Eeping It Close

I had only friendly encounters with Kylie and Monica for the next few weeks. Well except for the once a week or so occasion in which Kylie and I would have sex in the living room while Monica was in class. We felt some strange need to hide it, but at the same time Kylie wanted to flaunt it. She was worried that she'd pushed Monica too far lately, but at the same time she would stand in Monica's doorframe and ask me to stand behind her to do the deed.

After our first meeting, I would have thought any normal relationship with either of them impossible. But we all seemed to make good company and good friends. So I just chalked up Kylie's apprehension to not wanting to damage a good thing.

It was easy hanging out with them. We watched movies together. They came to all the football games and looked fine as all fuck when they wore the team colors and tight jeans and all. We ate dinner or lunch together most days. Monica was constantly giving me shit and degrading me and Kylie was constantly building me up. To be honest, they felt like the siblings that I never had. So when they asked if I wanted to come to their parents' house with them over the Thanksgiving break I gladly said yes.

Before you judge me, yes it would have been nice to go to my own home, but I only know my mother and she is a nurse who likes to take holiday shifts for the extra pay. I don't blame her. Without her doing that I couldn't afford to be in school.

We packed up Wednesday after class and piled into the girls' SUV. I, as a distinguished guest, had the distinct privilege of sitting in the middle of the back row all by myself. As an honorary member of the road trip I was also serenaded by three and a half hours of music entirely not of my choosing. The actual bright side of all this was I got to see Kylie and Monica smiling, laughing, dancing, and telling me stories about their childhood, their older sister living as a new wave hipster artist in Japan, and the beauty of the beach we were headed to.

The house was a lovely ranch style home situated on a small hill overlooking the beach below. As we got out of the car and Kylie stretched her legs I took a moment to enjoy her crop top riding up her torso and the slight wedgie her sweatpants had given her. It's the simple things in life.

Monica had on an oversized sweatshirt and tight shorts, though to be honest all shorts fit her tightly, and her dark hair pulled into a bun that for some reason made me think of the brief sexual interlude we had shared one night not too long ago. She turned around and saw me staring at her.

"Mouth breather," she said and pushed past me to grab her bag.

When we entered the house I could tell right away it had been decorated by a fancy interior designer. I would later find out that was the mother's full time job. The house gave the immediate sense of a casual opulence that seemed to fit the twins better than words could describe. Beautiful, bohemian, boobies (in the abstract paintings on the wall as well). That sort of thing.

Kylie was directing me up the stairs when some movement on the balcony across the room caught my attention.

"Uhh, who is that?" I said motioning towards the glassdoor that separated the living space from a massive balcony.

"Ugh. That idiot is our father," Monica said dropping her bag and proceeding to throw the curtains shut over it.

Outside I had witnessed a fully naked man rippling with muscle sweating profusely while performing some sort of yoga or pilates. But even more surprising than that was the largest dick I'd ever seen hanging between his legs. And trust me. I've seen some fucking monsters in the locker room. Guys with junk like that like to let you know about it.

Kylie giggled and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry. Yours is perfect."

I shrugged and trodded upstairs to one of the bedrooms. As soon as I put my bag down I heard someone behind me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Monica said staring at me from the top of the stairs.

"Uhm-" I managed.

"That's my room. Put your shit in Kylie's room," Monica turned to look at Kylie.

"Relax. You know mom won't let him sleep in the same room as me. So he has to use yours," Kylie came to my aid.

"No fucking way. We both know he's a huge perv. He'll probably jerk off on my panties or some shit," Monica said.

"Relax we both know you only wear granny panties. I'll give him a pair of my thongs if he feels the need," Kylie said and winked at me. Monica stomped her foot and stormed into the other room.

We ordered takeout from an asian restaurant nearby and by the time I had unpacked my bags and mentally prepared myself to meet the father of the two most beautiful women on the planet it had arrived.

"Dinner's here," Kylie called. I went downstairs into the living room and noticed Kylie had ditched her sweatpants for jogging or volleyball shorts or something. But they barely covered anything and the spandex material left nothing to the imagination. I could see the tight curves of her hips as they dipped to her tight pussy lips through the fabric.

"I'm Mark Close," a man's voice said. I must have been scared or embarrassed or something because I flipped my head around a little too fast to meet the voice.

He was tall, dark, and yeah, handsome. I could have guessed as much seeing as how his daughters turned out. Youngish too I guessed.

"Oh, uh good to meet you. Thanks for having me," I said and put my hand out. When he shook it it felt like he was trying to crush a cinder block. A very dad handshake. He made no mention of it so I figured we were just gonna ignore the whole naked on the balcony thing earlier.

We watched a little TV and made small talk while we ate. Turns out Mark was actually a former tennis pro which explained his physique and general wealth. He took up yoga as a way to recover in between workouts back when he was still playing, but now it was his occupation as well. He'd retired about five years ago at 35 and taught fitness classes full time for the snooty rich folk in the area now.

This revelation of course led to Monica blasting me for being a special teams player on the football team, but it only backfired when her dad was impressed.

"There are no unimportant positions in sports, Monica. I'd say he's a pretty athletic guy, too," Mark said.

"Thanks. To her credit she comes to all the games anyway," I said and tried to smile at her. She just rolled her eyes and walked to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine.

"Hey, hey, hey. What do you think you're doing?" Mark said to her as she dug the corkscrew in. We were still underage at the time so I figured she was going to get in trouble with her dad. I know my mom would have skinned me alive for even just looking at a beer.

"We have cheesecake in the fridge for dessert. Pour a red," Mark said instead. I couldn't help but think to myself that California has no shortage of cool parents.

The cheesecake was phenomenal and the crust was, as always, the best part. Kylie busted out some party games and before I noticed we had killed two and a half bottles of wine and were all rosey with laughter and smiles. We were playing Catch Phrase or Taboo or something. One of those word games, guys versus girls, but the twins' connection was impossible to beat. As soon as one got a syllable out the other could guess it right away. We were losing by about a hundred points when Kylie suggested we switch teams.

"I'll be on daddy's team and you two can be your own little team of co-misery," Kylie said plopped down in her dad's lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kicked her feet up. Her tiny shorts rode up her legs and she looked almost like she was in a bikini. To be honest they looked like the perfect sugar daddy/sugar baby combo.

Needless to say, on the other side of the coin Monica and I made an awful team. As the night wound down Kylie made herself more comfortable in her dad's lap and I felt a pang of jealousy as she wiggled around the couch. She was definitely tipsy and not 100% in control of her limbs.

We said our goodnights and as Kylie stood up to go I saw Mark's pant's bulge as his cock was relieved of the pressure of her body weight. Some guys just have it all. I couldn't blame him for having a boner. Even if Kylie was his daughter she just exuded sex appeal. I thought about Monica for a minute for some reason. Her appeal was something else entirely. But it was still there.

I had been in bed for maybe 15 minutes when I heard an almost silent knock at my door. When I opened it I was greeted by Kylie with a finger over her mouth shushing me. She was just in her crop top and a pair of lace panties. I felt the blood rush out of my head and down my body. Her hand was soft and warm as she pulled me back down the stairs and we tumbled onto the couch cushions below.

She pushed her lips against me hard and I pushed back. Somehow I got my hands around her wrists and pinned her hands above her head.

"We should go back to my room," I said.

"What's wrong with out here? Are you scared?" Monica said and spread her legs wide. Her panties slid up into her pussy and I could see a slight glistening on the edge of her lips.

"I mean, uhh, yeah what if someone catches us?"

"That's what makes it so good," she said and kissed me again. I knew there was no way I could stop. I just had to get it over with as quickly as possible to reduce the chances of Monica walking in on us or even worse... her dad.

I pulled my boxers down over my cock and as I did it slapped against my chest making a semi-loud thunk. We both froze for a second before Kylie giggled and we continued. I pulled her panties aside with one hand and in my haste I accidentally ripped them. She gasped.

"Fuck. What's gotten into you? That's so hot," she whispered and pushed her hips up towards me. I knew I had to keep control of her if I wanted to make it quick or she'd do what she always did and tease me until I couldn't think and force me to cum so hard I felt like I was going to die. So I kept her hands pinned and spit on her pussy. This made her moan a bit louder of course so I took my other hand and put it over her mouth and used my cock to rub the spit into her pussy to make sure it was wet enough for me to slide in with no resistance. And it did.

She arched her back and I felt myself get at least halfway inside her. I began pumping and looked down at her. Her dark eyebrows were arched and her eyes were locked in a look of pure pleasure, begging me to go harder, faster. Her crop top rode up over her perky B cup tits and the tan skin and pink nipples had me about to burst already.

She must have sensed I was close because she shook her head no. Not yet. I tried to do everything I could to stop it. Just to buy a few more seconds of the best feeling on earth as I felt myself sliding around inside of her. I took my eyes off of her tight, flat, hard stomach, the perfect place to cum, and looked around the room for something to distract me. I found the perfect distraction. Outside on the patio was once again, her dad.

He must have just noticed me as well because he was frozen in mid-stride with an eyebrow cocked. He held up his hands as if to say, "my bad" and began to turn around and walk back to the master bedroom patio door. This turned out to be a mistake. As he crossed the patio he walked back through the angle at which Kylie could see him.

"Wait is that my- oh, fuck," Kylie managed before her pussy clamped down so hard on my dick I thought she was trying to cut it off. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to pull out. So instead of being able to slip quietly back into his bedroom, Mark was treated to the display of my blasting four ropes of hot cum across his daughter's stomach as she shook out an orgasm that would have been impossible for anyone in the house to sleep through anyway.

When we were both done we looked at each other in silence. Her face was one of a pleasant exhaustion, but she still managed a big smile.

"God, that was good," she said and crawled out from under me. She didn't bother to wipe any of my cum off and just walked back upstairs into her room.

I was panicking. Was her dad going to throw me out? No way Monica slept through that. Was she going to kill me in my sleep tonight? But in the end neither happened. I crawled back into bed and just about as soon as I closed my eyes I fell asleep.

I woke up to the small of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and the tingle of grapefruit juice. Downstairs I came across the rare sight of Monica standing by the stove whipping up the meal. She was in a t-shirt and what looked like panties. When she saw me rounding the corner and checking her out she sighed and said, "They're bikini bottoms."

"Oh, yeah. They look nice. Isn't it a bit cold for swimming though?" I asked and peered at the stove over her shoulder. She was an excellent cook and honestly rather domestic for such a sour person. It looked delicious. The food that is. Totally, the food.

"There's a sauna under the patio. Dad had it built so he could recover quickly after practice. I'm going to use it to rest and relax. I couldn't sleep last night because my sister smelled like sex. Do you know why that would be?"

"Hmm. Oh happy Thanksgiving by the way," I offered in response. She let me sit in awkward silence for a bit before she spoke again.

"Next time please use a towel. She didn't even bother showering. She just got in bed all covered in cum. Her panties were all ripped up and she didn't put on a fresh pair of those either. Just sat there all covered in sex in bed next to me," Monica ranted. If this were any other person on earth I would think that maybe they actually were mad. But this was Monica. After our previous special encounter... I think she might have actually liked it.

It didn't take long before Mark and Kylie joined us downstairs in the breakfast nook. We watched the parades and ate. Kylie motor mouthed away about the floats and the brands and commercials and we were all inclined just to listen to her. Eventually there was an ad for Victoria's Secret and Kylie blurted out how she couldn't wait to go there tomorrow for Black Friday and get some new underwear.

"Ohh," Mark said.

"Ohh, what?" Kylie responded.

"Oh. Nothing, sorry."

We all stared at him until he gave in.

"It's just that I thought it was Monica, that's all," he shrugged and leaned back at the table. Monica had the opposite reaction. She pounded a fist on the table and jumped out of her seat.

"What?! With him? Get real," she stomped off. Whoops. That had gone about as wrong as it could. I looked to Kylie for help and she just shrugged. Because Monica cooked, I offered to clean and Mark chose to help me. We wiped the dishes down and flipped the TV from parade to football.

"So... sorry about last night. I've been used to having the house to myself lately. Didn't think about young folks doing uh..." He began.

"No. It's my fault. I really shouldn't be doing that in your house. I'm a guest and all. Kylie wanted to- not that I'm blaming her- it's just -" I started rambling as fast as I could.

"Kylie can be hard to say no to. I get that. She's always been like that. No need to be sorry. What you two are doing is totally natural. Two good looking fit young people having sex. It happens. but... just when I see you and Monica interacting I see something else," Mark said. I didn't know how to even begin dissecting that statement, so I just didn't say anything.

"I talked her down. She's fine. Making a show more than anything," Kylie said on her return, "Hey dad, do you mind teaching us some hot yoga? My hips have been killing me lately."

"Sure thing, though I do find it odd that your hips are tight..." Mark turned his glance to me and gave me a look, "Maybe it'd be good to stretch your hips too if you've been doing a lot of kicking."

Normally I would scoff at the very idea of yoga. I can stretch just fine without seeking inner peace or whatever, but the look Mark gave me told me that it would probably be in my best interest to say yes.

"Oh, uh, yeah, for sure. Been kicking... a lot. I mean you know at practice at least," I spluttered out.

I didn't have a swimsuit packed, so I just grabbed a towel and put on some athletic shorts. In the daylight the rocky beach was beautiful and as I wrapped around the house to get to the sauna that sat under the deck I couldn't help but admire its natural beauty. I would have admired it for a bit longer had I known what sort of weird hell was waiting for me in that sauna/yoga studio.

When I entered it was still a bit foggy and Monica was already stretching on a mat on the wood floor. Her bikini was white and, for all I could possibly tell, tiny. It was a high waisted thong that fit around her wide hips just right and the top offered little to no coverage or support along her breasts.

She saw me, but didn't say anything. Just kept stretching.

"I like your bikini. It fits you," I said. Again she said nothing. Oof. I couldn't help but admire the way her dark hair sat atop her head in a messy bun, or the way her ass spread across her bikini as she stretched. Oh shit. I was getting hard already. I decided I'd better start stretching to. At least to get my mind off of soft slender bodies.

It wasn't long after that Kylie came in wearing a sporty purple top and black bottoms. Her hair was pulled back in a short ponytail. She put her mat down directly across from Monica's and began to stretch as well.

"Your bikini looks good. It shows more of you than usual, but I like it. You're hot and you should show it," Kylie said to her sister.

"Thanks. I just wanted to be more adventurous today. Are you sure you don't mind me wearing it in front of your boyfriend?" Monica glanced at me.

"Well, I'd like to clarify he's not my boyfriend. Maybe a boyfriend. And I don't think he minds it anymore than I do. Like I said, you're sexy in it. I think you might even be giving him a little stiffy," Kylie giggled and nodded at me.

So I say something nice and I get no response!? Then Kylie practically butters Monica up and Monica was not only blushing, but now they were staring at my obvious bulge in my shorts.

"You should take those off. It's going to get really hot," Kylie spoke again.

"Kylie, I don't need to see anymore of his bulge. Thanks, though. Not interested," Monica rolled her eyes, but I saw her throwing glances my way as she changed positions in her stretches.

Mark walked in shortly after, his mat was tucked under his arm and I noticed that at least this time he decided he was going to wear something. Unfortunately it was the smallest tightest speedo I've ever seen, perhaps even in the universe. I was a little embarrassed at first to be seen next to him as he put his mat down. He was shredded, all abs and muscle and more abs, and I could remember that he had me beat by a couple of inches too, but I looked down at my own body and remembered that I wasn't a slouch either. Maybe one day when I had the fabled dad strength I'd look like that too.

"Alright. Let's get started," Mark said and put his hands down on the mat and led us through about 15 minutes of stretches and poses. Unfortunately as Monica bent and twisted the small pieces of fabric she called her bikini began to slip and slide and I could feel myself stealing looks. I tried to stop. Kylie was right there. Her own damn father was right there. But call it hormones or the fact that all my blood ran out of my head or hell maybe it was the steam - whatever. I couldn't stop.

The steam began to build and sure enough I was sweating hard. My shorts were sticking to me and making it difficult and uncomfortable as we alternated legs.

"Just take your shorts off. I usually do this in the nude anyway. It's a much more pure experience that way. Besides I think most of us here know what it looks like underneath," Mark said as we sat in a child's pose. I looked over at Kylie who had a "told you so look" on her pretty little face. I just shrugged and began to take them off.