Saturday morning arrives gray and cool, light rain tapping against the bedroom window. I'm already awake when the clock hits seven, Katie's arm draped across my chest, Hope and Hester sprawled on either side like bookends after last night's marathon.
[Good morning, host. I trust you enjoyed last night's roleplay. I deliberately withheld per-act notifications during the scene breaking the immersion would have spoiled your fun. Consider it a gift. Now that the curtain's closed, here's the full accounting.]
[New multiplier discovered! Roleplaying acts - value = 1.5]
[Roleplay event - "Schoolgirl Detention" per-act breakdown:]
[Hope blowjob (partial undress): 400 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 900]
[Hope vaginal sex, virginity retake (partial undress): 1,000 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 2,250]
[Cumshot in Hope's pussy (partial undress): 600 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 1,350]
[Hope anal sex, virginity retake (partial undress): 1,200 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 2,700]
[Cumshot in Hope's ass (partial undress): 600 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 1,350]
[Hope cleaning blowjob (partial undress): 400 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 900]
[Hester cleaning blowjob: 400 x 1.5 roleplay = 600]
[Hester cunnilingus on Hope (partial undress): 400 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 900]
[Hester - anal cunnilingus on Hope (partial undress): 400 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 900]
[Hester anal sex (partial undress): 1,200 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 2,700]
[Cumshot in Hester's ass (partial undress): 600 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 1,350]
[Katie voyeurism/masturbation (partial undress): 300 x 1.5 state of undress x 1.5 roleplay = 675]
[Hope orgasm x3: +1,500]
[Hester orgasm: +500]
[Total reward: +18,575 | PDP: 67,475]
Considering that I spent 20000 PDP on the hymen restoring pill, last night session was a zero-sum game point-wise. However, recalling yesterday night's wild acts...
Totally worth it!!!
I untangle myself from the pile of limbs and pad to the kitchen. Coffee. Need coffee before my brain starts planning the next move. The apartment smells like sex and sleep - Hope's perfume, Hester's shampoo, Katie's cooking from last night all mixed together. Home.
By eight they're up, showered, dressed. Hope flips pancakes in a t-shirt that barely covers her ass. Hester sets the table in one of my button-downs, buttons done wrong, showing off her collarbone. They move loose-hipped, easy-smiled, still riding that post-fucking glow.
Katie walks in wearing nothing but an apron. She catches my look and grins. "What? It's Saturday."
"You're going to give me a heart attack before the twins even arrive."
"That's the plan." She kisses my cheek, pours herself coffee. "Nervous?"
"About two sixteen-year-old girls who can't do fractions? Please."
"About their mother."
I shrug. "Mary's handled. Pin of Trust is ticking up as we speak. By the time she picks them up, she'll be thrilled."
"The girls themselves?"
I take a sip. "Curious. Innocent. Kiss each other when they think no one's watching." I set the mug down. "Perfect"
Hope slides onto my lap, arms around my neck. "Daddy, can I help with the tutoring?"
"Maybe later, babygirl. Today's about trust. You'll have your turn."
She pouts but nods. Across the table, Hester watches, calculating. She's been quiet since the wedding, learning the hierarchy, figuring out where she fits. Good. My little slutty pet is learning.
...
At quarter to ten, I change. Dark jeans, fitted Henley, sleeves rolled. Approachable. Trustworthy. The kind of man a single mother trusts with her daughters.
The buzzer rings at exactly ten.
Mary's in jeans and a light jacket, hair pulled back. Relaxed. The Pin of Trust and the suggestion spray did their work no wariness in her smile.
"Morning, Ben. Thanks again."
"My pleasure. Come in."
Behind her, two identical faces peer from the stairwell. Dana and Gina step inside, and for a moment I just look.
Fuck me. This is the first good look I've gotten at them that is not through a hidden camera. One eighty tall, toned, D-cups straining their sweaters - Dana in light blue, Gina in pink. Long curly brown hair, blue eyes, full lips. Dana has a small mole above her left eyebrow. That's the only difference between them.
They're nervous. Standing close, shoulders almost touching. Gina's hand brushes Dana's wrist unconscious, habitual.
*System, activate Trust fund. Both twins. And Cat herder. Show me all three's status.*
[Trust fund activated. Duration: 3 minutes. Medium trust increase to Dana Hudson and Gina Hudson.]
[Cat herder active. AOE trust + loyalty, 8ft radius. Affecting: Dana Hudson, Gina Hudson, Mary Hudson.]
Dana Hudson
age:16
Role: Potential Daughter (twin)
Affection: 22
Love: 0
Horniness: 10
Fear: 0
Loyalty: 2
Trust: 31
Virgin: YES
Anal virgin: YES
Oral Virgin: YES
Likes:
Dislikes:
*Thank you, system.*
[You are welcome.]
The whole interaction takes less than a second, then I continue, addressing the three. I smile, warm and easy. "Welcome. Make yourselves at home. Water?"
They exchange that twin telepathy glance. Gina speaks first. "Water would be nice."
Mary follows them in and settles onto the couch. "Don't mind me. I'll just observe."
Katie appears from the kitchen, wiping her hands. "Mary! Good to see you again. This is my daughter, Hope, and her friend Hester - they're here to study together while the tutoring's on."
Hope waves. "Hi."
Hester murmurs a greeting.
"Your girls are gorgeous," Katie says. "Coffee?"
"I'm fine for now."
"Hope, Hester go ahead and start in your room."
The girls disappear down the hall.
Katie sits beside Mary with two mugs anyway, and they fall into easy conversation the building, the neighborhood, school. Mary's guard keeps dropping.
I turn to the twins. "I'm Ben. You've heard about me from your mom but I'd rather hear about you.
What do you two like doing? Besides not math."
Dana and Gina exchange that twin glance. Dana shrugs. "We like swimming."
"School team?"
"Just at the lake. Behind the old mill."
"Nice spot." I lean back. "What's the worst part about math for you?"
Gina speaks up. "When the numbers don't look like numbers anymore. Like when they're under a line."
"Fractions," I say.
"Yeah. That."
I nod. "Fractions are just division you didn't finish yet. And division is just repeated subtraction. Everything breaks down to simple steps. Once you see that, it clicks."
I gesture to the study corner a desk with two chairs, notebooks and pens already set out. "Let's sit.
Show me what you've been working on."
The twins settle in. Dana pulls out a worn textbook. Gina uncaps a pen, waiting.
I stand to the side of the desk, in easy view of both. Papers spread. Equations half-solved. I scan their homework the mistakes are consistent, which means the fix is straightforward.
"Alright. Ready when you are."
They exchange a glance. Nod.
*System, activate Mentor. Both twins.*
[Mentor activated. 8 minutes. Dana Hudson, Gina Hudson.]
"A fraction is a part of a whole the top number tells you how many parts you have, the bottom number tells you how many fit in one whole and if you divide the top by the bottom you get a decimal, and every decimal times a hundred is a percentage, same number three different outfits, pick whichever works for you."
I keep going - improper fractions, mixed numbers, equivalent fractions. Five minutes in, Dana's answering without hesitation. Seven minutes, Gina's correcting her sister's math.
When the skill ends, they stare at their worksheets like I've performed a miracle.
"How did you...?" Dana looks up. "I actually get this."
"You're smart. You just needed someone who could explain it."
She blushes. Gina blushes too.
On the couch, Mary watches. Leaning forward, arms on her knees, staring surprised at her girls.
Katie touches her arm. "See? He's got them."
"I know, but -"
"First time's the hardest. I sat through Hope's whole first session too. By the second one, I was dropping her off and enjoying a quiet hour to myself."
Mary hesitates. The twins are happily working, heads down, pencils moving. They haven't looked up once.
"Go," Katie says, warm. "He's got them."
A long pause. Then Mary stands. 'Two o'clock?"
"Two works."
She gives the twins one last look they're fine and lets herself out.
The door clicks shut. I let the silence settle, then take them in properly.
Knee-length pleated skirts - Dana's in navy, charcoal for Gina - matching the sweaters. Light blue and pink over white collared shirts. D-cups straining the fabric. When they sit, the skirts ride up just above the knee. Toned calves. Good genes.
I catch Katie's eye. She nods barely a movement and stands.
"I'm going to start lunch," she says, casual. "Need anything before I hide in the kitchen?"
"We're fine."
"Shout if you need me."
She disappears down the hall. The apartment settles into quiet.
Just me and the twins.
*System, buy three aerosol bombs.*
[Three aerosol bombs purchased. 30,000 PDP deducted. Current PDP: 38,425.]
I lean against the desk, casual, letting them settle into the silence. Then I begin.
"Before we dive into math, I want you to understand something." I keep my voice low, even. "Being here is about more than grades. You're safe here. You can relax."
*Deploy bomb one.*
[First aerosol bomb deployed. 8ft radius. Duration: 3 minutes.]
Their faces go slack for a fraction of a second then smooth over.
"You feel completely safe and relaxed here with me. You enjoy my attention and you look forward to coming back next Saturday. You trust me and you'll do what I tell you because I genuinely want to help you."
Dana's shoulders drop. Gina's breathing slows.
*Deploy bomb two.*
[Second aerosol bomb deployed. 8ft radius. Duration: 3 minutes.)
"We're going to spend a lot of time together and during our sessions my hands on your body anywhere during lessons helps you focus it's natural, not improper and your sweaters constrict your movements so you can remove them, and what happens in this house stays in this house, besides your math results no need to tell anyone what we do here."
*Deploy bomb three.*
[Third aerosol bomb deployed. 8ft radius. Duration: 3 minutes.]
"Wearing less during lessons makes studying easier and being lightly dressed or even exposed around me feels normal and exciting, not embarrassing and when you and your sister are alone with me you get aroused, that's normal, you like me, nothing I do or say can be wrong and from now on when you come for tutoring as long as only me and my family are in the house you can remove your panties, no one will know and you'll enjoy the sense of freedom."
They blink. A shared glance the kind that says something shifted but they can't name what.
Gina's hand goes to her collar. Tugs at her sweater. "Is it just me or is it warm in here?"
"A bit," Dana says. She pulls at her own sleeve.
"If you're too warm," I say, "feel free to take your sweaters off."
They exchange that glance. Then Gina hooks her fingers under the hem and pulls it over her head. White shirt underneath. Plain cotton bra visible through the fabric. She folds the sweater and sets it aside.
Dana follows. Light blue sweater off. Same white shirt. Same plain bra. The thin cotton of her shirt shifts across her chest as she settles back into her chair.
"Better?"
They look at each other, then at me. Gina nods.
'Good. Let's get to work."
I pull their worksheets closer and scan the problems. They already know the basics now - Mentor handled that. The rest is practice, confidence, repetition.
"Try this one." I slide a fresh sheet across. "Word problem. You're splitting a hundred dollars three ways.
One person gets a quarter. How much does each get?"
They trade that glance the twin telepathy. Dana scratches her head with the eraser. Gina mutters under her breath.
"A quarter of a hundred is twenty-five," Dana says. "So the first person gets twenty-five. The other two split the rest?"
"Seventy-five split two ways is thirty-seven fifty each, Gina finishes.
'See? You didn't even need me."
Gina tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. In shirtsleeves now, she's more relaxed. The posture tells me everything no tension, no wariness.
Time to test.
I pull a chair from the corner and set it between them. "Scooch over."
They exchange a glance their space is theirs, always side by side, no one in between but they shift apart anyway, making room. Dana's knee brushes mine as she moves. She pulls it back fast. Too fast.
They're nervous. Not because I'm close because being close feels different than it should.
I settle in and spread the worksheets across the desk, then lean back in my chair and place my hands on the inner part of their knees. Casual. Like it's nothing. Dana's breath hitches. Gina goes still.
"Right," I say, voice low, "let's walk through this one."
I keep explaining, nonchalant, my thumbs tracing small circles on the inside of their knees. Bare skin. Warm.
Neither of them pushes me away. As they get used to my touch, courtesy of my suggestions, they relax, and faint pink taints their cheeks, a telltale sign of arousal.
*System, be a dear and notify me of any changes on their stats.*
[Of course, host. I will flag any stat changes as they occur.]
[Dana trust: 39, arousal: 14]
[Gina trust: 36, arousal: 16]
My actions cause their skirts to bunch up, but the girls don't seem to mind. I caress every inch of their inner thighs while keeping up my explanation, though the girls seem more interested in seeing what I am doing to their sister than on the book, or their own legs for that matter.
[Dana trust: 40, arousal: 18]
[Gina trust: 37, arousal: 20]
Emboldened by their acceptance, I almost decide to grab their little cunts, but hold back at the last second.
Neither of them says a word. Neither of them stops me.
I stop moving and remove my hands before standing up, removing my chair and motioning to the girls to bunch up again. I swear that I noticed a pout on their reddened faces, but it disappeared in a flash.
"Try solving the next five exercises on your own. I'll be right here."
As they somewhat sullenly and flushed bend their heads to start solving the equations, I move behind Dana and grab her big, perky tits, causing her to yelp startled. They both turn to look at me, but I smile. nonchalantly, hands on her breasts, and say, "Don't mind me. Go on."
Dana, completely red in the face, turns her head forward and continues working the exercises, while I happily work her lovely firm titties every which way. While I tease Dana's nipples through the fabric, I casually turn my head to Gina. "Gina dear, why don't you unbutton your shirt? It will make the exercise easier. Yup, at least it will for mine...
Gina freezes for a second, then she shrugs and deftly unbuttons her shirt from top to bottom, going as far as untucking it from her skirt so as to reach the last button. Then she keeps working the math, her shirt hanging open, barely covering her breasts and exposing her smooth belly.
I remove my hands from Dana's breasts and pat Gina's head. 'Good girl." Then I move behind her and once again stretch my hands forward and grab her as I did her sister. The sensation is way better with only the bra, and I start lifting, caressing and squeezing her tits to my heart's content.
[Dana arousal: 24, trust: 41]
[Gina arousal: 28, trust: 38]
Seeing her sister's antics and unwilling to be left out, Dana the shy little Dana — firms her expression and, having reached a decision, quickly undoes the buttons of her own shirt. Then, to both mine and Gina's surprise, she removes it completely, stretches backward, purposely arching her chest, and bends forward again to continue her work, leaving Gina's mouth gaping and my cock at full mast.
Damn, it takes two to tango, but three to speed up the steps...