Party Time

Thank god Farah and my mom were capable party planners, I thought as I brought in the groceries and handled the heavy stuff. My mom had been busy in our absence. Her apron was covered in flour but the whole house was spotless and smelled of freshly baked cookies, cupcakes, and cake. She'd gone all out, making the girls' favorite deserts and snacks, all while almost completely naked. We had a quick conversation where I laid out that for the time being, around the guests and the twins, she was supposed to be her normal super-mom self. Once things settled down after the girls' birthday, we'd iron out some longer term plans.

While Farah and Mom put the finishing touches on the decorations, I snuck up to my room and started setting up my surprise purchase from earlier. This was going to make the party more interesting for me, at least. Once I verified everything was working the way I wanted it to, I went downstairs and found the ladies chatting over some coffee. The twins would be home soon, and their friends would be by shortly after.

"Wow! You guys did an incredible job. This place looks great!" Both the women beamed at the praise. "So Mom, Farah and I swung by Eliza's place today and picked out some... interesting items. I wouldn't be surprised if you end up helping us test them before long. But until then, I got something for you."

Bringing one of my hands from behind my back, I placed a vibrating egg on the table in front of her. "I want you to have this inside you all night tonight. And Farah," presenting an identical egg to my Saudi girlfriend, "this one is for you."

Farah was momentarily stunned, but my mom quickly stood up, lifted her dress, and slowly pushed the egg inside her muff. Farah quickly followed suit, as I brought out the second surprise.

"And these are the remotes for those eggs. Now this one..." pressing a button produced a quick jump from Farah, "goes to Mom. That means the other one..."

"Eep!" squeaked my mom.

"That one goes to Farah. That's right ladies. You each have control over the other's toy."

"Been walking through the psychology building lately John?" Farah asked as she fingered the remote.

"Guilty as charged. Should be an interesting experiment, don't you think?" Before either of them had a chance to respond, the front door opened.

"We're home!" shouted Gwen.

"What's going on?" came Beth's voice.

"Hey girls!" my mom greeted them, "We know that you're worried about tomorrow, so we're throwing down a party tonight! Jane, Taylor, Naomi, and Jun will all be here in a little bit, but before they get here we wanted to tell you something." She turned to me, drawing the twins' attention in my direction.

"Gwen, Beth, you know that all fetishes are pretty much universally accepted, right?" I told them, "Even Colombians going into heat, or Vietnamese urine fascination are understood and widely condoned. Farah and I have dozens of friends with different fetishes, and they're all just normal college kids. There are a bunch of girls already over eighteen in your class. Are any of them shunned because of their fetish?" All I got was a pair of shaking heads. "Few women are helpless before their fetish. You can have control over it, and for the most part, you won't HAVE to act on it."

Farah picked up the conversation, "Yeah, I've got a Chinese friend. She describes the desire to masturbate as always present, but she doesn't have to drop her pants unless she WANTS to. And even then, worst case scenario, some people might just consider it inconvenient. Puerto Ricans might always feel like wearing latex, but they don't HAVE to. "

The girls already seemed to be a little more at ease, but Beth asked, "But what about you? You imprinted on John and now you are planning to recruit girls into a harem for him."

"John isn't the only guy I've ever known. I didn't imprint on anyone until I met the right guy. And even then, that took a couple months before I really let it happen."

"Girls, we get that you're nervous. But, really, the only thing you are worried about is the unknown, right?" Both Gwen and Beth nodded in response to their mom's question. "And that is perfectly understandable. I knew what to expect. I was English enough that I was able to anticipate what I would go through on my birthday. Farah knew what being Saudi Arabian would mean for her. But whatever happens, you need to know that your brother, Farah, and I will be there for you, and so will your friends."

Farah looked extremely happy to be included by my mother in this reassurance. Looking at my watch, I realized we had to get things moving, "Whoops... Gwen and Beth, your friends will be here soon. You might want to get ready. If one of you wants to use my bathroom to shower, you're welcome to. I'm going to get the grill started."

"Eeek!" As one, Gwen and Beth began sprinting up the stairs.

Once they were out of sight, both Farah and my mom jumped in surprise. Each with one hand on their respective remote, the other cupping their crotch.

"Ladies, you do know that you can turn the intensity down, right?"

As I shut the door on my way outside to get the grill going, I laughed evilly to myself. Sure, they each had remote controls to the other's egg. But I had an app on my phone that could control both of them. This is going to be fun.