Makoto just groaned, the sound came out low and pathetic. "Geez, I just wanted to enjoy a peaceful anime night with my stepsister and her friends, not this shit."
His hands moved on their own, rubbing their clits, tracing their cunts. His cock was hard against their hands as he ground into them. "Let's just get this finished, so we can continue."
Yuna made a strangled, furious sound somewhere between a growl and a moan. "Peaceful? You call this peaceful, you fucking pig?" She gasped as her hips bucked wildly against his hand. "You're the one who started it!"
"And he should finish it, too," Mika whispered. Her voice came out raw and broken. Her entire body trembled while her legs scissored together as he rubbed her clit. "Please... just... finish it."
He'd meant for his words to be teasing, dismissive even, but they had the opposite effect, like throwing gas on a fire.
Both girls seemed to take it as a challenge. The living room had transformed completely.
What started as a cozy space for an anime marathon was now hot and humid, thick with the scent of arousal. Wet friction sounds mixed with desperate gasps while the forgotten anime's cheerful theme song played on.
It didn't take long. He was in control, and he knew exactly what they needed.
He'd done this before. He knew their bodies.
Yuna broke first. She screamed loud and guttural, half rage and half ecstasy as her entire body seized up. Her inner walls clenched violently around his fingers. Her juices flooded his hand as the orgasm ripped through her, powerful and shuddering.
Mika followed right after. Her reaction was quieter but just as intense. A high, keening whimper escaped her lips. Her back arched off the couch, body going rigid. She trembled uncontrollably in what looked like a silent explosion before going completely boneless, gasping for air.
They collapsed back onto the couch, two panting heaps of satisfied flesh. Meanwhile, his own cock throbbed painfully in their hands, still trapped there with an insistent ache.
Yuna lifted her head. Her face was flushed, eyes glazed over. "There," she panted with an almost feral smirk. "We're finished. Now... can we please just watch the fucking anime?" But she didn't move her hand from his cock. Neither did Mika.
Makoto smirked slowly, his expression turned predatory. "You think you can just go back to watching the anime after leaving my cock like that?" His voice came out as a low growl. "Both of you, you can suck it until I'm done."
A wicked grin spread across Yuna's face. The exhaustion from her orgasm disappeared, replaced by a dark gleam of triumph. "Oh, is that an order, big bro?" she purred dangerously. She didn't wait for an answer.
Mika blushed a deep crimson that spread from her neck to her cheeks. But fire burned in her eyes. There was something dangerous and delighted there that didn't match her innocent expression. "Yes, sir," she whispered in that same broken voice.
They moved together in fluid synchronization, sliding off the couch and onto the floor at his feet.
Yuna went first, aggressive as always. She took the head of his cock into her mouth immediately, almost violently claiming what she wanted. Her lips were hot and wet, her tongue working expertly. She sucked with voracious hunger while keeping her eyes locked on his. It was a silent claim of possession.
Mika found her own role. She took the shaft, her lips softer and more hesitant but still enthusiastic. Her tongue licked and teased gently, creating a torturous counterpoint to Yuna's aggressive suction. Her other hand cupped his balls, thumb rubbing slow circles.
The combination overwhelmed his senses completely. Yuna's hot suction on the head, Mika's soft mouth on the shaft, her gentle touch on his balls.
It was too much. Way too much.
His body gave out with a desperate cry. He erupted in thick, pulsing waves, filling Yuna's mouth with his hot, thick seed.
He pulled Yuna's head back and patted her cheek with a fond smile. "You should share some with Mika, too. Don't go and hog it all."
Yuna pulled away with a thick string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. Her cheeks were full, eyes glazed with satisfaction and exhaustion. She made a loud swallowing motion, throat bobbing visibly.
"Greedy, am I?" Her voice came out thick. A wicked grin spread across her face again. "You're right. I should be... more generous to our guest."
Before Mika could react, Yuna grabbed the front of her worn t-shirt and yanked her forward. Mika squeaked in surprise as Yuna crashed their lips together. This wasn't a kiss. It was a messy, forceful, and possessive transfer. Yuna's tongue pushed past Mika's lips aggressively, delivering the rest of his cum directly into her mouth.
Mika's eyes went wide. Genuine shock flickered across her face before being replaced by something else: exhilaration, submission, maybe even giddiness. She didn't fight it. Instead, she accepted everything, her tongue meeting Yuna's in a sloppy dance. She swallowed with a small, choked sound.
Yuna pulled away, leaving Mika breathless and dazed with slick, glistening lips. Yuna wiped her own mouth with the back of her hand, that feral glint still in her eyes. "There. All shared!"
She looked from Mika's dreamy face to his spent, softening cock. "Now." Her voice came out too loud and too cheerful as she gestured at the television. "Can we please finish the fucking anime?"