Twin Japanese Nieces Pt9 - Sex Stories

Twin Japanese Nieces Pt9

... morning.” “Some of that was probably my fault,” I retorted while remembering what I had done to them. “It’s not that,” she said while appearing to be a bit frustrated. She paused for a moment and looked around before looking at me for help. “It’s ok sweetie,” I said while rubbing her arm. “You can tell me anything.” She still was hesitant and unsure of herself, but then she finally spoke up. “I am just having some trouble keeping the girls disciplined with you and Mark around.” She had a genuine look of concern for herself as she looked at me with a bit of a wince on her face, and I know why. This was the first time during our 12+ years of marriage that she had ever taken a position opposite of what she thought my position was. Fortunately we have never really had anything major come up, but I could definitely understand what kind of balls it took for her to say what she had just said. I paused for a moment to let her words sink in and to also try and come up with a solution. When I didn’t answer her back immediately she was quickly on the defensive. “I’m sorry Mike,” she said as the tears began to well up in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that.” “No,” I said as I watched the most beautiful woman in the world fold up right in front of me, “It’s ok.” In all of my life I have never had anyone fear me. Not my kids, or friends, or anyone that I might have disliked, no one. Now, the love of my life, the sunrise of my days and the ecstasy of my nights was cowering in front of ...

... me. I have never, ever felt more low than I did at that moment. There was no way I could be mad at her because it really took a lot of guts for her to speak up. I looked at her as I continued to try and make sense of this. “What’s the matter with the girls?” I asked in a very calm and soft voice, “did we do something wrong?” Kayko spent the next 20 minutes telling me about what it was like for her when she was 12 and went and stayed with her grandmother. Their house was an old farm in a rather rural area. Her grandfather had been a carpenter since he was a boy after having learned the trade from his father. Most days out of the week he was off gathering the wood he would need to make the furniture and bowls and other things associated with his craft. When he was home, he spent most of his time in his shop working, coming out only to eat, and then to sleep in the evenings. The man worked hard for a living. So when Kayko was there, it was basically just her and her grandmother at the house alone. There were no distractions to speak of, and definitely no boys around. So as Kayko learned the particulars of pleasing a man, she was, for the most part, alone. “I’m not telling you I want you to leave,” she said while reaching out and grasping my hand very tightly. “I just need some time alone with the girls to teach them and instill a little bit of discipline.” I thought about what my wife had just said and it made sense. Besides, she knows more about what is involved than I ever will. ...