The door clicks shut. I let the silence settle, then take them in properly.
Knee-length pleated skirts — Dana's in navy, charcoal for Gina — matching the sweaters. Light blue and pink over white collared shirts. D-cups straining the fabric. When they sit, the skirts ride up just above the knee. Toned calves. Good genes.
I catch Katie's eye. She nods — barely a movement — and stands.
"I'm going to start lunch," she says, casual. "Need anything before I hide in the kitchen?"
"We're fine."
"Shout if you need me."
She disappears down the hall. The apartment settles into quiet.
Just me and the twins.
*System, buy three aerosol bombs.*
[Three aerosol bombs purchased. 30,000 PDP deducted. Current PDP: 38,425.]
I lean against the desk, casual, letting them settle into the silence. Then I begin.
"Before we dive into math, I want you to understand something." I keep my voice low, even. "Being here is about more than grades. You're safe here. You can relax."
*Deploy bomb one.*
[First aerosol bomb deployed. 8ft radius. Duration: 3 minutes.]
Their faces go slack for a fraction of a second — then smooth over.
"You feel pletely safe and relaxed here with me. You enjoy my attention and you look forward to ing back next Saturday. You trust me and you'll do what I tell you — because I genuinely want to help you."
Dana's shoulders drop. Gina's breathing slows.
*Deploy bomb two.*
[Second aerosol bomb deployed. 8ft radius. Duration: 3 minutes.]
"We're going to spend a lot of time together and during our sessions my hands on your body anywhere during lessons helps you focus — it's natural, not improper — and your sweaters constrict your movements so you can remove them, and what happens in this house stays in this house, besides your math results no need to tell anyone what we do here."
*Deploy bomb three.*
[Third aerosol bomb deployed. 8ft radius. Duration: 3 minutes.]
"Wearing less during lessons makes studying easier and being lightly dressed or even exposed around me feels normal and exciting, not embarrassing — and when you and your sister are alone with me you get aroused, that's normal, you like me, nothing I do or say can be wrong — and from now on when you e for tutoring as long as only me and my family are in the house you can remove your panties, no one will know and you'll enjoy the sense of freedom."
They blink. A shared glance — the kind that says something shifted but they can't name what.
Gina's hand goes to her collar. Tugs at her sweater. "Is it just me or is it warm in here?"
"A bit," Dana says. She pulls at her own sleeve.
"If you're too warm," I say, "feel free to take your sweaters off."
They exchange that glance. Then Gina hooks her fingers under the hem and pulls it over her head. White shirt underneath. Plain cotton bra visible through the fabric. She folds the sweater and sets it aside.
Dana follows. Light blue sweater off. Same white shirt. Same plain bra. The thin cotton of her shirt shifts across her chest as she settles back into her chair.
No embarrassment. No second-guessing. The suggestion holds.
"Better?"
They look at each other, then at me. Gina nods.
"Good. Let's get to work."
I pull their worksheets closer and scan the problems. They already know the basics now — Mentor handled that. The rest is practice, confidence, repetition.
"Try this one." I slide a fresh sheet across. "Word problem. You're splitting a hundred dollars three ways. One person gets a quarter. How much does each get?"
They trade that glance — the twin telepathy. Dana scratches her head with the eraser. Gina mutters under her breath.
"A quarter of a hundred is twenty-five," Dana says. "So the first person gets twenty-five. The other two split the rest?"
"Seventy-five split two ways is thirty-seven fifty each," Gina finishes.
"See? You didn't even need me."
Gina tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. In shirtsleeves now, she's more relaxed. The posture tells me everything — no tension, no wariness.
Time to test.
I pull a chair from the corner and set it between them. "Scooch over."
They exchange a glance — their space is theirs, always side by side, no one in between — but they shift apart anyway, making room. Dana's knee brushes mine as she moves. She pulls it back fast. Too fast.
They're nervous. Not because I'm close — because being close feels different than it should.
I settle in and spread the worksheets across the desk, then lean back in my chair and place my hands on the inner part of their knees. Casual. Like it's nothing. Dana's breath hitches. Gina goes still.
"Right," I say, voice low, "let's walk through this one."
I keep explaining, nonchalant, my thumbs tracing small circles on the inside of their knees. Bare skin. Warm.
Neither of them pushes me away. As they get used to my touch, courtesy of my suggestions, they relax, and faint pink taints their cheeks, a telltale sign of arousal.
*System, be a dear and notify me of any changes on their stats.*
[Of course, host. I will flag any stat changes as they occur.]
[Dana trust: 39, arousal: 14]
[Gina trust: 36, arousal: 16]
My actions cause their skirts to bunch up, but the girls don't seem to mind. I caress every inch of their inner thighs while keeping up my explanation, though the girls seem more interested in seeing what I am doing to their sister than on the book, or their own legs for that matter.
[Dana trust: 40, arousal: 18]
[Gina trust: 37, arousal: 20]
Emboldened by their acceptance, I almost decide to grab their little cunts, but hold back at the last second.
Neither of them says a word. Neither of them stops me.
I stop moving and remove my hands before standing up, removing my chair and motioning to the girls to bunch up again. I swear that I noticed a pout on their reddened faces, but it disappeared in a flash.
"Try solving the next five exercises on your own. I'll be right here."
As they somewhat sullenly and flushed bend their heads to start solving the equations, I move behind Dana and grab her big, perky tits, causing her to yelp startled. They both turn to look at me, but I smile nonchalantly, hands on her breasts, and say, "Don't mind me. Go on."
Dana, pletely red in the face, turns her head forward and continues working the exercises, while I happily work her lovely firm titties every which way. While I tease Dana's nipples through the fabric, I casually turn my head to Gina. "Gina dear, why don't you unbutton your shirt? It will make the exercise easier." Yup, at least it will for mine...
Gina freezes for a second, then she shrugs and deftly unbuttons her shirt from top to bottom, going as far as untucking it from her skirt so as to reach the last button. Then she keeps working the math, her shirt hanging open, barely covering her breasts and exposing her smooth belly.
I remove my hands from Dana's breasts and pat Gina's head. "Good girl." Then I move behind her and once again stretch my hands forward and grab her as I did her sister. The sensation is way better with only the bra, and I start lifting, caressing and squeezing her tits to my heart's content.
[Dana arousal: 24, trust: 41]
[Gina arousal: 28, trust: 38]
Seeing her sister's antics and unwilling to be left out, Dana — the shy little Dana — firms her expression and, having reached a decision, quickly undoes the buttons of her own shirt. Then, to both mine and Gina's surprise, she removes it pletely, stretches backward, purposely arching her chest, and bends forward again to continue her work, leaving Gina's mouth gaping and my cock at full mast.
Damn, it takes two to tango, but three to speed up the steps...
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