22 comments/ 83896 views/ 106 favorites Christmas with Cupcake and Kandi By: Carnal_Flower Author's Note: All characters are over the age of 18. * "Oh fuck, come on, baby, come on!" Bruce Mills gritted his teeth as he heard the terrible whine of tires turning helplessly in the snow. Outside all he could see was pure white. Again and again he turned the ignition and gently pressed the gas. "Easy, easy," he muttered to himself. "Yes!" He felt the left back tire finally grip the salt and stones he'd spread behind it. He gently fired the gas again. "There we go . . . there we go, baby . . . come on!" Suddenly the SUV lurched forward in a spray of dirt and a loud screech. It shot forward out of the snowbank and back onto the godforsaken dirt road where he'd gotten lost. "Thank God!" Bruce was on his way from Boston to pick up his 19-year old twin daughters from college, and somehow the GPS had taken him down the wrong path. He was late, and the snow was getting worse and worse. He checked the route, keeping his eyes on the road as he crept along at 15 miles per hour. At last, he saw the interstate. Damn it, he'd just missed it. But it was there, and he let out a huge sigh of relief as he took out his cell phone. Ring, ring. Come on, Lisa, Jenna . . . pick up, pick up! "Hello?" said a bright, chirpy voice. "Lisa?" "No, it's Jenna. Hey, Pops! What's up?" "What's up?! I nearly ended up in a ditch frozen to death. Do you have any idea what's going on outside?" "No, hang on. Lisa! What's going on outside?" Bruce heard another voice in the background and rolled his eyes. How typical. "Oh. Lisa says it looks pretty bad out there." Bruce sighed. "Yes, it's bad. Listen, you girls, I'm going to be late, and from the looks of it, we're not going to be able to leave tonight." "No problem, Daddy-O! We'll put you up." "Jenna. Listen to me. Listen carefully. Do me a favor. Check the weather reports and keep in touch until I get there. I may need your help. The roads are really bad." "No worries! Lis and I were just making some popcorn. You want some?" "No I don't want popcorn! Now, do you have candles or flashlights there? We may need them." "I don't know, hang on. Lisa!" Oh God. Bruce groaned. "Forget it, forget it, I'll try to find some on the way. Stay warm. I'll be there soon." "Ok, bye!" Bruce couldn't help smiling as he clicked off his cell. His girls. You'd never know in a million years how smart they really were. They'd graduated at the top of the class, they'd both been accepted into a top Business Program and had fantastic grades at a very exclusive school. But in everyday life they were as weird and ditsy as could be. Those two were on their own planet. But God did he miss them. He and his ex, Carol, had had an amicable divorce three years ago, when the twins were still in high school. He'd moved out and only saw them on weekends and vacations. He was close to them, he was even pretty good friends with Carol, but still it wasn't quite the same as living together as a real family. He treasured his time with the twins and was really looking forward to having them back for Christmas. His house was decorated, he had the tree and presents all set up, and now . . . this. There was no way they'd make it back tonight for Christmas Eve. It was a shame, because he had nothing else going on. In the three years since the divorce, Bruce had dated a lot, but he was picky. He just hadn't met the right woman to settle down with, and there were too many gold-diggers out there. He was good-looking, single, a successful lawyer and he knew he was a good catch. It made him suspicious. He'd had a few sexual encounters—"hook-ups"—since the divorce, but he'd quickly learned that really wasn't for him. Carol had been his high school sweetheart, and the only woman he'd ever been with. It didn't work out, in the end, but their relationship had always been very satisfying to him, and he knew he only wanted to be with one person. So in the meantime, he looked at porn and guiltily jerked off once in a while. What else was there to do? He'd been delighted when Carol called and asked if he could take the twins for the whole two week Christmas vacation, since she was off skiing with her new boyfriend. He'd much prefer that to a lame New Year's date. Their laughter and chatter would fill the house and help ease his need for companionship. And now—this. They'd miss Christmas Eve, the vacation would be cut short for God knows how many days. Damn. As he neared the exit ramp, he saw a single lone convenience store and pulled in. He found some candles and picked up some batteries, just in case they actually did have a flashlight. Behind the counter stood a very pretty red-headed girl—a co-ed, no doubt. She looked about 20. She had on a tight, fuzzy red sweater and reindeer antlers on her head. Her nametag said "Tara." Tara certainly was quite attractive—except for the numerous piercings and tattoos, he noticed. She was looking him up and down as he wandered the meagre aisles, looking for water and snacks. If he knew his girls, they'd have nothing in the house. He brought all his crap to the counter and Tara yawned, pushing out her huge tits, before slowly ringing him up. "Stocking up?" she asked. "Uh, yes . . . I don't think I'll be able to get back to Boston tonight, what do you think?" "Not a chance." "Is that so? What's the forecast?" "Oh, they'll be shutting down the roads soon. Couple of feet expected. So, um. . . do you have a place to stay? It'll be hard to get a room in any hotels. Lots of people stuck here tonight." Bruce looked at her. She really was gorgeous, and her green eyes were definitely checking him out. Wasn't he a little old for her? "Why do you ask?" "Oh well I've got spare room . . . my roommates have already left. It's just me." She made a little pout. "Well thanks, uh . . . Tara, but I'm visiting my daughters." "Oh. Well . . . if you change your mind . . ." Her eyes glittered as he left, following his ass out the door. "Damn . . ." she whispered under her breath. He was quite conservative-looking, but he was still the first hot guy she'd seen all night, somebody's Dad or not. Bruce shook his head as he got back into the car. It'd been a year since he had sex, and you could tell. A vision of Tara naked with nothing but her antler ears on suddenly came into his head and he actually got a hard-on. A little fantasy unrolled in his head of coming back here, chatting her up, going back to her place . . . pathetic! But he was still hard as he pulled away, his mind full of red hair and big tits and that pale skin. . . +++ "Oh!!!" Bruce heard a high-pitched squeal when he finally opened to the door to his daughters' apartment. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!!" And suddenly his eyes were blinded by long blond hair whipping in his face and Jenna squeezing him around the waist. "Lisa!!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "Pops is here!" "Hey!" he laughed as he hugged her. And then he was being smothered by more blond hair and another giant hug. Finally he held them, one on each arm, and kissed them on the cheeks. "Now that's what I call a welcome." "We're so glad you're here!" "We put up some lights, do you like them?" "We made a fire!" "And hot chocolate!" "Whoah, whoah, whoah," Bruce laughed, as they chattered away. "Let me just take things in for a minute." Lisa and Jenna were gazing at him adoringly with two sets of identical brown eyes on either shoulder. Lisa bit her lip. "Was the drive really bad?" "Poor Daddy!" Suddenly they were both overcome with a kind of fit and squealed and jumped and hugged him all at once. "You're here! You're here! Do you like our place?" Bruce looked around. It was the first time he'd ever been here. They lived in a two bedroom taking up the first floor of a quaint old Victorian house, and clearly they had made themselves right at home, because it was exactly like their old bedroom. The place was a giant mess, with computers, papers, clothes, lingerie, pillows, wrapping paper and presents all over the place. Loud music was blasting from the stereo. But they had managed to string up some brightly colored lights and actually had a straggly Christmas tree in one corner. That was saying a lot. A big fire was blazing in the fireplace. "A fire! I'm impressed." "Oh we didn't do that." "Our landlord got it going." "Come here, come here, get warmed up!" They tried to drag him over to the big futon over by the fire, but Bruce held them off. "Lisa, Jenna, listen to me for a minute." "What?" They stared at him seriously. "Have you looked at the weather reports like I asked you?" "No," said Lisa, glaring at Jenna. "Jen was hogging the computer." "Just looking up our grades, Lis. They post them really fast." "And how did you do?" asked Bruce, curious. "4.0," said Jenna. "Again," said Lisa. "Both of you? Even in Statistics?" though Bruce knew he didn't need to ask. "Of course! Oh come here, come here, we want to tell you all about our classes." Bruce stopped them. "Lisa, honey; Jenna, honey. I'm very proud of you," and he gave them each a kiss. The twins got him in a sandwich hug and jiggled up and down with delight. "Now hang on, girls, because I want to check this out." Bruce sat down in front of the computer. He tried to log onto the internet, after Lisa reached out and grabbed a lacy bright pink thong off the keyboard, but all he got was an "Unable to Connect to Network" message. Just at that moment, the lights flickered on and off. "Well, there we go. Internet's down, and looks like the electricity's not going to last much longer." He took out his phone, hoping he could get some weather info. At least that was working. He read, "Severe Winter Storm Warning . . . Blizzard Conditions . . . State of Emergency . . . Three Feet Expected . . . Power Outages." "Ok, here's what we need to do. First of all, don't you girls have something more, er, appropriate to put on?" Both of them were clad in skimpy leotards and yoga pants in the sweltering room. "What's wrong with this? By the way you look really hot, Jen. I love that top." "COLD, girls, COLD. It's going to get very cold, very soon." Bruce eyed the small pile of logs, thinking ahead. "Do you have any more logs, do you know? No, wait, forget I asked. I'm going to go out back before they all get buried. In the meantime I suggest you go find some sweaters or something." Bruce headed out into the huge backyard to hunt down a wood pile. Damn. The temperature was really dropping now and a thick sheet of ice was forming over the drifted snowbanks, with heavy snow coming down on top of that. The roads would be absolutely horrible. He knew there was no way they'd even get home tomorrow. The heat would be turned off soon . . . and all he could find were some large chunks of wood and an ax. He'd have to chop them up, are you kidding? He was a lawyer, did he even know how to use an ax? But he had to. It was going to get below zero tonight. He felt like an idiot hoisting the heavy metal ax over his head. But the more he got into it, the more he enjoyed it. He let his body fall into a rhythm. He was really getting a workout on his arms. As he lifted and swung, he found his mind wandering, getting obsessed with building up a big, blazing fire. Images of soft blankets, and warm, naked bodies glowing in the light came into his mind. Red hair, pale skin, breasts with nipples hard and erect, and beautiful rounded hips riding him while the snowstorm raged. God wouldn't that be nice. Slow sensuous sex in front of a fire . . . he hadn't done that with anyone but Carol. He had worked up such a sweat it was now freezing on him. He remembered he had a thick fleece blanket in the SUV and struggled against the wind to make it to the truck, ice forming on his scarf and eyelids. He wrapped up the chopped logs and headed back in. Again, the lights in the whole neighborhood flickered off and on. Inside, Lisa had just stepped on Jenna's feet in the bedroom. "Ouch, Lisa! Watch it!" "Oops!" her sister laughed. "God, I'm so glad exams are over!" Jenna whispered as she searched for warm clothes. "What's that?" Her hand found something cold and long and rubbery in her sister's dresser drawer. "Oh. . . " she giggled. "It's a dildo." Lisa pushed her aside, giggling. "I know! This is where I keep our toys." "Oh . . . hmm . . ." "Jenna . . ." Lisa warned. "What are you thinking?" "Just, you know, we worked so hard in the past month. We haven't had any . . . fun," she said in a whisper, "in a long time." "Well neither of us has been dating anyone, have we? You know the rules." They paused for a minute and then said in unison, "Cupcake and Kandi!" and fell on the bed collapsing in laughter. "It's too bad!" said Jenna. "I know," whispered Lisa. "Not since Tom." The mention of Lisa's ex-boyfriend sent them into more hysterics. They rolled around lightly wrestling for a minute, then lay on the bed quietly, while Jenna found Lisa's hand and held it. They were silent for a few minutes, breathing next to each other. "It's a good thing Daddy's here tonight, Jen." Lisa sat up abruptly. "What happened to him?" Out in the living room, they cleaned up the gigantic mess. They cleared a space in front of the fireplace, layering blankets on the floor and piling quilts, pillows, and a sleeping bag on the giant fold-out futon. The wind was really howling and Jenna went to the window, peering out with a worried look. "Where is he, Lis? Should we go look?" Suddenly there was a dull thud on the door and Bruce's gasping voice. "Hello! I'm here!" The twins ran to door to let him in, along with a wild screech of wind and blowing snow. Bruce's carefully stacked firewood came tumbling out of the blanket and he quickly shut the door, breathing heavily. "Whew!" He was doubled over with exhaustion—less from the strain of cutting firewood than sweating and freezing two times over. He was boiling hot and frigid at the same time and his clothes were a mixture of wet and frozen ice. "Oh, Pops! Look at you!" "I'm ok, I'm ok. Just, help me into the bedroom, would you, girls?" They got him into the bedroom where he collapsed onto his back, arms spread wide. He had to get these clothes off. Any minute he was going to start shivering uncontrollably. Lisa ran into the bathroom to get the hot water going before there wasn't any left, while Jenna undid his boots. "You need to get in the shower, Daddy. Here." They unzipped his coat and pulled it off him. Bruce tried to take his sweatshirt off but his hands just wouldn't do what he wanted. "Girls, help me out here. Just . . . get my shirt off, would you?" Lisa and Jenna tugged at the heavy, half-frozen shirt, and then ripped off his drenched undershirt. Finally he had nothing but his jeans on and they helped him up to the bathroom, which was full of steam from the shower. "I got it, I got it. Ok do me a favor and bring my bag in so I can change when I get out." "Sure, Daddy. Now get warm." Bruce ripped his jeans off and practically dove into the scalding water and let out a huge breath of relief. Oh that felt so good. Oh so damned good. Mmmmmm. He leaned his head against the shower nozzle and just let the hot water slowly bring heat back into his limbs. God, so hot and perfect. He reached for some body soap—vanilla cream—and lathered up his entire, sore, aching muscles, from top to bottom. He was slowly coming back to life. Even though he was sore, he felt energized and alive as his circulation brought blood pumping up to the surface of his skin and deep into his muscles. His face was glowing red with the warmth of physical exertion and it felt good. As he relaxed into the caressing warmth of the steam and heat, he felt his cock slowly swelling up, getting harder and harder until it was sticking straight up at a steep angle from his groin. Jesus. What was going on with him tonight? He couldn't resist wrapping his warm hand around the thick base and groaning. The head was violently red and leaking cum from the tip, aching for him to jerk himself off. He couldn't stop his hand from stroking gently up and down, milking out some cum. Again he thought of Carol, then red-headed Tara, in front of the fire, on her hands and knees, spreading wide for him. He stroked and jerked, closing his eyes, imagining her warm, warm pussy, nudging open her lips and slipping into that wetness. He moaned, willing himself not to come and shoot his load all over his daughters' shower. It must be all that physical exertion, and coming in from the cold. And not having had actual sex in a year. He resisted jerking himself off all the way, though he was still sporting a massive erection as he got out and wrapped himself in a towel. Outside, Lisa and Jenna were whispering by the fire as their father showered. "Did you see him, Lis? How does a lawyer get that buff!" Jenna was twirling her long blond hair and chewing on her lower lip, her eyes wide as she looked at her sister. She couldn't get the picture of her Dad's fantastic body out of her head. She never knew he was that gorgeous. Absolutely perfect shoulders and abs. His tight jeans had showed off a round, luscious ass, too. Lisa knew that look. "No, Jen." "What? I'm just saying. Pops is HOT. Did you see his chest?!" "Yes, I saw it." Lisa tried to hide her curiosity from her sister but she could never hide a thing from her. "I know you did." They exchanged a look. "NO, Jen. Don't even go there. Are you crazy?" "What? We did that professor!" "It's Pops, Jenna. It's Daddy!" "I'm just saying! He's hot for an older man. Very hot, hmmm." "No." "It's been so long, Lis . . ." Jenna whispered, rubbing her foot on Lisa's thigh. "Shh! He's getting out. What are you DOING?" Jenna had gotten up and headed into the bedroom, with a wicked look at her sister. Lisa immediately got up to follow her. "Stop it!" she hissed. "Get out of there!" Bruce emerged from the steamy shower rubbing his head of wet hair and a towel around his waist. When he opened his eyes he stopped and said "Shit!" Immediately he dropped his hand down with the extra towel to hide his raging hard-on. Both Lisa and Jenna were stretched on the bed, looking at him curiously with their heads resting on their elbows. "Uhhh, what's going on?" "Nothing," said Jenna, staring at his body. "Just wondered if you needed our help." "Uh, no, no, I'm fine. Would you mind . . .?" He gestured to the door. Lisa tugged on Jenna's arm, dragging her reluctantly off the bed. Jenna continued to stare at Bruce as she walked by until he said "Scoot!" and lightly smacked her on the ass. She erupted into laughter as Lisa pulled her from the room and shut the door. "What are you doing?" she demanded. Jenna gazed at her, silently mouthing Oh My God! while dragging her into the kitchen. "Did you see his—" "I'm not kidding, Jenna. Shut it! Stop it!" Lisa was really mad. "Oh my god. You love it! You're thinking about it!" Jenna said. She knew her sister wouldn't be so adamant if she weren't tempted. "You checked out his cock, didn't you!" "Stop it!" Lisa said, putting her hands over her ears. "Mmmm . . ." Jenna said, teasing her sister. "You're thinking about it . . . " Her hands traveled to the front of Lisa's crotch and slid underneath. "You're getting wet, aren't you?" "Stop it!" Lisa said, giggling and pushing her sister's hand away. "I'm just horny! Like crazy, fucking horny." "We haven't been bad in so long!" Jenna said as they collapsed into each other's arms. "All that studying! By the way, I think I missed that question on the Statistics exam. The last one. That was hard." Christmas with Cupcake and Kandi "I know! What the hell! Where did that come from?" "That has to be why we didn't get an A plus. Has to." "Hey, why don't we go over our schedule for next semester while we still have electricity?" "Yes! Good idea!" Bruce came out a few minutes later wearing dry jeans and a big warm sweater. He went over to pick up the firewood and as he was stacking it Jenna gave Lisa a knowing look, gesturing to his ass bending over and lifting. "So!" Bruce said, turning around and warming his hands together. "What?" the twins said, trying to look absolutely innocent. "Uh . . . what are you two doing?" "Our course schedule for next year," they said at once. "Ok, wow, that's really . . . dedicated. What exactly are you majoring in again?" "Business Management," came the prompt reply. "Right. I knew that. Ok well, I think we have enough wood, that's good. Did you manage to find the flashlight?" Jenna swiveled her head to look at Lisa. "Lis?" Lisa's curious eyes had drifted down to the bulge in her father's jeans, wondering about the erection she'd seen earlier, and she seemed not to have heard. "What? Oh the flashlight! Yes. It's in the kitchen drawer. Next to the fridge." "All right . . ." he said, giving her a puzzled look. "Are you sure everything's all right?" "Yes! Absolutely! Thank you, Daddy! Ow!" Jenna had kicked her in the shins. From the kitchen, Bruce heard low giggling and whispering coming from the living room as he scrounged up sandwiches and heated up some soup. What on earth were they up to? Well, it was just like old times, he thought, remembering the hours they would spend plotting and scheming to raise money for school projects. They showed their business sense even back then. He found chips, pretzels, cheese, noticed some tuna, peanut butter and crackers lying around. They'd be all right, food-wise. He checked his phone. Well, that was it. All thruways in and out of Boston were now officially closed. Just as he brought a tray loaded with food into the living room, they were plunged into complete darkness, except for the fire. "Aw . . . well . . . there we go." "Oh, come here," they said, making room for him on the futon. Lisa zipped up to get some candles and plates and hurried back. Soon they had a candle-lit table for their sad dinner, though Jenna had wound some silvery streamers around the tray. "Wait, wait!" Lisa said, before they dug in. "Jenna?" Together they leaned in closely and kissed him sweetly on each cheek. Bruce couldn't help but notice that Jenna caressed and squeezed his thigh as she did so. He knew it must be a mistake but nevertheless he felt his persistent hard-on instantly come to life. "Thank you, Daddy, this was very sweet of you," said Lisa. "Yes, and thank you for coming to get us and taking such good care of us." "You're welcome, girls. Merry Christmas. I love you both." "We love you, too, Daddy, and we have something special planned to really thank you. Ouch!" This time Lisa had kicked Jenna. "Oh?" Bruce laughed, taking a bite of his sandwich. "A present?" "Kind of," said Jenna. "But let's eat, I'm starving!" It was really kind of pretty with the candles and fire and the snow swirling like mad outside the large windows. Before long Lisa and Jenna were chattering away about their classes and plans for the future. Bruce noticed Jenna cuddling really close to him the whole time—leaning her head on his shoulder and trailing her arm on his thigh one too many times. It was making him quite uncomfortable in his jeans. "Hey, honey, just a few inches, there we go," he said, adjusting her away from him. The pressure of her light slim body and gentle touch was, uh . . . very strange. He could only account for his sudden awareness of her body—god, she smelled so good—by his extreme horniness, as well as the unusual intimacy of the situation. The loss of heat was definitely making itself felt. They were all unconsciously moving closer to each other in front of the shrinking circle of warmth around the fire. But as soon as he moved Jenna out of the way Lisa leaned her head against his shoulder, giving him a whiff of that cherry-scented lotion they wore or whatever it was, which sent a jolt straight to his cock. Ok, now this was a definite problem. He couldn't stop himself from becoming more and more aroused; his cock was throbbing with their scents and the feel of their skin and the sight of their blond beauty in the firelight. "Lisa, could you, ah . . . yes, thank you." He stood up, grabbing the tray and things off the table to hold in front of his stomach while hurrying into the kitchen. He dumped the crap in the sink and paced, telling himself to get a fucking grip. He splashed cold water on his face and thought of the weather, the news, anything but his gorgeous teenaged daughters lounging in front of the fire. But his erection was throbbing harder than ever. He tried to talk and calm himself down. "It's been a while. A long time. Any man would be attracted to them, they're beautiful. It's just the situation. . . " But he could not stop explicit thoughts and desires coming into his head. Sliding his cock into a sweet, tight pussy . . . watching it go in and get slick and slippery . . . He was so fucking hard he knew he could last a long time . . . Not only that, he wanted to see his cum spurting out all over small, perky breasts, just drip and splash onto hard pink nipples . . . The more he tried not to think about it the more vivid and crude the images became. "Daddy? Are you ok?" he heard Lisa call out. "Fine, sweetie, just cleaning up," he said in a fake-sounding voice. When he came back out, sweating, he was relieved to see they had moved down to one end of the large futon, leaving a wide space for him on the other end. OK, good, he could handle that. But then again Jenna was nestled in Lisa's lap and she was playing with her hair. He sat down, crossing his legs, and for a moment it was quiet and awkward. Then Jenna sighed and stretched her legs towards him, her legs very lightly spread. "Oh, Pops, can you give me a little foot rub? You always gave such good foot massages." "Sure, honey." Jenna relaxed and sighed as Lisa played with her hair, stroking it softly, and Bruce skillfully worked on her feet. "What are we gonna do? How long is this supposed to go on, Daddy?" "At least tomorrow night, honey. It's a blizzard outside, now. Look at that." The snow was falling thick and fast out the window. "Hmm . . . wonder how Mom's doing." Bruce couldn't help feel a pang at the mention of Carol. Not because he missed her, but only because he instantly thought of her naked with her new boyfriend in some ski lodge. Snowed in, can't get on the slopes. What else would there be to do but fuck? He shifted his crotch away from Jenna's foot, but she followed him. She nudged his erection just a tiny bit with her toe. "She certainly found John fast didn't she?" said Lisa. "Do you miss her, Dad?" said Jenna. Dear God he could swear she almost imperceptibly stroked his shaft with her toe as she asked it. Bruce felt something inside him just give in to the moment. He sat back and relaxed, and let his arm rest on Jenna's calf. He leaned his head back onto the futon and relaxed into the lull of the fire and the heavy, pretty snow. He didn't do anything else, but he felt the atmosphere in the room suddenly shift. He knew they felt it, too. Jenna sighed again, and moved around in Lisa's lap until she was lying back against her chest and Lisa's hands had moved around to hold her waist and softly stroke her stomach. Bruce noticed Lisa's legs had wrapped around Jenna's and now both pairs of feet were resting on his thighs. He transferred his foot massage to Lisa's feet and she moaned. "Oh that feels so good. . . so does it bother you, Dad? Mom finding a boyfriend?" "No, hon," he said, pressing his hands in between her fuzzy socks and finding her tense spots. "Your Mom and I are friends. I'm happy for her." "Well you should find someone, too," said Jenna. "You're hot, Pops," she teased him, wiggling her foot down into his crotch ever so slightly. "Ah . . ." Bruce let out a little gasp and shifted away from her. "Uh, thank you . . . uh, Jenna." He didn't know what to say. "Shut UP, Jenna!" said Lisa. "But she's right, Daddy. It's time you started dating." "You're so tense," said Jenna. "You need to loosen up. Have some fun. You can't just do people's taxes all year. Take it from us, Daddy, we know." "And what does that mean?" said Bruce. "Lis and I study hard, but we know how to unwind." "Oh? How's that?" "We can show you if you want," Jenna started to say, before Lisa hissed "Shh" at her. He saw Jenna elbow Lisa hard in the ribs. "Ok, just a sec, we'll be RIGHT BACK," said Lisa as she pulled Jenna off the futon and dragged her into the bedroom. Jenna was whining "What are you doing! I was comfortable!" Bruce lay back on the futon, not wanting to move. He let the warmth of the fire wash over his skin. He felt like he was in some sort of dream. The whole trip had been weird, starting with the antler girl. He knew he should be feeling more guilt, but at the moment, all he wanted to do was enjoy the throb of his cock. He swore to God he could never remember it being this hard. It was lying on his inner thigh like a heavy piece of wood, the entire length rigid and swollen. He widened his thighs a bit, giving it some room. Oh fuck that felt good. The minute he closed his eyes the porno he liked to watch sometimes came into his mind. Fuck . . . he so rarely gave in to these immediate needs. All he could see were tight, perfect bodies bent over and spread underneath him. He could practically feel his cock getting sucked . . . He was torn out of his reverie, though, by angry voices coming from the girls' room. He got up to head to the kitchen. On the way back he couldn't resist stopping in to listen. "Oh Lis," he heard Jenna saying, "Please please please please please . . ." "Mmmmm . . ." "Please! I'll do you laundry! I'll clean! I'll wash some dishes!" He heard Lisa laughing. "Stop that!" "Yes!" he heard Jenna say. "Say yes!" "Hmmm . . . ok . . . but like I said, No Touching!" "Yes, ok, ok, now . . . wait a sec . . . oh!" Jenna shrieked with delight. "What do you want? This one? Or that one?" Lisa giggled and he heard them moving around. "I don't know . . . you are so terrible, Jen!" He hurried back to the fire and sat back. What the hell were they up to? He got out his phone and tried it . . . nope, no connection. He wondered what Carol was doing with "John". He hadn't even known the asshole's name. Bruce had lied a bit to the twins—and to himself, he had to admit. The divorce was a bit more painful and one-sided than he cared to admit. In fact, Carol had wanted it, not him. She needed to get out and "experience" more things—more men, you mean, Bruce had thought. He knew that was the real reason. She told him she found him a bit stodgy, sexually. Predictable. She wanted to sow some wild oats while she still had time. He had been very angry. What exactly did she want? He kept himself in great shape, he was always there for her. He thought they had a great sex life. Sure, a little on the predictable side, but Bruce liked stability. He craved it. He had no "wild oats." He was perfectly satisfied. And here he was now, thinking about what she was doing. And what his crazy twins were up to . . . it was almost midnight, where were they? He had to admit, a part of him was oddly disappointed when they came out wearing the same bulky sweats as before. Had he been hoping for something different? But when they sat down, they each took up a spot on either side, pressing into his body. "Daddy," said Lisa. "We want to give you our Christmas present, now." Both of them were gazing at him with a serious look. Their arms were draped around his neck. "Uh . . hoh kayyy . . .what do you . . ." "We want you to meet Cupcake and Kandi." "'Cupcake and Candy?'" Bruce mouthed stupidly. Did they have a baking hobby he wasn't aware of? "Yes," said Jenna, lifting off her sweatshirt. Bruce gasped when he saw the sheer, lacy white top she had on underneath. It had little silver bells on it and was edged in white fur. He could just see her rosy pink nipples poking through, and he instinctively pushed backwards on the couch. "Uh, Jenna, sweetie . . . what is this?" "Shh, Daddy. I'm Cupcake . . ." "And I'm Kandi," said Lisa, pulling off her sweatshirt and shaking out her hair. She, too, was clad in a very skimpy top that, Bruce saw, was actually a kind of nightie that was tucked into her bottoms. Her top was extremely sheer and laced up with fuzzy ribbons with tiny bells on them that were only loosely tied. He could see her perfect, firm breasts clearly in the firelight. "Girls! This is . . . very inappropriate, I . . ." "Shh," said Lisa, putting a finger on his lips. "We've done this before." Jenna nodded eagerly. "You don't have to do anything. All you have to do is—" "Watch," finished Lisa, as she stood up and removed her sweats, as did Jenna. Oh, God. Bruce could not tear his eyes away. Their "tops" were actually baby doll nighties ending right below their hips. They tied right at their breasts and opened to each side, showing absolutely perfectly flat stomachs and round hips. They each had on tiny little bikini panties comprised of fluffy, furry little white triangles tied with teeny strings—he could only assume, for Christmas. "You need this, Pops," said Jenna. "You need to relax." "Let go." "Expand your horizons." "We can show you." "But girls," Bruce sputtered helplessly, trying to ignore their smooth golden skin and incredible hips. "This isn't . . . right . . . you need to. . oh God." Lisa came up close to him, leaning down to look at him while laying one soft hand on his crotch. There was no way he could hide his arousal from her. She went right for it. "Daddy. We love you. We know you've had a tough time with the divorce." "And John," said Jenna. "And we want to." Jenna came up behind Lisa and hugged her waist, her hands travelling up to her sister's breasts. "We've been working so hard . . ." "And now we need to play," said Lisa, taking her hands off Bruce to hold Jenna's hands tight on her breasts as Jenna laughed and pulled her back towards the fire. "Don't say a thing." "Just . . . enjoy," whispered Jenna. Oh God . . .oh God . . . Bruce actually moaned . . . his cock had swollen so hard in his jeans he instinctively reached down to unzip his pants and pull it out, his eyes riveted on their perfect bodies. He felt like a condemned man being led to the gallows, unable to do a thing about it. "I'm going to hell," he thought, but what could he do? He couldn't exactly get up and spank them, could he? He could always leave, he guessed, but . . . there was no question of that he thought fatally as he frantically pushed off his jeans and tugged down his briefs. His cock was drooling cum at the sight of their sweet, adorable breasts and oh God, Jenna was tugging at Lisa's top! He was a lost man. Never had ever seen anything as unbelievably hot as this. Hot wasn't even the word. Beautiful. Erotic. Mind-blowing. He immediately grabbed his shaft and started pumping, slowly up and down, as he watched. All thoughts were pushed from his mind, and he moaned as he saw more cum leaking steadily from the tip. Jenna gave a little laugh of delight as she slowly tugged at the bow at Lisa's breasts, which made a little jingle. She stared at Lisa with a wicked look in her eye as she pulled and pulled the delicate pink ribbon and Lisa giggled. "Oooh!" Lisa gasped when her nightie fell open. "See, Daddy, Lisa and I have been thinking," said Jenna, as she reached out and held her sister's smooth, curving hips and Lisa pulled at her ties. "We think the divorce was good for you. You just need a little push." "Out of the nest," Lisa said, laughing. Lisa had pulled open Jenna's top and freed her perky breasts. They were perfect, firm C-cups with the most delicate pink nipples, just like hers. "Mom said she needed to sow her wild oats, but in fact John is just like you." "Conservative," they said together, and giggled. The twins moved closer together, clad now only in their furry white G-strings, holding each other by the waist. Their long blond hair caressed their glowing skin; two pairs of hard, erect pink nipples lightly touched. "Do you like it, Daddy?" they said. "Oh fuck, yes," Bruce groaned immediately. "Oh, Lisa, Jenna . . ." "You mean Cupcake," Lisa whispered, as she traced one long fingernail on Jenna's nipples. "And Kandi . . ." Jenna breathed, as she drew Lisa close to her and kissed her, lightly and sweetly on the lips. Bruce felt like he was in a waking dream. He couldn't tear his eyes away for one second. His mind tried but failed to grasp the reality of what he was seeing; all he could register were lips, nipples, pink, white, fire, snow. Lisa and Jenna held each other by the waist as they leaned in to kiss, lightly at first, whispering something to each other, then opened their mouths so he could see their tongues touching. They closed their eyes and kissed slowly and tentatively, nipping at each other's lips and then opening wider to flick their tongues slowly around and around, tasting and testing. The way they lightly held each other by the waist as they kissed so innocently drove Bruce crazy. Their breasts reflected the flickering flames of the fire, illuminating their hard nipples and making them cast tiny shadows. The white fur on their panties turned orange in the firelight. "Mmmm" Jenna moaned as she sucked on Lisa's tongue, pulling it into her mouth. Bruce could only wonder at how delicious it was for them. He was shut out of their sweet lust even as they put it on display. He relaxed, leaning back on the futon, gently stroking his swollen cock as he watched and the snow continue to fall. Oh God, oh no . . . Bruce moaned inwardly as he watched them sink to their knees on the soft blankets in front of the fire, and Lisa gently pushed Jenna backwards until she was leaning over her. In full view, Lisa kissed her harder, bringing her hand up to hold Jenna's jaw and keep her mouth open and available. She stroked Jenna's face and hair while mauling her lips and—oh God!—slid her hand down to Jenna's G-string. Along the way she traced her fingertips over Jenna's nipples, teasing her. Bruce could tell they had done this before and knew exactly what they wanted and liked. Lisa—"Kandi"— was clearly the dominant one. Jenna lay passive, watching her sister, her breathing getting heavier and her eyes more serious. She whispered, "Suck my tits, please Lis!" "Oh!" Jenna moaned and arched her back high, pushing her head against the floor as Lisa gazed at her breasts in the firelight, just looking and apparently savoring the view. Her hands came up to frame breasts which she knew as well as her own. She pushed them together as Jenna squirmed and gasped and begged her to take them in her mouth. Bruce had never seen anything more erotic in his life. He cock was at full attention, absolutely throbbing, and dripping cum in a steady leak onto his thighs. "You're so hot, Jen," Lisa whispered. "Mmmmmm . . ." she made the most achingly delicious moan as she squeezed one breast and pushed a quivering, erect nipple into her mouth. Bruce could see it all. He watched in fascination, his curiosity getting the better of him, taking note of how Lisa skillfully sucked and teased and tormented Jenna's breasts. She circled her tongue around and around Jenna's areolas, laughing a little as Jenna whined and begged for more. Christmas with Cupcake and Kandi "Pleeeease, Lis," Jenna gasped. Lisa then closed her entire mouth onto Jenna's breast, drawing it deep and hard into her lips and sucking. Bruce didn't know if it was a trick of the firelight, but he thought he saw Lisa flicking her eyes up to look at him as she did it, which only made his cock swell up even harder. She gasped as she popped Jenna's breast out of her mouth and opened a little wider so he got a good view of what her tongue was doing. Her other hand pinched and squeezed and massaged Jenna's other breast. Oh he wanted to lean down and suck that neglected nipple! Jenna closed her eyes and bit her lip as she arched her back, pushing and pressing her breasts towards Lisa's tongue. Lisa started to make loud sucking and slurping sounds as her mouth traveled between both breasts, drawing one nipple deep into her mouth and then letting go with an audible pop before feasting on the other. Bruce had never seen such an expression of deep oral pleasure. Again and again Lisa pulled back to look at her sister's hard nipples, tweaking them, sliding her fingertips over them, swirling her own saliva around and around before eagerly drawing them back into her needy lips with a sweet moan. "You taste so good, Jen. Mmmmph" she whispered, her mouth full of Jenna's breasts. Jenna moaned loudly, arched her back and spread her legs a little wider, opening her thighs and pushing Lisa's head further down her body. Bruce started stroking harder, knowing what was coming; his cock was glistening with his own cum and was slick and slippery. From the fireplace Lisa could hear the wet slapping sounds as he jerked himself. She took her eyes off Jenna for a moment to glance at him and groaned at the sight, feeling a gush of wetness between her legs. His hand was sliding slowly and voluptuously over the head of his cock, which was huge and scarlet red, and pointing right towards them. Their eyes met for just a moment before she turned her attention back to her sister. Lisa slid down on the blankets and Bruce moaned as he watched her part Jenna's thighs. She flipped her pretty blond hair aside and glanced at Jenna as she kissed the inside of her knee. Jenna couldn't help but allow a small smile squeak by as she watched her sister kiss down her inner thigh. Lisa never went straight for her pussy, but rather liked to orbit slowly, allowing her sister to work herself into a frenzy. It was her favorite thing to do, the ache of contemplating the sweet taste of her sister's wet pussy matching Jenna's maddening need to be touched. Lisa touched Jenna's other knee, spreading her open further and allowing her hand to gently slide down her inner thigh, slowly creeping toward her pretty fuzzy panties. Bruce could only imagine what his daughters looked liked down there, but he had a feeling Lisa was going to reveal it to him very soon. She laid her head on her sister's knee as she gently caressed her legs, her hands wandering ever closer to her warm center. Jenna pushed up on her elbows to watch her Daddy's expression when her sister finally pulled the string scarcely holding her sexy panties together. Bruce stopped stroking as he watched the fuzzy triangle hiding Jenna's sex dribble down the crack of her ass onto the blankets. She hadn't even been touched and already her smooth, hairless pussy was swelling into a slippery blossom, aching for the warm and familiar application of her sister's skilled tongue. Lisa paused to allow her sister to remain on display for a moment as they both watched Bruce with seductive eyes. She kissed her knee without looking away from her father. This was for him, and she made sure he knew it. She finally tore her eyes away from her father as she concentrated on Jenna's silky legs, kissing slowly down the inside and moving herself into a more comfortable position. She kissed her tummy, allowing her chin to touch her clitoris, sending a jolt through Jenna's entire body at finally being touched. "God, stop teasing," Jenna said breathlessly. Lisa ended the suspense by quickly coaxing Jenna's legs up high and wide, pointing the soles of her bare feet to the ceiling while dragging her tongue backward into her sister's gaping pink wetness. God, she'd missed her taste! Bruce began stroking himself again, disbelieving what his daughters were doing. How they knew each other so intimately, so devoid of inhibition, so in tune with the other's needs! Jenna moaned softly at the skillful caressing of her sister's tongue on her clit, eagerly anticipating the two fingers she was about to receive. Lisa propped herself into a comfortable position up on her elbows and let go of Jenna's left leg, which promptly came down on her head. Lisa put it back up and let go, finding it on top of her head again. She sighed, "I can't hold them both up." Jenna glanced at her father and then back at Lisa between her legs, a slight look of whimsy spreading across her face. Lisa knew what she was thinking and frowned at her sister. This was where a third lover always came in handy. But they'd agreed they wouldn't touch their father. Jenna looked at her sister with a gentle pout. "It's just an ankle," she reasoned. Lisa thought for a brief moment before relenting. She couldn't argue with that. Lisa looked back at Bruce. "Daddy, would you mind?" Bruce eagerly pulled his aching body off the futon and onto the floor, crawling over to Jenna's side. He took her right ankle in his hand and held her open for Lisa. It was really the least he could do, he thought. My god, the view! Her perfect little cunt glistened wide now for Lisa, who dove back into her with the ambition of making her sister come for Daddy. "Mmm Mmm," she moaned into her Jenna's smooth vagina. She brought her hand up under her chin and slipped two fingers into her drenched folds, causing Bruce to nearly moan with her. Jenna put a hand on Lisa's head, moaning her approval of her invading digits. Lisa knew her tender spot; it was the same as her own. She curled her fingers up and pressed on the inside of her vaginal wall in the front, rubbing and searching. Her sister was as aroused as she ever saw her, and the payoff was going to be delicious. The room became quiet except for the light crackle of the fire and Jenna's audible breathing. "Left," Jenna instructed in a breathy voice. Lisa adjusted while she fucked her gently with her two fingers, and watched her sister's eyes closely. "My left!" Jenna corrected. "Oh, sorry!" said Lisa, guiding her deep fingers the other way. Bruce watched his daughter's beautiful face as she gazed into her laboring sister's eyes. He could see the love between them, the empathy, the perfect sexual synergy that brought the girls far more satisfaction together than apart. Jenna's eyes rolled back in her head as she took a sudden long and exquisitely wheezing breath. She wanted to tell her she'd found it, but she couldn't even speak. Lisa assaulted her sister's clit with her tongue while her fingers pressed and rubbed on the magical spot she'd finally located. "Oh god!" she hissed. "Right there, Lis! God yes!" Her voice got progressively higher as the climax began to overtake her. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop! Aaaaaaaahhh!" Jenna's back and neck appeared to contort uncomfortably as her head bent back and touched the blankets. Her hand slammed down on her dad's who squeezed it back in loving solidarity. Lisa began to taste the liquid reward she craved, holding her hand awkwardly under her chin, never moving her fingers from the blessed spot inside. Her tongue caressed her clit feverishly until the contractions began to wane. She moved off her soaked pussy and gently kissed her sister's thighs, rubbing out the last remnants of her orgasm from within. Bruce had been so enraptured by the beautiful lovemaking he was witnessing that he forgot to stroke himself. His heart was beating as fast as Jenna's and he found himself breathing heavily despite having done nothing but hold his daughter's ankle and hand. With the aftertaste of her sister's orgasm still fresh in her mouth, Lisa suddenly became aware of her own needs. She always got worked up when she ate her sister out, but this was different—this was just plain needful. She reached out with the same hand that had been inside Jenna and touched her father's thigh. She sighed loudly, attracting the attention of her sister. Jenna propped herself up on her elbows and watched her sister caress Bruce's leg. "Lis?" she whispered. Lisa gazed up at her with a helpless, pained expression. She was simply aching; Jenna knew it. Jenna's eyes transferred to Bruce's body. He had just pulled off his sweater and was now completely naked with his daughters. "Oh my god," she whispered as she saw his erect cock. It was big and beautiful and so primed and hard! Were they actually going to do it? Lisa seemed to have lost control of herself. She put her face on Jenna's stomach and shifted her hips backwards, opening her legs and moaning. Jenna wished she could see her pussy—how deliciously wet and open it would be. Lisa needed it; she needed to come. She stroked Lisa's hair. "Is it ok, sissy?" Lisa moaned and squeezed Jenna's hand. "Daddy," said Jenna, never taking her eyes off her sister. "We need you to fuck Lisa. We want you to." Bruce made an agonized moan. He simply could not stop it. "Are you sure?" he said in a harsh whisper. "Mmmm," Lisa moaned on Jenna's belly. Jenna coaxed her to crawl up to meet her face to face and kissed her gently on the lips. "I think Daddy's going to fuck you," she whispered. Lisa rubbed her blond pubic hair against Jenna's bald, bare cunt in a girly missionary position, grinding into her, needing release. She couldn't even speak. The sight was nearly too much for Bruce to behold, his two girls making love, but needing his help. He swiveled around through the maze of legs and found himself behind Lisa's taught, perfect little ass. He felt his last resistances crumble. Maybe he did need to . . . let go . . . "Oh Lisa," he moaned as he nudged the tip of his cock into her wet, exposed pussy. "Kandi . . ." he thought to himself as he gently pushed and parted her open folds. He closed his eyes as he slowly pushed inwards and sunk into the most taboo pleasure he had ever felt. His sweet, sweet girls . . . he couldn't help himself! Jenna watched her sister's eyes close and her mouth drop open as Bruce filled her with his hefty tool. She found her hands and squeezed them tight as Bruce slowly wedged and pushed himself all the way in. She could feel all of it happening. It was as if he was fucking her at the same time. When he bottomed out, his hips mashed up against Lisa's ass, Jenna reached up and stroked the back of his thigh with her foot. For a moment they were all plunged into a breathless new world. Daddy joining in the uninhibited sexuality of his twins' secret life pushed them all to a new level that not even Jenna had imagined. As Bruce slowly began to fuck Lisa, Jenna swiveled her hips up and she could just feel his hard shaft with her pussy lips sliding in and out of Lisa above her. Bruce stroked in and out, watching his cock slide into Lisa and glide along Jenna's spread pussy right below, simultaneously making contact with the twin vaginas. Jenna moaned "Yes, yes!" right along with her sister and father. Bruce was barely able to take in the reality of the scene. He was completely focused on the intense throbbing of his cock as he parted Lisa's sweet folds and pushed. All he could think, stupidly, was that the divorce really had been a good thing. Oh, yes. yes . . . her pussy felt so good, so warm and wet, sucking at his sensitive cock, drawing him in slow and deep. She trembled and spasmed around his hardness, and wiggled her ass to help him along, pushing back to get him in all the way in. Lisa squeezed Jenna's hands and groaned and gasped as her father's cock spread waves of unbelievable pleasure through her body. Ohhhh God it was so good. She felt tears come to her eyes. She opened them and gazed at her beautiful sister. This was without a doubt the most special moment they'd ever experienced together. Jenna smoothed her hair and whispered, "Is it good?" "Ohhh, yes," Lisa moaned and moaned. "Oh . . . more. . ." "Daddy," Jenna whispered. "Go harder." Bruce complied, increasing his thrusts. "Oh girls!" He was really fucking his daughter—daughters? Lisa's hips were spread wide on top of Jenna's with their golden smooth thighs intertwined, and Lisa had her hands on either side of Jenna's rib cage, holding on while he started fucking her harder and pushing her forward. The girls kissed sweetly and deeply, with every push of his cock into Lisa transmitting to Jenna's lustful mouth. He watched them kiss and whisper to each other as he ravaged Lisa's pussy. Oh this was . . .bad, Bruce thought. He was fucking his Lisa, but all he could think about was her pussy, how beautiful it felt. The heat and suction and twitches on his penis, which was harder than he could ever remember, the pleasure more focused and sharp and intense than he'd felt in years and years. It was like his porn films . . . so much pleasure and release in just fucking . . . his twins! Their beautiful bodies, their lips hotly pressed together . . . he had to go faster and harder, harder! Lisa's moans increased. She squealed loudly with each push as Jenna muffled her cries with her lips. "Oh, sissy," Jenna whispered, "I want you to come!" Bruce was so wound up from the long, teasing, erotic foreplay of watching them love each other he couldn't hold out. He felt his cock swelling up and pulsing, the cum boiling up from beneath and threatening to explode. "Girls, girls," he gasped, "Oh God, I'm gonna come . . . Lisa, Jenna!" Jenna held Lisa's head and looked into her pained eyes. "He's coming, Lis! Come, come with him!" "Uh!!!" Lisa grunted loudly as her climax started. Her hips and ass and legs shook violently, which instantly triggered Bruce's orgasm. It clamped down on the base of his spine and shot forward, making him yell out and buck against her shaking hips. He felt a huge load of semen travel up from his balls and straight into her wet, spasming blond cunt. "Oh God! Lisa!" he yelled out. "Baby! Jenna, Uhhh . . ." the pleasure was shattering, wiping out his rational mind. Lisa's warm wet pussy was coming right along with him! Jenna practically came herself as she felt Lisa's violent spasms and watched her father's face contort with ecstasy. Oh, she wanted her turn! She couldn't wait! She kissed Lisa and stroked her arms and back as Lisa came down, so grateful to her for making her come and so happy for her at the same time. She smiled up at Bruce who was sweating and looked totally surprised. She exchanged a hot, secret glance with him as she continued to soothe Lisa and caress her hair. Bruce simply gazed at her with raw emotion and desire. They knew she was going to be next. He slowly withdrew his softening cock, and couldn't help looking down at it. Oh sweet Jesus . . . his cum was leaking out of Lisa's pussy onto Jenna's. His cock stilled dripped cum onto both of them. At last, he rose up, naked, to put more wood on the fire. A few moments later Bruce was lying flat on his back on thick fleece blankets, still catching his breath, with Lisa and Jenna cuddled up naked on either side of him. He had his arms around each one of them protectively and was rubbing their backs. They were all a little stunned and seemed to be unable to do or say anything but enjoy the intense heat of the fire. Still stroking them, Bruce broke the silence. "So, uh . . . how did you . . . when did you two . . .?" Was he supposed to be more hip and sophisticated about this? Were all 19 yr olds bi nowadays? "It was Jenna," said Lisa, her face nuzzled into Bruce's warm chest. "It was not! Don't believe her, Pops!" "It was too! Dad, ok, I had this boyfriend—" "Wait, how long ago was this?" asked Bruce "A year ago. Once we moved out of the dorms." "Yeah, and Lisa is so LOUD," said Jenna. "I had this BOYFRIEND, Larry—" Jenna snorted. "Stupid name." "And we used to have sex in my room." "Right next to mine! Daddy, Lisa can wake the dead! I couldn't sleep!" "And one night there I am in bed with my BOYFRIEND and the next thing I know Jenna is in bed with us, naked!" "Tattle tale," said Jenna. "I couldn't help it. If I wasn't going to get any sleep, I may as well have enjoyed myself." Bruce playfully slapped Jenna's ass. "You bad girl!" Jenna giggled. "Yeah but Lisa didn't complain . . . did you, Lis?" She reached over to tickle her. Lisa squealed in laughter. "No, not exactly . . ." "Ohhh!!" They both seemed to slip back into their normal high spirits and got Bruce in a tight giggling hug. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" He couldn't help laughing. His hands traveled down to both of their cute, bare cheeks and he gave them each a little slap. "What naughty girls! You should both get a good spanking!" "Oooh!" said Jenna. "Do that again!" "Oh, like that?" said Bruce, swatting her harder. "Oooh, ow!" Jenna feigned, sticking her ass up high in the air. "Let me," said Lisa, and she got up to spank Jenna, but fell over laughing on top of her. The next thing Bruce knew they were kissing again, right on top of him, and caressing and rubbing each other's breasts. "Mmmmm . . ." moaned Lisa. They were seriously making out, now, and Lisa had pulled her waist close to hers. Their pink nipples just touched tips and they lightly rubbed them together. "Come on, Daddy," Jenna whispered, holding out her hand, "We want you here." Oh fuck . . . Bruce felt his cock stiffening again at the sight of their sexy nipples. He faintly tried to resist. "Oh, uh . . . no, I . . . don't think would be a good idea . . ." "Yes!" they both said at once. They stood up and pulled him upright, laughing, and got him in a naked twin sandwich, with Lisa hugging him from behind and Jenna with her ass pushing playfully into his crotch. She pulled his arms around front and put his hands on her breasts. They both gyrated for him as Lisa hummed and laughed. Jenna wiggled her ass backwards and Lisa transferred her hands to her hips. "Oooh," said Jenna, "Aren't you glad we got snowed in, Daddy?" "Well, er, . . . yes. . . oh!" Jenna had bent over from the waist with her legs held straight up and high, sticking her ass up and opening up her slick pussy to his gaze. "We're already changing your life! Opening you up!" said Lisa, as her hands caressed Jenna's curves over and over. "Isn't Jen sexy?" "You mean 'Cupcake'!" Jenna called out. "Oh, God . . . oh, yes, she is . . ." Bruce moaned, as he slid his shaking hands down from her breasts to her slim, perfect hips. He groaned in pleasure. Oh she felt so good! Her skin was so silky smooth, her hips fit so fucking perfectly into his big hands. And did these girls go to tanning salons, or what? He'd never seen such golden, glowing skin in wintertime. He was mesmerized by the way it caught and reflected the flickering flames. He simply could not resist tracing her curves. His hands traveled down to her ass, caressing her cute, firm cheeks split by a deep, sharp cleft. Her ass beckoned to him! He playfully slapped it, then caressed it, feeling its perfect firm roundness. "Ooh!" Jenna laughed and shrieked. "Spank me, Daddy!" "You like that?" he laughed, as he did it again, then kept his hands there to knead her hot cheeks. He felt a sharp surge of lust, more depraved and bolder than before. He felt something come over him. He wanted to fuck her! He wanted to watch this sweet tight ass clench and squeeze together while he fucked her pussy good and hard! He wanted to fuck up into her and cum all over her naughty, bad little ass! Christmas with Cupcake and Kandi "You like that, hmm? Would you like Daddy to fuck your sweet pussy, little Cupcake?" "Oh, Lis!" Jenna moaned. She suddenly felt weak as a gush of wetness hit her. Lisa recognized the signs of Jenna's lust. She knew how much she liked that kind of talk, and she knew what she needed. Suddenly an idea went off in her brain. "Come here, come here!" she whispered urgently. She grabbed Bruce's hand and led him to the back of a big velvet armchair, and quickly dragged Jen over, too. Jenna immediately bent over the back of it, it was the perfect height for her to keep her ass high and her pussy spread wide open. She groaned almost in pain with the sudden need to be fucked. "I want to watch!" said Lisa. "I want to see, I want to see." Bruce felt swept along on a wave of lust like he'd never experienced before. He wanted to be bad along with his girls! Jenna's pliant, submissive nature awoke something within him he never even knew was there. He found himself pushing her down on the armchair, keeping one strong hand on her back and then tugging lightly on her hair. "Do you want Daddy to fuck you, baby?" He couldn't believe he said it! "Ooooh yesss," Jenna begged. "Please, Daddy, please!" "Hmmm . . ." Bruce said, as he roughly grabbed her thighs and hoisted her ass higher for him. Lisa was watching wide-eyed and amazed, her nipples throbbing and her pussy exploding with wetness. Oh this was so hot. She watched as Bruce spread Jenna wider, and get between her legs, pushing them roughly open with his hips. She saw his cock getting bigger and harder with arousal until it was huge and red and menacing Jenna's pink pussy. She couldn't help herself, she had to do something. "Wait, Daddy, wait," she whispered. She slid down to her knees so she was right up close and pulled Jenna's slim thighs apart and held them there. She kissed Jenna's ass cheeks as she spread her sister wide open for their father. Every golden fold, the lips and clit, her beckoning hole were dripping with sweet nectar waiting for his big cock. Lisa had never seen anything more beautiful in her life—except for Bruce's cock. She took it in one hand, lightly licked the tip to taste his delicious cum, and directed it right to Jenna's quivering pussy. "Oh fuckkkk," Bruce moaned as he watched Lisa lodge the head of his cock into Jenna's hole, just enough so she could let go and transfer the responsibility to him. He heard Jenna moan "Lissaaa!" from the chair. Jenna shot down to the armchair and sat next to Jenna, caressing her hair and watching what Bruce was doing with fascinated eyes. "Oh, baby. . ." Bruce moaned as he thrust his cock in good and hard, harder than he ever would with Carol. Being a little dominant with "Cupcake" was really doing something to him. He pushed hard until he reached a little resistance and just let his cock throb there while he grabbed firm hold of those amazingly tight cheeks. He took in the sight of his swollen shaft half-buried in his daughter and made a loud grunt. He slapped her cheeks a little and kneaded the taut flesh. "Your ass is so fucking HOT," he said. "Daddy!" he heard Jenna wailing. "What, little Cupcake?" Bruce hissed at her. "More!!" She wailed. He was driving her crazy with his cock only half inside her. "Well show me, honey. Use your ass to show Daddy what you want." Jenna pushed herself up a little to get some support and desperately wiggled and clenched her tight cheeks back onto his cock. She grunted with the effort. "Like that?" she moaned. "Oh, yes . . . oh fuck . . ." Bruce groaned. He felt his cock swell even harder within her. Her wiggling movements were making her pussy clamp down tightly on his dick. "Don't stop, baby, keep doing that!" he ordered. "Show Daddy how much you want his cock, show me, baby!" Jenna gritted her teeth and wiggled and pushed and begged with her hips, desperately needing more. Lisa took it all in and soothed her shoulders and kissed her back. "Keep going," she whispered. Jenna was panting and moaning and sweat was breaking out on her back and starting to wet her hair. Bruce reached over and put his big hand on her perfect straight back, holding her still, and then shoved the rest of his dick inside her in one swift move, making her scream and cry out in pleasure. "Yes! Yes, Daddy, like that! Ahhh . . . Lis!!" His cock had hit the most sensitive G-spot inside her, deep and hard. That little spot drove her crazy! "Lis—it's right there! Ohhhhh!" Her eyes rolled back into her head and she was totally lost. Lisa knew the signs. She'd used a dildo on Jen many times and she knew exactly what she liked. "Shh, he's going to fuck you now." Lisa glanced up at Bruce with pleading eyes."Now, Pops!" Oh fucckkkk . . . Bruce couldn't believe what was happening. He'd never done anything like this before. Just . . . pounding . . . hard, with short, deliberate strokes, as he tugged gently on Jenna's long hair. He found himself muttering "You like that? You like it? You like Daddy fucking your tight, hot, wet little pussy?" Jenna made short loud squeals and yelps with each push, which only spurred him on. "Yes, Daddy!" Lisa yelled, urging him on while watching Jenna's tormented arousal. Bruce just fucked into her as hard as he could, letting go into the wicked sensations. He grunted and groaned and sweat oozed down his back. The sight of Jenna's perfect little ass squirming on his cock drove him nuts. Before you knew it, he found himself whispering to the twins, "Would you like Daddy's cock in your tight little asses? Deep in those sweet puckered little holes?" Jenna shrieked out loud at his words. "Lissssaaaa!" she wailed and wailed. "I'm gonna cuummmmmm!!!" The thought of sinking his cock into one of the twins' tight little asses—or, Jesus, both of them—instantly triggered off Bruce's climax. He had never thought of anal sex in his life! Never even saw it on porn! But dear God the thought! A massive orgasm exploded out of his balls and groin, making him literally see stars and get light-headed as he pumped his jism into Jenna's body. He moaned and grunted as he squirted into her, "Here it comes, baby! Take it, Jenna, take it, baby!" "Daddy!!!" Jenna's scream joined in his as she came hard for him, all over his cock, shaking and trembling and shuddering and squeezing him tight inside her. "I can feel you coming!" she yelled. That was too much for Lisa, who was just about to come herself. She shot up to Bruce, who looked like he was about to pass out. She could see the last lingering shudders of his orgasm. Slowly, he eased his cock out of Jenna. "Move," Lisa said, pushing him aside. She got down on her knees and tenderly stroked Jenna's thighs and calves, and spread her still-shuddering pussy with her hands. She kissed her ass cheeks and moaned as Bruce's thick white cum streamed out of Jenna's pussy. "Uhhhh" Lisa made the sexiest moan as she licked it off her sister's nether-lips, under Bruce's amazed eyes. Lisa felt her own orgasm slowly pulse in her body as she tasted his cum mixed with her sister's sweet juices. "Mmmmm" she moaned and moaned as she rubbed her clit, knowing Bruce was watching it all. Bruce knew he should have been utterly shocked and horrified, but it was perfect. A perfect part of this perfect night. He went up behind Lisa and hugged her and stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "Good girl," he whispered. Soon they were all snuggled together in front of the fire. Bruce was slightly awake, half in and out of sleep, while Lisa and Jenna had instantly fallen into a deep, happy slumber, nestled in his arms. His mind was whirling. He could barely process it. He felt guilt . . . triumph . . . amazement . . . fear that they would be mad at him, though he really didn't think so. Above all he felt wonderment. Mr. Stodgy and Predictable had just fucked his gorgeous twin daughters and loved it! His cock jumped at the thought. Their tight asses, now clad in flannel pajamas, caressed it on either side. Ohh, he couldn't think any more. He sunk into the delicious warmth of his girls and fell asleep. +++ The next morning, the twins awoke to the warmth of a blazing fire. Bruce had gotten up before them. He'd awoken with a jingly nightie on his face and pushed it aside. He saw furry panties strewn about the floor as he got up to re-light the smoldering fire and make some breakfast. He was in the kitchen when he heard them stirring—whispering and, then, thank god, giggling and laughing. The next thing he knew they came bounding into the kitchen to find him and get him in a big hug. "Pops! You have to hear this!" Jenna said. "Lisa's had the BEST idea! Ohh!" she jumped up and down with excitement. "What is it?" Bruce said, profoundly relieved to see they were their old selves around him. Lisa was just about to say something when Jenna yelled out "Spring Break!" "It was my idea, Jen!" Lisa said, glaring at her. "Who cares! Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Jenna squealed. "You can come with us!" Lisa said. "Or we'll visit you!" "Or we can all go somewhere together!!" Bruce smiled and accepted their excited hugs. While they were cuddling him he surreptitiously glanced at his phone, which was now working. "Oh thank god," he groaned to himself. The roads were still closed. They had a whole day . . .