Surprise Homecoming

I pulled into the driveway just after noon on Friday, suitcase in the trunk and my mind already on the weekend. The business trip had wrapped early, and I was looking forward to surprising everyone. I grabbed my bag and headed inside, boots thudding softly on the hardwood as I made my way toward the bedroom.

Halfway down the hall I heard water running in the bathroom. The door stood open a few inches. I slowed, then stopped completely when I saw what was happening inside.

Sophia crouched completely naked in front of the sink, her long blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail. Her petite, curvy body glistened with water and traces of shaving cream. Her perky C-cup breasts rose and fell with each breath, pink nipples tight. Her round, firm ass flexed slightly as she shifted her weight.

Caden stood in front of her, also naked and visibly aroused. His lean, athletic frame was tense, abs tight, long legs braced. His cock stood erect, long and smooth, the flushed pink head resting against his stomach with a slight upward curve. His balls hung hairless and sensitive beneath it. Sophia held a pink razor in one hand and was carefully drawing it across the base of his shaft.

Caden looked up first. He met my eyes without any sign of surprise. “Hey, Dad.”

Sophia’s hand jerked. She turned, startled, then relaxed when she saw it was me. “Oh! Hi, Daddy. You’re home early.”

I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to form words. My eyes kept moving between them—their smooth, hairless skin, the way Sophia’s fingers still rested lightly on Caden’s cock, the way his erection twitched under her touch.

“What...” My voice came out rough. “What are you two doing?”

Sophia smiled, calm now. She gave Caden’s cock a gentle stroke with her free hand before continuing to shave. “We’re getting ready for the swim meet tomorrow. Body hair creates drag. Every second counts.”

The razor glided smoothly over his balls. Sophia’s fingers cupped them gently, lifting them so she could reach every spot. The skin there was pink and tight, completely bare. Caden’s cock throbbed visibly.

“How long has this been going on?” I asked, my own cock starting to press against my jeans.

Sophia rinsed the razor and moved to the underside of Caden’s shaft. “Since I hit puberty. I asked Mom what to do about the hair and she showed me how to shave. She did it for me the first few times, then taught me to do it myself.”

Shaving Her Brother

She finished Caden’s balls and set the razor aside for a moment, using her fingers to check for any missed spots. Her touch was slow and thorough, sliding over every inch of smooth skin.

“When Cade started getting hair about a year later, he asked me to help,” she continued. “We’ve been shaving each other ever since. It’s easier with two people.”

Caden’s breathing had grown heavier. His cock leaked a clear bead of precum that Sophia casually wiped away with her thumb.

“Have you two ever...” I hesitated, heat rising in my face. “You know.”

Sophia laughed softly, not mocking, just amused by my awkwardness. “Fucked? No, Daddy. We’re both still virgins.”

Caden looked at me directly. “Both of us. We’ve been waiting for the right person.”

Sophia picked the razor up again and finished the last few strokes along Caden’s shaft. She rinsed it, then ran her palm slowly over the entire length of his cock and balls, checking the smoothness. “There. All done.”

She stood and stepped back, letting Caden’s freshly shaved cock stand fully exposed. It twitched under our combined attention, the pink head shiny with precum. Sophia’s own smooth pussy looked just as bare, her inner lips slightly parted and glistening.

I still hadn’t moved from the doorway. My suitcase sat forgotten at my feet. The sight of my naked, shaved, aroused twins and the casual way they talked about it had my mind spinning and my body reacting in ways I hadn’t expected.

The Razor’s Edge

Sophia grinned at me. “As long as we have everything out, we should shave you too, Daddy. That would be a nice surprise for Mommy.”

As she spoke, she was unfastening my belt and pants. I wax too stunned to move.

Caleb said, “That would be so cool, shaving you for Mom.”

Sophia yanked down my pants and underwear revealing my pubic hair, which like Samson’s had never been cut. “Look at that bush! That has got to go!”

Before I knew it Sophia was untying my boots and Caden was taking off my shirt and in no time I was naked with my children. Although compared to their fresh shaves I looked like a bear, a bear with a hard-on.

Caden grabbed the electric clipper and started at my neck while Sophia started opening a new pink razor. The electric clipper hummed against my skin, a low vibration that seemed to echo in the quiet bathroom. I could feel the coarse hairs of my chest being lifted away, the blade gliding smoothly over my sternum, down the ridge of my abs, and stopping just above the thicket of hair that still clung to my groin. My breath hitched each time the clipper passed over a sensitive spot, and I found myself grinding my hips ever so slightly against the cool tile, a helpless reaction to the mingling of shame and arousal.

“Almost there, Dad,” Caden murmured, his voice low and teasing. He paused the clipper, the blade still buzzing faintly against my thigh “You’re gonna look so fucking clean.”

I managed a shaky laugh, though my throat felt tight. “You two are enjoying this a bit too much, aren’t you?”

Sophia’s fingers traced the line of my hip. Her touch was feather‑light, yet it sent a jolt straight to my cock, which throbbed. She leaned in, her blonde hair brushing my ear, and whispered, “You’re huge, Dad. I can’t even get my hand around it.”

I swallowed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Just ... be careful, okay?”

Caden grinned, his eyes flicking to my erection. He reached out, his calloused thumb brushing the underside of my shaft, making me gasp. “Whoa,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You’re really hard. Looks like you like this more than you let on.”

Shaving Dad’s Junk

Sophia giggled, a sound that was half‑nervous, half‑excited. “He sounds just like you do when I shave your cock, Cade.” She glanced down at my throbbing member, then back at her brother. “Want me to hold it steady while you finish the sack?”

Caden’s grin widened. “Yeah, that’d be perfect.” She grasped me, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock, pulling it gently upward so it lay flat against my stomach. Caleb’s hand moved to my balls. He turned the vibrating razor on low, the tiny motor buzzing against my scrotum. The sensation was electric—sharp, tingling, and impossibly intimate. I felt a surge building deep in my gut, a pressure that threatened to spill over.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my voice ragged. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”

Sophia’s hand slid up my thigh, her fingertips grazing the hairless skin of my inner thigh. She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “You’re already leaking, Dad. Look.” She lifted her hand, showing me a glistening bead of precum that clung to her fingertip before she brought it to her lips and sucked it clean, her eyes locked on mine.

I moaned, the sound low and raw. “You two ... you’re killing me.”

Caden chuckled, his thumb rubbing slow circles over the head of my cock. “Just wait ‘til we get to your ass.” He nudged me gently, urging me to bend forward.

I obeyed, feeling the cool air kiss my exposed spine as I bent at the waist. Caden’s voice came from behind, low and amused. “Ready, Dad? I’m gonna start at the top and work my way down.”

He pressed the electric razor to the nape of my neck, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. As he worked, his free hand roamed over my ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, his fingers slipping occasionally to trace the cleft. He paused, his breath hot against my ear. “Your ass is so hard, Dad. I can feel every muscle.”

Sophia’s hands moved up my back, her nails lightly scraping the skin. The scent of her shaved pussy—clean, sweet, a hint of musk—drifted up to me, making my cock twitch even harder against my stomach.

I gasped, the sensation of his fingers combined with the razor’s buzz sending another wave of pleasure through me. “Caden ... please...”

He laughed softly, then shifted the razor to my lower back, moving slowly downward. Meanwhile his other hand was toying with the thick hair that surrounded my asshole, twirling it and grabbing and tugging gently. Each pass of the razor revealed more of my smooth skin, the hair falling away in tiny, trembling strips.

“Your cock’s fucking gorgeous,” Sophia whispered, her thumb brushing the slit. “Looks like it’s begging for attention.”

Caden’s voice came from behind, low and urgent. “Okay, Dad, I’m gonna finish your ass now. Bend a little more for me.”

I obliged, arching my back slightly, presenting my ass to him. He spread the cheeks with his thumbs, exposing the tight, pink hole with its dense hair. The vibrating razor hovered over it, the buzz sending a delicious tremor through my sphincter. I gasped, my cock jerking in Sophia’s hand.

“Fuck ... that feels ... insane,” I breathed, my hips twitching.

Caden’s hand moved from my ass to my balls, his fingers rolling them gently as he continued shaving the perineum with the vibrating razor. The sensation was almost too much—sharp, tingling, and deeply erotic. I could feel my orgasm coiling tighter, a hot knot low in my belly.

“Almost done,” Sophia said, her voice breathy.

I straightened up and Caden finished with my legs, his razor gliding over my calves, then down to my ankles, and finally, with a mischievous grin, he lifted each foot and shaved the tops of my toes. I laughed, a short, breathless sound that turned into a moan as his thumb rubbed the arch of my foot.

“Your feet are cute, Dad,” he said, teasing. “Almost as cute as your cock.”

The bathroom smelled of warm water and shaving cream, a faint citrus note clinging to the air as the twins moved in practiced synchrony around me. I stood naked, my skin already tingling, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Caden’s brown hair fell in loose strands over his forehead, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of concentration and something darker—anticipation. Sophia’s dark curls were pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few tendrils escaping to frame her face, her eyes bright and hungry as they flicked over my body.

Switching to Blades

“Alright, Daddy,” Sophia murmured, her voice low and teasing, “let’s get you nice and smooth.” She squeezed a generous dollop of cream onto her palm, the white foam spreading slickly over her fingers before she brought them to my chest. The sensation was instant—soft, slick, a little cold where the cream met my skin, then warming as she began to work it in with slow, deliberate circles.

Caden mirrored her on my left side, his hands rougher, more urgent. He dragged the cream down my abdomen, his fingertips tracing the faint lines of my muscles, pausing to press a thumb into the hollow just above my navel. I inhaled sharply, the contact sending a jolt straight to my cock, which twitched against my thigh, already slick with precum.

“You’re still leaking,” Sophia whispered, her voice a sultry purr as she glanced down at the glistening bead at my tip.

She lifted her hand, wiping it away with her thumb, then brought that thumb to Caden’s mouth, where he sucked it clean with a soft, obscene pop. “Tastes like salt and need.”

I swallowed, my throat dry. “You two ... you’re enjoying this a little too much,” I managed, my voice hoarse.

Caden chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and into my palm where it rested on his shoulder. “We’re just getting started, Dad. You’re gonna love how it feels when there’s nothing in the way.”

They worked in tandem, the razors gliding over my skin with a whisper‑soft hiss. Caden worked one side, Sophia the other, with fresh pink safety razors, their strokes slower, more deliberate, as if they were savoring every inch.

“Your skin’s so soft,” she murmured, her breath hot against my ear as she leaned in to shave the side of my ribcage. “I could stare at it all day.”

I groaned, the sensation of the blade scraping away stubble sending a shiver down my spine. My cock throbbed, a heavy, aching weight that begged for release. Every so often, their fingers would brush against it—accidental, or maybe not—sending a spike of pleasure that made my hips jerk involuntarily.

“Sorry,” Sophia apologized, though her tone held no remorse. She gave my length a light, teasing squeeze, her thumb rubbing the slit where precum welled. “Can’t help it when you’re this hard.”

Caden’s hand slid lower, his fingers curling around my thigh, his nails lightly digging in as he guided the razor down my shin. The sensation of the blade against the delicate skin of my calf was almost painful in its intensity, each stroke a reminder of how exposed I was.

When they reached my feet, they paused, both of them kneeling, their heads bowed as they worked the razors over my arches and toes. The intimacy of it—two sets of hands caring for the most neglected parts of me—made my chest tighten. I could feel Sophia’s breath warm against my ankle, Caden’s cheek brushing the top of my foot as he leaned in to check his work.

“All done down here,” Sophia announced, her voice bright. She rose, wiping her hands on a towel, then turned to my back. “Now the fun part. Turn around Daddy.”

I shifted, turning to face the wall, presenting my back to them. The cool air hit my exposed spine, and I felt a sudden vulnerability as they began to shave the back of my calves, then up my thighs, the razor’s edge catching the fine hairs. Their movements were synchronized, a dance of blades and hands that left my skin tingling and smooth.

When they reached my lower back, Sophia paused, her fingers tracing the curve of my sacrum. “You’re gonna love this part,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. She reached for the shaving cream again, this time scooping a generous amount and spreading it over my ass and perineum with slow, deliberate strokes. The cream felt thick and luxurious, coating the sensitive skin in a slick layer that made every touch feel amplified.

Caden took the pink razor first, his hand steady as he began to shave the cheeks of my ass. The blade glided over the curves, each pass removing the faint fuzz that had lingered. I could feel the cool metal against my skin, the slight tug as it caught a stubborn hair, and then the smooth glide as it passed over.