Horny Little Women Ch. 10

This is going to be the penultimate chapter in the adventure. Many thanks to those readers that have followed its progress, commented and voted.

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As the days back in Manila turned to weeks, Matthew Ryder's life took a somewhat bizarre series of twists and turns, none more so than with the twins Mia and Tia. An absolute godsend in the wake of Mae-Lin's departure, there was something that didn't quite add up. A shrewd young man, he wondered why a sassy girl like Heather would foist upon her new boyfriend a pair of flirtatious young nymphs that oozed sex appeal. Whatever way he looked at it, things just didn't make sense and, not to put too fine a point on it, it was asking for trouble.

Matthew needed to get to the bottom of things, and quickly. Thus, whilst he went about satisfying his curiosity, the twins' visit was deferred for a couple of days, the added delay for peace of mind doing nothing for the state of the flat. Ironically it was going to need two pairs of hands to get the place back to anything like its appearance under Mae-Lin's regime.

The intercom buzzed and Matthew allowed the twins up into the apartment. Close up for the first time, he had to look twice – surely they couldn't be eighteen as Heather had claimed. But apparently they were. Filipina girls being naturally small, it was a rarity to encounter one that stood above his shoulder. Yet these were petite like little china dolls, barely five feet tall in white trainers, faded jeans and sweatshirts with their jet hair tied back in matching pigtails.

Like two giggly schoolgirls around the handsome young man that was romancing their sister, they made in-jokes at one another's expense whilst vying painfully for his attention. Matthew paid little heed to their feminine wiles, for Heather occupied his thoughts entirely, besides which a bad feeling about the whole scenario still lingered.

Having talked through what he expected and what needed doing around the apartment, Matthew let them go, Mia setting off to the kitchen and Tia to the bathroom, heading to the study where the laptop had been re-housed. Primed and ready to go, the young man couldn't help but feel a modicum of guilt at what he was about to do. He was quick, however, to remind himself that they were, after all, two strangers in an apartment full of expensive artefacts.

There were rare vases scattered all over the place, galleries of original paintings on the walls and jewellery in unlocked drawers, not to mention an extensive range of expensive electronic gadgetry, all within arm's each. Keeping an eye on the pair, at least until he trusted them, was an absolute necessity. It didn't take much to slip an expensive trinket into a pocket and both girls were desperate for money. Plus there was little point spending endless hours with a surveillance expert if he couldn't take advantage of a few tricks of the trade. The time spent with Johnny Frio certainly having not been wasted, this was just about the most security-conscious pad in the whole of Manila.

The spy cameras revealed the pair in split-screen precision: Mia in the kitchen mopping the floor, whilst Tia stretched up with a feather duster to rid the bathroom of a cobweb. The pair worked fastidiously, getting their dusters into every nook and cranny and scrubbing away weeks of accumulated grease and scum as their two lovely plump arses teased the camera. It was then that the telephone rang. "Matthew, it's Johnny, I found out what you wanted at last."

Not a moment too soon, the young man thought. Never for one moment did Matthew contemplate that HE would become one of Johnny's clients, though it made sense to use the best Manila had to offer in an effort to satisfy his curiosity. The instruction was simple: locate Heather's last boyfriend and pose a few timely questions. "He no want speak at first," Johnny disclosed. "I have to sweeten him up a little, but it money well spent."

"So what is it," Matthew mused, fearing the worst, "some kind of blackmail scam?"

"No, you way off mark, Matthew. I get impression Heather just a very insecure young lady."

The revelation rocked Matthew who'd feared the worst. "Oh, right..."

"Her sisters are like a test for prospective boyfriends..."

"Ah, the old honey trap routine."

"Exactly my friend. It means she must like you."

"So what happened to the last one?" Matthew enquired.

Johnny chortled. "What you think happened? Temptation too much for him. He slept with both of them of course. Next day he find himself dumped."

Matthew nodded. He wasn't sure quite how this made him feel about Heather. Setting a honey trap hardly endeared her to him. But then he guessed she had a right to vet potential husbands. "Cheers Johnny for a job well done."

"So if I you Matthew, I steer well clear of these naughty little sisters."

Matthew smiled, regaining his composure. Johnny didn't know him very well, did he? Ever since his time in England, the young go-getter had come to embrace danger with the same sort of disdain as Evel Knieval. No challenge was too extreme. If things worked out the way he planned, he'd get what he wanted from the girls – on his terms – and still keep Heather. It was just a question of biding his time and staying at least one step ahead.

And anyway, he had no designs on the girls, physically at least, and was rather enjoying just watching the pair as they worked up a sweat, their brows glazed. In fact, Tia had become so overheated in the bathroom that she'd removed her jeans and sweatshirt and was doing the cleaning in underwear alone. And a gorgeous little thing she was too, easy on the eye with tiny breasts and a tight bum.

Fifteen further minutes elapsed before Tia was done in the bathroom. He had to admit it looked pretty darn spotless, the white tiles dazzling once more, the silver taps glaring and the redwood surround sporting a healthy glow. He heard Tia call from upstairs: "Matthew, you like to inspect, yah?"

The young man grinned inwardly. Presumably it wasn't the bathroom he was expected to inspect but a nubile teen in just her bra and panties. He rose from the pc and headed up the stairs, passing her sister Mia who was still busy in the spacious kitchen, having got the worse of the deal. There was some real burnt-in black stuff on the cooker top and the walls were streaked with grease. "You're doing a great job," Matthew offered in encouragement as he passed the girl on her knees, rewarded with a forced smile.

He feigned surprise at seeing Tia in such a state of undress, stood in an innocent pose with one leg behind the other, hands by her sides. "It very hot," she stated with an explanatory pout, fanning her face vigorously. "You like what you see, yah Matthew?" she enquired coquettishly.

Retaining his cool and a motionless poker face, Matthew replied: "Yes, you've done a very good job, Tia. Though I'm not sure it's entirely appropriate for you to be dressed like that. You might get disinfectant on your skin and burn yourself."

Tia looked back inquisitively, surprised at his concern and how seemingly unaffected he was by her overt show of sexuality. "You want me to put clothes back on, yah?"

Matthew made no reply, deep in thought. A vague reminder from his younger years of seeing Mae-Lin in a French Maid's outfit struck him, back in the days when she had the figure for it. "Our former housekeeper might have left something behind you'll be more comfortable in," he disclosed, maintaining a straight face though inwardly thrilled at the prospect of getting the little nymph into a French Maid's outfit.

He summoned Mia too, her face registering surprise that Matthew remained fully clothed and unaffected. Clearly she expected to see Tia on her knees sucking his cock or bent over the bath being taken from behind. Was Matthew immune to her sister's undoubted charms? Mia leaned up against him to test the water, her palm brushing his cock, yet he merely eased her away. "Follow me," he suggested sternly.

Sure enough, there were two outfits in the walk-in closet. A little dusty with age, a good shake restored their colour. Matthew held them up to the light. "You want us wear those?" the twins gasped in unison, wide-eyed.

"I think it's for the best," replied Matthew gravely, giving nothing away. "I'd hate to be responsible for either of you getting hurt. I'll, um, leave you to get changed."

As he turned to depart, Matthew secreted one of Johnny's sequin-sized spy cameras above the closet door and dropped a microphone disguised as a button on the floor. The girls seemed totally bamboozled, the script torn up, regarding each other with surprise. Matthew, on the other hand, was enjoying the game immensely. From downstairs in the study he watched as Mia stripped down to join her twin in just their underwear. A self-satisfied smile arose on his handsome face as Mia spoke: "Oh gosh Tia, Matthew he make me so damn hot. When you think he try something on with us?"

Tia's face screwed up. "I not sure he will, Mia. I think he truly love Heather."

Matthew beamed. Things were working out perfectly.

Mia stamped her foot. "God damn, I so wet as well."

"Me too," Tia concurred.

The French Maid's outfits remained on the pegs for now as the two girls moved up close to face one another. From the angle the camera was positioned, Matthew couldn't quite make out what was happening, but he imagined that Tia had put her hand inside Mia's panties for she said with a lustful growl: "Oh you are wet, aren't you?"

Mia's moan was muffled as her twin's face moved in stealthily, their lips locking. Arms extended, soon they were engaged in a passionate tongue-twisting embrace, causing Matthew's eyes to bulge. Things were working out just fine. At that moment his phone rang again. He was minded to leave it until he saw that it was Heather calling from work. This could be interesting, he thought. "So, how my sisters doing?" Heather enquired. "You pleased with them?"

Matthew battled to staunch a chuckle. "Mmm, yes they're absolutely perfect...and they're brightening up the place too."

"They not, um, bother you at all, Matthew?"

"Bother me?" he countered knowingly, sensing her squirm.

"Well you know what young girls are like."

"Oh I think I'm adept at handling that."

Heather was speechless, his eyes returning to the screen where Tia had pushed her sister up against the wall and ripped off her bra. Heather's voice rang out in his ear, but he wasn't really listening. He was busy reaching inside the zip fly and fishing out an extremely hard cock. Giving it a gentle stroke, whilst maintaining eye contact with the screen, it felt so good in his palm. Yet it would feel even better inside Heather's tight pussy. He had a good mind to get down to the office now and fuck her senseless. He moaned in appreciation as the foreskin stretched back and forth.

"Are you all right, Matthew?" she asked.

"Yes I am," he hissed. "But I miss you so much, Heather."

"I miss you too, Matthew. Look I, um, must go, see you soon, yah?"

"Don't go yet. Talk to me Heather – your sexy voice is really turning me on," he added huskily.

"Matthew, I can't stay long, I'm on the front desk."

"Is anyone else there with you?"

"No, but..."

"Well talk to me then, no one will hear. Tell me how much you really miss me."

"I miss you loads, Matthew," she replied reticently.

On the monitor, Tia was busily sucking the dear life out of Mia's perky nipples, causing the other twin to moan passionately. Tia moved down, kissing her sister's belly till she was on her knees. Matthew could just about make out an eager tongue pressing at the soft moistness, marked by a series of light moans. Taking a firm grip on the shaft, he began to pump up and down, fighting to stifle the gasps. "Does thinking about me make you wet, Heather?" he enquired breathily.

"Matthew!"

The thought of arousing his demure girlfriend as she sat behind the reception desk in a public building was mightily thrilling for Matthew. It took a little more prompting, however, to hear what he craved. "Well, does it, Heather? Does thinking about me get your tight little pussy wet?"

"Um, yes Matthew," she responded almost unwillingly, before lowering her voice: "It does make me wet."

Matthew grinned, tugging away with purpose. "And what do you intend to do about it?"

"Matthew! No! I can't."

"That's not what I want to hear, Heather. Now I want you to do exactly as I say, understand?"

"Y-yes," she answered.

"Okay, I want you to put a hand up inside your skirt for me, Heather."

"Matthew, no! I put phone down if you keep this craziness up," she countered, yet seemingly in no hurry to curtail the conversation.

"Do it," he growled. "Rub yourself for me. Imagine that's MY hand touching you in all your most intimate places."

As Matthew listened intently he heard the girl ever so lightly gasp as she finally relented and did as ordered. It caused him to sigh contentedly and a healthy dollop of precum to ooze from the eye. As Heather wrestled with her inhibition, his gaze returned to her younger sisters on the screen who had few inhibitions of their own. What an incredible family he'd stumbled upon!

Tia's face was buried between her sister's legs, the microphone picking up the generous sucking and slurping sounds. Mia's fingers were raking through the other girl's hair, her head tossed back, eyes clamped tight. It was the hottest sight he'd witnessed in a long time, and young Matthew had seen some hot things of late!

"Oh my, Matthew, someone coming into reception," interrupted Heather, breaking the spell.

He exhaled hard, the very thought almost making him cum. "That's okay, just leave your hand where it is and deal with things as if nothing's happening."

He listened as Heather spoke to the visitor, her voice slightly guttural. He wondered with relish if the visitor could smell her pussy juices lingering on the air. "Find your clit for me, Heather honey, and give it a good hard rub," he continued to order into her earpieces.

"Yesssssss," she hissed under her breath and under his spell. "Oh Matthew, you so naughty. That man he give me funniest look. I sure he suspect something. You got me all wet now."

"Good, now keep rubbing and imagining that's me under the desk. Pinch a nipple too through your blouse."

"Oh I am," she replied breathily. "I want you so much. I no care if someone catches me."

"Good."

If Matthew listened closely enough he could hear the squelch of finger in sopping wet pussy that confirmed she was indeed obeying his order. Yet his attention was distracted momentarily back to the monitor once more as, onscreen, her sisters continued their illicit tryst. Tia was prodding her tongue enthusiastically up around Mia's clit as Mia pinched each of her nipples and bit into her bottom lip. It was such a heavenly sight, especially when accompanied by Heather's gentle moaning in his ear. Mia's tiny body went into uncontrollable spasm and she let out a gleeful squeal and bathed her twin's face in cunt honey. Changing positions she returned the favour.

Lost for a moment in their revelry, Matthew was only brought back to his senses when Heather growled: "Oh gosh Matthew I about to cum..."

That made four of them. Voice quivering, she let out a gleeful squeal akin to her younger sister's. Matthew was close behind in his climax, standing to direct his gush of seed into a swab of tissues on the desk. Finally Tia was pushed over the edge by her sister's tongue, screaming so loud it was a wonder Heather didn't hear. "Matthew, I must go clean up," she panted. "You invite me round tonight, yes?"

"You're on," he replied, already thinking ahead with lustful thoughts.

As he put down the phone and his limp cock away, Matthew was heartened to see the girls rushing around to make up for lost time. Clad now in the snug-fitting French Maid's outfits, they looked divine. Moreover, they appeared to like the look, doubtless intent upon teasing their employer until he might relent.

It was then that he was alerted to a new e-mail. He didn't recognise the sender's name at first, Rosemarie Palmer, and it took a few lines to jog his memory. Of course, she was Rosie, Amy's teacher in England, a woman with whom Matthew had enjoyed a rather thrilling dalliance during the short trip.

It seemed from the e-mail that she and boyfriend Tom were soon to embark on a three-week trek east, with a short stop-off in The Philippines on the agenda. Friends they'd arranged to stay with had let them down at the last minute and Rosie wondered if there was anywhere he could recommend that was reasonably priced.

Matthew smiled wistfully, recalling Rosie's pleasant curvature, womanly hips, large bust and bubbly demeanour. She was the perfect embodiment of the western woman, so different from the waif-like Filipinas he was surrounded by latterly. There could be some fun to be had, particularly with all the hidden cameras in the apartment. As if his love life wasn't complicated enough already!

Within seconds he'd responded saying that she and Tom were welcome to spend a few days at his place. It had ample space and he'd welcome the company. In fact, any reminder of England would be a blessing, like a living postcard. Rosie came back immediately with a line to say thanks for the offer but really they couldn't impose on him. Equally insistent, Matthew wouldn't take no for an answer. Eventually the teacher relented and arrangements were put in place for the couple's arrival in three days time.

Twenty more minutes elapsed as the twins sped around to complete their cleaning chores, both bedrooms sparkling once more and a pleasant lemony zest filling the whole apartment. The chores were followed by Mia undertaking a fortnight's worth of ironing whilst her sister prepared lunch. Matthew handed out the wages and a little more to get the outfits dry-cleaned and spotless for next time.

But now came the hard part: he had to choose just one to take on permanently, an almost impossible task. How could twins be separated? It just wasn't natural, besides which he was rather partial to seeing the two together, particularly if they put on shows like the one from earlier. It was going to cost him double, but what the hell, it wasn't as if he couldn't afford such a luxury. And two pairs of hands were better than one, particularly when they belonged to these little minxes.

He could talk to some of the well-heeled neighbours in the block who could surely use some domestic assistance. There might even be a business opportunity in it somewhere, the twins leaving overjoyed and in the mistaken belief that their new employer had acted like the perfect gentleman. Heather would get a glowing report and hopefully Matthew would get the damn good fucking he deserved that evening.

And he did. She was barely inside the door before their mouths were fused together passionately. Tongues lashed wildly as the pair reignited their passion and took it on a step. Easing down off her tiptoes, Heather grinned inanely, hypnotised by her English lover. "Gosh Matthew, you make me so hot earlier on telephone. I been thinking about you all day," she said between gasps of pleasure as her lover reached over to cup her bum cheeks and lift her back to him.

At the same time he unzipped hastily, the jeans and boxers pooling at his feet as a huge erection sprung up to trap itself in the crack of Heather's butt. Arms wrapped tight around his neck, knees up by his armpits, Heather tossed back her head and allowed her neck to be nuzzled as they stumbled together to the wall.

With purpose Matthew wrenched aside the crotch of her panties and angled his manhood, the head meeting the soft juicy crack in one easy motion. Heather gasped as she was impaled by the impressively proportioned cock for the first time. So much more fulsome and fulfilling than his fingers, it spread the moist passage wide. Anchored by the wall, as the shaft opened her up fully it stretched the boundaries of a tight little vagina.