The next morning, Alex’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was a text from Emma.
“Come over. Dad’s at work. We need help fixing something in the living room ;)”
He stared at the winky face and felt his c**k twitch. After last night’s kiss in the kitchen, he hadn’t slept much. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Emma’s bold tongue in his mouth and Sophie’s soft whisper in his ear.
He drove over quickly. The house was quiet when he knocked. Emma opened the door wearing a tiny white tank top that barely held her full breasts and short cotton shorts that rode high on her thick thighs. Her n*****s poked clearly against the thin fabric. Sophie stood behind her in a loose t-shirt and tiny pink panties, her long legs bare, looking nervous but excited.
“Hey Uncle Alex,” Emma said with a naugh
