Chapter 5: Twins’ Wicked Evening

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

“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 fifteen-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 fifteen 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 teenage 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,” the woman said in Japanese. It was a little stiff, like she hadn’t spoken it in a long time.

“My daughters and I are just so honored to be here, Hiragawa-san,” Mom answered. “And please, call me Kaori.”

“Asuka,” Pam’s mother said, giving a nod of her head. I knew she, too, was part of the harem and that her daughter was Clint’s half-sister. Just like his cousins.

“And last, the two women who made tonight’s dinner possible, we have my mother, Cheryl, and my Aunt Vicky,” Clint said, pointing at another door.

Two women with aprons on stepped out. They were clearly sisters, both mature and beautiful, one with hair dyed bleached-blonde, the other with the same black that Lee and Clint had. They were busty like Zoey, their aprons hugging tight to their curvy bodies. Their faces were beautiful. They both were so lovely, the one with bleached-blonde hair almost glowing.

“My son told us so much about meeting you today, Mrs. Mihara,” the woman with the dyed hair said. “I just want you to know, we will do everything to make your time living in California pleasurable and memorable.”

“I bet you will,” Kimiko whispered, her hand squeezing me.

“Now I hope you won’t think us rude,” Vicky said, “but we still have work to do on dinner. The ham is coming out amazing. You’re going to love it.”

Our mother nodded, still holding Clint’s hand.

“Come on,” Mrs. Hiragawa said, embracing my mother. “I would love to talk to you. I haven’t been able to speak my native language since my parents moved to America when I was a child.”

“Of course,” our mother said, letting the other Japanese beauty lead her off into the living room. I couldn’t help but shiver, knowing this woman had discovered the joys of incest with her daughter. I squirmed, wanting mother to enjoy that.

Clint’s sisters all came up and embraced Kimiko and me. The hugs seemed innocent, but I could feel the press of their breasts, especially Melody when she gave me a fierce hug and a quick grope of my ass. It made me feel nervous with fluttering excitement, hoping our mother didn’t notice before it was time for the fun to begin.

Mother glanced at Clint when the pair reached the far side of the living room. “Your daughter is a lucky girl to have Clint for a boyfriend.”

“Oh, yes, she’s delirious with joy. He’s such a strong, young man.” Mrs. Hiragawa said. I couldn’t help but listen, my ears pricked as Lee babbled. “Young men can be such a joy for a woman. How long has it been since your husband passed?”

“Ten years.” Mom swallowed. “I still miss Junichiro. It’s been ... lonely.”

“Such a long time to go without a lover,” Mrs. Hiragawa said, taking my mother’s hand and drawing her farther away in the living room to admire the flowers on the mantle.

I hoped this would work.

“Let’s go talk in my room,” Zoey said. “Stefani has so many questions for you, Kimiko.”

“So many,” the redhead said, her arm slipping around Kimiko’s shoulders. “Have you seen our toy collection? How good are you at conversation? Do you believe in sharing?”

My pussy grew so hot as Zoey and Stefani led Kimiko off in another direction. I didn’t know if I should follow or not. I shifted in place, feeling suddenly so alone despite the other people in the house. My heart thundered in my chest and—

Arms went around my body. I was hugged from behind. Hair caressed my cheek as the girl nuzzled at me from behind. She had round breast that rubbed into my back, separated by our clothing. I turned my head and saw blonde locks and a fair cheeks. It was Melody, her hands stroking my stomach.

“Mmm, just relax,” she told me. “We are a well-oiled machine here. We’re going to seduce the panties off your mother. Now watch my Clint.”

Clint appeared. I hadn’t noticed him vanishing. He strode across the room with a pair of wine glasses in hand. He handed them to the two Japanese women. Mother turned to face him, her posture changing. It became more ... open, her back straighter, showing off the curves of her body in her purple dress. It outlined her round breasts nicely. Clint stroked her arm after she took the glass. He said something.

She laughed.

Mother blossomed. She looked so alive as she talked to him, a flower drinking in the rays of a handsome sun. I shuddered in Melody’s embrace, loving the feel of her holding me. She rubbed harder at my belly through my dress, making my pussy so wet.

“A woman needs the attention of a man,” Melody purred. “It’s stirring to watch, isn’t it, Minako?”

I nodded my head, my throat so tight, my mouth dry with excitement.

Melody’s right hand drifted down from my belly. She slid past my crotch, moving down my thigh to the hem of my dress. I gasped as she slid beneath it. Right here in the living room, fifteen or so feet from my mother, she slid her hand up beneath my dress. Her fingers touched my skin, igniting a fire that raced up to my pussy.

I whimpered as she climbed higher and higher. She wiggled, pressing her crotch into my rump. This was such a risk. We could get caught by my mother. I should object, but the excitement of last night, using the double-headed dildo with Kimiko beneath the blanket on the couch while our mother watched TV, stirred through me. It was this strange thrill of getting caught.

It heightened the feel of Melody’s fingers.

I fought the urge to gasp when she reached my silky bush. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut, as she caressed me with her delicate fingers. She stroked me with her naughty touch, caressing me. Her fingers intertwined through my silky curls as she searched for my hot cunt. She brushed my wet lips.

I shivered as she stroked up and down my slit. She moved around me, stimulating me as she stood next to me now, her digit dancing up and down my pussy. She brushed my clit, making me shudder as she faced me, a normal-looking expression on her face acting like she wasn’t fingering my slit.

“Mmm, you’ve got a hot, little cunt, don’t you?” she asked.

I nodded my head, shivering at the wicked delight.

“I hear you’re just a submissive thing,” purred Melody. “Just doing anything someone wants. I like that in a slut fucking my man.”

I nodded my head again, fighting the little whimpers. My mom was so close, talking with Clint. But if she looked over at us, and realized Melody had her hand beneath my skirt. I shuddered, my face contorting with bliss.

Melody’s free hand grabbed my right wrist and brought it to her inner thigh right beneath the hem of her jean skirt. She gave me a wicked grin, drawing my hand upright. I shivered as she brought my hand higher and higher, her flesh so silky smooth. Heat grew and grew. I whimpered, my pussy clenching.

And then I was touching her shaved pussy lips. She had no hair, her flesh smooth and dripping. I groaned as she pushed me tight against her pussy. Then she gave me a big grin and licked her lips. I let out a moan, copying her, stroking up and down her slit. Her labia felt so hot against my fingers. I felt her folds, stroking her as we both whimpered.

“Mmm, you’re mother has no idea you’re a little lezzie-slut, does she?” Melody asked, glancing at my mom. “She’s drooling over my man. She has no idea you’re rubbing my pussy.”

“No idea,” I whimpered.

“Mmm, say what you are,” Melody purred and then jammed her fingers into my pussy.

The shock of her penetration made me rise on my tiptoes. I groaned, my pussy clenching down on her fingers. I copied her. I jammed my digits into her juicy depths, submitting to her. Her cunt engulfed me. I wiggled them inside of her, making her smile.

“Say it,” Melody hissed, the heel of her hand ground on my clit.

“Minako is a little lezzie slut,” I moaned, my pussy squeezing down on her fingers.

She massaged my bud, making me tremble. I let out a deep whimper of delight. I gasped and shuddered, my entire body shivering in delight. It was so amazing. It was so delicious. I couldn’t help but squirm in wondrous delight.

Pleasure washed through me. I groaned and gasped. My eyes squeezed shut. My entire body trembled. Her fingers pumped faster and faster, stirring up my cunt. I wanted to moan, but I couldn’t. I had to be calm. I couldn’t look like a little, lezzie slut. Mom would notice, if she glanced over at me.

My fingers pumped faster and faster into Melody’s cunt. I churned her up, making her whimper. She pressed against me, the feel of her round breasts rubbing on my arm. She jammed a third digit into my snatch.

I copied her.

“Ooh, yes, that’s it, you little Japanese whore,” she hissed. “You’re going to make me cum so hard, aren’t you?”

“Minako will, Melody-chan,” I groaned, my body shaking.

I caught Lee grinning at me. Pam was beside her, watching as she sipped a coke. She had flushed cheeks. Her eyes were so naughty. My pussy quivered about Melody’s fingers. The naughty girl churned me up. The delight rippled through me. My orgasm built.

Melody’s three fingers felt so wonderful in me. The blonde girl gave me such a wicked delight. She massaged my clit and plunged her fingers so hard and fast into me. My body quivered. My juices flowed down my thighs. I wiggled from side to side, my face growing tighter and tighter.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you, lezzie slut?” Melody hissed. “Right in front of your mother?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, working my fingers in and out of my pussy.

“Right under her nose,” she whimpered. “Ooh, we’re both going to cum. We’re both going to explode.”

“Minako wants that,” I moaned, my voice so throaty.

Then such delight exploded through me. My orgasm rippled through my body. My pussy convulsed on her three fingers. She fucked them in and out of me so hard. I groaned in delight, my body trembling, the pleasure surging through me.

Then Melody let out a throaty moan. Her pussy joined mine in rapturous delight. Her flesh massaged my thrusting fingers. I teased her. I fucked in and out of her so fast, driving her wild, making her tremble in delight.

My mother had no idea. She was panting after Clint, staring at him with such hunger and drinking in all his words that she wasn’t paying attention to the obvious. I quivered, juices flowing down my thighs. I whimpered in delight. I squeezed my eyes shut. Sparks burst through my dark vision.

It was amazing. I loved cumming. I couldn’t wait for mother to join us in this bliss.

My orgasm peaked through me. I trembled, my pussy clamping down a final time on her fingers. Then my spasming stopped. I swayed, sucking in deep breaths. I opened my eyes. I blinked, looking around the room.

Lee flashed me a thumbs up. Pam nodded her head in agreement, winking at us. I blushed as Melody pulled her fingers out of my pussy. They glistened. She held them up then sauntered over to Pam, my fingers sliding out of her snatch.

I groaned as she fed my pussy juices to her half-sister. Pam sucked on them one by one just feet from my mother. I quivered, staring down at my own juicy fingers. I brought them to my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting Melody’s sweet pussy. She tasted so good. I groaned about them.

My mother glanced at me. “Minako-chan, don’t suck on your fingers.”

Flushing, I ripped my fingers out of my mouth. “Sorry, okaasan.”

She turned back to Clint, talking with him. She had a hand rubbing his arm, his hand resting on her hip. I shivered at how womanly my mother looked. She never appeared as anything but a parent to me. Clint awakened something inside of her.

It made my heart beat faster.

Melody and Pam drifted back to me. “You taste so good, Minako,” Pam said. “Just yum.”

I blushed. “Thank you, Pam-chan. Minako ... Minako hopes to taste you, too.”

“You will,” Melody purred. “Maybe not tonight, but Clint’s going to be enjoying you and your sister.” Melody sighed. “Less time for us with him.”

“He won’t forget us,” Pam said.

“And if he does, we’ll remind him,” Melody said, something hardening her face for a moment.

“So, what’s Japan like?” Pam asked.

They pelted me with questions. I smiled, answering them, starting to open up. I shouldn’t be shy, not after Melody and I fingered each other to orgasms only moment ago. It felt nice to start to make American friends.

Friends with benefits.

At some point, Clint vanished. My mom still talked with Mrs. Hiragawa, speaking softly. I hoped they were gossiping about Clint, Mom getting all wet and ready to be fucked by him. Oh, I would love to see that.

“What are you thinking about?” Melody asked. “Something naughty glinted in her eyes.”

I blushed. Normally, I would never say this to my friends, but these girls were different. “Minako is thinking about Clint fucking her mother. Minako enjoys watching Clint when he’s fucking.”

“He is such a hunk,” Pam said. “Mmm, I get off watching him plow Melody hard.”

Melody just grinned. “He is fun to watch. You should see him and Alicia. She’s so cute and tiny beneath him.”