"You think I'm in the mood to bang you after all that talk, Yuna? With our parents right down the hall?" Makoto delivered a playful, lightweight chop to Yuna's forehead.
She let out a sharp, indignant squeak. "Ow! Stop abusing the mother of your child!" she hissed, rubbing the spot. The fire in her eyes didn't dim. If anything, it burned brighter.
"In the mood?" she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. "You're always in the mood, you fat pervert. I saw the way you looked at Mika when she bent over to open that box. And don't think I missed you staring at Ayane's cleavage when she was showing Mom the ultrasound."
She took a step closer, pressing her body against his. "And as for our parents being home... That just makes it hotter," she whispered, dropping her voice to a little purr. "Doing it under their noses, in their house, with their grandchild growing inside me."
Ayane groaned from the doorway, leaning against the frame in her new skin-tight maternity tank top. "She's right, boss. The thrill of getting caught is like... half the fun." She ran a hand through her hair, lazy and unhurried.
Mika glided into the room, already dressed in her new soft pink yoga pants and a matching top. She looked completely ready for business. "We should be quiet, of course," she said, locking the bedroom door with a definitive click. "It would be rude to disturb them."
Mafuyu peeked out from the bathroom, wearing her simple, elegant beige set and blushing furiously. But her eyes were shining with quiet determination. "I... I think we should listen to Yuna-chan. She is the main wife, after all."
Yuna turned back to Makoto, triumphant. "See? Majority rules, big brother." She pushed him backward onto the mattress that was now piled high with new pillows. "We have a lot of stress to relieve," she growled, crawling over him. "And I'm going first."
"Hey, hey, what about my consent?" Makoto snorted, putting up a weak, token resistance. It was futile.
"Consent?" Yuna's muffled voice came from directly above his head. She was the first one settled in, her tight gray yoga pants pressing down, the scent of her arousal mixed with the faint cherry blossom from the store filling his senses.
"You lost the right to complain the moment you put a baby in your little stepsister, you fat pig. Now shut up and take your punishment."
"You say 'no,' but your dick is saying 'HELL YES!', boss." Ayane's cheerful, wicked voice added from beside him. Her wriggling, energetic ass pushed against the side of his face, her dark black pants a different texture entirely, slick and spandex-smooth. "He's trying to lick me, guys! I think he likes mine best!"
"This is just a medical procedure for stress reduction, darling," Mika cut in from the other side, calm and clinical. Her soft pink pants applied a gentle but firm pressure against his cheek. "Please cooperate with us and enjoy it. It will be more effective."
Then there was a small, hesitant shift above him, and a softer, warmer pressure settled near the top of his head. "I hope this is helping, Makoto-san," Mafuyu whispered, her tiny voice barely audible. Her beige pants smelled faintly of clean laundry and vanilla.
In seconds, Makoto was overpowered. The world became a warm, dark cave of fabric and female flesh as four distinct weights, soft and wonderfully firm, pressed down on him from every side.
Makoto surrendered. He leaned up to lick the spandex-clad curve of Ayane's ass, nuzzled his face against the firm, toned resistance of Mika's, and gently chewed on Mafuyu's softer, yielding flesh. "Damn," he thought, his mind going hazy. "I could get addicted to this."
"YES!" Ayane shrieked, muffled but unmistakable. "THAT'S what I'm talking about! I knew you were an ass-man, boss! Go deeper! Leave a hickey through the fabric!"
Mika let out a soft, pleased hum as he nuzzled against her. "Feels nice, darling," she murmured. "I will let you use it every day, whenever you want."
From above, Mafuyu let out a soft, breathy "Ah!" at the gentle chewing. Her body shuddered, and he felt her weight press down just a little more firmly. "S-so gentle," she whimpered. "It feels... so good..."
But the reaction he was waiting for, the one he knew was coming, exploded from the top of his head.
"HEY!" Yuna ground her hips down hard, her gray-clad ass smothering him more forcefully. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, you idiot?! I'm the one on top! You're supposed to be paying attention to ME! Not the second-rate side-chicks!"
She shifted, lifting her weight just enough to look down at him, her violet eyes blazing with possessive fury. "You think you can just ignore the main wife? After I let you knock me up? After our parents had just found out and given us their blessing? You've got another thing coming."
She lowered herself back down, this time angling her hips so her clothed vulva pressed firmly against his mouth. "Now," she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Show me who your real favorite is. Lick me through my pants."
"Geez, you're going to soil them..." Makoto muttered, the protest weak even to his own ears. He obeyed, licking her through the fabric, watching with fascination as Yuna's juices darkened the gray material.
"Mmmph, fuck yes, it's gonna get soiled, you idiot!" Yuna moaned from above, breathless and triumphant. "That's the whole point!"
She ground her hips down, the thin, damp fabric doing little to muffle the taste and heat of her. The wet spot grew rapidly under his tongue, a dark circle of arousal soaking deeper into the material.
"That's it... lick your sister's cunt through her pants.. like a good, perverted big brother..."
At the same time, Makoto felt his belt being undone, his cock freed from his pants, and immediately claimed by eager mouths. The sensation on his cock was dizzying. He could feel the distinct techniques without even looking down.
One mouth was Ayane's. He just knew it. Enthusiastic, almost frantic, her tongue everywhere, licking and swirling, her lips creating loud, shameless slurping sounds. "Mmmph! So fucking good!" she mumbled around his shaft.
The other was Mika's, calmer and more controlled. She took him deep into her throat with practiced movements, humming a low, vibrating note. She was demonstrating her superior technique without saying a word.
And below them both, he could feel Mafuyu's gentle, tender attention. She was softly kissing his inner thighs, her hands cupping and massaging his balls with careful touch. "They're so full, honey," she whispered in awe, more to herself than to anyone else.
Yuna glanced down, saw the two heads bobbing between his legs, and let out a possessive growl.
"Hey! He was supposed to be focused on ME!" she snarled, grinding herself harder against his face. "Get him ready for me, you sluts! I want him so fucking hard he can't think straight!"
"Come on, don't be so selfish, Yuna," Makoto mumbled against the fabric. He sucked gently on her labia through the pants, then, seizing the moment, tore the damp fabric with his teeth.
A shocked gasp ripped from Yuna's throat, followed by a shuddering moan. The sudden sensation of the fabric giving way, followed by the wet heat of his mouth landing directly on her skin, completely short-circuited her brain.
"FUCK!" she cried out, her body convulsing as Makoto tore a ragged hole right over her dripping center. "You ruined them, pig bro! They were brand new!"
Her protest was a lie, and they both knew it. She arched her back, pressing her now-exposed flesh directly against his mouth in a desperate, wordless plea for more. The sight of her glistening, flushed lips framed by tattered gray fabric was obscene in the best possible way.
Ayane popped her mouth off Makoto's cock with a loud, wet schlick. "Ooooh, rough!" she purred, voice full of admiration. "You're like a wild animal! Rip mine next, boss!"
Mika, though, ever the opportunist, saw an opening. In one fluid motion, before Makoto could even react, a loud RRRIP! echoed through the room. She had just torn the crotch out of her own soft pink yoga pants.
"Darling," she said, her voice silk over steel as she presented her own freshly exposed pussy to him. "Mine is already prepared for you too."
Makoto's cock, freed from their mouths now, bobbed in the cool air, achingly hard and glistening with their saliva.
Yuna looked down, her eyes wide with fury. She saw Mika's bold move, and she knew she had to up the ante. She grabbed a handful of Makoto's hair and pulled his face roughly back against her own ripped-open crotch.
"Stay," she snarled. "The main wife gets serviced first."
Makoto's cock throbbed harder at the sight. But then he felt a chill run down his back as the usually shy Mafuyu leaned toward Mika and Ayane and whispered something he couldn't quite catch.
"Hey, what...?" Before he could finish, Yuna's scent smothered his face again. He was plunged back into Yuna's wet, warm world, the sound of her racing heartbeat and the taste of her overwhelming everything else.
Through the haze of lust, he could just make out words like "needing referees" and "promised contest" coming from Mafuyu's mouth.
He expected an argument. Instead, he heard two voices in unison.
"Oh, I remembered it. Now is a good time, indeed, Mafuyu-nee."
"That's so sly of you, Mamafu."
Then two pairs of hands grabbed Yuna by the shoulders, pulling her away.