Since there were no more free rooms on the second floor (I got the last one), Pasha had to be put in my room. It was lucky that the guest brought a Japanese-style futon with him, so we didn't have to share a bed. I helped him unpack his things, and we went downstairs just in time for dinner.
For half an hour after his arrival, the girls moped around as if they'd been dunked in water--Pasha kept glancing at their chests and nearly bare legs but made no attempt to flirt with the sisters. As soon as Pavel got engrossed in the food, Sasha looked at our parents, then meaningfully at her little sister and me. I felt a stir in my lower abdomen, and not without reason. Pretending she needed the bathroom, the older twin slipped out of the kitchen and beckoned me with her finger. I dug into the chicken and veggies, sensing I'd need my strength. Meanwhile, Sasha pulled out her phone and started making faces, pointing at the screen, then at Mom, then at me. Ksyusha giggled, trying not to look at her sister so Pasha wouldn't suspect anything--he couldn't see the doorway where Sasha was putting on her little show. Eventually, Mom figured out what her eldest wanted and sent her a text, probably with my number, because five seconds later, my phone rang. Pretending it was an important call, I got up from the table and was immediately dragged into the hallway by Sasha. Wasting no time, she dropped to her knees in front of me and yanked down my shorts along with my underwear--my freed cock nearly slapped her pretty little face.
Making sure we couldn't be seen from the kitchen, I leaned down, gently placed my hands on her breasts, squeezed them, and then softly pressed myself into her tender mouth. The twin's lovely lips wrapped around my cock, sending jolts of pleasure through my whole body. Sasha's mouth was full of saliva, as if it had been waiting for my meaty rod to visit. She sucked in a breath, dimples forming on her cheeks--I nearly jumped from delight. A sparkling, tugging sensation shot through me from head to toe. Sasha took me almost all the way in, snuffling slightly and blushing from the effort. Then she pulled back a bit and let my cock slip out of her sweet grip for a second--I felt like a guitar with a string stretched tight, release so close yet held off by the brief pause.
Moving my hands from her nipples to the back of her head, I locked my fingers together, guiding my cock back to her lips--and then... it plunged into the sweet depths of her throat! I rose up on my tiptoes, trying to push it as far as it would go. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her knees weren't just on the floor but on the edge of a rug--the rubber border was practically imprinting itself into her skin. We should move, but I couldn't stop--the drums were pounding in my brain as I rocked steadily, driving my tool into Sasha's slurping, softly moaning mouth. One thrust hit just right--I went in as deep as possible, plugging the sweet twin's throat until my balls, wet with her saliva, pressed into her chin. I couldn't hold back any longer--semen erupted straight into her throat. Mid-ejaculation, I remembered the girls' requests to finish on their tongues, not straight into their stomachs, so I pulled out halfway and started coating Sasha's eagerly open mouth. Cum dripped down onto her shirt, already damp from her drool.
Sasha smiled and whispered, "You make such funny faces when you cum!"
I mumbled something in response and tucked my cock away--it hadn't shrunk much even after that. Sasha dashed upstairs to change her shirt, and then we completely forgot about caution and returned to the kitchen. Together. Pasha was just wiping his lips with a napkin. He stared at us like we were the ghost of Hamlet's father.
"Uh, Alexandra, your knees are red," he suddenly said.
Sasha turned the same shade as her knees and quickly stammered, "Yeah, I dropped an earring--it rolled under the couch, so I was looking for it on my knees."
"And I... helped. Helped her look," I added hoarsely, glancing at our parents. Dad was staring out the window, smiling to himself, while Mom was trying her hardest to keep a straight face.
"I... I also wanted to ask. It's a bit awkward, but..." Pavel blushed, then gathered his courage and said to Mom and Dad, "You have very beautiful daughters, Yuri. Sorry, but sometimes I... notice Alexandra's and Ksyusha's short skirts, their shorts, and it... makes me uncomfortable. You see, I'm against the sexualization of girls. But here I am, sometimes staring shamelessly. And if there's also..."
Pavel swallowed hard and, for some reason, looked at me. "Cleavage..." he whispered. "I get that it's just hot out, that Sasha and Ksyusha aren't trying to seduce anyone, but sometimes I... it's like I'm hypnotized, staring and... can't look away. How... how do you handle it?"
I almost said I don't, but I pulled myself together and replied, "You have to be strong, Pavel," my tone as serious as ever. "It's not easy, but the girls deserve to be seen as complex people with dreams, hobbies, and goals in life. Sasha and Ksyusha aren't pieces of meat--they're second-year sociology students, they love video games, Sasha's good at sports, and Ksyusha knows her pop music. You should just get to know them better, and the focus will shift from sexualization to appreciating their individuality."
As I said this, I thought that the girls and I really should talk more--it's hard to do that when their mouths are busy with my cock.
Sasha and Ksyusha gave me shy smiles for my little speech, while our parents sat there, brows furrowed, trying to figure out if I was serious. Then the girls suggested we all watch a movie together, with Pasha picking it. He chose some science-pop thing--quantum mechanics, vacuum fluctuations, that sort of stuff. I usually liked that kind of thing myself. But that was two days ago, in my pre-twin life. Now, the girls were driving me wild--I couldn't think straight until I came in their sweet mouths again.
Sasha plopped onto the couch next to Pavel, teasing him with her bare legs--her shorts barely covered her butt. Pasha exhaled sharply and skipped the ads, trying not to ogle the cute creature half a meter away. Meanwhile, Ksyusha and I settled into the armchairs right behind the couch for another blowjob session--I figured if Pavel turned around, I could throw the blanket from the armrest over her. Not the best plan, but better than nothing. I couldn't think straight after unloading into Sasha's little mouth--my cock was already craving Ksyusha's tender lips and seemed to be calling the shots.
On the screen, a blogger named Ali started explaining that time and space don't exist. Space really doesn't exist, especially in Ksyusha's throat when my rock-hard, swollen cock fills it completely. She tried to move slowly to avoid drawing attention via a reflection or something, but Pavel was totally absorbed in the movie. Later, he started pausing it to share his thoughts with Sasha, who nodded occasionally or chimed in with replies. She seemed genuinely interested, and Pasha even appeared to stop fixating on her legs and chest. Though, as it turned out later, his desires just shifted slightly.
Ksyusha's gentle tongue fluttered along the base of my cock, more than half of it buried in her tense little mouth. She struggled to take it all, even shedding a couple of tears in her futile attempts, but she couldn't quite manage. I relished every effort she made--those tears on her cheeks practically begged me to lick them off. I didn't push her head down, letting her conquer my cock with her throat on her own. But Ksyusha switched tactics--she grabbed it with her good hand and angled it behind her cheek, stretching and twisting as far as she could. The head rubbed against her wet inner cheek while her tongue added to the pleasure. That tugging, electric sensation turned into a volcano of passion--I started cumming. And just then, the little twin decided to slide my cock to the edge of her mouth and let it pop out with a distinct "p-pow!" like we'd done yesterday. Pavel wouldn't hear it--he was engrossed in the movie, the TV was blaring, and Sasha was talking to him.
But because of that slip-up, I didn't get it back behind her cheek in time--semen shot out like a fountain, covering her face, hair, my shorts, my shirt, even splashing onto my chin. Ksyusha squealed in surprise--that sound Pavel definitely heard. In a panic, I stared at my innocent-yet-lewd little sister, wondering what would happen if he turned around right now. And, of course, he did--I barely managed to tuck my cock back into my shorts. Sasha turned too, giggling behind her hand--she instantly knew what was up. Pavel, though, didn't seem to.
Frowning, he looked at us. Ksyusha and I blushed, and I stammered, "We... were eating ice cream. Got messy."
Just then, a big white drop slid from Ksyusha's forehead onto her eyelash. She squinted her left eye, looking like a pirate who'd overdosed on sour cream.
"What, it melted?" Pavel asked sympathetically. "Can... can I try some?"
I laughed. "I'm afraid you wouldn't like it," I said, then wondered why I was so sure--yesterday I'd tasted my own cum, and the girls had been swallowing it by the liter. I hadn't even noticed I'd switched to "tu" with Pasha.
"Why not?" he frowned.
