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"Aya," Hina stammered, glancing at the laptop. "Why did you say there's much more to come?"
"Ah?"
"Isn't Mom coming back tomorrow?"
I looked at Hina.
She looked delicious and vulnerable, with her white bridal veil slightly lopsided.
Oh yes, she doesn't know about the photos yet.
Aya saw my look and chuckled.
"Let me handle it, Hina," she said, taking her sister's hand. "All you have to do is enjoy yourself and forget about everything else. Trust me: you have absolutely nothing to worry about."
"But Mom—"
"Hina," Aya pointed at the screen. "See that number? That's all you should remember. Tokyo. Your jacket. Freedom!" She got up. "You have five million reasons not to worry about a thing. Instead of worrying, let's celebrate!"
Five fucking million…
Hina still looked a little dazed.
"We're fucking rich!" Aya exclaimed, practically vibrating. "Come with me!"
She dragged us both to the kitchen. Carrying the half-empty sake bottle from the ceremony.
Aya poured carelessly, sake splashing on the table. "To us!" she hollered.
Aya drank some and made sure Hina drank even more.
I drank mine slowly. Barely.
The sight in front of me was too good to blur with alcohol.
Two sisters. Still in their wedding night lingerie. White lace and stockings and garter belts. Veils still clipped in their hair.
My brides. My sister brides.
I wanted to remember this clearly.
And I just came into both of them!
Aya seemed to also enjoy their look.
"You're very sexy in this," she told Hina, after downing another cup.
Hina nodded, already heavy from the sake. "I like this outfit," she muttered. She looked down at herself. Her hand ran over the lace of the garter belt. "I feel really good in it."
"You should," Aya said. She moved closer.
Then she kissed Hina.
On the mouth.
Hina froze for a second. Processed. Then kissed back.
"You're a real star, sis," Aya said. She smiled and kissed Hina again. "I like kissing her," she told me with a chuckle. "I should've tried it a long time ago."
Hina blushed.
"Don't you like it?" Aya asked her. Teasing.
"I do," Hina's blush deepened. "I liked when you kissed me in the bedroom, too," she whispered.
"Really?" Aya exclaimed. Voice ringing around the kitchen. "When I licked you clean?"
Hina nodded. Small. Shy nod.
"That's my sis!" Aya cried out, squeezing Hina in a tight hug. "I liked licking you, and I liked how you licked me!"
She bravely stuck her tongue into Hina's mouth. Hina's eyes closed.
Okay, okay. The sisters are totally drunk now.
"Can I please do it some more?" Aya purred.
Hina's eyes flew open, but she stayed silent.
Aya pushed her toward the kitchen table. Sat her right on the edge.
Hina's legs in the white bridal stockings dangled above the floor.
Aya grabbed a chair and sat down. Right between Hina's legs.
"Give me," she said, gently pushing Hina's legs apart.
Hina leaned back on her hands. Watching. Her eyes both horrified and eager.
Aya lowered her head.
I watched from where I stood.
Shit! This is some afterparty!
Hina gasped as Aya started working with her mouth. Slowly to start with.
Her hands moved up. Gripped Hina's ass. Kneaded it.
She was getting turned on. I could tell by the way she was moving her head.
Hina was moaning. Softly. Then louder.
Her legs started shaking.
Then she lowered herself completely onto the table. Legs spread wide. Surrendering.
Muttering something. I couldn't hear exactly what.
"Kaito," Aya pulled back. Breathless. Her face glistened, just like Hina's pussy. "We want another shared creampie."
No way! Is that what Hina said?
Hina lifted her head and nodded eagerly.
"Yes!" she said. Drunk. Happy.
Aya bent over and lay on top of Hina, just like she did in her mom's bedroom.
Life is one fucking paradise!
I came closer to the table.
No cameras. No audience. Just us. One fucking family!
I fucked them, switching every couple of thrusts. Deeper than before. Longer.
They were kissing each other. Sloppy. Drunk. Their tongues slurping.
No performance. Just real want.
They grabbed and caressed each other. Shamelessly. Messily. But in a way that made even me feel pleasure of it.
I kept switching. Kept getting closer.
I didn't want to cum… I wanted this to go on forever…
But I couldn't. I was over the edge already.
Don't forget! They wanted to share!
I shot the first load into Hina.
Then Aya. The rest.
They clutched at each other, moaning into each other's mouths, but not letting go.
My brides…
I stood over them, holding onto the edge of the table. Breathing hard.
After a few moments, Aya tried to move. She slipped.
"Okay," she giggled. "Maybe this time I really drank too much."
I picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. Their mom's bedroom.
I laid her on the bed and went back for Hina. She was still sprawled on the table. A bead of cum between her legs. Eyes half-closed.
I scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Kaito," she murmured against my shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
I looked at her. "What for, Hina?"
"For everything," she whispered. "This was— I—"
She didn't get to finish it. I put her on the bed next to Aya.
They looked amazing. Still in their lingerie. Stockings wrinkled now. Veils messed up. Cum leaking from both of them.
Hina stirred, looking for something. A towel on the nightstand.
"No," Aya muttered. Her eyes were barely open.
She grabbed Hina's wrist. "No cleaning up."
Hina looked confused. "But—"
"Don't waste the gift," Aya whispered. A faint smile on her lips. High. Otherworldly. "We keep it all. Every drop."
She pulled Hina closer.
"We're going to meet Mom like this," she added.
Then her eyes closed. She was out.
Hina looked at me. She smiled. An exhausted, peaceful, childish smile.
"Okay," she whispered. "But Kaito… stay…."
She grabbed my hand and her eyes closed too.
I sat on the bed looking at them.
My brides at the end of the wedding night. Cum-filled, tired, happy brides. Sweet dreams to both of you.
I crashed onto the bed next to them.
What a weekend.
What a fucking weekend!