Twins' Wicked Evening
"This is going to be an amazing dinner,"
my twin sister said as we walked up the street with our mom to Clint's house.
"Minako thinks so, too,"
I answered, the pair of us speaking our native Japanese.
Kimiko gave me a naughty grin, a smile spreading across her delicate lips, the corners of her mouth spreading wide. She gripped my hand, squeezing it. We both wore dresses, mine sleeveless and blue, the skirt falling down to a few inches above my knee while hers was white with purple polka dots decorating it, a scoop cut to her bodice showing off the top of her small breasts, giving her just a little bit of cleavage. We both had our silky, black hair combed, mine with a pair of barrettes to hold back my bangs.
Our mother walked ahead of us. She also wore a dress, something stylish, salmon pink with the waist cinched tight by a built-in belt. It gave such a nice shape to her rump. A hot thrill tingled through my pussy. I wore no panties beneath my dress, which felt so naughty. I couldn't wait for tonight. Clint and his incestuous harem would help Kimiko and I seduce our mother.
I wanted to lick our mother's pussy. I wanted to eat her snatch and make her cum. I wanted to suck on her nipples while my sister enjoyed the other. I wanted to share her with my twin. My sister-Mistress. If Kimiko ordered me to do something naughty, I would. Without hesitation. I would do such naughty things to her. I would devour her.
"It's this house, Kimiko-chan?"
asked Mom, nodding to the gray house with the large tree in the front yard.
I shivered, remembering meeting Lee in this very yard, the girl raking up leaves. She saw us, seeing a pair of Japanese twins, and just had to seduce us for her brother. Of course, Kimiko wanted to be seduced. She knew Zoey, Clint's older sister, from the internet. They were part of a secret chat group made up of girls longing to commit incest with their brothers.
"Yes, it is, okaasan,"
Kimiko said. She shivered.
"This is going to be amazing."
"You are in a rare in mood today,"
our mother said.
Kimiko shivered, her hand squeezing mine so tight. She nodded her head, shivering, shuddering.
"It's just that Clint's such a cool guy, you know, okaasan. So cute."
Our mother gave a shudder.
"Minako thinks so, too,"
I said, referring to myself in the third person. It was how little girls would speak especially to their older brothers. Kimiko claimed I did it because I wanted an older brother to be childish around.
And now we had Clint.
Our mother had met Clint earlier today and responded to his charm. She patted her hair now and adjusted her skirt as she faced the walkway up to his house. Her cheeks had a touch of color to them. I couldn't wait to see Clint fuck her.
"Let's go, okaasan,"
Kimiko said, my twin squeezing my hand.
"Right, right,"
our mother said. Then she marched to the door, her heels clicking. My twin sister and I followed. My eighteen-year-old body trembled. My stomach twisted into a nervous pretzel even as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. If anyone could seduce our mother into incest. It was Clint and his family.
Our mother reached the porch and punched the doorbell. A chime rang through the house. I could hear movement inside. Soft music drifted through, generic pop, the sort of tunes you'd hear listening to American radio.
Footsteps approached the door. Kimiko squeezed my hand. She then ducked over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips behind our mother's back. I shuddered at the hot feel of her mouth, and that brief flutter of her tongue. A dizzying wave of heat washed out of my cunt. My snatch grew juicier and juicier.
The door opened.
Mother straightened, smiling.
"Hello," Clint said in English, his voice a delicious baritone. Deep and manly, but with still a hint of boyishness about it. A delicious contrast of youth and confidence. "Come in, Mrs. Mihara. It's such a pleasure to see you."
He took our mother's hand, guiding her inside. Our mother turned her head and I caught such a big smile on her lips. A touch of color darkened her cheeks even with the rogue she wore. When was the last time Mother wore so much makeup? She looked gorgeous.
Women and girls were already gathering in the living room. I shivered. I knew he had a large harem, but I had not met any of them save Lee and Zoey yesterday. Lee had such a big grin on her face, the slender girl wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that showed off the starting swell of her pregnancy, her breasts round and clearly braless. Her short, black hair gave her face a mischievous quality only enhanced by that smile.
"Mrs. Mihara," Clint said, "we're all so glad you and your daughters could be here. These are my sisters, Alicia and Zoey."
Alicia turned out to be a petite girl who looked like she was ten or twelve, wearing a frilly, pink dress with delicate glasses perched on her girlish face. I knew she was actually eighteen like my sister and me, the youngest member of Clint's harem.
"It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Mihara," Alicia said, her voice delicate.
Zoey was taller and so busty. She had the biggest pair of tits I had ever seen. They stretched out the cashmere sweater she wore, the tight, purple fabric hugging those big mounds. She had a refined beauty about her, matured out of the youthfulness of the other girls, her brassy hair giving her such an exotic look. She held another young woman's hand who had fiery hair and green eyes, a flirty smile on her face.
"Hello," Zoey said. "And this is my girlfriend, Stefani."
"Girlfriend?" our mother asked. "Oh, that's nice."
"Pleasure to meet you," Stefani said, that grin turning naughty as she glanced at us. "Zoey told me so much about you, Kimiko. Especially about that talk you two had yesterday."
My sister squeezed her hand on me, shivering. "It was a... uh... informative talk."
"I bet it was," Stefani said.
"And these are my cousins, Lee and Melody," Clint said.
"Sup," Lee said, bouncing on her feet beside a blonde girl who looked a year or two older than me. She had such light hair coloring compared to the rest of her family, but the features of her face were found in Zoey, Alicia, and Lee.
"It's so nice to meet you," Melody said. "Don't let the brat here bother you. If she's bad, just let Clint or me know, and we'll deal with her."
"Oh, I am sure your sister will be fine," Mom said, still holding Clint's hand.
"And here's my girlfriend, Pam," Clint said, motioning to the Japanese girl lurking in the doorway. I hadn't noticed her. She was petite like my twin and me, her black hair gathered in a French braid that gave her such a confident, elegant appearance. She strode forward, wearing black leggings beneath her skirt. She took Clint's other hand and gave him a kiss on the mouth.
"It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Mihara," she said.
"Oh, girlfriend," Mom said, a hint of disappointment in the tightness of her words.
"And that's Pam's mom, Mrs. Hiragawa," Clint added, nodding to the Japanese woman Mother's age, sweeping in.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mihara-san,"
