Simulated Love, Part 3

by Anonymous Submitter

I awoke first, my clouded mind recognizing Anita simply by the way she cuddled in my arms – the cutest thing I have ever seen. Biased, I know, but I wouldn't trade her for anything. The house computer had taken care of preparing breakfast shortly before we woke up, as usual, and I knew I still had a few minutes of appreciating my daughter's sleeping figure before I had to do anything. Tilting my head, I saw that Emily and Kim had moved closer after their fun, and Emily had snuggled against my arm, placing my hand against her vagina while my girlfriend was holding her tight. Once again, I knew myself blessed to have such a loving family, and guessed that the pretties who were coming to see us today were on for quite a show.

Knowing I was going to have to set the table before they woke up so, and being careful not to wake anyone, I gently placed Anita next to Emily, then headed to the kitchen area to finish preparing breakfast. I was soon graced with an heavenly sight as my two little angels were softly being awakened by caresses from their mother, their little faces showing happiness before they even opened their eyes. They instinctively sought cuddling, the youngest getting closer to her sister while she wrapped her arms around her little sister's lovely figure. The scene continued for a moment, and I thought they had actually fallen back asleep, but the smell of food eventually overcame their desire for intimacy, and they opened their cherubic eyes to look at my still-naked body.

Kim and I helped them get dressed, our hands having no qualm about navigating their soft bodies, sending shivers of pleasure even though we stayed away from more sensitive areas which might distract them too much from the food ready to eat. I put on a simple shirt and skirt, the former molding itself to my shapes while the latter was simply meant to allow easy access to my legs to any exploring hands; Kim put on a long dress, the kind she used when she wanted to play with our daughters, hiding one or both of them underneath it and giving them blessings to play with her body as they see fit.

Breakfast was more agitated than usual; the knowledge that we would be playing with prepubescent girls through the day did little to keep our minds on the breakfast, and we quickly opted to forgo a calm breakfast in favor of more mother-daughter contacts. I took Emily on my lap while my shorter lover took our youngest on hers and we shared our meals; neck kisses and gentle fondles helped prevent our daughters from succumbing to more lusty thoughts.

Our meal completed, we headed to the couch for some much-needed cuddling, and I asked the computer when we could see the darlings; I was informed that they were all but ready, and could be here in about fifteen minutes if we wanted so. I marveled at the small wonder of technology which made the computer take the excited cries of my daughters and the reflexive smiles on their mothers' faces as an acquiescence, and tightened my grip on the loving embrace.

“Let's cuddle some,” I said, “we don't want to be exhausted when the girls get here.”

“But mommy,” Anita said, “we could load them in the simulation and play with them before they get here!”

“That's not the same thing.”, Kim explained, “If we load them, they won't get all the fun we get with the simulations.”

My youngest let out an epiphanic “Hoooo...” as she remembered the difference between real life and simulation, and we got back to our excited cuddling. I feared we would get overwhelmed with lust before the girls got here, but as usual, Kim had everything under control, and the girls quickly reverted back to a mildly excited game of snuggles and embraces.

We heard the doorbell, and I swear Anita squirted a little. Kim told them to come in, the phrase more directed at the computer than at the girls who likely couldn't hear it, and the door opened even as we got up, revealing our pretty Asian twins, with wide grins framed by pigtails on their black hair. They were dressed in cute, short dresses, which led me to believe they weren't wearing any underwear. Their clothes were patterned blue and green, the patterns matching each other as they walked side-by-side. They were holding hands again, their little fingers locked together and gripping their twin's hands tight, revealing them quite stressed at meeting us; I wondered what our simulated selves did to them to elicit such a reaction, and I decided I would make them get comfortable with us before getting to the sex.

With a loving, caring smile rarely seen by anyone but my family, I walked toward them, following my daughters who seemed quite determinate to greet them closely and in person. The twins seemed scared of the approaching figures, perhaps afraid not to know how to respond properly if the girls kissed or fondled them right away, but our daughters were well educated, and the newcomers received a pair of loving hugs, hands staying away from the butts until they knew each other better, like we taught them; the whole time, the girls kept holding hands, but I could see their grip was loosening, perhaps in equal part due to the dissipating stress as to the proximity of beautiful, older girls.

Kim got ahead to greet them and make them feel welcome, and I took my place behind her, wrapping my arms around her little waist like a good girlfriend; in truth, I could hardly concentrate on what they were saying, as my head was blanking a bit from the whole situation. I allowed myself to recover a bit, knowing I might make the girls uncomfortable if I allowed them to notice my dripping pussy, and Kim invited them to come to the living room, where the couch and soft carpet would allow a “more enjoyable rest for their soft bottoms.” She actually said it like that. That girl will always surprise me, even more so as it actually seemed to make the twins more relaxed.

I sat on the couch with Anita sitting between my legs, and Kim and Emily sat on the floor facing each other, with the girls sitting together between them. Anita relaxed a bit and let her head rest back against me, calling my arms around her little belly. We sat down like that, relaxed, as we observed our remaining family members putting the girls at ease. Even at 11, Emily was significantly taller than they were, and the difference made her look much more mature than the twins, who appeared to hold Emily and Kim in the highest esteem, as they did everything they requested, suggested, or so much as implied. Soon enough, the little girls' legs were locked into each other, their bare pussies threateningly close to each other, and their hands were exploring up each others' dresses, little fingers learning new ways to please young girls from their new instructors.

They locked up on a kiss, their lips barely touching at first. They seemed to follow a practiced pattern, cutely closing their little eyes while slowly allowing their tongues to explore their twin's mouth. They barely stopped to remove each others' dress and, completely naked, let their hardening nipples rub together, making everyone else in the room quite excited. They stayed like that for quite some time, and I caught myself holding Anita a bit too close; even Kim, the one who always knew what to do, seemed at loss, her soft hands staying on Emily's legs but seeming to want to hold the adorable lesbians like they were hers.

The girls eventually stopped kissing, instead getting close enough to rub their cheeks together and profess their mutual love into each others' ears with perfect synchronicity. Seeing them do such a thing brought new feelings in me. It's as if I was watching a single person; these girls seemed to know each other so well.

I composed myself a bit and let my hands go up and down Anita's sides to help her relax. Closing her eyes, she let out a soft moan, the first sound to be heard since the twins' whispers, and I didn't envy her position as everyone targeted their attention on her. Wanting to take the focus from my innocent Anita, I asked the darling twins if there was anything they wanted, and they told me they would like us two to come sit around them with the others. I removed my and Anita's clothes before picking my youngest and placing her behind one of the girls, her legs spread wide so the little girl's bottom was nearly rubbing her clit; I took my place besides her, my legs reaching over hers and Emily's, my feet on each side of Kim's now bare bottom.

Surrounded closely by a whole family of lesbians, the girls seemed hornier than ever, and started kissing again; this time, however, their pussies were well locked together, their beautiful juices already wetting the absorbent carpet. My head got light again, and I let my pussy rub against one of the girls' legs. The whole situation quickly turned more and more exciting as everyone in the room seemed to be doing one of the girls, our screams joining the twins' muffled moans as their little legs and butts were rubbing our private areas, awaking desires I didn't know my daughters had.

My fluids were dripping more and more, overwhelming the carpet's ability to absorb them, and one of the girls let her hand caress my pussy a bit, taking as much of my cum as possible before taking her tiny fingers between their mouths. They sucked avidly as the other girl seemed to reach to my lover's pussy, likewise taking much juices for drinking, and I could feel Kim's hands tighten on my ankles. They went back and forth between us a few times, each time bringing so much pleasure, going as far as inserting little fingers inside me to steal more of my juices, then eventually got both of their hands together between their faces. They made adorable excited faces as they quivered in pleasure, their little tongues sticking out on their wet fingers, rivers of white fluids pouring from their little slits, and the act soon brought our daughters to convulsed orgasms, their juices joining all the others now drenching the carpet. The twins cuddled in each others' arms for some time but, wanting to please us further, and perhaps obeying their desires, they split and cuddled with the two grown-ups.

The darling on top of me gave me a wide grin, then plunged on my breasts, taking one tit in her mouth and pleasuring the other with her hand, even as her free hand was stimulating my breast to get more milk out of it. She sucked lovingly for some time, alternating between the two milk sources, and I hated not being able to reach for my pussy without letting go of the adorable girl on top of me, when I felt a tiny head between my legs. I recognized the long, flowing hair as Anita's, her daughterly love and lust for juice no doubt pushing her near her limit to pleasure me. She plunged her tongue in my pussy, bringing juices all over her face, and I soon exploded in orgasm, overflowing with juices as my daughter did her best to drink as much as possible before it escaped. I lay there for a while, my daughter drinking the last of my juice and the adorable girl still hungrily, but now more gently, sucking at my breasts. When Anita was done drinking, I managed to sit up a little and bring myself closer to my family, Kim and Emily seeming now quite relaxed. We took the two girls away from our breasts, and they again gave us wide grins, before turning toward each other to kiss. They did so, slowly, for quite some time, and I realized they were tasting the milk in each others' mouth, which brought a smile to my face, even though I don't know why.

Laying without any particular order on the floor, we could do nothing but relax. I had Anita in my arms and Emily's butt near my face, as she was cuddling with Kim, and the two girls were cuddling between the four of us; no doubt Emily was appreciating the tiny butt near her own face, her nose probably smelling the flagrant juices from the girls' pussies. We stayed like that for what seemed like an hour, our post-climax relaxation turning into loving embraces, when the computer played a short beeping sound. Slowly, the girls got up, and explained that they had to leave.

“Why?”, asked Emily, “It's still so soon.”

“It's already 9:40 PM where we live, and we have to be home by 10” one of them said. “And the travel is fifteen minutes”, added the other.

I exclaimed “You live on another continent and your mom lets you come to us anyway?”

They giggled, and the second girl said, “You have a good honesty rating.” “Mom lets us play with nice people”, completed the first.

I looked at Kim for a while, meeting her gaze, and we blushed, half-smiling. We didn't talk about it much, but it's true we tended to have quite a high 'Karma' rating, giving people an easier time trusting us.

They got up, and Kim handed them their dresses; I took my daughters close and whispered something in their ears. They smiled, suppressing giggles, and slowly walked towards the girls, planting loving kisses on their tiny lips as they reached them. The girls didn't fight it one bit, and I noticed their hands reaching to grab each other again, this time the tension being due to happiness and not stress.

We waved them goodbye as they exited the door, and I was surprised to see it was already near noon. These girls took up all morning, not that any of us noticed. I headed to the kitchen, but Kim stopped me, kissed me, and whispered to go play with our daughters. I smiled and went to lay down on the couch with our daughters as she prepared a quick meal. This had been a wonderful day already, and we were barely half done. I wondered what the afternoon would bring us, but my daughters' forms brought me back for more cuddling. No time like the present to enjoy love, really.