How unfortunate for her that she'd not been the boring partner she though, well on her way to wilt with Nahoya in their sheets that smelled like them and an endless cycle of their favorite detergent. She had always been this, then, instead, a contained rosy thing, ready to fan her precious petals wide for adventure. Kitato was sharing the gift of turbulence with her. She didn't even have to hold on - he'd take her along anyway - but she did. His older sister, attached to his older brother, with a teacher's lessons in her eyes while his cock was in her belly. She let him position her, and her long entrance had welcomed him while her face had given spice with an asinine attitude. How could he have resisted?<br/><br/>When he wore her and Naho hurt, it was as good as fucking them both. Kit was having the time of his life, reveling in what wasn't quite conflict in Rei. Her body recognized what she pretended not to. It was his friend now, and tattling on every lie her expressions tried to feed him, and even her expression gave up in the steam. Her inner squeezed, to tell him never to listen to her mouth again. She spoiled him worse with all this, which was perhaps her greatest sin - and she should see it - that she let him delight in taking her under the blanket of villainy, when there was clearly mutual addiction involved. It made them both worse for Naho.<br/><br/>He stayed as quiet as he could when she rewarded him with her billowing pleasure. He'd mapped her out completely. What she needed for start, what her refusals meant, what she liked to bring her over. Perhaps she could see it in the way he looked at her when his dripping mark caressed her after she'd slid off him. He wanted to play more, but there was a new patience in him, like she'd reassured him she'd always be there for his games, now. What an awful amount of confidence it gave him. It was the quiet, conquering kind as he let her forbid him from further mischief right this moment. It likes you too, he mouthed to send her off beyond the curtain.<br/><br/>Naho was waiting for her, having masturbated his heart against all the things he'd brought up himself. His eyes who were more of the conventional brown than Kit's, flared with their pupils in tow when her pearl clad nakedness was presented to him in the ever closing gap on the fog of the mirror. To tend to his cheek, even with a little peck, was too much. He gasped when he watched her from behind, much the same view Kit had when she left their private chamber of betrayal. When he saw Kit's trails, he thought they were something else.<br/><br/>"Ms. Yoshino..." he breathed as he followed. Poor, starved man. There were tears in his eyes, because he was being sentimental over their long relationship as well as wrecked by lust he'd always thought barbaric. Hands on her shoulders to turn her around. The little stand with the towels and some amenities in its shelves was enough to hold her, so he sat her on it, much more careful than Kit would have, and nuzzled his way between her knees and up her thighs. She'd complained about the draft here a few times, and told him not to stand there too long with wet hair, but he was being passionate, and shouldn't think of such decent things. If she was cold perhaps his tongue should warm her.<br/><br/>Kit heard the shufling, and stuck his head out to see Nahoya lapping the residue of what Rei had gotten from him. The younger brother took the opportunity to step out, and taunt Rei as he checked himself in the long since milky reflective surface that had witnessed the blood spill from Naho's jaw. Naho wouldn't care much, rendered slightly mad by the scent of cleanliness and filth alike. This was his doing, he thought, and dragged his tongue along a wayward streak on the inside of her leg before returning his hunger to the source of it.<br/><br/>Kit locked his eyes with her and put his hands on his hips in some kind of mocked judgment, but even he faltered in his superiority with a raise of his eyebrows as the usually collected Nahoya unzipped and took out his own length, which this room had established beyond a doubt to be lacking. He nonetheless loved it like it was worth while as he grunted into her folds. Kitato moved closer, which would worry her more, and looked into her eyes with the evil she'd come to crave - you're not his, though, Rei, you're mine. He left her with that, and escaped the room just as his brother groaned into the traces of Kit's cock in Rei's place, and soiled the floor with his own essence, that would never touch the woman he loved.<br/><br/>When they came out, Kitato would have eaten and be ready for his ride to school. It seemed the buss was not an option, anymore.