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on: May 27, 2015, 09:30:57 AM
Title         : Double Vision  

Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : Dad/Daughter Incest, Mff

Date        : 20150521

Mail         : meatbot777 at gmail dot com

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Synopsis : Twin sisters choose their father to pop their cherries. Cookie-cutter dad/daughter shit.

Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction.  You must be 18 or over to read this story.  In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult, often causes deep psychological damage.  This story is provided for entertainment purposes only.  The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life.

These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. If you actually read this whole thing, you must be a masochist. It's pretty verbose, without much payoff. Anyway, if you don't like it, read something else. Don't bitch at me. You have been warned.


Being a twin is cool. There's hardly any way to describe it, unless you've been there. I won't even try. But, anyway, my sister Hope and I have had some crazy wild adventures, especially when we fucked around with people's minds and confused them with our twinness. Or when we pretended to be each other. We've had a lot of fun, Hope and I. But the fun really started when we became... let's say sexually active, to use a tired old phrase. When we started screwing around.

When we turned fourteen, we decided it was time to lose our cherries. We thought long and hard about it, and talked for hours. All the boys in our grade, and even a few grades above us, were just too stupid and goddam immature for us. We wanted a real man, a man that would appreciate us. A man that would do us justice, for our first time.

Hope had the idea. I was scandalized, at first, but the longer she talked about it, the more I felt like she was right. We both agreed. The only thing left was to convince him. And that was the hard part.

We live with our dad. Our mom bailed, years ago, the last we heard of her she was living with some biker dude out in California. Good riddance to her, I have no real memories of her, but I hate the bitch. Just from the things our dad has told us about her, I hate the bitch.

Anyway, we live with our dad. We get along great with him. He is a nice guy, and good to us. Probably too good, he spoils us, true. He pretty much gives us everything we want. We finally found one thing he wouldn't give us, though. At least, at first.

Our dad is in his early forties, and in great shape. He's a health nut, and he runs every day, and races bicycles. He looks so cute in his tight little bike shorts, and he has a nice lump in front. In fact, Hope and I started calling him "Lumpy" which amuses him, although he doesn't really know what we mean. Pretty funny, huh.

Anyway, as we sat in our room one night and talked, Hope said, "Charity. I know the guy that should be the one."

I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Who?" I said.

"You are so going to freak. But it has to be said," she said.

"Okay, okay. Who?" I said.

She paused dramatically.

"Dad!" she said, and she was right, I freaked a bit.

"Hope, you are mad. Dad can't fuck us! He's our dad! And he'd never do it, he's so straight arrow. Forget it, girl."

"Charity, listen," she said. "He deserves us, and we deserve him. We have to work on him on this, probably hard, and probably for a long time. But it'll be worth the wait. He deserves us, girl. It'd be special, you know that, it'd be special as all fuck."

I mused a bit. She was kinda right... he was special, and he probably did deserve something special from us... but to fuck us? To pop our cherries?

"Girl," she said. "It'd be something to remember forever. And you know he'd do it right. He'd do it like he does everything else, by the book, by the numbers. He'd make it something to remember. It'd be special, we love him and he loves us. Like I said, he deserves us."

"I dunno..." I said. "And it's, what? Illegal?"

"I dunno if it's technically illegal," she said. "I know it's kinda frowned on..." I giggled at that. Hell yeah, it was.

"You really think you can wait that long?" I said. "Do you think I can?"

"Hell yeah, we can, and we have to do it, Charity. It's in the stars. It's our destiny. Our first, and most special time, is meant to be with him. I feel it."

Damn. There she went again, with one of those feeling. Hope and her feelings. If I believed in psychic bullshit, I'd believe in her feelings.

"Hope, honey..." I finally said. "I almost agree with you. It'd be special. And he does deserve us, hell, he deserves anybody, it's been, what, years for him?"

"Yeah. Years," she said.

"But I don't think we could ever convince him. I just don't think he'll do it."

"Shit, shit," she said, deep in thought. We were silent for a while.

"What about getting him drunk? Think that'd work?" she asked. I shook my head.

"Hell, Hope, he won't drink Mountain Dew. You think he'd drink booze if we offered it to him?"

"Well, shit." she said. "What about if we just snuck in while he's asleep, and started in on him?"

"I think he'd wake up, freak out, and run us back to our room. And probably paddle our asses in the morning."

"Shit," she said. "There's got to be a way."

"The only way would be to win a persuasive argument." I said. "To somehow make him come around to our point of view. Which may be impossible."

"Do you think Uncle Drake could help convince him?" she asked. I snorted.

"Hope, dear... Dad doesn't put too much faith in Uncle Drake, as you might have noticed. He thinks he's kinda whacked..."

"Yes, but... he's his brother..."

"Yeah... no, I don't think Uncle Drake would be much help."

She thought for a while longer.

"Okay, then," she said. "Charity. What about Uncle Drake?"

"What about him?" I asked.

"Would you consider him, to pop your cherry?"

I just laughed at that, then stopped and thought. Would I? Hmmm. Possibly. He was younger than dad. And hotter. He was actually hot, and not in just a dadish way. He was as big a health nut as dad, although he just mostly did it to get chicks, we'd already decided long ago.

To get chicks... if there was one thing Uncle Drake had had in large numbers, it was chicks. He showed up at every family function with yet another foxy young hot thing on his arm. He harvested them. He picked them like wildflowers. It's just what he did.

"Uncle Drake has... possibilities." I said. "He'd know what he was doing, for sure. He'd probably make is special. And, he likes us. I think we'd have a much better chance with him. Is that what we want to do? Not sure."

"Okay, then. Listen," she said. "Let's make a date with Uncle Drake, and talk to him. Let's ask him what he thinks of our idea with Dad, and if he'll help us convince him. If he thinks there no chance, then we'll... think about giving him a try. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah, okay. But, girl... does it have to be a family member?"

"I don't suppose it has to..." she said. "But, it's special. That first time should be special. With somebody you love, and somebody that'll be in your life forever. You don't want to just hand it to some random dude who'll walk away, do you?"

I understood what she meant, and I pretty much agreed with it. I thought about the things we'd talked about. Yes, I thought, I'd do it with Dad. And, it would be special. And, I'd even do it with Uncle Drake, if Dad wouldn't. Just like her, I thought he'd be a good second choice.

"And, Charity..." she said, "we don't really know anybody else. Whaddaya wanna do, proposition the mailman?"


We crawled into bed that night, still both thinking about it. I held my sister in my arms, and we whispered, and giggled, talking about what we imagined it would be like to be fucked by Daddy. It would be cool, we both agreed.

The night was dark. It was still spring, and Dad hadn't turned the air on, so we had the window open. Crickets chirped, and we heard an owl hoot. I felt happy, and suitably naughty talking about fucking Dad. I knew that Hope was getting off on it, too.

"Hope, honey..." I finally said, ready for the fun to start. "Here's what I want Daddy to do to me..."

I slid down her body, and plastered my tongue in her belly button. She giggled, and held my head in her hands. She pushed me down. I went on down.

My sister has the sweetest little cunt in the world. I have the second sweetest. I love her cunt, as much as I love mine. I've tasted her cunt a million times, over the years. We have fucked around since before I can even remember. We grew up, fucking around. It's just what we do. I have long had a suspicion that most twins do, we met another set of twins at camp once, and they admitted that they fucked each other. It just seems natural, a natural extension of playing with yourself. It just seems right, or something. We've talked about it before, and we both seemed to understand that we'll always be a couple. I mean, we'll probably both have boyfriends someday, and who knows, we might even get married, but our hearts will always belong to each other. We are almost just one person, I have thought before. I know her as intimately as its possible to know another human. I am almost her. When I lick her pussy, I'm almost licking my pussy. And I don't even have to get a crick in my back.

My earliest memory is being out in the back yard, behind the garage, and rubbing her pussy as she rubbed mine. We have played around since we were toddlers. No idea why we started so early. Maybe we're just hyper-sexual or something. Maybe we're a little weird. But I love us for the way we are.

She tasted great tonight. I knew she hadn't had a bath since last night, neither had I. She tasted strong and aromatic. I love the shit out of her smells and tastes. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers, and sucked her cute little clit into my mouth.

She sighed and relaxed, and let me please her. I crouched at the foot of the bed, inbetween her legs, and licked and sucked and lapped her sweet cunt for what felt like an hour. She came, and came again, her feet pounding the bed, her legs locked, her whole body trembling and shaking. I loved to make her cum. And she was good at it, as good as I was.

I was almost exhausted, and finally I got my turn to relax while she did all the work. I lay back, and felt her hands on my upper thighs. At last I felt her tongue on my clit, and I thought, here we go. Here we fuckin' go. My sister is a good cunt licker, as good as I am. I doubt if anybody will ever be able to make me cum like she does. I defy any man to be as good at licking pussy as her or I. We are both girls. We know what girls like.

I came, and came hard. I came so hard I peed a little, right in her face, and she giggled, and licked my pussy clean. Who would do that for me, I asked myself, who could love me as much as this girl? No one, I knew the answer. I wondered if we should even bother bringing a guy into our lives. Maybe we should just concentrate on each other, and live our lives like that. Maybe that would be enough.

I did kinda want to know what it felt like, though. But I saw the rightness in what Hope had said, about why it needed to be somebody close to us, somebody that wouldn't just walk away. It made sense, somehow.

I wondered about twins that were male and female. Did they fuck? That would be so perfect... especially for that first time... how could they not? I know that a male/female twin set wouldn't be as identical as Hope and I are, but how could they not? It would be so perfect. I almost envied them.

We cuddled, basking in the afterglow of a half-dozen perfectly fine orgasms. I wondered again if it would even be worth it, fucking a guy. It would, if I could do Dad, I guessed.  


At Sunday dinner the next weekend, we talked to Uncle Drake. We'd always gotten along great with him, and we seemed to have a special place in his heart. He was better than anyone except maybe Dad at telling us apart. Where we were concerned, he almost never said no. And we knew he liked girls, big time. I couldn't imagine him saying no to us, if we asked him... the big question. He'd have to wrestle with his conscience, but in the end, I knew he'd give in. I just wish Dad was the same way.

Hope told Uncle Drake about some movie we wanted to see, and he immediately told us he'd take us, next weekend. Let's go to the late show, she said, and then we'll spend the night at your place. Sure, he agreed. He liked having us over, even if it cut into his philandering. He enjoyed our company. You might get to enjoy it even more, I thought to myself.

The week passed. Hope and I talked some more about the Dad thing, usually every night before we made out. The more we talked the more I knew that she was right, we should make every effort to make it happen. We had to try, at least.


Finally Friday night rolled around. Uncle Drake picked us up and took us out to eat at the steakhouse, and we finally got to the movie place about nine. The movie was long and boring, and sucked. We finally got back to his place, and settled on the couch, laughing and giggling. He got a beer, and two Pepsi for us girls.

"Unk," said Hope, starting the ball rolling.

He nodded, taking a sip. "We got important shit to talk about. Shit that we want your opinion on." she said. He nodded again.

She paused, and thought. "And," she finally said, "It's kinda... controversial. But we think you're open-minded enough to understand where we're comin' from."

"Okay..." he finally said, when she paused long enough that he knew she wanted him to speak.

"Uncle Drake," I said, "You know we are fourteen, now."

"Yes," he said. I could tell he was kind of drawing into himself a bit, getting ready for some major shit from us. He seemed to know something big was going on.

"All our friends..." said Hope.

"Have had their cherries popped," I finished.

"Oh, shit," he said. I almost laughed at the look on his face.

"We have decided..." said Hope.

"That's it's about time for us to, also," I said.

"Oh, shit," he said again.

"But we want it to be special," Hope said.

"Something to remember..." I said.

He didn't say Oh, shit this time. He just stared at us. I wondered if he thought we were gonna ask him to do it.

"Anyway," said Hope, "There is one person in our lives special enough to do it for us."

"Other than you, of course," I said, and was pleased to see him color slightly.

"Okay, don't freak," Hope said.

"We are talking about Dad," I said. We were both silent then, watching him closely.

He held together well, I have to give him that. He sighed deeply, and stretched.

"Well," he finally said, when it was obvious we were waiting on him to speak. "You girls are full of big ideas tonight. You two never cease to amaze me. The little Burke twins have grown up, apparently."

We both giggled, and waited expectantly.

"First," he said. "Thank you for trusting me this much. I agree, your dad is very special. But what you guys propose is a bit much. Society frowns on incest, kids. And it's very hard on those involved... I don't think you realize... it changes everything. Sex period changes everything... it changes the... dynamic, call it what you will. It changes everything, believe me, I know..."

We both giggled at that, thinking of the endless stream of women that he obviously slept with.

"Uncle Drake," said Hope. "You gotta know how much we love Daddy. And he loves us that much. And our love is strong enough to make this work. Help us, Uncle Drake, help us convince him to give us this, our first time. Give us some hope."

He laughed, kind of short. "I don't know if I can do that, ladies," he finally said. "Your dad doesn't put a lot of faith in the things I say. I'm just his silly little brother. I think he'd be pissed if he thought I was trying to influence him in a matter this... profound. In fact, I think he'd be pissed if he knew I even knew you were plotting this... this is big shit, for two little girls."

"Awww," said Hope. "You know we're not little anymore. And you know, deep inside, we're right. I hope you do, at least."

He sighed again. "What I think don't matter. But please, think long and hard about this before you say anything to him. You guys have got a good relationship with your dad, even I can see that. Don't take a chance on screwing it up."

"We love each other too much for that to happen," I said, finally, really believing it myself.

"Girls..." he seemed to be, oddly, unsure of himself, something rare. I wondered how he really felt, inside, about what we hoped to do. And I wondered again what he'd say if we made that same offer to him.


The next week passed slowly. We talked every night about our plans, but we seemed kinda dead-ended. There was no place to go from here except to let him know what we wanted. Or to just start in on him somehow.

That Saturday night we got invited to a slumber party thing by a girl at school, a girl named Cheryl. It was kick-ass, and turned out way better than we'd hoped. It blew our minds, in fact. A bunch of girls from school were there, and we drank rum and beer and shit, it was fun. Two girls named Sabre and Serenity were there, whom we know from school. They were so obviously a couple, and we even got to watch them make out later. And Cheryl, her brother Eugene showed us his cock, and we all played with it and later sucked it. I had a whispered conversation with Hope, and we decided to do it, because we'd never sucked a cock before. Hell, neither of us had even kissed a boy before. It was sexy and exciting, and got us both hornier than shit, and we kinda came out of the closet then and there, and fucked around with each other and then other girls, when the fucking around finally started. It was cool.

I thought about bringing up the thing with our dad to the other girls, just to see if anybody there had tried anything like that, but I didn't, in the end. It was satisfying and sexy to see Cheryl sucking her own brother's cock, it was good to see Hope and I weren't the only ones that did family shit.

Sucking Eugene's cock was fun, and a little weird, at the same time. Hope went first, as she almost always does, and then I did it. It felt funny to feel his stiff cock in my mouth, and his balls were so cool, I bounced them and played with them the whole time. He didn't cum in anybody's mouth, another girl jacked him off, and he squirted in the floor, but I know every girl there was wondering what it'd be like to have that in her mouth. I know I was.

Sunday night we were still hornier than fuck, and we just attacked each other when we went to bed. I can't believe my dad can't hear us sometimes, but he's never said anything. We just licked and pounded away on each other, and came like mad. It was wild.

"I'm gonna suck Daddy's cock, just like I did Eugene's," whispered Hope in my face, her breath hot. It turned me on to hear her say it. I wanted that, too. How could he refuse? We were hot, he had to see that. He had to want us a little, at least, subconsciously, if nothing else. We just had to bring that to the surface. I grabbed Hope, yanked her little butt up in the air, and smashed my tongue into her asshole. God, she tasted good.


"Daddy..." Hope said, as we put away the dishes. Dad was reading the paper.

"Yes, dear," he replied, absently.

"Daddy, Charity and I been talkin'. 'Bout stuff."

Oh shit, I thought, my asshole slamming shut. Is she gonna start it? Now? I was surprised she'd decided to go ahead without bringing me in on it. Maybe it was just spur-of-the-moment with her. Shit, oh shit.

"Yes..." he replied, and I could tell he still wasn't really paying attention. You'll snap out of it pretty quick, I thought, when you realize what she's talking about.

"We just want you to know that we love you very much. You are the best person in our lives, and we love you for what you've done for us, and for how much you love us back."

He put down the paper, and regarded the two of us. I stopped wiping plates and smiled at him.

"Girls, thank you," he finally said. "I mean, I know all that, but it's very rewarding to hear you say it. I love you two dearly, more than anything in the world. You two are my life. Thank you, thank you."

"Oh, daddy," Hope went to him, and hugged him, and they kissed. I came up behind her, and he leaned forward and kissed me, too. I felt warm and happy. Maybe she's just been starting the ball rolling.


Later, the three of us sat in the living room. Hope and I had had a hurried conversation in the bathroom, about what we could do or say to get the idea in his head. I made her promise to take it slow and easy, I didn't want him to go into shock. Don't do it all tonight, I'd told her, let's take our time, let him get used to it. She nodded. I hoped she'd understood me.

"Daddy..." she finally said, and he hit the mute. He looked at her expectantly. "Daddy, why..." she said, and stopped and thought for a while. "Okay, lemme start this way. In school we read about England, and some kings and stuff, and how that brothers married sisters and so on. You know? What is that, incest?"

He nodded, his full attention on her.

"Anyway, it made me wonder... why is that so bad? Incest, I mean. I mean, shouldn't the people you love the most be the ones you want... you want to... share yourself with? Does that make sense?"

He did his usual pause, before he spoke.

"Yes..." he finally said. "I see where you're coming from. But incest is one of the oldest and strongest taboos we humans still hold on to. And there are very good reasons."

"Like what?" she almost interrupted. He patiently went on.

"Inbreeding can emphasize bad traits, genetically, as wells as good ones. And, until recently, we haven't had foolproof birth control. And, it's difficult on people, socially, or mentally or whatever. It complicates and changes relationships immensely. I'm not really an expert on it... but it's usually not healthy, not at all."

"Usually, you said," she said, "so sometimes it is? Sometimes it's good?"

He laughed. "Well, it's a big world, I'm sure that somewhere, sometime it's worked out well. The odds are against it, but probably. What brought this up, anyway?"

"Like I said, we talked about it at school some. Though we didn't really go into detail. And we talked about it the other night at the slumber party. A girl there was sweet on her brother, and she was sad that nothing would probably ever come of it."

I laughed to myself, remembering Cheryl on her knees, lustily sucking her brother's cock. I wondered if that was only the first of many times. I'm sure Eugene'd go for it, Cheryl was a fox, even if she was his little sister.

"Well," Daddy said, "That's understandable, and probably correct. And, in her case, it's probably just infatuation. I had a crush on my big sister for the longest... although I was too young to know about... hmmm... the more adult, shall we we say, aspects of it."

Well, that was interesting. Aunt Sue? Dad was hot for Aunt Sue? That wasn't too hard to imagine, she was attractive, still... and she had a sweet personality. Interesting.

"Daddy..." Hope went on. "Did you know that all the other girls there are on the pill? We were the only ones that aren't."

"Ahem," my dad cleared his throat. I wondered if that embarrassed him. I had no idea why Hope said it, we hadn't actually talked about that shit at the party. I'm sure it was pretty true, though, I know a lot of the girls were on the pill. Parents just kinda do that nowdays, for insurance. It don't actually mean you are fucking around, it just means you can, safely.

"Girls," he sat, heavily, and stared at us, his hands folded. I realized he was gathering his courage, to talk to us.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time," he said. "You two are... coming up on fifteen. Listen. I don't want you to get the wrong idea, about what I'm about to say. And I don't want you to think I'm encouraging you. I'll only tell you this once."

He paused again, and we were both listening, almost holding our breaths. I think we both had a pretty good idea what this was about, and I was surprised he had the nerve to start a conversation about it with us. But, I was pleased. Maybe it will tie in, I thought. Maybe it will give us a foot in the door.

"You are very attractive young ladies, on the brink of womanhood. I have high hopes for you both, and high expectations. Girls... pardon me if this insults you... but I just want to say... look at Darina... look at how her life has changed, her plans for the future... and honestly, I'm not afraid of that, with you two. You two are sensible, smart young ladies, and I think I've raised you better than that. But..." he drew a deep breath at this point, "I think I need to say this. If either of you, or both, wants to go on the pill... you know, the..." it seemed hard for him to say. "The birth control pill, just let me know and I'll make an appointment with Doctor Benzel. Just don't think I'm encouraging you to get in a relationship. I just don't want either of you to screw your life up like Darina has..."

Darina was our cousin, Aunt Sue's daughter. She'd gotten pregnant at age fourteen, and now had a couple of screaming brats, and no real prospects. She still lived at home, even. I understood what Daddy feared, and I was surprised he'd had the nerve to come out and say it.

"Okay!" he said, "that's over with! We need never bring the subject up again!" We both giggled, he did seem kind of embarrassed about the whole thing.

"Don't worry, Daddy," I said. "It'll be forever before I like boys. Other than you and Uncle Drake, of course."

He laughed too, kinda relieved, it seemed like.

"I'm so glad we had this time, together..." sang Hope, in a silly voice, and we all laughed again.


We had a long talk that night, in bed.

"Chair, honey," Hope said. "If... and I know this is a long if... if we succeed in getting Daddy to fuck us, we want him to know that we're both safe... that we're on the pill... that make sense?"

"Yeah..." I said, thinking. That was true. In spite of what I had said to him, I realized that we needed for him to know that. Plus, just so he didn't worry about us, getting in trouble like Darina. It'd just be... like I said... insurance.

"Okay," I said. "So we... tell him, then?"

"Well, let's give it a week or two, like we've thought about it for a while. Let's just tell him we wanna get on it to get used to it, since we'll probably be on it most of our lives. Something like that."

"Yeah. Yeah."


Dad took it well. Yet another week later he took us to the clinic, and we came home with all kinds of literature, and two little plastic cases of pills. We were now officially safe to fuck. Cool. The only thing left to do was fuck our daddy.


We seemed to have a new closeness with our dad, weirdly. We were able to talk with him about more intimate things than we had been, in the past. Well, maybe we always would have been able to... maybe the reticence, in the past, had been ourselves. Anyway, it seemed like the ice had been broken. We enjoyed our new-found intimacy with him. And it made telling him that we wanted him to pop our cherries even more in reach.


The storm. That was quite a night. And it helped things along, I think. But it was scarier than hell. The storm sirens had gone off all day, like they did every spring. Enough that we pretty much ignored them, any more. When the twister hit, my dad had already gone to bed, like he did every night, when the sun had barely even gone down. Hope and I were up watching TV, when they broke in and told everybody to seek shelter, yadda yadda yadda, and so on. Hope is way more scared of that shit than I am, but she jumped up and grabbed me.

"Quick, let's change!" she said, rushing me back to our room. I realized she was planning something, in spite of her fear.

"We're gonna be in basement with dad, let's get some sexy nightgowns on, at least!" she said, and I nodded. Good idea. She stripped, yanking her clothes off, and pawed through our underwear drawer. She gave me a tiny thong, and slid another one up her legs and seated it in her crack.

"Sexy, think sexy!" she said, pulling a tiny nightgown over her head. It barely covered her pussy, and was almost sheer on top. Her fat red nipples showed right through it. Shit, I thought, he'd have to be dead to miss this shit. I pulled an almost identical one over my head, and we ran out of the room.

"Daddy, daddy!" she shouted, and banged on his door. "There's a tornado coming! Come on!"

He opened the door in moments, and stood there in shorts and a t-shirt, blinking, still half asleep. We grabbed him and hurried him down the hall and through the basement door, and down the stairs. Hope flipped the lights on at the bottom, and we all plopped on the couch, my dad fumbling for the remote for the little downstairs TV.

The weather people were going nuts, as usual. "Listen!" I said, and we were quiet for a moment, my dad hitting the mute button. You could hear the storm, even down here. A long, low rumble was obvious. I wondered it that was the tornado.

"Oh, I'm scared!" said Hope, and she really looked it. She sat on a chair across from the couch were Daddy and I sat. I knew she was deathly afraid of bad weather. She wasn't acting, now. God, I thought, doing a double take at her. If Dad was missing this, we had no chance. Her legs were half spread, and her thong was just basically a tiny string right down the middle of her cunt. Her pussy lips hung out both sides of it, and you could pretty much see her whole smooth, hairless pussy mound. Damn. I admired her bravery, but I wondered if she was even aware of what she was showing, she was so scared.

Dad seemed to take it all in stride. He seemed to be looking right at her, and I wondered where his eyes were. Things were so excited I wondered if he even noticed. Shit, how could he miss, though. I was gettin' turned on, looking at her cunt. How could he not notice that shit?

I buried my head in his lap, having to fight the giggles. Damn, Hope, I thought. You go, girl. If nothing else he should notice her nipples when he looked at her face. Again, how could he not notice? He's a guy. Guys always notice.

I pressed into his lap, trying to act like I was scared. My forehead pushed against something, and I just completely froze. Holy goddam fucking shit in a basket, I thought. My forehead was pressing against something hard. Something in his pants, and hard. I tentatively pushed back a little, and moved my face forward, and felt it on my eyes. I am feeling my dad's cock, I thought to myself. I am feeling my dad's hard cock on my face. How goddam fucking sexy is that? Pretty damn. Holy fuck, I breathed. Holy fucking shit. It was the sexiest moment of my whole life. My pussy was so fucking wet in an instant I couldn't believe it.

And, weirdly, he didn't seem to notice. I think what with the storm and all the madness, and seeing Hope's tits and cunt at least subconsciously if not outright consciously, I think his brain was just overloaded, and he didn't notice my face pressing into his dick. His erection. I sucked a gasping breath of air in through my nose, trying to at least smell his cock, if nothing else, but I couldn't tell. It just smelled like him.

That was pretty much it. The lights flickered a few times, and the TV people finally settled down, and the sirens went off. The storm was over.

I finally sat up, and looked at Hope. She seemed a little calmer, and had her legs back together. Her tits still looked great, at least. We all three stood, somewhat sheepishly. To us the storm had been a dud, which is a good thing, although we found out later some areas got creamed pretty severely.

We filed back up the stairs, and after a few mumbled goodnights my dad disappeared back into his room, and we went to ours.

"Holy fuck, Hope, you are gonna so freak when I tell you this shit," I said, as soon as our door closed. Hope dropped onto the bed, and looked at me.

"When I stuck my face in Dad's lap, he had a fucking hard-on," I said, giggling. Her face lit up, and she grinned.

"Are you fuckin' serious," she said.

"As fuck," I said. "I felt it on my forehead, and then I moved down and felt it on my eyes and nose. A goddam genuine E-goddam-fuckin'-rection."

"Fuck," she said. "He was staring right at my cunt, I swear. I mean, he looked like he was a million miles away, I don't know if he was even seeing it, but I saw him look more than once. Way more."

"Shit," I said, still giggling. I felt a little mean at being so manipulative towards him, but shit. We had to get the fire in him somehow. Showing him the goods should help, I thought.

"Well," she said, "Sometimes guys get erections when they're excited period, not just sexually excited. It was so crazy he might not have even noticed seeing me and shit."

"I think he noticed," I said, and I really did. I felt like it. He had to have. Even when you're distracted, sometimes you notice details. And, like I said earlier, I'm sure his subconscious noticed.

Shit anyway. It was sexy. It had been sexy for me, to feel his cock beneath my face. It made me feel closer to him. And I wanted to feel it again. For some reason it felt huge, and now, in my mind, I imagined he had a huge one. Bigger than Eugene's. Maybe as big as some of those I'd seen on the internet. Fuck fire, I though, my dad has a big cock. How cool is that.

"I wonder what he's doing... right now..." Hope whispered, and I giggled. I wondered too... five minutes after going back to bed, and seeing what he'd probably seen this evening... I wondered if he was keeping his hands above the sheets. It really got me off to think of him possible masturbating, thinking of Hope's pussy, or my head rubbing his dick.

"Do you think he does?" I asked her, and she looked at me, smiling.

"I dunno. But it's sexy to think about. And, hell... it's not like he's had a lot of obvious... action over the last few years. Hell, not any that I know of, ever. And, from what I understand, every fucking guy on the planet jerks it. Every one, even the holy rollers. "

Yeah. I mean, he goes out with women he works with and shit, but nothing romantic. We've never known him to have a real date, in all these years. He's practically sexless, or he acts like he is. I wondered what his secrets really were, if he had them. Was he superhuman? Or did he have something going on in his life that we didn't know about?


Then we kinda hit a dry spell. There wasn't much we could do from here on out, except maybe just rape him or something. We wore sexier and sexier clothes, around the house, almost daring him to say something. He never did, and we speculated that maybe that meant he liked it. He acted like he didn't notice, but more than once I caught his eyes on Hope's ass when she reached up for the cereal box, shit like that. I know he's a guy, guys notice that shit. Daughter or not, we thought, he's gotta be noticing. And, daughter or not, it's gotta be turning him on at least a little bit. Cocks don't have a conscience. Not even Dad's, we hoped.

"Hope... you know what..." I said one night, as we sat on our bed, doing homework. My mind was churning.

"What," she  said.

"Tomorrow... before he comes home from work, tomorrow we need to get on his computer, and at least check his e-mail. We need to find out if he's got any record, any sign of a girlfriend or a fuckbuddy or whatever."

"We do? Why?" she asked.

"I think we just need to know what we're up against. If he truly hasn't had it in years, I almost think it'll make our job easier. If he's gettin' it every now and then, he won't be so easy to convince. That's what I think, at least."

"I guess so..." she didn't sound that convinced, but my mind was made up. I would check his computer tomorrow. I knew the password, he'd let me do my term paper on it a month ago, since it was already hooked up to the laser printer, which I hadn't been able to make work with my laptop.

Hope rolled around on the bed, and put her head in my lap. She reached down and pulled her thong off, and kicked it away. I slid her head out of my lap as I got on my knees, and pulled my own shorts and thong down my legs. I crawled up and over her body, and laid down on top of her, my face right in her cunt. I felt her face raise up between my legs. Ahhhh, I thought. Perfect. She smelled incredible, just goddam sexy. I knew she'd taste even better. She did.


We didn't have a chance the next day to snoop, but the day after, after school was out, I hurried us home, and went into Daddy's bedroom. His computer was already on, and still logged in. Good. I carefully tried to remember where everything was, so I could fix it back the way it was when we got done. I started webmail, and it came up in his account. Good again. The next twenty minutes were a dull boring tedium of crap to do with his job, messages to Aunt Sue and Uncle Drake, and fifty million spams that he should have deleted as soon as he got them. Jeezus, it was a mess. But not one single solitary message from a girlfriend, or anything close. Shit.

"I think this is a dead end," said Hope. "You're wasting your time. There ain't shit in there."

"Shit," I said. I finally closed webmail, and snooped around on his desktop some. That's when I saw it. A text file, named simply "dd". Dad's diary, I thought instantly. Shit. I clicked on it.

"Bingo," I said. "Bing-fucking-go."

The date at the top was over five years ago. Shit. I started reading. It was a diary, true. And it was the most boring shit ever. I was almost sorry for him, that he thought he had to save memories so mundane. After a few pages, I finally started scrolling like mad.

"Just skip to the end," said Hope, reading over my shoulder. I hit shift-end, and saw yesterday's date at the bottom of the page.

The entries were much less wordy, very terse, in fact. "wo to eat" said one. Went out to eat. I could figure most of them out. There, though. The very last one. Last night's. Good fucking grief, I thought. I pointed to it. Hope slowly read it out loud, one word at a time.

"lookd pix h&c, jo, wtb." she said. My heart was pounding in my chest. Fuck, I thought. Holy fucking fuck. Whatever does that mean? Does it mean what it looks like it means?

"Fuck," breathed Hope, her mouth an inch from my ear. "He looked at pictures of us, jacked off, and went to bed. What the fuck else could that mean? What the fucking else could that possibly mean?"

I had no idea. I just stared at the screen, my heart pounding. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me, and fought it down. We need to know this shit, I told myself, anything that'll help us get closer to him, we need to know. We're violating his privacy, true, we're almost breaking and entering, but we need to know. It's important.

"What pictures?" Hope said softly.

"I have no fucking idea," I said. I knew he had a million pics of us, he'd had a digital camera ever since we were babies, before they were even in widespread use. Hell, he bought a new one every few years. The one he had now cost a thousand bucks, and was the tiniest of them all.

"Chair... shit... we gotta find those pictures. Start scrolling backwards."

"Fuck, Hope, watch the clock. He'll be home at five fifteen, regular as clockwork. Give me at fifteen minutes warning, at least. I do not wanna be caught in the middle of his shit, like this."

"Yeah," she said, "I agree. We got almost an hour. Start going up."

We saw the "Jo" abbreviation a thousand times, as we scrolled backwards through his diary. Almost every damn day, in fact. Damn. What else could it be? I asked myself. What the fuck else? This made it sound like his hand had a hell of a sex life. The only thing odd thing I noticed was a "fs" on those nights that didn't have a "jo". Just every great once in a while.

"What the fuck is that?" said Hope. "The F makes me think he's fucking somebody... what the hell else could F mean? But who? Whos name starts with an S?"

The only person we could come up with was Aunt Sue, his sister. That, though, was so ridiculous we dropped it immediately. I mean, he had said he'd had a crush on her when he was a kid... but that was thirty years ago. And it wasn't like she hung around either, we hardly ever saw her. And, she was married. On top of it all, she was his sister. Crazy.

Finally with just a few minutes left, we hit pay dirt. It sure looked like pay dirt. Just three short sentences, somewhere in the middle of last summer.

"hm early, grls aslp aftr sex, both nkd. took pix shame shame. jo 3x."

Hope slowly read it, filling in the blanks. She read it again, I guess in case I didn't get it the first time.

"He has pictures of us naked. He has goddam fucking pictures of us, fucking naked." she breathed, almost reverently. I turned and looked at her, wondering if she was angry. Shit no. She had a big smile on her face. We both just stared at each other, giggling.

Did it piss us off that he'd violated our privacy, and took nudie pics of us? Hell no, it didn't me. Shit, I thought. We're in. This is our ticket. We know he wants us, now. I mean, fuck. He looks at nudie pics of us and jacks off. How can he say no? Fuck. We're in, I thought.

"Chair. Go back to the end. Just for a test, try this. Find the storm."

I turned back to the computer, totally bemused. I hit shift-end again.

"What day was the storm?" I said.

"Saturday. A week and three nights ago." she said.

"There. Look," I pointed at the screen.

"storm. saw h's p. c face h-on."

"Fuck!" she almost cackled. "Saw Hope's pussy. What else could it be? And Charity's face hard-on. What the fuck else could it mean? Damn, Charity. Damn." She said, spinning my chair around, and putting her hands on the armrests. Her face was right in mine. She was grinning like a monkey.

"Okay, fuckin' get this. He's got nudie pics of us, and when he looks at them he gets so hot he can jack off three times. Three fucking times. We turn him on that fucking much. Goddam, Chair, that's a lot. In one night? Three fucking times? Damn, he's a beast. Fuck damn!"

I giggled. And, damn. I wanted to see those pictures. After sex? Did that mean after we'd had sex? How did he know that? How could he have guessed, if we were just asleep? Just because we were naked? What a fucking can of worms we'd opened up. I felt excited, though, about the things we'd found out. Excited, and naughty. This is our ticket, I thought again. I mean, I wouldn't use this shit to blackmail him, but this just proves to us that he wants us. That he lusts after us.

"Tomorrow," Hope said, softly. I looked at her. "Tomorrow you are gonna find those fucking pictures," she said.

I arranged the computer the way I remembered it had been, and we turned the screen off, and I pushed his chair back under the desk. We went down to the kitchen, and Hope started fixing dinner.

"Hope," I said, "we can never, ever, ever let him know we did that. No matter what. If we fail, or if we succeed, we can never let him know. That was a serious violation of his privacy and his trust, almost criminal. We should feel way bad about doing it. And we can never let him know."

"Yeah, I agree. But, darlin', we had to know. And now we know."

"Yeah. Damn. Dad. Who would have guessed."

"We have gotta find those fuckin' pictures, though. We have gotta know."

"Yeah..." although... I didn't think anything he did could make me hate him or disgust me or anything. But, I wondered... what if he'd like put a spy-hole in the bathroom or something? How would I feel about that? I mean, we were really past that stage, I think... what we were considering doing with him, and how we were going to use this knowledge that we'd illicitly gained... most people would consider that way out there. And it was. We were trying to seduce our dad, basically. Could anything he'd done be worse than that, than thinking like that? I knew most people in the world would consider us major perverts, just for wanting to fuck our dad. I examined my feelings yet again. Yes, that's what I still wanted. Hope was right. It was right. It was meant to be. Fuck society and convention. It was right. We loved him and each other that much.


The pictures were a bitch to find, but we found them. Rather than descend into thousands of directories nested dozens of levels deep, I simply did a global search for every single jpeg on the computer, and then we only had to look through sixty thousand or so thumbnails. And finally. Finally.

"Chair..." Hope said, her finger pointing near the bottom of the screen. I clicked on the first tiny image. There, in all it's glory, was my naked sleeping body, stretched out on the couch in the living room. My head was laying on Charity's thigh, my face maybe four inches from her spread-eagled cunt. It was actually a pretty good picture of me, although there were some dark shadows, because he obviously hadn't used the flash, but I understood. The next pic was a shot of Hope's sleeping face, with a little of my knee in it, her mouth half open, and white crusty dried pussy juice all over her chin and cheek. I am pretty juicy. The best one was an extreme close-up of my cunt, from maybe a foot away, as spread apart as Hope's had been. You could see everything, even my pee-hole. It was actually kind of cute, I'd never seen myself that closely before, although... I'm pretty identical to Hope, down there. There were maybe ten pics all in all, basically of us sleeping, lying head-to-foot on the couch, after we'd sixty-nined each other silly one night last summer. I remembered that night well. It was the first time he'd let us stay alone, when he went on a weekend business trip. We'd fucked in the living room, and fell asleep on the couch. It had been kinda sexy to fuck around in the living room instead of locked in our room, we had felt like we were getting away with major shit.

"He came home that night. He came home early, saw us asleep on the couch, took some pics, and left again, until the next day, when he came home again and let us think he'd just gotten back. Goddam. It worked out perfect for him. And we'd have never known, if we didn't snoop."

"Hope," I said, "Does it bother you that he did that? That he took pics of us like that?"

"Fuck no," she said, relieving me. "The way I see it, that just means he wants us. He sees us... sexually, or whatever. And hell, why not, we are sexy as all fuck."

I giggled. I was kind of glad she felt that way, that she wasn't pissed at him. I wasn't. I knew it meant he loved us more than ever. How could he not? He was obviously jacking off to pictures of us. To me, that almost seemed like worship or something. Like he was bowing before us.

And... something that gave me a major thrill... a shiver ran down my spine, when I reminded myself of it... Dad knows we fuck.

"Hope, baby..." I said, staring at her. "He knows. He's known for eight months, now. He knows we fuck!"

We both burst into giggles for some crazy reason. It turned me on just to think of it. Daddy knows we fuck, I told myself over and over. There seemed to be a rightness to it that I couldn't explain. I was glad he knew. I felt like it brought us that much closer. He knew, and he didn't get onto us, he hasn't said a word to us about it, or even gave us an indirect lecture, as was his style. Of course, he'd have to admit how he knew, if he brought it up...

Somehow, I told myself, somehow I need to talk to him about encrypted drives. He'd actually taken that computer back to the shop, several years ago, when something went wrong with it that I couldn't fix. If he did that now, and the techs found those pics... damn, he could get his ass in hot water, Hope and I weren't anywhere close to eighteen yet. He basically had child porn on the machine. Shit. I sent Hope to our room for a blank DVD, and burned us a copy of the pics, for our scrapbook. They were good pics, he was a good photographer. Even when sneaking around and taking secret ones. Luckily his camera had a silent shutter, but I wished he could have used the flash. I was doubly glad we were both sound sleepers, so that he was brave enough to do it.

I closed everything down, erased the thumbnails from the "recent" folder, and we left his room. We were through snooping. We'd found out what we needed to know. And it had done nothing except strengthen our resolve to fuck him. To fuck our daddy.


Wednesday after school we walked over to Aunt Sue and Uncle Richard's house after school. Not for anything in particular, just to visit. We sat in the kitchen at talked, while she baked some cakes.

"Aunt Sue," said Hope, "We're worried about Dad."

She kinda laughed. "I worry about him too," she said.

"I mean," Hope went on, "he never gets out. He don't have a girlfriend, and never has, as far as we know. We don't think that's... healthy, or something."

"Well, it's probably not," said Aunt Sue, "but your dad is a very peculiar man. His needs are probably a bit different than most peoples. And, I think he's waiting on you girls to finish growing up before he moves on with his life."

"Yeah, probably," said Hope, "but it's not fair to him. I wish we could do something for him."

"Well, you are, you are good girls, you stay out of trouble, and you seem to make his life more pleasant. And it's nice that you care about him."

I sat there and listened to her and looked at her, and thought, yeah... I'd do that. She was fine, still foxy looking, fit and firm for thirty five or so. I wouldn't blame Dad if he was doing her, she was pretty cool. I thought to myself, after Hope, and maybe some of the girls I go to school with, I'd do it. I'd hit that.

Anyway, the talk went on for a while, but we didn't really prove anything or find anything out. We finally went home, perplexed, and not knowing any more than we did before.

"If there's anything between the two of them, they hide it well," said Hope, and I agreed. Another dead end.


That Friday night Hope called Uncle Drake, and he came and got us. We'd packed a bag without asking him, we didn't figure he'd mind if we spent the night. We stopped at the movie store, and then went on to his house.

We'd talked about what to tell him earlier, and for some reason we both thought we should just tell him everything. Well, almost everything... we didn't want to make him lose respect for his older brother... so we decided on some details to omit from our story, to kind of tone it down. I had also pointed out to Hope that we should give him something, at this point...  we were including him in this little adventure, and we needed to make him part of it, too. I really felt that way, and Hope agreed pretty quick. Let's just see what happens, she said. What we can make happen. I don't mean we were gonna fuck him or anything... but we'd think of something. Some suitable... reward.

We settled in the living room, and ate the pizza he'd heated up. The TV was on, but muted.

Hope finally couldn't stand it any longer. "Uncle Drake," she said, and he nodded.

"You remember that shit we talked about a few weeks ago?" she said, and he nodded again.

"That's pretty much all I've thought of since then," he admitted, laughing slightly.

"Well, we got some more shit to tell you... if you'll swear to keep it a secret..."

"Of course," he almost seemed offended at that. "I never talk to anyone about the stuff you guys tell me."

"Good, good," said Hope. "Well, it's moving along nicely. We have found... evidence... that Daddy kinda sees us in a... more sexual manner than we realized. I think it's within our grasp, here in the near future."

"Jeezus," he breathed. "You are serious about this? You girls are seriously thinking of going through with this? Of trying this?"

"Hell yeah," I said. "We love him that much. And it's... it's symbolic, symbolic of our love for him."

"Damn," he said. "I still think you're taking an awful risk."

"I just don't really feel it that much," said Hope. "We have a much better idea now, how he really feels.

"Can you tell me... how you know this?"

Hope glanced at me. I nodded imperceptibly at her.

"We found..." she said slowly, "we found his diary on his computer, and read... a little of it. He talked about us some. About how he feels about us."

"Okay, okay," Uncle Drake said. "Tell me this, then. Are you just talking about him making love to the two of you just one time, for... basically symbolic reasons? Or are you talking about a long-term physical relationship between the three of you? Can I ask that?"

"You can ask anything you want, Uncle Drake," I said. "We got that much respect for your opinion. Please, don't be afraid to ask anything."

He nodded. Hope was silent. I actually wondered myself what we were talking about. I hadn't really thought about it, about what we expected, after and if we succeeded.

"It's... it's hard not to think it might happen more than once..." Hope finally said, and I nodded slowly.

"You might want to clarify that to yourselves, before you go any further," Uncle Drake said, and we both nodded. He was right, I thought. I caught Hope's eye, and nodded again at her.

"And he knows we make out," I said, my mouth just saying it without my brain being involved. Shit, I thought, as I said it. Shit. Now Uncle Drake knows we make out, too. I just told him.

I looked at Hope. She had a slightly shocked expression on her face, but then she smiled at me. I knew she was alright with it.

"You two?" he said, bemusedly. I gulped, and nodded. He continued. "You two make out? With each other?"

"Oh, hell yeah," said Hope. "It's no big deal. And we don't just make out, we FUCK!" she giggled as she said the word. Uncle Drake's eyes bugged out, and his mouth was open. I started giggling too.

"Girls..." he finally managed. "This is not funny. And your language is most... unladylike." He shook his head, but I could see a slight smile on his lips.

"Uncle Drake," said Hope, "you should have seen your face!"

"It's not every day that I hear a confession of that magnitude," he said, shaking his head some more.

"Uncle Drake, I love Hope, and she loves me," I said. "We've made out for years, since we were little kids. I can't even remember when we started. It's natural for us, it's just us being us. I can't really explain it better than that, sorry."

He was still shaking his head, but at least he was smiling, now.

"Jeezus," he said, "Jeezus." Hope and I giggled some more.

"Uncle Drake," I said, "don't let this change how you feel about Dad. It doesn't change anything, it just shows us all how much he really loves us. And... we think... don't freak, now... but we think you love us that much, too."

He was silent for a moment. He appeared to be deep in thought.

"I do, girls," he finally said, "but... not like that, not carnally. There are many different kinds of love, and..."

"Like shit," Hope interrupted. "You know you'd do us, if you could. If we offered."

He snorted a laugh. "My nieces? I hardly think so. Aside from being illegal, it's immoral... we are blood relation..."

"Unk, it's changed, that's an archaic way of thinking. We're on the pill, there's no genetic issues involved any longer. And we are all adults. We can do what we want to do. We live in the future, now. Everything's okay."

"Girls..." he seemed at a loss for words, weirdly. And he usually always knew what to say. I wondered if he was arguing with his conscience, or if he really believed what he was saying.

"Uncle Drake," I said. "We love you, and we know you love us. Who knows what the future holds. Don't make your mind up about anything. We've talked about this... and we feel like we owe you something... well, maybe not owe... but we feel like we'd like to give you something... something special."

"Oh, shit," he almost seemed disgusted. "Don't even think that way, girls. You don't owe me nothin'. Certainly nothin' like what this sounds like. Don't spoil things between us, please. Don't make me choose."

"You don't have to choose anything, Uncle Drake," said Hope, "we love you and we want to share ourselves with you. You can't have our cherries, of course, that's for Daddy... but maybe later who knows. We like you, and we think you're hot, and we know you like us, too. Come on, we're adults, let's have a little fun!"

He just sat there and looked at us. I couldn't really tell what kind of look he had on his face, mostly just resignation, it looked like to me. This might be easy, I thought.

It wasn't. We argued for more than an hour. We didn't want to just run over him, we felt like we needed to convince him, to get him to agree with us. I felt like this was good practice for what we'd have to go through to get Dad over to our point of view.

"You guys are my nieces," he said at one point, "I've know you since you were babies. I don't see you... sexually... at all."

"We can change that shit," said Hope, laughing. He shook his head.

"I don't think you can. I'd feel... I'd feel like a child molester, or something..."

"Do you still see us as children?" I said, and he nodded.

"Well, so what," said Hope. "Kids have feelings, too. Everybody pretends they don't, but they do. I know it, I was a kid, and I had feelings for my sister. And I acted on those feelings, and it didn't do nothin' but make us closer together."

"That's different," he started, and she interrupted him. "It's not, really. We humans are physical creatures, sexual creatures. We wanna do what feels good. We do do what feels good. Come on, Uncle Drake, let us make you feel good, for a change. Let us practice, on you."

"Yeah," I said, "we know that if we weren't here now, you'd be ass-deep in some foxy chick. We kept you from that, let us make it up a little."

He just stared at me. "How?" he finally said, half-way laughing.

"I dunno," I said, "let's just see what works out. How about if you lick us some? Would you like that? We taste good... I promise..."

"Yeah," said Hope. "And we'll lick you some. We'll give you an honest BJ, promise."

He did laugh at that. "I thought you were wanting to save yourself for your dad..." He said.

"We are, we will. You ain't gettin' to pop no cherries tonight. But there's other stuff we can do..." said Hope. She sat forward, and yanked her t-shirt over her head. Damn, I thought, she fills out a bra nicely. She had nice grapefruit-sized round titties, just like mine. We got cool boobs, I had time to think.

"Ladies..." he started, as I yanked my own shirt over my head. I immediately unsnapped my bra, and threw it in the floor. I could feel his eyes on my tits. We're in, I thought.

"Ladies, I still don't think this is a good idea," he was still protesting, but I thought he sounded a little weak. I knew the sight of a nice pair of tits had changed many a mind in the past. And I hoped it would, now.

"Uncle Drake," Hope said, and I knew that tone of voice, well. "Come on. It's time to play. We love you and you love us, give us this, and take some for yourself. Have a little fun. End of argument."

He laughed again, and crossed his arms over his chest. Hope and I had both stood by then, and were kicking our jeans down our legs. Hope yanked her panties off, and I did also, and we stood before him, naked as the day we were born.

"What are you going to do, rape me?" he asked, still laughing, though I noticed he was getting an eyeful of our naked selves.

"If we have to," said Hope, sounding determined. Shit, I thought, how long can he hold out? With two foxy naked girls in the room, how long?

"How can I face your dad again, if I do this?" he asked, almost seeming like he was talking to himself.

"You'll manage," I said. "And, anyway, you know what we're going to do to Daddy, here in a few. It won't be no different. We all keep secrets, this'll just be another one you can keep. He don't need to know."

"And no feelin' guilty about shit like this. We're all human, this is just what humans do," said Hope.

"Yeah, but not humans that are related to each other," he said. Hope snorted.

"Come on, live in the future. Live, and enjoy." She dropped to her knees, and crawled over to where he was. I saw him tense up, and I almost thought he was going to jump up and run.

"Girls," he said, "have you ever done anything like this before? Do you really know what you're getting into?"

"Hell yeah," said Hope, "we sucked a cock last weekend, in fact. This is no big shit to us. Well, it is, because it's you, it's somebody we love, but you are not our first, not exactly."

He snorted at that. I colored slightly, but I thought, so what, what the hell. So, we're cocksuckers. So is every other girl out there, and a few of the guys. Big shit. Everybody puts a cock in their mouth, at some point.

"Lord," he said, sighing. "I'm not sure I want to hear your confessions." We both giggled at that. I slid off the couch, onto my knees, and crawled towards him.

"Okay," he said, and we stopped. Did that mean okay? I thought.

"Okay, listen. I admit, I find you two attractive, and have for years, far longer back than I ever should have. I admit, I'd love nothing more than to just lose myself in the two of you. I'm a guy, a normal guy, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find you... bombshell attractive. But I don't wanna take the slightest chance on screwing up what we have. Do you two understand that? I love you and I respect you and I want to be your friend forever. Does that make sense?"

"Hell yeah," said Hope, "we feel the same way. And, like I think with Daddy, I think we love each other enough to deal with this, with whatever emotional bullshit it throws our way. We are strong enough, and we love each other enough."

"Darlin', you are fourteen years old, I'm not sure if you have any idea yet what you mean when you say emotional bullshit. Sometimes emotional bullshit can jerk us around pretty strongly, like it or not."

"I know, I know," she said, stubbornly, "but... like I said... we got love enough for that. We can afford to take the chance."

"Oh god," he said, "please don't make me regret this, later." I smiled. I knew we were in. We had done it, we'd convinced him. This was gonna be fun.


I was right. It was major fun. We crawled on top of him, and I took his shirt off while Hope unzipped his jeans and pulled them off his legs. We looked at each other and giggled, and Hope worked his underwear down his legs, while I stared. He had a nice cock, not quite as large as Eugene's, but very well formed and just plain fuckin' attractive. And hard, fuck was it ever hard. For all his talk, he seemed ready to play. We were.

Hope crawled up on top of him, and plastered her mouth to his. He made some kind of exclamation, I think he was surprised at that, but I'm sure he loved it. I just reached over and grabbed his cock, remembering what Eugene had liked when we'd played with his. I started pumping, and he gasped in Hope's mouth.

I finally crawled on top of his legs, and took his cock in my mouth. It was harder than fuck, damn it was hard. I slurped it all the way in until I almost choked, and then slid it out, running my tongue around the cap. Damn, it felt cool in my mouth. It felt right at home. I'm gonna be a lot of things when I grow up, I thought to myself, but first and foremost I'm gonna be a cocksucker. After my sister's cunt, this is my favorite thing in the world. I hungered even more to feel my dad in my mouth.

Hope finally came down to my level, and I had to give her her share. We licked up and down the sides of his cock, finally kissing each other, with his cock in the middle. I could hear him sighing and moaning above us, and I knew it felt good. And, I'm sure just the sheer sexiness of what we were doing was turning him on major. I know it was me.

"Girls," he said, "I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that. Sit up here, and let me have a turn at you..."

We knew what he meant. We crawled up on the couch, and he went into the floor. The next hour, the next solid fucking hour was spent with his face in either my crotch, or my sister's. He ate us like candy, for a solid fucking hour, and it was incredible, I came and came and came again. That shit I said earlier, about how girls knew best how to please girls, is not entirely true. Some guys have a gift for it, too. I know Uncle Drake has probably eaten a lot of pussy over the years, and he has learned well from it. I just lay there, kissing my sister, and let him run wild on me, down there. I felt his hands, kneading my tits, as his tongue probed the center of my soul, and it was pretty incredible. He had a little different style than my sister, but it was fun, it was good. He, at least, like her, spent most of his time right on my clit, thank goodness, and I came like crazy. When he was eating Hope I could feel her twitch and cum again and again, and I thought, damn, he's good at this shit. He's a pro. It was cool.

"Uncle Drake... Unk..." said Hope finally, raising her head woozily. I knew how she felt, I felt it too.

"What," he said, his reply muffled by my cunt.

"Uncle Drake, I want you to fuck me. I wanna feel you, inside me," Hope said, and I thought, shit, what? You what?

"I thought you were saving yourself for your dad," he said, raising up from my pussy. I was as puzzled as he was.

"Not my cunt, dammit," she said, sighing loudly. "My ass. I want you to fuck me in the ass."

I choked back a giggle. That girl. She was almost too much, at times. She was way more out in front that me. Way more. But, I thought... that kinda sounds like fun... and we'd still technically be virgins, for Daddy...

"I thought you said no cherries were gonna be popped tonight," he said, and we both giggled.

"No pussy cherries," she clarified, and he sighed loudly. "Oh, fuck," he finally said, and we both giggled, hearing him say "fuck" for the first time. Hope jumped up and motioned us to follow her.

"Come on," she said, "I gotta take a shit, then you can fuck me. Come on!"

Shit, I thought. Literally. We followed her down the hall to the master bathroom, and she sat on the toilet, while I sat on the tub edge beside her. She gestured Uncle Drake to come to her, and she crouched down and took his still-hard cock in her mouth while she sat there and had a nice poop. I sat on the tub and played with his balls as she sucked him, I love balls, they are so cute and soft. Fun. That he stayed in the room while she was shitting told me how much he loved us, and gave me a case of the giggles. I was well used to the smell of my sister's shit, truth be known, it smelled a lot like my own. She got done and wiped her ass, and I got her a wet washrag to clean herself with.

"Hang on, I gotta go too," I said, as they started to leave, so we repeated the whole thing, with me sitting on the pot and having a nice healthy shit while I sucked on his cock, and Hope played. She finally got tired of his balls, and crouched behind him, and I have no idea what she really did, from his squirming I'm guessing she licked his asshole or something. Crazy girl. Like I said, she's way out there, more than me.

I finally dropped a few nice ones, and finished up, scrubbing my ass clean with the washrag. I wanted to be clean back there, I still anticipated a little tongue action on my asshole, before the night was over. Hope dug through the medicine cabinet, grabbed a towel, and we tromped back into the living room.

She spread the towel out on the floor, and got down on her hands and knees over it, pointing her butt at Uncle Drake. She handed the tube of mineral oil back to him, and said, "Grease me up, darlin'!"

"Are you sure about this?" he said. "I don't want to detract any from the... from what you intend with your father..."

"It won't. I'll still be a virgin," she said.

"Technically," I giggled.

"Yeah. Technically," she said. "Hey, it's good enough. This is just a little fun between friends," I laughed out loud.

Uncle Drake solemnly slathered mineral oil on his cock. I could see his hands trembling, and I felt a little sympathy for him. We probably hadn't been to fair about how we did this to him, we really hadn't left him much of a choice. Still, I think he'd enjoyed himself so far. And getting to butt-fuck us? How could he not enjoy that?

Yeah, you noticed... I'd already decided to do it too. I crowded in close behind him, and whispered in his ear, "Uncle Drake... if you can help it, don't cum inside her... I want you do do me, too..." He nodded, and looked at me shaking his head, and rolling his eyes. Yeah, I thought, you silly man. We're making your dreams come true, even if you don't realize it yet. I giggled to myself.

As he pushed his slick, greasy cock into my sister's asshole, I wondered what Daddy was doing right now. I wondered if he'd done his daily ritual of looking at our pics and whacking off yet. I hoped, lord, I hoped the thing with him went as well as it had so far with Uncle Drake, tonight. This had been a good trial run, I thought, this had been a good test of our powers of persuasion. We'd won, we'd convinced him real well, I thought. Maybe we were a little overbearing, but so what... he's a guy, he was gettin' what he wanted, whether he knew it now or not. He'd thank us later.

I stared around the side of his body... his cock was all the way in her, his thighs were up against her butt. It looked like the coolest, ever. Her asshole wasn't wrinkled any longer, it was a tight red ring around his cock, and I'm sure it felt like heaven to him. And maybe her. I crawled around to where I was in front of her, and took her head in my hands.

"Does it feel good, darlin'," I asked, and I felt her nod in my arms. "Fuck yeah," she said, "Chair, you gotta try this shit. Fuck... you gotta try this..."

"I intend to," I said, laughing. I just held her while he fucked away at her ass, his hand reaching around her leg, and rubbing her clit. I can do that shit, I thought, and I laid down on my back and scooted underneath her, pulling myself backwards until her cunt was right over my face. Uncle Drake's balls looked cooler than shit from that point of view, as did the shaft of his cock, plunging in and out of her sweet ass. I reached up and found her clit with my tongue, feeling his balls bounce around on the bridge of my nose. It was cooler than fuck. I could feel her shaking above me, and I almost had a orgasm myself, it was so fucking cool. I could smell a faint hint of shit, but even that was sexier than fuck to me. I love my sister, and I even love her shit.

She came, hard, almost falling on top of me. I reached up and back, and licked Uncle Drake's balls, I had hoped to get them in my mouth, but my chin was up against Hope's cunt and I couldn't. He finally slowed, after he'd felt her cum, and I crawled out from underneath them.

He finally pulled out of her, and she collapsed on the towel. I smoothed the hair out of her eyes, and giggled at her. She looked up and me, and shook her head. She'll sleep well tonight, I thought.

I kissed her, and took her place on the towel, crouching over her limp body. Uncle Drake smeared some oil on my asshole. I felt his strong hands on the sides of my hips, and I steeled myself for that first push into my body. I felt something touch me, right in the center of my little rosebud. I relaxed.


He took us home Saturday morning, and we just crawled into bed, and made up for some of the sleep we lost that night. I'm sure he did the same. I know we wore him out, there's only one of him, and two of us. And we were in overdrive or something, that night. We were hot to trot, even for us.

We fucking blew his mind about four AM, I crawled up behind Hope and smashed my tongue into her asshole, and in a minute we were sixty-nined, lapping each other up like candy. I happened to look at him, and the look of love in his eyes was unmistakable. I knew again we hadn't made a mistake, this was just gonna make him love us all that much more. Getting to watch us make out turned him on big time, I couldn't see his hand, but I could see the motions as he stroked his cock. It just got sexier and sexier to me, and I creamed like crazy, and came in Hope's face. It was too cool.

Getting butt-fucked was fun, and I think it was good practice for what I hope my Daddy will do to me. It didn't hurt that much, Uncle Drake was careful and considerate, and luckily he doesn't have a giant cock, just average. I'm not sure I would have cum, except that I was fingering my clit as he fucked me, like I'd seen Hope do. It felt good to feel full of him, at least.

I also blew his mind when I pooped his sperm out of my ass, and I sat on the toilet backwards so he could see me do it. I heard him groan when I squirted it out, and I know it looked sexy. Nasty, but sexy. He wiped my ass and washed it, and two minutes later we were back in the living room and he was licking me back there. So I finally got that tongue on my asshole, like what I wanted. I had thoroughly enjoyed being butt-fucked by him, it felt better than I'd thought it would, it gave me a fabulous feeling of fullness that I probably can't really describe. I loved it, and I hope someday my dad can do it for me. I know Hope thought that, too, we talked about it, as we lay in bed later, in each other's arms. We giggled about Uncle Drake, and his reticence at first, then later he just jumped right in the middle of us. I know he enjoyed us, that night we'd laid in his bed a while and cuddled and whispered shit and kissed and it made me feel even stronger that we'd done the right thing. We could fuck around and still be friends, still be uncles and nieces. Everything was okay. Just like it was going to be with Daddy. Just like.


Well, after that, there wasn't much left to do but seduce Daddy, somehow. We were still stuck on that part. There were too many complications to make it simple, like it had been with Uncle Drake. We knew our dad lusted after us, but we couldn't let him know we knew. Shit like that. We didn't really know what to do.

We talked about it, and finally agreed to just bring it up, and talk to him about it. Tell him how we felt, what we wanted. What he wanted, too, he just didn't know it yet.

"Friday night," said Hope. "Friday night we'll tell him. Let's plan a little party, and we'll sit him down and have a little talk with him, just like we did Uncle Drake. I agree what you said earlier, the only way to do this is to win a logical argument with him."

"Yeah..." I said. But I knew it wouldn't be quite that easy.


Of course, it didn't work out that way. It never goes like it's planned. By that Thursday night we still didn't have a concrete plan for the weekend, but we felt a little self-imposed pressure to get something done. Thursday night Uncle Drake called, and ask if we'd like to spend the night Friday, and of course we agreed. I figured I knew what he wanted, but I figured he also wanted to make sure things were still okay between us, in spite of what we'd done the other night. I knew it'd work out fine. We walked to his place after school Friday afternoon, to find him all flustered, the people at his job had called and we was going to have to go out of town for the weekend.

We'd already told Dad we were going to spend the night with him, but what the hell. We didn't have any other place to go, so we had him drop us off at the house on his way to the airport. As we drove into our neighborhood, Hope yanked on my arm and pointed to a mini-van parked a few houses down from ours. It didn't register to me until we got out, and I was fumbling for my house key.

"That's Aunt Sue's car!" Hope said. "I fucking know it! I'd know it anywhere!"

I wasn't that sure, I barely had a memory of what she drove nowdays. I shook my head, and Hope made a shhh! motion as we went into the house. We stopped and listened, but didn't hear a thing.

"Daddy's here, his car is out there. And I think Aunt Sue is here. This might be just what we need," said Hope, and I laughed at her. Wishful thinking, I thought. Surely not, not this quick, not when we needed a break so bad. We couldn't be so lucky.

We quietly went into the house. They, or just Daddy if it wasn't Aunt Sue's car, weren't in the living room or kitchen. The house seemed kinda deserted, in fact. We finally made our way down the hall. His door was closed. Hope stopped, and carefully pressed her ear to the door. I knelt, and did the same.

We didn't hear anything, for the longest. Then... what sounded like a groan. A nice long sexy groan. Shit. Something out of the ordinary was definitely going on in there. It got louder. I heard what sounded like a slapping noise. I looked up at Hope, and she had a shit-eatin' grin on her face.  I pressed my ear to the door, again.

It got louder and louder. A rhythmic slapping noise, and moans and groans. Definitely. There was almost no doubt in my mind. Somebody inside there was getting fucked. What else could it be?

I jumped as Hope grabbed my arm. She dragged me away, and into our room, and gently shut the door.

"Chair," she said, looking me straight in the eye. I could feel her breath on my face. "Daddy is in there, fucking somebody. I am certain it's Aunt Sue. This is our chance. This is what we've been waiting for. Agreed?"

I agreed, but I wasn't sure what to do with the knowledge.

"Should we just bust in there? And tell him we want our share?" I asked, and she nodded.

"I think so. What can he say? What can they say? We've caught them, fair and square. We know they fuck, now. How can he refuse us?"

The more I thought about it, the less right it seemed, to just bust in on them. I finally had to argue with her, but she agreed at last, though I could tell she still wanted to just charge right in. We finally opened our door an inch, and I sat in the floor, and waited. After an ungodly amount of time, maybe two hours, I heard a voice, and I caught a split-second glimpse of Aunt Sue coming down the hall, walking funny as she adjusted her panty-hose. I nodded to Hope, who was playing on her laptop.

"It was her, all right," I said, carefully closing our door all the way. We came out an hour later, and found Daddy in the kitchen, making a sandwich. He jumped when he saw us, and I could tell he was pretty damn surprised. We filled him in on Uncle Drake working, and all that, and had a fairly normal evening. On the couch Hope whispered in my ear, "Tomorrow night. Tomorrow goddam fucking night, dammit," and I giggled at her. She sure didn't have the patience I did. Tomorrow night it was. I was ready, too.


Saturday night. I hoped it would be a night to remember. Hope and I took a long hot shower that morning, and we were both so horny about the whole thing that we fucked like mad, until we were exhausted. "Save some for Daddy," I told her, and she laughed and smashed her face into my pussy. Everything that girl does is balls-to-the-wall. She doesn't have a slow speed.

That evening we all went and picked up a pizza, and sat on the couch, eating and watching TV until Hope just couldn't stand it any more.

"Dad," she said. "Hit the mute."

He did, and gave us his full attention. I think he knew, somehow, that important shit was going down.

"Daddy," Hope said, and I nodded encouragingly. "We love you, more than life. We know you love us, more than life. The three of us have a strong love, possible the strongest. We can survive anything, because of that. Nothing is too much, for our love. Agreed?"

"I agree," he said, nodding his head. "We have a strong love. I love you girls dearly, more than life."

"Okay," she said. "Daddy. We have something very special that we want you to do, that we want to offer you. Something that occurs only once in a person's lifetime. And we love you enough that we want you to do it, for us. Agreed again?"

"Uhm, agreed again," he said, a little more guarded, this time. I think he felt something in the air. And maybe from the way she'd worded her sentences.

"Daddy, we are almost fifteen. In most cultures, we'd be grown women by now, having babies and getting married and so on. We're that age. Anyway, we've decided that we're at the age that we want to lose our... virginity..." I winced when she said the word. Oddly, he didn't move a muscle. She continued. "And we love you so much we want you to do it."

She was finally silent. He and I were silent, too. He just sat there, looking at her. Then he looked at me, and then back at her. I wondered if he'd really heard what she'd said, if it had sunk in.

"Daddy?" I finally said, when the silence stretched.

"Girls..." he finally said, and then was silent again. For the longest time. Finally, weirdly, Hope started crying, and flew to him and plastered her face into his shoulder. I felt tears start, too.

"Oh, girls," he said again, and I could tell he was crying, too. I went to him and kneeled down, and put my head in his lap, as he held Hope. We all three had a nice long cry.

I finally pulled myself up, and sat on the couch beside him.

"Girls," he said, trying again. He looked at me, and then Hope. "I'm not sure... I'm not sure I understand you... but I think I know what you asked me. And... I'm honored, but... girls... you have to understand... we cannot do that. I cannot."

"Daddy," Hope interrupted, "we know you love us. We know our love is strong enough. Give us this, give us our first time, at least, with somebody we love, that loves us. Please... please understand..."

"Honestly, I think I do," he said, sounding almost puzzled. "I should be more upset than I am, but I think I understand. And I love you for it, all the more. But... I just can't..."

"Daddy," I said, "we know you love us, and we know the... the many ways you love us. Just like we know the many ways you love Aunt Sue. Give us that, give us our first time, give us something to remember, something to hold onto. Please."

He looked frustrated, almost upset. "Girls," he said, "I'm sorry, but... this is wrong, what you want. Please understand. I do love you more than life, but I just can't. I can't."

"Yes," said Hope, "you can. We know you love us... like that. Forget the rules, forget society... give us what we want, what you want. Daddy... you have to feel the rightness of it, you have to. Search your feelings. You know you want to."

He was silent, and just sat there, holding her in his arms, with me at his feet. Once again, I thought he looked puzzled.

"What do you mean, I love you... like that..." he finally said.

"Daddy, we know... we know you... uhm... see us, kinda sexually..." I said. "We... accidentally... read some of your diary..."

Oh shit, I thought, after all that crap about not telling him, and I just told him. Shit.

"I'm sorry, Daddy... it was a mistake and we're sorry... but we know how you feel about us. And we feel the same way. We love you, Daddy. Let us love you. Please." I felt like I was babbling, but I didn't know where to go from here.

"Girls, what you want... what you propose, is not right. Dads just don't... don't have sex with their daughters. It's just not done."

"Daddy, that's old-fashioned. We're on the pill, you know that. Nothing bad will happen. We love each other enough to survive this. Please. This once. Give us our first time, Daddy. Please."

We argued for two solid hours. He was pretty resolute. Finally, at least, he was talking calmly about the whole thing, and I realized that he was over being shocked about it. I mean, if he could simply talk about it...

"Daddy," said Hope. He was still holding her in his arms, he'd been for hours, now. "Daddy, how long have you... you and Aunt Sue... been doin' it."

"It? Doin' it?" he said, and we both giggled.

"Yeah. It," I said.

"What makes you think we're... doin' it?" he said, and we both giggled again.

"I saw her comin' out of your bedroom last night, messin' with her pantyhose," I said. "I think it's pretty much a given."

"Damn," he said, and we giggled some more.

"That's really nobody's business but mine, and hers," he finally said.

"Awww, come on," said Hope, "we're not puttin' you down, we think it's cool. Just like it's gonna be cool when you... do us."

"Do you, now," he said, halfway laughing. Once again, I saw that as a good sign. "Well, if you must know, pretty much my entire adult life... even when I was with your mother... especially then, she's what kept me going through the downside of my marriage. She is very special to me, and I appreciate her greatly. I don't think I'd be entirely sane, without her to lean on."

"That is so cool," I said, and I meant it. I felt a wave of love for the woman... I loved her even more, for the things she did, for Dad.

"Richard knows what we do, and is alright with it. I know that doesn't make it right..."

"Daddy, stop thinking like that," said Hope. "That's hopelessly old-fashioned. Things are different now. It's okay to love people, now. And it's best to love those close to you."

"Well, I hope you don't think I'm a hypocrite, telling you I can't... can't have... relations with you, when I do with my own sister..." he said, almost apologetically. I giggled.

"Daddy, you are a horrible hypocrite, if you say you can't do us when you do your own sister," said Hope, laughing, and he snorted.

"Daddy, come on," I said, "like Hope said. You know you want to. Come on, admit it to yourself."

He sighed. "I admit the urge is strong. And, I want to make you girls happy. But I think, in the end, you'll be better off waiting until you're eighteen. And then choosing some nice young men, maybe after you are engaged, or even... whisper it... married to them. The proper way."

"Oh, Daddy," said Hope, "nobody waits until they're eighteen. Most of our friends have already had their cherries popped. The crowd has left us behind, truth be known."

"And I appreciate that," he said. "That's the way it should be. And, once again, I certainly have no business being involved. We shouldn't even be talking about it like this."

"Yes, we should," said Hope. "We are a modern, hip family. We can discuss anything. And we don't hold to silly, old-fashioned rules and shit."

"Hope, darling, please watch your language. I raised you better than that," Daddy said, but he was smiling.

"Oh, sorry. Daddy. Come on. Come to bed. Let's get this over with. You know you want to. You know deep inside it's the right thing. You know you love us that much. We know you love us that much. Come on."

He sighed loudly.

"I almost wish I could. But, girls... we just can't. We won't."

Once again, there wasn't much to do except strip. I started it, this time. I yanked my shirt over my head, and pulled my bra off in one easy motion. He just gaped at me. I know I surprised him, and I think I even surprised Hope. She wasn't far behind me, though, she started undressing, too.

"Girls," Daddy said, but his voice was far away, I thought, "don't make a mistake, here... don't do something you'll regret..."

"I won't regret it, Daddy," I said, and I meant it. I sat, after I pulled my panties down, and slid them down my legs. I was, once again, naked in front of a man. My man. My Daddy.

"Ladies... I don't think..." he started. Hope shut him up, she put her face right into his, and kissed him hard, on the lips. He sputtered for a moment, and then was silent. She finally drew back.

"Daddy," she said, "come to bed."


It took forever to get him undressed. He fought, at times, and argued, but slowly, bit by bit, the clothes came off. I felt like he was having to justify every little piece to himself, or something. It was quite a struggle to get his undershorts off, he held onto them for dear life, but finally Hope got in his face again and distracted him with kisses until I yanked them down. I was pleased to see his cock was fairly giant, and way over half hard. I was pleased greatly. I wanted to just grab it, but I didn't want to scare him off.

"Girls, please..." he said, trying to cover himself with his hands. Hope giggled, and pulled at his hands.

It was my turn. I kissed him, long and deep. I felt like he was kissing back, somewhat. I was pleased. I felt like it was within our grasp, now.

"Daddy," I whispered, putting my mouth in his ear, "I love you. Make love to me, please."

"Yeah..." said Hope, grabbing him around the waist and hugging herself to him. "Daddy... fuck me... fuck us... please..."

This time, he didn't bat an eye at her language. He took both her and me in his strong arms, and hugged us to his body. His naked body.

"Girls," he said, and we were quiet. This time he just sounded different. "Girls, you must never let this be something you regret." Crazy, I thought. Some of the stuff he said was exactly what we'd told Uncle Drake, when we talked him into ass-fucking us. I giggled a bit, destroying the solemnity of the moment.

"I love you very much. Don't ever forget that. I know you really think you want this, and I hope you're right. Against my better judgment... and because I want it too... I'll do it. I just hope to god we never regret it."

"We won't, Daddy," said Hope, turning a bit, and kissing him again. They held it until I got impatient. They finally broke it off, and then I had my turn.

"Daddy," said Hope, "Charity is first. She deserves to be first."


We didn't get around to it for a while. We crawled around on him, and finally both ended up downstairs. His cock was fabulous, it was bigger than Eugene's, and fatter. It felt huge in my mouth, and I giggled at Hope when she took it in hers. She looked like she was eatin' a summer sausage. It was huge. Damn, I thought, how cool... just like I thought, my dad has a big cock. It was just too cool.

He finally growled a guttural growl, and leaned down over my body, and I felt his tongue on my pussy. I lay back and spread my legs as far as I could, and grabbed his head and guided him to my clit. Hope pressed her pussy into my face, and I sighed and licked and let my Daddy carry me away into a happy place. I came pretty quick, and then Hope came and then I came again as Daddy licked me. I finally guided him to Hope's pussy, and let her get some of that, too. I just relaxed, idly stroking his hard cock, as he licked my sister to orgasm again and again. It was just too fucking cool, I almost couldn't stand it. We're getting to do it, I told myself over and over. We're really getting to do it. How cool is that?

Hours later, I have no idea how long, he finally crawled up my body, and I felt his cock touch my cunt lips. I spread again, and took a deep breath, and whispered "I'm ready," to him. He slowly pushed into my body, and the bottom just fell out of my lungs. It was intense, and beautiful. Feeling his fatness in my cunt was best thing ever, don't tell my sister I said that. She'd know it, too, though, here in a little bit. Finally he was all the way in, and I felt totally pierced by him. Every time he pulled out I couldn't even breathe, it was so intense. He started pumping, and I started cumming. It was too much.

Finally I could just lay there, while he slowly pulled his still-hard cock out of my body. I was worn out, and sleepy, but I wanted to stay up and see him fuck my sister. He crawled over me, and lay on top of her, and they kissed, slowly, sensuously, for the longest. Finally I saw him moving around, his hand down at his waist, and I watched him slowly push into her soft cunt. It was beautiful. Her feet and hands curled up and trembled, and I knew just how she felt. I wondered how he kept from cumming, I'm sure he was turned on big time, after all those years of jerking off to us, to finally get to fuck us. I'm sure it was incredible for him. He's a beast, for sure.

They finally started pumping, he pumped in and out of her, and she jiggled and bounced beneath him. I could tell she was getting off big time, and she came, quickly, and pretty soon came again. I remembered the feeling well. I'm fucked, I thought... nobody else will be able to do this for me... why even bother fucking another guy... my daddy is all that'll do it for me, now. I wondered if that was true. I hoped not, but I also hoped this wasn't the only time. I sure planned on it happening again, if I had anything to do with it.

Finally Hope came, loud and long, and I saw his ass squeeze hard, and I knew he was cumming, too. He moaned and groaned and shook and trembled, and I knew it was good for him. He finally slowed, and carefully untangled himself from her, and lay on the side of the bed. I moved in, and pressed my face into her cunt, tasting his sperm in my mouth. I sucked as much as I could out of her cunt, loving the musty taste of it. It just plain tasted great, mixed with the fabulous taste of her cunt. It was unforgettable.

Hope crawled a few feet over, and hugged him, and I got up and went to his front, and lay on the bed. He hugged me to his body, and Hope hugged him from behind, and we just lay there for the longest. Finally he started talking, and he told us the same shit all over again, how he hoped we wouldn't ever regret this, and so on. Hope finally had enough, and kissed him on the side of the face, and told him shhh! and he shut up. I guess we slept at some point, when I came to the sun was just coming up. I turned, and kissed Daddy, and started playing with his cock. I finally crawled down and sucked on it, and he finally woke up, as he got hard. Hope joined me, and we played for a while, trading licks, and playing with his balls. She finally had enough, and crawled up his body, and sat over his cock, pressing it down into her cunt. It was cool to watch it disappear into her body, from below. She just sat on top of him and bounced up and down, and fucked herself with him. I waited my turn, I knew he would save his cum for me, this time. She got it last night, and I'd get it this morning. He did, and it was cool.


That's the story, pretty much, and we've slept in his bed every night since then. There really wasn't any question. We have to make time every week for Aunt Sue, and I think he's gettin' up his nerve to tell her what's going on. Surely she'll understand, she's lived this way for years, it shouldn't seem that much different to her. Daughter, brother-sister, whatever. It's not different to us, at least. I think Daddy still has occasional bouts of guilt over the whole thing, but he's done well, and, like we kept telling ourselves, it has done nothing but make us three love each other that much more. I mean, how could it not? We're reasonable adults, we understand the situation. In the end, it's all about love, and we got plenty of that. Plenty of that shit to go around.



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Reply #1 on: May 27, 2015, 10:50:06 PM
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm oh yeah

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Reply #2 on: May 27, 2015, 11:37:07 PM
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm oh yeah

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Thanks!


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Reply #3 on: May 28, 2015, 03:51:19 PM
Great story.  I wrote something vaguely similar for my GF several years ago called "What's a Father To Do".  Instead of the girls snooping on his computer, the daughter puts a file in her father's computer for him to find.

I am like Charlie the Tuna.  I don't want women with good taste, I want women who taste good.

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Reply #4 on: May 28, 2015, 08:46:32 PM
Thank you! I'll look for that one... interesting...


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Reply #5 on: May 28, 2015, 09:33:07 PM
Thank you! I'll look for that one... interesting...


A link to it is in my profile.

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Reply #6 on: May 28, 2015, 10:56:42 PM
damn. loved it lol

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Reply #7 on: May 29, 2015, 03:28:28 AM
damn. loved it lol

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Reply #8 on: May 29, 2015, 09:40:53 PM
I have twin-daugthers, as well.   8)

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Reply #9 on: May 30, 2015, 07:48:20 AM
I have twin-daugthers, as well.   8)

I have twin nieces, whom were the inspiration for this story; They did once long ago try something along the lines of the story with me, though I (difficult for me) behaved a little different than the uncle in the story. They are still the sexiest things on the planet to me, and I love them dearly. And, like the girls in the story, they cuss like sailors, which never fails to turn me on.


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Reply #10 on: May 30, 2015, 06:44:03 PM
so freakin awesome... yet again... Keep writing

here's another father of twin girls..

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Reply #11 on: May 31, 2015, 05:02:26 AM
so freakin awesome... yet again... Keep writing

here's another father of twin girls..

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Reply #12 on: July 27, 2015, 09:43:23 AM
Damned! :sign_terrific: :sign_outstanding:

Outstanding story of family loving without making the twins sound like sluts. ;) Damned if I know how Dad stood the temptation as long as he did. Whens' the Aunt getting involved though?  :emot_tongue:

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Reply #13 on: July 27, 2015, 10:40:12 PM
Thanks, SensualTraveler, your comments are appreciated. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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Reply #14 on: August 02, 2015, 06:40:14 PM
A very nice and long story. Gotta love stories about Sisters seducing their Father together :D.