This work is inspired by "My Reward" by Azil.
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Things were heating up toward the second week of May, and by that I mean that, this being Texas, we were rapidly entering heat wave territory. The pool was getting a lot of use, both from the family and from Sarah's highschool friends (including Ben whom she was definitely not dating). I heard about this mostly second hand, as I spent the middle of May staying away from my original family, as I still couldn't stop seeing Sarah naked and writhing in pleasure as she rode me every time I looked at her. Sharon certainly wasn't objecting to my using her hard and often to help distract from these thoughts.
Aside from work, Beth was barely leaving her house. She had gotten even wilder since I gave her Carol, and I was getting a bit concerned. If Carol hadn't been self repairing, some of the crazier things Beth had tried with them might be a concern. I had even given her a private customizable playroom (which she insisted on calling a dungeon) to use with her slave (as she insisted on calling them). I was beginning to think giving her a perfectly obedient, effectively immortal plaything might have been a bad idea.
Everyone was busy with final exams right up to the week before highschool graduation; the last week was more for club events, parties, etc. Once exams were finally over, Sharon and I insisted Cassie and Elizabeth set aside Monday night after dinner for a 'family activity' (which they lightly grumbled about, Elizabeth in particular complaining she was "finally free" and wanted to go out).
After dinner, the door bell rang. "It's for you," Cassie yelled back into the house after answering.
"Tom, Sharon, good to meet you," the pair at the door said, shaking our hands. Never mind that Yusuke and Yvonne had known me for years along with Charlie; tonight I was Sharon's husband, a completely different person who just happened to look, talk, and act exactly the same, and also happened to be named Tom Mallory.
"Thanks for coming," Sharon said, greeting them warmly.
"Happy to help," Yvonne said warmly as we led them into the living room.
"Girls, could you come out here," I called into the house. Elizabeth had gone to mope in her room after eating, and now came out looking annoyed.
"Elizabeth, you are going to be going to college soon, so we figured there were some things we needed to go over beforehand. This is Yusuke and Yvonne Hamada. They are tutors."
"I finished all my tests already," Elizabeth put in testily. "Kinda late. Are you sure I can't go to a party?"
"Not that kind of tutors..." Sharon began to say, ignoring her request.
"Better to just get it out there," Yususke interjected. "Yvonne and I are sex tutors. We are here to teach you how to fuck."
Yup, that's right. Yvonne and Yusuke were now part-time, fully licensed and certified (by the county teaching board) Sex Tutors. You could book them to come over and teach your kids (18 and older) how to fuck, or just get them in for Kama Sutra lessons or the like. Normally this would have resulted in the girls freaking out, but I had tweaked things just a bit ahead of time.
"Why am I here? I have had boyfriends before..." Cassie objected, to the idea of needing sex tutors, not the existence of them, which she took as completely fine.
"Briefly. It didn't go well. Any of the times," Sharon countered.
"Well yeah, but..."
"And your sister is a virgin," she continued. "They are mainly here for her, so we figured maybe they could help you too while they are at it."
"You know there is this thing called the internet, right?" Elizabeth whined.
"If you think the internet is a good way to learn about this, then you are sadly mistaken," I replied. "The stuff you see there is completely staged and unrealistic."
"We have classes about this already," Elizabeth continued.
"The classes are just about safety," I said. "Sure you know the mechanics, but you don't have the skills. Theoretical vs applied knowledge."
"When you get boyfriend, you will thanks us for doing this for you," Sharon put in firmly. Elizabeth mumbled a bit. "What was that?"
"I said I have a boyfriend already," she said more clearly.
"You do?" Sharon asked, eyebrow raised. "And when were we going to hear about this? Have you been sneaking out to fool around? You said those times you came home late were swimming practice! How far have you gone? Have you been careful? Oh my god do I need to get you a pregnancy test!?" she continued, voice rising.
"NO. No fooling around. And it WAS swim practice," she continued, shaking her head. "Just maybe staying a bit late hanging out by the pool..." Sharon gave her a hard look. "I was going to introduce you at graduation. I didn't want it to be this big thing while we were busy with the testing and all. I had too much work to do to deal with the freak out I clearly correctly anticipated."
Sharon looked at her crossly. "Sneaking around behind our backs? I thought I raised you better than that. And don't think I didn't notice you don't seem surprised," she added to Cassie, who was pointedly looking away. "In any case, if you do fool around, it's all the more important."
"Look, I know you might find this a little embarrassing, and yes Cassie I know you have some experience, but this will help it be better for both of you in the future," I added.
"It's fairly common for people to be nervous about sex tutoring," Yvonne said to the girls, having been silent to this point. "We here to teach you how to FUCK and enjoy it, not just demonstrate how to put a condom on a banana or show slides with pictures of sperm on them," she continued, really emphasizing the word fuck.
"Look girls," Sharon said, hands on her hips. "We went to all the trouble of getting the Hamadas to come and help you learn the ins and outs of sex, and we are all going to strip down and let them teach us." Elizabeth started to object but Sharon held out a hand to stop her. "This is not up for debate." I reinforced this, making them less inclined to continue arguing than they would normally be.
"Fine but I won't like it," Elizabeth finally said in huff, just like how she had once declared she didn't like me.
Sharon led everyone to our room, where our new mattress had been waiting since we got it, and began to strip, as did I and the Hamadas. The girls sat there for a second before Sharon glared at them. They finally began undressing, trying to do their best to cover themselves, and finally sat on the bed, naked but awkwardly covering themselves while the rest of us stood there, letting them see our nakedness.
"Tom, why don't you start by getting Sharon ready?" Yvonne suggested. "It might help break the ice."
I pulled Sharon to me and kissed her, at first softly, then a bit stronger, putting one hand on her lower back, then sliding it down to her ass. I moved a hand up and began to massage a breast. After a bit, I traded tits, massaging the other one, then my spare hand began the trip down her belly to her gash. I heard an intake of breath from Sharon as I stroked her mound.
Elizabeth was fidgeting, rubbing her legs together to stimulate herself, trying not to be seen. Cassie was biting her lip, hands clenching and unclenching.
"Feel free to play with yourselves if you want," Yusuke put in, as he stroked his own very large dick (I had definitely been determined to go against the stereotype about Japanese men when I imagined him back to his idealized 20s). "All part of foreplay. Just getting naked and trying to go straight to sex isn't going to be a great experience for anyone," he added. He got behind Sharon and turned her partly around, pushing her down onto the bed so her legs were open and her pussy plainly visible to them. I inserted a finger and began sawing in and out of her.
"She's nice and wet now," Yvonne narrated clinically, pointing at Sharon's vagina. "Don't let boys try to rush you while you're dry; you'll both regret it," she admonished, putting in a finger wag for good measure. "Boys always want to rush to put it in." I objected but was ignored.
Sharon was blushing up a storm at this clinical discussion going on with the girls looking right at her gash as my finger speared in and out of her. "What's wrong mom?" Cassie asked teasingly, taking the advice to play with herself a little. "This was your idea."
"I was AHxpecting to be more of an OHudience then a demonstratoooor," she replied softly. I laughed and wiggled my finger inside of her, making her cry out.
"It's often more comfortable at first if it's a family member," Yusuke commented. That was definitely not normally true.