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Synopsis: A single mom lives with her twin daughters by themselves. Three
hotties all alone with nobody to protect them, how could I resist?
Preperation


It always amazes me how careless people are. They live in a nice neighborhood,
the houses are not
too cheap, the property not tiny. But they don’t lock the backdoor and the
alarm is not armed, so I
got in quite easy.

I stacked them out for quite a while, learned their schedule and habits. Mary
was in her mid-30th,
worked as an accounted in town. She was just my type, Asian, quite tall with
long legs, ample breasts,
stunning would be fitting.

Her daughters, Jenny and Megan were almost as hot as her. Not yet fully
blossomed at the age of
eighteen, identical twins. They lived alone with their mother, the father had
left 3 years ago to get
killed in Iraq. Three hotties all alone with nobody to protect them, how could
I resist?

I parked some roads back and casually walked to the house. It was mid-morning,
most people already
left for work, the houses empty save for the occasional housewife.

My target was empty, she had left taking her daughters to school half an hour
ago and after that she
would head for work and stay till noon. The girls would return early afternoon
as it was the last day
of school before summer. So I had the house to myself to get comfy and prepare
for the fun.

I slipped by the house in the back which was unoccupied and climbed the fence
into the garden, put
on leather gloves and entered through the kitchen door, the lock opened without
any damage. It was
nice and clean, the smell of bacon and eggs still lingering. Adjacent was a
large living area with big
windows to the street covered with curtains. I stopped and listened for 5
minutes, no sound at all, of
course. The bathroom and pantry were empty so I headed upstairs. I found three
bedrooms. The
master bedroom hat its own bathroom, the smaller ones where sharing another
one. The bathrooms
were facing the front of the house with the bedrooms to the back, which was
just fine with me.

The master bedroom was dominated by a massive four-poster bed that was quite
stable, just as I
liked it. I started rummaging through the closets to look for anything
interesting, careful not to make
a mess of things, I didn’t want to alert anyone yet. In the nightstand there
was a small 9mm, loaded
but no spare ammunition. I unloaded it and put it back. There was a bit of
jewelry, a folded flag and
lots of clothes and lingerie. After looking through the last drawer I found the
interesting box I was
hoping for. It was a nondescript shoebox in the back of the bottom drawer,
filled with toys for the
naughty wife. Some handcuffs, length of rope and an assortment of vibrators
accompanied by a anal
plug. They would not have seen much use since the departure of the late
husband, I would change
that. I put the box back and headed for the girls room.

They were typical teenage-bedrooms. Small beds, a closet and a desk. Walls
decorated with posters
of some boyband I didn’t care to know. Schoolbooks and Computer on the desks,
nothing special. I
checked the closet in the first room, according to the books it was Jenny’s. No
funbox in there, not a
single toy. Sweet and innocent, I liked that. The closet in Megan’s room had a
well hidden pair of
play-cuffs and a vibrator, this was going to be so much fun. The beds were very
much to my liking,
small but with a sturdy iron frame providing enough possibilities to tie
someone up.

I left to check the basement. The stairs were concrete and didn’t make any
noise, which would be
very good. There were only small windows letting in enough light. It was filled
with the usual stuff
always found in basements. In a drawer at the workbench I found what I was
looking for, a loaded
clock, presumably of the late husband accompanied by a box of spare ammo. I
pocketed it and



hunted for the phone connection box. I carefully opened it and exchanged the
fuse with a broken
one, after closing it I replaced the seal. I pays being prepared.

I headed upstairs again to check the kitchen. I should have checked it first,
but curiosity got the
better of me. I found no hidden weapon or panic device. Maybe they felt safe
enough with the gun in
the nightstand.

I checked the time, half an hour before mommy would come home. The tasergun was
fully charged,
just as the spare one. I checked the keyholder and found the keys to the front-
and backdoor. I locked
the backdoor again. No one could look inside from the backyard, the windows at
the front were
covered with curtains. I stashed my bag in the corner behind the couch where it
would not be
noticed and checked the time. I headed back upstairs to peek out the window for
her car. There she
was, just on time. She was alone in the car so I got back downstairs to hide
behind the couch.





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