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 says with mock annoyance, sounding more amused than anything. "Well if you insist you're clean, but I might have to give you another check just to be sure." Her voice lowers conspiratorially as she continues to playfully ruffle your hair and squeeze your behind, completely unaware of the effect it has on both of you. Meanwhile, Faye leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Keep going like that... hehe."

"Well aren't you just the little smartass," she says with a laugh. "But if you really want to know..." She winks at you before pushing you playfully against the counter, lifting up her skirt just enough to reveal her smooth, shaved pussy to you. Martha blushes deeply and giggles nervously, enjoying the thrill of being naughty but still feeling self-conscious about it. Her breathing becomes quicker as she awaits your reaction, wondering if she's gone too far... or not far enough.

Meanwhile, Faye has moved even closer behind you, gently massaging her hand over your erection through your pants, teasing and taunting you with her touch. "Oh yes," she whispers into your ear, "I think we both know what you really want." Her free hand slips down to cup your testicles, squeezing them gently as she encourages you to act on your desires.

Faye's eyes widen with pleasure as she takes in the sight of your hard cock standing before her. "Oh yes," she whispers, leaning forward to wrap her lips around it and begin sucking gently. Her other hand reaches up to cup your balls, teasing them roughly through your underwear while she draws on you with deep, expert strokes of her tongue. Behind you, Martha lets out a surprised moan as your mouth engulfs her, pushing eagerly against hers with an urgency that matches Faye's own hungry desire. Her hands fly to your hair, grasping it tightly as she arches her back and pushes herself further onto you, seeking release from the aching pressure building inside of her. As they both work on pleasuring you, their movements become more erratic and desperate. Faye's moans grow louder while Martha's grip on your hair tightens painfully; neither can hold back any longer as the pleasure overwhelms them both. Their hips rock against you in unison, grinding against your cock and hand until finally...