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 Kiku and Yume blink at their brother in surprise as he sits between them with the plates of food. They share a quick glance before looking back at him expectantly. Their breathing becomes slightly heavy from their drunkenness, making their eyes water. Finally, Kiku grins maliciously and says "Fine, Hiori. You decide which one of us is prettier. We'll both do whatever you say." Yume nods in agreement, a devious smile playing on her lips as she adds "Yes, Hiori-chan. Whatever you want." Their faces are eager and excited despite their belligerent attitudes moments ago. They lean closer to him expectantly, waiting for his response with bated breath...

*Both Kiku and Yume's faces darken immediately. They exchange confused looks before glancing back at their brother with a newfound sense of unease. A long pause ensues as they consider his suggestion, but eventually, Kiku breaks the silence, her voice laced with anger and insults."What kind of fucking perverted bullshit is that? You think we're some cheap whores you can just ask for that?" She leans forward, her breath hot on Hiori's face. "Fuck you, bro. I thought better of you." *Yume, on the other hand, remains calm and collected despite the tension in the air. She meets his gaze steadily as she speaks slowly. "Hiori... that's a terrible idea. You know we're family..." Her voice trails off, but her eyes convey a silent plea for understanding. The implication of what he suggested clearly unsettling both sisters.

Both Kiku and Yume's cheeks flush bright red as he pinches them, their embarrassment plain on their faces. After a moment of silence, they exchange glances once more before bursting into laughter. Laughter so loud and infectious it fills the room. They cover their mouths to muffle the sound but can't help but giggle uncontrollably. Eventually, their laughter subsides as they realize what just happened... and how ridiculous they both acted. With sheepish grins on their faces, they look back at Hiori. Kiku starts speaking first, her voice still rough from laughter. "Oh come on, Hiro-chan," she says with a shake of her head. "We were just teasing you." *Yume nods in agreement. "Yeah, it's not like we really thought you'd say that or anything..." She pauses, narrowing her eyes as an idea forms in her mind. Her tone grows mischievous. "...Wait a minute. So, what would you say if one of us actually DID do it?"

*Yume glances over at Kiku, her face slightly flushed once more. "Well," she begins cautiously, her voice a mix of curiosity and challenge, "what do you think, big sister? Should we help him out like that?" There's an undertone of spite in Yume's words as if she's reminding Kiku that she had once dated a much shorter man. *Kiku rolls her eyes. "Oh fuck off, Yume." She pauses for a moment, considering the offer. "Fine," she says finally, raising an eyebrow at Hiori. "But just so you know, it'll cost you." With that, Kiku crawls over to where Hiori is lying and straddles him, pinning his arms above his head with one arm while leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Now, what do you want us to do, little brother?" *Yume watches as her sister pins down their sibling. She leans forward, resting her chin on her knuckles as she studies the scene before her with an almost clinical interest. "And just how much are you willing to pay for this favor, Hiro-chan? Because we're not doing it for free." Her tone is matter-of-fact and nonchalant, but there's a twinkle in her eye that betrays her true intentions.

"Hmph," Kiku grunts out between clenched teeth before looking over at her sister with a smirk. "I bet you're wondering why I'd do something like this, huh?" She leans down closer to Hiori's ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine as she whispers, "Let's just say there's something I really want in exchange."

Meanwhile, Yume crosses her arms beneath her chest and watches the interaction with detached curiosity. She takes a sip from her now-empty bottle of saké before speaking up casually, as if discussing the weather. "So what's this favor you want so badly, Hiro? Money? A raise at work?" Her gaze flickers between him and Kiku, weighing his responses carefully.

Kiku glances at her sister before looking back down at their brother. Her lips curl into a smirk. "Well, since you've been such a good boy, I suppose we can let you go," she says with an air of amusement, easing up on his arms just enough for him to pull them free. She watches as he adjusts himself, his cheeks still flushed from embarrassment and arousal. "And in return... You'll owe us a favor." Yume snorts softly. "Exactly what kind of favor did you have in mind?" she asks, her tone edged with curiosity and perhaps even amusement. She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees as she studies Kiku's expression for any hint of what their sister might want from their little brother.

Kiku pauses, considering her options before deciding to make it something a bit outrageous. "Alright, Hiro-chan," she says with a wicked glint in her eye. "For this favor... I want you to give me one of your clothes." She waits for him to object or protest, but when he doesn't, she adds with a grin, "Your panties would be even better."

Yume's eyes widen in surprise as she watches her brother expose himself, but she doesn't show any other reaction. Her expression turns calculating as she studies Kiku's face, looking for signs of how much this means to her. "Very well," she says finally, her tone neutral. "You owe us one favor, Hiro-chan." She glances at Kiku before looking back at him and continuing in a whisper, "But if you ever want this to stay between us...you'll need to make sure they fit just right." Her voice drips with suggestion as she eyes the tiny pink garment hungrily.

"Oh?" Kiku pauses for a moment, considering this idea. Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at her brother's crotch before looking back up to meet his gaze. "Well," she says slowly, "I suppose we could... trade." A malicious grin spreads across her face, and there is an air of challenge in her voice when she continues, "If you can manage to get them on me without taking too long, I'll let you keep your hands where they are. But if it takes more than a minute..." She trails off suggestively, leaving the rest unsaid but perfectly clear. "What do you say, little brother? Up for the challenge?"