Horny Little Women Pt11

As the days back in Manila turned to weeks, Matthew Ryder’s life took a bizarre series of twists and turns, none more so than with Heather’s sixteen-year old twin sisters Mia and Tia. An absolute godsend in the wake of Mae-Lin’s departure, the apartment began to take on its former glory. A makeshift interview failing to identify one candidate above the other, benevolently Matthew took on both, a decision facilitated by an advance from Tino out of an insurance policy on his father’s life.

A godsend yes, but something didn’t quite add up. A shrewd young man, Matthew wondered why a sassy girl like Heather would foist a pair of flirtatious young nymphs that oozed sex appeal on her eligible and impressionable boyfriend. It was asking for trouble and whatever way he looked at it, things just didn’t make sense. Matthew decided he needed to get to the bottom of it, and quickly.

The intercom buzzed and he allowed the twins up into the apartment for their second clean. He marvelled at their petite bodies as they passed by. Filipina girls being naturally small, it was a rarity to encounter one that stood above his shoulder, yet this pair were like little china dolls, barely five feet tall in white trainers, faded jeans and sweatshirts, with their jet hair tied back in matching pigtails.

Like two giggly schoolgirls around the handsome young man who was romancing their sister, they made in-jokes at one another’s expense whilst vying painfully and unsubtly for his attention. Matthew paid little heed to their flirting, for Heather occupied his thoughts entirely. Besides which, his a bad feeling about the whole scenario still lingered.

As Mia set off to the kitchen and Tia to the bathroom, Matthew headed to the study where a laptop was housed. Primed and ready to go, the young man felt a modicum of guilt at what he was about to do. He was quick to remind himself, however, that they were two strangers in an apartment full of expensive artefacts. Rare vases were scattered all over the place, galleries of original paintings hung on the walls and jewellery was stashed in unlocked drawers. That was not to mention an extensive range of expensive electronic gadgetry, all within arm’s each.

As such, keeping a close eye on the pair, at least until he trusted them, was an absolute necessity. It didn’t take much cunning to slip an expensive trinket into a pocket, and he knew that both girls were desperate for money. Plus there was little point spending endless hours with a surveillance expert if he couldn’t take advantage of a few tricks of the trade. The time spent with Johnny Frio had certainly not been wasted, making this was just about the most security-conscious pad in the whole of Manila.

The spy cameras revealed the pair in split-screen precision: Mia in the kitchen mopping the floor with Tia stretched up holding a feather duster to rid the bathroom of a cobweb. The pair worked fastidiously, getting into every nook and cranny and scrubbing away as their lovely plump arses teased the camera. It was then that the telephone rang. “Matthew, it’s Johnny, I found out what you wanted.”

Not a moment too soon, the young man thought. The instruction had been simple: locate Heather’s last fiance and pose a few timely questions. “He no want speak at first,” Johnny disclosed. “I have to sweeten him up a little, but it money well spent.”

Matthew nodded. “So what is it,” he mused, fearing the worst, “some kind of blackmail scam?”

“No, you way off mark, Matthew,” Johnny revealed. “From what I learn I get impression Heather just a very insecure young lady.”

“Oh, right…”

“I guess you could say her sisters are like a test for prospective boyfriends…”

“Ah, like a honey trap.”

“Exactly my friend. Though it must mean she likes you.”

“So what happened to the last one?” Matthew enquired.

Johnny chortled. “What you think happened? Temptation too much for him. He slept with both of them of course. Next day he find himself dumped.”

Matthew rubbed his chin pensively. Unsure quite how this made him feel about Heather, setting a honey trap hardly endeared her to him. “Cheers Johnny, a job well done.”

“So if I was you Matthew, I steer well clear of these naughty little sisters.”

Matthew smiled, regaining his composure. Evidently Johnny didn’t know him very well, did he? Ever since his time in England, the young daredevil had come to embrace danger with the same disdain as Evel Knieval. No challenge was too extreme. If things worked out the way he planned, he’d get what he wanted from the girls – on his terms – and still keep Heather. It was just a question of biding his time and staying one step ahead.

Settling back into the chair, he watching the pair as they worked up a sweat, brows glazed. In fact, Tia had become so overheated in the bathroom she’d removed her jeans and sweatshirt and was doing the cleaning in underwear alone. And a gorgeous little thing she was too, easy on the eye with tiny breasts and a tight bum. Fifteen minutes elapsed before she was done in the bathroom. He had to admit it looked pretty darn spotless, the white tiles dazzling once more, silver taps glaring and redwood surround sporting a healthy glow. He heard Tia call from upstairs: “Matthew, you like to come and inspect, yah?”

The young man grinned inwardly. Presumably it wasn’t the bathroom he was expected to inspect – but a nubile teen in bra and panties. He rose from the laptop and headed up the stairs, passing her sister Mia who was still busy in the spacious kitchen. “You’re doing a great job,” Matthew offered in encouragement as he passed the girl on her knees, rewarded with a forced smile.

He feigned surprise at witnessing Tia in such a state of undress, in an innocent pose with one leg behind the other, hands by her sides.