Bedtime routine

Alice's giggle dissolved into a hiccup as she rolled onto her back alongside her sister, her blonde hair fanning across the pillow. "Prinnncipal Lee," she slurred, stretching her arms toward the ceiling in a way that made her bare breasts quiver, "we can't possibly go to sleep like this." Her fingers fluttered toward a bottle of lotion on the nightstand, nearly knocking it over. "Our skin gets *so* dry."

Emma mirrored her twin's movement with eerie precision, arching her back until the dim light caught every curve of her nude body. "Mmhmm," she hummed, tracing idle circles around her own nipple. "Especially after vodka. Super dehydrating." Her blue eyes flicked to John's frozen expression. "You wouldn't want us to wake up all... ashy, would you?"

John's grip on the doorknob turned his knuckles white. "Girls," he ground out, "this isn't—"

"—appropriate?" Alice interrupted, pouting up at him with exaggerated innocence. She squeezed a dollop of lotion into her palm with a wet plop. "But you're just *helping* us." Her fingers trailed down her own collarbone in a slow demonstration, leaving shiny streaks that gleamed under the lamplight. "Like a... a medical thing."

Emma's knees fell open, her fingers dipping into the lotion bottle Alice offered. "Exactly," she breathed, smoothing the cream over her thighs with agonizing slowness. A pearl-drop clung to her inner thigh, trembling with each breath. "Principal Lee *cares* about student wellness."

John's hands hovered by his sides, his heart racing. "Girls," he said, his voice coming out strained, "I really can’t help—"

"*Please*?" Alice whined, rolling onto her stomach with exaggerated effort, her blonde hair spilling across the pillow. The dim light traced the perfect curve of her bare backside, the smooth skin of her waxed pussy glistening faintly as she arched slightly, presenting herself. "We *always* lotion before bed."

Emma mirrored the movement beside her, pressing her chest into the mattress while her hips lifted just enough to highlight the flawless symmetry of their bodies. "Dermatological necessity," she murmured, muffled against the sheets.

John exhaled sharply through his nose. The rational part of his brain screamed that this was a terrible idea. The rest of him was already reaching for the lotion. "One minute," he gritted out, squeezing a dollop onto his palm. The scent of vanilla and something floral filled the air as he rubbed his hands together.

Alice shivered when his fingers first made contact, her skin pebbling under his touch as he smoothed the lotion over her shoulder blades. Her breath hitched when his thumbs pressed into the dip of her spine, her hips shifting restlessly against the mattress. "Mmm, *yes*," she sighed, the word dissolving into a soft moan as his hands drifted lower.