Everything went quiet. Very quiet.
So quiet I could hear Aya's laptop fan.
So what now? The end of the world?
Aya didn't move for a few moments. She stared at Hina. Hina stared at the floor.
I didn't stare. I just waited to see what was going to happen. I was still getting over cumming onto Hina's tongue. That was way more important than their mom coming home a day early.
Hina… swallowed… my… cum… All of it!
Finally, Aya moved.
"Sunday afternoon," she repeated slowly. "I mean, we knew she was coming back... but Friday through Sunday is peak viewing time. The biggest whales. If she's back Sunday afternoon… we lose some of it…"
She was processing. Totally focused. The glow of the chat window was reflecting on her face.
She glanced at Hina with a strange intensity, then her eyes landed on me.
"No," Aya said suddenly. Her face instantly relaxed. "We don't lose it. We just... compress the schedule. Yes! We'll make it work."
She slapped her hands together. The sound echoed like a gunshot.
"It's very simple, actually," she continued. "We just need to pick up speed. No worries."
She nodded to herself. "Which means Shared Mouth is moving to tonight."
It was an order.
"Tonight?" I said. "We did a stream today already—"
"Yes, tonight," she snapped, shutting me down. "We still have most of the audience online. We'll bring the rest back. I'll post a teaser right now."
I opened my mouth to reply, but she was typing already.
Tap-tap-tap. Fuck-what-you-think.
The sweet sound of money. It was making me tired.
"Kaito, go," Aya said, not looking up. "Go lie down for an hour. Drink some water. We need your cum to be nice and ready. I don't want any mishaps tonight."
Mishaps? Are you kidding me?
When was it when my cum wasn't ready?
Hey, girlfriend, you're such a bully…
She already moved on. "Hina, go to the bedroom," she instructed. "Take out those outfits we bought. I'll be there in a second and we'll choose what we're wearing."
I turned around.
There was no point in arguing. When Aya was like this, there were no negotiations. Everything had to be her way, when she thought she was in charge of something.
Lucky for her, we're talking about her and Hina giving me a blowjob. Otherwise, I would've told her… probably… Ah, who cares…
I went to Aya's room and crashed onto the bed. The sheets smelled like her—sharp, overpowering.
I closed my eyes.
Aya, Aya…
Aya was becoming obsessed.
I could sort of see why. She never had an opportunity to make this much money. To make any decent amount of money. So she bossed her younger sister around. She enjoyed dominating boys at school. She bickered with coworkers at the convenience store. But she had always wanted more. I knew that. That's why she hooked up with me in the first place. Because she thought it was different. Because I was the least crappy guy she had ever met.
And now, there were the three of us.
Us—and a pile of money.
Fine, I don't mind making money. Let her go nuts running the show until their mom comes back. Then everything will go back to normal.
Back to normal…
I thought about the practice. I thought about Hina holding her pink tongue out, perfectly still, waiting for me to cum. About the way she had looked at me.
"You're a good teacher, Kaito."
I could still hear her voice in my head.
Maybe I don't want to go back to normal. Not all the way back. Not without Hina…
I don't know how much time had passed, but the next thing I heard was the sound of the door opening. I sat up.
The sisters walked in.
Holy fucking shit! This is the only normal I want!
The two of them were dressed in the new underwear Aya had ordered—tiny, girlie sets that left almost nothing to the imagination.
Aya was wearing a sky-blue set. The top was straining against her breasts. I was sure she didn't mind. She had always been very proud of her boobs. I mean, and why not—they were just the right shape and size. Ripe, but not huge. Squeezable. Suckable. I could see the dark circles of her nipples through the fabric.
The panties were high-cut, the thin straps sitting high on Aya's hips. It highlighted the sharp curve of her waist. She looked lean and dangerous.
A panther ready to pounce.
And then, there was Hina. Mmmmmmm…
Hina was dressed in a matching baby-pink set. Her top and the matching bottoms were so small they looked like doll clothes. The color made her skin look even paler than it was. Glowing white. Ivory. Her slim, delicious thighs were pressed tightly together.
A gift waiting to be unwrapped.
"What do you think, handsome?" Aya asked. She stepped forward, her hips swinging. "Aren't we killer sexy?"
Oh yeah.
Aya struck a pose, arching her chest slightly forward. A professional.
Then, she playfully slapped Hina on the butt.
The smack reverberated in my ears. Hina jumped.
She glanced at Aya, pouting. Then she shrugged and went back to standing perfectly straight.
Like a schoolgirl during an inspection.
I gulped. I wanted to inspect her. Oh, I wanted to inspect her so bad!
Hina saw my look.
For a second, her shyness returned. But then, her eyes flickered. Very slowly she raised her hand. Deliberately. For show.
She put her index finger in her mouth and sucked on it—still looking me straight in the eye.
The exact move I had shown her during our practice. The "Money Shot" pose.
And now, she was performing. For me. Only for me.
I felt my blood rush south.
My heart hammered against my ribs.
There was going to be no problem with my performance in the tonight's stream.
But she—she…
I stared at the girl in baby-pink. The "shy" sister. The "beginner."
There was an unfamiliar expression in her eyes.
Is this because I'm such a good teacher? Or did I never really know Hina?