They're growing up so fast...

The twins were quiet for a few seconds, and I assumed they were trying to figure out how to convey their revulsion. I wondered how many synonyms for “pervert” they knew. But when Marisa finally broke the silence, it wasn’t to call me names.

“I think he’s mostly a big talker,” the redhead remarked, sounding thoughtful rather than critical. “I never really pictured Mike as all that skilled at sex . . .” Marisa trailed off, but Jessica jumped in to finish the idea, with a mischievous grin, “--but he sounds like he’s got potential!”

I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. Why the sudden change in tone by my stepsisters? Were they actually thinking about what I’d be like licking pussy?

“He does sound promising, doesn’t he, girls? I bet he’s going to make some women very happy someday.” Traci was giving me a very sexy smile. “And I’m proud of you two! I think it’s a mark of maturity to talk seriously about womanly pleasure instead of blushing like a little girl.”

That’s when I got it. Marisa and Jessica were trying to impress their older sister with how grown-up they were, and in the process they were saying things and maybe even thinking things that they usually would never have let themselves. Somehow, they’d started to consider me as a sexual partner--maybe not for themselves, but at least for someone.

Things felt a little less weird when I realized that the twins probably didn’t understand that Traci was actually aroused. The smoldering looks she kept giving me made it pretty clear, but I could understand if the twins thought they were just having an “adult” conversation about a man’s ability to pleasure a woman. I wondered if this conversation would stay with them later.

Traci seemed to let the conversation slide after that. Pretty soon, we’d cleaned up from dinner and headed back to Jessie’s bedroom to finish painting.