Tomiko's smirk widened.
"Admit it, Onee-san. You're jealous. You're desperate. You're aching to be used just like your daughters."
That did it.
Kasumi's breathing changed. The shy, stammering embarrassment twisted into something sharper, hungrier, almost angry.
She lifted her head from my shoulder. Her eyes were glassy, cheeks still scarlet, but her expression had gone bold and defiant.
Without another word she stood up between my spread knees, turned to face all three of them—and me—and yanked the silk robe off her shoulders in one aggressive motion.
The robe pooled at her feet.
Underneath she was wearing a sheer black teddy that left almost nothing to the imagination. The bra cups had deliberate circular cut-outs right over the nipples, so her dark, stiff peaks poked straight through, already hard and begging.
The panties were worse—high-cut and skimpy, with a vertical slit cut right over her clit and pussy lips.
