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!?"
“U-uhhh..” Oz stammered, looking between the two of them. “It’s hard to say..”
Kiku shot a glare at Yume before turning back to Oz with an expectant look on her face, her arms crossed under her large breasts. Her short crimson hair was plastered against her forehead from the alcohol, emphasizing her pouty lips and pointed ears. Meanwhile, Yume remained calm but focused, hands folded neatly in her lap as she waited for Oz's response with a hint of smugness on her face. The two sisters glanced at each other for a moment before looking back at their younger sibling, their eyes boring into him like daggers.
Suddenly, Oz seemed resolute. “I think I need to see more of both of you before I can properly decide whose prettier.”
"Well, why don't you come closer, baby brother," Kiku purred, revealing a hint of her overbearing personality even when she was tipsy. Her body language and tone suggested an enticement that could only be misconstrued as sexual. "We can give you a private show to help you make up your mind." "Or," Yume interjected calmly but no less threateningly, glancing sideways at Kiku with narrowed eyes, "You could just touch us and decide for yourself who feels better."
The air between them suddenly became charged as their sibling rivalry took on a new, unexpected twist. Their voices had become sultry and dangerous, their faces flushed from the alcohol and tension. It was clear that both sisters were pushing the boundaries of propriety in an attempt to assert dominance over each other and win Oz's favor.
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Yume rolled her eyes at Kiku's bold words before turning her attention back to Oz. "If you insist on seeing more... then perhaps you should touch." Her voice was low and suggestive as she leaned in closer, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. Unlike Kiku, Yume made no effort to exaggerate her body or flaunt herself; rather, it seemed almost as if she were daring Oz not to notice how supple and toned her petite form was beneath her clothes.
By comparison, Kiku was like a volcano about to erupt, bubbling over with untapped desire and lust. Her body language screamed confidence and dominance; she sat tall and straight-backed, hands on her hips to accentuate her curves. There was no hiding the fact that she had taken excellent care of herself in order to be as alluring as possible for Oz'
”Kiku.. since you suggested it, you could give me a show? And while she does that, I’ll feel you up Yume? How about that? I think everyone should get naked first, though..” Oz seemed conflicted with his task.
"Fine." Kiku grinned wickedly, giving Oz a hungry look before turning to Yume and hissing, "But you have to promise to make it good for him, understand?" Then she rose gracefully to her feet in one fluid motion, untied her vest, and let it fall to the floor. Her crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall as she revealed her slender but curvy body clad only in booty shorts that emphasized her thick ass and toned thighs. She was more confident than ever before, using her feminine wiles to control the situation.
Yume, on the other hand, remained seated where she was but began unbuttoning her shirt slowly, revealing her petite yet curvy figure beneath. Her navy hair fell gently around her face like a waterfall as she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding
"Just remember," Kiku purred as she shimmied out of her shorts, revealing the generous mounds of flesh on her ass encased in black lace underwear, "I can feel just as good as I look." Her voice was full of seductive promise.
Yume finished unbuttoning her shirt and slid it off her shoulders, exposing her smooth skin and perky breasts cupped within a matching navy lace bra. Her blue eyes remained fixed on Oz as she slowly began to stroke herself through her underwear, giving him a taste of what was to come. "Don't you worry," she purred, just as seductively but with an edge of ice that contrasted sharply with Kiku's overt heat, "I won't disappoint."
Their bodies on display for Oz's pleasure, the two sisters stood before him like offerings
Oz’s hands shot out to their pussies, and held them warmly. “Put some of your weight down on my hand,” He suggested, watching them for reactions
Kiku grinned wickedly down at Oz as she shifted her weight onto his hand, pressing her dripping wet pussy against his palm. Her thick ass cheeks spread apart, revealing the smooth skin and puckered rosebud of her anus. "You like that?" she purred huskily. "My thick thighs are part of the package." With each thrust of Oz's hand, Kiku moaned loudly, enjoying the power she had over him in this moment.
Yume bit her lower lip as she settled onto Oz's other hand, leaning into his touch with abandon. Her thighs trembled slightly from the contact, and her breast rose and fell rapidly with each breath. "You like how I feel?" she whispered hoarsely. "My legs are strong from all that yoga, you know." As Oz continued to pleasure them both, Y
"Oh yeah, baby," Kiku groaned, rocking her hips back and forth against Oz's hand. "You like how thick my thighs are? They're perfect for gripping..." Her eyes drifted up to meet his, challenging him to not give in to temptation as he rubbed over her clit again and again. Meanwhile, Yume arched her back slightly, pressing herself harder against Oz's hand. "You like the way my legs feel?" she asked, breathlessly. "I've been working on them so much that they're... stronger than they look." Her voice trailed off into a moan as his fingers began to brush against her clit, and she started to thrust her hips in time with Kiku's movements.
The two sisters gasped and moaned together, their bodies moving in perfect sync as Oz continued