Trouble with Twins

Literotic asexstories – Trouble with Twins by NateKhyrivon,NateKhyrivon [Standard Disclaimer: All of my stories, including this one, are purely works of fiction, and any similarities to real world persons or events are purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual content are 18 years of age or older at the time such content occurs.]

They say that twins, even fraternal twins, are born with a unique connection to each other. You hear stories where twins can tell how each other are feeling, even across distances. There are even accounts of twins being able to feel each other’s physical pain, although none of these have ever been proven. However, when it comes to my twin sisters, I know for a fact that they share at least one feeling: pleasure.

*

Buzz Buzz

I startled awake as the phone on my nightstand buzzed and began to play the standard ringtone.

Buzz Buzz

I reached groggily for the phone and quickly glanced at the time before answering.

6:47 a.m.

Why was my dad calling so early on a Sunday?

“Hello?” I answered, sounding as sleepy as I could to subtly indicate my annoyance at being awoken so early.

“Good morning, Steven. I didn’t wake you, did I? I thought you academic types were supposed to wake up early.”

For the record, I’m a bit of a nerd. Okay, I’m a huge nerd. Apart from being interested in all the standard geeky activities (Sci-fi, Dungeons & Dragons, Comic Books, etc.), I’m also very smart. In high school I was a straight-a student in all my science and math classes, and graduated second in my class, behind some super genius girl. I got a 4-year bachelor’s degree in physics in three years while interning over the summer at a research lab. I attended a two-year Grad School and got my master’s degree in a year. Afterward, I spent the next three years getting my PhD in experimental physics. Now I work as an experimental physicist at a prominent university in my home state, three hours away from my parents’ house.

“Not on the weekends,” I spat back, “and good morning to you, Father,” I finished mildly sarcastically.

“I know you’re probably busy next weekend, like you always are, but your mother wanted me to call and ask if you’d be able to attend your sisters’ eighteenth birthday party. You know how much they look up to you, and…”

“I already told Shayla and Selena that I’d be there,” I interrupted, “They asked me last week. Mom needs to communicate better with her children.”

“Oh,” my dad replied, “in that case feel free to invite your roommate, Leonard was it?, to the party. He is still your best friend, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is,” I retorted, “and his name’s Lindsey! And yes, he IS a guy, and NO we’re not ‘together’.”

“Hey,” Dad snarked, “I’m not judging, I’m just glad you have someone in your life.”

“Oh my God! Dad! He’s not ‘in my life’. We’re NOT a couple.”

This continued for another five minutes or so with Dad claiming my “insistence was proof enough” that I was “living an alternative lifestyle”.

As you may have guessed, I’m not gay. I don’t have anything against gay people. In fact, Lindsey, who goes by Lyn, is gay. He even has a boyfriend, Sherman, who we hang out with. We all work at the same university, along with our other two friends, my ex-girlfriend, Rani, and her current boyfriend, Harold. At first it was weird, even though we had all become good friends before any of us had started dating. But now I’m okay with it all, especially after the events of my twin sisters’ birthday weekend.

When my baby sisters were born, I was nearly already an adult. I was eighteen and had just graduated high school. I helped my parents raise them while I was attending the University nearby. I’d volunteered to live at home and commute so I could help them take care of the twins. I had barely seen them after I’d gone to grad school, however, and when I finally got my PhD and got a job as an experimental physicist, I saw them even less. Before I arrived at my parents’ house for their eighteenth birthday party, it had been over six months since I had seen them at Christmas.

*

The next Saturday, I left my apartment early that morning, at just after seven. The twins’ party officially started at one in the afternoon, but I wanted to arrive in enough time that I could help setup and then spend some time with my sisters before the party. Notice I said “my sisters”, not “my family”. I never really got along well with my dad, as you can probably tell., and Mom was often with him when he was home, so the twins and I usually hung out together whenever I was home.

“Steven!” the twins shouted in unison as I stepped out of my car into the driveway of my parents’ stereotypical two-story suburban home. As they both ran up to me, I couldn’t help but notice the differences in the two.

From the day they came home from the hospital, it was obvious that they were very different. Shayla was a chubby baby, born at 8 pounds 15 ounces, and had the appetite of a ravenous chipmunk (and was just about as cute). Selena was smaller, born at 6 pounds 12 ounces. Even now that they had matured into young women, their differences were vast. They were both shorter than me, although at just under six feet, most of my family was shorter than me. However, the twins were both at least six inches shorter, making me feel like a giant as they scurried toward me.

Shayla was the shorter of the two, but only by an inch or two. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, which came to the middle of her back. A brilliant smile shown on her cute round face, with dimples that would melt even the coldest heart. Her green eyes were wide and sparkling, almost like an anime character’s eyes with stars in them. She was curvy, but not fat. Rather, she had a well-developed chest and rear, but with much less of an hourglass shape than her sister. She had struggled with her weight in the past, mainly due to her love of food, and had always been the “cute chubby baby” of the family, but seeing her now, I could tell she’d definitely lost weight since I’d seen her last. The t-shirt she was wearing was tight across her magnificent melons, but baggy around her stomach, hinting at her new figure. The green shorts she wore strained around her backside, but loosened slightly around her thighs, which, even from where I was standing, I could tell were well-defined.

Selena was taller and thinner than her sister. Her hair was the same dark brown, but was cut into a cute concave bob (where it’s shorter in the back than the front, and hangs over the shoulders so it’s just brushing her clavicle). She wore a matching t-shirt to her sister, although hers was obviously at least two sizes smaller, yet was still loose enough that it was baggie on her lithe frame, apart from right along her chest, where it was tight enough to perfectly frame her cantaloupes. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, because even as she ran, I could see the tips of her nipples pressing up against her shirt. The blue shorts she had on revealed slightly more of her thighs than her sister’s, but hugged her tight, voluptuous rear just the same.

Suddenly, I realized that I was assessing my sisters’ assets. I watched as their tits and asses jiggled as they ran toward me. I diverted my gaze for a second, to shake the sexual thoughts from my mind, then looked back with a smile just as they reached me. Selena reached me first, giving me a tight hug for just a second before she was practically shoved out of the way as Shayla nearly knocked me over as she pounced into my arms.

“Steven! We’ve missed you so much!” Shayla said as she wrapped her arms around me tightly, pressing her massive chest into mine. Had her boobs gotten bigger since Christmas? Or was it just that, like her sister’s, they weren’t bound by a bra, and I could feel them more? Either way, it felt nice.

And again, I was thinking about my sisters sexually. I could feel my pants tightening in my crotch as I began to form an erection. And again, I had to force myself to focus on something else.

I gently pried Shayla from me, kissing her forehead gently, as I had ever since they were kids. As a child, Shayla was friendly and social, even congenial to a fault. She was more comfortable with physical affection than her sister, always wanting to be held as a baby, and as a toddler she was always snuggling close to me or our parents whenever she got tired or upset. Selena, on the other hand, had always been shy and reserved around strangers. She would only cry more when you tried to pick her up as a baby, and as she got older, she would only rarely hug me or our parents, and she hated being touched by other people, even extended family. Often, she would even run to her room and hide in her closet when we had company over.

“We are glad you’re here,” Selena smiled as she gently hugged me again. I wrapped one arm around her, gently.

“Come, we’re setting up for the party!” Shayla let me go, then took me by the hand and pulled me out of Selena’s arms, nearly dragging me toward the house. Selena followed slowly, barely noticeably upset at her sister yet again hogging all the attention.

Ever since they were little, Shayla had been the attention seeker, often joining other peoples’ conversations, or pestering people for attention, often to their annoyance. She did it to me, too, although I never turned her away like other people did, even when she started to get annoying. Selena sometimes seemed to feel left out, even though she never tried to pull the attention off her sister, despite Shayla often unintentionally (or sometimes intentionally) pushing her out of the way when she was getting more attention.

As Shayla pulled me toward the house, I resisted just slightly, and held an open hand out toward Selena. She suddenly smiled, took my hand, and let Shayla lead us both into the house. When we entered, Shayla led us into the living room, which was just to the left inside the front door, through a large doorway off the main entry hall. The living room was a two-story room with a sloped ceiling that tapered to the middle where a ceiling fan hung, inactive, about five feet from the top. Several bundles of balloons were floating along the walls, tied down by long strings that were weighted at the end.

“Look who’s here!” Shayla beamed to our mother, who was blowing up balloons with a helium tank.

“Steven, it’s good to see you,” Mom stood up from the couch and walked over to me. Shayla and Selena both let go of my hands as my mom hugged me.

My mom was taller than the twins, but not as tall as me. Her hair was dark brown, and wavy, even when she tried to brush it straight. She was mildly heavyset, but not fat. Like Shayla, Mom had struggled with her weight when I was a child, and even more so after the twins were born. But now she was again in the process of losing weight.

“You should come home more often,” Mom continued, “I know working at the University keeps you busy, but we all miss you when you’re away for so long.”

“I know,” I conceded, as the twins and I sat down on the large sectional couch, Shayla to my left and Selena to my right, “I miss you guys, too. I’ll try to come home more often. Although, there’s no reason you guys can’t come visit me from time to time.”

Shayla and Selena smiled at the suggestion.

“We should do that! That would be awesome!,” Shayla said, wrapping her arms around my left arm, “You could introduce us to your friends.”

“And show us where you work,” Selena added, leaning against my right shoulder.

“You know how your father gets about long road trips,” Mom said, sitting back down next to the small helium tank.

“What if Selena and I just visited Steven for a weekend sometime,” Shayla suggested, “We both have our licenses, and now that we’re eighteen, we should be allowed to travel wherever we want.”

Even though both twins had their licenses, neither of them had a car, although our parents often let them drive the spare car that they had, as they had with me before I got my own car.

“We’ll discuss it with your father after the party,” Mom replied.

“Speaking of Dad,” I said, “Where is he? I didn’t see his car in the driveway.”

“He’s gone to get more snacks for the party,” Mom answered.

“Yeah,” Selena smirked and looked over at Shayla, “Somebody got up in the middle of the night and ate nearly two bags of chips.”

Shayla, who now had her legs curled up on the couch and was snuggling against my arm, glared at her sister, blushing cutely, “I can’t help that I get hungry when I get excited.”

“She got so excited that she not only ate almost two bags of chips last night, but also half a pack of Oreos this morning,” Selena poked at her sister from across me.

Shayla looked down, embarrassed, “I couldn’t help it,” she looked up at me, her eyes wide, but cute, “I was excited to see my big brother again.”

I smiled, and kissed her forehead, “Well, I’m here now. So, if Shayla ate the snacks, why’d Dad go to the store to get the snacks instead of making her do it?”

Mom laughed, “Who do you think ate the other half of the Oreos?”

We all laughed together, although Shayla’s face was still a little flushed.

“So, what can I do to help get ready for the party?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Mom replied, “Your sisters and I can handle it.”

“Mom, don’t treat me like a guest here,” I insisted, “I’m still a part of the family, and I’d like to help.”

“Alright,” Mom agreed, “In that case, we could use your help putting up the wall decorations. If the girls put them up they’ll only cover the lower half of the wall.”

“MOM!” Both twins yelled exasperatedly.

*

We spent the next half hour putting up decorations around the living room, kitchen, and dining room. Dad returned just as we were finishing putting the rest of the decorations up.

“I’m back!” Dad yelled from the kitchen after loudly closing the door from the garage, “Can someone help me put these away?”

“How much did you get?” Mom asked loudly, heading toward the kitchen from the living room where she was watching me put up the last of the decorations, “You only went to get cookies and chips.”

Both twins gave me a look that said, “Here we go again,” as they followed her. I reluctantly followed along.

“Well,” Dad replied, “I couldn’t decide which flavor of Oreos to get, because I know the twins like the regular double stuff ones, and I like the Java Chip ones, and you don’t eat sugar anymore, and I wasn’t sure if Steven even likes Oreos, so I kind of got a variety. Same with the chips. And Ice Cream.”

“Dale, we already have all the ice cream we need for today,” Mom chided. She opened the freezer as if to make a point, but stared into it for a moment, slack jawed, “Dale, did you eat all the ice cream!?! We had over a gallon of ice cream in here just two days ago.”

“And now we have two gallons,” Dad replied, holding up two gallon buckets of ice cream, one vanilla, one neapolitan, intentionally not answering Mom’s accusatory question.

My dad was short, around five-foot-nothing. While he was mostly in decent shape, he had a large belly from decades of beer, food, and more food. Imagine a tiny Santa with muscular arms and legs. He was also balding on the top of his head, which contrasted the long, dark grey ponytail trailing down to the middle of his back. He had been a new-age hippie in his youth, and he and my mom still occasionally smoked pot together out on the back deck.

Mom shook her head in defeat as she, Dad, and my sisters began to put the snacks away. “Hey, Dad,” I said nonchalantly.

“Steven,” Dad replied, “I saw your car in the driveway. Glad you made it safely. I hope you plan on staying the whole weekend. Your sisters have been excited about seeing you all week. In fact, a few nights ago, I went downstairs to… get some water… and when I passed their room on my way back to bed, Shayla was calling your name.”

Shayla’s face turned bright red, “DAD! Did you have to tell him that?”

“I thought it was cute, missing your brother like that,” Dad replied, shrugging.

“You were eating ice cream, that night! Weren’t you?” Mom suddenly interjected.

Dad shrugged again, “Who knows?”

Everyone except Shayla started laughing. Shayla had her face hidden, looking away, and slowly slunk out of the room to the living room.

“Girls,” Mom said once the snacks were all put away, “Go get dressed for the party, and if you plan on swimming, go ahead and put your swim suit on under your clothes.”

We had an above ground pool in our back yard, one of those circular ones, connected to the house by a wooden deck my dad had built when I was younger. Whenever we had parties in the spring or summer, we’d eat out on the deck while people swam.

I walked into the living room and sat down next to Shayla as Selena excitedly bounded up the stairs. Shayla was sitting on the couch, her feet pulled up, and her head buried in her knees. She didn’t seem to be crying, but just hiding her face.

“You okay?” I asked, rubbing her back.

“Dad can be such an ass sometimes,” she replied.

“I know,” I agreed, “Try not to let him get to you. I have to ignore his remarks all the time.”

“I know,” she said, “but he’s always embarrassing me in front of people. Before it was about my weight, and now this…”

I continued gently rubbing her back, “It’s okay, Shay. I know he’s a lot sometimes. And by the way, I noticed you lost weight since I last saw you. You’re looking good.”

“Really?” she asked, raising her head to look at me.

“Yeah,” I replied, “I can tell you’ve been working out. I’m really proud of you.”

“Thanks, Steven,” she smiled, “I really wanted to be in better shape,” she looked down at her stomach, “but I still have a ways to go until I’m where I want to be.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She put her feet on the floor and leaned against me. I kissed her forehead, “I’m really glad to be home. I’ve missed you.”

She smiled, “Me, too. It’s always nicer whenever you’re here.”

She pulled her legs up and curled them next to her on the couch, still leaning against me. She suddenly began to squirm a bit, squeezing her legs together.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She had her eyes closed and was moaning a bit, “Mm, Nothing. It’s just…” she let out a little sigh, then a whimper, “give me a minute…”

She started breathing heavily, moaning and whimpering as if…

“Ooohhhmmmmm,” She nuzzled her face in my shoulder, muffling her voice.

She began to settle down, still breathing hard, panting a little.

“What was all that about?” I asked concerned.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me with the most adorable look on her face, her cheeks flushed red, her eyes wide and bright, with a embarrassed grin on her face.

“Steven,” she said, looking away for a moment, then meeting my gaze again, “You know Selena and I are very close, being twins and all…”

“Yeah,” I replied, wondering what that had to do with the nearly sexual moans that Shayla had been making.

“Well, it’s more than just…”

“I’m ready for the party!” Selena called as she bounced down the stairs wearing a semi-tight yellow T-shirt, under which I could clearly see her black Bikini top, and a pair of Jeans, and scurried into the living room, “Shay, you should hurry and…”

She paused mid sentence. Looking at her I could see her cheeks were flushed, just like Shayla’s. As soon as she saw me, she looked over at Shayla and mouthed, “Sorry.”

“Okay, what’s going on?” I asked in my best “big brother” voice.

“Um…” Selena looked away, embarrassed.

“Lena, I’m going to go up and get dressed now,” Shayla fussed at her sister, “You can explain to Steven about what just happened, since you caused it.”

Now I was very confused. But as Shayla stood up and hurriedly walked out of the living room and up the stairs, Selena sat down beside me, where her sister had been.

“So… Um…” she murmured, looking at the floor, “You know Shayla and I are very close, being twins and all…”

“That’s exactly what she just said,” I informed her, “but yes, I know you two are best friends.”

“Well,” she looked up at me, shy as ever, “It’s more than… just that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well… You see… we share a… special connection. When one of us feels pleasure… particularly…” she paused, turning away, “particularly… sexual pleasure…” she looked at me again, “we both feel it.”

I sat there, staring. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe her, or that I was having trouble understanding, but rather that my mind was going through all the possibilities of how that could work, scientifically.

Quantum entanglement, the closest thing I could come up with, is a real thing where particles at a distance react instantaneously to the states of each other, but they react oppositely to each other, rather than sharing the same state. If emotion, or physical sensation, is just information transmitted by some form of energy, it may be possible for a person to send or receive that energy and thus the information. But in order for that to happen…

“Steven?” Selena was waving her hand in front of my face, “Say something.”

I blinked, snapping out of my thought daze, “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Did you even hear what I said?” She asked.

“I did,” I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, “You and Shayla share physical pleasure, especially sexual…. Wait…” I had a sudden thought, “Does that mean that when Shay was… you were…”

Selena looked away, but nodded.

“Oh,” I sighed, “I’m sorry, it must be hard for you to talk about this.”

She nodded again, then suddenly, she started squirming, like Shayla had.

“Damnit, Shay,” she whispered, curling up on the couch.

I started to put an arm around her, to try and comfort her, but realized that might be weird. However, she saw my intent and leaned up against me, accepting my embrace. I held her as she was overcome with what I could only imagine was the sexual pleasure of her sister masturbating upstairs.

When she finally calmed down, she looked up into my eyes, “Thank you, Steven. I hope you don’t find it weird, but you holding me actually helped.”

I kissed her forehead, “I’m glad.”

“Um, are you planning on going swimming with us?” she asked cutely.

I smiled, “Oh, yeah. Definitely, I just have to get my swimsuit out of my suitcase, which is still in my car.”

“Okay, I’ll help!” Selena hopped up and headed toward the door. I stood up to follow her, but just as she reached the door, Shayla came bounding down the stairs in a similar outfit to Selena’s, although the shirt was obviously one size larger, it still barely held in her massive boobs. I could also see that Shayla was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit under her clothes.

“Where are we going?” she asked excitedly.

“Selena was just gonna help me bring my suitcase in from the car,” I replied, about to say we’d be right back, but Shayla nearly pounced in front of her sister.

“Here, let me help!” she cheered, barreling out the door.

Selena sighed, shaking her head, and slowly followed her sister. I stayed by Selena, placing a hand on her shoulder gently. She looked at me, and smiled weakly. I knew it was annoying having her sister butt in on everything she wanted to do. It had always been that way, though, but I still felt bad for Selena.

I opened the trunk of my car and Shayla pulled out my suitcase. It wasn’t that big of a case, since I was only staying one night, so Shayla carried it with the arm strap over her shoulder. We walked back into the house and up the stairs to my room.

The upstairs of our house had a sort of spiral layout. At the top of the stairs was a bathroom straight ahead, and a single hall to the right. The next corner had the twins’ bedroom on the left and mine straight ahead, then the hallway ended at my parents’ room. My room had been left pretty much the same as I had left it, despite Dad’s insistence that he wanted to turn it into a storage room. My old double bed was still made in the dark blue bedsheets I’d always used.

Shayla dropped the suitcase on the floor next to my bed. Before they left my room, I wrapped one arm around each twin’s shoulders and pulled them into a hug.

“It’s really good to be here with you girls,” I hugged them tightly.

“Yeah,” Shayla agreed, “It is.”

Selena blushed a little, “Yeah, I’m glad you’re here.”

The twins left my room together, scurrying down the stairs. I closed my door and put my swimsuit on, then pulled my jeans back on over top of it.

When I got back downstairs. It was just past eleven forty-five. We had just over an hour before the party officially started, so we all just sat around talking. Dad continued to casually insult me the whole time, occasionally poking fun at the twins for how much they missed me. Mom did her best to keep the conversation civil, but Dad seemed insistent on starting arguments.

At twelve forty-five, Mom’s parents arrived, which changed the mood Immensely. Dad always acted less annoying when around Mom’s parents, obviously wanting to keep up the good impression they had of him. However, when his own mother showed up, his attitude once again soured, as she didn’t beat around the bush with him. At one fifteen, Aunt Judy (Mom’s twin sister) and her husband, Uncle Ron, arrived along with our only cousin, Damian, who was one year younger than the twins.

Once everyone had arrived, Dad cut the cake and Mom served the ice cream to everyone. The cake was a large chocolate cake that Mom had made, topped with strawberry icing and real strawberries as well. I sat next to Shayla, watching her inhale her cake then devour her ice cream before everyone else had been served. Before serving himself, Dad offered her another slice, which she gladly accepted.

Once everyone else had been served, Dad served himself two slices of cake and four scoops of ice cream. His mom scolded him for “being a gluton” saying that if he didn’t start controlling how much he ate, he’d die of a heart attack like his father. It was obvious this wasn’t the first time they’d had this particular conversation, as Dad seemingly brushed her off. However, he did decide to offer his second slice of cake to someone else just to appease her. Unfortunately, the one who accepted was Shayla. It pained me to see dad sabotaging all the hard work Shayla had put into losing weight. I decided I had to say something, but before I could, he got up and went into the living room, turning the TV onto some show he often watched.

By Two o’clock, all of our grandparents had joined Dad in the living room, along with Aunt Judy and Uncle Ron. Mom, Damian, the twins, and I sat around the dinner table playing one board game or another until about two forty-five, when we, too, joined everyone in the living room.

At three o’clock, Mom announced that the pool was open, and anyone who had a swim suit was welcome to go swimming.

“Come on, Steven!” the twins chorused, “Let’s go swimming!”

They were already disrobing to their swimsuits as they scampered out the sliding glass door onto the back deck that led to the side of the pool. I followed, less-energetic than my sisters. When I got to the poolside, I sat down in a pool chair and began to take off my shoes, socks, and pants. As I did, the sight of my sisters in their swimsuits, side by side, caught my eye.

Both my beautiful sisters were absolutely gorgeous, even though the differences in their bodies was much more obvious in their swimsuits. While they both had well formed bosom and backsides, Shayla’s were obviously larger than Selena’s, although while Selena had a near perfect hourglass figure, Shayla was thicker around her middle, although she was obviously much thinner than she had been before she’d started losing weight.

“Enjoying the view?” Shayla grinned, seeing me once more ogling my sisters.

I grinned back, “Just noticing how much both of you have grown up. My baby sisters are now beautiful women.”

While I tried to keep the compliment as appropriate as I could, the look on my face obviously told them what I was meaning.

Selena blushed, “Thanks, Steven.”

Shayla smiled, “You’re so sweet.”

As I finally removed my T-shirt and began to climb down the ladder into the pool, the twins swam up to me.

“Hey, Lena,” Shayla nudged her, “Aren’t we lucky to have such a handsome brother?”

“Oh,” Selena blushed again, “Yeah.”

I started to respond, but just then I heard Mom, Aunt Judy, and Uncle Ron coming out of the house. They joined us in the pool, all of us tossing a pool ball around and playing with other pool toys and games for about an hour or so until Mom declared it was time for the girls to open their birthday presents.

We all gathered around the living room again, this time with the TV off, to Dad’s annoyance. While our grandparents only got them birthday cards with a $50 bill in each, Aunt Judy, Uncle Ron, and Damian had gotten them matching t-shirts. However, Mom and Dad (although from his reaction, probably really just mom) got them laptops to use at college. They thanked everyone for their presents with hugs, and they seemed to truly appreciate them. However, the reaction to my gift to them seemed to bring out something more.

“Here,” I handed them each a small box, wrapped in birthday wrapping, “These are from me. I hope they show you just how much the two of you mean to me.”

“Thank You, Steven,” They said in unison.

Shayla quickly tore the wrapping off of her box, while Selena meticulously unwrapped it, being careful not to damage the paper. As they opened the small black jewelry boxes they held, their eyes lit up. They pulled out the matching bracelets, each with part of a heart on it, and each with their own name on it.

“Oh, Thank You, Steven!” Shayla hugged me.

“Um, Shay,” Selena looked at her bracelet quizzically, holding up her part to Shayla’s, “I think we’re missing a part…”

Shayla looked at the pieces, confused. The two parts of the heart formed the “curves” in the heart, but the lower “point” was missing.

“Um, Steven…” Shayla began.

“Oh, right,” I pulled the third bracelet out of my pocket and put it on my wrist, holding my piece, which had my name on it, up to their parts to form a full heart, “There, now it’s complete.”

I hadn’t really known why it felt like the perfect gift when I’d bought it. My first thought when I’d seen it online was that it was like something you’d get a girlfriend, or a best friend, a shared reminder of the love between you. Even though I browsed online for another two hours trying to find the perfect gift for my sisters, the bracelets kept calling me back to them. By the time I’d decided to buy them, it just felt right.

“Awe, that’s adorable,” Mom laughed.

Both Shayla and Selena began to tear up.

“Steven! Thank You so MUCH!” Selena cried, hugging me tightly.

Shayla joined in, for once not pushing her sister aside, but hugging me along with her, “You’re the best brother EVER!”

Their hug was tighter than any they’d given me before. I truly didn’t expect this response, but I wasn’t going to complain.

Over the next couple hours our guests mingled, then they started to head home, and by six o’clock, they had all left.

“Well,” Mom stated, “Now that everyone’s gone, why don’t you three go upstairs and change out of your swim clothes and help take down these decorations.”

“Okay,” Mom,” Selena beamed, nearly hopping up the stairs.

“Mom,” Shayla asked, “Can I swim a few more laps before we take down the decorations.”

“You know our rule about swimming alone,” Mom replied.

“What if Steven stays out there with me? Please, Mom,” Shayla begged.

“Okay, if Steven agrees,” Mom sighed.

“Please, Steven. Come swim with me some more,” she looked at me again with her cute anime-esque eyes glittering. She was just too cute to say no.

“Okay,” I wrapped an arm around her, “How could I deny my baby sister when she’s so adorable?

We walked outside together and jumped into the pool.

“Thank you for coming back in here with me, Steven,” Shayla smiled as she swam up to me.

“I never knew you liked swimming so much,” I replied as she gave me a big hug.

Her swimsuit was tight against her body, so when she hugged me, I could feel every inch of her boobs pressed tightly against me, including her nipples, which were poking out. Was she… aroused?

“How do you think I lost all that weight?” she asked, “I try to swim at least twenty laps a day, fifty on the weekends.”

She swam away from me, doing the backstroke around the outside of the pool all the way back to me, “Like so.”

She grabbed onto me again, holding herself afloat. However, she was still just close enough that her breasts barely caressed my chest. Suddenly, she tackled me, as if trying to push me underwater, but she only ended up pushing me backward. As we floated, her on top of me, pushing her boobs tight against my chest, I felt her hand brush against my…

“That didn’t take long,” she grinned, grabbing my erection. She pushed me toward the side of the pool near the house until I was against the side. From this angle, I knew nobody in the house could see either of us.

“Shay, what are you doing?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Shhhhhh,” she whispered, “I’ve been wanting this for a long time.”

She pressed close to me, her chest tight against mine, and pressed our lips together. I didn’t resist. Why didn’t I resist? Was I just in so much shock I couldn’t? Or did I secretly really want this?

As she kissed me, Shayla reached into my swimsuit, and pulled my cock out of it.

“I know you want me, and I need this, Steven,” She held my cock in her hand, rubbing it against her pussy, with only the crotch of her swimsuit between us, “Please, say yes.”

For a second, I didn’t say anything. Why was I hesitating. I should say no. I should pull away. I should tell our parents that she needs help. I should ravage her pussy with all my might…. Where did that thought come from? Being aroused by my sexy sisters was one thing, but that? That didn’t even sound like me. Or did it? Was being so close to my adorable, curvaceous sister awakening something inside me? A desire to…

“Steven?” Shayla was still holding my cock, but had stopped rubbing herself with it. I could see she had tears building in her eyes, “Please don’t tell Mom and Dad. I don’t know what I was…”

I pressed my lips to hers in a sudden, passionate kiss. My mind stopped thinking. I was only feeling. I spun us both around so fast that my cock slipped from her grasp.

With Shayla now pinned up against the wall, me holding her there, I looked into her eyes, which were now filled with a mix of fear and desire, “Shayla, I love you, and would never do anything to hurt you,” I could see tears beginning to fill her eyes, so I placed a hand gently on her cheek, “So I have to ask, do you truly want this?”

She was still for a moment, looking into my eyes, but then finally replied, smiling, “Yes Steven, I want this… I want you.”

With her consent firm, I pressed our bodies close, kissing her neck. As I did, I placed a hand between her legs, pulled the fabric of her swimsuit aside, placed the head of my cock at her slit, and pushed into her.

“Ohhhhhmmmmm!” She moaned as I penetrated her, “Steven, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

“I love you, Shayla,” I whispered into her ear, then leaned back, holding onto the side of the pool, pushing myself all the way into her.

Her pussy was so tight around my member, tighter than I’d even expected. She clung firmly to my shoulders as I thrust over and over into her love hole. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as I felt her canal contract around my erection, holding it even tighter. Even so, I kept thrusting, pushing in over and over with all I had.

“Shayla,” I whispered quietly, “Oh, Shayla. I never knew… Never knew how you felt…”

I gently slid one hand along her arms, then her chest, as my other hand held onto the pool side. Over and over I thrust into my sister’s pussy, looking into her eyes, occasionally kissing her neck, cheeks, and lips. And, over and over I felt her muscles hug my cock, trying to keep me inside her longer and longer.

“Only Lena knew,” she whispered between moans, “She wants you just as bad.”

Suddenly it dawned on me that Selena was feeling everything I was doing to her sister. Every thrust, every kiss, every caress. The thought that it was almost like I was fucking both of my sisters at the same time drove me into a frenzy of thrusts that I didn’t know was possible.

With my impending climax racing forward, I kissed Shayla on the lips, then whispered, “I love you, Shay.”

“I love you, too, Steven,” she whispered in reply, tears still in her eyes.

“Selena,” I whispered, “I hope you can feel this.”

I thrust hard and deep into Shayla’s pussy, grabbing her by the waist and pushing her hard down onto me as my climax exploded into her. She screamed, clamping both hands over her mouth as I spewed my semen into her. I was pushing so hard into her I could feel the tip of my cock pressing tightly against what I knew to be her cervix. If she wasn’t on any kind of birth control, I was sure to get her pregnant with as much cum as I was pumping nearly directly into her womb.

Shayla and I held tightly onto each other as our orgasms slowly waned. As we did, I quickly grabbed the side of the pool with one hand, so we didn’t drift into view of the house. As my breathing slowly steadied, the realization of what we’d just done… What I’d just done, came flooding over me.

I hugged Shayla tightly, tears welling up in my eyes, “I’m sorry. Oh, Shayla, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t…”

“Thank You, Steven,” Shayla whispered, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I wanted this, remember. I wanted you. I love you, Steven, more than a sister should.”

Just then, I heard the house door open.

“Steven, Shayla, come help your sister clean up from the party,” Mom shouted.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, “Okay, be there in a minute.”

When I heard the house door shut, Shayla and I hugged each other tightly again. She kissed me on the lips softly, “Thank you, again. Let’s not keep Lena waiting.”

We slowly swam over to the ladder and climbed out, after straightening up our swimsuits, of course. As we entered the house, Selena was stomping down the stairs, an angry glower on her face. She’d already changed out of her swimsuit into her night clothes, a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

“Shay!” she nearly screamed, but upon seeing me, she stopped. I could see she had been crying. Without a word, I walked up to her and gave her the biggest hug I ever have. At first, she flinched, but settled into my arms quickly, crying into my shoulder.

“I love you, Selena,” I whispered.

“I love you, too, Steven,” she whimpered.

I released my embrace as Mom came around the corner.

“Selena? Is something wrong?” Mom asked

She shook her head, drying her eyes, “No, mom. I’m fine,” she took a deep breath, “Thank you, Steven. I’m so glad you’re here.”

She slunk away into the living room and started taking the birthday decorations down. I followed her, and the three of us quickly disassembled all our hard work from earlier that day. Once we had removed all the decorations and thrown most of the disposable ones away, I went upstairs to change out of my swimsuit.

Just as I’d put on my sweatpants, which I normally wear to bed, my door opened, Selena crept in, then closed the door behind her. She walked over to my bed and sat down. I put my T-shirt on, sat down next to her, and she leaned onto my arm.

“I’m sorry I was so mad earlier,” she began to cry.

I wrapped an arm around her, “I hope it wasn’t… something I did.”

She nuzzled into my shoulder, “Steven, I’m not mad at you, I want you to know that. But… I know what you and Shay did… I felt it…”

I kissed the top of her head, “I knew you would. I didn’t know it would upset you…”

“That’s not the problem,” she cut me off, “Shay and I had talked about telling you how we felt. We were going to tell you together, after the party,” she started whimpering, “but then Shay’s dumb ass goes and hogs all the attention as normal…”

She began to sob.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, letting her cry into my chest

“Steven,” she looked into my eyes, “Shay and I… the way we love you… It’s not the way sisters should feel… We don’t just love you… We’re in love with you. We have been for a long time…”

“Selena…” I wasn’t quite sure what to say. Until that day, I’d never thought about my sisters as anything other than just that: my sisters. And even after I realized I’d started having sexual feelings for them, I was taken aback by Shayla’s forceful actions in the pool.

Suddenly, I snapped back to reality as Selena pressed our lips together in a soft, sweet, romantic kiss. I gently placed my hand on the back of her head, and kissed her back.

After a moment, she pulled away slowly, “Steven… I never expected you to actually return our feelings… I mean, even though we’ve always been close when you were around, we’ve hardly ever spent more than a weekend together.”

I gently took her hands in mine, “Selena, I know it may seem weird. I’ve always

known I loved you, both if you, as my baby sisters. But it never occurred to me that I could love you any other way. When you were little, I would have done anything to protect you. When I went off to grad school, I felt like I was abandoning you, which is why I came home as often as I could. Even after I got my PhD and started working at the university, I missed you both every day. Why do you think I call or message you daily? The two of you have always been the most important people in my life. I just never thought of it romantically, because you were my sisters.”

Selena smiled, “And now? What changed?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, “but when I saw the two of you this morning… that was the first time I’d had any… sexual thoughts… about you, either of you. I tried to brush them off, but when Shay came on to me in the pool… I don’t know, it just felt… right.”

Selena looked away, “Would it have felt right if it had been me instead?”

I gently placed a hand on her cheek, guiding her to look back toward me, “It kind of was you as well. Knowing you would feel everything Shay and I did, made it feel like you were there, too. I wanted you to feel it.”

She smiled, “I appreciate that, but it’s not exactly the same. I couldn’t feel the physical sensations, exactly. Like, when you… went inside her… I felt the pleasure associated with it, but I had to… use my fingers… to actually feel something in there…” her cheeks were turning bright red.

I kissed her lips softly, “Then feel that. Selena, I never wanted you to feel left out. I didn’t consider that you might be upset about… what happened.”

She smiled, nuzzling my cheek, “It’s okay. I just wish Shay knew how I felt.”

At that moment, Mom called up from the bottom of the stairs, “Selena! Steven! Dinner’s ready.”

“Okay, be down in a sec!” I called back.

Selena smiled, laughing a bit, “We’d better go.”

I kissed her once more, “Whatever happens between you, me, and Shay, I want you to be comfortable and happy, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Steven,” she hugged me tightly before hopping up and scampering out of my room.

I slowly followed her, and we went down the stairs nearly at the same time. Shayla was already downstairs, still in her swimsuit.

“I’m going to swim a few laps after dinner,” she explained when she saw me inquisitively eying her.

“Aren’t you supposed to wait a bit to go swimming after eating?” Selena criticized.

“Actually,” I informed them, “There’s been multiple studies in the past few decades showing that there is actually no risk to swimming after eating any amount. However, you should wait to swim after drinking alcohol, but that’s not something you girls should have to worry about yet.”

We all gathered around the dinner table. Mom and Dad were already at the table, in their usual spots, and there was already two of Mom’s famous home made pizzas on the table, one Pepperoni, and the other Supreme. As I sat down next to Dad, where I usually did, Selena scampered quickly to sit next to me. However, Shayla pushed her out of the way, trying to sit next to me first.

“Hey!” Selena shouted as I caught her before she fell to the floor.

“That’s my chair,” Shayla argued.

“Why do you always get to sit next to Steven when he’s here?” Selena cried.

Mom looked over to Dad for help, but he was already grabbing for a slice of Supreme Pizza, ignoring the ruckus.

“Girls,” Mom sighed, “Please don’t fight at the dinner table. Selena, just let your sister sit next to your brother.”

I could see the pain in Selena’s eyes as she skulked over to the other seat in defeat. Shayla’s face was full of conceit as she smiled happily. I couldn’t let Selena’s pain go.

“Shayla, switch seats with me,” I commanded, standing up.

Mom, Shayla, and Selena all looked at me in surprise. I placed a hand on Shayla’s shoulder, “Please.”

She instantly stood up, “Okay.”

As we switched seats, and I sat between the twins, Selena’s eyes lit up, with tears building up.

She quickly wiped away the tears, “Thank you, Steven.”

I gently placed a hand on her shoulder as well, “Any time.”

I looked over to Shayla, to see if she had an issue with the seating rearrangement, but since she was already ferociously tearing at a slice of pepperoni pizza, I figured she was fine. As I got myself a slice of pizza, Mom caught my eye.

“Thank You,” she mouthed silently.

As we ate, I noticed how much Shay took after our dad. And I realized that the times she had eaten more than she had intended, Dad was always involved somehow.

At the party, she had eaten at least two additional slices of cake, simply because Dad had offered them to her. And the Oreos she’d eaten both at the party and earlier that morning, Dad had shared them with her. I bet even the bags of chips she’d eaten last night Dad had probably been there.

It was no wonder she had been having trouble losing weight. I wished I could do something to help, but as long as the twins were living with Dad, there was nothing I could do.

“Hey, Steven,” Shayla poked me, “You okay? You haven’t even finished one slice of pizza.”

I shook out of my thought daze. Almost all the pizza was gone already. Only one slice of Supreme and two of Pepperoni remained.

“Yeah, sorry,” I smiled, I was just thinking.

Both twins laughed.

“You do that a lot,” Selena nudged my shoulder with hers.

“Well,” Mom replied, “He is smarter than all of us. I’d be worried if he stopped thinking so much.”

Dad glared at Mom, but said nothing.

“Here,” Selena slid a plate with two slices of Supreme on it in front of me, “I saved these for you, so Dad and Shay wouldn’t eat it all.”

I could feel my heart beating faster; Selena had always been such a sweetheart, “Thank you, Selena.”

She blushed, “You’re welcome.”

As I finished my slices of pizza, Dad and Shayla consumed the remaining slices in the middle of the table. After we all cleaned up from dinner, Shayla went back out to the pool, with Mom agreeing to go out and watch her. Selena and I returned to our rooms to get ready for bed, and Dad stayed downstairs, probably eating more snacks.

*Knock Knock*

It had been about ten minutes since I’d gotten to my room and had lain back on my bed to chill, scrolling through social media on my phone.

“Steven,” Selena’s voice came through my door, “Can I come in?”

I Stood up and opened the door, “Of course.”

Selena entered, and we sat next to each other on the bed.

“What’s up?” I asked, gently rubbing her back.

“I wanted to thank you again for what you did at dinner. Shay’s always getting her way, because nobody wants to upset her. But only you seem to take my feelings into consideration,” she leaned against my shoulder, “So Thank You.”

I kissed her forehead gently, “Always.”

“You know,” she looked away shyly, “Even though Shay ruined our plans, about telling you how we felt, I did enjoy feeling the pleasure you gave her… in the pool…”

I hugged her, “I’m glad you did. I hoped you would.”

“It felt really good,” she blushed hard, “even better than with the last guy she was with,” she clamped her hands over her mouth as if to shut herself up, “I wasn’t supposed to say anything about that…”

“You mean that…” I let the words hang.

“Shay lost her virginity a while back,” she whispered.

“What about you?” I asked, now curious.

Selena blushed bright red, “I… that is… I mean…”

“Lena’s been a good girl,” Shayla interrupted, nearly barging into my room, still in her swimsuit with her pool towel wrapped around her, “She’s afraid to have sex.”

“That’s not fair, I am not afraid,” Selena began to get angry, “I’m tired of you always being such an attention whore!”

Obviously hurt by her sister’s comment, Shayla grabbed her sister by the arm, “I am not!”

“YOU ARE TOO!” Selena tried to shove back, but I intervened, pulling them both apart, wrapping one arm around the shoulder of each twin.

“Both of you, stop!” I shouted, then regained my calm, “both of you, sit down! Please.”

They each sat on opposite ends of my bed as I closed the door to my room so our parents wouldn’t hear what we were saying. I sat between them, wrapped an arm around each of them and pulled them to me in an awkward hug.

“You two are both very special to me. So I want you to understand that everything I’m about to say comes from a place of love,” I kissed them each on the top of their head, first Selena, then Shayla, “Shayla, I know you don’t mean to, but you do always butt in when Selena is talking, or getting more attention than you,”

“I do no…” I kissed Shayla gently on the lips to stop her talking.

“Shhhh, let me finish. We really upset Selena with what we did earlier, in the pool. She told me about how the two of you had planned to tell me how you felt, together. But you couldn’t control yourself, and I’ll admit, I got wrapped up in the moment, and didn’t think how Selena may feel, because of the connection the two of you share,” I turned my head to face Selena, “Selena, I’m sorry for my part in hurting you.”

“It’s okay, Steven,” she blushed, “I’m not that upset about it.”

“Okay,” I kissed her lips sweetly, “I know you often feel overlooked when Shayla butts in and takes the attention off of you,” I looked at Shayla, “and you know you do. Everyone knows you do, but they don’t want to hurt your feelings so they don’t say anything,” I hugged her tightly with the arm around her, “I don’t want to hurt you either, but you need to hear this,” I turned back to Selena, “and you know Shayla has problems with self control,” Shay started to protest, but I turned to her, “Two bags of chips and half a pack of Oreos in one night,” causing her to blush, looking ashamed. I turned back to Selena, “she’s been working so hard trying to control her eating issues, but something in this house is making that very hard for her.”

“Dad,” Shayla muttered under her breath.

Selena looked down for a moment, then looked at her sister, “Shay, I’m sorry I haven’t been supporting you more with breaking your habits. I’ve been focused on myself so much, and how you’ve been making me feel that I never realized how hard it is for you.”

Shayla reached over and stroked her twin’s face, “I’m sorry, too, Lena, I didn’t realize I was making you feel so bad. Sometimes I do get jealous when you start getting more attention. I know it’s an issue I need to work on, but it’s so hard with…” she looked away, lowering her hand from Selena’s face.

Selena took her twin’s hand in hers, “I’ll help you be better, Shay. I promise.”

“I’ll try to take your feelings into account more, too, Lena.”

The two hugged tightly, then Shay got a strange look in her eye as she looked at her sister, “I know you must be all pent up with sexual desire after what Steven and I did together. I’m sorry I broke our deal and fucked him before we told him how we both felt,” She took her sister by the hand and pulled her toward the door, “Let me make it up to you by servicing that delicious honey pot of yours.”

She opened the door and pulled her sister out and into their own room, closing their door behind them.

I sat on my bed, whiplash setting in at how fast things had turned around, and the direction they took. I’d meant to only help my sisters overcome a little trouble they were having, but how did it turn into…

The twins’ door opened and they both reentered my room.

“Come on, Steven,” they each took me by a hand and pulled me into their room, closing and locking their door behind us.

“Did you really think we’d let you sit out there alone while we have all the fun?” Shayla laughed.

At first glance, the twins room seemed to be your typical teenage girl’s room: posters of various celebrities and music bands on the walls, lots of whites and pinks and frills on the bed, with some lavenders and darker purples here and there, and even a disused Barbie dream house tucked away in the corner.

However, even though they had a single queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, which they’d shared since they were young, the room was obviously divided down the middle. One side, obviously Shayla’s, was filled with plushy stuffed animals, older toys on display, and a disorderly desk with a Purple desktop computer from the early 00’s on it. The other, Selena’s, was meticulously cleaned, all reminders of childhood removed, save for a single ten year old photo of the twins. Her desk, which mirrored her sister’s, was pristine, with papers stacked in an orderly file, and not even a speck of dust visible, even on the computer, which was just as old as Shayla’s.

“We want you to be a part of our fun time,” Selena blushed, “Now that you know how we feel, and it’s obvious you have feelings for us, too.”

“Although I did say I was going to treat your love box to a good devouring,” Shayla looked at Selena, “So how about Steven fucks me from behind as I do?”

“No fair,” Selena protested, “Steven already fucked you. Why should you get to have him do it again when you’re the one who broke our deal?”

Shayla sighed, “What if Steven just licked me, while I lick you?”

Selena crossed her arms, “I want Steven to eat me out.”

“Well What about…” Shayla began to retort.

“Both of you, stop it!” I ordered sternly, but quietly, trying to not alert our parents, “If you’re both going to argue, then I will decide who does what. I’m your ‘big brother’ and you will do as I say. Now, both of you lie on the bed.”

The twins’ eyes went wide, but their other reactions were quite opposite of each other. Shayla’s face was full of excitement, grinning like a fool. Selena on the other hand was terrified, tears beginning to fall from her eyes.

“S… Steven….” She whimpered.

I suddenly broke from my dominant persona and wrapped my arms around her, “Oh, Selena, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to upset you. I was just playing… You know… to have fun with you two…”

Selena hugged me back, “It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting that… Big Brother.”

I smiled, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She nodded, “Yes, Big Brother. I just got overwhelmed with emotions for a moment. I’m okay, now. I’d like to… have fun… with you.”

“Okay,” I kissed her cheek gently, then released our hug.

“Um…” Selena stammered, “If we’re going to be… um… doing that kind of playing… Should we select… safe words… for when we start to get uncomfortable?”

“Do we really need them?” Shayla asked, “I don’t think Steven would make us do anything too uncomfortable or dangerous, would you?”

I smiled, “Shay, you know I would never do anything to intentionally make you truly uncomfortable, but I might accidentally start going too far, well, further than one or both of you would like, so to make sure we understand each other’s comfort zones, it would be better if you both had a safe word.”

Shayla thought about it for a moment, “Okay.”

“Um, Steven,” Selena sighed, “I don’t know what kind of safe word I want to use. Would it be okay if I just say, ‘I’m uncomfortable with this,’ and you trust that I mean it?”

I placed a hand gently on her shoulder, “Of course, sweetheart. If that’s what makes you more comfortable.

“I know what I want my safe word to be!” Shayla beamed.

I placed a hand gently on Shayla’s shoulder, “Sorry, Shay, but I already selected your safe word. To help keep you on track with keeping your self control, your safe word will be ‘Oreos’.”

Selena laughed, “That’s good. I like it.”

Shayla’s face fell slightly, “But, why use a word that makes me feel ashamed?”

“I don’t want to make you feel ashamed,” I hugged her, “I want you to understand why I do what I do. Using a word that reminds you of your failure of self control should motivate you to do better in the future.”

Shayla sighed, looking away for a moment, then looked back, “Okay. I know you just want what’s best for me…Big Brother.”

I kissed both twins softly on the lips, first Selena, then Shayla, “I love you both, very much.”

The twins looked at each other, then smiled, and in unison, replied, “We love you, too.”

“Alright, first,” I smiled, “Help each other undress.”

The twins each quickly disrobed, Selena helping Shayla take off her swimsuit and Shayla helping Selena take off her night clothes.

Selena looked at her own body, shyly, “Only Shay’s seen me naked since Mom stopped giving us baths when we were kids,” she looked at me, shakily, “I hope you like my body… Big Brother.”

Seeing my sisters’ naked bodies for the first time since they’d grown up, I really noticed more differences in them. For one, even though they both had large breasts, Selena’s were smaller than her sisters, by at least a full cup size, and tipped with quarter-sized pink nipples, Shayla’s were obviously larger, tipped with puffy reddish-brown nipples that were at least twice the size of Selena’s. Despite the differences, I found both pairs of bosom to be magnificent, worthy of a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, hey,” Selena giggled, blushing, as I caressed one of her breasts in one of my hands and one of her sister’s in my other hand.

“Mmmmmmm,” Shayla moaned, “That feels nice.”

Another difference that was glaringly obvious was their pussies. Shayla’s was completely shaven, obviously recently with how smooth it was. Her labia were longer than her sisters, which were practically invisible, and her clit was easily visible even without touching her. Selena’s pussy was nearly the opposite, with an untamed bush over top of it, smaller labia that hid inside the cleft of her vulva, and no visual sign of her clit at all, hinting that it was as shy as Selena.

I gently rubbed my hands down my sisters’ bodies until they came to rest on their pussies. Selena giggled more, then moaned along with her twin as I gently massaged their mounds.

“Oh, Steven…” Shayla moaned, “I mean… big brother.”

Selena giggled, then moaned, then giggled more as I rubbed their bodies.

“Okay,” I placed one hand on each of their backs, “lie on the bed.”

My cute sisters climbed onto their bed and lay down next to each other, holding hands. For just a second, they looked into each others eyes, smiling.

I took off my shirt, then my pants, and finally my boxers. Both twins ogled me for a moment.

“Oh, wow,” Selena gaped, blushing, “I mean… um…”

“Our big brother has a nice one, doesn’t he?” Shayla commented.

Selena blushed, “I… I wouldn’t know. I have nothing to compare it to…”

“Really?” I teased, walking up to the bed, “You must have seen one on the internet before.”

Selena blushed, “Well… yeah… but you never know what’s real on there… I’ve never seen… a real one before.”

“Well, here,” I took them both by a hand, “sit up and get a good look.”

My twin sisters sat up and examined my member, which was super hard by now. Shayla confidently wrapped a hand around it, gently squeezing it.

“Here, Lena,” she grinned, “Feel it.”

Selena timidly followed her sister’s example, “Wow. It feels… different than I expected.”

“Just wait until it’s inside you,” Shayla grinned, “It feels soooo good.”

Selena started to seem worried, “Are you… are you going to put it in us tonight?”

I gently placed a hand on her cheek, “Only if that’s what you want, Selena.”

“You should do it Lena,” Shayla insisted, “I ruined our plans by having him do it to me, so it’s your turn.”

“I…” Selena looked embarrassed, “I don’t think I’m ready for that, yet…”

I knelt down, my cock slipping from their grasp, and gently kissed Selena’s cheek, “That’s okay, sweetheart. There’s a lot more we can do.”

“Okay,” Selena excitedly whispered.

Shayla nudged her sister with her shoulder, “You’ll get there, sis.”

“Okay,” I commanded, “Lay back down, and scoot closer to each other.”

They did what I asked, scooting close so that their legs were tight against each other. They held hands again, this time entwining their arms as well.

“As your big brother, it’s my job to ensure the two of you are taking care of yourselves,” I leaned over the bed, positioning my head at their precious places, “First, I need to inspect how well you maintain your lower region.”

Selena blushed and giggled as I gently rubbed her slit, then moaned as I probed inside.

“Oh, Steven!” she gasped as I licked her gently.

After “examining” her for about a minute, I gently kissed her slit one last time, “You’ve done a wonderful job at keeping yourself clean. Although we could shave this bush back a bit.”

Selena blushed, “If that’s what you want, big brother, but I may need help. I’ve never shaved down there before.”

“I can help you, Lena,” Shayla smiled, “I’ve been wanting to shave you for a while anyway.”

Selena turned bright red, “O… okay.”

Shayla leaned over and gave her sister a quick peck on the cheek, causing Selena to squirm as her neck and chest began to flush red.

“Awww,” Shayla cooed, “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, Lena.”

“Stop It,” Selena looked away.

“Shay, stop teasing your sister,” I ordered. Shayla looked disappointed until I continued with, “That’s my job,” as I began gently rubbing Selena’s sensitive nether regions again.

“Oh, Big Brother,” Selena moaned, “That’s not nice.”

I kept gently rubbing Selena’s pussy as I began kissing Shayla’s thighs, drawing out a moan from her as well. I began evaluating Shayla’s love hole with my other hand, While her pussy was very neat on the outside, very smooth, possibly even waxed, the inside of her pussy still had remnants of my cum from earlier. This didn’t stop me from kissing and licking her as I had her sister, however.

“Shayla,” I began sternly, “You must do a better job cleaning inside yourself,” Shayla looked confused for a moment until I pulled out a cumy finger, “You still have some of my seed inside you.”

“Big Brother,” she began to protest, “I haven’t had time to…”

*Slap*

“Ohhhmmmm,” she moaned as I interrupted her with a quick, gentle, slap on the side of her butt.

“Are you talking back to your Big Brother?”

“I was just…”

*Slap*

“OWMmmm,” she moaned again as I spanked her again.

“Am I going to have to get a crop to discipline you with?”

At the mention of it, Shayla bit her lip seductively, “Oh, no, Big Brother, I don’t want that… at all.”

She obviously was excited by the prospect.

I crawled onto my knees on the bed, one knee between each sister’s legs, straddling the legs they had touching, “I think I will need one for you, bratty sister,” I gently placed a hand on each of my sisters’ pussies, causing them to moan, “But until then, I’ll have to come up with a way to punish you when you misbehave.”

I gently slid a finger into each of their slits. Both their hips pushed up at the same time.

“Oh, Big Brother,” Shayla moaned.

“MMMMmmm,” Selena added.

As I began sliding my fingers in and out of them, their moans grew louder. I didn’t want them to get too loud, so I slowed, then slid my fingers out.

“Awwww,” Shayla sighed, “Don’t stop.”

“Are you complaining about what your Big Brother is doing?” I asked.

Shayla bit her lip, then nodded, “Now you have to punish me, right?”

I laughed, “I guess I do. Selena, you’ve been the obedient sister, would you care to decide what your sister’s punishment should be?”

Selena blushed, “I…. I don’t know…”

“Well,” I gently rubbed my palms against their mounds, “Normally I’d just tie you up and have my way with you,” Shayla’s eyes lit up,” but your sister wouldn’t like it if we did that right now, would she?”

Selena’s face looked a little upset, “I… It’s not up to me… You’re our Big Brother…”

I slowly stood up, then crawled next to Selena, laying next to her, placing a hand on her cheek, “Selena, I’m not asking as your ‘Big Brother’ right now. I’m asking as the man who loves you and your sister more than anything in the world. Would you be upset if I punished her like that?”

Selena looked away for a moment, looking at her sister, then looked back at me, “I don’t think I’d be comfortable with that, right now.”

I kissed her cheek gently, “Okay. We’ll come up with something else.”

“Actually,” Selena rolled onto her side, facing me, and curled up slightly, “I think I’d rather stop… playing… for now. I mean, I’ve had fun… And I really enjoyed it… but I…”

“Shhhhh,” I kissed her lips softly, “You don’t need to explain yourself. However you feel is valid, love.”

“Awwww,” Shayla bemoaned, “I wanted to be punished.”

I laughed, “Don’t worry, you’ll get your punishment next time.”

I stood up, and the twins did, too. We all shared a naked hug, and I kissed them each on the lips, “I’m glad you had fun, Selena.”

“I did,” she smiled, nuzzling my neck, “I was just getting a little overwhelmed. I’ve never even imagined doing this.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart” I kissed her forehead, “We can take it slow, for you.”

“Well, I’ve fantasized about this for a long time,” Shayla smiled, “Thank you for making my fantasy come true, Steven.”

I kissed her forehead, too, “You’re welcome, love. Well, we should probably go to bed, now. I love you both so much,” I hugged them tightly, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Steven,” Selena smiled happily as we ended our embrace, “I love you, too.”

“I love you, too, Big Brother,” Shayla winked as she walked back to her bed, Goodnight.”

I gathered my clothes, and put them on quickly, “Goodnight.”

After telling Mom goodnight, I returned to my room, closing the door behind me. I undressed, leaving only my boxers on, and slid into bed. Just as I was about to drift off, my door opened, and Shayla slunk in, crawling into my bed with me. She was dressed in a tight light blue T-shirt and pink panties.

“Lena’s asleep,” she whispered, “And I’m ready for my punishment, Big Brother.”

I laughed, smiling as she crawled onto me, looking into my eyes.

“Oreos,” her face suddenly fell, starting to fill with tears as I shut her down with her own safe word.

“But… Steven… Why?” she whimpered, collapsing on top of me in a big mess of tears and hair.

I wrapped my arms around my sister and held her closely, kissing her cheek sweetly, “Shay, my love, this is exactly what you need to work on. You know Selena didn’t want us doing that right now,” I stroked the back of her head as she bawled into my chest, “I love you, but how would Selena feel if she knew you were here, behind her back, trying to do exactly what you did before, in the pool?”

“She…” Shayla cried hard, “She would hate me…”

“So why would you want to do something you know would hurt her?” I placed a hand on her cheek, wiping her tears away.

“I… I don’t…” she sobbed.

“I know you don’t,” I kissed her lips softly, “I could never do anything to hurt either of you. And I know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt your sister. So let’s just say you came in here to say goodnight once more, and then go on back to bed?”

Shayla smiled, still sniffling, a few tears still lining her cheeks, “Okay. Thank you, Steven, for always being so supportive of both Lena and me.”

“Of course,” I kissed her on the lips again, “I love you both very much.”

We hugged each other tightly, then she slid off of me and out of my bed. “Goodnight, Steven,” she whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I whispered back, “Goodnight.”

As she walked into the hallway, I froze as I heard my Dad, who happened to be walking past our rooms, ask, “Shayla? What are you doing up? Why were you in Steven’s room?”

“I was just saying ‘Goodnight’,” she lied.

“Oh, okay, well go on to bed,” Dad dismissed her, heading down the stairs.

“Goodnight, Dad,” Shayla mumbled under her breath.

As soon as I heard the twins’ door close, I quietly rolled out of bed, slid on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, and tiptoed down the stairs after Dad. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I could just see enough into the kitchen to know what Dad was up to… again.

“Really, Dad?!” I exclaimed quietly, not wanting to wake the rest of the house, an angry scowl on my face, “What kind of example are you setting for your daughters?”

“Steven, you…”

“NO!” I barked, holding a chastising finger up to him, “You’ll listen to what I have to say! You know Shayla’s been trying so hard to cut back on her eating and lose weight, but how do you support her? By telling her she’s fat and then stuffing your own face with food?”

“That’s not…”

“I’m not done!” I cut him off again, “Haven’t you realized that the entire reason Shayla has trouble resisting her impulses is because you don’t resist yours? Selena’s constantly being pushed out of the way because her sister can’t control her need for attention, a need you feed by always literally feeding her whatever she wants at any moment.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing as I again held my finger up at him.

“Oreos, Ice Cream, Bags of chips, Cake! I know it’s her birthday, but even so, that’s way too much for anyone to be eating. You’re a menace! The only thing holding this family together is Mom, and even she’s reaching her breaking point. If you can’t suck it up and be a MAN for your daughters, then it’d be better if they didn’t live here.”

“Now, listen here!” Dad began yelling, “You have no authority to tell me what to do in my own house! You don’t even live here anymore, and even if you did, you have no right to tell me how to raise my own daughters!”

“They may be your daughters,” I yelled back, “But they’re my sisters, and I love them too much to let you drag them down anymore. If you won’t do what’s right by them, I’ll let them come live with me.”

“You can’t do that,” he yelled, “They’ll be going to college in a few months, and if they want me to pay for it, then they’ll be staying here.”

I burst out laughing, “How oblivious are you?” I pointed to the acceptance letters on the fridge; acceptance letters from the college I worked at, “You obviously don’t even pay attention to your children’s educational careers. Both of them have Full-ride scholarships to Eastwood Tech, where I work!”

“I don’t have to put up with your disrespect anymore. I want you to leave,” Dad sneered, “Tonight!”

“I would,” I took a deep breath to try and calm down, “if I were only thinking about myself like you do. But I would never do that to the girls. But I will offer to let them come back to my apartment with me. Tonight.”

I started back up the stairs as Dad laughed, “You wouldn’t dare.”

On the way up, I saw Shayla peering around the corner at the top of the stairs. As I got closer, I motioned for her to go to her room. I followed her in and closed the door behind us.

“Steven…” she began, but I interrupted her with a hug.

“I’m sorry you had to hear all that,” I whispered, since Selena was still fast asleep.

“Steven,” she began again, hugging me back, “That was…” she paused, “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I laughed quietly, unsure how to respond, “Okay… Thanks?”

“Would you really take us with you back to your apartment?” she asked, holding me tightly.

“Absolutely,” I released our embrace, “If that’s what you want.”

She nodded immediately, “Yes, I do.”

“Okay,” I kissed her cheek, “Go pack some clothes and whatever you want to take with you tonight. We can come back later and get the rest once Dad’s had time to cool off.”

Shayla nodded, turning around, “What about Selena? I won’t leave without her.”

“Neither will I,” I agreed, “Go ahead and start packing for her too. I’ll wake her up and ask her if this is what she wants.”

As Shayla set about gathering and packing, I quietly walked over to Selena’s side of the bed and kneeled down next to her. She was so adorable when she was asleep. I gently kissed her cheek, but she didn’t stir.

“Lena’s a deep sleeper,” Shayla informed me, “You’ll have to do more than that.”

I gently tried to shake her, and she began to mumble, “Whass goin on?”

“Selena,” I placed a hand on her cheek as her eyes opened halfway, “I want you and Shayla to come back with me to my apartment.”

“Okay,” she mumbled, “But why wake me up to tell me that?”

“Selena,” I shook her again a little harder, “I want you to come with me tonight. Now.”

“I want to cum together with you, tooooo,” she was still completely out of it.

“Lena,” Shayla came over and forced her to sit up, holding her by her back.

Selena’s eyes fully opened, “Shay? What are you doing?”

“Steven’s offering to save us from Dad,” Shayla bluntly replied, “I want to go with him back to his apartment, but not without you.”

“Shay,” Selena placed a hand on her sister’s cheek, smiling, “I want to cum with you both…” she shook her head gently, slowly realizing what we had been saying, “I mean, I want to go with you… to Steven’s apartment.”

“Good,” Shayla and I said simultaneously, causing Selena to giggle.

“Okay,” I placed a hand on Shayla’s shoulder, “You two finish packing, I’m going to get my things together and explain to Mom what’s going on.”

She nodded, smiling. As I entered the hallway, I saw Mom standing in the doorway to her and Dad’s bedroom. She beckoned me over and I quietly, but quickly, obeyed.

“I heard you and your father downstairs,” she whispered. She didn’t seem upset, or even worried, just tired, “I know you want to take the girls back with you, and I won’t stop you if that’s what they want, too. They’re adults now, and can make their own decisions. Just promise me you’ll take care of them. They’re still young and need guidance.”

I hugged Mom, “I promise. I will always look after them.”

“Thank You, Steven,” She returned my hug, “Now hurry, before your father realizes you were serious.”

I quickly returned to my room and gathered everything I had brought with me. I paused for a moment, holding the bracelet that held the piece of heart with my name on it. I had taken it off to go swimming, so I didn’t lose it. I replaced it on my wrist, then went to the twins’ room just as they’d finished packing. Really, Shayla had done all the packing, as Selena was still sitting on the bed with her head down, having dozed off again.

The twins had put on shorts over their panties, but kept their simple night T-shirts on.

“Steven,” Shayla looked worried, “I don’t think Lena can walk on her own.”

“I’ll carry the suitcases,” I slung the arm strap of my suitcase over my shoulder, then grabbed each of their suitcases, “You help Selena.”             

As we got to the bottom of the stairs, Dad, who had been sitting at one of the bar chairs at the counter, stood up and started toward us, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m doing what I said I would,” I retorted.

“If you do this,” he warned, “I’ll call the cops. I’ll tell them you kidnapped my daughters.”

“Dad!” Shayla barked, “We’re eighteen! We’re going willingly. The only thing calling the cops would do is piss them off at you for wasting their time.”

Dad sighed, suddenly calming down as we opened the front door, “You’re right,” he hung his head low, “You’re right, Steven… About everything.”

Was that a tear? Was he… Crying? For Dad to show any kind of emotion other than anger or self-interested cockiness was nearly unheard of.

“It’s too late for that,” I replied unmoved by his newfound humility.

“At least…” his breathing was shaky, “At least let me say goodbye to my girls.”

He was crying. In all the years I’d known him, I’d never seen the man cry. Was this just a trick? Another ploy to try to get me to leave the twins here? No. It didn’t seem like it.

I looked at Shayla, gently holding Selena, who was leaning on her shoulder, eyes half opened, “It’s up to them.”

I could see Shayla was trying her best not to cry. She looked at Dad, and slowly nodded. As Dad approached us, Mom, who had come down the stairs without us noticing, walked up to Dad, and took his hand in hers. They both hugged the girls all together.

“Be good for your big brother,” Mom said, “He will take care of you.”

“Goodbye, my girls,” Dad cried, “I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through.”

He seemed sincere. I had never seen him this way, and it took everything I had not to cry myself. But I knew that if I let myself cry, Shayla and Selena would both cry, too.

Mom hugged me, too, whispering, “Thank You, Steven. I think your father needs this as much as the girls do.”

After we’d all said goodbye, I packed our suitcases into the trunk, got into the car, with the twins in the back seat, and we left. As soon as we got on the road, Shayla wrapped her arm around Selena, who leaned over onto her sister’s shoulder and fell asleep.

After driving for about an hour, at around midnight, I pulled over at a rest stop.

“What’s going on?” Shayla asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, love,” I smiled at her through the rear view mirror, “I’m just very tired. I need to sleep at least a few hours before I continue driving. The adrenaline from the excitement got me this far, but now I need sleep.”

“Okay,” she yawned, “I think I should sleep, too.”

I parked the car in a parking space, made sure the doors were locked, leaned my seat back a bit, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

*

“What? Where are we? What’s going on?” Selena’s voice woke me up as she began to panic.

“Lena, Relax,” Shayla tried to calm her twin, “Steven’s taking us back to his apartment, remember?”

“Uh..Oh,” Selena’s breath calmed, “That wasn’t a dream?”

“No, darlin’,” I smiled at my sisters through the mirror as I sat up the seat, “You two don’t have to worry about Dad, or anything, anymore.”

Selena smiled, letting out a sigh of relief, “Finally,” she leaned onto her sister’s shoulder again, tears forming in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Shayla asked.

Selena smiled, “Nothing,” She hugged her sister, “I’m just so glad to finally be free.”

I looked at my phone. 6:04. I smiled at my sisters, “Who’s hungry?”

“Me!” Shayla bounced excitedly, then looked down, concerned, “Sorry, it’s instinct.”

I laughed, “There’s nothing wrong with being excited about eating, Shay. Just don’t let your enjoyment of food coerce you into over eating.”

She smiled, “Okay. Thanks.”

I started the car, made sure we were all buckled up, then left the rest stop.

As we got onto the highway, Selena kissed her sister’s cheek, “I love you, Shay.”

Shayla looked quizzically at her sister, “What’d I do?”

Selena laughed, “You’re trying really hard to do better already. And I know you’re doing it for me. You basically carried me to the car last night. Sometimes it feels like you only care about yourself… but I can see now that you really do care about me, too.”

“Of course I do,” Shayla replied, “You’re my little sister, and I love you.”

Selena narrowed her eyebrows, “We’re the same age, Shay.”

“That’s why I said ‘little’ not ‘younger’,” Shayla replied.

“But I’m taller than you,” Selena retorted.

Shayla grinned, “That’s not what I’m talking about. These are,” she poked one of her sister’s boobs.

“HEY!” Selena blushed, defensively grabbing her own boob, “They’re not little.”

I laughed, then in my best mocking ‘parent’ voice, “You kids keep it up and I’m going to turn this car around.”

The twins stopped everything for a second, then, seeing I was grinning at them through the mirror began laughing hysterically. We all laughed for a few minutes, enjoying not having to worry about anyone telling us we were too loud, as our parents often had.

We ended up going through a McDonalds drive through, at Shayla’s request, then continued our trek home. As we entered the city where I live, the twins eyes opened wide, seeing the city for the first time. Their whole life they’d lived in a small rural town whose tallest building was the four story courthouse. As we got closer to the city, the skyscrapers coming into view, I could see the awe on their faces.

“WOW!” Selena gawked, “Do you live in one of those?”

I laughed, “No, my apartment building is only five floors tall. Some of those buildings have over forty floors.”

“Wow!” Shayla agreed with her sister, “It must be amazing living in such a large city.”

“It has its benefits and drawbacks,” I stated, “There’s a lot of nice restaurants a short drive away, but it sometimes gets noisier than I like.”

The brilliance in my sisters’ eyes didn’t dim.

“Thank you so much for bringing us here,” Shayla beamed.

“Yeah, thank you, Steven,” Selena agreed.

Fifteen minutes later, just before eight thirty, we were pulling into one of the residential parking spaces for my apartment building. We got out and walked through the glass doors into the lobby of the building. The building was rather small, five floors with two apartments each and a basement with the laundry room in it. There was a single elevator around which the stairs ascended with two quarter-turns per flight.

“We’re in apartment 4A,” I informed my sisters as we walked in.

“Please tell me the elevator works,” Shayla replied, scurrying up to the elevator doors, her suitcase in hand.

“Of course,” I laughed as the door instantly opened when I pushed the button, “Why wouldn’t it?”

The three of us got in the elevator and took it to the fourth floor. I used my key to unlock the door to the apartment on our left as we exited the elevator. We entered the apartment into our large living room with an open-concept kitchen on the far side of the room. In the middle of the living room was our three-section couch facing our big-screen TV that was mounted on the wall. Next to the couch, angled to also face the TV, was a recliner and a cheaper non-recliner chair.

The room was decorated in various nerdy fandom related items, such as action figures, medieval weaponry, and even a couple white boards with mathematical equations on them that Lyn and I used to work on ideas we had.

“WOW!” both twins exclaimed simultaneously as I placed my keys in the small basket on a table next to the door and closed the door behind us.

“This is bigger than I expected,” Selena gaped.

“It’s awesome!” Shayla nearly screamed.

Just then, my roommate, Lyn, came from the hallway, next to the kitchen, which led to the bathroom and two bedrooms of the apartment. He was dressed in his casual graphics t-shirt, jeans, and a light jacket that he always wore, even in the summer. He eyed the twins quizzically as he approached us.

“Hey,” he greeted us, “I thought you would be gone until tonight.”

“That was the plan,” I sighed, “but putting up with my dad became more hassle than it’s worth. My sisters decided they’d rather not live there anymore, so they’ll be staying with us until we can figure out a more permanent situation.”

Selena nearly hid behind her sister, while Shayla waved, “Hi. I’m Shay. This is Selena. I hope us staying here isn’t a problem.”

“Not at all,” Lyn replied, “Steven’s told us all about how much of a pain your dad is. I was just heading out to go to a movie with Sherman, then we’re meeting Rani and Harold at Dynasty Palace for lunch, if you want to join us.”

As he passed us, grabbing his keys from the basket next to the door, I could see Shayla eying him curiously. Even though both Shayla and Selena were quite a bit shorter than me, Lyn was even shorter than them, around the same height as our dad.

“That sounds fun!” Shayla beamed.

Selena nodded, but said nothing.

“Okay, we’ll meet you there,” I agreed.

“Great. See you later,” Lyn smiled as he left.

Just as the door shut, Shayla began laughing. Selena joined in, and quickly we were all laughing hysterically. I collapsed onto the middle cushion of the couch, and my sisters each sat next to me, Selena on my left, and Shayla on my right.

“We finally did it,” Shayla purred, snuggling against my side as I wrapped my arm around them.

“We finally got away from Dad,” Selena chirped happily, cuddling against me.

“What’s more,” I kissed them each on the top of the head, “We’re finally together… actually together.”

We sat there for several minutes, just enjoying the freedom we all had gained. The twins were free to begin living their lives without being held back by Dad’s bad habits, and I was free from ever having to see the man again if I didn’t want to.

“What about Mom?” Selena asked, as if responding to my thoughts, “I know Dad’s been a big problem in our lives, but I don’t want to cut Mom out.”

Shayla reached across me and gently stroked her twin’s face, “We’ll still see Mom. Even if she doesn’t leave Dad, I’m sure Mom will visit us sometime.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “But even so, visiting Mom would be worth putting up with Dad for a few days. And maybe he’ll take this as motivation to change. Who knows?”

I really didn’t care to see Dad ever again, but I had to agree, I’d miss Mom if we didn’t see her again.

Selena smiled, “You’re right.”

After another minute or so, Selena broke the silence again, “Steven, Shay?”

“Yeah?” I gently stroked her back.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Selena grinned, “I think I’m ready… to play some more…”

Shayla smiled, “Me too.”

I led the girls back down the hallway to my bedroom. Of the two bedrooms in the apartment, mine was slightly larger, large enough for a King-sized bed, which I had splurged on a few years ago.

“Holy crap!” Shayla exclaimed, “Your bed is huge!”

Selena smiled, kicking her shoes off and hopping onto the bed, “That way we all fit comfortably on it, right?”

I laughed, “Honestly, I got the bed a few years ago, when I was dating someone else, but they ended it before we even got to sleep together on it, so it’s just been me in this big bed since.”

“Sounds lonely,” Selena replied, curling up in the middle of the bed.

“Well, I got used to it,” I laughed, taking my shoes off and crawling beside Selena, stroking her arm gently, “Besides, I figured I’d get another girlfriend eventually. But I never expected…”

“Never expected what?” Shayla prodded, taking her shoes off, then crawling un bed with us, snuggling up to her sister as well.

“He never expected his new girlfriend to be us,” Selena answered for me, as if reading my mind.

“Exactly,” I laughed, kissing her cheek.

“You see us as your girlfriends?” Shay asked, raising an eyebrow.

I gently leaned across Selena and placed a hand on Shayla’s cheek, “You two are so much more than that. The connection we all share as siblings is something that no mere girlfriend could hope to have.”

“Yeah,” Selena turned to face her sister, rubbing her body against both of ours as she did, “You and I may share pleasure, but we all share our love.”

“That’s why I got us these,” I held my hand up, letting my heart piece hang from my wrist.

Suddenly, Selena began to panic, “Oh. Oh, no. SHAY! I don’t have my heart piece bracelet,” she began to cry, “I took it off to go swimming and forgot to put it back on and…”

Shayla grabbed her sister’s hand gently with one hand, then held their hands up so Selena could see them. Shayla had both hers and Selena’s bracelet on her wrist.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you leave this behind, did you?” She slid Selena’s bracelet across their joined hands onto her wrist.

Selena hugged her sister tightly, “Thank you, Shay. You’re the best sister ever.”

Shay hugged her sister back, and I hugged them both. I kissed Selena behind her ear, causing her to moan. Shayla kissed Selena’s neck, causing another moan.

“Guys,” Selena moaned, “I um…”

“Shhhhh,” I whispered, laying her onto her back between her sister and me, “I’ve decided on Shayla’s punishment for being disobedient last night. She has to help me make you feel better than you ever have before.”

Shayla smiled, “Gladly, Big Brother.”

Selena blushed, “I love you guys.”

“I love you, Selena,” I kissed her lips gently.

“I love you, Lena,” Shayla followed my example, kissing her sister on the lips.

Selena blushed harder.

“Now, just relax, sweetheart,” I brushed her hair back with my hand, “Let your sister and me take care of you.”

“Okay,” Selena blushed more, smiling.

Shayla began pulling her sister’s shorts off as I slid her shirt over her head. Selena shyly crossed her arms over her boobs, but began to relax when I gently moved them to her sides.

“Relax, love,” I kissed her lips gently, lovingly rubbing her arms.

She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as we kissed, my hands caressing her arms, then her shoulders, then her neck, then down onto her chest. Shayla slid her sister’s panties off, kissing her thighs and calves as she did.

“Shayla,” I placed a hand on her shoulder, “Let’s undress so your sister will feel more comfortable.”

“Okay,” she smiled, immediately freeing her massive melons from her shirt.

Selena opened her eyes, watching us, as I began to undress myself, starting with my shirt, watching my sisters as I did. Shayla smiled at me as she pulled her shorts down, then her panties, and crawled sexily back onto the bed with her naked sister. I took off my pants and boxers, then climbed onto the bed as well. Shayla and I snuggled up to Selena, our naked bodies warm against each other.

“Mmmmm,” Selena moaned, “I love this. Thank you, Steven. Thank you, Shay,” she nuzzled our cheeks as she thanked each of us.

“No thanks are needed, sweetheart,” I kissed her lips softly.

“Yeah,” Shayla agreed, kissing her neck.

Selena began moaning and squirming to our touches as we began caressing her body: her arms, her shoulders, her breasts. Shayla and I kissed our sister’s body as we rubbed.

At the same time, one of each of our hands landed on Selena’s precious pussy. Together we gently massaged and caressed her mound, bringing her moans from tiny whimpers to loud exclamations. I kissed down Selena’s neck, onto her chest, gently kissing and sucking on her nipples. As I did, Shayla began kissing down her sister’s body as well. For a moment, we each were kissing and sucking on Selena’s boobs, me on the right and Shayla on the left. Selena moaned, placing her hands on the back of each of our heads as if holding our heads to her chest.

Shayla kissed my cheek, and when I looked at her, she kissed my lips gently, then began kissing further down her sister’s body. She repositioned herself between Selena’s legs as she kissed down her stomach.

I smiled, “Finally being a good girl, Shay?”

Shayla laughed, “For now, Big Brother. I want Lena to enjoy this.”

I returned my attention to kissing and sucking on Selena’s breasts as her sister began lapping at what she had earlier called her “delicious honey pot”.

“Oh, Shayla,” Selena gasped, then moaned, “You were always so good at that.”

I began kissing back up to Selena’s neck, then her cheek, and finally back onto her lips. I rubbed her boobs as we kissed, her lower half squirming to her sister’s oral stimulation, and I gently licked her lips. Her mouth parted ever so slightly, her tongue barely emerging. I tenderly rubbed my tongue against hers, and it shyly sunk back into her mouth. My tongue cautiously followed it, as her mouth was still parted, and began exploring her teeth and mouth until her tongue nearly pounced onto the intruder. Our tongues began to press against each other, then rub each other, then caress each other. Selena moaned not only to her sister’s touch, but also the touch of my tongue against hers.

I felt Selena’s hands sliding across my body as we kissed. As it slid from the back of my head, to the back of my neck, my body shivered with sensation. From my neck, to my back, her hand slowly made its way downward. It slid down my back, along my side, onto my stomach, then my leg, then she slowly wrapped her hand around my intense erection.

She broke our kiss, “Steven…” her eyes beamed brighter than ever, nearly sparkling as Shayla’s often did.

“Yes, love?” I placed a hand onto her cheek, the other still on her chest.

“MMMmmm,” she moaned, her hips writhing, “I think… I want you inside me…” her face turned bright red as she said it.

“Are you sure?” I asked,

She nodded, “I’m ready, Steven,” her eyes were tearing up, obviously from joy as her smile was brighter than ever, “I’m ready to give you my virginity.”

Shayla stopped licking her sister and sat up on her knees. She closed her eyes and shivered, then moaned, “Lena, do you want me to leave so you can be alone with Steven for your first time?”

“NO!” Selena shouted, nearly panicked, “I mean… no. Shay, I want you here… I need you here for this.”

I took Selena’s hand in mine, “Whatever you need, love. Shay, lay next to your sister, do whatever you can to keep her comfortable.”

Shayla nodded, crawling next to her sister, then lying down on her side, facing Selena, snuggling close, holding her hand, “Is this okay, Lena?”

Selena nodded, “Yeah. Thank you, Shay.”

I kissed Selena gently on the lips, “How do you want to do this for your first time?”

“Um…” she looked unsure, but also a little nervous, “Whatever you think is best, I guess.”

“We’ll keep it simple, then,” I smiled, kissing her cheek.

I positioned myself kneeling between her legs. I gently spread them wide enough so I could get my cock close to her pussy. Selena closed her eyes, nervously shaking. I took her free hand in mine.

“Selena,” I held it tightly, “Relax, love. Everything will be okay.”

Selena took a few deep breaths, then opened her eyes to look at me. I smiled at her.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I said.

“I do,” she replied, “I’m just a little nervous.”

“It’s okay,” Shayla assured her, gently rubbing her arm, “I’m right here, Lena. It’s going to feel good, I promise.”

At her sister’s touch, Selena’s breathing calmed, and she smiled, “Thank you, Shay,” she looked at me, “I’m good now. Please, Big Brother, make me a woman.”

I smiled, “As you wish, love.”

I slowly pressed the tip of my erection against her mound, causing her to moan. Shayla kissed her cheek as I rubbed it up and down along her slit. Then, slowly, gently, I pressed in, just the tip at first.

“Oh, Steven,” she moaned, “I love you, Big Brother.”

“I love you, Selena,” I reciprocated, pushing just a bit further in.

Selena’s pussy was much tighter than her sister’s, hugging my cock so tight I thought it might not fit. I pulled back and thrust a bit harder, causing Selena to wince a bit, then moan loud.

At the same time, Shayla moaned and squirmed, placing her hand between her own legs.

My cock was now over halfway in. One more thrust and I was fully inside her love hole. I remained still for a moment.

“It feels good, doesn’t it, Lena?” Shayla asked, placing a hand on her sister’s cheek.

“Mmmmmm, soooo good,” Selena replied, “It feels… full… but good…”

“Are you ready for me to start moving?” I asked lovingly, rubbing her thighs.

“mmhmm,” she nodded.

I slowly pulled out halfway, then thrust in again, causing both sisters to moan. I did it once again, a little faster, with another pair of moans filling the room.

I began thrusting harder, without pausing between thrusts now. Each time I thrust, my sisters both moaned, Selena’s almost tiny squeaks while Shayla’s were more guttural, but nonetheless cute.

“Oh, Yeah!” Selena moaned with pleasure as her body suddenly tensed, gripping my cock, then shook, then relaxed.

“Oh, I felt that,” Shayla laughed, “Keep going, Big Brother. She’s really enjoying it.”

I continued thrusting, pushing faster and harder. Both sisters responded with louder moans. Shayla began furiously rubbing at her own snatch as I pounded her sister’s pleasure palace.

The sounds of sexual grunts filled the room as I joined their erotic chorus of moans. I felt Selena’s body clench again, two, three, four times. Each time she let out loud cries of pleasure, and each time her sister tore into her own pussy with abandon.

I could feel my climax building up inside me. I began to slow my movements, just a little, to draw out the experience. I wanted Selena to hit her highest peak before I did, or at least as I was. As I slowed, I realized Selena’s hips were bucking hard with my thrusts, trying to push me in harder.

“Don’t stop,” she cried, “I’m almost there! Please, Steven!”

Who was I to ignore the pleas of my baby sister? I resumed my faster pace, my impending climax racing forward. Just before I hit my peak, I felt Selena’s body clench and tremble harder than before as she cried out.

“Oh! FUCK! GoooooosoooooWOW!”

As she peaked, my own orgasm burst forth, filling her tiny hole with my love.

*

My eyes opened slowly. Selena was snuggled tightly into my chest, her face nuzzled against my neck. Shayla was curled up next to her, back to back with her sister. My arms were holding Selena tightly, but gently into my chest. I looked over at my alarm clock. It had only been a few minutes since our shared climaxes. It had been some time since I’d actually been with someone this intimately. Even when Shayla and I had fucked in the pool, it hadn’t felt so intimate as this.

Suddenly a soft noise snapped me from my thoughts. Shayla was whimpering softly. I could see her shaking slightly.

“Shay,” I whispered, “Are you okay?”

She slowly, quietly, turned to face us. Even though she had tears in her eyes, and was still whimpering, a huge smile was on her face.

“Steven,” she whispered, “My pussy won’t stop spasmmmmmmmm oooh. Spasming,” she giggled, “Lena and I hit our peaks together and… oohh.. mmmmm… GOD! It felt sooo good.”

I smiled, “I’m glad you enjoyed it, too.”

“So did Lena,” Shayla whispered, “I’ve never felt such strong feelings of.. mmmmmm… pleasure from her.”

I looked at Selena, softly breathing as she slept, “She must have been exhausted afterwards.”

“She’s so cute when she sleeps, isn’t she?” Shay gently stroked her sister’s hair.

Selena purred cutely as she began to wake up, “Heeey,” she smiled goofily, “that was aaaaawesome,” she snuggled into my chest, “Thank you, Steven.”

I kissed her gently on the lips, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

We lay there snuggled together for a few more minutes before Shayla broke the silence by having to go pee. We all got up and dressed in more appropriate day clothes than we’d arrived in, and sat in the living room once again.

“So, what time are we going to leave to eat lunch with your friends?” Selena asked, leaning against my shoulder.

“We’ll meet them at twelve thirty at the Dynasty Palace,” I replied, looking at my phone, “It’s only ten o’clock now, so we have plenty of time to relax.”

“I don’t remember your roommate saying what time to meet,” Shayla noted.

I laughed, “When we eat as a group we always meet at twelve thirty. Lyn’s boyfriend is a little… particular… about what time he eats.”

“Ah, okay,” Shayla smiled.

“So,” I wrapped an arm around each of my sisters, “I know this was all spur of the moment, and us all living here with Lyn might get awkward, so I was thinking, we should really get our own place.”

“I agree,” Shayla nodded, “Nothing against your roommate, but if we’re going to keep… having fun… we need our own apartment.”

“Can you afford a place on your own?” Selena asked, “Not that we wouldn’t help if we could, but Shay and I kinda don’t have jobs or anything.”

“It’s okay,” I assured her, “I make enough to cover what we would need, and then some. The only question is, would you two be okay if we got a one-bedroom apartment?”

Both girls smiled and giggled.

“Of course,” Shayla blurted.

“Mmhmm,” Selena nodded.

“Good,” I kissed the tops of their heads, “because our neighbor across the hall moved out last week, and I was thinking we could rent that apartment, but it’s only a one-bedroom, so…”

“That would be great!” Selena beamed, “It’s not like we’d be sleeping separately anyway.”

“Yeah,” Shayla agreed, “And if Mom decides to visit, we can just deal with that then.”

“Alright,” I agreed, “I’ll put in the application first thing tomorrow morning.”

We sat around talking more about our plans, for our living arrangement, for the girls’ college, for dealing more with Dad if we had to.

At around noon we took showers, got dressed, and headed out to meet up with the rest of my friends. The Dynasty Palace was a Chinese restaurant that offered takeout or dine-in. Normally on Sundays, either Lyn or I would pick up the food and bring it back to our apartment and we’d all gather around the living room and eat while talking about whatever was going on at the time. On rare occasions, however, we’d go out to eat. As we arrived, I recognized Lyn’s and Rani’s cars already in the parking lot. After parking nearby and walking in, with my sisters close behind, I spotted my friends at our usual table, There was a second table already pulled up to it to make room so we’d all have room to sit.

Of my four friends, Lyn was closest to what might be considered “Normal”. He grew up in an academic household, and all his siblings have doctorates of one kind or another. However, he and I met in grad school, while we were getting our Ph.Ds. When we’d both gotten a job at the same university, we decided to become roommates.

Sherman, Lyn’s boyfriend, we met at the University. Like our other friends, he was also employed there. He and I are both working in the physics department, however he works in theoretical physics, while I work in experimental physics, along with Lyn. When we’d met, we thought he was completely asexual, but as his and Lyn’s friendship grew, another side of him came out… in every sense of the phrase.

Sherman was tall, taller than me even, and thin. He always wore a graphics T-shirt (usually superhero or physics themed) overtop a long-sleeve T-shirt.

His extremely high intellect often gave him a sense of arrogance, as he had the unfortunate habit of correcting every grammatical, scientific, or historical mistake that anyone around him made. He was also filled with “Fun Facts” that he inevitably told way too often. However, ever since he began dating Lyn, he’s shown more restraint in his more annoying traits.

The other two of our friends, Rani and Harold, had been friends since High school, although they were only ever platonic friends until recently. Rani was originally from India, but her parents had moved here when she was in High school, and she became a US citizen soon after. She works in the astrophysics department at the university, often isolated in the telescope lab. When we first met her, Rani would only talk to Harold, by whispering in his ear when around us. She has selective mutism around strangers, which has caused some issues with her job. After she became comfortable enough to speak to Lyn and me, she and I developed a short lived romance, which she ended after confiding in me that she’d been in love with Harold for the longest time, but could never bring herself to tell him.

Harold was the shortest of our group, although only a half inch shorter than Lyn. He always wore clothes that he thought would “attract the ladies,” but his overly-sexual jokes, incredibly inappropriate commentary, and inflated self image often drove them away. Ironically, these are the exact traits that Rani found adorable.

Of our friends, Harold was the only one without a Ph.D., a fact Sherman brought up at every opportunity. He did have a Masters in Engineering, however, and had always said he wanted to go for his Ph.D., but never got around to it.

“Hey, guys,” I greeted them as we all approached, “Shay, Selena, these are my friends: Sherman, Rani, Harold, and of course, you already met Lyn. Guys, these are my sisters, Shayla and Selena.”

Selena hid shyly behind her sister, while Shayla smiled, “It’s nice to meet you all.”

“I wish you would have told me sooner that we’d be having more people for lunch,” Sherman complained, “I don’t like changing our plans at the last minute.”

“All we did was pull an extra table over,” Lyn noted, “It’s not like we had to change restaurants.”

“Of course not,” Sherman retorted, “We can’t change restaurants on Chinese Food Day. But I would have rather eaten at the apartment, had I known we would be eating with strangers.”

“They’re not strangers,” Harold argued, “They’re Steven’s sisters, and if I weren’t in a relationship I’d point out how incredibly hot they are, but I won’t.”

Both girls blushed.

“Is us being here a problem?” Selena asked me quietly.

I placed a hand on her shoulder, “No. Sherman is just a little picky about… well, everything.”

“A little?” Harold laughed.

Rani leaned over and whispered into Harold’s ear, causing Harold to laugh, “Good one.”

At the rest of our questioning looks, Harold explained, “She said, ‘He’s a little picky, like Godzilla was a little lizard’.”

Everyone except Sherman laughed. Just then the waiter arrived and took our order.

We sat down, one twin on each side of me, and ordered our food.

*

After dinner, we all headed back to our apartment because, as Sherman put it, “It’s Sci-Fi Movie night. Just because we went to a movie earlier today doesn’t mean we forget about Sci-Fi Movie Night.”

So we all gathered around the living room. Normally, I would sit in one of the chairs while Sherman, Lyn, and Harold sat on the couch. Rani used to sit in the other chair, but since she and Harold started going out, she’d taken to sitting on his lap.

As we all gathered in the living room, Sherman made a displeased expression as he sat in his usual place on the couch, “Someone’s been sitting in my spot.”

We all sighed.

“Have they been eating your porridge, too?” Harold teased.

“The implication being that I’m one of the three bears from the English fairy tale, ‘Goldilocks and the Three Bears’?” Sherman asked seriously.

Harold tapped the tip of his nose, a nonverbal cue Sherman had “hit it on the nose”.

“Oh,” Sherman cheered (or what passes for a cheer for him) at his success, “I never understood why people always consider the bears in that story to be wrong in their complaints. If a little girl, or in the case of the original story, an old woman, broke into your home and used your stuff, you’d complain, too.”

“Sherman,” Lyn countered, “I’ve told you before, unless you live here, you can’t claim a spot on the couch.”

I sat on the couch, with Selena in my lap and Shayla cuddled up to my side. Lyn, Harold, and Rani eyed us suspiciously, but quietly sat in the chairs, with Rani on Harold’s lap.

“So, that brings up something I wanted to discuss,” I announced.

“Oh dear,” Sherman complained, “You already told us that your sisters will be staying here for a while, what else can you do to ruin my day?”

Shayla and Selena looked hurt, but stayed silent.

“We’ve decided to rent the apartment next door,” I announced.

“So, your sisters would be staying across the hall instead of here with us?” Lyn surmised.

“Actually,” I corrected, “The three of us will be across the hall.”

“Oh no!” Sherman bemoaned, “If you move across the hall, that will change everything.”

“Not really,” Lyn replied, “But it will let you move in here and have your own room, as you’ve insisted is the only reason you haven’t done so yet.”

“But I like things as they are,” Sherman fussed.

Rani whispered something into Harold’s ear.

“Yeah, I thought that was a little weird, too,” he replied to her without context.

“What’s weird?” Lyn asked.

“The three of them,” Harold stated, “in a one-bedroom apartment…”

They all looked at us, causing Selena to shrink into my chest.

“I don’t understand,” Sherman looked confused, “I shared a room with my twin sister until I was eleven and started college, and nobody made a fuss.”

“I think this is a little different than that,” Harold noted mildly sarcastically.

“Of course it is,” Sherman retorted, “There’s three of them, so obviously they’ll need another bed.”

“Sherman, ” Lyn tried to explain, “I think Harold’s saying that…”

“No no,” Harold interrupted, “let’s see how long it takes him to figure it out.”

“Anyway,” I blurted, “Back on topic, Lyn’s right. With the second bedroom free, Sherman no longer has an excuse to not move in here”

Sherman looked around for a moment, then replied, “Okay.”

“Great!” Lyn exclaimed.

“But I have a few stipulations,” Sherman continued, “First off, this shall henceforth and forever be my spot. Nobody else is allowed to sit here. Also, we’ll need to draw up a roommate agreement.”

“What about the Relationship Agreement you had me sign when we started dating?” Lyn asked.

“It still applies, but we’ll need a second agreement since we will also be living together.”

“Fine,” Lyn conceded.

Rani whispered something into Harold’s ear again.

“I would love to move in with you,” he replied, “but you know my mom needs me to take care of her.”

Rani just rolled her eyes.

We ended up watching Total Recall (The first remake from 2012). Once everyone had left, except Lyn, who went to his own room, Shayla, Selena, and I showered separately and went to bed.

As tired as we were, we all obviously felt we wouldn’t be playing that night. We dressed in our usual bed clothes: Shayla and Selena in their T-shirt and panties, and me in a T-shirt and boxers. I lay in the middle of the bed, and my sisters snuggled up to me, each on their side, facing me. They each placed a hand on my chest, then entwined their fingers as they did. I noticed that the hands they had on me were the ones with the heart pieces, so I placed my hand to theirs, and combined the heart pieces. Suddenly, Selena began to cry.

“Lena, what’s wrong?” Shayla asked a second before I could.

Selena was smiling again, despite her tears, “Nothing. I’ve just never been so happy in my whole life.”

“Awwww,” Shayla cooed.

I gently kissed Selena on the lips, “I’m happier than I’ve ever been, too, darling.”

“So am I,” Shayla nearly whispered, kissing my cheek.

I turned and kissed Shayla on the lips, “I love you both so much. I’m glad we decided to do this.”

“Mmmhmm,” they both nodded.

I saw an odd look in both their eyes as they looked at each other. As if planned by some telepathic cue, both of my sisters began kissing my neck. Their hands left mine on my chest and slowly slid down my body, still linked to each other. At one time, they both slid under my boxers and came to rest on my now hardening member.

“You’ve shown us how much we mean to you,” Shayla began.

“So let us show you how much you mean to us,” Selena finished.

Together, they began massaging by cock until it was fully erect.

“Just lay back, Big Brother,” Selena began.

“And enjoy our love,” Shayla finished.

They pulled my boxers down, one twin grabbing each side of them, then tossed them onto the floor. Then they each took off their shirts, tossing them to the floor, and gently rubbed each others’ boobs.

“Shay’s boobs are so big and squishy,” Selena teased.

“But Lena’s are plump and perfect,” Shayla returned.

They leaned over my crotch, letting their boobs rub against my erection as they began to make out with each other. I gently began rubbing their boobs with my hands as I could make out their tongues rubbing against each other whenever their lips parted slightly. The sight of my sisters making out topless was enough to drive anyone wild, and my already hard cock began to twitch and jerk with excitement.

They broke their kiss, staring into each others’ eyes for a moment before gazing over at me. They both reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. As they did, they let their boobs rub along my chest and onto my face, enticing me to kiss them as they did. They both giggled, tossing my shirt onto the floor with the rest of our discarded clothing before they slid their panties off, and did the same to them.

Shayla leaned over and kissed me intimately, coercing my tongue to play with hers as her sister’s just had, then broke the kiss, “We love you, Steven.”

“More than you ever knew,” Selena leaned over and followed her sister’s example, rubbing her tongue against mine in an intimate kiss.

When she broke our kiss, I could see Shayla straddling my hips, but then touched her sister’s arm, “Why don’t you go first, Lena. I’ve hogged the spotlight enough.”

Selena smiled, straddling my hips as her sister had, leaning back so Shayla’s boobs pressed against her back. Slowly, Shayla guided her sister down onto my shaft. As I penetrated her pussy for the second time that day, Selena gasped loudly.

“Oh, wow,” she sighed, “That feels different than before, but still sooo good.”

“You should try it from behind sometime,” Shayla suggested, “That feels amazing.”

Selena pushed down all the way, moaning as my cock filled her up again. She began slowly moving her hips around, guided by her sister’s hands. She giggled as I gently reached up and began playing with her breasts and nipples.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as her sister began kissing her neck and rubbing her shoulders.

She began sliding up and down on my erection, breathing heavily as she moaned with each push. I started pushing up with her thrusts, gently massaging her chest for a moment before sliding my hands down to her hips. She moaned as I grabbed hold of her waist and thrust into her.

“Switch,” Shayla rubbed her sister’s arm.

Selena slowed her pace, slid off of my cock, and moved forward a few inches, just enough so Shayla could take her place. And just like that, my shaft was ensconced in a warm, wet pocket of love.

She took over where her sister left off, sliding up and down on my cock. I noticed a vast difference in the twins’ pussies. While Shayla’s was not as tight as her sister’s, it was a lot warmer, and wetter, plus she had slightly more give when she slid, nearly bouncing as I thrust into her.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned, causing both of my sisters to giggle.

Selena leaned over and kissed me on the lips as her sister rode me, then slid off of me and positioned herself behind Shayla, pushing her breasts into her twin’s back. Like I had with Selena, I reached up and began playing with Shayla’s melons, causing her to blush.

“Do you really like… my boobs?” she asked as she slid up and down, “I always thought… they were too big.”

“No way!” Selena replied for me, “They’re perfect! And they make good pillows, too.”

I laughed, then moaned, “I love your body, Shayla. Especially your beautiful breasts.”

I gently squeezed at them again, rubbing the nipples. Shayla leaned over, placing them at my mouth, and I began to suck on them.

“See, Shay? ” Selena giggled, “He can’t help but adore them.”

Shayla began bouncing harder on my cock. I could feel my climax building.

“Switch,” Selena rubbed her sister’s arm as Shayla had done to her earlier.

Shayla nearly bounced off of my cock, onto my stomach, almost knocking the wind out of me as Selena hopped onto my member, matching her sister’s pace, and continuing her motions. Shayla swiftly slid off of me and back to her place behind her sister.

The second it took to switch sisters was just enough to stave off my climax for a little longer. Selena’s tight pussy grabbed at my erection as I thrust into her. I could feel her body trembling as tiny whimpers escaped her lips. Shayla wrapped her arms around her sister, cupping her breasts with her hands and squeezing as Selena ground down on my cock, no longer moving up and down, but rather writhing around as her pussy repeatedly grabbed and let go of my cock.

“Switch,” Shayla stated as I again felt my climax approaching.

This time, the hop to change sisters took less than a second. One thrust was in Selena, the next was in Shayla. Selena continued to grind her pussy against my hips as Shayla took over pushing up and down on my shaft. I couldn’t help but admire the teamwork my two sisters were putting into lovemaking.

After several thrusts, I felt Shayla’s pussy begin to grab at my cock. I kept thrusting, musing that Shayla’s pussy was as tight as it clamped down as Selena’s was when relaxed. I was breathing heavily, moaning and smiling at my baby sisters as they not only made love to me, but to each other as well, fondling, kissing, and caressing each other.

“Switch,” Shayla grinned, lifting off of me and pulling Selena back and down onto my erection.

“Oh,” Selena chirped, then giggled as she unexpectedly found herself impaled on my cock again.

As I thrust again into my tighter sister’s pussy, I felt a sudden rush of excitement. My loins began to feel as if they were on fire.

“Switch,” Selena hopped forward, being replaced by her sister.

My thrusts became slipperier as I thrust into Shayla’s warm wetness. I noticed that they were now synchronizing their movements even more.

“Switch,” they laughed in unison as they again hopped backward.

I thrust again into Selena as they…