This story depicts incest, non-consensual sex, and abuse of authority as part of a fantasy tale, but it does not promote or endorse these behaviours in real life. All characters are the age of consent or older.
As the story makes references to plot and character elements from earlier chapters, reading the story from the beginning is recommended.
***** SUNDAY *****
*** Getting the Day Going ***
In the morning, Peter found himself alone in bed. "Eva?" he called out without getting a reply. Putting on a pair of running shorts, he stepped out into the living room.
"Eva?" Again, silence. He stuck his nose into the girls' room. "Miori?" he said. "Eva?" Their bed was empty.
Walking into the bathroom to relieve himself, he thought how weird it was for the girls to not be there. He couldn't think where they would be at this time of the morning. As he dropped his shorts and started pissing, he also thought about how unfamiliar Miori was with the neighbourhood. So where would they go?
Suddenly, the shower curtain yanked open, and two pairs of hands grabbed him, pulling him into the shower. His piss arced into the air, spraying wildly.
"Aah, look out," Eva screamed, jerking her legs back to avoid his stream.
"Uncle Pete!" Miori yelled, swivelling her hips out of the way as he turned. "You're peeing on me."
"I got it," Eva said, grabbing his cock, aiming it down, and splattering the floor of the bathtub, as Miori turned on the shower and picked up the soap.
"You can let me go now," he said to Eva when he regained control of his bladder. Miori danced in the bathtub to avoid his rivulet of piss flowing down to the drain.
"No, I have to shake it." Giggling, she waggled his cock up and down rapidly. He wiped shower spray from his eyes as Miori soaped his back.
"I didn't intend to take a shower right now," he said to Miori behind him as she reached around to soap his chest.
"That's okay, Uncle Pete." Miori joined Eva's hands at his groin, supplying lather to their mutual washing. "We just need you to be our loofah."
As they soaped his cock, the girls pressed their bodies against his, sandwiching him between their chests. Both sets of breasts wiped back and forth on him, rubbing against his skin like an oscillating curtain in a commercial car wash, while both their hands stroked his cock.
"You used to be so bashful," he said to Eva, causing her to smile, while Miori turned around to lather her back against his. Seeing this, Eva turned around as well, rubbing her back up and down his front, causing his slippery cock to flip and flop over her bum.
Miori presented him with the bar of soap. "Time for you to do the work," she said.
Taking the soap, he lathered his hands as Miori reached around and pumped his cock vigorously.
"Oh god, what are you doing?" he said.
"I need to get this cleaning attachment ready to use," Miori said, pumping and pumping, very firmly and very rapidly. He stiffened quickly.
When Eva turned to face him, he began soaping her front, squishing her breasts and running his hand under and between her creases and crevices. Miori kept pumping.
"You better slow down," he said trying to concentrate, but Miori pumped and pumped, occasionally stopping to test his rigidness.
"There we go," Miori said finally, flicking his erection to test its stiffness.
Grabbing him by the hips, she steered him into Eva and pinned her back against the shower wall with his body. Angling his erection down between her thighs, Miori pushed his hips forward.
"Wait, what are you doing?" he said as his cock slid between Eva's inner thighs.
Miori pulled back on his hips and pushed again, sliding his erection back into her thigh cleft, running the top of his cock along Eva's pussy lips. Eva moaned.
"Get scrubbing," Miori said, pushing and pulling on his hips like a plunger. His cock slid across the wet flesh of Eva's thighs and pussy. Wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his throat, Eva began to whimper. He had to pull back to prevent from cumming.
Then Miori pulled him over to her, planting her own back against the shower wall. "My turn," she said, pulling his hips in and sliding his erection between her thighs. He tried to protest, but she kissed his mouth, silencing him.
He felt her pussy lips caressing the topside of his cock, as she pushed and pulled on his hips. Then he took over the thrusting. He thought about just sliding inside her. Beside him, Eva ran her hand down his chest to his groin. She explored the base of his cock while it moved between Miori's thighs.
Finally, he couldn't help himself. He angled his hips up and thrusted his cock, the head skittering across her clenched pussy lips.
"Don't be getting any pokey ideas," Miori said.
He thrusted again without success, and then again, this time forcing his cockhead between her lips before it squeezed out.
"Oh god," he said while she exhaled noisily.
Pinned against the shower wall, she looked at him softly, expectantly. Water streamed down her hair and beaded at the end of her eye lashes. With the next thrust, she wrapped a leg around his hip, opening her pussy, allowing him to push inside her.
Rocking his hips, he thrusted in and out. He leaned in to kiss her, devour her. His wet stomach slapped against hers, over and over. He felt the warm shower spray against his side as Eva petted his back.
He pumped and pumped. Miori wrapped her other leg around his waist. She felt weightless as he held her on his hips, slapping up against her. Then with a long grunt, he arched his back and exploded inside her.
"Wow," Eva exclaimed. Miori continued kissing him as he tried to balance with her impaled on his cock.
"Now I have to shower again," Miori said leaning back in his arms, her legs still wrapped around his waist.
After a quick rinse, the girls jumped out of the shower to towel off while he luxuriated under the hot water for a bit longer.
As he dried himself off, he overheard Eva in the kitchen say, "What are you doing? This is silly."
After putting on his shorts, he went out to find Miori in her satin robe tying the back of the apron around a naked Eva.
"Let me get dressed," Eva said, trying to shield her bare ass cheeks with her hands.
"Your girlfriend is making us breakfast this morning," Miori said. He was taken aback by how sexy Eva looked. Her sloping breasts peeked alluringly through the open sides of the apron and the tails of the apron's belt laid delicately on the curves of her bare bum.
Miori dragged him over to stand behind Eva, pressing him against her back and moving his hands under the apron bib.
"Miori, she's trying to cook," he said as one of his hands slid across her stomach and the other one brushed under her breasts.
She felt so soft and vulnerable. He should have pulled his hands away, but instead, he turned one hand down to comb through her pubic hair and the other one up to feel the underside of her breasts. Leaning her head back on his shoulder, Eva exhaled to his touch.
"Sorry," he said, kissing her neck and pulling away, reluctantly. As he exited the kitchen, he caught Eva glancing at him sweetly before starting to chop vegetables to make omelets.
"You're a big tease, Uncle Pete," Miori said, following him into the dining area. As he sat down, Miori straddled his lap.
"I know what we're doing today," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her robe opened to expose the inner curves of her breasts and her bare stomach.
"What are we doing today?"
"Driving us to Brianna's Boudoir to buy ugly school bras for me and bags and bags of lingerie for Eva."
