Our typical saturday morning

The next morning, we woke up slowly, basking in the warmth of the large bed. It was Saturday, and none of us had to work. We lay there for a while, enjoying the comfort and the closeness before finally deciding to get up.

I got out of bed first and headed to the kitchen to start the coffee. One by one, the girls joined me, each in their preferred choice of lingerie.

Erica was the first to enter, wearing a matching set of black lace panties and a bra that highlighted her athletic figure. The delicate lace contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin, accentuating her toned muscles and flat stomach. The way the fabric clung to her body showcased every curve, and her confident stride added to the allure.

Next was Anna, who appeared in a vibrant red silk camisole and matching panties. The smooth fabric hugged her curves, emphasizing her dark skin and slim waist. The camisole's delicate straps and plunging neckline framed her small, perky breasts perfectly, adding a touch of elegance to her sensuality.

Finally, Casey entered, wearing a sheer white lace bra and panties set. The white lace stood out against her fair skin, barely containing her large, firm breasts. The panties hugged her wide hips and ample buttocks, highlighting her voluptuous figure with every step she took.

As we gathered in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the warmth of the morning light. We each poured ourselves a cup and settled around the table, enjoying the lazy start to the day.

Suddenly, Anna shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing at me with a hint of urgency in her eyes. "I need to pee," she said softly.

I nodded, understanding the unspoken rule in our household. "Take Casey with you," I instructed gently.

Anna stood up, and Casey followed her to the bathroom. The two of them disappeared behind the door, and soon, the sound of the toilet seat being lifted echoed faintly through the hallway.

Inside the bathroom, Anna quickly pulled down her red panties and sat on the toilet, letting out a sigh of relief as she relieved herself. Casey waited patiently, knowing her role in the process.

Once Anna finished, she reached for the toilet paper and wiped herself thoroughly. Following our household custom, she then moved forward on the toilet seat, spreading her legs wide in anticipation.

Casey knelt in front of her, her face level with Anna's exposed pussy. She gently took Anna's large labia in her hands, spreading them to reveal the smaller, inner lips. With a calm, focused demeanor, Casey leaned in and began to lick, her tongue moving carefully over the sensitive skin, cleaning away any remaining traces of urine.

Anna moaned softly, her hands resting on Casey's shoulders for support. Casey continued her task with slow, deliberate strokes, ensuring that everything was perfectly clean. She moved lower, her tongue expertly tracing around Anna's vaginal entrance and urethral opening, her touch both thorough and gentle.

When Casey was satisfied with her work, she stood up, and Anna adjusted her panties with a contented sigh. They washed their hands and returned to the kitchen, their movements relaxed and unhurried.

I was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper, when they came back. Erica was absentmindedly stroking her pussy through her panties, a dreamy look on her face as she sipped the last of her coffee and stared out the window.

"All done?" I asked, glancing up from my paper with a smile.

Anna nodded, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Casey did a great job," she said as she sat back down at the table, her eyes glinting with contentment.

"Good," I replied, returning my attention to the newspaper, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction in the routine and care that defined our mornings.