air from time to time?” she guessed. “But instead we can breathe water just one time and then we’ll never need to breathe any air again,” Rin continued with growing excitement, which manifested in her hands fastening their work on Len’s dick. “Yeah, that’s pretty clever!” she approved.
“Too clever for me… ah... to come up with it,” Len admitted while pushing Rin’s head deeper onto his dick, as he felt he was ready to cum.
“Mhm?” Rin raised her eyebrow in an obvious question as the dick deep in her mouth prevented her from speaking.
“I meant the part where… ah... our book and game won’t go anywhere...” Len explained through hard breathing as he finally reached his orgasm. “And that we can always… ah… finish them later…”
“Ha-ha, cough, cough...” Rin’s laughter choked at the stream of semen hitting her throat. “So the book and game may not go anywhere”, she said in fascination after swallowing the cum, “but we totally can!”
“Exactly”, Len confirmed, gently pushing Rin aside to get up from the bed. “I thought how we won’t get to ‘always finish them later’ if we finish ourselves first… but that’s not as good as your idea with the air, is it? Too obvious to be a clever joke.”
“You’re right, it’s not as good”, Rin agreed. “It’s so much better!”
“It is?” Len asked in surprise as he was getting dressed.
“Of course,” Rin confirmed. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t care less if I need to breathe air or not. That’s something my lungs do on a reflex anyway. So that might have been a clever response to mom’s grumbling, but not much fun for our own selves. This book on the other hand is really engaging and there’s nothing I’d love more than to know what happens next. And you feel the same about your game, right? So the idea of killing ourselves for the sole purpose of never being able to finish those… ha-ha-ha,” Rin couldn't help but just burst into laughter half-sentence. “Ah, this must really be the silliest reason to kill oneself for”, she had to wipe her eyes from tears of heavy laughter.
“Told you yours was more clever,” Len pouted, throwing Rin’s clothes at her so she could get dressed too.
“Who cares if it’s clever?” Rin replied, catching the clothes. “Clever is boring, silly is where the fun is!”
“Then should I go with ‘So how can we finish our book and game now, huh?’ in the suicide note?” Len asked, as he took a pen and a piece of paper. “Or should I add a part about breathing fresh air too?”
“No, don’t,” Rin shook her head both to complement her answer and to push it through the top she was putting on. “And I mean don’t write anything at all.”
“But then how can we make sure if mom gets the joke behind our death?”
“Well, see, we don’t,” Rin giggled, lively leaping up from the bed after getting dressed. “That would only be fitting, wouldn’t it?”
“Fitting?” Len looked confused for a moment.
“With the whole joke”, Rin explained, “since it's all about us not getting to finish things, let's leave ourselves no way of knowing how the very joke itself ends either.”
“Wow!” Len uttered, admiring the arising paradox of how the enjoyment of the joke was born from not getting to enjoy it. “Are you sure it’s still utter silliness and not greatest genius?” he asked.
“Maybe the two are one and the same,” Rin concluded. “Just like us, twins, right?”
“Use it as a bookmark then”, Len suggested, giving her the paper he left blank. “Books don’t save themselves like games do”.
“Great thinking!” Rin commended, as she carefully folded the paper to mark exactly the line she had stopped at. “After all, I do want to return to my book as soon as I have a chance… just won’t be alive to actually have it, tee-hee-hee!”
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