I closed the door to Hina's room behind me. Click.
I heard Aya moving things in the kitchen.
I could still smell Hina on my fingers. Her scent and the smell of my cum. It was good I didn't have to hide it from Aya. I felt like it was all over me.
Aya was standing by the kitchen table, unpacking some boxes. She didn't look up right away. She was checking a receipt.
Then, she turned.
"Well?" she asked. Her eyes scanned my face, then my jeans. "Is she ready?"
I instinctively re-tucked my shirt.
"Yes," I said. "She's ready."
Aya nodded. Businesslike. Efficient. "Good job."
She didn't ask for details. She just wanted to know the result.
She gestured to the table. "I bought everything we need for tonight, I think."
There was a camera box.
"A new one?" I asked.
"Yes, a second camera," Aya explained, tapping the box with her finger. "For the split-screen view. The chat kept asking for different angles. Tonight we must show her face and the action at the same time. It won't be professional otherwise."
Next to it was some fabric. Pristine white.
"These are to use as a background," she said. "Heavy cotton sheets. Non-reflective."
And then, in the center of it all, was a large, lacquered box.
Sushi.
The kind that comes with gold leaf on top. Uni. Fatty tuna. Scallops that looked like pearls.
"Have some," Aya said, popping a piece of pickled ginger into her mouth. "We need the energy."
You don't look like you need any more of it.
Aya was vibrating with energy. She was on the move. On a mission. She wasn't a girl trying to make some quick cash anymore. She was a planner. A producer. A director.
"I've been thinking," Aya said, chewing. "We need a different set for this stream. My room is too small. It's too... 'bedroom.' Too boring."
She wiped her fingers on a napkin.
"We need something bigger. Cleaner. Something that looks... pure."
She pointed toward the end of the hallway. "I've decided we'll use Mom's room instead."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Your mom's room?"
"It should work perfectly," she said, nodding. "It has that vanity mirror. And the bed is wider."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
I looked down the hall. The door to their mother's room had been closed for the entire time I stayed here with them. It was a boundary we hadn't crossed.
"Why not?" Aya shrugged. She started opening the camera box.
"Wouldn't she notice?" I asked. "She's coming back in two days..."
"Ah, we'll clean it up." Aya waved her hand. "And even if something smells different, she'll never figure out what it is. She's clueless." She sneered. "Totally clueless."
This was the first time she'd spoken like this about her mother. She never talked to me much about her, but I always thought both Aya and Hina got along well with their mom.
"Hina! Eat!" Aya hollered.
So sudden, it made me jump. Her voice even echoed.
Someone definitely doesn't need any more energy.
I felt like taking the sushi box away from her. Of course, I didn't. When your girlfriend brings her cute sister to join in all kinds of sex with you, you overlook many of your girlfriend's flaws.
Hina appeared in the kitchen.
She was wearing a thick bathrobe. Belt tight around her waist. Her hair was damp, skin pink after the shower.
Refreshed. Freshly innocent.
You'd never guess ten minutes ago she was moaning as I came all over her tummy.
"You're looking pretty, sis," Aya said. She sounded like a proud mother. Or a proud owner.
Hina replied to Aya with a fake half-smile and walked to the table. She didn't look at me.
She sat down and picked up a pair of chopsticks.
She focused on the sushi.
"Uni is the best," Aya said, pushing the tray toward Hina. "Try it."
Hina obeyed. She put the sea urchin piece in her mouth and chewed slowly.
I sat down opposite her. I watched her eat. I watched her lips move. The same lips that had been wrapped around my cock earlier.
That's how things change when you have sex with someone. You see them differently.
She still didn't look at me.
"So," Aya asked Hina. "Are you ready to move to Tokyo?"
Hina stopped chewing. Her eyes jumped to Aya. Genuinely surprised.
"Move? To Tokyo?" Hina repeated. "When?"
"As soon as we choose a place," Aya said. She pulled out her phone and waved it in front of Hina. "I've been looking. Minato. Shibuya. I'll show you later." She chewed some more. "Maybe after the stream."
She glanced at me. A hint. Then at Hina.
"If all goes to plan," Aya added, "I'd move next week."
Hina stared.
"Next... next week?" she stammered. "But... what about..."
Aya leaned back in her chair. "You're moving with me, of course."
She said it very casually. Like she was talking about groceries.
"With us," she added.
Hina sat very still. The white robe reminded me of a lab coat. Hina was the subject, getting ready for the main experiment.
I'd take very good care of this subject. I'd calibrate her equipment every day. Several times a day, even.
Hina glanced at me. For the first time since she walked into the kitchen.
Her eyes were… probing. As if she was asking me.
Are we really doing this?
Or maybe something else.
Are you coming with me?
I looked back at her. I nodded. Just a fraction of an inch. A motion that only Hina could see.
Yes.
Hina looked back at her plate. She picked up a piece of tuna. Absentmindedly. She ate it and put her chopsticks down.
The three of us sat for a moment in silence.
Then Aya clapped her hands together.
"Okay!" she announced. "Protein loaded. Now, let's go and set things up!"
Hina glanced at me one more time. Split second.
Are you coming with me?