Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Quarter/Beatriz
When you left town after your sister’s 15th birthday, you didn’t realize how much that would hurt her. It took you a while to discover how deep her feelings had been for you while you were growing up, and how much her life spiraled out of control when you suddenly disappeared. You were ready to accept her hate, but instead she opened her heart to you, and even hinted that maybe you could continue those “mutual helping” sessions that helped you both survive your teenage years.
But all that paled with the discovery that your nieces, those two cute nine-year-old, home-schooled twins that had trouble understanding why people bothered putting on clothes, were in fact your daughters, one last burden to your sister before you abandoned her. One last present to remember you by, according to her.
Given all that, one would think you would spent a lot of time with your sister and your newfound daughters. But the reality was that you weren’t sure how to deal with all of that, and between your duties at school and after school, you had only visited a few times and only once accepted her invitation to stay the night.
Today she had invited you over for dinner, saying the twins missed you and she had made your mom’s meatballs. You had left school at the same time, but somehow you arrived at her house a little before Beatriz, only to find Luana waiting for you at the door.
“Hello, Mr. Gardner, over for dinner?” she greeted you with a sideways smile. As always, it was hard to tell what that smile entailed. Luana treated you with the same respect expected from a kid her age, but she had made it no secret she would make you pay if you hurt her sister. Another reason you didn’t like to visit your sister. You weren’t sure how much Luana knew about your relationship with your sister, and you didn’t want to complicate things more.
“Yes, will you be joining us?” you replied.
“Sorry, I have to finish the extra homework,” she said. “I have to keep my grades up if I want to retain my permission to leave early to look after Amelie and Eveline,” she said, waving behind you, where your sister had finally arrived.
You didn’t have time to focus on your sister paying Luana, for two blurs of yellow and black came running out the door and jumped on you at that time.
“Uncle John!” they both cried as they hugged you. They wore identical yellow dresses, only their hair showing any difference between them. “We missed you!” “Why haven’t you visited?” “Are you staying over?” “Do you have our birthday presents?”
“Girls, let your uncle breathe and come in the house,” said Beatriz. “And don’t forget to also greet me, or I’ll feel left behind,” she added.
You couldn’t help but pat the two little asses of the girls to send them over to their mom. They were as beautiful as the first time you saw them, and knowing they were your daughters hadn’t diminished your desire for them. Your sister knew it, and so far she had tolerated it, even allowing you to give the girls a little hands-on exploration of their bodies.
No sooner had the door closed behind you, that Eveline started pulling her dress over her head, showing she wore nothing underneath. Your eyes immediately went to her hairless slit as your dick started getting harder.
“No! remember we have to ask mommy!” stopped her Amelie, forcing the dress back down. “Mom, can we take our clothes off?” she asked Beatriz.
You looked over at your sister. It was clear she was having doubts. Last time things had gone way farther than she expected, and yet once things started, she hadn’t complained. You decided to stay quiet and let her decide.
Your sister decides
- No naked play, dinner is getting cold.
- They can remove their dresses, but uncle John and mommy stay dressed.
- Sure, we can have a naked dinner party. Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 05:53, 24 December 2019 (UTC)