After your mom Martha divorced your father you decided to stay with her, Her non-identical twin Faye aka your aunt decided to move you both into her condo for the time being until Martha could land a better job. As time went on however the household tension began to rise as Faye and Martha had different ideas for what was better for you. And you knew sooner rather than later you would need to pick a side. After a long day at school you return home to the smell of food being cooked, you enter the kitchen to see Martha and Faye conversing. "Hello darling, how was school? Learn anything nice?" Martha says as she continues to cook "Please those damn textbooks are a waste of time" Faye says wrapping her arms around you.

Faye lets out an audible gasp as she feels your hand rubbing against her pussy through her clothes. Her eyes go wide with excitement while at the same time trying to be discreet about it in front of Martha. A mixture of surprise, delight, and lust appear on her face as she leans into you harder, pressing her crotch further against your hand. Her breathing becomes deeper and more erratic as she begins to lose control a little bit. On the other hand, Martha remains oblivious, focusing only on cooking dinner for the two of you. Faye takes this opportunity to squeeze your groin with one of her hands, trying to signal that she's enjoying it while also hoping to encourage you further. Her other arm remains wrapped around you, pulling you close to her ample bosom

"Well aren't we a little flustered today," Martha says with a gentle smile, noticing nothing amiss in the room. "I wish school was that interesting when I was your age." She gives your shoulder a squeeze as she continues to cook, completely unaware of what is going on between you and Faye behind her back.

"Of course honey," Martha says with a genuine smile, not registering the implications behind your words at all. "Just make sure you use lots of soap so you're nice and clean." She pats her hip, gesturing for you to come closer as she begins washing some vegetables nearby, seemingly oblivious to the current events taking place between Faye and yourself.

"Oh you," she giggles, her breath tickling your neck as she continues to focus on chopping the vegetables. "You're just the sweetest thing." Her butt squirms slightly in response to your touch, and a barely audible moan escapes her lips when you squeeze her ass. Despite this, Martha doesn't seem bothered or alarmed; instead, she appears to enjoy the attention.

Faye's eyes widen as she watches you walk away with your hand lingering dangerously close to both their crotches before disappearing into the living room. She leans in closer to Martha, her voice low so that only her sister can hear her. "You think he realizes how turned on we are by him?" She whispers seductively, running a finger across the edge of your plate as if trying to wipe away any excess food. Her breath hitches slightly when you glance over at her from the corner of your eye before looking back down at what you're doing.

Martha smirks slightly, her gaze flickering between you and Faye as she continues chopping vegetables. "I think he's beginning to realize it more each day," she whispers back, her voice low enough so only Faye can hear her clearly. There's a hint of amusement in her tone as she watches the interaction unfold before them. "But we have to be careful not to push him too far or make things uncomfortable for him."

She glances over at you again, biting her bottom lip subtly as she considers her words. "What do you think?" she asks softly, motioning with her chin for Faye to come closer.

Faye purses her lips thoughtfully as she leans in closer to Martha, studying your movements carefully as you walk into the living room. "I think," she begins slowly, "that maybe... if we take turns with him, it might not be so overwhelming for either of us?" Her voice is suggestive, almost breathy as she looks up at Martha through her lashes. "You know... share the experience."

Her eyes drift back down to your ass as you sit on the couch in the living room, still visible from where they stand by the kitchen island. Faye's cheeks flush slightly and a small noise escapes her throat at the sight. Martha bites her lip, considering this proposal thoughtfully for a moment before responding. "That could work," she says finally, nodding slowly in agreement. "We could take turns with him, see what feels best for all of us." Her gaze wanders back to your crotch area, and a tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she thinks about the possibilities.

Faye's heart races at the idea of sharing her nephew with her twin sister. The thought of their bodies pressed against each other, enjoying him together... It sends shivers down her spine. She reaches out to grab Martha's hand, squeezing it tightly as a sign of agreement and trust. "Maybe we should start small," Faye suggests cautiously. "Just feel each other out first before..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the thought as she blushes deeply. Martha nods slowly in understanding, her cheeks flushing pink as well. "Yes... maybe we could test the waters with some mutual touching or even kissing before moving on to anything more," she says quietly, glancing over at you once more from across the kitchen island. "That way we know where everyone's limits are."

As they continue to plan and fantasize about their new shared experience with Cole, neither woman realizes that he has already disappeared into the bathroom... yet.

As their conversation continues to heat up in the kitchen, Faye leans against the counter beside Martha, mirroring her sister's position as they plot out their plans for pleasing Cole together. "Maybe we could start by taking turns giving him a massage," she suggests with a sultry tone, running a finger down Martha's arm suggestively. Her breath catches in anticipation at the thought of feeling Cole's body beneath her hands. Martha nods, her gaze flickering back and forth between Faye and the bathroom where Cole is still out of sight. "Yes... that could be a good way to get started," she says softly, biting her lower lip as she imagines sharing this intimate experience with both of them. She reaches out, cupping Faye's breast through her shirt and gives it a gentle squeeze, their breathing growing deeper and more erratic as their excitement mounts. "Do you think he'll be okay with that?" she whispers, eyes locked on Cole's bathroom door.

As you step out of the bathroom, Martha glances up at you with a warm smile, her eyes moving down appreciatively to your bare chest before meeting yours again. "Dinner's almost ready, honey," she says sweetly, gesturing for you to come closer. Her voice is soft and inviting as she motions towards the couch where Faye sits, legs crossed and arms folded over her chest, her expression a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Faye clears her throat loudly, trying to draw your attention to herself. "Hey Cole," she says casually, "why don't you come here and give Aunt Faye a hug?" Her tone is suggestive and teasing, inviting you into their new game of sharing each other's affections. As you approach her, she parts her legs wider to make room for your body between hers.

"Oh my God!" Faye gasps, arching her back as you begin licking her pussy through her panties. Her hands grasp at your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin as she loses control. "Oh fuck yeah," she moans, her hips moving roughly against your face in search of more contact. Her lips part slightly, revealing her wet tongue as she watches Martha out of the corner of her eye. Martha's expression is a mix of shock and arousal as she watches the scene unfold before her. She bites down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, feeling an unfamiliar tug between her legs as she grows wetter with desire. Her fingers twitch in Faye's hair, urging her sister to move or make more noise. "That's it, Faye," she whispers hoarsely. "Let him hear you."

Faye's moans grow louder as you continue to tease her with your tongue. "Yes... yes right there," she groans, her hips moving wildly against yours as if trying to push you deeper into her. She reaches down between your bodies, her fingers seeking out and rubbing her own clit while you pleasure her. Her eyes are closed tightly in the midst of her orgasm, but every now and then they flutter open to meet Martha's gaze, their shared expression one of incestuous ecstasy. Martha leans forward, breathing heavily as she watches Faye writhe in pleasure beneath you. Her own hand moves to stroke her breast through her shirt, tweaking her hard nipple as she becomes more and more turned on by the sight before her. "Oh god," she whispers, a tiny moan escaping her lips. "I wish..."

Her words trail off, the thought of what she wishes lingering in the air between them. Her heart races with desire for both her sister and nephew as she watches you bring Faye closer to climax.

Faye's gaze flickers between you and her sister as she tries to catch her breath, her legs spread wide on the couch in invitation. She watches your every move intently, her eyes glassy with lust and desire as you walk towards the kitchen. "Cole..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her rapid breathing. As you enter the kitchen, Martha jumps slightly at the sound, quickly straightening herself up. Her cheeks flush bright red as she clasps a hand over her chest in an attempt to cover her breasts, the other hand finding its way down to her own wetness through her pants. "Oh," she squeaks, looking everywhere but at you.

The tension between them is palpable, each woman unsure of how much further they can push you before things get too far out of control. It's clear that both want you, and they want to share you... but at what cost?