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!?"

Yume crosses her arms over her chest, smirking and looking at Kiku as if to say 'see, even your own brother agrees with me'. Her lips curl into a satisfied smile when she sees the frustration on her sister's face. "I bet I could make him pick me," Kiku grumbles, taking another swig from her bottle before holding out a hand for some food. As they continue to eat and argue, their competitive streaks kick in even more; each one trying to prove their point by finding faults with the other's appearance or actions. They challenge each other to drinking contests, arm wrestling matches, even race down the hall naked (which results in a fall and spilled alcohol all over the living room). By the end of the night, they are both thoroughly drunk and exhausted; slumped against each other on the floor like a pair of drunken dolls. As their breathing evens out and they finally quiet down, it's clear that their love-hate relationship has taken another turn for the worse...or possibly better? Only time will tell if they can ever find peace within themselves or each other amidst this chaotic sibling rivalry.

"Ahhh...thanks," Kiku mumbles, not quite opening her eyes as she feels the soft bed beneath her. "Roland, you're such a good guy...too bad we can't say the same about your other sisters..." Her words trail off into a drunken snore. "Don't listen to her," Yume says groggily, propping herself up on one elbow. "She just thinks she's better than everyone else...so desperate for attention." She flops back down and instantly falls asleep, leaving her brother alone with the two drunken idiots. "Hmm..." Roland lets out a soft sigh, running a hand through his hair before lying down beside them; acting as their makeshift body pillows. He closes his eyes, wondering how long he'll have to stay up before they finally wake up and ruin something else...

"Aaah...Roland...don't leave..." Kiku slurs, her voice barely audible as she clings to his arm like a life vest. "I need you...to protect me..." Her eyes flutter shut, and her breathing evens out again. Yume mumbles something incoherent before stretching luxuriously, arching her back and thrusting her chest forward; grinding against Roland with every movement. "Mmm...you're so comfortable..." She purrs sleepily, unaware of the position she's putting him in.

"Hmm..." Kiku mumbles lazily before snuggling closer to her brother, one leg sliding over his hip; pressing their bodies even tighter together. Her breath comes out in hot puffs against the nape of his neck as she nuzzles into him contentedly. Yume, on the other hand, takes advantage of Roland's generous lap and spreads her legs wider, grinding against him with a sleepy groan. She moans louder when he lets out a quiet gasp, unaware that her movements are both arousing and uncomfortable for him.

Yume's hips start moving faster against him as her sleepy grinding turns into a rhythmic motion. Her breath comes out in hot puffs on his neck, and one hand slips down to cup his hip, urging him deeper inside of her. "Mmm...that's it..." She moans softly before biting down on her lower lip and arching her back further. Kiku, too, seems unaware that her actions are anything but dreamlike; one hand slides up Roland's chest to curl around his neck while the other squeezes him tightly across the middle. She lets out a long, contented sigh into his ear before pressing her lips against it and sucking gently. "Roland...I love you..." Her voice is rough from sleep, but there's no mistaking the emotion behind it.

His squirming beneath her only serves to intensify Kiku's grip around his neck, making it tighter as she arches her back farther into him. Her breath becomes hot against his ear as she whispers, "You like that? You want more?" Her hips begin to move faster, grinding against him in a desperate attempt to feel something real beneath the dreamlike haze of alcohol. Meanwhile, Yume's movements become even bolder; her hand slips down between them and curls around Roland's hardness through his pants. She begins to stroke him slowly at first before increasing in speed until he's groaning into the pillow beside him. "Mmm...you feel so good..." she whispers, her fingertips pressing deeper into his flesh as she massages him expertly. As their bodies writhe against each other in this drunken haze of desire and confusion, it becomes clear that neither sister has any intention of stopping; even if it means waking up from what they believe is just another dream.

"You like that?" Kiku asks breathily, her voice low and sultry. "Tell me how much you want it..." She grinds harder against him, arching into his touch with every move. Her other hand slides lower on his chest, tracing lazy circles around one of his nipples before pinching it hard. Yume leans down, her breath fanning across Roland's cheek as she whispers, "You should make them yours...I bet you could have either of us if you wanted." Her fingers move faster against him, her thumb brushing over the head of his length in a teasing circle. "But who would you choose?" She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a wicked smile, "Or could you handle both of us at once?"

Her words send a shiver down his spine, and he can feel himself getting closer to the edge; the line between dream and reality blurring further beneath their combined weight. As they continue to writhing against him in this drunken haze of desire, it becomes clear that neither sister has any intention of stopping...and Roland isn't quite sure he wants them to anymore.

As if sensing his impending release, Kiku's movements become even more urgent; her hips slam against him with each thrust as her breath comes out in ragged gasps. Her free hand grips the sheet beneath them, pulling it tightly as she arches her back and cries out into Roland's neck. "Fuck...I need you..." Meanwhile, Yume increases the pace of her stroking, nearly bringing him over the edge with each swipe of her hand. Her breath hitches in her throat when he moans against the pillow, and she bites down on her lower lip to stifle a groan. "Oh fuck..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire as she continues to pleasure him expertly. Their bodies writhe together, entwined in a drunken tangle of limbs and need; each sister lost in the sensation of having their own personal body pillow beneath them. As Roland finally gives into the heat building inside of him, his release echoes through the bedroom; filling the air with guttural groans that send shivers down their spines.

Both sisters moan in unison as they feel his release spilling over their hands. Their hips buck against him in time with the last of his thrusts, each one eager to feel every drop. As he gasps for air, Kiku's eyes flutter open lazily; her vision still hazy from alcohol and lust. She looks down at the hand where Yume is stroking Roland, then back up to their sibling with a satisfied smirk. "Not bad..." she mutters before leaning in closer, wrapping one arm around Yume's shoulders possessively. Yume, her face flushed from exertion and arousal, doesn't seem to mind the display of possession at all; she only moans louder when Kiku's breath tickles across her neck. Their chests heave together as they catch their breath, unaware that Roland is still caught in the afterglow of his orgasm. The room grows quiet for a moment, the only sounds being shallow breathing and slowed heartbeats. Finally, Kiku's eyes flicker open again and she glances over at Yume; her expression shifting from satisfaction to something else entirely. Something predatory. Something dangerous. "Hmm..." she hums softly before leaning in closer still, whispering directly into Yume's ear: "I think it's time we taught him who his real sisters are."

Kiku smirks wickedly, her expression turning predatory. "Oh, it was just you. In our dreams, you were both of us." She nuzzles into Roland's shoulder, lapping at his skin with her tongue before nipping playfully at his collarbone. Yume leans back onto one elbow, studying him intently as she runs a hand through her sleep-tangled hair. "Maybe we should show you...," she says huskily, "what our dreams really mean." Her voice is low and throaty, sending shivers down his spine. As the two sisters begin to circle around him, their expressions sultry and hungry, it becomes clear that whatever they're about to show him will go far beyond anything he's experienced before. The weight of their combined gazes press down on him like a physical force; making his breath catch in his throat and sending a shiver down his spine. "Show us what you've got, little brother," Kiku purrs, her voice dangerously low as she sinks to the floor in front of him. "Let us see if you can handle the real thing." Yume mirrors her actions on the other side of the bed, their movements fluid and intentional. They're like predators closing in on their prey; eager to show him just how far they'll go to get what they want. And as they inch closer, there's no question that what they desire is him.

With each step closer, their eyes bore into his soul. Their bodies, once tangled in a fitful sleep, now move with the sinuous grace of predators about to pounce. Kiku's lips part slightly, revealing hints of sharp teeth as she tilts her head back just enough for her gaze to remain locked on him. Yume runs her fingers through her hair again, slowly and deliberately, drawing his attention to every inch of skin bared by their sleepwear. Their scent fills the air, a heady mix of womanly musk and intoxicating lust that makes it difficult for him to think straight.

"We'll show you," Kiku whispers, her voice barely audible above the thunderous beat of his heart. "We'll show you what we want." Yume nods in agreement, her expression unreadable as she takes another step closer, until they stand before him; just inches apart.

He can feel the heat radiating off their bodies, the press of their skin against his own as they lean in closer still, their lips parting, waiting for his permission to taste. His heart races faster and faster, echoing through his chest like a war drum urging him onward; pushing him towards whatever it is they want from him tonight.

"Whatever you say," he whispers back, the words catching in his throat as he meets their gazes once more. "I'm all yours."

Their gazes shift between each other before focusing on him once more, their expressions unreadable yet charged with an almost predatory intensity. Kiku's tongue flicks out to wet her lips as she steps even closer, the heat of her body making it difficult for him not to react. Yume mirrors her movement, her hand finding its way to his thigh before sliding upwards, palm flat against his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.

"So," Kiku drawls out, leaning in close enough that he can feel her breath on his neck, "are you sure about that?" Her fingers curl into the fabric of his pants, pulling them aside just enough to reveal the rapidly hardening length trapped inside. Yume's smile turns predatory as she follows suit with her free hand, gripping the front of his pants and pushing them down roughly; her fingers curling around him once more.

The contact sends another shudder through him, making it impossible to think straight. His hips buck forward involuntarily into their hands, seeking release but knowing they're not nearly close enough yet. "Mmm," Yume hums softly against his ear, her tongue darting out to taste the sensitive skin behind it before nipping playfully at his lobe. Kiku moans low in her throat as he thrusts harder into their hands; her free hand tangling in his hair and holding him still for their pleasure.

Their movements grow bolder, more confident with every touch. Their lips part slightly, revealing their perfect white teeth as they grin wickedly down at him. It's clear that this is no longer a dream; it's real, and they are in control. The question remains: will he be able to handle the real thing? Or will he crumble