| After The Twins and Me This is a follow-up on the story, The Twins and Me. If you haven't read that one then reading it may add to understanding this sequel. Wilma and Karla turned their 8 year old faces to sorrowful when they learned that their mom and dad would be picking them up instead of leaving them with us for another night. They wanted so much to experiment with my toys and to demonstrate again their skills in the arts of sexual pleasuring. So, they pled with me to ask their mom and dad to stay over with us. I agreed to do that and Willa Jo and Kurt, their parents, seemed happy to not have to drive home until the next day. Those sorrowful faces turned to joyful grins and jumping up and down naked girls when I reported that their parents would be staying over. The girls were eager to help make up the bed for mom and dad, just as eager to help getting supper ready for us all, and a smidgen over-eager to get their little cunnies treated. Karla was seated on the kitchen work chair, (higher than a table chair), trying to grate some cheese with one hand and the other busily at work stroking her puffy pussy mound. Wilma was kneeling in a table chair helping me shell peas and rubbing herself on the corner of the table. My sweet husband was grilling some bratwurst and pork chops out on the patio, so it was a family sharing project and we had the meal ready and the table set before Kurt and Willa Jo drove up. Wilma wanted to be perfect for her daddy so she and Karla jumped in the shower and spritzed with my Scheherazade cologne. I found some nice bows and clipped them to their hair. We made sashes out of silk scarves tied around their waists. They were two perfectly gorgeous little girls ready to pounce on poor Kurt as soon as he appeared. Thats exactly what they did. Kurt had barely gotten in the house when the girls came running from my bedroom and went prancing in a circle around him, shaking their butts and pushing their chests out as far as they could. Kurt dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around the both of them and gave each a flurry of kisses on eyebrows, ears, chins, and nipples. The response from Wilma and Karla was a chorus of squeals and giggles and little girl hands pulling on daddy's dick. Willa Jo stood by waiting her turn to be acknowledged and soon the girls wriggled away from Kurt and ran to Willa Jo. Willa knelt on the carpet and momma hugged them both at the same time enjoying their tweaks and twists of her own nipples and licking theirs. As Kurt found himself alone, I stepped in to welcome him with my own kisses and strokes, delighted to feel his fingers sliding through my pussy lips. My husband heard all the commotion and came in to bend down and give Willa Jo a loving uncle kiss, so we were all well greeted and welcomed. The girls announced that they had helped to make dinner and that it was going to be the best dinner in the whole world. We all gathered around the table and heard the blessing said. Karla proclaimed that the cheese in the twice baked potatos was her creation and Wilma shared that the peas had been shelled by her very own hands. Dinner was nice, and when taken, everyone pitched in to clear the table and load the dishwasher. Then it was time for relaxing in the den and enjoying the twins demonstrations. The girls had been whispering in a conspiracy to entertain us, so it did surprise us a little when Wilma stood before us , her back to us, bent over at the waist with her feet spread apart and her little cootchie showing between her legs. Karla laid down on her back and scooted herself between Wilma's legs, her own legs either side of Wilma's head which almost touched the floor. Wilma then began lowering and raising her butt by bending her knees and on every down action Karla would lift her head to lick Wilma's cunny. It was all done in a sort of robot like motion and they even added sound effects. Their next "act" was to "fuck" each other with their toes. Sitting facing with their legs apart, they pressed their big toes into each other's slits, and crying out "toefuckit, toefuckit". It went well until Wilma suddenly grabbed Karla's foot and held it tightly against her pussy and had herself a little girl orgasm with eyes closed and loins humping. When her spasms settled she pulled her legs back, leaned over and began licking Karla and gave her sister a good cum too. We applauded but had become a bit aroused by their presentation, especially when they had cummed, and Hank was slowly stroking his dick and my pussy while Kurt was twiddling Willa Jo's nipples and she was fingering her pussy. The girls must have sensed that our attention had shifted from them so they came over to join in our fun, pulling off their sashes as they came. They wanted their daddy's dick and grabbing it with their hands took turns licking it's engorged head. I couldn't stand the tension and took Hank's dick in my mouth. When I did, Willa Jo pulled away from Kurt's hands and came to kneel between my legs and thrilled me by licking through my drooling pussy. As Hank gave me his cum I gave Willa Jo mine then turned and slid to the floor to get between her legs and return the favor. Her pussy was tangy with her last pee and a day of working on their boat and I flamed up again at the scent and flavor. Willa Jo said, "look" so I looked and there was Wilma standing on the sofa with her cunny pressed against Kurt's mouth and Karla straddling his lap rocking her pussy on his dick already slick with his cum. it was too much and I released again and when I cummed so did Willa. It was a wonderful moment of togetherness. The girls had gotten off enough so that they were sated, and I knew that everyone would need a respite, so I suggested we all take a dip in the pool and that I'd bring out lemonade to meet their thirst. So, off they went to the pool and me to the kitchen to stir up lemonade and gather plastic tumblers. Then, out to the pool I carried the refreshment and saw Hank sitting on the edge of the pool with the girls taking turns sucking his dick. I thought to myself, "those little tarts, they love it as much as I do". They saw me arrive and dropped Hank's dick and clambered out of the pool and came to the table to get their drinks. I looked at Hank, his dick waving in the air, and saw his shrug and his smile. Kurt sat in one of the ornamental ironwork chairs and as I handed him lemonade he pulled me down to sit in his lap. He wanted to fuck me but the chair arms didn't let me get it close enough so that gentle giant just stood up, picked me up, and as I wrapped my legs around him, he lowered me onto his upstanding dick. It was the first standup fucking I'd had in a good while and I was enjoying his thrustings when he turned slightly and I could see Willa Jo on a beach towel with Hank's dick pumping away inside her, and on the lounge beside them the twins in a 69, their little bodies glistening in wetness. I love those family times when we are all giving each other so much pleasure, and it was comforting to hear the grunts and murmurs of bodies cumming. There is a limit to how much response and release anyone can experience and we had all reached that limit, so there was a general sort of settling down and breath-catching that followed. Dicks deflated, pussies cooled off, and thirst for lemonade returned. Kurt and Willa Jo were worn out from a hard two days of cleaning and restocking their boat, Karla and Wilma were droopy-eyed from their exertions and cummings and Hank and I were sharing looks that said, "we get to sleep in our bed tonight". Hank had a huge yawn with sound, that got everyone's attention, and Willa Jo suggested it was past the girls bedtime, so we all headed indoors hearing the twins begging their parents to lick them goodnight. I stored the leftover lemonade, caught a glimpse of Hank heading for our room and flipping off lights followed him to some cuddling and sleeping. Morning found me in the kitchen stiring a bowl of eggs for scrambling and pan sausage sizzling in the skillet. Kurt was first in and I pointed to the coffeepot, he poured a cup and kissed the back of my neck as he passed toward the table. Willa Jo was next and hugged me from behind then poured her coffee, and Hank wandered in from the back porch his cup already in hand. We had some quiet time to catch up on family news and happenings and just enjoy the peace of a still sunday morning. Then the girls came stumbling in, rubbing sleepy eyes, hair all tousled and tangled, climbing into Willa Jo's lap for morning hugs. I poured them some apple juice and as they sipped at it, got the sausage out of the pan and plopped the scrambled eggs on a plate. Willa Jo dished up for the kids and Kurt and herself and Hank and I got ours and we ate. Breakfast done, They needed to head home so our goodbyes were just sweet kisses and off they went. Thanks for reading. I love telling about our family doings. Jeanne |