I had only friendly encounters with Kylie and Monica for the next few weeks. Well except for the once a week or so occasion in which Kylie and I would have sex in the living room while Monica was in class. We felt some strange need to hide it, but at the same time Kylie wanted to flaunt it. She was worried that she'd pushed Monica too far lately, but at the same time she would stand in Monica's doorframe and ask me to stand behind her to do the deed.
After our first meeting, I would have thought any normal relationship with either of them impossible. But we all seemed to make good company and good friends. So I just chalked up Kylie's apprehension to not wanting to damage a good thing.
It was easy hanging out with them. We watched movies together. They came to all the football games and looked fine as all fuck when they wore the team colors and tight jeans and all. We ate dinner or lunch together most days. Monica was constantly giving me shit and degrading me and Kylie was constantly building me up. To be honest, they felt like the siblings that I never had. So when they asked if I wanted to come to their parents' house with them over the Thanksgiving break I gladly said yes.
Before you judge me, yes it would have been nice to go to my own home, but I only know my mother and she is a nurse who likes to take holiday shifts for the extra pay. I don't blame her. Without her doing that I couldn't afford to be in school.
We packed up Wednesday after class and piled into the girls' SUV. I, as a distinguished guest, had the distinct privilege of sitting in the middle of the back row all by myself. As an honorary member of the road trip I was also serenaded by three and a half hours of music entirely not of my choosing. The actual bright side of all this was I got to see Kylie and Monica smiling, laughing, dancing, and telling me stories about their childhood, their older sister living as a new wave hipster artist in Japan, and the beauty of the beach we were headed to.
The house was a lovely ranch style home situated on a small hill overlooking the beach below. As we got out of the car and Kylie stretched her legs I took a moment to enjoy her crop top riding up her torso and the slight wedgie her sweatpants had given her. It's the simple things in life.
Monica had on an oversized sweatshirt and tight shorts, though to be honest all shorts fit her tightly, and her dark hair pulled into a bun that for some reason made me think of the brief sexual interlude we had shared one night not too long ago. She turned around and saw me staring at her.
"Mouth breather," she said and pushed past me to grab her bag.
When we entered the house I could tell right away it had been decorated by a fancy interior designer. I would later find out that was the mother's full time job. The house gave the immediate sense of a casual opulence that seemed to fit the twins better than words could describe. Beautiful, bohemian, boobies (in the abstract paintings on the wall as well). That sort of thing.
Kylie was directing me up the stairs when some movement on the balcony across the room caught my attention.
"Uhh, who is that?" I said motioning towards the glassdoor that separated the living space from a massive balcony.
"Ugh. That idiot is our father," Monica said dropping her bag and proceeding to throw the curtains shut over it.
Outside I had witnessed a fully naked man rippling with muscle sweating profusely while performing some sort of yoga or pilates. But even more surprising than that was the largest dick I'd ever seen hanging between his legs. And trust me. I've seen some fucking monsters in the locker room. Guys with junk like that like to let you know about it.
Kylie giggled and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry. Yours is perfect."
I shrugged and trodded upstairs to one of the bedrooms. As soon as I put my bag down I heard someone behind me.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Monica said staring at me from the top of the stairs.
"Uhm-" I managed.
"That's my room. Put your shit in Kylie's room," Monica turned to look at Kylie.
"Relax. You know mom won't let him sleep in the same room as me. So he has to use yours," Kylie came to my aid.
"No fucking way. We both know he's a huge perv. He'll probably jerk off on my panties or some shit," Monica said.
"Relax we both know you only wear granny panties. I'll give him a pair of my thongs if he feels the need," Kylie said and winked at me. Monica stomped her foot and stormed into the other room.
We ordered takeout from an asian restaurant nearby and by the time I had unpacked my bags and mentally prepared myself to meet the father of the two most beautiful women on the planet it had arrived.
"Dinner's here," Kylie called. I went downstairs into the living room and noticed Kylie had ditched her sweatpants for jogging or volleyball shorts or something. But they barely covered anything and the spandex material left nothing to the imagination. I could see the tight curves of her hips as they dipped to her tight pussy lips through the fabric.
"I'm Mark Close," a man's voice said. I must have been scared or embarrassed or something because I flipped my head around a little too fast to meet the voice.
He was tall, dark, and yeah, handsome. I could have guessed as much seeing as how his daughters turned out. Youngish too I guessed.
"Oh, uh good to meet you. Thanks for having me," I said and put my hand out. When he shook it it felt like he was trying to crush a cinder block. A very dad handshake. He made no mention of it so I figured we were just gonna ignore the whole naked on the balcony thing earlier.
We watched a little TV and made small talk while we ate. Turns out Mark was actually a former tennis pro which explained his physique and general wealth. He took up yoga as a way to recover in between workouts back when he was still playing, but now it was his occupation as well. He'd retired about five years ago at 35 and taught fitness classes full time for the snooty rich folk in the area now.
This revelation of course led to Monica blasting me for being a special teams player on the football team, but it only backfired when her dad was impressed.
