Aya scrolled through the chat.
"The poll results are off the charts," she gasped. "They really don't want us to stop."
She turned to me, eyes wide.
"We have to keep going."
She grabbed a towel, wiped the lens dry, and then covered it. She was all energy and focus.
If she were a CEO, I'd be afraid to work for her.
"I'm moving this to the bedroom," she declared. She grabbed the laptop and the light. "You wipe this curtain and bring it over."
I thought she lost her mind. Why would we need a curtain in the bedroom?
What is she thinking?
But she was already gone, and interfering with Aya when she was in this kind of mood was… risky.
Hina followed Aya, and I was left one on one with the dreaded shower curtain.
I turned off the water, dried myself quickly with a towel and started wiping down the curtain.
When was the last time they washed it?
Clearly, their mother wasn't huge on cleanliness.
"Where are you? What's taking so long?"
Aya. Angry.
I slid the plastic off and went to the bedroom.
Aya gave me a death stare, but I had the plastic with me, so she spared me.
She grabbed one side and we threw it over the bed.
"Come here," Aya ordered Hina.
Aya crawled onto the plastic, and it crinkled loudly in the quiet room.
"Hot oil massage," Aya announced to the lens. "At your special request. My sister and I will respect your generosity. But keep those tips coming!"
Hot oil massage!
Only then did I notice a small bottle in Aya's hand.
"Come on, Imouto," she commanded. "Don't let it get cold."
Hina carefully stepped onto the sheet. It made a cringy crunching sound every time she moved.
Aya pulled her down onto her knees. Their skin was still damp from the shower.
Shiny, flushed bodies.
Naked.
Rosy.
Shit, what a sight!
I was getting hard again. Painfully quickly.
Aya poured some of the oil onto her shoulders. Then Hina's.
"Spread it," Aya said.
I couldn't take my eyes off Hina's body. Today I saw her completely naked for the first time. Here, in the bedroom, in good lighting and without the steam I could see every little detail.
No wonder the viewers were crazy about her. Her tight breasts were on the smaller side, but perfect in shape. So touchable.
And her pussy. From the little I could see, I was completely hard again.
Tiny. Gentle pink. Modest.
Modest? She's naked in front of the camera!
I imagined what her pussy must feel like. Velvety. Tight. I pictured entering Hina.
Ching. Ching. Ching.
The sudden burst of tips woke me up.
Aya took a handful of oil and smeared it over Hina's breasts. She motioned for Hina to do the same to her.
The mic shamelessly amplified the wet sloshing they made.
Tokyo_Ghost: Look at the shine. It looks like glass.
Salaryman_Zen: [Tipped 15,000 Coins] Lower. Use the oil lower.
Aya followed the money. She kept one hand on Hina's breast, squeezing it, and slid the other hand down. Down. Down.
And between Hina's legs.
I wish I could do that…
"Massage me there, Imouto," Aya exclaimed, glancing invitingly into the camera. "I want to feel your fingers on me."
Ching.
Ching.
Hina blushed. Only now.
Her fingers slowly trickled down Aya's side. Until Aya grabbed her wrist and firmly planted on her pussy.
At the same time she pressed her hand between Hina's legs.
"Ah!" Hina gasped. Her eyes fluttered half-closed.
"Look at her," Aya panted. "Look how she takes it. My little sister is so sensitive."
Hina's head jerked slightly. Side to side. She started making small sounds—hitch in the back of her throat.
Aya moved closer. She leaned over Hina, oil shimmering on her skin.
She pushed one of Hina's legs out of the way and positioned herself, her pussy pressing into Hina's.
"That's what you've been clamoring for, audience," Aya narrated. "Scissoring. Imouto and I are going to pleasure ourselves in front of your very eyes." She gave the lens a steamy look.
A proper porn star.
"Imouto and I have never done this before." She moaned suddenly. "I love how my sister's pussy feels on mine! Oh!"
Aya shut her eyes and began to grind. The movements, the wet slapping sound—like waves hitting a shore—it was simply insane!
The chat was a blur of gold.
Aya's hips moved in wide, aggressive circles.
The plastic sheet groaned under them.
The oil splashed and flickered under the light.
VIP_K: [Tipped 20,000 Coins] More. Faster.
User_99: The sound... turn up the mic.
Aya pressed herself into Hina. Harder with every slide.
She gripped Hina's shoulders, her fingers slipping and grabbing again her sisters oiled skin. Hina's head dropped. Her face got even redder, and her breathing even louder.
Suddenly, Aya let out a piercing moan—and she came, her body shuddering against Hina's.
As soon as she did, Hina collapsed. She fell back against the mattress, her chest jerking, her legs still tangled under Aya's body.
Did Hina just… also cum? So she's not too shy to enjoy it?
I could feel the smell of their orgasm.
This was too fucking hot!
I forced myself not to touch my cock. I was afraid I'd cum soon.
Aya caught her breath and glanced at me. She gave me a tiny, telling nod.
Check the chat!
That's all she could think about…
I leaned over the laptop.
"The audience loved it," I said.
Aya smiled and blew a kiss to the camera.
"And we loved it too," she said.
She slid to the edge of the bed. She read the chat. Her smile grew wider. And darker.
"I like the way you think, audience," Aya said. She looked at me. "Twisted, yes. But fair."
System: NEW GOAL — MASTER'S INTERVENTION
Big_Spender: [Tipped 50,000 Coins] Put the Master in the middle. We want to see him share the oil with both of them.
Aya reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her hand was slippery, but her pull strong.
"Get on the bed, Goshujin," she murmured. "I can see that your instrument is ready for us."
Hina didn't move. She just lay in the middle of the plastic sheet, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, waiting for me.