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For as long as you had known Yoriichi, you've known his relationship with his brother was obviously quite strained. Something had bothered your poor, kind-hearted fiancé more than his elder twin. The air was always awkward whenever they were in the same vicinity. But you could see the pain in his eyes whenever he was disregarded, longing for a proper bond with his brother. So you made it your goal to bring them closer together again, hoping to rekindle any love from childhood.
Of course, you had to be the one to invite Michikastu to your trip to the woods. It was secluded, and perfect for them to get alone time together. You could sit back and bask in the glory of being the reason they reconnected.
He was rather hesitant to agree, only conceding when you turned up the coercion. It wasn't your proudest moment, but you were desperate for him to accept the invitation. Regretfully, you danced the line between simple conversation and flirtation. It was difficult not to be, with him being so resistant to your ideas. Not to mention the physical similarities between him and your beloved Yoriichi. Denying any form of physical attraction would be pointless.
You were, however, oblivious to your role as another source of Michikatsu's resentment towards Yoriichi. He only agreed to get close to you, a prize Yoriichi had that he simply couldn't.
The house was nestled deep in the woods. While the horror movie red flags would normally be waving frantically, you were lucky to have two strong men in your company that made you feel safe. There was that rumor that Michikastu had killed someone with his bare hands. Although you weren't convinced that he had, a part of you believed he could.
“Are you two sure you should be sharing a room? You're not married yet.” Michikastu makes his disapproval of the obvious intimate implications known.
You snorted, knowing you shared a bed with Yoriichi every night. “Did you want to share a room with him then? Might be the first time ever since the womb.”
“Nevermind,” Michikastu sighs, carrying his bag into the room he'd be residing in. Brushing off his rash behavior, you return to the master bedroom, offering Yoriichi a soft smile. You close the door behind you and drop your bags on the floor before jumping on the king-sized bed with him, holding each other close in a warm embrace. He had already taken care of most of our luggage. But you stopped him from unpacking so he could focus on you at that moment. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.
The sun was beginning to dip under the treeline. Pink and orange hued stratus clouds fill the sky, with the blue nearly faded into black. Both twins sat outside sipping on sobacha tea that you had brewed for them. They were cordial, but not friendly either. Neither said a word, sitting in an awkward silence.
Yoriichi wished that you would play mediator. Unfortunately for him, you figured alone time for them would be ideal. It was anything but. Not quite unpleasant, but it wasn't anything as special as you had implied.
Breaking the silence first, Yoriichi says, “The wedding is in a few months, and we still haven't heard back from you about it.”
Michikastu shrugs. “I'm busy that day,” he replies, pressing his warm cup back to his lips for another sip. It wasn't hard to see how uncomfortable the topic made him.
“Are you still working for that man?” Yoriichi voices his concern, expressing distrust towards the sketchy politician that his brother worked for. He didn't want Michikastu caught in the crossfire of scandal, or worse.
They couldn't have lived much different lives. Yoriichi only wanted a normal life, with a wife and eventually children. He couldn't understand why Michikastu would put himself willingly in harm's way. Involving oneself with polarizing figures could only be a terrible idea.
“Yes,” Michikastu responds coldly, making his disdain over the subject clear. It wasn't like he was prying about the details of Yoriichi's life. In fact, the less he knew the better.
Yoriichi gazed at the darkening clouds, trying to think of the words to say. “Why do you continue to work for him? He's not exactly someone with a good reputation.”
“For the same reason you parade your little girlfriend around.” Michikastu quickly became defensive, desperately trying to deflect.
Unable to comprehend why Michikastu suddenly had an issue with you, Yoriichi raises his thin brows before replying, “I do not parade her around. I just love her. Is there anything wrong with that?”
“Cut the shit, Yoriichi!” you hear Michikastu scream from the kitchen. You couldn't help but stand close to the front door, overhearing what you had hoped would be normal, brotherly banter between them escalates into verbal abuse. “You knew you were always the favorite son! Every single goddamn thing I was taught, you couldn't help but surpass me in it. And don't act like it was all accidental either! You wouldn't show off as much as you did growing up if it were!”
Yoriichi wanted to deny it, but his face remained soft, almost regretful, as if there was truth to Michikastu’s words.
“And yet, here I am! Standing here with the prodigal son. An undefeated martial artist with his gorgeous fiancé that you get to show off every day,” You silently gasp as his words fall onto your ears. So he did find you attractive. Was that a part of their problems? “Tell me, Yoriichi. Was it you who sent Y/n to invite me because you couldn't be bothered to do it yourself? Or better yet, you sent her to me so you could dangle one of your prizes, that you obtained with complete ease. While I struggle to even achieve half of what you have.”
“She offered,” Yoriichi states, currently wishing you hadn't. This was a terrible idea. “She's a sweet woman, not a prize.”
Michikastu couldn't argue. You weren't the source of his resentment. While you fueled the flames of his jealousy, it wasn't your fault. Taking it out on you would be pointless.
You step out, putting yourself between them in fear of any further escalation. “You two need to quit acting like children. You're grown men. Act like it!” You chide, annoyed with the fact that they can't even pretend to get along for even a few hours.
“You don't know what you're talking about,” Michikastu looks up at you, still seated. His muscles were tense, wishing you'd just leave.
You snap at him, “I know that you're a jealous brat.” Michikastu frowns at the infantilizing choice of words you have been choosing. It was so insulting to sit there and be scolded by his brother's fiancé.
You looked down at both of them, frustrated at their bickering. The only reason you invited Michikastu was to find some way to bring them together as family once more. What was missing? You know he's jealous of your future husband for everything he's accomplished. Was there anything you could possibly do to make him feel better without discrediting Yoriichi?
You sit down between them. Inhaling an unsteady breath before taking both of them by the hand. “You're going to learn to share.”
They both stare at you, unsure what you meant by that. Surely you couldn't mean? The rush of boldness exits your body, leaving you only with tingly nerves. The anxious glint in your eyes gives away your intentions.
“Y/n,” Yoriichi says cautiously, repulsed by your suggestion, but not wanting to shame you for it. Sure that you only meant well.
On the other hand, Michikastu holds no qualms in response, "You're shameless.”
You release Yoriichi's hand, using it to draw imaginary squiggly into Michikastu's muscular chest. “Says the one who thinks his future sister-in-law is a…what was it?” You squeeze his hand, and gaze into his eyes, “A gorgeous prize.”
Michikatsu licks his lips, wanting nothing more than to shove you away and leave, but stays put. It was almost impossible to look away from your seductive gaze. He should not want to agree to this. Just the two of you behind Yoriichi's back? Maybe. But together? It was borderline incest. It was disgusting. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to utter a single word, let alone the word ‘no’.
Yoriichi wasn't sure where this was coming from. You had never once made the implication that you were even remotely attracted to Michikastu. Of course to an extent, it made sense. They were twins. While their traits weren't exact, the resemblance is uncanny.
“Sweetheart, I'm sure there's another way,” Yoriichi tries to intervene, not exactly keen on sharing what he thought was for his eyes only.
“Yoriichi, darling, if there were, I'm sure the two of you would've figured it out years ago.” You turn your head and neck ever so slightly to look at him, all before returning your gaze back to Michikastu as you continue to work your seductive charm.
Your words rang true, unfortunately. While it was absolutely disgusting, he held enough love for his dear brother to try anything. Still, sharing the body of his future wife? It was a little difficult to find the circumstances arousing, but he knew you'd figure it out. Now, his major concern was Michikastu's jealousy over his mastery when it came to pleasing you, another advantage he was blessed with.
Michikastu notices Yoriichi's maroon eyes soften. His mouth went dry, not sure what to make of this situation. He certainly didn't want to share. And a cuckold situation didn't seem to be on the table. Even that seemed extreme. Fucking his sweet, little sister-in-law in front of her soon to be husband. It was all immoral, but equally thrilling.
“Can't I have you to myself for a night?” Envy gets the better of Michikastu.
Resting your palm on his thick thigh, your breath hitches, knowing you had both where you wanted them, “Not a chance.”
“She's worth it,” Yoriichi remarks with a small smile.
“I'll make sure you get plenty of attention,” you chuckle, rubbing your soft hands over his increasingly growing erection. You sit yourself back upright, demanding to both brothers, “Now, do you both promise to cease any bad blood between you?”
“I promise,” both brothers whisper.
With that out of the way, you stand up, grabbing both by the hand and holding onto them as you guide them to bed, closing and locking each door behind you. You were unsure what was supposed to happen now. You didn't think you'd get this far.
“Any boundaries?” Your eyes flicker towards your husband. Teeth grazing your bottom lip, careful not to break the skin.
Yoriichi pauses to think for a moment, carefully considering your typical wants and needs. “Just that he's gentle with you. You're on birth control, so nothing else raises any concerns.”
Michikastu nearly chokes, realizing he had been granted permission to cum inside. He didn't care if you were on birth control, he was desperate to give you something, anything, Yoriichi couldn't. If it was filling you up until your birth control failed, so be it.
“Are you always gentle with her?” Michikastu raises a brow as he smirks. Fighting back the urge to snicker. “No wonder she's so brazen to offer to sex to your brother. You haven't properly fucked her into submission.”
A smug smile tugs at your lips,”I can always rescind the offer.” That quickly shuts him up, not wanting to squander the opportunity to indulge in your forbidden fruit.
You pounce onto your husband's lap, legs on either side of him. You feel his hard cock rubbing along the inside of your thighs. You slowly grind on it at an almost agonizingly slow pace, feeling small ounces of pleasure with each brush against his clothed groin. Every eager twitch drives you mad with desire. His eyes roll into the back of his head, allowing himself to fully enjoy the tender friction.
Slowly, you lift up your shirt, tossing it aside without a care for where it landed. Then, Yoriichi's arms wrap around you, large hands blindly unclasping your lacy bra with ease. There's a sense of relief that echoes throughout your body as your bra slinks downward, exposing your bare breasts. You quickly glance at Michikastu, tossing your bra at his face, unable to tell if he minded or not.
You give Yoriichi a quick peck on the lips before sliding off of him and onto the bed. You repress excited giggles as you pull down your pants, leaving you only in revealing panties. The fabric of the panties clung to your wet heat, becoming increasingly dampened as your own arousal grew.
Both men rush to undress, wanting nothing more than to sink themselves into you. Yoriichi was slightly faster, hurrying back to your side to scoop your drenched panties in one hand while sliding them down with the other. As he does, Michikastu removes his own underwear, cock springing freely against his abdomen.
You sigh in relief that they were identical in that regard, unable to bear the thought of further jealous bickering.
“On your hands and knees, my love.” Yoriichi caresses your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze to encourage you.
You Immediately obey your fiancé’s soft command, knowing his intentions, but unable to get a read on Michikastu.
Your eyes force themselves shut in anticipation, feeling Yoriichi's breath against your pussy as he blesses your sopping slit with his tongue. He brings up one hand to latch onto your clit. The other massages your ass, giving the occasional pinch and squeeze, mindful of what your body could and couldn't handle.
Michikastu couldn't stand being left on the sidelines. He tugs on his cock as he kneels in front of you, smearing pre-cum from his angry, swollen tip and onto his hand.
As he positions himself, he slaps your face with his cock. Overly needy, your cheeks becoming sticky from the crude lubrication. “Suck.”
You submissively stick out your tongue, wanting desperately to please him. You take in only the tip, swirling your tongue around it, observing every throb. It felt like torture to Michikastu, unable to comprehend how Yoriichi put up with you being a little cock tease. So much so that he put a ring on it.
Under normal circumstances, keeping his composure and self control was rather easy. He had been having taboo, secret fantasies about using your body for years. But he couldn't wait for a moment longer. The primal urge to put you in your place was too strong, and he began fisting your hair, tugging at the scalp. You'd yelp at the sudden pain if he hadn't pushed his hips forward, effectively gagging you with his cock. While you could go deep, you preferred to gradually work your way up to that point.
Violently, he thrust his dick into your face, sliding himself further and further down your throat. Tears form in your eyes at the burning sensation of the unprepared throat fucking. Your only solace was the teasing at your pussy, keeping you grounded, not allowing you to dissociate completely.
The sounds of wincing and gagging pull Yoriichi away from tending to your needs. He watched in horror as his elder brother brutally abused your mouth. Saliva dribbles down your chin as Yoriichi yanks you away, keeping one arm around your waist, and rubbing your hair to keep you calm.
“What the fuck, Yoriichi?” Michikastu's eyes narrow, furious that you had been so selfishly whisked away.
Thumbing away the tears that ran down your face, not looking up from you as he spoke, “I said to be gentle with her. My sweet girl deserves to be ravished lovingly, not abused by a brute.”
Your voice was strained, still sore from the rough attempt at oral as you tried to reassure him. “Yoriichi, it's fine,” you cough out weakly.
“It's not fine Y/n. We should stop.”
You shake your head, eyes wide. Pupils still blown with lust. You didn't want to stop, “It's fine. I promise.”
Hesitantly, Yoriichi sighs in agreement, “Okay, lay down on your back. I'm going to show him how to please you,” He helps guide you onto your back, admiring your body that was on display. “Did you bring your toy?”
“No,” you respond, unsure if you'd need it, and not wanting to risk being too vocal with your brother-in-law in the other room. If you had known what would happen, you wouldn't have had that concern.
“That's okay.” Yoriichi spread your thighs with his hands, laying his head between them on his stomach, overly ready to be crushed.
Michikastu couldn't wrap his head around why Yoriichi allowed you to use toys, thinking that you really were a little whore if a cock wasn't enough for you. Maybe Yoriichi was just bad in bed? That would explain your eagerness to welcome another man into your bed. But, as Yoriichi dips two fingers into your cunt, and latches his lips to your clit, he knew that couldn't be it. Clearly, the younger brother could please you just fine on his own. Maybe even better than he could…
Soft, lewd moans slip past your lips as you plea for more. Yoriichi increased his pace, continuously curling his long, slender fingers into you. Your back arches just a little, as his fingertips effortlessly press into your sweet spot. He breaks contact with your clit, lapping at some of the nectar seeping from your hole. Your juices quench his selfish thirst, if only for a moment.
Michikastu watches in a strange mixture of awe and jealousy, completely entranced by how your body reacts to your lover. He thoughtfully observes every involuntary tremble in your thighs, accidentally crushing Yoriichi's head in a fit of overstimulation. The way your sore throat fails to hide every wanton cry and shaky breath. How your eyes refused to open, held firmly shut as pleasure built up. The white tint along your knuckles from how tightly you clung to the blankets beneath you. Those same blankets slowly become wet beneath you from a mixture of your dripping essence, and stray saliva. Michikastu couldn't help but wrap a large, calloused hand around himself. Simply watching you became unbearable. A bead of liquid formed along the slit of his cock, providing the lubricant as he kept up with the pace of Yoriichi's fingers. How desperately he wanted to be the one fucking into your saccharine, little cunt like that. So overcome with lust he didn't even need you for himself. Sharing was suddenly an option.
The sound of your melodic voice snaps him out of his trance. “If you - fuck - want to try again, we can.” It was difficult to keep your voice steady, having to take deep breaths between words.
While a gracious lover, Yoriichi was brutal in his own way. There wasn't anything absent-minded about the way he worshipped you. Every touch, every caress, every squeeze, was done with strategic intention. Every tight pulse around his fingers determined his next move. Attentive to every whimper to know when and how hard to nip and suck at your puffy nerves. Painfully hard in his own right, but he chose to ignore his own needs in favor of yours. Savoring you would be well worth it when it came time to reap the benefits.
Positioning himself in your face, Michikastu really does not want a repeat of before. But his worries melt away as you take about half of his length in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head, lips vibrating around him from suppressed moans. One hand wraps around his base, stroking at a pace matching that of your head. The other curled around his heavy, aching balls that were begging for release, massaging them with care, building his desire to fill you with cum. He would not stop until both your throat and pussy were drenched with his seed.
Your thighs kept Yoriichi's head locked firmly in place, allowing only for his tongue to flicker against your clit. As the wetness increased, so did his pace with his fingers. Each quick movement inside you allowed your throat to open wider for Michikastu. You were practically stuffed, and only one had you speared on their cock.
Finally, Michikastu felt comfortable enough to try fucking into your throat again. You took it much better this time, looking up at him with half-lidded, glazed over eyes that were gleaming with adoration. Taking him in all of his glory, your saliva pools at the inner corners of your soft lips.
Your hand flies to Yoriichi's hair, fingers wrapping around his slightly disheveled ponytail as you eagerly attempt to push his face closer. However, he was stronger than you, preventing you from hindering his teases as he tries to prolong your impending orgasm. He could feel you squirm under his touch, seeing it as his personal bliss.
Your body jolts, overcome with euphoria. Michikastu pulls out from the depths of your throat as you scream, pinning your legs down for Yoriichi to continue his attack on your oversensitive pussy. He gazed in awe, and a tad of lingering jealousy, as you drench his brother's face in a violent orgasm. Michikastu's now neglected cock throbs at the sight of Yoriichi retracting his soaked fingers from your pulsing cunt.
Potentially crossing a line, Yoriichi brings his fingers towards his brother's face, spreading them into a v-shape to showcase how thick the unbreaking cream truly was as the glistening strand didn't break. “Want to taste her?”
Not wanting to suck on his brother's fingers, Michikastu instead swipes a finger to your weeping slit. Your hands still clenched the sheets as you come down from your high, sweet honey leaking out with each contraction.
Michikastu pushes his own finger past his lips, sighing on it, “She's divine.”
“You want her first?” Yoriichi offers. While understandably territorial, he repressed the feeling for his lover's sake. Instead, he willingly offered your sopping pussy to his elder brother. He too, would get his turn inside you with a little patience.
Without hesitation, Michikastu orders in an uncharacteristically gentle tone, “On your knees, Y/n.”
“Yes, sir,” you respond in full compliance, readjusting yourself into the requested position. You were willing to be more submissive towards the pair, only wanting them to continue their bonding. You glance at Yoriichi, watching as your glossy juices still coat his lips and chin. “Don't worry, sweetie, I haven't forgotten you,” you murmur, your warm breath tickling his bare tip before you place your lips against his cock. Giving a few teasing kitten licks along the leaky tip, you shudder in delight at the taste. Your head lowers to tease a protruding vein, from the base all the way up. Then you slide his cock past your puffy lips, no longer wishing to torment him. His cock rubs the back of your throat with each tantalizing bob of your head, properly prepared to take it in its entirety. Your pussy becomes increasingly wet at the sound of each pleasure-filled sigh and strangled groan coming out of his mouth.
Michikatsu rests a hand on your ass and jiggles it, savoring every bounce. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this,” says Michikastu as he brings himself close to you, his other hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing the fat tip to the folds of your pussy, coating it gingerly in your cum.
Without any hesitation, Michikastu slowly but gradually sheaths himself to the brim, nesting himself against your cervix, grabbing on tightly to your hips. The urge to breed you rushes through his mind. It wasn't like anybody would be able to question Yoruichi's paternity. What kind of a husband shares his wife with his twin brother? Slowly pulling back his pelvis before sinking back in, you had to remove the other immense cock from out of your mouth to fully release your cry of ecstasy.
“You like that, babygirl?” Michikastu asks. “You're taking me so well.” It was almost like you were made just for him. Almost.
Still unable to bring yourself to swallow your fiancé's cock you whimper, “Yes, so perfect for you.” Not quite realizing the implication your words meant to the heavily infatuated man.
Michikastu looks at Yoriichi, pupils fully blown with unrecognizable joy. “I can't believe you've kept this pussy all to yourself.”
“Would you want to share?” Yoriichi lightly tugs your hair, guiding you back down to please him.
Michikastu snorts,”Not a chance.”
Trying to focus on sucking the cock presented to your face was a nightmare with the ruthless pace Michikastu was going. You were reduced to an unfocused, cock drunk mess with every merciless thrust from behind you, wrangling out vibrating moans that made Yoriichi’s cock twitch. He clearly didn't mind, looking at you with a faint smile and eyes full of adoration and love. His hands rest on your head, but not once does he try to bend you to his will, finding pleasure in watching you.
But you couldn't take it anymore, pulling yourself off Yoriichi with a loud pop. “Use me,” you demand, unable to say more before clinging to his thighs. Your nails dug into them as Michikastu smirks behind you, his dick poking into your spongy flesh.
“Are you sure?” Yoriichi asks, seeking to clarify that you consent to him unleashing his own carnal desire upon you.
You nod, crescent-shaped indents digging sharply into his thighs. “Do it!” you proclaim. “My body is yours.”
Yoriichi sharply inhales, not really sure how to follow your request. Michikastu sees this mental debacle, leaning forward to grab a fistful of your hair and forcing your head down to take all of his little brother's large cock.
“Hold our little whore's head. She wants to be used!” As Yoriichi takes the reins of your hair, Michikastu grabs your hips harsh enough to leave fingerprint shaped bruises. “One isn't enough for her.”
Using your throat like a toy, just wanting to be like how Michikatsu was being with you, Yoriichi groans, “You really love being filled up, don't you?” Michikastu feels you clench around him at the mention of being used as a place to be dumped full of your fiancé's virile seed.
“Is that why you allow her to be on birth control?” Michikastu turns his nose up in disgust, “A bitch like this is just begging for someone to breed her. She gets so tight at the thought.”
Yoriichi pulls you off him, allowing you to gasp and sputter for air on his thigh. Stroking your cheek with his thumb as you caught your breath, “We're waiting until after the wedding,” you heave out, lungs burning from air deprivation.
“She thinks she's a good girl.” Maroon eyes meet purple, both finding amusement in your answer.
Michikastu pulls you up against his sturdy chest, hands cupping your breast to keep you upright on your knees while keeping his cock in place. His hot breath runs a shiver down your spine as he whispers in your ear, “Good girls don't fuck their brother-in-law.” He nips at your earlobe, teeth only grazing the skin.
Yoriichi couldn't take it anymore. The moment he had your consent, all restraint he had was let go. He shoves you and Michikastu, forcing both of you on your backs. Michikatsu nearly slips out of you, but manages to keep your bodies steady and remain intertwined.
“What the fuck?” Michikastu growls, unsure what was going on.
Yoriichi spreads your legs further, hurrying himself between them. You hiss as he glides the tip up and down your swollen clit, taken aback by the sudden pressure. “This pussy is still mine, and I'll be damned to have her first child be yours."
Your eyes widen in fear as Yorrichi begins to sink his dick inside your already stuffed hole. You could barely recognize your soft spoken fiance as he was so overcome with lust,“I can't fit both of you!” you cry out, bottom lip trembling in a frightening panic.
“Hush now, my love. You can endure it,” Yoriichi encourages as he presses past the resistant, plush walls, only stopping once he wiggles the tip in. Breaking you was simply not an option. He needed to be patient.
It didn't really make sense to you as to what they were trying to accomplish. “Please don't. I’m on birth control,” you argue meekly, knowing they really didn't care at this point. They could only listen to their dicks instead of logic.
“We'll keep going until it fails. Either way the Tsugikuni family will have another son,” Michikastu claims, nudging just a little deeper until his cock kisses against your cervix. “You're useless to us with an empty womb.”
Before you could say another word, Yoriichi began to fully insert his entire dick inside you, grinding between his brother's cock and your over capacitated cunt until you could feel both of their tips nearly break your cervix. Whatever words would've left your mouth came out as slurred slop. You feel your eyes roll into the back of your head, every thought fading away as you're overcome with pain and pleasure. Nothing else mattered now. You completely submitted yourself to the twins, allowing them to use you how they see fit.
You could feel both of their cocks pumping inside you, thrusting at a heavy, rhythmic pace, taking turns plunging their tips into your cervix. The closer you get to orgasm, the tighter your pussy constricts. And every second you tighten around the two long, girthy cocks, the more they twitch and the faster their already brutal pace increases.
“So tight! I think I'm going to cum!” Michikastu proclaims, ready to pump his warm load inside you and flood your womb.
“I think I am, too,” Yoriichi replies, barely able to contain his raspy breath as their merciless thrusts continue to increase in pace. It was almost inhuman the way they abused and stretched your weeping slit.
“Please!” you shriek, vocally unleashing every ounce of pleasure burning in your flesh and blood. “Inside!”
All three of you expel a deafening wail during your simultaneous orgasm. You had never heard Yoriichi quite so vocal, and would've never imagined the same from Michikastu. The three of you were quite lucky this house was located in a fairly reclusive forest, as your cries of pleasure could practically be heard by an entire neighborhood otherwise. Your bodies relax as each of you attempt to catch your breaths. The warmth of the brothers’ shared semen floods your womb, enhancing the lingering sense of relief that came with your orgasm.
Yoriichi was the first to pull himself out of you, a wet, juicy pop exuding from your pussy, before collapsing on the bed next to you. You sprawled yourself out, practically helpless with only Michikastu to clench onto as you ride out the last waves of your high. While completely drained of energy, Michikastu was able to push you off of him, the same drenched pop sound audible as you slide off his dick and you roll off his body into Yoriichi's arms.
You nuzzle your face into your fiancé's muscular chest, finding comfort in his warm embrace. He begins to stroke your tangled hair, brushing away every tense thought. Michikastu turns his head to look at the two of you, unsure what he was supposed to do. Aftercare between two people was one thing, but with three was such a foreign concept. Never in their lives did either twin expect to defile a woman together, their seed mixed together as it leaks between the sticky thighs of a woman they reduced to a toy, one they had learned to share.
“I wan’ both,” your speech is slurred, eyelids heavy with the temptation to fall asleep.
Yoriichi and Michikastu exchange a look, both unsure of how they're supposed to move forward with this situation. There was no going back from what was borderline incest, a forbidden, taboo line had already been ignored and crossed. Normal boundaries didn't exist for them anymore.
Yoriichi nods, giving the go ahead to his elder brother, “You can have us both, sweetie. You did so good,” Yoriichi praises, before pressing a tender, loving kiss to your lips.
Michikastu clings his body around your back, draping an arm around your waist. He couldn't help but create a scenario in his head, one where your birth control really does fail. It would be practically impossible to trace the true lineage.
“You should kiss her too,” Yoriichi states plainly, thinking of any possible needs you may have.
“I've been good,” you add, pulling your face out from Yoriichi's chest, tilting it to the other side as far as it would go.
Michikastu reluctantly locks his lips to yours, swiping his thumb back and forth on the skin of your waist like a happy puppy receiving a treat.
When Michikatsu pulls away, he looks at your sleeping form with a small smile. “We should get her cleaned up so she can sleep.”
“Together?” Yoriichi asks.
“Together.”