Nice & Naughty

Nice & Naughty

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Scott returns home from college during winter break and is dragged to the annual neighborhood Christmas party by his parents. Things take a turn for the better when his fantasy girls also are revealed to be home for the holidays.

Summary

Scott returns home from college during winter break and is dragged to the annual neighborhood Christmas party by his parents. Things take a turn for the better when his fantasy girls also are revealed to be home for the holidays.

Content

Submitted: December 17, 2016

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Content

Submitted: December 17, 2016

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Nice & Naughty

 

“Scott!” Mom yells from downstairs for the fourth time.

“Yeah?” I yell back slipping on my loafers.

“Hurry up!”

I roll my eyes again because she sounds like a bad song stuck on repeat.  Move the hell on, damn!  Not like I really wanna go to this damn party anyway.  It’s like totally not my thing to hang out with, you know, old people.  All I want to do is chill, play my Playstation and then maybe look at some Youtube.  And yeah… Redtube to finish the night right with my joystick.

“Scott!” Mom yells again in that shrill voice of hers when she’s really agitated.

I try not to grind my teeth.  The things an only son puts up with!  “What, mother dear?” I sing-song sweetly knowing it drives her up the wall.  Love her as I do, she really does get on my nerves sometimes. 

“For the love of God, would you come on?!  We don’t wanna be late for the Christmas party!”

In front of my mirror, I open my eyes and review my reflection.  An oversized sweater in a deep green over the best dark jeans I own don’t make me look like a slob.  I picked my loafers because they were comfortable.  Honestly though, Mom would have a fit if I wore sneakers to this annual party thrown by the well-to-do neighbors in the cul-de-sac.  She warned me like ten times already not to embarrass her looking like I’m homeless.  I mean really what did she expect from me?  Miracles?  Fashion is her thing not mine.

Wearing business-casual attire from work in a button down white shirt and black slacks with white pinstripes, Dad pops half his tall body through my open bedroom door. “Hey, bud, what’s taking so long?  You know how Mom hates being late.  I’d like to avert a meltdown if I can.”

I run my hand through the dark waves of my hair trapping it behind my ears with a sigh.  So I woke up late…sue me!  I needed to bathe and shave.  Shaving took much longer than I think it should because I haven’t done it since starting my freshmen semester at community college.  I still have a fair bit of hair on my jaw, but it is neater at least with dark stubble. 

My hair though was curly and unruly like a girl’s, which I was teased on all the time in high school.  However, once I hit college I got lazy.  What can I say?  I always liked my big curls and strangely the girls did, too.  It was the main reason why I let my hair grow.  Saved money on haircuts, also.  The longer it got, the curlier it got.  The girls just couldn’t seem to keep their hands out of it which puzzles me still.  I’d been laid way more in the last 3 months then the entire four years of high school! 

Hell, who am I kidding?  I just lost my virginity 3 months ago!  Being a math tutor full-time has its benefits.  Not the money.  It’s mediocre really.  Girls willing to do about anything to pass math make up for it bigtime.

And no, I’m not a stud.  Far from it.  I swear that I’m average-looking.  Light brown eyes, average build and tall like my dad.  There’s nothing movie-star special about me.  I do have great hair going for me, but that’s about it.  Believe me, I use it to my advantage because I’m so shy.

“Scott Jay Clemson!” Mom screeches, and I know what that means.  She’s about to kick my ass!

“Done!” I yell.

“Great!”  Dad disappears, but I hear him holler, “He’s coming down now, Ann.”

She stomps up the stairs, and I meet Mom before her foot steps on the second floor.  Her beautiful face is flushed red like an apple.  She shoves a platter of freshly baked cookies at me.  “Here!”

I take the tray with wide eyes.  Mom makes the best cookies for Christmas with nuts and chocolate and love!  I know she makes me carry the tray of temptation on purpose to torment me because I made her wait so long.  She knows my weakness.  I hope we get to the neighbor’s house fast because I won’t be able to resist.  Before we’re even out the door, I eat two of ‘em.  Damn, they’re sinful!

“No samplin’, Scott.  Those are for the party,” she says.

“Uh-hmm,” I grunt as I chew guiltily, but stop when Mom glances back at me with narrowed eyes.  I smile without the show of teeth.  There are no crumbs.  I’m good about leaving no evidence from years of practice.

Damn!  The cookies are still warm just the way I like ‘em.  Mom and Dad walk briskly ahead, and I followed behind sneaking yet another cookie to chomp.  Num…num…  I love cookies!  So then, I’m the worst person to carry the cookie tray, but we are nearly there, thank God!  Before my parents could knock on the door, an older woman with very short light blond hair opens the door.  She wears a fitted red sweater dress with white trim.  Greeting my parents by name, she hugs each of them and then greets me with a side hug.

“How ya doin’, Scottie?” Mrs. Webber quickly takes the platter off my hands or at least tries to.

I don’t want to let it go, but Mom gives me a stern look.  I release the prize with a pout.  “Fine.”

“Well, come in and make yourselves at home.”  Mrs. Webber shuts the door behind us and then her husband, in a Santa suit and hat, waves as he hands my parents cups of eggnog. 

“Hey, glad you could make it!”  Mr. Webber says while leaning near me, “You know our girls just arrived back in town this afternoon instead of next week.”

My jaw almost drops as I look into his sharp blue eyes.  “For real?”

Mr. Webber nods in amusement.  “Yep, given ‘em a shout will ya?  They’re back in the family room.”

I need no more motivation as I nearly run toward the family room.  The last time I saw the Webber daughters was graduation.  We never traveled the same social circles since the girls were very popular and very cute.  I shared classes with them along with the school bus for years though. 

The family room is a familiar spot of the Webber house to me because I tutored the girls both on math and science for two years straight each night after school there.  Sure enough, when I arrive at the family room, I find them like their Dad says.  Both stand in front of the couch playing Mario Kart on the Wii.  They actually bump into each other at the hip in the way their little carts crash into one another on the big screen TV. 

One of the sisters in a red long sleeve tee and black yoga pants leaps up and down when her cart crosses the finish line first.  She points at her sister with finger shooters.  “In your face, Tay!”

The other sister wearing a black long sleeve tee and matching yoga pants casts her straight blond hair behind her with the roll of her eyes.  “Whatever, you cheatin’ twit!”

The first long-haired blonde slaps her own bum in yoga pants and shakes it at her sister with a giggle.  “Suck it, loser!”

Standing at the door, I laugh without helping it.  “I see you girls haven’t changed.”

Both sisters glare back at me in surprise and then I could see that there is writing on their shirts.  On the red shirt was “She’s Nice” with an arrow pointing to the side where the other sister stood with her black shirt that said “She’s Naughty” with an arrow pointing back to the other girl.  I laugh a little harder with my hands in my pockets because that sums up these girls impeccably. 

They give me identical looks of wonder and if I don’t know better, interest.  “Wow,” they say together, and it sounds like an echo.  They’re identical twins after all.  “Scott?”

I nod and enter the room with my shy smile and run my hand through my long curling hair.  “What’s up, Tatum and Carrie.”

They gasp, look at each other, and then I think it’s Tatum who whispers into Carrie’s ear.  Both girls giggle and blush.  I don’t move because I’m really not sure what to do.  God, I’ve had crushes on these girls like forever!  They are still cute, if not more so in their attire.  I just love yoga pants even more than cookies!

“Well, um, just wanted to say hi.  I’ll see ya ‘round.”  I turn to leave and sigh at how lame I am.  God, I need a backbone!  I look down as my cock stirs in my jeans.  No!  Not that kind of bone!  Ugh!

Next thing I know, I feel fingers in my hair.  I stop walking and gaze behind me.  “Oooo, soft.” Red shirt Naughty Carrie is there gazing back at me with her blue eyes shining.  Black shirt Nice Tatum jogs up to me and touches my hair like her sister. 

I smile crookedly at them and feel more at ease by the moment.  Once again, my hair saves me from embarrassment in breaking the ice for me.  This attention does not help my other problem though which is tenting at the front of me.

“You’re right, Carrie.  It is soft.”  Tatum asks looking up into my eyes, “Scott, when did you get so…cute?” 

I laugh and shrug at their attention rather shocked.  “You think so, huh?”

Carrie nods.  “And you can’t leave yet.”  She takes my arm and guides me to the couch. 

“Yeah, we need to catch up.”  Tatum follows the lead of her sister and grabs my other arm.

So there I sit between two of the hottest girls from my high school days as they ask me question after question.  Do I like school?  Do I still tutor?  Do I have a girlfriend?  I give my answers and feel the strong need to relieve the pressure at my crotch all the while.  They seem very intent on my answers.  During this conversation all I can think of is the fact I’ve never been this turned on.  Oh sure there is that time I happened to go find a bathroom and I spotted one of them topless in her room.

I don’t remember which twin it had been when I arrived early for a tutoring session.  Her door is slightly ajar, right?  I don’t think she realizes she has a gawking audience.  Her hair is wet like she just got out of the shower.  Her A-cup sized breasts receive the most sensual lotion treatment with both her hands stroking and groping those little bells. 

While doing this repeatedly, either Nice or Naughty wears the cutest pair of white boy shorts that cling in all the right places.  I hurry on to the bathroom when I hear someone coming.  At the toilet, I relieve my full bladder that’s got my stomach in knots so I thought, but my dick is still hard after I pee.  I can think of only one thing.  Sitting on the commode, I jerk off the tension very quickly because I won’t ever make it through my tutoring session with the hotties otherwise. 

Now, I sit between my fantasy girls asking them the same questions they fired at me.  They tell me the canned answers.  No boyfriends.  School is different but good.  Campus life is exciting with so many parties every week.  They are always busy when not studying.  I have no doubt about that.

Then they challenge me to a few games of Mario Kart.  While I find the game kinda juvenile by the cartoonish look of it, when I actually start playing, I’m laughing my ass off.  The girls playfully shove me in their mock frustration in how I edge a win every time.  The game really is quite fun to my surprise.  Neither of them like it very much coming second to me.  They’re so competitive, but giggle throughout in high spirits.

“You know what?” Tatum asks while wrapping her little finger around a curl of my hair when we take a break from the video game.

“What?” I wonder with the lift of my eyebrow and grin.

“Carrie always regrets that we never… you know.”

I look at Carrie, and she’s smiling sweetly at me.  “No shit…really?” My boner eased a bit, but with talk like this, it twitches to attention.  I want to be cool but this is hard with these cute girls running their hands through my hair again.  My damn cock is getting harder by the moment.  My oversized sweater won’t be able to hide it forever.  These days it doesn’t take much to set me off.  I’m always so horny!

“All the football guys we’ve dated have such little dicks,” Naughty Carrie comments with a pout.

Nice Tatum nods with a sigh of disappointment.  “Yeah.  Nice bodies but cocktail wieners.”

“Steroids do that,” I say with my breath coming out in a pant.  Their hands drifted down my hair, along my chest to outline the bulge thickening in my jeans.

“Oooo, I bet you have a nice dick, don’t you, Scott?” Naughty lifts up my sweater to have a better look.

“Won’t you show it to us?” Nice inquires staring into my eyes.

I look around to see if anybody else is near.  No one is.  I lick my lips.  “Our parents are right out there along with the rest of the neighborhood?”

Naughty whispers in my ear, “We can go upstairs.”

I gulp hard.  “What about the party?”

Both giggle in response.  “Makes it more fun,” they say together.

I look back, and no one is checking for us.  The old people are all too busy wrapped up in drinking and socializing to care about what we’re up to anyway.  When I look at the mischievous smiles of each of these hot cute twins, how could I possibly say no?  And, the hell if I do.  My heart beats faster than ever, and leaps in my throat when Nice unzips me right there on the couch.  I gasp in shock when Naughty slips her hand through my boxer briefs.  I glance back, but we’re still alone.  While doing that, I hear a gasp as Naughty helps tug big Scottie out to play.  Frankly, my cock makes me a bit proud when both girls stare down with gleams of lust in their blue eyes, licking their lips.

“Twist my tits and call me Molly would you look at that, Tay?!” Naughty Carrie whispers with the shake of her head and my lower one.  The end of my dick pearls with a bit of my pre-cum for her effort.

“I’ll do one better.”  Nice Tatum leans over to catch it with her tongue before she licks the sensitive head like a sucker she really likes.  I hiss and look back again.  Coast still clear.  

Nice tosses her head so her straw hair flips on my thigh.  I can see her pretty face licking my dick without obstruction now and man is it hot!  Clearly, she enjoys what she’s doing as she smiles and licks more of my hard shaft.

The other sister watches with a wickedly envious grin and then looks up to my face going flush.  In my ear while stroking my hair behind it, she whispers, “I think she wanted to do that more than me.”

I nod and try to control my breathing.  Not happening.

“You like that, Scottie? You like the feel of her tongue on your head?” Naughty asked me and her sister went beyond licking then.  Nice caps my helmet and sucks gently.

I groan with the close of my eyes for a moment.  Then I feel Naughty’s mouth on mine as her sister sinks more of me in her hot mouth.  A tongue swirls on my cock, and another tongue mimics the same strokes in my mouth.  It’s so wonderful that I groan again.

I hear a loud pop and look behind us.  Still no one when I break the kiss with Naughty.  I look down at Nice fisting my cock and jerking it up and down faster and faster.  “Who knew, Scott, that you’re packing this beefy sausage in your jeans?” She shakes her head as she licks her lips.

Carrie giggles. “I told you we should’ve found out years ago.”

Tatum glanced to her sister giggling, too.  “I know.  I know.  You’re turn now, sis.  You’ve gotta taste this!”

“Oh, I can do one better!” Carrie giggles more as she stands.  In an instant, she peels away her yoga pants and flashes me a smooth pussy.  She then turns and wiggles a beautiful ass at me, too.  Nice Tatum releases me so her sister can hold me in her small fist.  Before I can say anything, in reverse cowgirl Naughty sits on my stiff cock teasing my helmet with her hot wet entrance. 

“Ahhh!” I rasp and then the other sister is at my side kissing me hard.  She grabs my hands and pulls them under her black long sleeve shirt.  My hands cup her unrestrained bells and feel her nipples harden under my palms.  Her hands leave mine, and I take over massaging her as I’ve always wanted.  In the meantime, Nice shoves a hand inside her own yoga pants rubbing circles over her clit I presume.  She moans softly breaking the kiss as I watch her pleasure herself. 

“Do you like that, Scott?” Naughty asks me while taking more of my cock inside her.  I throw my head back and groan.  She feels so good moving up and down my cock she coats with her wetness each go ‘round.  It’s not long before she’s bouncing up off my lap.  She turns her head to the side with her own hands in her mouth muffling the sexy sounds she’s making. 

Suddenly, two fingers are shoved inside my mouth, and they taste like pussy.  I groan again as I look to the other sister.  I pinch her nipples now that make her whimper.  I gladly suck on her fingers.  She tastes as I always knew she would.  Like sweet arousal.  One of my hands drifts from her breasts to the inside of her yoga pants that are soaking wet.  It seems Nice is just as wet as her sister.  I coat my digit in her slickness before I finger in and out of her entrance at the same time her sister lifts her beautiful bum up and down on my cock. 

“Oooh, oooh, I’m cumming,” Naughty whispers as she shudders while moving still up and down my cock faster than before.

I’m about to explode as I fill Nice with two of my fingers now.  I ram them deep wanting her close like me and her sister.  It’s not long before her walls close on my digits as she rocks back and forth.  Her legs tremble. 

“So am I,” I pant quietly.

Nice says in her own pant, “Not inside her.  Cum on her ass.  I wanna taste it.”

So just when Naughty’s walls clamp down on my shaft, I'm able to pull out.  Nanoseconds later, pulse after pulse of my cum shoots out aiming for Tatum’s ass.  I jerk my cock furiously for every drop of cum when Nice takes over stroking big Scottie.  Arming my forehead of sweat, I collapse against the couch and watch them.  Both girls are using their fingers to pick up my cum and lick it. 

I am dazed in amazement, yet so glad I came to the neighborhood Christmas party.  Nice and Naughty make it the best ever this year!


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