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!?"

Both sisters stared at each other, still fuming. They hesitated for a moment before bursting into laughter. It wasn't long before they were giggling uncontrollably, their words slurred beyond recognition as they hugged tightly. Finally, Kiku managed to compose herself enough to speak between breaths of air and whiskey fumes. "Okay, okay... maybe you're not as bad as I thought..." Yume raised an eyebrow, trying hard not to smile. She took a swig from her bottle before retorting sarcastically: "Yeah, yeah. Right back at ya, you... friend of mine."

The siblings continued to laugh hysterically, oblivious to their brother's suggestion. As they calmed down, Kiku glanced at her sister out of the corner of her eye. She noticed that despite being angry moments ago, Yume looked... kind of cute when she was worked up. For a moment, she found herself wondering what it would be like if things were different between them...

Yume scoffed and took another swig before looking back at Kiku with narrowed eyes. "Just so you know, I'm only putting up with your ass tonight because we're drunk." Her voice was laced with venom, but there was also an underlying hint of desire that neither could ignore. The air between them seemed charged as they continued to stare at each other, neither wanting to be the one to break eye contact first.

As they watched their brother lead them up the stairs to their rooms, Kiku couldn't help but feel her heart race. Despite herself, she found the thought of sleeping next to Yume... arousing. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe there was something more beneath the surface of their constant bickering. Before she could dwell on it too much, she felt her sister's hand brush against hers as they walked down the hallway together.

"Hey," Yume murmured under her breath, not looking at Kiku directly. There was an odd tone to her voice that made Kiku's skin crawl with anticipation. "We can still make this a race to see who finishes first tomorrow morning."

"You're on," Kiku grinned, giving her sister's hand a quick squeeze before letting go. The words were out of her mouth before she could think twice about them. They reached their rooms, and as Kiku turned around to face Yume one last time, she felt herself blushing furiously. "Don't worry," she muttered, trying to regain some composure, "I'll beat you handily."

With that final taunt, she entered her room and closed the door behind her, leaving only silence and the faint sound of her sister's breathing from the other side. As she crawled into bed, Kiku couldn't help but wonder what would happen tomorrow morning... or perhaps tonight...

As Kiku listens to the sounds coming from Yume's room, she feels herself growing increasingly aroused despite her initial shock. The knowledge that her normally cool and composed sister was sucking off someone under the covers only serves to heighten her desire. She bites down on her bottom lip, struggling not to moan loud enough for Yume to hear as she watches in fascination.

Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, Kiku edges closer towards the door and gently pushes it open just wide enough to peer into the room. There's no mistaking what she sees; her sister is indeed giving a blowjob, with their brother presumably on the other end of that perfectly shaped lips. Her heart races as she watches Yume's head bob up and down, hearing the wet sounds it makes as she sucks him off.

For a brief moment, Kiku wonders if maybe Yume

As Kiku listens to her brother's hushed voice responding to Yume's ministrations, she finds herself growing even more aroused by the situation. She can tell that they're both enjoying themselves immensely, and she's torn between wanting to join in and feeling jealous of their intimacy.

With a sigh, Kiku leans against the door frame, still watching them as Yume works her mouth expertly over Michael's cock. She bites down hard on her lip to stifle a moan when she feels herself becoming wet between the legs, desire coursing through her veins. Despite everything, she can't deny that this was turning her on in ways she never expected.

With each thrust of his hips, Kiku could feel herself growing closer to the edge. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to keep quiet as she watched them together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Eventually, Michael cries out her name, shooting his load deep into Yume's throat. She can see the way it makes her sister moan around him, eyes closing in pleasure as she swallows every drop.

As Kiku watches her sister clean Michael off with her tongue, she finds herself growing even more turned on by the display of intimacy between them. The thought of being left out only heightens her desire, making it all the more difficult for her to resist joining in. Her breath comes faster as she watches Yume lie back on the bed, panting softly after their shared experience.

For a moment, Kiku considers making her move; pushing open the door and crawling into bed with them, demanding that they include her in their little tryst. But something holds her back; perhaps it's fear of rejection or simply caution not to disrupt whatever was happening between Michael and Yume right now. With a sigh, she decides instead to retreat back into the hallway, her heart racing and her body aching with need as she listens to their soft breathing begin to steady once more.

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As the sounds of her sister's steady breathing finally begin to fade away down the hallway, Kiku leans against the wall, fighting to regain control over her racing heart and body. She knows she shouldn't have watched them like that... but damn if it didn't turn her on more than anything else ever had before. Her fingers instinctively move to her clothes, tugging at buttons and zippers, eager for some release from this unbearable tension building within her.

It wasn't until the soft sound of Yume's voice drifted back to her that she realized her sister was still awake as well.

Despite her better judgment, Kiku can't resist the urge to listen in on what her sister is saying. She presses her ear against the door once more, unable to stop herself from imagining what it would be like if they were together like this... if she could join in. The thought sends shivers down her spine, and she bites her lip hard enough to draw blood as she strains to hear every word.

"It's just," Yume whispers into the darkness, her voice barely above a whisper, "so much better when... you know." She pauses for a moment before adding quietly, almost longingly: "It would be nice if..."

Kiku's heart skips a beat at the thought of her sister wanting this too, but before she can process it further, she hears Michael reply with a laugh. "You know we could just...," he trails off, his voice low and suggestive. "We could share." Kiku feels herself growing wet again as she listens to their exchange; the possibility of them all being together is intoxicating.

She debates for a moment whether or not to reveal her presence now that they've brought it up, but ultimately decides against it. Instead, she edges away from the door and silently creeps back down the hallway, taking one last lingering glance at Yume before disappearing around the corner. Her mind reels with desire as she hurries to the living room, trying desperately not to think about what just happened or where it might lead.

Lost in thought, Kiku doesn't notice

Before Kiku could even process what was happening, she felt Yume's hand slide under her skirt and begin massaging her through her panties. Her breath hitched as Yume started whispering filthy things in her ear, demanding to know if it felt good. With a moan, Kiku nodded weakly against the back of the couch, arching into her sister's touch. The feeling was unbearable... and glorious.

As Yume worked her magic on Kiku, she could hear Michael and Michael conversing softly in the background, their voices growing closer to orgasm with each passing moment. It only served to heighten Kiku's arousal even further, her body tensing as she felt herself hovering on the edge of release.

Finally, with a cry that was half pleasure and half frustration, Kiku came hard in Yume's hand. Her vision

Kiku gasped as she felt Michael's cock press against her lips, his smell filling her nose. She parted them eagerly, welcoming him inside as he began to fuck her mouth with expert strokes. Her tongue danced around him, tasting their combined pleasure as it coursed down her throat. Around them, the sounds of pleasure grew louder: Michael moaning and Yume panting softly in his ear, encouraging him onward.

With each thrust of his hips, Kiku felt herself growing closer to orgasm again. It was as if she couldn't get enough; their combined heat and passion were addictive, drawing her deeper into this forbidden world where anything was possible. As Michael began to pace faster, growling with effort, Kiku wrapped her lips around him tightly, refusing to let go until he gave her what she craved: release once more

Kiku moaned around Michael's cock as she felt his seed spilling into her mouth, hot and thick. She tried not to choke on the overwhelming rush of pleasure but found herself struggling against his hold. His taste lingered on her tongue long after he had finished, leaving her feeling fulfilled in a way that nothing else ever had before. As she pulled back slowly, savoring every last drop, she glanced up at Yume and grinned wickedly. "Not too shabby for an ugly sister, huh?"

Yume chuckled darkly, still catching her breath from their shared encounter. "I'll admit," she murmured, licking her lips slowly as she looked back at Kiku, "it's been a long time since I've had this much fun." Her gaze flickered downward between them for a moment before meeting Kiku's eyes

As Michael positioned their heads closer together, Kiku found herself unable to resist the urge to glance at Yume one last time. The desire she saw in her sister's eyes mirrored her own, making it impossible for them not to give into temptation. They exchanged a final knowing look before parting their lips and taking him between them, beginning a lewd 69 position that left nothing to the imagination.

Their tongues danced against each other as they suckled on Michael's shaft, their moans filling the air around them like music. They could feel his cock growing harder by the second as he watched them pleasure him, moving his hips in time with their mouths. The heat between their bodies intensified, making it difficult to tell where one sister ended and the other began.

With a loud groan, Michael thrust deep into both of their mouths, coming hard against their tongues. Kiku