The smell of hot food pulled me into the kitchen.
I wasn't wrong. A bunch of delivery containers sat on the table. Stacked on one side. On the other were a few sheets of paper and a pen.
"What's that?" I asked Aya. It didn't look like a delivery bill.
It was Aya's handwriting.
She shrugged. "Read and sign."
Sign? Wtf?
I picked up one of the pages.
The Agreement.
Aya totally ignored my surprised stare.
Did she just write this?
"Sit down," she said. She was already dressed, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.
"And you too," she added. That was directed at Hina who just walked in, looking small back inside her oversized hoodie.
"What's this all about?" I asked, flipping over the page.
"We're making too much money to keep doing this on 'trust,'" Aya said. She opened one of the containers. "Your favorite steak, by the way, sis."
Hina's nostrils instinctively twitched. Her favorite food. Even I could focus on nothing but that steak.
Pure Wagyu…
Aya closed the lid. "As I was saying. Trust is for people who don't make millions of yen. With the money we're making, it's a business."
"This is so long…" Hina sighed. She looked hungrily at the steak container.
I skimmed the first page. Aya's writing was blunt.
"Non-disclosure," I read aloud.
"Yeah," Aya snapped. "You have to swear that you don't tell anyone about the stream. Not friends, not relatives, no one. Okay? If you let a word about the stream get out, you are legally liable for every single yen we lose. You're swearing to keep your mouth shut."
Hina bit her lip. "Legally swear? Like, in court?"
"Exactly like in court." Aya nodded. "That's how you get your money back. Through the court."
She paused for effect.
I didn't mind. I wasn't going to brag about having sex with the two of them anyway.
I mean, it was definitely something to brag about, but why name names and give details?
One day I'd be able to tell my future kids that I had sex with two beautiful sisters at the same time.
Aya moved on already. "Next page. Profit sharing."
I looked at the paper.
"33.3% each," I said. "That sounds good to me."
She doesn't normally share this generously.
Honestly, I hadn't thought about splitting the money yet. The whole money thing was too new, and I had been thinking about sex more than the numbers. The numbers were good, high. That was enough for me to know.
I glanced at Hina's puzzled face.
I'd been thinking about sex with her more than the money.
"I say it's fair," Aya said. "Remember, this is after the platform takes their cut and our expenses. We need to eat, to get some extra equipment, some clothes. After that, we split everything three ways."
"Except you own the account," I said, reading the next paragraph.
"I started it," Aya said simply. "I keep the keys. If things go south, the channel is mine. That's it."
I looked up at Aya.
That was just like her.
But at a different level.
She had always liked to lead the way. To get me to do things I probably wouldn't do. Like that time we had sex in the park just outside after dark… Mmm, sweet memories.
I remembered Aya bending over so I could fuck her from behind. "Mom's home. This is the only place."
And now she can run it like a startup. She'll go far.
I glanced at the next section. "Exclusivity?"
I chuckled.
Aya wasn't impressed. "What's funny?"
I swear that I will have no physical intimacy with anyone outside of this agreement.
"I mean," I mumbled, "I don't even have time to run off and have sex with someone else."
Aya swung at me as if she was going to punch me.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," I said. "Why would I do something like that? What am I, stupid?"
She shook her head. "I hope not." Then she looked at Hina. Pointedly. "That applies to all of us. Nothing outside."
Hina didn't even look up.
Like it couldn't have possibly applied to her.
Does it mean she likes what we're doing? That would be… great.
"What does agreed by the group mean?" Hina asked instead.
Quietly.
But she actually looked at Aya.
I will perform every act agreed by this group and I will perform willingly.
"There are three of us," Aya replied, stone cold. "If two of us want to do a scene, the third one doesn't get to say no. When we need to hit the next goal, you don't argue because you're not in the mood that day. You do it. Both of you."
'Both of you'? Why both? When did I say 'no'?
"Here." Aya waved one of the pages. "I've signed already."
Of course, you did—you wrote it.
She handed the pen to me.
Am I legally binding myself to this insanity?
I shrugged. Signing a 'contract' still felt a bit too dramatic to me. Overkill.
I was enjoying the ride so far. The money was just gravy. Why worry?
I signed and pushed the pen toward Hina.
She picked it up, her hand shaking just a little. "Perform willingly? Even if..."
"Even if," Aya cut her off. "You also wanted the money, Hina, right? Now we're making more than we ever dreamed of. We aren't kids playing house anymore. This is serious."
Hina was still holding the pen up in the air.
Aya held out her phone. "That's your share so far," Aya said calmly. Cruelly. "By the time Mom is back, it'll be at least three times higher. If you want."
Hina looked at the number on the screen. She lowered her hand. She scrawled her name at the bottom of the page.
"Good," Aya said, gathering the documents. She tapped them on the table to align them. "Now we can eat and get back to work."
She started opening the food containers. The steam from the Wagyu surrounded me.
"Speaking of tomorrow's challenge," she added. "The trending vote is Shared Mouth."
It just gets better and better!
I felt blood rushing to my cock.
"But I..." Hina stammered. Her eyes were glued to the table. "I've never... I've never done that."