This is a continuation of the lives of the main characters from my story Our Kinky New Neighbors. I guess I couldn't let them go just yet.
My name is Paul and my beautiful—nah, let's say stunning—wife is named Gemma.
So you can picture us better, I'm hapa: half Korean and half Euromutt via the Midwest USA. I'm about 5'10" and slim but in good shape and I inherited none of my white ancestors' hairy genes and all of the Asian good-head-hair genes. Gemma is also 5'10" and Native American with strong features and a slightly darker complexion that mine. She has long black hair and gorgeous dark almond eyes. Her bearing is all classic beauty and mine is more class clown.
Not long before I met Gemma, I was a pretty standard issue straight guy whose mind suddenly got opened along with his ass. Luckily, Gemma is trans and has a lovely cock that can fill my ass and a spirit that fills my heart. But I bet you only care about one of those things right now.
Gemma and I have two kids who came along through a unique deal with our friend Michelle. While she was living with us for a few years, we had sex with her on a regular basis. If Gemma impregnated her, the kid was Michelle's. If my swimmers won the race, Gemma and I would raise the child as our own. It may sound like baby roulette and there was some fun in the randomness of it all but there was also a lot of love between us and we could never repay Michelle for what she did for us.
While our early years of marriage were full of threesomes with Michelle and the occasional wild times with other people, our sex life had slowed down a lot since our kids entered grade school and Michelle moved out to live with her new wife Heidi, a good friend of Gemma's. We both were busy in our careers and now had children to raise and we were lucky if we got any alone time once a month. To be honest, sometimes we just needed to sleep or watch a movie to chill out when we got any free time.
Everything changed when I got a phone call from my father telling me that my first cousins from Korea would be staying with us.
Yeah, that may sound wrong to American ears but a Korean family will just straight up tell you what to do with your own home and family. Obligations are complex and my family has always been incredibly generous with us, helping us buy the house of our dreams in painfully pricey San Francisco. That generosity comes with some strings.
My dad was calling in his chips by telling me to put up my twin cousins from his younger sister while they began art school in the spring semester. I hadn't seen Ki and Joon since they were preteens but now they were 18 and college-bound. So in early January of 2020, I found myself waiting for them at the airport as their fellow passengers and crew spilled out into the International Terminal at SFO.
I was scanning the influx of dark-haired, well-dressed arrivals when I got distracted by a wall of Korean Air flight attendants marching by in near-perfect lockstep. They were all perfectly made up and dressed like this ideal stewardesses that you might see in the 1960's. My drool was probably visible when I felt a hand tap me from behind.
I wheeled around just as a young woman leapt up on to me and wrapped her legs around me in a tight hug.
"Uncle Paul!!!"
While trying to support the lithe, feminine body of Ki, Joon leaned forward and shook my hand warmly with a big smile. Ki kissed me on the cheek and deboarded my torso. I finally got a good look at the two of them.
Ki was maybe 5'2" on her toes and couldn't weigh more than 100 lbs. She had shoulder-length straight black hair with bangs and was as perfectly made up as a Korean Air hostess. Joon was taller but still short at 5'6" and almost equally slender. He may have weighed in at 130 soaking wet and looked like he had a second career with one of the K-Pop boy bands becoming famous around the world. His hair was glam and he had his own share of make up on, a norm now for Korean young men.
I was almost speechless at how pretty both of them were and was curious what Gemma would think of our houseguests.
Ki and Joon were both very polite and made an almost seamless transition into our household. They helped out when they could, although we had to teach them things like laundry and doing dishes because they were used to their housekeeper doing all of that for them. They watched our kids once in a while so Gemma and I could go adulting for the evening.
I never saw them argue until one night we were having dinner and Joon was telling us about a project he was working on with his friend Roger. The twins had gone to an international school in Seoul for two years and had fluent understanding of English but still had strong accents that if I tried to write down, I'd sound like a racist asshole.
"Roger makes very good work in sculpture. He is like genius."
Ki giggled and teased her brother, "Joon is totally in love with Roger."
Joon's face turned sour. "Roger just really talented, very smart. I admire him."
Ki laughed even more. "Joon want to suck Roger dick—"
Joon really didn't like this and immediately socked his sister hard on the arm. She's a tiny waif and he's not exactly a heavyweight himself but I'm sure it still hurt. Our kids cheered.
Gemma stepped in and broke it up but we had a talk with both of them later about talking about dick sucking and punching each other at the dinner table in front of our kids, no matter how entertaining they found it. Ki and Joon apologized but I could tell Joon was still annoyed with Ki for days afterward. I didn't know what was going on but we started to figure it out until mid-March.
I'm not superstitious but it was Friday the 13th when everything went to pieces. San Francisco schools had just gone on hiatus and a national state of emergency was declared. My tech company announced that we'd be working from home for the next few weeks at least and Gemma's agency sent her home early that day with the same expectation.
I had to run some errands after work and figured I should grab some toilet paper like the rest of the country. I ended up in a two hour line and didn't get home until almost 9 pm. The kids were in bed and Ki and Joon were watching TV and relaxing. Gemma liked to keep the house pretty warm and the twins had been slowly adapting to that by wearing less and less clothing. Ki was only in a large t-shirt and I had to assume panties or short shorts while Joon had jeans on but no shirt.
I said hello and then went to look for Gemma upstairs after looking in on our sleeping angels. Gemma opened our bedroom door wearing an open robe and only panties underneath, panties that were barely concealing her thick, growing cock.
We still hadn't had The Talk with the kids and my wife almost always was tucked around the house, especially since my twin cousins weren't aware that Gemma wasn't born female. I had a serious thing for seeing her bulge in a nice pair of silk panties but Gemma had no time for that now. She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me inside, then shut the door quietly.
"I have a story for you. Or maybe two stories," she said, pushing me towards the bed. "Get on your knees if you want to hear them."
My wife was rarely dominant like this so I knew this was going to be good. I did as she said and got on my knees at the foot of our king-sized bed. She sat on the edge and rubbed her crotch on my face. I could feel her stiffen even more as her head poked out above the waistband.
I licked the head and then wrapped my lips around her as she lifted her ass and pulled her panties down to give me complete access. She started talking as I began to work my mouth over her 8-inch cock.
"Ooooo okay so I came home early today thinking I could take the twins to lunch while the kids were still over at the sitter's place. I mean, we'd already paid for the day, right? So I come inside and I don't see the twins downstairs so I head up and hear these moans... Oh goddamnit you've gotten so good at this..."
Gemma paused to look at me as I looked up into her eyes, her willing servant. I couldn't wait for her to continue so I stopped sucking as a threat.
She blinked and then leaned back and said, "Okay, sorry I'll focus. So I see that the twins' bedroom door is cracked a little. The moaning is clearly coming from inside but it sounds tinny, like it's coming from a speaker. I peek inside and I see that Joon is sitting at his desk watching porn. No big deal, right, teenage boy spending some time online with his best friend, Mr. Hand? But then I look at the screen and see that it's a pair of twinks fucking their brains out!"
