It wasn't that she had a choice to flee, she really didn't, and anyone could understand that. But she didn't have to stay where she was, still for the touch of his most sensitive extremity, flattering her, if she'd care to see, by full attention. I am not Nahoya's, it said when the heat of it had another flavor on her skin that the water. Stupid girl, fighting so deliciously, and moving on her gathered feet like he didn't know it was to squeeze the high of her thighs. Or more likely, she wanted to present her struggle to him, whether she knew or not.<br/><br/>At first he said nothing, even when she squeezed the length to make its head bulge, like she was discovering some new thing and testing it's durability. "You already know it's sturdy enough." he whispered. "But it missed you too." Like the firmness was deliberate affection. Rebellious Rei, older sister who was thrashing with her emotions but offering them up to him on her face, anyway. Maybe she had a clever second self, that was begging him to take her so she wouldn't suffer her own restraint anymore. He took her lingering petting as worship, and gasped in her ear, flattered. She fought it still, which made it all the better, like the thing itself was communicating and bringing her to do this against her will.<br/><br/>He swallowed hard when she became more tender as Naho's voice laid on the steam. His fingers curled against the tiles, holding her inside the borders of his long arms. He looked her in the eye while she spoke to the only innocent in the hot room. Was it daunting to her, to hear him hide his groans and sometimes low growls at her fingers's aptitude inside her own words? She was trying o insult him, letting go, but his ego was already reinforced by her body's confessions. A man, in that sense, at least. "But you're not happy because he's happy." he whispered to her as he moved his face impossibly closer, pushing his firm and her hands between them, so her knuckles touched his stomach, and her wrist touched hers when she took him again, without having to be told this time.<br/><br/>"Oh, don't be such a teacher." Naho said, chipper as he touched his own face, offering the hairs some reverence before their untimely decapitations. He held the razor to his own throat, as though his soul knew the betrayal going on under the boiling rays and wanted to spare him the humiliation. "He's like us at that age, isn't he?" Naho continued. "He's simply not found someone like you to make him as happy as us, yet." It made Kit sigh into her ear, and Naho said "darling." while kit whispered<br/><br/>"Whore." at the same time. This was all getting to the younger man and he moved back to unlock himself from her willing hands. He grabbed her waist easily and lifted her. He was sure she'd know to spread for him.<br/><br/>"Imagine what a person he could be if he found someone like you, Rei Yoshino." Naho went on as the blade sung against the friction of black hairs, longing to end the unknowingly miserable brother and lover. When Kitato lowered her folds and started pressing them aside to fit him in, Naho's hand hesitated. "Ah!" he started, just as his little brother slid into his girlfriend behind him. "That hurt." he said, hissing and holding his hand to the little cut. "Don't worry about me." he said as Kitato's hips didn't even worry about Rei.<br/><br/>He was quiet for a bit while Kit found familiar depths inside Rei, and licked her neck until his tongue had drank water all the way up to her ear, where it lewdly tried to have her, also.<br/><br/>"Also, about yesterday." Naho continued as he looked at the little hurt in the mirror. "I'm sorry I got carried away eating you out." It was incredibly crass for Naho, but he had that kind of confidence now. Kit looked at her while he was giving her exactly the kind of attention that had brought her over yesterday. "But you tasted so good. It was... unusual, like you really wanted me." Big brother was being honest and even folded his tongue to remember the intimate flavor.<br/><br/>Kit parted his lips in a grin and fucked her harder. It was risky with these claps, but the water was loud, and Naho sat on the toilet chair, nostalgic, emotional. "You made him taste my cock inside you?" Kit whispered in her slathered ear. "You're a vile woman, taking advantage of me and betraying my brother. To think you ever thought you could teach me something." he said like it was lovely compliments. As repentance, he'd make her hide her own moans, as he hurried her closer to her edge.<br/><br/>"You're wonderful, even after all these years." Nahoya said and smiled distantly, razor hanging and other hand cradling the small wound while it was his heart that bled the most. "I love you." he confessed, breath wide like he was overwhelmed by the truth of it, while his brother released into her. "Rei?" he asked for some validation after having opened up.