The last few days pass quietly. Mostly I fuck my lovely slave and my two horny kittens into oblivion. Katie on her back in our bed, Hope bent over the kitchen counter, Hester on her knees whenever I crook a finger — round after round until all three of them are spent and dripping and smiling. A lazy, filthy blur.
Then Saturday es. Time to see if the twins will remember to remove their panties. Grin...
I slide out from under Katie's arm, careful not to wake her. Hope is sprawled across the foot of the bed on her stomach, face mashed into the pillow, one hand still clutching a corner of the sheet. Hester has wedged herself sideways against the headboard, a long bare leg hooked over the rail, drooling softly onto the pillowcase. Last night's marathon has left them a tangle of limbs, and extricating myself from it took a good ten minutes.
I finally manage to get free, shower, and dress casual — jeans and a pale button-down, sleeves rolled to the elbow. Trustworthy. Unthreatening. The mentor who happens to own the building.
At ten on the dot, the doorbell rings.
I open it to Mary and give her the usual quick inventory: athletic, dark hair pulled back, a soft summer top that does nothing for my self-control. Behind her, the twins — Dana and Gina — dressed down for once, no uniforms. Today is theirs, and their mother has let them choose.
They've chosen well.
Dana wears a simple yellow sundress that reaches her knees, straps a thumb wide, hem brushing her calves. Gina has gone for a plain cotton blouse, buttons all the way up, tucked into a loose navy skirt that falls past her knees. Sandals. Hair in neat braids. Casual, modest, unguarded — two good girls dressed to be seen and not noticed.
"Good morning, Mary." My smile lands warm, then drops to the twins. "And look at you two — weekend mode suits you."
"Morning, Ben." She smiles, easy and relaxed — the pin has done its silent, hourly work. "They slept in, and I still got them here on time. Impressive."
"e in, e in."
I step back, and the girls file in ahead of their mother, cheerful waves. Mary lingers a second in the doorway. There's a softness to her that wasn't there when I signed her lease. The pin's been chipping at her walls for weeks. The trust fund made her grateful. The spray made her warm. Ninety-five on the trust-meter and rising, and she just thinks I'm a nice landlord-cum-tutor — though the twins have a better grasp of the cum part than the tutoring one so far.
"I'll be back around lunch," she says. "You have my number if they need anything."
"Always."
She turns to go, and I catch her shoulder — a little extra, a gift — and plant one on her cheek before she realizes it. A quick peck, nothing special. The kind you give a cousin when you haven't seen them in a while.
She freezes. Eyes gone hazy, flush up her neck, and for one second she's not a mother at all — just a woman caught off guard. She swallows, drops her car keys, fumbles for them, and looks at me like she's not sure what just hit her.
"See you at lunch, Ben," she manages, a little breathless, and walks off toward the elevator.
The door clicks shut. We are alone.
The moment the lock turns, Dana drops her bag by the door with a soft thud — no ceremony — and shucks her panties. Gina follows, kicking hers off with a shiver. Two sets of smooth, bare thighs under yellow sundress and navy skirt, bare cunt hidden beneath hem. They cover their fronts a little, matching blushes, but their eyes are hopeful and waiting. Good. The suggestion worked.
I let them wait one gorgeous second. Then: "Good girls. You remembered — just like I asked."
"Today," I say, low and lazy, "we're not doing math."
Their breath catches. They know what that means. Or at least they think they do.
"Today I want to see my girls pletely. Both of you — everything off."
They don't need telling twice. Dana's straps slide down and the yellow sundress pools at her feet. She unhooks her plain white bra, lets it fall, and she's bare before me, small firm tits, dark nipples standing up in the morning light. Gina works her blouse open one button at a time, shrugs it off, unclasps a simple cotton bra, then the navy skirt follows — matching tits out, blush crawling down her throat. They cup themselves for a second, then drop their hands, pink-faced, letting me look.
I look. Slow. Deliberate. From their faces all the way down to their bare feet. Both of them shiver, and neither looks away.
"Good girls." My voice es out a little rougher than I meant. "Now, e here and peel Daddy out of his clothes."
Slowly, together, they approach me. Four small hands work my buttons open. Gina draws my shirt from my shoulders; Dana kneels and works my belt, then the button, then the zip, pulling jeans and boxers down my thighs together. My cock springs free, thick and already aching, bobbing inches from Dana's face. She stares. Wide-eyed. Breath caught. The first one she's seen up close since the handjob in Paul's office.
"Good girls." I step out of the jeans. "Couch. Now. One on each side."
They scramble to the couch, one on each side, warm bodies tucking against my shoulders, bare hips pressing in as I stretch an arm along the back and pull them close. We sink into the cushions together, my cock tenting between us, waiting.
I let my hands wander. Down Dana's shoulder, over Gina's collarbones, up a bare thigh. Soft kisses on their temples. Slow, gentle, no rush — just enough touch to arouse them.
And they do. A quiet sigh out of one of them. Breathing goes shallow, flush spreading down their stomachs. They turn into me, hips grinding against empty air, desperate and dumb with it.
[Dana horniness: 16 → 34]
[Gina horniness: 21 → 38]
Good. They are climbing.
"Today's lesson," I say softly, "is practical." I stand. "Sit up. Side by side. Backs straight."
They scramble, all willingness, and sit together in the middle of the couch, shoulders almost touching.
"Now — feet flat on the couch. Knees up and apart. Like the letter M."
They gape — but they obey, knees falling open, soles flat, ankles tucked, thighs spread until their glistening cunts lay fully exposed to me.
[Dana horniness: 34 → 52]
[Gina horniness: 38 → 56]
Their twin little cunts stare at me, and I happily stare back as I think, damn, I am really going to enjoy this...
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