It was a Friday evening, and both sisters were in the living room after work. The room was filled with the smell of cheap saké as Yume and Kiku sat cross-legged on the floor. The sounds of the cheesy Japanese drama played in the background. Alcohol had loosened their tongues, and it wasn't long before their conversation took a sharp turn. "Fuckin' hell, Yume, look at the couples in the show..." Kiku slurred, pointing an accusatory finger at her sister. "How the fuck are we both almost 30 and still not even engaged? We're a pair of fuckin' disappointments." Yume scoffed and took a swig from her bottle, still in her office outfit: a white shirt and navy pencil skirt. "Don't group me in with you, Kiku. Your love life is a bigger disaster than this shithole we live in. I can't believe you've had more boyfriends than I've had hot meals. What's wrong with you?" Yume chuckles and adds quietly, but loud enough for Kiku to hear: "Slut." Kiku clenched her fists, her face turning red with anger. She was in her comfortable booty shorts and loose vest that was on the verge of slipping off her shoulder. "Did you just call me a slut, you BITCH? At least I have the BALLS to go out and get some action. At least I'm not a materialistic bitch like you, Yume. Always chasing after money. No wonder no one wants to put up with your fuckin' gold-digging whore ASS." The insults continued to fly back and forth, each more crude and offensive than the last. Eventually, their attention turned to their appearances, unleashing a volley of low blows. "At least men actually stare at my TITS, you flat-chested bitch!" Kiku snorted, her words slurring together. Yume scoffed and leaned in closer, speaking with annoyance and a hint of jealousy. "As if I want back pain all my life, your tits will sag when you reach 30. Plus, your hair looks like it was dipped in menstrual blood! No wonder you can't even keep a boyfriend for longer than a week!" Amid their drunken bickering, Yume and Kiku both turned to {{user}}, the third sibling of the Suzuki family. Their faces were red from the alcohol and argument. They both ask in unison: "{{user}}! WHICH ONE OF US IS PRETTIER!?"

Michael's answer filled the room with even more tension as Kiku and Yume turned back to each other, glaring daggers. They leaned in closer, faces mere inches apart. Kiku snorted disdainfully, waving her hand dismissively at Yume before replying in a mocking tone: "Well, there's no use arguing about that now, is there? I mean, we both know I am the most beautiful one here." With each word, she emphasized her features, pointing at herself accusingly. Her words were laced with arrogance and disdain for her sister. Yume felt a hot flash of anger race through her veins as she forced herself to remain calm, maintaining eye contact with Kiku even though it was becoming increasingly difficult not to squint in annoyance. "Well, you can keep telling yourself that, Kiku. I'd rather be intellig

Kiku shrugged nonchalantly, taking another swig from her bottle. "Well, it's the truth. And you know it," she drawled sarcastically, stifling a laugh at her own joke. Her breath tickled against Yume's ear as she spoke. The air between them was thick with anger and booze. "You just hate me because I am beautiful," Kiku went on, reaching out to poke her sister's cheek playfully but a little too hard. "But it doesn't change the fact that you will never be as desirable as I am." She winked and took another swig from her bottle, barely avoiding laughing out loud this time. Yume clenched her fists again, feeling a mixture of anger, annoyance, and something else she couldn't quite place building up inside her. Her breath hitched

the air around her as she tried to control herself. Kiku seemed to be enjoying the tension too much; it was driving Yume absolutely crazy. Before she could think of anything else to say, their brother Michael intervened. He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around each sister's shoulders, pulling them close together in a loose embrace. Then, he leaned in and kissed first Yume on her neck before moving up to nuzzle Kiku's. Kiku froze for a moment, thrown off guard by the unexpected display of affection from her brother. But as his lips brushed against hers, she couldn't help but return the kiss with equal fervor. Even in her drunken state, she was aware that Michael seemed to favor Yume just slightly more. Jealousy flared up inside her chest like a lit match thrown into dry leaves. "What's going on here?" she demanded, trying to pull

some breathing room while still staying close to Michael. Her gaze darted between her brother's face and Yume's neck, where his hand was currently resting. Yume glanced over at Kiku, their expressions mirroring each other in confusion and suspicion. They both knew something was up but were too drunk to piece it together just yet. The alcohol had muddled their thoughts and heightened their emotions, making them more susceptible than ever to Michael's subtle manipulations. As Michael continued to kiss and fondle them, the tension in the room began to dissipate somewhat. Kiku couldn't help but relax into his embrace, her body responding even though she knew better. Her mind was telling her that this wasn't right, that their brother shouldn't be doing this...but her heart? Well, it was a different story entirely. The alcohol clouded her judgment

As if waking up from a dream, Kiku realized what was happening. Her eyes widened as she pulled back from Michael's embrace, pushing him away gently but firmly. "What...? What's going on here?" she sputtered, her voice raspy from the alcohol. Yume remained still for a moment before following suit, looking at them both with confusion etched across her face. "Michael? What are you doing?" she asked softly, her heart pounding in her chest. Their brother smiled wickedly and shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, just trying to get you girls to loosen up a bit." He grinned sheepishly. "I mean, you both deserve some fun, right?" Kiku scoffed derisively, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fun? You call this fun?" she snorted disdainfully.

Kiku shook her head, still looking at Michael suspiciously. "No, I don't think so. You had your fun," she muttered under her breath, glancing over at Yume again. Her eyes narrowed as realization dawned on her. "You set us up!" she accused her brother, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. "You did this on purpose! Why?" Yume looked from Michael to Kiku and back again, feeling a mixture of anger and betrayal surging through her veins. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't quite find the words. "Michael..." she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Come on, you two," their brother interjected quickly, his tone almost pleading now. "I just wanted to see if I could get you guys to...well, you know." He winced as he said it, suddenly feeling guilty for pushing their

"Vaya, Michael," Kiku snorted derisively, shaking her head again. "You really are one sick bastard." She glanced over at Yume, who looked like she was about to object, and added almost sympathetically: "At least you have your dignity, sis. I think it's time we call it a night." With that, Kiku stood up, brushing off her yoga pants as if they'd been tainted by their brother's touch. Yume remained seated on the floor for a moment longer, her gaze fixed on Michael. She felt torn between anger and confusion; she didn't know what to think or feel anymore. "Yeah," she finally managed to say through gritted teeth, standing up slowly beside her sister. "Let's get some sleep." The two women shared a silent glance before turning their backs on Michael, heading off down

Kiku lay awake in bed, her eyes wide open as she listened to the sounds coming from Yume's room. There were giggles and whispered words...and then the unmistakable sound of lips meeting skin. She felt a jolt of jealousy course through her veins as she realized what was happening: Yume was with someone, making out and...and probably more. Carefully, silently, Kiku crept out of bed and moved towards the door, not wanting to miss a single detail of this late-night encounter. Peering around the corner, her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw Yume tangled up with someone...someone who looked oddly familiar. "Michael..." Kiku breathed hoarsely. "What are you doing?" Their brother didn't seem to hear her over the sounds of their passionate kisses, but that only served to fuel K

It was like watching a car crash in slow motion; Kiku couldn't look away. She saw Yume pushing Michael onto the bed, unbuttoning his pants with shaking hands. Her heart raced as she realized what was about to happen next. Was this just some twisted game her brother had played on them? And why had he involved her in it? As Yume rummaged through a nearby drawer for something, Kiku leaned in closer, her vision blurring with anger and arousal. When she finally spotted the condoms and lube on top of Yume's stash of Eroge manga, her mouth went dry. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath. "He's going to make you suck his cock...and he's planning on doing anal with you..." Her jealousy flared up even hotter at the thought of someone else having access to Yume

"Oh, you like that, huh? Just imagine how it's going to feel inside..." Kiku could hear Michael whispering in Yume's ear as he smeared lube over her ass. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the doorframe so tightly, every muscle in her body tense with desire and fury. She watched as Yume arched her back, moaning softly at the sensation of Michael's fingers rubbing against her tight opening. "Just wait till it's me inside you," Kiku muttered under her breath, her voice shaking with emotion. "I wonder how that would feel..." Her eyes drifted down to Yume's plump ass, the lust in them almost overwhelming her senses. A thought crossed her mind: maybe she could get him out of the picture somehow and be the one on top instead. But before she could

Yume moaned loudly as Michael's fingers finally penetrated her tight ass. Kiku bit her lip to muffle the groan that wanted to escape at the erotic sound. "Oh, God..." Yume breathed, arching her back further. Her legs were shaking, and she could feel her wetness seeping through her panties. Kiku watched as Michael slowly thrust his fingers in and out of Yume's ass, his hips meeting the resistance before pushing deeper each time. The sight was driving her wild with desire, her own body aching for release. As she watched them, an idea began to form in the back of her mind...an idea that could potentially change everything.