Twin Japanese Nieces Pt1 - Sex Stories

Twin Japanese Nieces Pt1

... her snatch she laid out all of the details that needed to be done this week. It’s a good thing I did come home early because all of my spare time was now shot to shit. But still, all of this planning showed my wife’s incredible attention to detail. Even as she spoke, her routine for rinsing out her pussy remained unchanged. She took the utmost care in ensuring that she was as clean as a whistle inside and out. When she was done she came back into the pool with me and impaled herself on my once again stiff cock. “Thank you honey,” she cooed while wiggling her hips back and forth to nestle herself completely down on my shaft. When she was seated with her full weight on my lap she leaned forward onto my chest and sighed, “It’s so nice to have you home again.” ……………………. The next week seemed to fly by like lightning shot out of a bazooka. The spare bedroom was all made up and cleaned out for the girls. New linens were purchased for the beds and towels for the bathroom. It’s amazing, we already had towels! But I was not going to argue, I really didn’t mind. The girls were going to be treated just like any other member of the family. Finally the big day was here. We all piled into the car and headed for O’Hare. Erin and Mark played their video games while Kayko sat in the passenger’s seat like she was expecting kittens. In a way it was kind of funny. I had not seen her this wound up in a long time. At the airport we waited at the international arrivals area. The girls would have to ...

... clear customs, and I would have to show my ID to take custody of two unaccompanied minors. No big deal, but the line at the non-resident booths was a mile long. We were in for a bit of a wait. After almost an hour an airport employee along with a security guard and an airline customer service agent appeared with the girls. I was actually a little bit surprised. Both girls were dressed in identical red and white kimonos with white socks and black sandals. If there were ever two authentic looking Japanese girls in the world, here they were. They could not have been any more than 4feet 8 inches tall, and they weighed maybe 75 pounds each. They were tiny in comparison to my kids. Their coal black hair was pulled back into one thick ponytail, and they both walked with short quick steps. Both girls were remarkably pretty for their age. As the entourage approached I pulled out my ID and a copy of the girl’s itinerary. Upon their approach Kayko stepped forward and spoke in Japanese to them. The girls said nothing in return, they simply bowed to her. As I signed the paperwork and squared away the custody handoff Kayko introduced our kids. Again there was no reply, they just bowed. As I turned around Kayko introduced me to them. This time she spoke in English. “Saki, Shiori, this is your uncle Mike. Mike, this is Saki and Shiori.” “Hello girls,” I said with a smile. The two girls looked at me from head to toe very quickly before responding in unison with a bow. “Hello Uncle Mike.” This ...