murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

he'd come to my room and I'd finish him off with my hands. It never
occurred to me that we were being precocious. It just happened as a
matter of course. If he wanted to play with my breasts or pussy, I
didn't mind at all, or if he had cum he wanted to get rid of, I didn't
mind helping him with that, either. I'm sure it would have shocked us
both if someone had accused us of doing anything wrong. Because we
weren't.
We were just doing what we were supposed to do. We had always
shown each other every part of our bodies. It was almost as if we
owned each other's bodies jointly. For a while, at least, we made sure
we didn't go any further than that, though. We were afraid of my
getting pregnant, and had almost no idea at that point of how to go
about preventing it ... Anyway, that's how Kizuki and I grew up
together, hand in hand, an inseparable pair. We had almost no sense of
the oppressiveness of sex or the anguish that comes with the sudden
swelling of the ego that ordinary kids experience when they reach
puberty. We were totally open about sex, and where our egos were
concerned, the way we absorbed and shared each other's, we had no
strong awareness of them. Do you see what I mean?"
"I think so," I said.
"We couldn't bear to be apart. So if Kizuki had lived, I'm sure we
would have been together, loving each other, and gradually growing
unhappy."
"Unhappy? Why's that?"
With her fingers, Naoko combed her hair back several times. She had
taken her hairslide off, which made the hair fall over her face when
she dropped her head forward.
"Because we would have had to pay the world back what we owed it,"
she said, raising her eyes to mine. "The pain of growing up. We didn't
pay when we should have, so now the bills are due. Which is why
Kizuki did what he did, and why I'm here. We were like kids who
grew up naked on a desert island. If we got hungry, we'd just pick a
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