It's so nice to have twins close at hand.

Sasha stood on the balcony, wrapped in a large terry towel after her shower, with unwiped droplets of water glistening on her bare shoulders. The damp ends of her hair clung to her back.

— Is anyone alive? I'm home!"—a cheerful, muffled voice came from behind the closed door—it was Nastya, who had managed to dash off somewhere in the morning and had even returned. Sasha didn't answer, smiling to herself, waiting for her beloved to discover her on her own. Though it was as simple as could be—the balcony door was glass, everything in plain view. So the girl didn't even turn around, continuing to smoke. She didn't flinch even when she heard the faint, barely noticeable creak of the opening

door, soft, almost cat-like footsteps. She only sighed deeply, feeling cool little palms on her shoulders.

— Found you."—hot breath tickled her skin, Nastya covered her girlfriend's neck with soft kisses, pressed against her from behind, her hands sliding from her shoulders down, squeezing her breasts through the towel's fabric. From this touch, Alexandra couldn't hold back another shuddering breath. She allowed the greedy hands to roam all over her body, yielding to the touches, quite submissively for the time being.

Asya unceremoniously pulls the towel off her, letting it fall down, turns the girl towards herself, examines her for a long half-minute with a greedy gaze from her darkened eyes.

— You're impossible!"—the girl gives her a noticeable slap on the buttock, strokes the ass, squeezing the firm flesh, her fingers slide towards the crotch, she herself presses her lips to the breast, covers it with kisses, bites, licks the nipples, eliciting a languid purr, which is very encouraging indeed. Her fingers teasingly slide over the moist crotch, teasingly touch the clitoris, then penetrate not very deeply.

— Hey, and where have you been running around without underwear?"—squinting, she examines the now naked Nastya, pulling away from her lips. "Completely out of hand?"—playfully stern notes slip into her voice, sending a shiver of anticipation through Asya.

— Out somewhere..."—she began flippantly, adding fuel to the fire, but couldn't finish the sentence, because she was quite abruptly turned face to the window, bent over the windowsill, only managing to brace herself with her hands, or she would have landed on her chest. She cried out softly when a strong palm came down noticeably on her buttocks, after the third slap she was already moaning aloud, invitingly swaying her behind, silently asking for more, it was damn arousing, and when she finally felt fingers exactly where they were needed most. She literally gasped for air from the touches to her clitoris, moves her hips, trying to rub harder.

Alexandra, with her free hand, pushes the girl in the back, forcing her to literally press her chest into the windowsill, continues to penetrate her with her fingers sharply, quickly, without changing the rhythm.

And neither of them noticed how the front door quietly opened and closed, and no one heard the soft, cautious footsteps, or that Zhenya, Sasha's twin brother, who also lived in this apartment with varying frequency, watched what was happening with greed for several minutes. The guy simply couldn't tear his eyes away from the two naked girls, one of whom was literally a mirror image of himself. It became tight in his pants, he was instantly aroused. No, sometimes he had observed similar scenes by chance, but now this was something mind-blowing. And he absolutely could not stand aside from what was happening.

The guy doesn't hold back a groan, slightly bends his palm, closing his fingers together and pushes his entire hand into the girl, very slowly, carefully, listening to her cries. He shifts his gaze to his sister and suddenly he feels very short of air. Sasha stands next to them, her mouth slightly open, periodically licking her lips, watches the action as if hypnotized and frankly caresses herself, teases her clitoris, penetrates herself with long fingers, pinches her nipples with her free hand.

Asya goes limp, trembles, frankly lying on the windowsill, whimpers, feeling the guy remove his hand, can't catch her breath, and doesn't resist at all when Sasha—feels that Sasha—pulls her towards herself, presses against her chest, kisses her neck, Zhenya doesn't stand aside, embraces them both, however they don't stand embraced like that for long, because the unsatisfied guy begins to frankly rub his erection against the girl's thigh.