"4 Pixies: The continuing revelations in this novel are truly amazing. Author Silapa Jarun weaves an extraordinarily involved tapestry with the foil of the defeated Samurai twins contrasting the elusive ethereally ill Klara and her relative Konrad. A man who seems so open and aboveboard, Konrad harbors his own mysterious drives and secrets. Silapa Jarun has a taut grasp of background historical detail and the period comes alive with sensory perceptions, both in the Japanese setting and in Wisconsin, where the reader can almost feel the snap of cold and the bite of the wind. Emotional and sensual tensions between various combinations of the four characters tighten minutely and almost imperceptibly, but inescapably. A multilayered and complex story, Katana Duet is memorable and thought-provoking."--Frost, Dark Angel Reviews

Sharing the room with Akeno presented a problem he had not considered earlier. Aki let his hand wander down his chest and towards his cock. How many weeks has it been? The samurai's mounting need to touch himself was unbearable. Aki gently massaged his cock through the fabric and tried to imagine the face and body of an elusive courtesan with heavy breasts and wide hips. He wanted to be the man in those vividly colored shunga, erotic prints, entering a geisha with disheveled hair. At least Akeno had O-Hana. Aki furrowed his brows from the spark of jealousy at his brother's experience and tried to recall all the naked women he had seen as a young boy at bath houses or the washer women who hiked up the bottom of their kimono exposing their smooth, plump thighs. Not enough. His dry hand was going to rub his sensitive organ raw if he kept this up. He pushed aside the covers which began to cling to his hot body. Aki kept his eyes closed and recalled a moment from his youth.

Two years before the war, he trained the new junior pages in the castle. "We've already planned our lord's wardrobe for the upcoming week," Tadayoshi reported.

"And we carefully arranged his writing implements as well," Kajinosuke eagerly added. "The pillows in the meeting room have been properly arranged too. So can we go?"

"What's the hurry?" Aki looked up from an essay expounding Confucian virtues.

"Don't you know?" Tadayoshi said. "Yaeko is going to be bathing, and we're going to miss the show if you don't let us go."

"Ah, so you guys have been sneaking a peek, have you? Careful, she helps her father teach martial arts. Yaeko is a true samurai woman."

Tadayoshi pointed to his head and showed a bruise at his temple. "She threw a wood bucket at me."

Kajinosuke pulled up his sleeve, proudly exposing a red mark as if it was an injury sustained on a battlefield. "Yaeko whacked me with a broom, but it was so worth it! Come with us. You don't know what you're missing!"

The other young page excitedly added, "If Yaeko really didn't want us to keep watching, she should have killed us by now."

Aki dismissed them with a wave of his hand and decided that he was going spend some time by the river, watching the samurai train their steeds to cross the rushing water. In such hot weather, they often stripped themselves and guided the animals into the deep, cool waves.

Aki took in deep breaths and squeezed his sac until it tightened against his body. He remembered how the glistening, statuesque bodies alongside the large beasts only heightened the scene of masculine beauty.

The samurai were of various ages, some just slightly older than himself, a few in their late twenties or even thirties, confident of their prowess and in control as they coaxed the whinnying horses. Clear liquid crashed around their bare, tan thighs and chests. Their muscles flexed as they pulled the stubborn animals through the current, and their voices seemed to be in harmony with the sounds of nature embracing them all around.

Such an image was seared into Aki's memory as an intense thirst arose deep within his psyche. He moved his thumb in a slow circular motion at the crown of his cock, coaxing out a few drops of precum. I want all those men around me, on top of me, controlling what I'm to enjoy. The warrior pushed his head back into the pillow when he felt a hand squeeze his bare thigh.

"You need me."

"Akeno!" Aki tried to draw the sheets over his middle even though the darkness offered enough protection. He could imagine his sibling smiling at his pathetic attempt at pleasuring himself.

"Let me help you." Akeno spread open and held down Aki's legs. To prevent his sibling from resisting, he held Aki's arms. "I want to do this, Aki, because you should not suffer."

"I'm not,"--Aki exhaled--"suffering. It's just that I'm--"

"Why do this alone when I'm here for you always?" Akeno's hot breath on his weeping cock broke down his resistance. Aki became silent, allowing his brother to interpret it as a complete surrender to his undeniable need.

Akeno first licked his brother's inner thigh slowly like a tiger savoring the blood of newly killed prey. He suckled his lover's scrotum gently, allowing his soft lips to caress the contour of the virility encased inside the thin flesh. Encouraged by the low moan coming from Aki, he slowly sheathed the long and thick cock with his mouth and stroked it skillfully with his tongue just as O-Hana had taught him.

As Akeno moved his head upward, sucking and squeezing hungrily, Aki tried to follow by raising his hips, afraid that the moist lips would abandon his erection. Just hearing the sound of his brother sucking on his flesh made him shudder. He was at the mercy of the man restraining his wrists. The domination only heightened Aki's enjoyment, and he found himself straining for more air as his excitement began to reach a crescendo. Akeno released Aki's wrists and inserted one finger into his tight hole. Aki pressed his brother's head down on his member with his now freed hand when he felt the sensation of a finger probing his inner muscles. "Akeno, you have to stop now. Now." Aki threw his head to the side, embarrassed at how fast his body needed release. "I'm coming."

The young samurai continued his ministrations, moving his head up and down as if to mold the shaft with his mouth, anticipating the chance to taste his brother. As he seduced his sibling to the edge of self-control, Akeno's memory conjured the time they both underwent a complex purification ceremony just to see a master sword smith, dressed in Shinto priest attire, pouring the transformed heated steel to create cherished blades. He seemed to consume that incredible molten liquid now, tilting his head back to swallow as he used two fingers to move the foreskin up and down the sensitive glands.

"Taste," Akeno said, kissing his drained brother, falling forward, and clutching his firm body.