There was a smirk on Aya's face when she heard the question.
Hina was still holding my load, tongue extended, like it was a precious offering. Just like I taught her.
She looked like a statue.
A very lewd, but very beautiful statue.
Her eyes reflected the ring light—two large, watery marbles.
Aya shifted closer to the lens and curled her index finger, beckoning Hina.
"Come here, Imouto," she purred. "Bring it to Onee-san."
Hina blinked. She shuffled forward on her knees—I could see the redness on her shins from the rough carpet—and stopped an inch from Aya.
Aya gripped Hina's chin with her hand and gave her a sloppy "kiss", forcing the cum from her mouth into Hina's. Hina sputtered, surprised. Her throat and nostrils jerked violently.
"Don't swallow," Aya whispered coldly, holding Hina's face in place.
My cock twitched.
Hot.
Aya was breaking her sister in front of me. Part of me wanted to look away. The part that was getting hard, wanted to see her shatter Hina completely.
Only when Aya was satisfied that Hina took it all into her mouth, she released her grip.
"Now give it all back," Aya snapped.
She tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Wide.
She waited.
Hina glanced at the camera, then at me, and finally at Aya's open mouth.
She leaned over, just above Aya's face. Their lips almost touched.
Gravity did the work.
Fuck, this is even hotter!
I felt the fresh rush watching my cum slide from Hina's tongue in a thick strand onto Aya's.
Two sisters connected by my semen.
What a glorious sight!
Aya didn't swallow either. Not yet. She savored the moment, gazing sensually at the lens. Ensuring every detail of the transfer is caught on camera.
Ching. Ching. Ching.
The chat was racing like crazy. A blur of color.
Hina wanted to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, but Aya didn't let her. She held Hina's wrist.
"Wait," Aya hummed. Voice muffled by all the liquid in her mouth.
She stood up. The sky-blue panties stretched over her hips as she loomed over Hina.
Aya placed her hands on Hina's cheeks, her thumbs pressing into the corners of Hina's mouth.
She forced Hina's lips apart.
"Open wide," Aya said.
Hina obeyed. Her hands ran nervously up her thighs. She looked up at Aya with reverence.
If I didn't know about the snowball, I'd think she's praying to her.
Aya leaned just a little. She was far above Hina. She didn't rush. This was high quality theater.
Aya opened her mouth just enough to let the cum spill out in a slow, sticky, mesmerizing stream.
Artistic. Sloppy. Arousing.
My cock, which I thought was done for the night, twitched.
It was perverse. It was wrong.
And—once again—it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
Hina's throat bobbed as the cum and spit filled her mouth. Her eyes darted. Panicky.
"Don't swallow!" Aya barked.
She watched a thin string of saliva still tagging between them. She picked it the end of it with her finger and pasted on Hina's upper lip.
Then Aya gave her sister a steely smile. "Good girl, Imouto." She knelt next to her again. "Now, swallow half. Only half! Remember, we're sharing, Imouto."
Hina half-closed her eyes. I saw the muscles in her neck work. One gulp.
ozzz:[Tipped 5,000 Coins] Look at her forcing it down.
Salaryman_Zen: She tried hard not to gag. It must be her first time swallowing.
"Snowball the rest back to me," Aya said, keeping the smile.
The ping-pong of my essence.
Hina nodded.
The tips were raining down. A slot-machine noise in the background.
VIP_K:[Tipped 50,000 Coins] The circle of life.
Tokyo_Ghost:I can't believe she swallowed exactly half.
Hina pressed her lips against Aya's and opened her mouth.
I could see white mess on her tongue.
Aya wrapped her arms around Hina's neck, pulling her into another kiss.
Their breasts squashed together—blue against pink. Their tongues met. Aya sucked the leftovers of my orgasm out of Hina.
A wet, sloppy sound echoed in the mic.
Aya turned to the camera and stuck out her tongue. It was coated in white.
"Nothing goes to waste in this family," she announced to the void. And swallowed. A loud, theatrical gulp. "Yum!"
Then she slowly rubbed her tummy. "The Master has been kind to both of us tonight," she cooed. "Thanks to you, our valuable audience, we won't go hungry tonight."
She winked.
"We're full. Of protein. And love."
The goal bar hit 150%.
System: GOAL CRUSHED. STREAM RECORD BROKEN.
Aya watched the numbers. Her eyes glittered.
"You're amazing!" she exclaimed, blowing kisses with both hands. "But listen closely."
She leaned into the lens until her face filled the frame.
"Get those wallets ready for tomorrow," she said. "We're dropping the most exclusive content yet. I mean it. Super rare. You've never seen the sisters like this. You won't want to miss it!"
She paused for effect.
"See you then!"
Click.
The red light died. The stream was over.
The three of us stayed where we were for a few moments in silence.
Aya was smiling ear to ear. Hina looked tired. And I—I was wondering what was next.
"Okay." Hina staggered onto her feet. She wiped her chin. "I… I'll go wash myself," she mumbled.
"Hold on, sis!" Aya cried. "Where are you going?"
She grabbed Hina's hand.
"To the bathroom," Hina said, not looking at her.
"Don't be like that," Aya beamed. Her mood had shifted instantly. The Party Girl was here. "We just made more money than we did all last year. We're going to get rich, Hina!"
Aya pulled out a bottle of sake. Now we only drank expensive stuff.
"Let's drink to that!"
Hina shook her head. Not convincingly. "I'm tired. And Mom is coming back Sunday…"
"Exactly!" Aya interrupted. "From Sunday you'll have all the time in the world to sleep. Let's drink while we can!"
She tipped the bottle to her mouth and drank. No glass.
"Here," Aya said, shoving the bottle to Hina. "Drink. You earned it. You were the star tonight."
Hina looked at the bottle. "I don't think…"
"Drink it!" Aya hollered. Her voice was friendly. But the words non-negotiable. "To the Snowball."
Hina took a sip and grimaced.
"More," Aya laughed. "Come on. Be a big girl."
Hina closed her eyes and tilted the bottle back. She drank, two or three gulps.
She coughed when she finished.
"Good girl," Aya said, patting her back.
I watched Aya. She held the bottle upside down, but only took a tiny sip, barely wetting her lips.
Sneaky.
She had something in mind.
"Again!" she yelled.
Her eyes were scanning Hina as she drank. Assessing. Calculating.
Hina swayed slightly. The alcohol, on an empty stomach, was hitting her fast.
"I feel dizzy," Hina giggled. A nervous, loud giggle.
"That's just the success," Aya said. She stepped closer to Hina. "I'm proud of you."
Hina looked up, surprised. "Really?"
"Really."
Aya leaned in and kissed Hina on the lips.
This time it wasn't a peck. It wasn't aggressive, like the kiss in the stream, either. It was slow. Lingering. Sensual.
Hina's eyes closed. She stood there, arms at her sides, letting Aya kiss her.
Aya pulled back, smiling. Eyes getting darker.
"She still smells of your cum," Aya said, turning to me. "Aren't you proud we both smell of it?"
"I am," I said. I watched their bodies.
"Don't you like how he tastes?" Aya asked Hina. She didn't wait for a reply. "Let me show you something," she whispered.