Joya's Home

You embrace your sister, and your legs entangle with hers, grinding and groping. It’s not long until your clothes are disheveled and being removed. You are both dripping wet down below.

With your shirts off, your large nipples joust each other, squishing, poking, and tickling. You shove your face into the nape of Oliva’s neck and breathe in her scent. I Kiss and lick her neck sloppily.

“Mmm, Annabell. You’re amazing. Yes!” Olivia moans. She gropes your ass and rims your asshole.

You and Olivia grind and cuddle until you both orgasm. As you come down, you exchange loving pecks with your sister. After relaxing for a while, you both get dressed.

As Olivia puts on her shirt, she says, “Don’t you have a free pull on that gacha thing?”

“Yeah,” You respond with a lack of interest. You pull up your phone and click the free pull.

Get! Standard: Perfume: For 12 hours, you will smell good.

Olivia frowns and shakes her head.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, confused.

“You already smell good. What a waste,” Olivia exaggerates.

You shove your sister and giggle, “Whatever.”

We walk out and see Jessica and Joya whispering to each other and glancing at us. You wonder if you were too loud. But you think they’d be a bit more shocked… You aren’t really sure how the girls feel after using the app.

You look sidelong at your sister, and your eyes meet. She raises an eyebrow, showing she’s also wondering what’s happening. As we speak together with our eyes, Joya walks over to us, swaying her hips.

“Good morning, Miss Squirter, Miss Squirter,” Joya greets you two with a bright smile.

“Good morning, Joya,” you greet her.

Joya grabs our hands and pulls them towards her. “I was wondering if I could interview you.”

You try to smile politely and decline, “I don’t have anything interesting to say.”

“That’s fine,” Joya says unperturbed. “Actually, my mom wanted to thank you for caring for me.”

Olivia smiles purely and touches Joya’s arm softly. “You are always welcome in our house. But I will happily talk to Amara,” she cordially says.

“Ah,” Joya makes a troubled face. “She was hoping you’d have lunch.”

Olivia looks at you, and you shrug and respond, “I don’t mind.”

Olivia takes your cue and adds, “Then we’ll join you.”

“That’s wonderful!” Joya exclaims while shaking your hand up and down.

Olivia looks over at her daughter, “Should we get going?”

Jessica waves her hand dismissively, “I have something to do.” She looks like she is hiding something, and Olivia puts her hands on her hips and eyes her daughter.

I lean over and whisper, “Maybe she’s putting in hidden cameras because of the thing?”

Olivia looks at me with a quirky smile. “Alright, have fun, dear,” Jessica seems taken aback, and she looks at Joya for help. You see Joya make a gesture and look proud, which Jessica accepts and settles down.

“Are you ready to go?” You ask Joya.

“Of course!” Joya responds, spinning around her puffy buns, bouncing playfully.

“Alright,” you state, taking Joya’s left arm and grabbing her hand, entangling your fingers with hers. Olivia copies you, and you both smile mischievously at each other.

As your nipples press into Joya, she smiles awkwardly. “Maybe you want to put on bras first?”

“Oh my, I forgot,” you yelp while covering your mouth, embarrassed.

After donning your under armor, you and Olivia are escorted by Joya to her home. There, you see a small gated mansion. Out front are security guards decked in suits and sunglasses. As you near, a young maid scurys out.

“Young miss, welcome back,” the maid says with a curtsy. “Misses, welcome,” she then greets you and your sister.

“Thank you,” you reply with a light nod.

You continue to the entrance, where the security says, “Excuse me.” And pull out wand metal detectors.

“Seriously, they are my personal guests,” Joya complains.

Seeing the women’s uncomfortable looks, Olivia quips, “They are just doing their job.” They smile appreciatively and just do a quick scan that probably wasn’t thorough enough to catch anything.

As you enter, you see a gaggle of servants moving about quickly. The Bell family wasn’t just known for the daughter's journalism but also for Amara’s constant show of extravagance. It’s not rare for families to have a few servants. In fact, you fall on the opposite ****, having no direct servants wanting to take care of your kids personally.

You think Olivia would have at least a maid if she weren’t copying you. But you never asked her, so you don’t know for sure. It’s not like you’re trying to make a statement or anything. You just want to take care of your children and be near them every moment!

You see expensive food and extravagant flower arrangements as you enter the garden. It seems a bit much for your visit. As you make a strained smile, a woman with a loud voice shouts, “The Squirter sisters have arrived!”

You look to Joya for her explanation, but her face is full of consternation, proving she is also perplexed. You turn back to the banquet and see Amara walking towards you with open arms. She is wearing a red Victorian dress with so much poof that she is more poof than woman. Each finger has a ring with a large gem, and her neck has heavy-looking pearls.

“Thanks for coming,” Amara brightly says.

“Thanks for inviting us. We weren’t informed this would be a formal event,” you respond awkwardly. “We are a bit underdressed,” you finish while gesturing at your simple conservative clothes.

“Don’t fret. This,” Amara gestures, “is just a simple meeting between parents,” Amara says, covering her mouth with a fan.

Joya steps forward and points out, “Mom, there are extra chairs.”

“Hohoho, I can’t get anything past you, my brilliant daughter,” Amara says glibly. It’s a strange sensation. Even though she covers her mouth, you can still tell she is smiling with her mouth, but her eyes show disdain.