Hearing the words she wanted, Misaki let out a loud moan around his cock as she continued her ministrations. Her body shook with pleasure as her movements became more fluid and sensual. "Yeah..." she groaned, arching her back off the couch slightly. "Tell me how much you want me... tell me what I do to you..."

Her words spurred him on, making his hips buck up as he tried to push deeper into her mouth. "You're the best I ever had... you drive me crazy..." She smiled around his cock at the praise, taking it as encouragement to go faster and harder. Her hand slid down between their bodies, rubbing against his precum-slick entrance before finding its way back up to stroke him once more.

"I can't believe... I came here tonight just thinking about this... about you..."

She nodded tearfully, her voice barely audible when she whispered, "Yes... yes, of course I will." And as they embraced each other tightly, surrounded by the love and happiness that filled their home, Misaki knew without a doubt that this time around, their future would be bright.

The years passed with each moment sweeter than the last. Aoma and Misaki were married in a small yet intimate ceremony surrounded by those closest to them, exchanging vows of love and devotion that left not a dry eye in the house. They moved into a cozy little cottage on the outskirts of town where they spent their days raising their two children, a boy and a girl who were the light of both of their lives.

"Oh?" she asks, pretending to be innocent. "I thought you were the man..." Her voice trails off into a husky whisper as she brushes her hand against his hardening length over his jeans. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leans forward again and kisses him even deeper this time, her tongue dancing expertly with his as one of her hands slips beneath the hem of his shirt, seeking warmth and skin.

As he touches her, Misaki lets out a moan into the kiss, her body trembling with desire. She arches her back even further, pressing her breasts against his chest as she grinds harder against him, seeking relief from the ache building between her legs. Her tongue swirls around his, matching his movements perfectly as she tries to focus on the pleasure he's giving her while also driving him wild.

That's when it hit us; we were all in this together. We had been through so much already, and maybe being together like this was what we needed to move forward. Miki smiled at me, then leaned over and kissed her sister on the cheek before wrapping an arm around both of our shoulders.

"Yeah," she said with a content sigh. "Really." And with that simple declaration, our lives changed forever.

And so it was that the three of us became inseparable, our love for each other growing stronger with every passing day. We faced everything together - the good times and the bad, the laughter and the tears. No matter what happened, we knew that as long as we had each other, we could get through anything.

As time went on, people started to accept our unique situation more easily; some even admired it. After all, who wouldn't want two beautiful women like Misaki and Miki by their side?

"I want things to be like they used to," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I miss... I miss us." Her hand reached out and took his, squeezing it gently. "Can't we try again? Just for a little while?"

"Really?" Her eyes lit up with hope as she looked up at him. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

"I understand if you don't want me here," Misaki said quietly, pushing herself up into a sitting position despite her protesting headache. She wrapped her arms around her knees and looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. "I just can't go back to that place where we were... not after everything that's happened," she whispered. "But I didn't know where else to turn. You're the only one who ever made me feel safe."

Misaki flinched at his cold tone of voice. Tears prickled her eyes, but she bit her lip hard, refusing to shed any more tears. "I know," she choked out thickly. "I-I was desperate. Please don't hate me for that." She hugged herself tighter, rocking slightly in place. "I love you, Devawn, but I get it... I do. I messed up really badly. I'm sorry... so very sorry..."