Twin Japanese Nieces Pt3 - Sex Stories

Twin Japanese Nieces Pt3

... well dug with a large capacity pump. Even though it had not rained for weeks we still had water in abundance allowing me to keep the swimming pool full. As I pulled into the driveway the Fed-Ex man was just getting out of his truck. “Good afternoon,” he said while getting out his clipboard. “Are you Mike?” “Yes I am,” I replied while walking up to him. “I have quite a few boxes for you,” he said while walking around to the back of his truck. “You might need a little help.” I turned and looked at Kayko. “Did you order anything?” “No,” she replied with a puzzled look on her face. When the Fed-Ex guy opened the back he pointed to the rack on the right hand side of the truck. “The bulk of those are yours,” he said while climbing into the back. Holy shit! There must have been 10 or 15 boxes of all sizes in there. As he handed me the first box I looked at the address label. Japan. All of these boxes were from Hirito. He must have sent every last possession of the girls. Kayko and the girls headed into the house as I helped to unload the truck. Box after box came out until I was standing in a pile of packages of all sizes. And some of those mothers were heavy! By the time we were done both the truck driver and I were covered in sweat. As I counted and signed for everything Kayko came out with two glasses of iced cool-aid. “Thanks buddy,” I said as I slipped him a 20 during our hand shake. He deserved it. As the truck pulled out of the driveway Kayko began looking at all of the ...

... boxes before picking up two. One was a rather long and somewhat skinny box, similar to the kind of box you might send a few golf clubs in, and the other was shorter and fatter. “Need help?” she asked while cradling the boxes next to her. “I got this,” I answered as I opened the garage door to get my hand truck. What was in all of these? I loaded the hand truck and headed to the house on the first of 5 trips. A bigger question might have been this, where are we going to put all of this stuff? But it was for the girls, therefore it got the utmost importance. With the last load in and the hand truck put away I sat down with a glass of scotch on the rocks to enjoy the air conditioning. As soon as I was seated the fashion parade began. First the twins came into the living room modeling their new outfits. As they would leave to change into something else Erin would come in and model her clothes. Everything looked great, especially when they would spin around. Their skirts would fly out to reveal that none of them was wearing anything underneath. For the next hour I got to see outfits of all shapes and colors along with flashes of young pussy. It was quite the display. With the last outfit modeled I clapped my hands. “Good job everyone,” I cheered. “Excellent fashion show.” The twins bowed in unison. “Thank you Uncle Mike,” they said before stepping over and climbing onto me. “Thanks dad,” my daughter said before joining in on the pile. It took maybe half a second before we were in a ...