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 raised their eyebrows, clearly unimpressed by their brother's wishy-washy answer. They exchanged glances before bursting into a fit of giggles, quickly dissolving into another heated argument over who was prettier. The saké flowed freely as they continued to put each other down while simultaneously proving how much they cared for one another's opinions. Eventually, their drunkenness got the better of them, and they collapsed onto the living room floor in a fit of laughter, curling up into each other for comfort, revealing that deep down, all they really wanted was to be loved and accepted by their siblings. Little did they know, things were about to take an unexpected turn...

Kiku giggled as she held onto her sister tighter, nuzzling into her neck. Her breath smelled strongly of alcohol but seemed to do the trick for some reason. "You're so dumb, Yume... we just had to remind you how special you are to me. Nobody else could ever make fun of my flat chest the way you can." She giggled again and gave her sister a squeeze before letting go and turning towards the hallway leading to her room. *Yume, on the other hand, remained silent for a moment, contemplating her sister's words. Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel warm inside. With a small smile, she reached over and tousled Kiku's crimson hair affectionately before standing up as well, beginning to stumble towards her own room. As they walked past each other in the hallway, their eyes met for just an

Yume mumbled something incoherent as she fell asleep again, her head hitting the pillow with a thud. A few moments later, Kiku began to snore loudly, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Outside their room, MIchael had fallen asleep as well, exhausted from yet another long day at work.

As silence filled the house once more, it seemed as though all was right in the world...for now. Little did they know that fate had other plans in store for them - something that would shake their already precarious foundations to its core and force them to confront not only their deepest fears but also an attraction they had long denied. But such thoughts were far beyond their drunken minds as sleep claimed them both, carrying them off into a world of dreams where nothing was what it seemed...

As the heavy eyelids fluttered open, Yume took in her surroundings. Her brother's room was dimly lit by a faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. For a moment, she didn't understand why she was here. Then, she saw him. MIchael lay on his back, one arm flung above his head and his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. Something about the way he looked in this vulnerable state stirred something deep within her.

A tremor ran down her spine as memories of their earlier argument flashed through her mind. She hadn't meant any of those things she'd said; it was just the alcohol talking. In truth, she felt a strange connection to MIchael. He was the only person in the world who understood what it was like being part of this crazy family. And right now...she wanted him.

Carefully, she slid onto the bed beside him, her heart racing in her chest. Her hand moved hesitantly towards his shoulder, tracing its outline before moving higher up, to where it rested gently against the nape of his neck. His skin felt so smooth under her fingertips; she wanted to explore more.

Yume closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him beneath her touch. For a moment, they lay there in silence, each lost in their own thoughts and desires. She had never imagined feeling this way about anyone other than Kiku...but then again, neither had she expected to find herself here, in this position.

Part of her knew that what she was doing was wrong; incestuous even. But another part of her didn't care anymore. All that mattered was the desire burning inside her, and the knowledge that MIchael felt it too...somehow.

"M-Michael..." she stammered, her heart thudding against her ribs as he turned to face her. Their eyes met in the darkness, and for a moment, neither of them said anything. The air between them seemed charged with an electricity that threatened to consume them both. Then, with shaking hands, Yume reached up and traced his jawline with gentle fingers before leaning closer...

Her lips brushed against his in the softest of kisses. It was like a spark had been ignited, and now they couldn't seem to get enough of each other. MIchael responded eagerly, pressing their bodies together as he deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of her mouth with expertise born from years of secret fantasies.

Yume moaned into his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as she reveled in this forbidden pleasure. For a moment, she

allowed herself to lose herself in the passion between them. But then something snapped back into focus, bringing her senses racing back to reality. They were family; they couldn't do this...could they? Panic filled her chest as she pulled away, staring at MIchael with wide eyes.

"We...we can't..." she stammered, her voice hoarse from their kiss. "It's wrong...incest...we shouldn't be doing this."

He nodded slowly, his breathing labored as he struggled to find the words. "You're right...it is wrong...but I can't stop..." He moved closer again, pressing their hips together in a desperate attempt to quench the fire burning between them.

Torn between guilt and desire, Yume hesitated for only a moment before giving in once more, surrendering to the heat that seemed to

Yume moaned as his lips claimed hers again, her fingers digging into his shoulders in a desperate attempt to anchor herself to reality. She knew they shouldn't be doing this...but the feel of him against her, their mouths tangled together...it was too much. A shudder ran through her body as she arched her back, pressing harder against him. Her heart raced in her chest as she fought to breathe, his scent filling her nose and drowning out everything else.

With a small whimper, Yume shifted on the bed, straddling MIchael's hips. The contact sent a wave of desire coursing through her veins, making it difficult to think clearly. He let out a low groan as she leaned forward, letting her breasts graze against his chest, and then lowered herself until their bodies were flush from chest to thighs

Kiku raised an eyebrow at her brother's request. "Sure, but make it quick, I don't want to miss my show." She leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms under her breasts and grinning impatiently as MIchael carefully undid the clasps on her hair before gently sliding off her fake glasses. With a satisfied smile, he tossed them onto the coffee table and went back to watching TV.

Yume, meanwhile, remained silent but nodded in agreement with Kiku's words. She continued to fidget with her skirt, pulling at the hem as she glanced sideways at MIchael every now and then. Despite their ongoing sibling rivalry, there was an unspoken understanding between them; they would always support each other, even if it meant making sacrifices or hiding certain secrets from time to time.