Freya’s Introduction

All eyes remain on you, the newly minted superior male, as you make your way to the back of the room and towards the only available desk. You can see your sister Freya watching you closely, as you make your way to the desk directly beside her own. You wonder whether she had insisted nobody else sit there, having suspected you to be the superior male of the class and wanting to sit directly beside you. You hope it’s true, it be adorable, but you tell yourself not to make any assumptions so early. You suppose you’ll just have to ask her about it later.

Freya shoots you an exasperated glare, her emerald eyes speaking volumes about your slow walking speed, “Get over here already, you've got some explaining to do, picking me, your own sister, for your harem class,” her eyes tell you, no actual words being necessary as her silent accusation hangs in the air, baiting you to confess to your crimes.

You walk up and stand beside the desk where Freya sits, hoping to defuse the tension with a simple, “Hey, sis. Hope you don’t take your presence here the wrong way. I mean it as a compliment, really.” But she's clearly not having it. Letting only a brief moment of awkward silence hang after your statement, before sending a swift punch straight to your stomach, sending you reeling.

The class erupts into commotion as many of the girls angrily demand to know whether Freya is insane and why the hell she just punched you out of nowhere. Cries of, “The hell is your problem!?” “That’s our superior male!” and “Are you crazy?” can be heard throughout the room, alongside one jokey, “Nice punch,” comment from one girl.

Miss Bell, nervousness already taking hold of her voice, as she realizes that this might end up being more work than she’d expected, quickly does her best to restore order, “Please, everyone, quiet down and get back to your seats. This is nothing to worry about,” before turning directly towards Freya, “Miss Huston, I ask that you please refrain from any further sibling arguments or roughhousing with your brother during our limited class time,” causing Freya to simply shrug and mutter, “Yeah, understood,” in response.

The room falls silent, all eyes now darting back and forth between you and Freya as embarrassed blushes cover the faces of many girls, all seemingly lost in perverted imagination. You quickly realize what everyone is silently thinking about, as murmurs spread throughout the room of, “Wait? She’s his sister?” “They’re siblings?” “The school really allows **** in harem classes?” “Do you think they might already be lovers and this class is just an excuse?” “Do you think their parents know?” “Do they share a bed at home already?” “How taboo!” and one, “That’s actually kinda hot.”

Freya, unfazed by the scene she’s just created or even by the rumors now spreading like wildfire across the class, saunters on up to the front of the room with both haste and purpose, seemingly wanting to be the first amongst your harem members to make an introduction. You watch her, still reeling from the punch, as you manage to pull yourself back up and into your chosen desk. As she begins to speak, however, you can’t help but feel a bit ticked off. All you’d wanted to do was explain yourself, and yet as always Freya is moving at the speed of light, before you can even try to catch up. You might have a crush on her, but you’re still her brother, and like any brother you are petty enough to use your position as superior male of the class to mess with her, speaking up from your desk, “Hey, Miss Bell?”

“Yes, Mr. Huston? We can postpone introductions until later if you need someone to take you to the nurse’s office,” she replies softly.

You shake your head no, trying to come up with something embarrassing for Freya to do, before replying, “Thank you, but I’m alright. I’m sure my sister was just messing around, she’d never really hurt me,” you give Freya a playful look, just baiting her to come back and punch you harder, “Anyway though, I was thinking that I really wanna get a full and proper introduction out of all my new classmates. And it just doesn’t feel very much like a complete introduction to me, unless… everyone shows off their panties during their introductions? You know, so that I can get a good picture of the inner-workings of everyone’s minds,” and when no noticeable disturbance appears on Freya’s face, you quickly add, “And I’d also really like everyone to say during their intros whether or not they already know me and from where, what is the romantic or sexual act they are most excited to perform with me this year, and what their exact measurements are.”

Miss Bell simply claps cheerily in response, nodding as she replies, “That sounds like a lovely little plan Mr. Huston. Hear that girls? Everyone follow Felix’s exact directions during your introductions please. If you’re wearing a skirt please hold it up during your intro, and if you have pants or shorts please unzip and have them around your knees or ankles,” turning to Freya, “You as well, Miss Huston.”

You lean back in the chair of your desk, confident in your expectation that the usually boyish Freya will soon turn into a blushing mess, as she attempts to fulfill all your requirements.

With just one motion, however, it’s made clear to you that perhaps you don’t know your own twin as well as you thought, her hand ripping her zipper straight down, before yanking her own denim shorts down to her knees, all to reveal her surprisingly cute white panties to the entire room.

You’d be shocked by Freya’s confidence in such a sexual display, if not for the fact that you’ve almost immediately been entranced by the sight of Freya’s undergarments, only being brought back to reality as Freya begins proudly and loudly declaring, “I am Freya J. Huston, and I’m proud to make your acquaintance everyone. In case it wasn’t already clear from the shared last name, I am our dear Felix’s twin sister… and… well, also his fiancé if we really wanna get technical about it,” causing you to nearly fall out of your chair as you **** on literal air, “What? You really don’t remember bro? Proposing to me all those times as kids and playing house together? It was always your favorite game, even when I begged you to play outside with me instead. I still own some of the play rings you used for your proposals,” she chuckles devilishly as you listen on in shock, “On that note as well, I think the romantic activity I’m most excited about this year will be my and Felix’s wedding, after we graduate. Which you’re all invited to by the way. It’ll be a blast for sure!” she finishes her rather shocking introduction by quickly adding her measurements, before sauntering back on over to her desk, giving you another challenging glare as she baits you to even try and formulate a reply to what just happened.

Before you can even make an attempt at a reply, however, your attention is brought back to the front of the room, as another female student has already made her way up to the blackboard, coughing loudly to gather your attention. You look forward once more, deciding that if Freya truly wants to say all those rather romantic things, then so be it, it only benefits you in the end. It’s not the time to be shocked or nervous, it’s time to just relax and enjoy the fucking awesome opportunities that are now sitting in desks all across this very room. You focus your attention, pleased by the sight of the blonde bombshell who seems to have chosen to go second for today’s introductions.

All comments, questions, and suggestions are heard and greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading!

This portion of the story ended up being longer than expected, so the other class introductions will happen next chapter, my apologies.