Saturday morning arrives gray and cool, light rain tapping against the bedroom window. I'm already awake when the clock hits seven, Katie's arm draped across my chest, Hope and Hester sprawled on either side like bookends after last night's marathon.
[Good morning, host. I trust you enjoyed last night's roleplay. I deliberately withheld per-act notifications during the scene — breaking the immersion would have spoiled your fun. Consider it a gift. Now that the curtain's closed, here's the full accounting.]
[New multiplier discovered! Roleplaying acts — value = 1.5]
[Roleplay event — "Schoolgirl Detention" — per-act breakdown:]
[Hope — blowjob (partial undress): 400 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 900]
[Hope — vaginal sex, virginity retake (partial undress): 1,000 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 2,250]
[Cumshot in Hope's pussy (partial undress): 600 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 1,350]
[Hope — anal sex, virginity retake (partial undress): 1,200 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 2,700]
[Cumshot in Hope's ass (partial undress): 600 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 1,350]
[Hope — cleaning blowjob (partial undress): 400 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 900]
[Hester — cleaning blowjob: 400 x 1.5 roleplay = 600]
[Hester — cunnilingus on Hope (partial undress): 400 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 900]
[Hester — anal cunnilingus on Hope (partial undress): 400 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 900]
[Hester — anal sex (partial undress): 1,200 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 2,700]
[Cumshot in Hester's ass (partial undress): 600 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 1,350]
[Katie — voyeurism/masturbation (partial undress): 300 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 675]
[Hope orgasm x3: 1,500]
[Hester orgasm: 500]
[Total reward: 18,575 | PDP: 67,475]
Considering that I spent 20000 PDP on the hymen restoring pill, last night session was a zero-sum game point-wise. However, recalling yesterday night's wild acts...
Totally worth it!!!
I untangle myself from the pile of limbs and pad to the kitchen. Coffee. Need coffee before my brain starts planning the next move. The apartment smells like sex and sleep — Hope's perfume, Hester's shampoo, Katie's cooking from last night all mixed together. Home.
By eight they're up, showered, dressed. Hope flips pancakes in a t-shirt that barely covers her ass. Hester sets the table in one of my button-downs, buttons done wrong, showing off her collarbone. They move loose-hipped, easy-smiled, still riding that post-fucking glow.
Katie walks in wearing nothing but an apron. She catches my look and grins. "What? It's Saturday."
"You're going to give me a heart attack before the twins even arrive."
"That's the plan." She kisses my cheek, pours herself coffee. "Nervous?"
"About two sixteen-year-old girls who can't do fractions? Please."
"About their mother."
I shrug. "Mary's handled. Pin of Trust is ticking up as we speak. By the time she picks them up, she'll be thrilled."
"The girls themselves?"
I take a sip. "Curious. Innocent. Kiss each other when they think no one's watching." I set the mug down. "Perfect."
Hope slides onto my lap, arms around my neck. "Daddy, can I help with the tutoring?"
"Maybe later, babygirl. Today's about trust. You'll have your turn."
She pouts but nods. Across the table, Hester watches, calculating. She's been quiet since the wedding, learning the hierarchy, figuring out where she fits. Good. My little slutty pet is learning.
---
At quarter to ten, I change. Dark jeans, fitted Henley, sleeves rolled. Approachable. Trustworthy. The kind of man a single mother trusts with her daughters.
The buzzer rings at exactly ten.
Mary's in jeans and a light jacket, hair pulled back. Relaxed. The Pin of Trust and the suggestion spray did their work — no wariness in her smile.
"Morning, Ben. Thanks again."
"My pleasure. e in."
Behind her, two identical faces peer from the stairwell. Dana and Gina step inside, and for a moment I just look.
Fuck me. This is the first good look I've gotten at them that is not through a hidden camera. One eighty tall, toned, D-cups straining their sweaters — Dana in light blue, Gina in pink. Long curly brown hair, blue eyes, full lips. Dana has a small mole above her left eyebrow. That's the only difference between them.
They're nervous. Standing close, shoulders almost touching. Gina's hand brushes Dana's wrist — unconscious, habitual.
*System, activate Trust fund. Both twins. And Cat herder. Show me all three's status.*
[Trust fund activated. Duration: 3 minutes. Medium trust increase to Dana Hudson and Gina Hudson.]
[Cat herder active. AOE trust loyalty, 8ft radius. Affecting: Dana Hudson, Gina Hudson, Mary Hudson.]
Dana Hudson
age:16
Role: Potential Daughter (twin)
Affection: 22
Love: 0
Horniness: 10
Fear: 0
Loyalty: 2
Trust: 31
Virgin: YES
Anal virgin: YES
Oral Virgin: YES
Likes: —
Dislikes: —
Gina Hudson
age:16
Role: Potential Daughter (twin)
Affection: 18
Love: 0
Horniness: 12
Fear: 0
Loyalty: 2
Trust: 29
Virgin: YES
Anal virgin: YES
Oral Virgin: YES
Likes: —
Dislikes: —
Mary Hudson
age:35
Role: Potential Follower
Love: 0
Horniness: 18
Fear: 0
Loyalty: 37
Trust: 75
Virgin: NO
Anal virgin: YES
Oral Virgin: YES
Likes: —
Dislikes: —
*Thank you, system.*
[You are wele.]
The whole interaction takes less than a second, then I continue, addressing the three. I smile, warm and easy. "Wele. Make yourselves at home. Water?"
They exchange that twin telepathy glance. Gina speaks first. "Water would be nice."
Mary follows them in and settles onto the couch. "Don't mind me. I'll just observe."
Katie appears from the kitchen, wiping her hands. "Mary! Good to see you again. This is my daughter, Hope, and her friend Hester — they're here to study together while the tutoring's on."
Hope waves. "Hi."
Hester murmurs a greeting.
"Your girls are gorgeous," Katie says. "Coffee?"
"I'm fine for now."
"Hope, Hester — go ahead and start in your room."
The girls disappear down the hall.
Katie sits beside Mary with two mugs anyway, and they fall into easy conversation — the building, the neighborhood, school. Mary's guard keeps dropping.
I turn to the twins. "I'm Ben. You've heard about me from your mom — but I'd rather hear about you. What do you two like doing? Besides not math."
Dana and Gina exchange that twin glance. Dana shrugs. "We like swimming."
"School team?"
"Just at the lake. Behind the old mill."
"Nice spot." I lean back. "What's the worst part about math for you?"
Gina speaks up. "When the numbers don't look like numbers anymore. Like when they're under a line."
"Fractions," I say.
"Yeah. That."
I nod. "Fractions are just division you didn't finish yet. And division is just repeated subtraction. Everything breaks down to simple steps. Once you see that, it clicks."
I gesture to the study corner — a desk with two chairs, notebooks and pens already set out. "Let's sit. Show me what you've been working on."
The twins settle in. Dana pulls out a worn textbook. Gina uncaps a pen, waiting.
I stand to the side of the desk, in easy view of both. Papers spread. Equations half-solved. I scan their homework — the mistakes are consistent, which means the fix is straightforward.
"Alright. Ready when you are."
They exchange a glance. Nod.
*System, activate Mentor. Both twins.*
[Mentor activated. 8 minutes. Dana Hudson, Gina Hudson.]
"A fraction is a part of a whole — the top number tells you how many parts you have, the bottom number tells you how many fit in one whole — and if you divide the top by the bottom you get a decimal, and every decimal times a hundred is a percentage, same number three different outfits, pick whichever works for you."
I keep going — improper fractions, mixed numbers, equivalent fractions. Five minutes in, Dana's answering without hesitation. Seven minutes, Gina's correcting her sister's math.
When the skill ends, they stare at their worksheets like I've performed a miracle.
"How did you...?" Dana looks up. "I actually get this."
"You're smart. You just needed someone who could explain it."
She blushes. Gina blushes too.
On the couch, Mary watches. Leaning forward, arms on her knees, staring surprised at her girls.
Katie touches her arm. "See? He's got them."
"I know, but —"
"First time's the hardest. I sat through Hope's whole first session too. By the second one, I was dropping her off and enjoying a quiet hour to myself."
Mary hesitates. The twins are happily working, heads down, pencils moving. They haven't looked up once.
"Go," Katie says, warm. "He's got them."
A long pause. Then Mary stands. "Two o'clock?"
"Two works."
She gives the twins one last look — they're fine — and lets herself out.
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