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Daughters and Fathers Ch. 01

By: leBonhomme



The story "Two Norwegian Sisters and Cousin" is background for this series and introduces two of the daughters, Britta and Maren, here with their father, of course. Why "fathers," plural? The girls' mother has one, as a later chapter will tell.

The girls must now be twenty and twenty-one. Families were closer back in the 1960s, girls that age still vacationing with their parents. This is about how much closer this family becomes. 

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Two summers after what Johan tells in "Two Norwegian Sister and Cousin," Maren and Britta and their parents were planning another vacation at their cabins, as they did every year. It was intended to be three weeks with the whole family, but then the girls' mother had to visit her parents after her mother had a stroke - for two weeks, at least. The previous summer, the girls had spent two weeks with Johan, their parents wanting a male to accompany the girls, apparently still thinking that he was the shy cousin he had been at the beginning of the previous summer. But he wasn't, as the girls well knew, and they had had a completely uninhibited couple of weeks together, going nude most of the time.

Perhaps with recollections of that, the girls weren't so enthusiastic about spending three weeks at the cabin with just their parents, and now, just with their father. The night before they left their home in Bergen, Maren, the younger and more forward sister, told Britta that she still wanted to get a seamless tan. Britta was a little shocked, remarking: 

"With Dad there?!"

"We all used to go nude when we were little."

"But we aren't now."

"Um-hmm, but he really shouldn't mind, ... maybe, shouldn't really mind."

"Hmm, fine difference. You really want to?"

"You'd have to, too. How many boys have seen you nude? Shouldn't be too embarrassing."

"How many have seen you? But he's our father."

"I know, but I still want to."

"Hmm! You just want to go nude."

"Maybe, but it's nice, like last summer."

"But he isn't Johan."

"Maybe he would want to, too."

"Hm-hmm! With his two grown daughters?!"

"He should like that."

"You're wicked!"

"Just a little. It would be more interesting than just taking walks in the mountains."

"Hmm!? And you're just going to take off everything and surprise him?"

"Only if you do, too. Don't be a spoilsport. We can tell him that we want to."

"Hmm!"

They left it at that, and the next morning drove with their father and hiked up to their cabin, all of them carry supplies in rucksacks. They unpacked and made their beds, he, his in the larger cabin, while the girls went to the other cabin. The girls made up the double bed, snickering at the thought that at least they could enjoy sleeping with each other.

As the three of them were finishing supper, talking about what they might do the next morning, Maren remarked: 

"If the weather is good, we want to sunbathe in the nude."

"Hmm?! You do?!"

"Why not? "We used to run around naked."

"That was years ago, when you were ten or twelve, younger."

Both girls nodded with grins. Their father remarked: 

"Until you started to stare at me."

Britta smirked and replied: 

"You were too, at me."

"Hmm! After your mother told me that you had asked ..., well, you know; you asked."

"How babies were made."

She told me, that she had told you."

"Me too," Maren rejoined: "told us both."

"Hmm?! Good reason to stop going nude." 

Maren nodded but replied with a grin:

"We did last summer."

"With Johan?! What did he think, do?! Don't tell me!"

"He did, too."

"All three of you?! Don't tell me what else you did! And his mother said he was sort of shy."

Britta was blushing in the evening light at her sister's bold remarks, more so, when Maren added: 

"He was, two years ago, but we ... helped him ... overcome that."

"Oh! ... 'We'? Both of you?!"

Involuntarily, Britta nodded slightly. Maren nodded more openly. Their father looked back and forth at them with a consternated expression. He snorted and repeated: 

"Both of you?! ... You didn't just ...? ... Hmm! ... I guess you must have, ... if you ran around nude with him last summer. ... Hm-hmm! Good thing your mother doesn't know, ... and his, too. Guess you were old enough to."

They all smiled wryly at their common understanding, snorting. After a few moments, their father remarked: 

"And you want to go nude?"

Maren nodded very slightly, as Britta replied softly: 

"If you don't mind. ... You can, too. ... You used to like to, ... and we know what you look like."

"Hmm!? ... You weren't supposed to notice, ... and, well, ... you're not little girls any more."

"That doesn't matter." 

Maren's first comment surprised the others after the discussion between Britta and her father. He snorted and replied: 

"But it might, to me."

"We wouldn't mind," she added.

Maren nodded, pleased by her sister's surprising support. Their father snorted sharply and murmured: 

"I guess you both know what I meant."

The girls nodded again. Maren remarked softly: 

"You don't have to, ... if you don't want to. ... Just so that you know we want to."

"Hmm! ... Thanks for warning me. Let's clean up and go to bed."

They cleaned up, the girls' not noticing their father's glances at their bra-less breasts moving inside their shirts. In the other cabin, the girls chuckled. Maren thanking Britta for her unexpected support. She replied: 

"At least he doesn't know we like to, too, without Johan."

They both snickered as they got in bed together, exchanging opinions about how he would react to seeing them nude, wondering if he would dare to join them. Then they did what they always did when they were in bed together.

The almost midnight sun in southern Norway had been up for hours when the girls awoke. They snickered and asked each other if they wanted to surprise their father immediately, or wait till after breakfast to strip off their clothes. Britta said: 

"We warned him. Might as well show that we meant it, rather than keeping him wondering." 

With more snickers, they went to the outhouse. As they were returning - with stiff nipples from the still cool air - their father came out of the other cabin in his undershorts, as they had often seen him in the past. Their nipples became more aroused, and they blushed, trying to appear unconcerned, despite their father's obviously surprised expression as he looked at them and remarked: 

"Gosh! You really meant it. ... Uh, ... good morning."

"Um-hmm, good morning," the girls both replied.

His eyes only glanced at them as they neared each other; the girls' trying just to smile innocently, until he had past them, then smirking at each other. Britta whispered: 

"We did it. Now he knows."

"Um-hmm, and better than waiting and then taking off our clothes with him all dressed."

They returned to their cabin and washed with cold water. With a glance at their bed, Britta snorted and remarked: 

"We didn't tell him about us."

"Oh? No. I wonder what he thought we both did with Johan. ... Well, that seemed clear, but if he wondered how we both did."

"Hmm! Hm-hmm! Yes, he should wonder about that."

They smirked at each other again, and Maren replied: 

"He's going to have to ask, if he wants to know. At least now, he won't be surprised to see us like this again."

"Um-hmm."

They went to the other cabin to make breakfast. Their father was already starting a fire in the stove, still just in his underpants. He only glanced at them again, remarking with a snort as he closed the stove: 

"Not just to sunbathe."

"We thought it would be easier to surprise you before we were all dressed," Britta replied.

"You did. ... I don't know about this. ... Am I supposed to look, ... or pretend that you have something on?"

"You can look."

"We don't mind, ... or we wouldn't have suggested it."

"Hmm!"

"You've seen naked girls before."

"Hmm! But not two at once."

"Your fault, having two daughters."

"Hmm! You can't blame me for your wanting to be nude."

They all snorted with wry smiles, and he looked at them both for a moment. The girls' cheeks flushed slightly as their nipples tightened. He snorted again and remarked: 

"At least, you're blushing."

Then they began making breakfast, as they had so often in the past, all of them no longer concerned about their state of attire - until they sat down at the table. His eyes glanced at their naked breasts, and he murmured again: 

"I don't know about this. Coffee?"

He raised the coffee pot, and the girls held their mugs for him to fill. The routine of eating breakfast avoided further comments for a few minutes, until their father remarked: 

"And you did this with Johan?" revealing that he was still thinking about the situation.

"Um-hmm," they both responded softly.

"Hmm!"

He avoided looking at their breasts and changed the subject, saying that he had to split firewood for the stove and asking them to help. They finished eating and cleaned up. Outside, he got the ax and several slabs of tree trunk from the woodpile under the eaves. The girls got the baskets for firewood from both cabins. He looked at them again with wry smile and began splitting the first slab into stove-sized pieces. The girls collected the pieces, enjoying feeling their breasts move when they bent down. Their father also enjoyed seeing the way they moved, also the occasional glimpse between their legs when they leaned down. After he had finished splitting the second slab, he snorted and remarked: 

"I don't know about this, ... but I feel a little overdressed, ... if you both insist on going nude, ... if you don't mind."

The girls just shook their heads, suppressing smiles as they avoided looking at him as he stripped off his underpants. He tossed them aside and grabbed the ax again. The girls collected the pieces as they flew off the block under his vigorous chopping. When he had finished splitting the slabs, he remarked: 

"May as well continue with such good help," and fetched some more.

The girls filled their baskets and stacked the split firewood under the eaves near the door. By the time they were finished with the work, they all were glistening with sweat from their activity and the warm sun, and also comfortably unconcerned about their nudity, even the girls' father, although aware that his cock and balls were swinging looser in the heat as he strode to put away the ax - rather enjoying the feeling. He returned and thanked them for their help, saying that he would carry the baskets to the cabins, but wanted a swim first to cool off.

They got their towels, and the girls followed him to the small lake. The cool water made the girls' nipples tighten, but also made his cock shrink and his sack draw up. After a short swim, they dried themselves and sat facing the sun in silence. After a minute or two, he dropped back on his elbows and remarked: 

"Maybe this isn't so bad. ... Feels good. ... Guess you knew."

Um-hmm," the girls agreed and also dropped back, Britta adding: 

"Nice, that you agree."

They were quiet again, just soaking up the sun. When he ventured to glance over at them, without turning his head, and saw that their eyes were closed, he looked at their firm young breasts, appreciating that they hardly sagged to the side the way they were leaning back on their elbows, also noticing that Maren had distinct tan lines from her bikini, whereas red-haired Britta hardly had any. Definitely red-haired, he thought, with glance at what he could see of her pubic hair, redder than the sun-bleached hair on her head. He drew his thigh up a little as the sun warmed his cock.

When he suggested that it was time for lunch, his cock and balls were again hanging loose, but he made no effort to conceal them as he stood up and picked up his towel, exposing them at level of the girls' heads, when they sat up, but not looking to see if they glanced at them. They did.

Back at the cabin, the girls offered to prepare lunch, and he carried the baskets of fire wood to the stoves in the cabins. When he returned from the girls' cabin, he chuckled and asked: 

"Which one of you sleeps in the double bed?"

The girls' nipples popped out, as they glanced at each other. After a moment, Maren replied softly: 

"Both of us."

"Hmm? To save sheets?"

The girls shook their heads. Their father frowned questioningly, but didn't say anything, just looked at them - and their aroused nipples. Then he snorted with a surprised expression. Finally, Maren blushed and responded: 

"We like to sleep together."

He looked more surprised and asked: 

"You mean, ... like? ... Uh? ... Like with Johan?"

The girls nodded again, both blushing deeply. He snorted with a wry expression and then snorted again and remarked with a chuckle: 

"I wondered how you both did it with him, but didn't think of that. Hmm! Hm-hmm! No wonder you teamed up to "help him". At least, you did want to. ... I guess you were old enough to, ... just hadn't recognized it back then. Hmm!"

The girls smiled wryly, relieved at his non-accusing response to their admission that they slept together. Then he asked: 

"When did that start? With Johan?"

The girls shook their heads, their blushes returning. After a moment, Britta replied: 

"We found a Swedish magazine with a short story. Not the kind of thing you would want us to read, but we did, ... so we tried it."

"Better than just doing it by ourselves," Maren added.

"Hmm! ... Well, I guess you do. ... Still kind of a surprise to hear about, ... but I guess everyone does, just never thought about my own daughters doing it, ... and certainly not that, together!"

The girls nodded with wry smiles. After a moment, they all smirked and snickered. Their father snorted again and remarked: 

"Just don't tell your mother."

"She knows that we sleep with boys, let us have the pill," Britta replied.

"I know; she told me, ... kind of surprised me, but if you do - since you do ..."

"It was my first time with Johan," Maren volunteered."

Her father rolled his eyes up and replied: 

"I don't want any more details. Let's have lunch."

They all chuckled and finished setting the table. They chuckled again as they sat down naked at the table and then began to eat. For a long time, no one spoke, each of them just glancing at the others, wondering what they could be thinking after their revealing conversation. Finally, one of the girls asked: 

"What are we going to do this afternoon?"

"You both only seemed to want to sunbathe."

"Um-hmm, as long as the sun shines. Don't you?"

"Hmm? Um-hmm, as long as you two can forget about sunbathing with Johan, ... or whatever else you did with him."

"We'll try, won't we?" Maren replied, glancing at Britta, who nodded with a grin.

They all snorted. When they had finished their meal, they cleaned up and got their towels again, returning to the lake, to another place that sloped towards the afternoon sun. They spread their towels and lay down, the girls together. 

Each of the girls couldn't help recalling that they had been there with Johan the previous summer. Her nipples tightened when either of them recalled what they had done. When their father rolled over on his stomach, they both snorted silently and their hands touched. They spread their thighs and let the sun warm their pussies, not conducive to forgetting about sunbathing with Johan, and what else they had done with him there. After a few minutes, now with warm, moist pussies, they clutched hands, and one of them said: 

"We'd better give our backs a little sun." 

The other nodded, and they turned over. Their father saw the nearer one's breast flatten on her towel, and then that she rose slightly to rest more comfortably on it. He turned his head the other way, but couldn't avoid speculation about what the two girls could had done with Johan, did with each other, what the three of them could do together. His cock was already swollen from the heat of the sun, why he had turned over. Now it was uncomfortably caught between his thighs. 

His speculations continued: what could the three of them have done together?" Which three? Had the girls' suggesting going nude been a suggestion that they wanted to see him nude? They had; he had let them. And they obviously had been recalling being with Johan that way. And they all knew that the three of them were going to be together alone for two weeks - like this, with thoughts like this?! He with two young - naked - girls? His daughters! But they had wanted to go naked with him and had admitted that they hadn't been just naked Johan, alone in the cabin at night for two weeks after his parents left, the first year, while he and their mother were sleeping in the other cabin? And then the previous summer, just the three of them, doing whatever they wanted to, whatever two girls and a guy could do together?! 

His cock was disturbingly stiff between his thighs.

What the three of them could do together? Were the girls - his daughters! - having similar thoughts?! What were his? His cock was telling him what its were. What would they think if they saw it that way? He had been a little pleased to let them see it swinging after the exertion of his work that morning. Had they noticed? But now, if he turned over again, it wasn't going to be just swinging; it was going to be bobbing up and down. Did they want to see it like that? Did he want them to? They were going to be together for three weeks. If it was like that now, it was going to happen again, probably the next time he recalled that the girls had spent the previous summer doing anything they wanted to with Johan: whatever the three of them could do together? 

He had been too surprised when they first told him to become aroused - thank goodness - and also too surprised to find words of parental disapproval, but there hadn't been much he could have said; they were old enough and had the pill - already the previous summer? They had just told him more than most parents knew about what their children did. But they had, and he wasn't supposed to be surprised the next time he thought about it? But he was now! It was sure to happen - sooner or later? If was sure to happen, then sooner. Maybe they just wanted to see it, to test him.

He turned over, and his cock sprang up from his balls. He drew his thigh up to try to conceal it from the girls when they turned over again, wondering what they would do, if they saw it that way. They continued to lie on their stomachs, and eventually his cock dropped down again - on his stomach. Did he want them to see it? What would they say or do? He admitted to himself that he wanted them to - just out of curiosity.

His cock relaxed a little more. Before the girls turned over, he urged it to slide down between his thighs. Then they did turn over and sat up. When they glanced over at him, it became less relaxed. He tried to appear unconcerned when they both snorted, but his cock moved slightly, and again when he saw the nearer one's nipple pop out. The other one snorted again and remarked softly: 

"That's nice, ... but it was you who said that we shouldn't think about Johan.

"Couldn't be avoided, he replied. 

His cock rose slightly. He smirked slightly with a snort and lowered his thigh, adding - a little to his surprise: 

"Too late to hide it."

His cock began to rise, just a little with each heartbeat. The girls chuckled softly, and the nearer one murmured: 

"Since you let us. Nice."

"Um-hmm. Hmm! Looks like it wants to be held," her sister replied, surprising him that it was the more reticent Maren.

It did, rising higher, and bobbing, when the nearer one - Britta - stroked his thigh. He was even more surprised when Maren remarked to her sister: 


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"You'd better hold it; it's going to stay like that if you don't."

Britta nodded, giving her sister a smile in response to her so direct encouragement. Her hand stroked his thigh again, now closer to his cock and further down, nearer his sack. He snorted and said: 

"I don't know if that's a good idea."

"If she wants to. You know it will feel good, and we can't let it stay like this all the time."

"Hmm!"

His cock was fully aroused, twitching invitingly. Britta's hand stroked down his thigh and then back up, all the way up to his crotch. She murmured: 

"I want to."

Her hand slid over and her fingers slipped around his cock. It twitched strongly in her grasp. As her hand moved up and down, he murmured: 

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

But he let it happen, appreciating his daughter's obvious experience, when she released his cock and just tickled the sensitive spot behind its head. He moaned, as his cock twitched against her finger. She grasped it again, rubbing up and down. Between aroused moans, he murmured again: 

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

But it did. He moaned, and his hips twitched, and the girls both moaned with him, and then with a sharp grunt he came, a long spurt of semen shooting up high and landing on his chest, and then again and again, smaller spurts, until the last couple dribbled down on her fingers. All three of them moaned and sighed, and then he was very surprised when she licked her fingers and smiled at him.

He snorted and remarked: 

"I guess you two have a lot more experience than I thought."

"Maybe. Next time I want to do it," Maren murmured.

"Next time?"

"Of course. Why not?"

"Hmm?! ... 'Why not?' ... I don't know about this."

"Didn't you enjoy it? It must have been good."

"Oh, it was, ... but I don't know ... . You're not supposed to that with ... me."

He almost said "your father," but in the last moment avoided being so direct.

"But you let her, ... and enjoyed it, ... and she wanted to, ... like I do. We enjoy it too, ... almost the nicest thing one can do for someone else."

"Hmm! Was that in that Swedish story?"

"What? You know about that?!

"You sniff in our underwear?!

"No! Just found it once when I was being a nice guy about putting away stuff from the washing machine."

"You found, read it?"

"Didn't have to, just saw the cover."

The girls were blushing with aroused nipples as they looked at each other. He remarked with a wry grin: 

"I guess I was right, thinking now that the story wasn't just about one guy and one girl."

The girls glanced at each other again with still aroused nipples, nodding slightly. He snorted softly and murmured: 

"Must be good," he had murmured, before he realized that he was showing more interest than appropriate. The girls just nodded in response. He added:

"Hmm! I shouldn't have asked."

The girls nodded again, this time with smirks, and Britta remarked: 

"Johan spent the rest of the first summer having fun with his girlfriend from school. Told us last year. She really liked that he wasn't so shy any more."

"And with her girlfriend," Maren added with a grin. 

"Oh? That makes it all right?"

"If you think so. At least, you know that it isn't so unusual, ... two girls, ... or two girls with a guy."

"I don't know what I should think. Yes, I do: that we all need a cold swim."

When they entered the water, when the cool water reached his hips, he didn't suppress a surprised "Oooh! Cold!" and grinned at the girls, and then splashed water on them, appreciating how their nipples popped out, and that they just laughed, splashing him in return, until Britta stepped nearer and said: "I should wash it off."

He let her splash more water on his stomach and wash off his semen. When her hand moved lower, however, he pushed it away, murmuring: "I can do that."

Then they swam out in the deeper water, mostly just treading water and exchanging wry grins. When they returned to land, his cock looked innocently small. They returned to their towels and dried themselves. The girls tease him by drying their breasts individually and avoiding their towels' hanging down to conceal their pubic hair. He just snorted and let them see him dry his cock and balls, and they let him watch them dry between their legs. He snorted and remarked: 

"I wonder if Anders Zorn saw his models doing that."

The girls giggled and made a point of drying themselves there more thoroughly, appreciating that their father just snorted with smile. His cock had returned to normal size. As they returned to the cabins, exchanging chuckles once, it grew longer, swinging, as his thighs jostled his loose sack. 

He was unconcerned about that now, not just because the girls behind him couldn't see it. He smiled wryly to himself at the thought that the other girl - his other daughter (no exclamation point) - had said that she wanted to do it the next time. He admitted to himself that he was going to let her, just wondering when. His cock wasn't swing loosely any more. What did Anders Zorn's cock do, when he was painting all those pictures of nice young nudes? He changed the subject of his thoughts and planned what they would have for dinner. His cock was swing more loosely when they arrived at the cabins. 

They hung up their towels, and he re-stoked the stove, asking the girls to help by making a salad and meatballs. They readily agreed, while he scrubbed new potatoes and put them on the stove. For a while, none of them had thoughts about what had happened or about their being naked. When the meatballs had been fried and the potatoes cooked, they sat down together, just exchanging slightly wry smiles with glances at the girls' mother's empty place at the table. 

Since they couldn't talk about how they had spent the day, they ate in silence for a while. Finally, he remarked: 

"We can't just sunbathe every day."

"Even if the sun is shining? It might rain later."

"Even more reason to do something else while it shines."

"Hmm? You always want to hike up to top of that hill."

"How did you guess? If I carry the rucksack, you two can wear as little as possible. Just have a top handy, if anyone is around."

"Can I wear just a bikini bottom?"

"If you have the top handy."

"Maybe up there at lunch we can ... really sunbathe."

"Is that so important? Who are you going to show your tan there to? Hmm! Shouldn't matter, if he can see you like that."

The girls snorted with nods, grinning wryly. Then one replied: 

"It just feels good."

"Hmm! I know, for me, too, ... without your help."

They all snickered and returned to eating in silence. As they finished their meal, one of the girls said: 

"I guess that we have to, if he wants to."

"If we can just wear our bikini bottoms. Hm-hmm! It feels good to feel them moving."

"Maybe someone will surprise us before we can put our tops on."

"You want that?! I hope not, with me there," he remarked.

"Just teasing. We can have them hanging around our waists, ready to pull up, if we hear anyone."

"Hmm! I hope so. Hmm! Hope that you will."

"Oh, we will; we're very modest in the presence of strangers."

"Hmm! I'm not so sure. I hope so."

They all snickered, but with friendly smiles.

They cleared the table and washed up, agreeing to play one of the board games that had been brought to the cabin when the girls were younger. When it was difficult to see the pieces in the northern summer's late light, they agreed to go to bed. They collected the pieces in the carton and were saying good night. The girls added the appropriate Norwegian expression, thanking for the day. Their father snorted with a wry smile and responded. Maren smirked and said: 

"And don't do anything we wouldn't."

"Hmm! You two! ... Don't do anything I wouldn't."

"Oooh! ... If you wanted to ...!"

"Go to bed! Good night!"

The girls smirked and blew him a kiss and went to the outhouse. As they returned, he passed them, just snorting and repeating his good night. 

The girls had no question about what they were going to do before they slept. They immediately curled up head to foot, tasting that they had just been to the outhouse, but then tasting that the other was aroused, but not so aroused that she didn't want to remark with snorts about how they had spent the day. Between licking each other's pussy, they shared their delighted thoughts. Finally Maren said: 

"Remember, it's my turn up there tomorrow. I hope he will be expecting it. But now you."

"And you."

With mental images of their father's aroused cock, they aroused and satisfied each other better than the previous night. 

He lay in bed, recalling what his daughter had done, fondling his cock, recalling their final words in the cabin: his other daughter's telling him not to do anything one of them wouldn't. But both of them would! One had already, and the other one had promised that she wanted to. He did what they would, trying to visualize what they could be doing, with arousing thoughts about how it could be to do it to them himself. When he came - high up on his chest - recalling that his daughter had licked her fingers - he wiped up the splotches and licked his fingers, tasting his semen for the first time, as he wondered about her immediate impulse to taste his. What all had the girls done with Johan? What had they read about in the Swedish story?

The next morning, after a good breakfast, they set off. With no remarks about how they had spent the night - he had been anticipating one, and had one or two questions, himself - they hiked up the familiar trail. 

He let the girls lead the way, enjoying the view of them: their nice strong, round asses and occasionally a glimpse of their breasts, recalling that one of them had said that it felt nice to feel them moving. He snorted to himself, thinking that it felt nice to feel his cock and balls moving in his loose shorts, wondering what the girls would think, if they knew that he hadn't any underpants on. Were they going to find out? Were the girls going to want to strip off their bikini bottoms when they reached to top of the hill and had lunch? He hoped so, so that he could take off his shorts, and if his cock was then a little more arouse than it should be - it was already - so what? They had seen it before, even more aroused, and one of them wanted to arouse it even more!

It seemed that the girls were more eager than usual to reach the top. They were soon above the tree line. When they paused for a drink of water, Maren grinned and said: 

"We're not going to meet anyone else up here; we can take them off."

"Not until we reach the top and find a place down the south side."

"Oh, you're a spoilsport!"

"Then you can. I just don't want to be seen with you both naked."

"Hmm! I guess not. Okay. But then ..."

"Okay," he agreed.

The girls both nodded with smiles, and Britta remarked: 

"And you too."

"Of course," he responded, hoping then that he hadn't sounded too enthusiastic.

The girls grinned, and they set off again. At the top of the hill, granite worn smooth from the ice age, the girls chortled and stripped down their bikini bottoms, struggling to get them over their hiking shoes. One and then the other swung them triumphantly on their fingers, grinning at him.

"You too," one of them demanded.

He grinned and opened his shorts. As they dropped, both girls smirked and remarked: 

"Oooh! No underpants."

"Guys also like to feel them move."

"Hm-hmm!" the girls agreed with grins.

He stepped out of his shorts, flipping them up with the toe of one shoe. As he caught them, he admitted to himself that he was agreed to anything the girls wanted to do - well, almost anything, but they wouldn't want to do that.

One of the girls said: 

"I know where we can go; we were here with Johan."

"Hmm! Lead on! It had sounded like you didn't get past the lake."

They all snickered and followed her down to an almost level shelf on the south side of the hill. 

"Nice," he remarked, and let his rucksack drop.

"Um-hmm," the girls agreed, and one of them added:

"We didn't want to be seen, either."

"Don't tell me!"

"Why not? It was all good," the other replied.

"I was sure of that; just don't tell me. ... Lunch?"

"Um-hmm," the girls agreed.

They had lunch, and then leaned back on the warm rock, facing the sun. This time, the girls didn't hesitate to spread their thighs and let the sun warm their pussies. Their father didn't have to spread his thighs to let the sun warm his cock. 

His cock grew longer, It was more than just warmed by the sun as he remembered that Maren had said that she wanted to do it to him. His cock stiffened between his thighs. He knew that they both could see it, see that it was pulsing with his heart beat, rising slightly each time. Didn't she want to, dare to? To hell with whether he should let her - his daughter! He wanted her to!

He was almost relieved when she murmured: 

"I want to. It's my turn. It wants me to."

He only nodded, as she moved closer. His thighs rolled open. He was surprised that she didn't immediately reach over and hold his cock, that she moved between his legs. Any way she wanted to do it, he thought, as she crept up between them. His cock was standing up, bobbing. He was surprised that her fingers first slid up under his ball. He moaned softly, and she gave him a sweet smile, as her fingernails scratched behind his balls Lucky Johan, he thought, wondering if the Swedish story had told about doing that.

Didn't she want to hold his cock, he wondered. He wanted her to. It was twitching in front her face, but she just fondled his balls. Nice, arousing, but not as arousing as her holding and rubbing his cock. But then she did hold it. "Unnn!" But not moving her hand up and down, just pulling his foreskin down. She gave him another sweet smile, and then he felt her tongue lick up and find his most sensitive spot. "Oooh!" His cock twitched strongly, but she held it still, and her tongue continued to arouse him there.

He closed his eyes, not daring to look at her, to see his daughter doing voluntarily something his wife only did reluctantly, and never all the way. Then he felt her moist lips slip around the head of his cock, her tongue still moving as he felt her suck it into her warm mouth. "Unnn!" he moaned involuntarily and asked superfluously: 

"You want to do that?"

He felt her hum and nod. "Unnn," he moaned softly as she continued to lick and suck, moving her head and rubbing the head of his cock on her pallet. With another audible sigh, he tried to relax and just enjoy the arousing sensations she was giving him, giving his throbbing cock in her warm mouth. He thought to ask her if she knew what was going to happen, thought to try to warn her before he came, but recognized that she must know, that she obviously had the experience to know and probably wanted him to fill her mouth. He sighed with aroused moans. Was this the nicest thing anyone could do for someone else? It sure felt like it. Was that what one of them had meant the previous afternoon? Which one had said that?

He didn't have warn her that he was about to come. His more aroused moans and the slow twitching of his hips were enough of a signal. She grasped his cock tighter and began to move her hand up and down with the movement of her head, and he felt her moan in anticipation. He gasped and with a sharp grunt his hips thrust his cock deeper in her mouth, and it spurted. He felt her moan as she urged his cock to spurt again, ... and again and again. 

He sighed with a deep, satisfied moan, and she responded with nod and "un-hnn," as he felt her tongue move his semen around in her mouth. Did she really like it, he wondered; it tasted so strange. But she must, and obviously had tasted it before - lucky Johan! And who else?!

She raised her head and gave his cock a final lick. He opened his eyes and saw her smiling sweetly up at him, licking her lips, then murmuring: 

"I just love to know that it's being that good for you, really the nicest thing one can do for someone else."

"Hmm! It sure was, ... sure is, ... even if we shouldn't be doing it together."

"I wanted to, ... and if it's good, why not? Thank you for letting me."

He snorted. Before he could think of what to say, she rose up and dropped down on him, offering her mouth to be kissed. He did in a reflex, only then considering that it was inappropriate to kiss his daughter that way when their tongues had met, but his responded as eagerly as hers. And she was lying naked on him! Too late to worry about that now! His hands instinctively found and held her ass, as he returned her kiss, until she raised her head and looked down at him with dilated eyes and a slightly surprised expression, then murmuring: 

"Oooh! That was good, too!"

"Hmm? Um-hmm, but a little unexpected, ... a lot unexpected."

"Um-hmm, but nice." 

She snorted and rocked her hips down, pressing her pelvis against him. His hands couldn't help but grasp her ass and hold her to him.

"It sure must have been," her sister - his other daughter - murmured. 

Reluctantly; Britta removed her hand from between her legs as she reminded them that she was also there, had been watching. They turned their heads in surprise, both nodding with wry smiles. His hands dropped from Maren's ass, and she rolled off him, away from her sister, replying softly: 

"It was. You know that."

"Um-hmm." 

The Maren looked at her father and added: 

"Sort of unfair, ... just our doing it."

He nodded slightly, involuntarily, but knowing what she was suggesting, but not anticipating her next remark: 

"Do you do it, ... like that with ..., well, you know?"

"Hmm! Sometimes. ... She likes it, ... when I do it, but, ... well, ... oh, she does, a little, ... but never all the way ... like that, ... and ... then we do something else before I can do it all the way."

Both girls snorted at his admission. He was surprised, also to hear himself add: 

"I guess you two do."

"Um-hmm," they both agreed.

"Hmm?! Never thought I would talk about this with anyone, least of all, you two."

"But nice, ... that you do," Britta replied, and rolled closer to him, rubbing his chest with the hand that had been in her pussy.

Maren then also rolled towards him, her breast touching his side, as she reached over and held his far side, then sliding her hand down to his hip, her little finger finding and exploring in his pubic hair. He snorted softly and offered his arms for them to rest their heads on. "Um-hmm," they both acknowledged, drawing themselves closer to him, Britta's fingers then all scratching in his pubic hair. She hummed softly and then murmured: 

"You can do it to us, ... 'all the way'. ... You don't have to do 'something else'."

He snorted as the girls' fingers suggested their agreement: Maren's hand sliding up and finding his nipple and tickling, while Britta's scratched down to the base of his cock. Involuntarily, he drew them closer with his arms and murmured: 

"You would like that?"

"Um-hmm!" 

Britta's fingers slipped down and found his engorged but still soft cock, while Maren's grasped his breast. His arms drew them even closer, and they slid their thighs over his. He spread them, inviting them to roll closer, each holding one his thighs between hers.

He snorted and remarked: 

"I don't know how we got like this. ... I don't know if I should."

"We did," Maren replied, as Britta jogged her hand on his now stiffening cock and murmured: 

"I'll do it to you this time; I like to, and you can do it to me - 'all the way'."

Maren nodded on his shoulder. He snorted with a sharp "hmm!" at her offer and her sister's apparent agreement, and after a moment murmured: 

"I don't know ...?"




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 01



"You don't have to do it to me, just let me do it to you; I want to."

"Hmm!" 

"But I would like it, if you did."

"Hmm?! I don't know."

"Just let me."



Daughters and Fathers Ch. 02



"You don't have to do it to me, just let me do it to you; I want to."

"Hmm!" 

"But I would like it, if you did."

"Hmm?! I don't know."

"Just let me."

Britta began to turn around next to him. After what Maren had done, and what they had told him, he understood that they had a lot more experience this way than he had imagined, especially when Britta drew up her thigh, suggesting that he rest his head on it. Hers was already on his thigh, and he did. He was a little surprised, when both girls' hands urged him to roll his hips towards her, and more surprised, when Maren's hand slipped between his thighs and found his balls again. Was that what they had done with Johan?! Obviously! And her raised thigh was presenting her young pussy to his view! Already open, but no wrinkled inner lips like his wife's, when he first saw it after both girls were born. Why hadn't they done this before? They had, but only in the dark. 

"Oooh!" Her lips were already around his cock! She wanted him to do it, too. He grasped her hips and drew then closer and licked between her open, moist pussy lips. "Unnn!" Her hips rocked up. She liked that, and he did! She tasted a little sweaty at first, but then so good! "Uhnnnn!" This was going to be so good! And what she was doing was too! She - both of them - assumed that he could come again, like their teenaged cousin must have? What was it going to be like to do it "all the way"? 

He found out, with delight, when her hips twitched and her pussy flooded his face, her body convulsing, as he came in her mouth. It really was the nicest thing two people could do for each other! And if she was his daughter, who cared? They both wanted it, and she liked it as much as her sister had, letting him feel that she was savoring his semen, and he had come again as good as before - in Maren's mouth! And he had made her come "all the way" so good, her pussy juice tasting better than just an aroused pussy! What was his other daughter doing, having to watch them? She wasn't holding his balls.

She had both hands between her legs, fingers deep in her pussy and others rubbing her clitoris, and had come with them, her groans lost in the sound of her sister's and father's aroused groans.

His cock slipped out, and he rocked back, again able to see his daughter's still open pussy, all moist and shiny, so lovely! What did the other one's look like? Just as lovely? Of course, and he wanted to see it, not just see it! To hell with worrying about their being his daughters! They wanted him to, and he wanted to! Anything they wanted! That too? If they wanted to? ... He wasn't sure.

"You've got to do it me that good," he heard Maren murmur. He nodded on Britta's thigh, and she nodded on his thigh, murmuring: 

"Yes, you do, ... that good, ... for her, too."

He nodded again, just wondering when and where, not here like this - a third time for him - but she didn't have to do it to him again; she had already. 

Maren answered his questions - that one at least. Her wet hand slid over his side, and she murmured: 

"You can sleep with us, ... or we can sleep with you."

He just nodded, accepting that he was going to do anything they wanted. Doing it again with them wasn't going make it more reprehensible; it was what they wanted, and they had started it. He hadn't taken advantage of them. "Hmm?" rather the other way round - and it was so good! And they were only doing something they had already done, not experimenting with him.

He nodded again and murmured: 

"If you want."

The head on his thigh nodded, and Maren's hand rubbed his breast. He rolled back and asked:

"Where are my shorts?"

One of the girls found them and with a grin put them over his shoes for him. Then the girls found their bikinis. They forgot to put on their tops until he had shouldered the rucksack. With grins, they fastened them around their waists, and they started back down to the cabins. As they descended, seeing their breasts move as they turned to find footing, he hummed softly to himself, looking forward to licking and sucking them. 

Back at the cabin, as he dropped the rucksack, the girls immediately took off their bikinis, nodding with smiles as they watched him drop his shorts. When he suggested that they needed to wash, the girls agreed, then with grins offered to wash him. He nodded with a chuckle, remarking: "and then you two."

One brought one of the buckets of lake water from the cabin, while the other one found the soap. Snickering, they splashed water on him and then soaped their hands and began to wash him, starting gently with his face. With more water and soap, they each washed an arm and tickled his armpit, and then began to wash his chest and back. He anticipated that they both would want to wash his cock and balls, and they did - without his becoming aroused - but he was surprised when freshly soaped fingers slid into his crevice and unhesitatingly began to rub his asshole.

"Oooh! I didn't expect you to be that thorough."

"Hm-hmm! But it feels good, doesn't it."

"Hmm? I guess you know that it does."

"Um-hmm, and feels better when we're aroused."

"Hmm?! What you two know. Was that in the story?"

"Was that in the story, or did Johan learn about that in Kristiansand with his girlfriend," she asked her sister.

"I can't remember, certainly last summer."

"Hmm! Legs."

The girls dropped down on their knees, and each washed a leg. They splashed more water to rinse him, and then one stood proudly with her breasts thrust out and said: "And now me."

Her father and sister washed her the same way, she nodding with a grin as she let him wash both her sister's breasts, and then again to encourage him to wash her pussy and asshole. He did, tempted to let a finger do more than just wash her pussy, while his fingers rubbed her asshole. She responded cheerfully: 

"Oooh! You do that good!"

"Hmm! Not quite like washing you as a baby."

"I hope not. Legs."

Then his other daughter was washed, just as thoroughly. When his finger rubbed between her pussy lips and over her opening, she spread her knees with a snicker and said: "If you want to."

"Hmm! Not now."

"But later."

"If you want me to." 

"We do," both girls replied, the other one's having seen where his finger had been rubbing. 

He snorted with a grin, enjoying that they all were now so open about their acceptance that they were going to do whatever they wanted with each other. And if the girls didn't want just his tongue or finger to rub them there? What difference did it make? As long as they suggested it.

He was washing his daughter's nice firm thigh and calf, as these thoughts went through his head. When he rose up, he tossed the rest of the water from the bucket at both girls and suggested that they go swimming and fetch more water. 

One of them fetched the other bucket, emptying its contents in a pot, and they went to the lake, filling the buckets before they entered the water to rinse themselves more thoroughly. This time, they were gentle about splashing each other, standing closer, and soon just cupping up water in their hands and letting it run down over each other's body, following the water with their hands and caressing each other. The girls' caressed each other's breasts with as much pleasure as he did. Then standing with their hips all touching, six hands fondled six buttocks, and with snickers, the girls' fingers competed to rub three assholes. 

One of the girl's hands let her sister's rub his and reached between them in the water and fondled his small, cool cock and drawn up sack. He just snorted and shoved her sister's hand aside to rub her asshole. She snorted with a nod, responding: 

"Um-hmm. I forgot before. When it was all soft and hanging down, I wanted to lick and suck one of them in my mouth."

"Hmm? Does that feel good?"

"Hm-hmm! Johan thought so."

"And we liked to do it, her sister added, rubbing his asshole."

"Hmm! If you do, if you say so."

The girls nodded. He slid his hands up and drew the girls' shoulders closer. They both raised their faces with slightly open mouths, looking like they expected to be kissed, and the one grasped his balls and cock more firmly, but he kissed the other one first, his tongue just as eager as hers.

He wasn't sure which one's finger probed at his asshole, but it felt good, and he let it, humming as his tongue thrust deeper and caressed - and was caressed. The finger probed, and after a few moments probed more insistently, and his other daughter demanded softly: "Me, too," and the finger wiggled - her finger! But it was the other one's hand holding his balls and cock, and his cock was pressing in her palm. She let him kiss her sister, both their tongues moving just as eagerly, and her finger, too, and his cock stiffening in the other's hand - despite the cool water. 

She snorted and grasped it, rubbing her thumb where it felt arousing.

Which one's pussy was he supposed to lick now, he tried to recall; they were both arousing him as though they wanted it, and he wanted to. The girls' fingers continued to arouse him, but the one recovered her tongue, and then one said: 

"It's her turn now," and the other said: 

"It's my turn."

"Um-hmm, and I want to, ... just wasn't sure whose," he replied.

"Hmm! Mine!" Maren demanded.

They all snorted with grins and hurried out of the water to the nearest mossy area. She dropped down on her back, spreading her thighs, as she grinned up at him. He moaned softly at the view of his very nubile daughter lying there with aroused nipples and exposing her pussy. Her thighs spread further, not just exposing her pussy, offering it. 

His cock was already aroused, and he saw her lick her lips as she looked at it. Did she want to suck it again?! Not yet; he wanted to start at the top: kissing her again and then sucking her breasts, and then exploring down her body to her sweet pussy. Was it going to taste like her sister's?

She looked a little disappointed when he dropped down over her head, but then chuckled in her throat and their tongues caressed, humming appreciatively when his hand found her breast and aroused her nipple. She hummed more emphatically when his mouth moved down and began to suck and nibble, her hand finding his stiff cock. If she wanted to suck it again, he thought, and lay down next to her. She rolled towards him, raising her thigh, letting him see her lovely, young pussy. But as he was drawing her hips closer, she said to her sister: 

"You don't have to do it by yourself - like I did. You can do it to him again. I want to do it to you."

He was surprised to hear that she had masturbated, and only a little less, to hear her so openly offer to lick her sister's pussy, even though he now knew that they did. If they wanted to? His cock wanted one of them to suck it again, and they both had already demonstrated how good they could do it! When had he ever had three orgasms in one day?! Never like this!!

Britta didn't hesitate to accept her sister's suggestion. She quickly joined them, raising her thigh and offering her pussy to her sister, and grasping their father's cock. His thigh slid up under her head, and he drew his other's daughter's hips closer. 

They all moaned as they made contact. Her freshly washed pussy tasted so good! But they were in no hurry. The one sucking his cock, relented and scratched his tight sack until she could grasp and stretch a fold of its skin. How did she learn that?! But she had, loosening his sack and massage his balls. His other daughter didn't seem to mind that he had been neglecting her pussy. But when he again delighted in licking it again, it rocked up against his mouth. Unnn!" And they liked to feel their assholes aroused! Before he could, a finger found his. He chuckled in response, and his hand slid down and found his daughter's. He heard both of them hum, and then three fingers were as active as their tongues.

After two such good orgasms that way, he enjoyed that a third one would take longer. Was what his daughters did "fellatio" or "cunnilingus." No, what he was doing was cunnilingus: licking cunt, lingua, Latin for tongue. 

When, where had he learned those words? Before or after he surprised his wife by doing it? Did his so experienced daughters know them? They sure knew how to do it! And weren't reluctant to show him that they did, even with each other! And the cunt he was licking - his daughter's - tasted so good, and her asshole was twitching, inviting his finger to probe. "Oooh!" Like her sister's was! Like his was! They knew what felt good!

They all came. He was pleased and a little proud that he came a third time so good, also that his daughter's so sweet pussy flooded his face as her hips jerked uncontrollably. And when the other one almost bit his cock, he hoped that she was also having a such good orgasm.

They all relaxed with sighing moans, snorting softly as they removed their fingers. 

He was a little shocked at his so willing acceptance of having sex with his daughters, and in a way that he had never done before - and to discover that they had so much experience. He was much more shocked when the one whose pussy had just flooded his face, remarked:

"Oh, Daddy, you did that so good!"

He started at her words, and after a moment replied: 

"Don't tell me, ... not like that, ... either of you," but his hand rubbed her hip, and his other daughter's head nodded on his thigh. After another, longer moment, he remarked softly: 

"You both did, too. And I enjoyed it, ... every time, ... and whatever else we do. Just shocked to hear you say that."

"Sorry. Could have thought of that."

"That's all right, just a little too surprising to hear."

He rubbed her ass again, and then slid his hand up and held her breast. "Nice," she murmured. He agreed with nod on her thigh, and then found one of his other daughter's breasts, squeezing it as he added: "Just as nice." 

She clasped her hand over his, nodding again on his thigh, then murmuring: 

"You came so good, too. Thank you."

They all snorted again, and then sat up, smiling fondly at each other. After a moment, he remarked: 

"I'm afraid that this is going to be my most ... 'memorable' two weeks here."

His daughters glanced at each other and replied:

"We hope so."

"For us, too, better than with Johan," one of them added.

"Hmm?! Sweet of you to hope so."

"You're special."

"Don't tell me! You both are, too, but I'm trying to forget how."

"We have," one replied, and the other nodded.

They returned to the cabins with the buckets of water and prepared dinner. The weather had changed, and he opened the door to the bedroom. After dinner, he re-stoked the stove and they played cards. After a few games, he went out, letting in a draft of cool air that made the girls' nipples pop out. One of them glanced at the open door to the bedroom, and they both smirked. The other one murmured: 

"If we don't go to the outhouse ...?"

"No, we'll go, too, but then .... Maybe he expects us to."

"Um-hmm. He said: 'and whatever else we do'."

They smiled and went out, enjoying the cool air and that their nipples popped out again, then surprised to see their father just standing looking off in the distance. He glanced back at them and remarked: 

"No need to use the outhouse."

"The girls both snorted and one replied: 

"I guess not. We can, too."

He snorted and shook his cock as they joined him, all of them snorting as the girls spread their knees and relaxed and let their streams arch out in the late evening light. He snorted again, watching them, and the girls gave him smirking grins. He smirked and remarked: 

"I guess so. ... I'm going to bed. Good night. ... Hmm! Thanks for a nice day."

"You too," they both replied, one adding: "We are, too."

He returned to the cabin, and the girls waited for a few moments, chuckling and exchanging smirks. Then they returned, trying not to make any noise as they opened the door, but he heard it, remarking from the bedroom: 

"I thought you were going to bed."

"We are, ... with you."

"Hmm! I guess I could have expected that; you warned me. It will be crowded."

"We know, nice and close."

"Hmm!"

The girls were crawling under the covers, one clambering over him. He let them lie with their thighs on his and their heads on his shoulders, tempted to hold their breasts, but just rubbed their backs. The girls' hands rubbed his chest in return, and they both gave him a kiss on his cheeks, murmuring: "Good night."

"I hope so, but I don't know if I can sleep like this."

"We can," one murmured. 

The other one nodded, and he felt them relax and tried to, himself, at least his cock was relaxed. He snorted silently, thinking that it should be, after three orgasms in his daughters' so eager mouths, doing the nicest thing they could for him, and letting him do it to them - their lovely young pussies! Pity that he hadn't known about that when he was their age, just having conventional sex in the dark with girls.

He tried to go to sleep, but then murmured: 

"Sorry, but I want to sleep on my side."

The girls stirred and let him turn on his side. When he put his arm around the girl in front of him, she drew his hand up to her breast. He snorted at her experience and held it. The other girl moved closer behind him, sliding her hand down on his stomach and drawing her knees up behind his. And then they all did fall asleep.

Hours later, he was dreaming, dreaming about lying like that with a girl - definitely not one of his daughters, nor their mother - some other female. He had slept all night with only a couple, and she seemed to be one of those. Um-hmm, probably that one, the one who had shown the most initiative. Had she done that? His cock had been between her thighs - was in his dream - and her fingers were urging it to slip into her. Nice! He rocked his hips up, and she moaned softly.

It wasn't a dream! Fingers were guiding his cock into a warm pussy! He opened his eyes and saw red hair in the early light - his daughter Maren's! And she was rocking her hips back to make his cock slip deeper in her pussy! Fuck! It was already in her, and it wasn't just by accident; her fingers were still there, touching his cock; she had helped it get there, wanted it there! Fuck! 

Despite his confused thoughts about it all, his hips rocked slightly, and he heard a soft, pleased sounding moan. Maybe she had done it so often with Johan that she just assumed it was his cock she had guided into her pussy. If he could dream that it was happening, she probably could, too. But it wasn't a dream - not any more. Despite everything, his hand held her breast as he murmured: 

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

"It seemed like it was."

"Hmm!"

"Just seemed like the most natural thing to do. Oh, I was dreaming ..."

"I was, too, definitely not about you."

"Hmm! Nor you, ... but that didn't matter, since we were in bed together, we must have done enough to want this to happen."

"Hmm! Some kind of logic!"

She rocked her hips slightly and demanded softly: 

"Don't talk so much, or it might slip out."

His hips responded, despite his snort and mild complaint: 

"You must know."

"We do," Britta responded, who had rolled away from him in the night. She rolled back and put her arm around him again, murmuring: 

"It was supposed to happen, would have sooner or later. Nice, this way."

"Hmm! If you say so. Too late to change anything now."

"Um-hmm," both girls agreed.

Maren's hips rocked, and his also did, his cock surging in her tight pussy. They both gave an appreciative moan, and he clutched her lower breast. Britta reached past him and held her sister's other breast. There was no chance that his cock was going to slip out, as their hips rocked again, and he wanted it deeper in her so tight young pussy. He moved down the bed a little to let him curl his hips up closer behind hers, and she nodded with soft hum, then murmuring: 




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 02



"If you don't want to be left out, Britta, you know what you can do."

"I don't; I do," she replied with snort.

He was surprised when she flung back the covers and scramble over them, lying down on the edge of the bed with her hips in front of Maren's face, who raised her head and grasped her hip. Britta's thigh slid under it, and she drew her face closer to Maren's hips.

So that's how they did it with Johan, he thought, and how they did it with each other. Obviously, very good, as he heard their tongues moistly lapping. He rocked his hips to remind Maren that his cock was still in her pussy, and then felt it tighten to whatever her sister was doing. This was going to be good, he thought, the girls' arousing each other, and his cock just enjoying the response of Maren's pussy. He squeezed her breast. 

Then he felt on his sack the breath of a sharp snort by Britta and was surprised when her hand slid over his hip. "Oooh!" Her fingers finding and rubbing his asshole. That again! That too! Maren must have started by rubbing Britta's. "Oooh!" Her fingers not just rubbing! One was probing in his! Was Maren doing that, too? They knew more about it than he did. "Oooh!" It did feel good, making his asshole and cock twitch. Did her fingertip really want to probe deeper? It did! If it wanted to! It felt good! Arousing! Making his cock surge in Maren's clutching pussy. 

Oh, this was good! And what they were doing to each other must also be good, exchanging encouraging moans. Of course; they had been doing it together for a year or two, and what Britta was doing was making Maren's pussy clutch his cock, something it only felt when he was pumping it, close to having an orgasm. But he wasn't moving it now, just her aroused pussy trying to milk his cock! God, it felt good!

His hips began slowly to rock, encouraged by Britta's finger. To hell with worrying about fucking his daughters! They wanted him to, and knew better than he did how they wanted it! Fucking better than the way he had conceived them! All right, they were a team, and babies were only conceived with one woman.

"Oooh!" Was Maren's finger in her sister's asshole, like Britta's was in his. He squeezed Maren's breast again and then reached over Britta's hip and found Maren's hand. Her finger was, even deeper and wiggling. And then Britta's was wiggling deeper in his! 

His hips began to rock faster, encouraged by Britta's hand. Maren moaned in response, and then gasped and shocked him: "God, yes! Fuck me!"

Too late to worry about her choice of language; he was already, but now not just as a reflexive response to the arousal of her pussy's squeezing his cock. His hand slid back and clutched her breast, and he pumped his cock as fast as he could in her tight pussy.

They all were gasping and groaning, and he could hear wetter noises from what the girls' tongues were doing. Then with a grunt, he came, his cock surging as he thrust it harder into her pussy, and it spurted, and she groaned louder, her body convulsing, as he came again and again, and then Britta gasped, and he felt her shudder, as she gasped: "God, yes!"

Maren's pussy was still clutching his cock, now just twitching in her, as he gasped and sighed. Both girls also sighed, and for a minute or two, their stomachs were heaving in unison as they recovered. 

Britta didn't have space to roll back and clambered back over them, not turning around on the bed. He rolled back and found one of her breasts with his hand. She put one hand on his and reached over his thigh and found his wet, wilting cock, then gathered up his balls, snorting softly as she held them in her hand and murmured: 

"I never thought about your doing that."

"Hmm!! Even when you learned about 'the birds and bees'?"

"Hmm? ... Even then."

"Wouldn't have taken as much imagination as for me to think of you two 'doing that'."

"I guess not."

She snorted and fondled his balls, and he fondled her breast, her nipple remaining soft when his thumb rubbed over it. Maren rolled back against him and turned over with her head on his shoulder, reaching over his chest and holding herself to him, and murmured: 

"I hadn't either: thought of your doing that, not really, even after yesterday."

"Sweet of you. I hadn't either, 'not really.' ... Oh, vaguely, of course, but sort of thinking that what we had done was enough, ... certainly good enough, that maybe we wouldn't want to - need to - do more."

Maren hugged him, drawing her thigh over his and rocking her pussy up against him, then murmuring: 

"But I'm glad that we did. It was so good! Thank you."

"It sure was, thank you, ... both of you."

He fondled Britta's breast, who fondled his balls in return, and hugged Maren. Her hand slid down and found his soft cock, and his slid over her side and held her breast. After a moment, he snorted and remarked: 

"I guess this is the ultimate in 'being familiar'."

The girls snorted and fondled his cock and balls. Then Maren remarked: 

"You'll get your turn, Britta. Won't she? I was just lucky that you went to sleep facing me."

"Of course, ... even if I don't have another dream like that."

"Mmmm! That's a nice promise. Hm-hmm! Something to look forward to."

She scratched behind his balls, and her sister slid his foreskin down, snorting as her thumb rubbed over the now small, soft head of his cock. He snorted and said: 

"Just something to look forward to; it needs to do something else right now."

"Oooh! Now I do, too," both girls replied. 

With chuckles, they got up and hurried outside, all going together only a few steps from the cabin, snickering as they glanced at each other's streams. "Just being 'very familiar'," one of the girls said, and they all chuckled. He glanced at the clouds in the sky to the west and said that it looked like as though the weather could change, and they returned to the cabin, now completely comfortable with being naked - if any one of them wasn't already.

They washed, the girls washing their pussies unconcernedly, and he his cock and balls. When he relit the fire in the stove, the girls said that they had to get their pills. He just snorted with a nod, and they went to the other cabin. He thought it took a minute two longer than necessary before they returned, smiling slightly wryly as they took them with a drink from the dipper in one of the buckets. They all began making breakfast.

Since the girls didn't say anything, he also didn't, easy, since nothing occurred to him to say. He did notice the girls glancing at each other. Finally, as they were about to sit down, the older one, Britta, asked a little shyly: 

"Do you think we are wicked?"

Since the girls glanced at each other, and Maren nodded, he assumed that "we" referred to them and connected that with their having taken their pills. He replied with his own question: 

"Because you have the pill, ... and - I guess - what that allows you to do?"

"Hmm?! ... Well, sort of, I guess, ... but ..., uh, ... we were thinking about all of us."

"Let's eat," he replied, stalling for time to think of a reply, recognizing that the girls must have been talking about it in the other cabin.

As they sat down, delaying conversation for a few moments to begin eating, he rather liked that they had raised the subject, but wasn't sure how to reply. Then Maren asked: 

"What do you think, ... are we?"

"Hmm? I guess that includes me."

The girls nodded, waiting for him to continue. He hesitated, snorting with a quizzical expression, and then said: 

"I guess I should. ... Of course, I should. And since you asked, I guess you know why."

The girls nodded again, waiting. He snorted again, smiling wry, and said: 

"If you really want to know what I was thinking the whole time: of course, I was surprised when you said that you wanted to go nude, thinking that I should tell you that you couldn't, but then realizing that I couldn't stop you, if you really did, ... just start an argument. Hmm! And I'll admit that the thought of getting to see you both nude was attractive. And then you really surprised me by telling about Johan, but I wasn't thinking about anything like that happening."

"We weren't, either," one of the girls interjected.

"And then you surprised me in the morning. So much for my stopping you, and, of course, I enjoyed looking at you. Hmm? Maybe I had unconsciously already made up my mind to dare to go nude when I didn't put on more clothes, or maybe that just seemed superfluous, since you had already seen me in my shorts. And, of course, I knew that it was pleasant to be nude, and ..., well, for a man, when working hard in the sun, it feels nice to be aware of what's down there swinging freely."

"And nice to see," the other girl interjected.

"Hmm! And I guess I kind of liked the idea of your being able to see me. Oh, I had some idea about not being a spoilsport or appearing to be a prude, but I think that was just an excuse, an attempt at one."

The girls nodded with smiles, and he snorted with a wry grin. Then Britta repeated her question: 

"Are we wicked?"

"Do you think so?"

The girls glanced at each other, and then Maren replied: 

"We don't want to think so, not more wicked than when we seduced Johan."

"Did you seduce me?"

"I don't think we intended to, ... but then at the lake ... Well, ... it just looked like you wanted us to do something."

"Hmm?! And I guess I did. At least, I was curious about what you might think, ... maybe say, but I wasn't imagining that you would say that, nor that Britta really would. ... Hmm?! Hm-hmm! If I was thinking 'wicked', not in any moral context, that it was just about its feeling wickedly good. ... Yesterday, too, even more wickedly good."

"We did too. Of course, we know that we aren't supposed to do it."

"True, ... but, ... well, I haven't ..., if anyone has been taken advantage of, it's been me, and I certainly haven't minded, ... don't mind. And if we enjoy it ..."

"We do!" both girls replied, nodding with smiles - and erect nipples.

"Better ask someone else about whether we're being wicked. Hm-hmm! No, better not!"

"We won't!" the girls again replied in unison.

They all more snickered than laughed, nodding and grinning. Maren exclaimed: 

"You're the best ..." 

She bit off the rest of her sentence, blushing and then more softly adding: 

"You know what I mean, and not just for that, for being able to speak so openly."

"That's all right. Probably more daddies should speak so openly with their daughters, but never are asked to, dare to. Wouldn't have happened without the other."

"You are," she repeated, and her sister nodded. He acknowledged with a smile.

They cleared the table and cleaned up. When they went outside, the clouds in the west were nearer, but the sun from the southeast was still strong. They found a place to sit facing it. When the girls spread their thighs to let the sun warm between them, he spread his, murmuring with a snort: 

"I know, it feels good for me, too."

"Um-hmm, just don't get a sunburn," one replied.

They chuckled, and the girls drew up their feet and let their thighs flop wider open. For a minute or two, he enjoyed the nice feeling of the sun warming his cock and balls, aware that they all were hanging lower. Then he murmured: 

"If we can talk about everything, how did it happen that you 'seduced' Johan?"

"Hmm! It was easy," Maren remarked.

"After I talked you into helping."

"Yes, maybe, but then it was easy."

"He was shy and embarrassed, but two girls asking him to go skinny dipping with them was an offer he couldn't pass up." 

"And then, well, it was sort of like with you."

"Hmm! Of course. But you were eager to do it?"

"Britta had already slept with her boyfriend, so ..."

"You had?!"

"Um-hmm, but not very good."

"And how did you imagine it could be with Johan, the both of you?"

"Did we think about that? We just wanted to see him naked."

"That's not true; in that Swedish story, the girls didn't just do it with each other, but also together with him, with both the men in the story."

Their father snorted sharply and remarked: 

"No, yes, the kind of story I wouldn't have wanted you to read."

"But we had, and you know that we started doing it together, so it was only intriguing to want to include him."

"I guess so. ... Hmm?! ... And who else? Not just with each other?"

Maren smiled easily and replied: 

"Just my boyfriend last year. You must have known, since Mom told you I had the pill."

He nodded and looked at Britta. She gave him a wry smile, blushing a little, and said: 

"Two or three more."

"'More'? More than Maren?" he asked with a chuckle and impudent smile. Before Britta could, Maren replied with a grin: 

"More like four, not counting Johan."

"Hmm! It wasn't like that when I was your age. And like that, like you do?"

The sisters glanced at each other and then both shook their heads with disappointed expressions. Britta then gave him another wry smile and murmured: 

"Didn't let us. I mean, they didn't. Oh, they probably would have let us, but already wanted to do it."

Maren nodded. He snorted softly, also nodding, and agreed: 

"I wouldn't have, back then either. Hm-hmm! Didn't even know about that, much less, imagine that a girl would want to."

His daughters grinned and chuckled. Then Maren grinned even more broadly and said: 

"Aren't you glad that we do?!"

Her father just nodded with a smile, including Britta, who also smiled and nodded. He refilled their coffee cups, and they all had a sip. They glanced at each other again, all of them shrugging slightly with little smiles. He drew a breath and opened his mouth, then closed it. Britta's cheeks rose, just her eyes smiling, and she asked: 

"Girls? You wanted to ask if we have with them? I haven't. She has."

"Britta! He didn't ask!"

He nodded, but with a smirk. He agreed: 

"I didn't, but I was about to."

"Only a couple, really, only two," Maren replied with resigned expression, then sticking her tongue out at her sister.

He and Britta almost laughed, and then did, when she responded: 

"Oh! Oooh! Like that!"

Maren had to laugh with them. It was a few moments before they could catch their breath again. Maren nodded, smiling wryly, then remarking to her sister: 

"But it wasn't as good as with you, not what they did, either." 

"But they did, tried to?" he asked, while Britta gave a pleased smile.

Maren rolled her eyes and explained softly: 

"It was all a little embarrassing. The one hadn't slept with a boy, maybe didn't care about them, maybe why she had heard about girls' doing it. I didn't know that at the time, just liked that she suggested it; I wasn't going to. So we did. She was embarrassed about getting naked, and I then also was, embarrassed that maybe she could think that I already had done it. Oh, she liked it, both ways, but I was shy about showing her that I knew how to make it better."

"You should have," Britta remarked.

"And let her think that I was like her?"

"And the other one?"

"Hmm! At least I didn't have to tell what the boys did and didn't do. Don't know how she had the idea, not like the other one. She sure knew about boys, 'knew' more of them than I did, and must have also known from somewhere what girls could do. Hmm? It wasn't my idea, but I guess she asked the right girl about trying it. Hm-hmm! She did! Hm-hmm! I was just being polite before; We did it real good! A couple of times, between boyfriends."

"Between boyfriends?!"

"When we didn't have one," explained with a smiled wryly. Britta nodded, grinning, and said: 

"Why I thought it might have been more than just those two."

"You would have too, with her," Maren replied with her own grin.

"Probably, no, just maybe; couldn't let her think that we are both like that."

"We aren't, and she isn't, and I told her that." 

"You aren't!" he remarked, shaking his head with a grin. Then he smirked, his lips moving to a wry smile, and added: 

"I doubt many fathers know what their daughters do."

Maren nodded with a smile and replied: 

"Just as well that they don't."

"But I like that you do," Britta enjoined, adding: 

"Why not, if you do with us? If we do with you."

"Hmm? I guess so," he agreed, then remarking: 

"Better than thinking that you just want to with me."

"Or you with us," Maren responded. 

"We don't," Britta replied, then adding: 

"But we do, here, like this."

He nodded, and Maren nodded, glancing at each other and then at Britta, nodding again. They all smiled at their agreement. 

When he reached for his plate, they all got up and cleared the table and cleaned up at the sink in the cabin. Very at ease with each other after their long conversation, they agreed to sunbathe and found the nearest convenient spot. 

Lying again between his daughters, he did wonder if or when one of them would say or do anything referring to their new relationship, but was now so at ease with it that his cock only enjoyed the warmth of the sun, despite his noticing that the girls opened their thighs to let it shine on their pussies. As they lay there in silence, the warmth from the sun let his cock grow longer, resting on his slack sack. To free it from his thighs, he reached down and jostled his balls. When the girls chuckled, he realized that his unconscious action could be misunderstood. It was. 

"You're not suggesting something?" Britta asked with a grin.

"No! Three times yesterday and then this morning ..."

"Last year, we once made Johan come six times."

"Hmm?! You kept score?"

"Not really; just that once, ... counting after we got home," Maren replied, adding:

"He didn't complain, and usually we made it easy for him, like this morning; he just had to be there."

"'Just had to be there'! You two!"

"You asked about him."

"Maybe I shouldn't have."

"But it's kind of fun to tell, ... to share. With whom else?"

"No one, I hope."

"Only with you, and now we have."

"Hmm? What are we going to talk about for the rest of the time here?"

"Almost three whole weeks. ... We don't have to talk all the time."

"Hmm! When we go shopping this weekend, remind me to buy some books."

"Hm-hmm! If they're the right kind!"

"Ibsen's plays, Björnson's poems, something you can brag about having read this fall."

"That wasn't what I was thinking of."

"I didn't think so, but it's still a good idea; can't just ... , well, you know."

"We could!" Britta replied.

The girls both grinned, their thighs moving, as they glanced at his cock.

"That's unfair; two against one! And I'm not Johan."

"What made you think that's what she meant?" Maren asked with feigned innocence.

"Her tight nipples."

"They weren't!" Britta complained.

But they were after he mentioned them. She smirked and circled one with a finger, humming softly.

He snorted and said the first thing that came to mind: 

"I'm going to lick and suck them - all of them - but not right now."

As though the girls had been wait for his suggestion, they scrambled around on either side of him, each with a knee between his thighs, and offered him their breasts, their hands under them, moving then enticingly as they leaned forward.

"That was a mistake," he murmured, but put his lips to the nearest one, licking its stiff tip and then also sucking, while the girl's fingers squeezed her firm breast, and she hummed in appreciation. To be fair, his hand slid up the other girl's stomach and found her breast. She let him hold it, but as his thumb flipped her stiff nipple, he realized that that could also have been a mistake - if he had been serious about not wanting anything to start. Her hand immediately dropped down and found his cock. It began to stiffen in her fondling grasp. "Um-hmmm!" she responded with a deep chuckle. As it rose, she slid her palm over its knob and let it rise. They all chuckled, and he gave a final lick over the nipple and murmured: 




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 02



"Okay, okay; I'll lick and suck all of them now."

He turned his head and found the other girl's nipple - just as stiff, but a little different. His hand slid over to hold her other breast, as he sucked and nibbled, eliciting a pleased hum. His other hand found her sister's other breast. Then he was surprised to feel her hand join the one already on his cock, its fingers competing a little for contact with his cock, that twitched in response. "Um-hmm," he acknowledged and made his cock twitch again. "Um-hmm!" the girls responded, their index fingers both trying to rub the back of his knob. 

He urged the other girl to offer him her breast and leaned towards it, as she turned her shoulders to let his mouth find it. As he licked and sucked, he felt that the girls were leaning closer together, but couldn't know that they had their arms around each other's waist - until Britta twitched with a giggle, squeezing his cock involuntarily, and murmured: "Stop that! She's tickling me." Then Maren twitched with a giggle and murmured: "Okay! Now lick and suck her other one."

He did, by then realizing that their fingers were suggesting that they wanted his cock to do something more than just twitch in their hands. What! With which one of them? How?

Maren murmured: 

"It's Britta's turn."

"Oooh! Thanks, nice of you to remember."

He let her nipple pop from his mouth and remarked: 

"I didn't think you kept score."

"Hm-hmm! Only until we lose count," Maren replied, snickering, then adding: 

"Lie down. I know what I want you to do."

He snorted, wondering what she meant and murmuring as he obeyed: 

"Putty in your hands."

"Luckily not," she replied, squeezing his stiff cock. 

"What about Maren?"

"She can do anything she likes. Hmm! And I'm going to do 'everything' I like!"

Britta began to move. He raised his head and watched her moving down between his legs without releasing his cock. When he lowered his head, he was surprised when Maren immediately began to straddle his chest, facing his cock and her sister. She moved so smoothly that he had to think that she had done it many times before, especially when her hips lowered her pussy almost perfectly on his mouth.

For a moment, he wondered if he was going to arouse and satisfy her as well as Johan - or whoever else - had, wondering with whom she might also have had experience this way. Then he remembered her "Oh Daddy, you did that so good," regaining confidence, and his tongue found her pussy - already moist pussy.

Then he felt Britta's lips slip around the head of his cock, as though she had been waiting for him to start. Could she see what his tongue was doing? Then his attention was split between what he was doing and what she was doing, both very arousing. 

He loved licking his daughter's young pussy and making her respond with moans and twitches, despite what his other daughter was doing to distract him, making his cock twitch and surge in her warm mouth and making him moan, which seemed also to arouse her sister. How long was she going to continue to suck his cock? He had expected that she wanted to really do it - "her turn" - after what they had done in bed. If she wanted him to come in her mouth, he was going to have to do more to arouse Britta before he did. He slid his hands up to her breasts, dislodging her hands. With a loud "um-hmm," she encouraged his fingers to pinch and roll her stiff nipples, and her hips twitched, rocking her clitoris harder against his busy tongue.

Britta must know that he was about to come; his hips beginning to twitch. If she didn't relent immediately, it was going to happen, like when he was their age, before he wanted to. But no one had sucked his cock like that back then, nor had he licked a pussy, much less, its happening all at once. The pussy he was licking - yeah, Maren's - was just going to have to wait. He grunted and thrust his cock deeper in Britta's mouth, giving her a long spurt, and felt her moan, as he spurted again and again. 

He relaxed, and Britta raised her head, still holding his cock in her hand. But then she was moving, getting her legs from between his, and he felt her moving forward. 

"Now 'everything'," she remarked. 

He felt her move further, and felt her pubic hair brush the head of his cock. She did want to really do it! Did she think he could come again?! "Oh yes!" he heard Maren exclaim softly. Did she think so, too?! For sure, she wanted him finally to give her her orgasm. "Oooh!" Britta was finding her opening with the head of his cock. "Uhnn!" It was still stiff enough to let her help it slip in her already moist pussy. She obviously had experience with doing that and too apparently, that they had done this together before. 

He heard Britta hummed as her fingers kept his cock straight while she lowered her pussy on it, accompanied by a soft moan from Maren. She was watching her! She chuckled softly and pressed his hands to her breasts, and her hips twitched on his face. His tongue returned to arousing her. 

The arousing sensations on his cock and tongue made his thoughts come in confused bits: fucking and licking ... more being fucked ... by his daughter ... his other daughter ... fucked the other one that morning in bed ... while her sister licked her pussy! "Oooh!" No one had ever fucked him like that ... rocking and circling her hips on his cock! What a sweet, young pussy! Both of them ... to lick and taste and to squeeze his cock like that. "Uhnnn!" It was going to have to do what it could; ... I have to make this pussy come and flood my face. 

For a few moments, he forgot about what was happening on his hips, concentrating on what his tongue could do, encouraged by the way her hips twitched and by her encouraging moans. They became more aroused - to his delight - and then he was aware that the other pussy had stopped churning on his cock. That let him concentrate more, eager to give the pussy on his face what it wanted and deserved. 

Vaguely aware that both girls were moaning together, he did, gratified when it twitched on his mouth and Maren's - but he wasn't remembering whose - pussy spurted on his tongue, as she gave a pulsing groan, and her body quivered, her thighs clutching sides. So good! So arousing to enjoy, to experience! He had given it what it wanted and deserved, what it needed.

Pleased with himself, his tongue stilled, and he caught his breath, relieved by his success, and then relieved, when she dropped down with a long moan and rolled off him, and he could take a long deeper breath, his face now free of her pussy. As he was taking another breath, about to wipe his face, another voice demanded: "Now fuck!" 

The pussy holding his cock rocked to and fro, squeezing it. As Maren's leg passed over his head, her sister dropped down over him with a wide-eyed, aroused expression on her face. Fuck! My daughter Britta, he thought, feeling her pussy clutch his cock again. 

"Fuck! Kiss!" she demanded softly. 

As they did, more kissing than fucking, their tongues more fucking than their hips, he thought: "Anything, every way she wants," feeling his cock twitch in her pussy and confirming that it could. But first, she wanted him to suck her aroused nipples, moving up on him a little to offer them to his mouth. After he had sucked and nibbled on both of them, her hips twitched down, her pussy squeezing his stiff cock again, and she murmured: "Fuck!"

He did, she did, their hips rocking together. When his hands slid down to hold her ass, she nodded and murmured: "That too."

It took him a moment to recall what she meant. Then his his fingers slipped into crack of her ass. She nodded with moan, and his fingers found her asshole, rubbing, feeling it tighten and relax, and tighten again. She nodded again with another moan. When his finger hesitated, she insisted softly: 

"Do it."

Her hips stilled for a moment, while his finger found its center and probed. She grunted, and then began to fuck his cock again. He thought again: "Anything, any way she wants," and drew his thighs up between hers and rocked his hips up harder, slapping against hers, thrusting his cock as hard and deep and fast in her tight pussy as he could. 

For a moment, the thought passed through his mind that it was unfair that he should learn so late how good fucking could be, that he had to learn with his daughters. But then he was only aware of the so arousing sensations her tight and clenching pussy were giving his cock. Their moans shifted to even more aroused groans, as their hip slapped together.

"Fuck! Fuck! Come! Make her come!" he was thinking.

They did with desperate sounding grunts, his cock spurting deep in her pussy, as it wet his pubic hair, her pussy juice running down warm on his tight sack. With final grunts and groans, their hips stilled, and she collapsed heavily on him.

She rocked her hips to extend her legs without dislodging his cock. He had to recall that his wife sometimes was on top, but never like this had been, and that his cock had always slipped out of her pussy when extended her legs. "What kind of experience did his daughter - both of them - have?" he wondered. Then he smiled to himself with the thought that he was very lucky now to know. 

When Britta recovered, she raised her head and moved up on him a little, and his cock then did slip out of her pussy. She snorted softly with a nod and kissed him - not much better than a daughter should kiss her father. He did too, as a father, his hands holding her naked body to his. She murmured: 

"You're the best ...." She started over: "You're the best a girl could want."

"Not supposed to be, not like this," he replied, but rubbed his daughter's back.

"You are," Maren agreed with her sister, crawling around and reaching over to turn his face to her and kissing him. The tips of their tongues caressed for a moment. Then she chuckled and murmured with her lips on his: 

"I just love your tongue," and hers thrust between his lips.



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When Britta recovered, she raised her head and moved up on him a little, and his cock then did slip out of her pussy. She snorted softly with a nod and kissed him - not much better than a daughter should kiss her father. He did too, as a father, his hands holding her naked body to his. She murmured: 

"You're the best ...." She started over: "You're the best a girl could want."

"Not supposed to be, not like this," he replied, but rubbed his daughter's back.

"You are," Maren agreed with her sister, crawling around and reaching over to turn his face to her and kissing him. The tips of their tongues caressed for a moment. Then she chuckled and murmured with her lips on his: 

"I just love your tongue," and hers thrust between his lips. 

Britta watched them French kiss for a few moments, then turned his face back towards hers and said: 

"I do too."

"And yours, too, especially like that," he replied before their mouths met again. 

They kissed as intensively as they could, until Maren chuckled again and drew her sister's face to hers, remarking: 

"And I love yours too."

Surprised, he watched them kiss, then chuckled softly and murmured: 

"I guess so, if you do that."

The girls nodded, continuing to let him see that their tongues were caressing. When they stopped, they both grinned at him and nodded again with an emphatic "Um-hmm!" Maren added: 

"Before I got to kiss a boy that good."

"But then?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, I probably surprised the first one, but he didn't mind."

"I bet!" he agreed, and after a moment remarked: 

"Well, I don't have to wonder any more about how both of you could share Johan, not after before breakfast and now."

The girls nodded again, and Maren replied: 

"He had read the story in that Swedish magazine, maybe wasn't so surprised."

"Hmm? Maybe a good thing that he had."

"We thought so," Britta agreed with a grin.

Maren nodded. In the meantime, they had sat up. He asked: 

"Did you plan to do it with him."

"Did we?" Maren asked her sister."

"It just happened. Well, I guess we wanted to see what would happen if we went skinny dipping."

"Something like that. Don't know what would have happened, if he hadn't."

"But he did," he remarked.

Both girls nodded with grins. He snorted, then after pause said: 

"Maybe I'm lucky that he did." 

"We are too," Maren agreed, still grinning, and Britta nodded. 

They all chuckled with smiles. Then the sunlight dimmed, and they all looked up to see a first cloud hiding the sun and that the cloud bank would soon hide it completely. As Britta stood up, she snorted and remarked: "Looks like a good afternoon for a nap."

He slapped her bottom. She laughed with a nod and watched him stand up, then remarked with feigned solicitation: 

"Oh, we shouldn't have done that, at least, not out here."

"Maybe not anywhere; why not out here?"

"Your bottom and shoulders are all wrinkled and dirty."

She began to brush his ass, and Maren joined to brush his shoulders, then both of them more than just brushing. They all chuckled and returned to the cabin. Without a comment, they immediately washed themselves, the girls then washing his backside. He thanked them, and they volunteered to make lunch.

He sat down on the old sofa and put his feet up, enjoying watching them. After a few moments, he snorted and said: 

"Did anyone ever tell you that you have nice figures, especially your breasts."

"No," one replied, smiling at him.

"Oh, lots," the other replied with sly grin.

"She's bragging; it could only have been two or three. Johan doesn't count."

"And he never did. But four; one told me before I let anyone see them."

"That doesn't count."

"Just because no one said that to you?"

"Hm-hmm! They were 'the strong silent type,' just showed their appreciation by holding them."

They all chuckled, and the girls returned to preparing lunch, while he wondered how many boys had actually seen their breasts, understanding that they had just been joking, that they probably wouldn't want admit to more than three or four each, a plausible number - not too many probably for girls now. Had they slept with them all? Had they both slept with the same one - not counting Johan? He glanced at his cock, blushing slightly at his also excluding himself. 

He changed the subject, wondering what they would do in the afternoon, but after Britta's remark about a nap, that was not really a change of the subject, even if was a logical suggestion - the nap, not having more sex. But they were going to have more - one and half weeks together alone before his wife joined them. With another glance at his cock, he snorted softly at the thought that it would have responded, if he had ever thought seriously about that in the past, but it didn't now, not after the way they had spent the forenoon. Really, a week and a half like that? When did they have their periods? Only three weeks between them? All of them the three weeks together? Too much of a coincidence.

The girls called him to lunch. They had made a special effort, and he complimented them. They had lunch, talking about other things, even though it occurred to him to ask them about their periods. Before they had finished, it was overcast and a draft cooler air filled the room. The girls insisted on cleaning up without his help. He noticed that their nipples popped out, when another draft cooled them, and closed the door, looking out to see that it would probably rain. 

While he was starting a fire in the stove, it occurred to him that under other circumstances, if they had been wearing clothes, they all would just have put on sweaters. But they weren't, and it certainly hadn't occurred to him to suggest that they get dressed. The girls gave him slight smiles, nodding, as though they had similar thoughts. As the kindling flared up, he snorted, admitting to himself that wearing clothes was the last thing they all had in mind. So be it, even if the girls had their periods, if they wanted to be naked with the string of a tampon showing. At least, then they would just being going naked with each other, just three nudist enjoying themselves. He snorted silently, admitting that it wasn't really like that, not after all they had done. Then he thought that it would be disappointing if they had to spend the last few days like that; better if the girls had them sooner, and they all could enjoy themselves together again. He didn't snort again, reconciled with his admission that he wanted to enjoy having sex with them - no euphemisms - if both of them could tell him "Fuck me!" even if they all avoided using other specific words - speaking them. What words did the girls use in their thoughts?

They had finished cleaning up, when he closed the stove and stood up. Naked as the the day they were born, he thought, as they turned to him, just infinitely more attractive - could be nude models. He said the first thing that came to mind: 

"Which one of you can draw?"

The girls glanced at each other, and then Britta replied: 

"Maren can better than I."

"But not very good. Why?"

"Hmm! I was thinking it would be nice to have a picture of you. Oh! I guess we would have to burn them."

"We would!" both girls replied, but smirked at his suggestion, and one snorted and added: 

"And one of you, too."

"Didn't think about that. If you wanted to."

Maren grinned and said: 

"I could try. Hm-hmm! We certainly didn't have any practice in school with nude models, but a little trying to draw figures."

"Um-hmm. I could try. It would be fun," Britta agreed.

"What I thought, too, ... even if I had to pose for a couple."

"You would. ... Hm-hmm! We could just do torsos: no faces, hands or feet; they're difficult."

"But everything else!" 

He snorted, grinning at Britta, and remarked: 

"I can imagine what you think of when you say 'everything'."

"You're right!" she agreed with a grin."

They all snorted, and she snickered, adding: 

"Before and after," and they all laughed.

"But we don't have any paper or pencils," Maren remarked.

"Start a shopping list, also for anything else we could need," he replied.

She found a small note pad and a began a list, all sitting at the table as the others suggesting what food they could need. He remembered that they had forgotten their portable radio. When the girls didn't add anything, he asked tentatively: 

"And won't you two need something - three weeks out here?"

The girls glanced at each other, shaking their heads with slight smiles, and Britta replied: 

"If that's what you mean, no. And if we did, we'd have brought them."

Maren nodded, and then smirked slightly and added: 

"What you think about."

He smiled apologetically, replying: 

"Just trying to be helpful - three whole weeks?"

The girls glanced at each other again, snorting, and Britta replied: 

"Mom suggested these three weeks for our vacation, to save us from the ... nuisance, ... and we both have them at the same time."

"Hmm! No one tells me anything. That's good."

The girls glanced at each other again, smirking slightly, and Britta added: 

"We think so, ... especially now."

"And hope you do, too," Maren added.

"I guess so. ... Hm-hmm! Good thing that I thought of drawing as an alternative activity."

They all laughed again. 

But they still had a couple of days with nothing else to do, but they did plenty of that. It began to rain that afternoon and continued the next day. They agreed to return to Bergen for shopping a day earlier, but till then they only had each other for company. The girls were very considerate - in their way - not just relieving him of kitchen duty, but also saving him from as much effort as possible - in bed, on the sofa. Thursday afternoon - it was still raining - they even offered to show him how they did it together when no one was at home to hear them. 

He only understood that as he watched them take turns. One began to lick the other's pussy. As she became aroused, he was surprised to see that her asshole was also licked, before the tongue returned to her pussy. When it seemed that she was beginning to have her orgasm, two fingers plunged into her pussy. She writhed with gasps and loud groans, obviously even more aroused - more than either of them had seemed to be before, but her sister's fingers didn't relent, following her around on the bed, as she continued to writhe uncontrollably, her breasts jiggling, almost crying, as though she were in pain, but her sister apparently knew that she still wanted more - or could still stand more. Finally, she relented, letting her recover, her body still twitching. He wondered how many orgasms she had had.

Slowly, her moans just became sighs. She almost giggled with a grin, opening her eyes and seeing him, his cock very aroused and bobbing. A startled expression passed over her face, and she exclaimed softly: 

"Oh gosh! I forgot that you were here watching. Hmm! Guess we showed you."

"Oooh! I forgot you, too! I guess we did! But now it's my turn. You don't have to watch."

He nodded and fondled his balls. The girls snorted, and then he watched the same spectacle with reversed roles. Even though they both had been reminded that he was watching, they didn't hesitate to let him see it all happen again, even the surprising asshole licking, which they both seemed to enjoy. His hand had slid up and was holding his cock, slowly, unconsciously, rubbing it.

When their second demonstration was finished, and the second girl had recovered, she looked at him, this time not surprised, just snorting to see him holding his very aroused cock. She snorted again and murmured to her sister: 

"You do it."

She nodded without grin, just moved over on the bed. She snorted at seeing that it was already drooling clear liquid and licked up the drop on his hole and began to suck his cock. He came before he wanted to, but it was a relief to fill her mouth with his semen. When she immediately turned and dropped down and kissed her sister, apparently sharing it with her sister, he was surprised, but it seemed somehow appropriate. The girls sat up and looked at him with wry smirks. He smirked back and remarked: 

"Now I know why you only do it like that, when no one is home."

The girls nodded, and then one said: 

"But then we don't get to do what we just did, just get to taste each other."

"Hmm! Maybe I shouldn't have learned that you can do it that good, ... or maybe that bad."

"Oh, it's good - very good! - even though it might not look or sound like it."

"That's a relief; it didn't. ... Uh, ... do any guys ever do it to you 'that good', ... you know, not like that."

The girls snorted, glancing at each other and shaking their heads slightly. Then one replied: 

"Not with me, and I wouldn't think of suggesting it; they can't come that many times."

"Nor with me. Hm-hmm! But you can try, if you want to."

"Hmm! Don't know if I would dare to."

They all chuckled, and then the other one said: 

"Johan probably did it best of all: like we did, and then like he could; he said he came twice."

"Without missing a stroke."

They all snorted, and she continued: 

"Can't ask them to do more, might sound like a complaint."

"Even if they didn't do it near that good"

"But, of course, it's always good, good enough."

"And, even if we could tell them, they would have to wonder how we got the idea of wanting it anything like that."

"Hmm! For sure, even if they didn't really know how you got the idea," he agreed.

The girls nodded with snickers, and then the other one repeated the offer: 

"But you can try. I'm sure we won't be disappointed."

"And we wouldn't tell you."

"Hmm! Sounds like something for a younger man to try."

"Sometimes they come too soon."

"What you two know!"

That night, for the first time, they went to bed together and got up without doing anything. His cock had slipped between the thighs of the girl he was facing, but neither of them awoke, and it wasn't there in the morning. 

They washed and had breakfast and finally put on clothes after all the days being naked together. As they looked at each other with wry smiles, he asked: 

"And if it rains again in Bergen, shouldn't you be wearing bras?"

"When no one else does in the summer?"

"Hmm! I guess it never rained when I was on the street."

"Looking for wet shirts?"

"Hmm! Now that I knew; I will."

They all snickered and hiked down to their car. 

At home in Bergen, they found a card from his wife, their mother, that she was going to have to spend at least the following two weeks with her parents. They exchanged smiles at that information. Then they all took showers. Before he called their mother, he sent the girls off shopping. They nodded, understanding that it might be difficult for him to talk to their mother after all they had been doing. They just grinned at his explanation that he didn't want to be seen with them if it rained.

The conversation with his wife was fine, until she asked softly: 

"And the girls didn't want to go topless, I hope?"

"They did. Did they tell you?"

"Before we knew that I had to be here. Did they?"

"I couldn't stop them, but they kept their pants on."

"Hmm! You, too, I hope."

"Of course. I guess most girls their age go topless when they can in the summer. At least it sounded like it."

"But not with their fathers, I hope."

"Can't be helped. Was I supposed to run after them with their tops? That would have been quite a scene."

"Hmm! Hm-hmm! I guess so. Try to enjoy yourselves."

"We are. I have suggested that they can do some sketching, when were not out hiking."

"Nice idea. Oh, and greetings from my parents, and to the girls."

"They're out shopping. We came back a day earlier, since the weather hasn't been so good. And love to you and them."

"You too."

They hung up. He was relieved that he had been able to tell a little truth about the girls going topless, but then realized that they were going to have to have some sketches to show when they returned home - definitely not any of the type that they had been talking about.

Normally, there would have been a load of laundry to be washed after a week at the cabin. He thought that they should have brought the sheets from his bed. Definitely! They could use the ones from the girls' bed and the following week wash them all. He checked the mail, snorting when a short downpour came, thinking that he would be more observant in the future to notice if all girls really didn't wear bras in the summer.

The girls returned, grinning with glances at their wet shirts, glued to their breasts and stiff nipples. One said: 

"Everybody's do; no one cares."

"But I bet they noticed."

"And if they do? Just natural."

"A couple did, ... especially that tourist."

"The others, too. The girls looked a little embarrassed."

"Their fault, if they're so prudish. Hm-hmm! I bet they were jealous, that the guys were looking at us."

He snorted with a grin and added: 

"And thinking: those shameless Norwegian girls; what do they wear or do, when they're not in town?"

"If they really knew!"

They all snickered. He told about his conversation with the girls' mother. They were pleased to hear that he had told her that they were going topless, chuckling at his argument, agreeing that it would simplify things, if she saw them with less on, "unless she sees us without panties." That they would have to have other sketches to show, was less enthusiastically received, but understood. That reminded the girls that they still had to buy paper, since they hadn't want to risk its getting wet in the rain. The girls found dry shirts, and they loaded the car, stopping for the paper on their way back to where they had to hike back up to the cabin.

It was late afternoon, and the cabin had cooled down. He suggested that the girls fetch the sheets from their unused bed and that they put the used ones on theirs in the other cabin. They snorted, understanding his wanting to avoid any questions if someone dropped by. He started a fire in the stove as the girls went off, wondering if - more, when - the girls would think to take off their clothes.

They still had them on, when they returned and made up the bed. And they kept them on, as they all started to prepare dinner. But when things had been put on the stove to cook, one of them said: 

"I think it's warm enough now," and began to strip off her shirt.

The other followed immediately as he snorted and remarked: 

"I was wondering how long we would keep them on."

Then they were all naked again, smirking slightly as they looked at each other, getting accustomed again to seeing each other that way. Maren snorted and remarked: 

"If the tourists could see us now."

"Hmm! Probably not much better than what they could envisage."

"Hm-hmm! Maybe not, but they could have been wondering if I really have red hair."

Maren fluffed up her carrot red pubic hair. The others snorted, and her father replied: 

"I doubt it, doubt that that they would occur to them. ... Hm-hmm! Maybe whether your nipples were a lighter or dark shade of pink."

"They're very light pink."

She circled them with a finger, adding with a smirk: 

"Everyone knows that, who has seen a girl with my fair skin."

"Hmm! I didn't, but I hadn't seen one before.

They all chuckled and returned to tending the cooking. During their meal, he asked them what they wanted sketch, not surprised when Maren immediately replied: 

"You, of course, and each other."

"Um-hmm, you and Britta; it will be easier to draw her nipples - more contrast."

Britta's darker nipples popped out for a moment. She looked down at them with a snort and brushed one with the back of her fork, making it pop out again. In a parental stern, but jocular tone, he remarked: 




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 03



"Just eat your meal. One doesn't do that with the cutlery."

They all snorted with smirks and resumed eating. After a bite, he said: 

"I meant, to take home."

"Britta snorted and replied: 

"Since you told her that we were going topless, we could still do sketches of each other."

"Hmm! I guess so, but I was thinking about scenery or sketches of the cabins, or something in them, ... yes, something in the other cabin. ... I don't think ... we need any reminders of your being like this, even half 'like this'."

"Just for you," Britta replied, giving him an innocently sweet smile.

"Hmm!"

Maren smiled - less innocently - and agreed: 

"Okay, I will try to sketch one of our beds in the other cabin, with sheets."

"That doesn't seem a very motivated subject."

"Oooh! I know, you can sketch me in my bed - all of me! Nothing wrong with your sketching your sister in the privacy of our bedroom. Front or back?"

"Back, with panties!" he interjected. 

Maren grinned and agreed: 

"No problem; I can add them later - tight panties." 

"Hmm!"

"And what will I draw?" Britta asked.

"Me, of course, and not any partial images of him, like I think you were suggesting."

"Finish your dinner," he remarked with smirk.

The girls nodded with impish grins and did. They cleaned up, while he re-stoked the stove and tuned the portable radio to a station that would have news and weather report on the hour, some time away. When the girls had finished, he glanced down and gently moved his cock. The girls snorted and followed him outside, going together, as had become their habit.

Back in the cabin, he sat in the middle of sofa, inviting them to join him under his outspread arms. When his hands dropped down and found their breasts, theirs met on his cock, their fingers slipping under up his balls. They had sat like that before, talking a little. Now, they just listened, waiting for the news, their fingers just reminding each other where they were, the girls absentmindedly rolling a fold of his loose sack between their fingers. Before the news started, he remarked:

"Maybe the weather will be good, so that we can take a hike."

"But now we want to draw."

"You can do that wherever we have lunch."

"Yes, I guess, something to take home."

"Quite so."

He squeezed her breast slightly, and she jostled his ball. Then their hands stilled, while they listened to the news and weather forecast. The prediction was for more mixed weather. The next program started, nothing that was of interest to them, but no one suggested finding another program.

Their fingers began to move again, as before, but then a little more actively. When his thumbs slid over their nipples, their fingers began to play with his sack, each of them caressing one of his balls. He played with their now stiff nipples, and his cock began to swell. The girls' thumbs stroked it. Silently, they all watched it extend, his knob slipping out of his foreskin. Then it began to press up against the girls' thumbs. They continued to stroke it, as it rose. Finally, one let his ball slip from her fingers and held it, murmuring: 

"It's my turn, she did it yesterday."

"Hmm! I didn't think you were still keeping score, that you could count that high."

"Hm-hmm! I can't, but I remember who did it last. That's all I want to do."

"If that's all you want to do."

"Um-hmm, you don't have to do it to me."

"But if I want to?" her sister asked softly.

"If you really want to."

"And I can do it to you, ... just to make everybody happy."

They all snorted, and she squeezed his cock, while her sister fondled both his balls. Since it was still earlier than their usual bedtime, he remarked suggestively: 

"It's been a long day."

"You want to go to bed already."

"Can't think of anything better to do. Can you?"

They all snickered slightly, as the girls shook their heads, grinning. They stood up, and he turned off the radio, then asking: 

"Should we wash?"

The girls shook their heads. The one who had held his cock replied: 

"Not for me."

"Nor for me, her sister agreed, and added: 

"And nor for me; I like the way you taste - both of you."

"And we like the way you taste, much more interesting," one of them responded.

He snorted, and they went to the bedroom, quickly arranging themselves in a triangle on the bed with the experience of having been like that more than one of the previous nights.

As they curled up together, he felt like he was going to get best part of the arrangement, since he knew he was going to come as good as he could in his daughter's mouth, whereas - after what they had let him watch - he knew that they wouldn't have the kinds of orgasms they had given each other; no one else could. But if they thought this was the nicest thing they all could do together, now he also did - even if he couldn't make his other daughter writhe all over the bed. 

And it was the nicest thing he could think of at the moment, delighting in tasting her - yes, that she still tasted a little from what they had done before. What a lovely pussy to lick! And now make it taste differently! 

Oh, they had also done that! He pressed his face deeper between her thighs and let his tongue lick beyond her pussy. Funny, nice little place, her asshole, tightening as his tongue tickled it. Oooh! His other daughter had let his cock slip from her mouth, and now her tongue was tickling his. Felt good, arousing. Had the one and then the other so quickly responded to his doing it? Oooh! Arousing, her tongue probing. Of course, her sister wanted to feel that, too.

She did, with a pleased moan, as her asshole tightened again, like his was doing. What a way to learn about sex - and from - with! - his more experienced daughters! "Unnn!" His cock was back in the other one's mouth again, even more arousing, and his tongue returned to her sister's pussy. What they knew about sex?! And were so willingly letting him discover that they did, so willingly wanting to share with him! And she - both of them - enjoyed so much just doing it to him! 

"Unnn!" Her finger now where her tongue had been. One of his fingers found her sister's asshole - twitching asshole. It wanted his finger to really probe, inviting it to slip into it. "Uhnn!" Like her sister's was! It - she - knew what felt good! Like her tongue did! Did it find it as delightful to lick his cock as his did to arouse their pussies and taste them? "Unnn!" She was going to be able to taste him soon; his hips were beginning to twitch. Was she moaning in anticipation, or from what her sister's tongue was doing in her pussy? They both moaned when he came in their mouths. 

"Un-hnnn!" He was also moaning in aroused anticipation - both of his own coming orgasm and of that of the wet pussy he was licking. "Unnn!" It was twitching against his mouth.

With a groan, he came with long spurts in her mouth. She moaned, but louder than usual, and then almost bit his cock, continuing to moan after his cock had stopped spurting. And then his nose and face were covered with pussy juice, as her sister moaned and her hips twitched uncontrollably.

They all sighed deeply a couple of times and then rolled back, two of them with wet faces, the other one still tasting his semen, savoring the last of it still in her mouth. She swallowed again and murmured - as if to herself: 

"I just love to do that, to taste it and know that it had been so good."

After a moment, he replied softly: 

"Not any more than I love to let you and also enjoy that it had been so good."

He reach out and fondled her breast. Her sister's hand found his still wet, but softening cock, fondling it, as she murmured: 

"Next time, I can say that; I do too, ... but not more than what you did."

"Or what you did," her sister agreed, finding and fondling one of her breasts.

"Um-hmm," they all agreed.

The sun had set behind the hills to the northwest, but it was still completely light in long summer evening, a little to their surprise, when they sat up, since they never had been in bed so early, and it was certainly lighter than it was after what they did before they went to sleep. They smiled comfortably at each other as they got up to wash, now with the experience of so many other times, and from that experience, adding hot water from the pot on the stove to warm the water in the washbasin. He and one daughter washed their faces, just smirking slightly at each other. 

When he had dried his cock, and then decided to go outside again, the girls followed him, snickering, and one remarked: 

"You could have thought of this before."

"Just so I don't have to so early in the morning."

"Hmm! That's nice to know. We won't either."

They didn't really need to then, their meager streams quickly dying down. As they returned to the cabin, he remarked: 

"You two taste better."

"We know," they both agree cheerfully, then one adding:

"But you taste more special."

"Hmm?! Different from the others?"

The girls glanced at each other, and the other one replied: 

"Not really, ... I don't think so." 

"Hm-umm." the other agreed, then adding with a smirk:

"No. The first time, it tasted just like I expected."

"Oh, yes. That's right, for me, too. ... Hm-hmm! Just tasted less strong that time after you had ..., well, that day when you did it to us both before I ... tasted it."

"Hmm! I know it was less, but didn't taste as ... good?"

Her sister snorted with a smirk and replied: 

"It always tastes good, ... well, like we want it to, ... but when it's less, it's not so thick - hm-hmm! - so creamy!"

"Hmm! It shouldn't be, after you make - let - me do it a couple of times."

They all snorted with smirks, and then the one who had just let him grinned and remarked: 

"But it sure was, just now, both ways: lots and 'creamy'."

"Hmm! Wasn't it nice of me to let you do it?"

"It was my turn, but yes. ... Hm-hmm! But it must have been a whole lot after he watched us both times."

"Um-hmm."

"I sure thought it must have been enough, ... sure felt like it."

"It was," she agreed, grinning and licking her lips.

"Hmm! We are wicked," he muttered, but with a wry smile.

One of the girls snorted and remarked: 

"When we were little, if we were bad, you used to say that we had to go to bed early."

"Hmmm? Hmm! So I did. I said we were all wicked, so I guess we all have to go to bed."

They all snorted, nodding with slight smirks, and returned to the bedroom.

Since the first night, they had kept the same order. Britta got in first and moved over to make space for him and then Maren, and they got comfortable. 

After that first night, to sleep they immediately lay on their sides, alternating between facing Britta or Maren, and he would put his arm around the one in front of him, cupping his hand around her lower breast. At first, the other one would put her arm around his chest, but after the second or third night, she immediately slid her hand over his waist and down, her fingers creeping around his balls. When they were lying like that, having agreed to sleep, there was nothing erotic about it, just very familiar. They would exchange the common Norwegian expression, thanking each other for a nice day - no longer with a snort about how that could be understood - and say good night.

That is how they went to sleep, but, as usual, during the night his cock found its way between one of the girl's thighs. Also, as usual, they were both aware of it. The previous night had been an exception. And like the first morning - and others - the girl's fingers found it and helped it find her pussy. 

That always awakened him; their pussies were too tight to let it slip without his noticing, and he would move to shove it a little deeper. The first time that happened in the middle of the night, their mutual arousal at the surprising situation resulted in a quiet fuck. The other sister got hers in the morning. When that happened shortly before they would normally wake up, they always had a good fuck, a very good fuck in the morning light. The sister would clamber over them and lick her sister's clitoris and let her lick hers. He especially enjoyed it, when he moved back and let his fucking partner draw up her thigh and roll on her back, then watching her sister straddle her face and seeing her then getting her pussy licked, while she was doing the same, making her sister's pussy squeeze his cock, while he fondled their breasts, until he couldn't help but fuck her as hard as he could, enjoying hearing from the wetter noises her tongue was making, enjoying that her sister was also coming.

Now, in the middle of the night, they both moved their hips to let his cock settle comfortably in her pussy, exchanging soft hums in confirmation that they both were aware of it, but not aroused enough after all their wide awake experience together to have to continue. Their hips stilled, and they drifted off to sleep again.

When he woke up in the morning, they all were facing the other way, his arm around his other daughter, but not on her breast, and the other one didn't have her arm around him. He snorted silently, wondering about the familiarity that allowed them all to change completely their positions. He snorted again, wondering if he had just dreamt that his cock had been in his daughter's pussy, asking himself if he would have really dreamt that, recalling that in his dream the first morning had been another girl. Was he so comfortable with the fact that he was fucking his daughters that he could dream about it? If he was or wasn't, he was going to for the next two weeks, and let them suck his cock and lick their pussies - and assholes. Anything they wanted. He snorted again.

The girl behind him stirred, and he removed his arm from the one he was facing and reached back and rubbed her hip, recalling now that it was Maren's. She found his hand and snorted, saying: 

"Good morning. Hmm! We just went back to sleep. Hm-hmm! Funny."

"Um-hmm," he agreed, rubbing her hip again, wondering if he was relieved that it hadn't been a dream. 

"What?" her sister asked."

He snorted and replied: 

"I woke up wondering if we actually had and then went back to sleep before anything happened, or if I had only dreamt that we did, but nothing happened."

"Um-hmm, we just went back to sleep."

"Hmm! You've been doing it too much. I wouldn't have."

"Don't be sure; you've been doing it just as much," Maren replied, adding: "Kind of nice way to fall back to sleep, just feeling it's there."

He just nodded, knowing that Maren could see his agreement, as Britta snorted and said: 

"If you say so. Maybe I'll find out. ... Hm-hmm! But since you didn't, maybe you want to now."

Her hand slid over her hip and down between them and found his cock. Maren snorted and replied: 

"You probably weren't asking me."

"Hm-umm."

"Oh, if you both want to; my fault that we didn't. Go ahead and enjoy yourselves."

He rubbed her hip again, only then recognizing that he was indicating appreciation for her suggestion. Britta squeezed his cock, and his slid back over his hip and hers and then found her breast, as he murmured: 

"If she wants us to."

"Um-hmm."

The hand holding his still soft cock began to fondle it in agreement. He fondled her breast, catching her nipple between two fingers when it stiffened, and her fingers demonstrated experience with arousing a cock, pushing his foreskin back as it began to grow, then stroking his swelling knob. She chuckled softly at her success, as he felt his cock become stiff. His fingers began to play with her nipple, eliciting a soft hum from her. Hers were just gently stroking down the back of his stiff cock, starting at the sensitive spot behind his knob and sliding down the length of his cock. When it twitched, she chuckled again, and then gave another appreciative hum, when he pulled on her nipple, Then she murmured: "Somewhere else," and pressed her thighs together.

His hand slid down her stomach to her soft pubic hair. She nodded and raised her thigh, inviting his hand to find her pussy, responding with an "um-hmm," as his fingers slipped between her thighs. For a while, they gently aroused each other. He was aware that his other daughter had rolled away from him, merely thinking: it had been her suggestion.

Then he forgot about her; the hand on his cock was pressing it down, and Britta was raising her thigh and rolling back against him, urging him to let her lie on her back. That way, he thought as he moved back. He curled his hips up to help her guide his cock under her hip to her pussy. "Um-hmm," she acknowledged, and her hand slipped away. He pressed his hips closer, in the space where her hand had been. When his knob brushed his fingers, he spread her pussy lips and rocked his hips up. His knob found her moist opening, and he pressed it into her warm pussy. Both of them moaned softly, and he moved to let it go deeper, and they moaned again, and she again, when his cock twitched in her, holding her hand on his. 

They held still. When his cock twitched again, her pussy tightened around it. She snorted and murmured: "I wouldn't have gone to sleep," and snorted again, her pussy clutching his cock again. It twitched, and he murmured: 

"You did that at? Can do that?"

"Um-hmm," and she did it again, adding: 

"I want to be like this for a long time."

"Why not, ... if you don't do that too often."

"I'll try not to."

She turned her head and smirked at him. He snorted and rubbed with his fingers. She snorted and said: 

"But then you can't do that too often."

"I'll try not to."

They both snorted softly nodding, and she drew his hand back up to her breast. He fondled it. She nodded and murmured: "But you can do that all you want, ... and kiss me, too."

She pursed her lips with the tip of her tongue between them. He got his other arm out from between them and behind her head, and rolled his shoulder up, and they began a good kiss, their tongues caressing, now in his, now in her mouth, as their hips took turn rocking a little to remind them that his cock was in her pussy, both of them chuckling softly when they felt it twitch, or when her pussy held it tighter for a moment.

"Hmm! You two! I shouldn't have suggested that."

Maren's sudden remark startled them. They retrieved their tongues and relaxed back on the bed. Britta replied: 

"But you did, ... thanks." 

He nodded. She glanced at him and then added: 

"But you're right; a little unfair. Come here. We don't need to kiss; I can do it to you."

He snorted, then nodded with a grin. Maren didn't need a second offer; she immediately rose up and clambered over him, only hesitating for a moment about which way to sit on her sister's face, apparently recognizing that her leg would be between the other two, if she faced down the bed. He had to snort again, as he watched how she then smoothly straddled her sister's head and settled her pussy on her mouth. He rocked his hips again after this distraction, a little more than before. 

He couldn't see what the girls were doing - the one of them - but after a wet noise, he also heard: 

"Oooh! You're already wet."

"Of course. What do think I have been doing?"

"Hmm! Wasn't thinking."

Then he heard more wet noises, and rocked his hips again, as it occurred to him that he was going to have take care that his pussy-licking daughter also had an orgasm. He slipped his arm back, leaving his hand under Britta's head, and moved down so that he could suck her breast, his fingers again playing with her other nipple. "Uhn-hnn!" she acknowledged, and returned to making wet noises on her sister's pussy. He drew his upper thigh up over her far one, pressing his cock deeper in her pussy. She liked that too, moving her foot over his, and rocking her hips up.




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 03



For a while - she wanted this to take a long time - he gently rocked his hips, fucking her. He wanted that too, just wondering if he could coordinate their orgasms with that of her sister. After a week's experience fucking them both, he was confident that they would have theirs more or less together, but getting there was ninety percent of the pleasure. He hummed with her nipple in his mouth, when he felt her pussy clutch his cock and felt it twitch in response. Then he snorted, when Maren moaned and murmured: 

"Yes, do that! Hurt them!"

Her sister could only be pinching her nipples. He pinched hers and let his teeth hold her other one, eliciting moan from her, as he thought: they sure knew what they like, and so many ways together with one cock - with any other girls? One of them had said that boys came too soon. Was that a compliment, that he didn't? Who would want to in such a nice warm, tight pussy?! Wasn't he lucky to be able to fuck his young daughters' pussies?! He was!

But then Maren began to groan and rock her hips. His hand slid quickly down to Britta's pussy and began to rub her clitoris. "Uhnnn!" she responded, her pussy clutching his cock, and then they were all seeking their orgasms, he trying to do with his fingers what he knew she liked his tongue to do - and her sister's. Moaning and groaning, they let their hips moved as fast as they could; his pumping his cock in a clutching pussy, while Maren's hips were twitching desperately on her sister's mouth. He thrust harder, and then grunted deeply as he felt his cock spurt in her pussy! And again! And again! In his daughter's tight, fucking pussy! 

He couldn't see that his other daughter's hands were pressed against the wall at the head of the bed, as she gasped and whimpered, her pelvis twitching uncontrollably on her sister's face. Had she come? He continued to fuck, and then felt her pussy flood him with her hot juice. God, she came good! Thank God! She had!

He relaxed, feeling her pussy clutch again, and then they all panted loudly, and then sighed with long moans. 

Maren was the first to move, freeing her sister's face and dropping back down next to her with another moaning sigh. They lay still, recovering. When Britta extended her leg, and then he, his, his wilted cock slipped out of her pussy. She snorted softly and then remarked softly: 

"Oooh! Not just your ..., not just you. Hmm! All wet, running down."

"Hmm!" he responded, adding: "Thanks," as he slid his hand back up and squeezed her breast.

"Just like I wanted. Thanks," she replied, holding his hand. 

"Really?" Maren asked, adding: "I want it."

The others snickered, and Britta followed her hand's urging her to roll towards her, raising her thigh with a snort. Maren's face quickly moved between her thighs, her tongue trying to lap up whatever it could find, and finding more, that then oozed from between her sister's pussy lips, who snickered again and said: 

"That feels good. Maybe I won't have to wash."

Maren nodded and licked around, as though trying to fulfill her expectation. Then her father snorted and remarked: 

"But I will." 

They all snickered again, and Maren made a move to clamber over her sister, but he snorted and objected:

"No. I don't trust that that is all you would do."

"You're right!"

She grinned at him, nodding. The others snorted. Then Britta said: "Peepee!"

They all nodded and quickly hurried outside. While they were going, glancing at each other's stream, he remarked: 

"I know you sleep with boys, especially with Johan - probably done everything I can think of, ... and more."

"Not more," one replied, the other nodding.

"And before that?"

"With each other? Told you already."

"Hm-hmm! And probably anything else, when you discovered what felt good."

"Hmm! Probably; shouldn't have asked.

The the girls nodded with grins, and they returned to the cabin and started making breakfast, washing before they sat down to eat. One of the girls looked up at him and suddenly asked: 

"How are you going to explain your tan?"

"Hmm! Don't remind me! And yours?"

"She doesn't usually see us naked."

"Hmm? Any good suggestions?"

The girls looked at each with quizzical expressions. After another bite to eat, the other replied: 

"Not really. ... Maybe if you wore shorts for the next two weeks ....?"

"And you, too?"

The girls smirked and shook their heads, the other one remarking: 

"We'll risk it."

"And if she sees you?"

"She won't; we'll be careful about that."

"Hmm! ... Maybe I'll just tell that you insisted on taking everything off, and that ..., well, ... it seemed even more like I had a problem with it, if I didn't."

They all snorted, snickering. One girl grinned and said: 

"As though we were looking all the time to try to see it - like back when?"

"And it was always showing," the other added.

"Hmm! Something like that. ... It probably would have been."

"And we would have seen it and done or said something to let you know."

"Um-hmm," her sister agreed with a grin.

"Hmm! Sounds like it wouldn't have made much difference if I had or hadn't kept them on."

The girls nodded, just smiling, and one murmured: 

"But thanks for taking them off."

"Um-hmm," her sister agreed, both smiling sweetly at him.

He snorted again, and they all smirked again. He remarked: 

"Shorts are probably the better suggestion, ... and since you have seen it enough."

"But only when you're out in the sun."

He nodded with a smile, adding: 

"Help me remember."

The girls nodded, and they finished eating, snorting a couple of times as they exchanged slight smirks. 

After that, he wore shorts when they were out in the sun, which didn't, however, keep the girls from doing whatever they wanted with him. As the first one to sit on him with his cock in her pussy remarked: "See; no sun where it could matter." 

With their father's urging, the sisters began to sketch, still complaining about wanting to have a live model, but for a couple of days they dutifully produced pictures that they could take home, and enjoyed that their skill improved with practice. 

When he took his shorts off in the cabin, the girls enjoyed inspecting to see if he was developing tan lines - and inspecting between them. Once, he wondered if his wearing shorts increased their interest; one or the other usually fondling his cock or balls as she looked. That didn't always lead to something else. When it did, however, he had no objections, smirking at the other one, who joined them, either on his face or - to his surprise the first time - giving her sister pleasure.

The girls didn't just draw, of course. A hike to a remote knoll ended with them all naked in the sun again, and the above comment. That was just the first time they had his shorts off outside.

He and his daughters weren't counting, but between sunrise and sunrise, he reckoned that he fucked each of them at least once, and that at least one of them also sucked his cock, and he licked one of their pussies. He figured that it averaged out, and was quite surprised, but very pleased, with his ability to fulfill their erotic desires - and his own. The girls' delight at giving and receiving oral sex, he admitted to himself, made that easier. He never initiated anything - except for his cock, when they were sleeping - but whenever one of the girls did, he was more than willing to respond any way he could - every way he had learned from them. 

Occasionally, he wondered briefly about what they were doing, but not with any moral compunctions, just that it was living out a male fantasy, one that he had never had. At other times - when he was just enjoying the sight of his unconcernedly nude daughters - he wondered if he had previously ever had sexual thoughts about them. Maybe when they started wearing bras? He didn't think so. Oh, he had enjoyed seeing them develop and stolen a glance when one leaned down, but not thought anything more than that they were attractive. He wondered if he had even considered that something would happen the evening that they told him they wanted to go nude, or even after he also was. Oh, probably, he surmised; he couldn't have been that naïve! They certainly weren't, hadn't been; they had done it all with Johan.

The girls then insisted that they wanted to draw each other, and he relented, silently curious about what they would produce. It was a gray day with the stove heating the cabin. They had talked about doing it in the other cabin as a justification for nude modeling in the privacy of their room, but as Britta said: 

"But it will be too cold. I wouldn't just have cold nipples, but goosebumps all over."

"I'd want your nipples to be like that, anyway," her sister replied with a grin.

"Hmm! I can start a fire in the stove for you," he suggested.

"We want you to watch, anyway; we'll do it here," Maren replied.

Her sister nodded with a grin, remarking: 

"And if you look, maybe they will be like she wants to draw them."

They all snickered, and he acquiesced with snort and smile, replying: 

"I'll try, but both of you have to draw."

The girls nodded with grins and after getting their paper and pencils, looked around the room, deciding to sit facing each other on the sofa. They settled themselves with their backs against the side arms, and then chuckled and put their feet up against the other's with their knees up. They held them together for a moment, and then with a snort let then flop open and smirked slightly.

He drew a chair to where he could see all their nipples and remarked: 

"I'm looking."

The girls's nipples did tighten for a moment in response, as they gave him a smile, but relaxed again,. As they held up their paper to start, he added in feigned disappointed tone: 

"Guess I have looked too often for it to have much effect."

"Um-hmm, but we still like for you to."

"Just staring at you doesn't do much either."

"Hmm? I guess not."

He glanced down at his slack cock. They all snorted, and the girls began their sketching. 

Maren, who had proved herself to be the better artist, looked up at her sister, considering for a few moments, and then smiled and made two little circles on her paper, then grinning at her father. Britta noticed with a snort, her nipples again erect for a moment, and remarked: 

"I know what you're drawing."

"We said just torsos; got to start somewhere. Don't move; it will be more difficult giving them shape - shadowing. Don't hold your paper so high."

They all chuckled, and Britta lowered her paper, looking her sister up and down. While Maren began to sketch shadow for her breasts, she snorted and began to draw. After a few quick lines, she grinned and said: 

"Mine's finished, just a torso."

"You can't be," her sister complained.

"It's not Picasso, but in that style, as best I can."

"Hmm! Show me!"

Britta grinned and held her drawing for him to see first. He snickered with a grin, agreeing: 

"Not Picasso, but in that style."

"Show me! Maren insisted again.

Britta grinned and turned the paper for her to see: just a short straight vertical line at the bottom of her sheet with two curved lines extending from the bottom to the sides and up as straighter lines. Parallel above them were two lines, starting near the top of the straight line, which was surrounded by a few squiggly lines. Above them on the sheet was a pair concentric circles.

Maren wrinkled her nose, but grinned and said: 

"That's all you think about."

"Not more than you do. I was just clever enough to keep it simple."

"Basic. Any kid could draw that."

"He'd have to see one first. ... Oooh! But you liked it; it's not just a straight line any more."

"Yours isn't either, ... but I don't think it was before, ... while you were thinking about drawing that."

"Good thing that yours wasn't. Would have ruined my simplistic concept, and it wouldn't have been 'Picasso' if I had tried to add detail instead of just a straight line."

"Hmm! And too difficult for you to draw."

"Um-hmm, but it would be fun to try, just that, no legs or breasts."

"Hmm! Not with you rubbing your pencil there. ... Tell her she shouldn't do that!"

He snorted with a grin and obliged: 

"You shouldn't do that. ... Hm-hmm! You could distract your sister from her drawing."

"Hm-hmm! Her problem. She just asked me to sit still, so she can draw my breasts. ... Mmmm! And now my nipples are the way she wanted to see them."

They were, as she rubbed her pencil back and forth over the hood on her clitoris, holding it more firmly as she watched it. Maren snorted and started to do the same with her pencil, giving him a smirking glance, while he enjoyed seeing that their nipples were aroused, as he felt his cock stir.

"You're supposed to be drawing."

"I've already finished my picture."

"I can't draw with her doing that - hmm! - knowing how it feels."

"Good. ... Why didn't I ever use anything else before?"

"Hmm! Because you like to feel it with your fingers, too."

"You would know! ... But you're right."

Britta smirked and let the fingers of her other hand take over. "Um-hmm," Maren agreed, and did the same. 

His cock was very full, and the girls glanced at it with snorts, but he couldn't see their pussies, just envisaged what their fingers were doing between their thighs, but his mental image kept his cock rising a little, especially when he noticed that the girls were looking at it, snorting softly.

"Hmm! I can do that, too."

His fingers slipped around his cock, which had risen to point at the girls. They snorted, nodding with grins, and watched his hand moving on it. One remarked: 

"Oh, that's how you do it."

"Hmm! Of course. What did you expect?"

"I was hoping that we could learn something," the other replied with a smirk.

"You two? Probably the other way around."

"Hm-hmm!" 

One pressed her thigh down to let him see what her fingers were doing, and the other one then also did so, both grinning as they moved their hands down and let him see their fingers slip into their pussies, both giving an exaggerated moan. He snorted and moved his hand up and down as their fingers moved out and in.

One of the girls murmured: 

"We never did this before."

"Hm-umm; nice, something new."

"Oh, a couple of times Johan held his."

"But not for long."

"Hm-umm! We didn't let him."

"With you two there?!"

"Um-hmm; we didn't want him to waste it."

"Besides, a guy shouldn't have to do that, unless he is by himself."

"Hmm! I won't say anything, ask anything."

"You shouldn't either, ... not ask, do it."

"If it feels good?"

"Hmm! What would feel better?"

"Hmm?! Almost anything you could think of."

The girls smirked at each other and at him, and then asked together: 

"You want us to?"

"Hmm?! Both of you at once?"

"Well, just one of us, I guess. ... Your choice; we've stopped counting."

"Hmm? Then your choice; I won't show any favoritism. ... Hm-hmm! Just don't fight."

The girls looked at each other, smirking slightly, their fingers still moving unconsciously in their pussies. He saw them curl their toes, as they rocked their feet back and forth. Then Britta said: 

"You two did it already in bed; it's my turn, my choice. Come here!"

One of the girls murmured: 

"We never did this before."

"Hm-umm; nice, something new."

"Oh, a couple of times Johan held his."

"But not for long."

"Hm-umm! We didn't let him."

"With you two there?!"

"Um-hmm; we didn't want him to waste it."

"Besides, a guy shouldn't have to do that, unless he is by himself."

"Hmm! I won't say anything, ask anything."

"You shouldn't either, ... not ask, do it."

"If it feels good?"

"Hmm! What would feel better?"

"Hmm?! Almost anything you could think of."

The girls smirked at each other and at him, and then asked together: 

"You want us to?"

"Hmm?! Both of you at once?"

"Well, just one of us, I guess. ... Your choice; we've stopped counting."

"Hmm? Then your choice; I won't show any favoritism. ... Hm-hmm! Just don't fight."



Daughters and Fathers Ch. 04



The others nodded, snorting silently at the mention of sleeping, since their thoughts about bed and sleeping were inseparably related to what else they did there. Britta agreed: 

"I do too, and it's raining now. I'll take a nap, if you let me use your thigh for a pillow."

She was looking at her father, who nodded, but then murmured: 

"Only if you just take a nap."

"I'll try," she agreed with a smile, and joined him on the sofa, facing the room. With a smile, she said to her sister: 

"And you can sketch me, don't have to include the sofa or my pillow."

"If you just take a nap and lie still."

"I'll try."

They all snorted, and Maren got paper and pencil and sat down at the table. He brushed Britta's hair back and put his arm up on the back of the sofa, to stay out of the picture, although his inclination was to rest his hand on her breast. As Maren began to draw, he enjoyed a look down along his daughter's nude body. His cock grew a little fuller, but then he began to feel drowsy from the sound of the rain, and Britta was entirely relaxed, breathing peacefully. With heavy eyelids, his head sank, his last thought being that it was nice that they could be so close without anything happening.

They were roused by Maren's murmur: 

"That's not as good as I wanted. Have to try again."

"Oh, I did take a nap," Britta murmured, and reached up and rubbed his thigh.

"Um-hmm, me too, he agreed, and now his hand did slip down, just resting on her waist.

"Maybe it would be easier to draw a rear view, if you want to turn over and rest some more - less curves. Hm-hmm! And the nipples were sleeping, too."

His hand slid up and found one - that woke up. Britta murmured: 

"Don't do that, if you want me to go back to sleep."

He nodded and removed his hand. She rolled back, sliding around to lie on her back, giving him a mild smile. His eyes left hers and perused down her body, over her firm breasts and down to her pubic hair and nice legs. He looked back at her face and murmured: 

"If you want to."

She nodded and rolled over on her other side, facing him with her head on his thigh. As she got comfortable, she asked: 

"Did you leave out the sofa and my pillow?"

"Um-hmm, and your head, too, ... feet, too; both too difficult."

Britta wiggled her toes and remarked cheerfully: 

"But they're so pretty."

"Um-hmm, but now I know why real artists also just do torsos: no hands, feet or heads, too much trouble."

"And men don't care about seeing them," her father commented.

"Just what's in between," Britta added with a chuckle, adding: 

"Like women also do."

"Go back to sleep! Forget it!" he replied, worried that his cock could give her other ideas; now fuller than it had been before, now with her face nearer it.

"I'll try," she agreed, moving to get more comfortable, with her shoulder up against his thigh.

"That's fine, a lot easier, just a nice curve over your hip," Maren remarked.

He glanced down, appreciating it from his perspective, more the curve of her ass. Britta seemed to relax again, and he let his head drop, not minding the thought of continuing his nap. But he was looking down at his lap, at her face, and also his cock below it. Her eyes were closed, but could she be unaware of how close her mouth was to it, he wondered; not entirely, from what she had said before, and what he had said. They both had inferred what could happen - what could happen if his cock grew much more. Thinking about it wasn't the way to stop that, and he was thinking about it. But maybe the girls had anticipated this? Maybe Maren's wanting her to pose that way suggested that she wanted it to, at least, wouldn't mind? He sure wouldn't; it would feel good - of course! - and she wouldn't have to make him come, just arouse it a little. They all knew that Maren had claimed the "next time."

It didn't take much concentration about how it would feel to have his cock in her mouth to make it rise. It was going to be interesting see what happened, literally to see it. Maybe Maren wouldn't notice from where she was sitting. He concentrate some more: just the head of his cock between her warm lips, and her tongue gently caressing it. She would have to move her head a little to have its head fully in her mouth; he could see that it was just going to brush the corner of her lips.

It did. Her lips just twitched; maybe she was really dozing? But his cock seemed to know that it was close to its goal - he certainly did. It twitched up, touching her more firmly. Her lips twitched again, and then he saw her eyes flicker open and heard her barely audible "uhn." Her eyes looked up at him, and slight smile move the corner of her lips. He gave her nipple a quick glance, wondering if he had noticed out of the corner of his eye that it had popped out. She opened her mouth and turned her head down slightly, and he watched her lips slip around just the end of his knob and saw and felt them move on it, and felt the tip of her tongue find his little slit. His cock twitched again. 

"Uhn-hnn," she acknowledged very softly and slowly moved her head, until her lips were holding his groove. It was feeling as good as he had anticipated. Was she also thinking that Maren shouldn't notice, but his twitching cock and her mouth both wanted more of it to be in her mouth. She gently move her head again. Now his knob was fully in her mouth, just like he had wanted it to be: her lips holding his cock, and her tongue now caressing around its firm head, and she sucked gently - perfect!

What are you doing?!"

Maren's sudden question broke the aroused reverie he had been enjoying. Britta snorted softly and sucked harder once, fresh air slipping past her lips as he saw her smile with his cock in her mouth. He raised his head and gave Maren a wry smile, replying: 

"Only what you would have done. Didn't you expect it?"

"Hmm! But it wasn't supposed to happen."

"With your wanting us to be like this?"

"Hmm! I guess so, ... but don't really do anything; ... you know what I want to do."

"Hm-hmm! Go to sleep listening to the rain."

"Hmm! Before that!"

Britta had been chuckling and nodding slightly during this exchange. She nodded more emphatically once, and he replied: 

"We won't. It just feels good, something to do while you sketch."

"Hmm!? I hope so. ... I still think it's cheating a little, ... and keep your hands out of the picture, if you know what I mean."

"Of course!"

He folded his arms on his chest. Maren snorted and returned to sketching, and Britta resumed her gentle arousal of his cock. After a few moments, he unfolded his arms, so he could see his cock in her mouth again, and relaxed back against the sofa. For a minute or two, he just enjoyed the nice feeling, purring a little in appreciation. He gave Maren a smile, who snorted with wry grin, and then enjoyed a couple of glances up and down Britta's body, observing that her nipple was relaxed, despite the nice things she was doing on his cock. She really liked to do it, he thought, and praised the suggestion that the girls sketch, letting this happen - and what had happened in the forenoon! Great idea!

Then Britta's tongue stilled, and she was just holding his cock in her mouth, not really sucking, just nursing on it like a child would on a pacifier. He hardly noticed, however, his head sinking down, almost dozing again, then really dozing. He was awakened by Maren's cheerful remark: 

"I think I'm finished. I like this one a lot better."

"Oh, it slipped out," Britta remarked softly, apparently also awakened by her sister.

She opened her eyes and turned her head down to see where his cock had gone. He also looked down and saw it small and relaxed down between his thighs. They both snorted. She looked up at him with a smile and rolled on her back and grinned at Maren, saying brightly: 

"See, we didn't do anything. ... Hm-hm-hmm! But nice, falling to sleep with it in my mouth."

"For me, too, thank you. ... Mmmm, now I can do what I wanted to before."

He fondled one and the other of her breasts. She smiled at him at replied: 

"Good thing that you didn't, or probably something would have happened."

They all chuckled. He helped her sit up, and they joined Maren, agreeing that they also liked her picture. Then they insisted on seeing her first attempt. She demured, but then let them see it, remarking: 

"I need more practice doing breasts."

"Any time, ... if we can find such a nice way to pose for you."

"Hmm! You really just fell asleep doing that?"

"Um-hmm. Just nice. Oh, I guess because we knew that we could some other time - not like being in bed with a friend and knowing one of us had to go home."

"Hmm? Friends in your room?"

"Um-hmm. When you both were out."

"But never both of us with one."

"Hmm! That's something, at least. ... Oh? And not both of you with just one?"

"Oh no. We only did that with Johan,"

"Hmm! And me. Hm-hmm! Good idea: just keep that in the family."

They all snorted and smirked. Then Maren smirked again and asked: 

"Do we have any other cousins?"

"You don't know?"

"They're too old and married, or too young," Britta replied. 

Maren feigned a scowl, while it occurred to him that "too old and married" hadn't kept them from sleeping with him - nor him, with them. The girls both nodded with slight, wry smiles, letting him think that they had had the same thought.

"The rain has let up," he remarked.

They understood his suggestion that they go outside again, and did. They all snorted with smirks, as their streams arched out. Then Maren smirked and reached down, followed by Britta, and wet their fingers in their own, licking them. He snorted, remarking: 

"You really do."

They nodded, looking at him expectantly with smirks. He snorted again, and did the same, as his stream dropped down, snorting again and murmuring: 

"Like you said: doesn't taste as interesting as me, and certainly not as good as you two."

The girls nodded with smiles, obviously pleased that he tried it. They all chuckled and returned to the cabin. They looked at Maren's sketches again. She was more critical than the other two, but pleased that they like her work. She glanced down at his cock and then up at his face with a grin and said: 

"If you want, I can try to do one of you, ... just what girls want to see."

"Hmm?! I don't know about this. ... Hmm? You really want to?"

"Nothing better to do right now."

"Hm-hmm! That's a new attitude, but I like it. ... But I reserve the right to tear it up."

"Even if Britta and I want to keep it? ... You know, so that we don't forget?"

"Maybe it would be better if you did."

"Let me try first; probably won't be good enough to keep. Sit down again."

He snorted with a wry smile and did, watching her get the chopping board to support her paper and understanding that she wasn't going to work at the table. As she sat down cross-legged on the floor a few feet from him, he unconsciously loosened his sack. She glanced up with a smile and agreed: 

"Um-hmm, more on the edge of the sofa, so ... uh, everything can hang down. Spread your legs a little."

He obliged, smiling down at her. Britta snorted and asked: 

"Just like that? I want a picture like ..., well, you know, ... a little more 'interesting'."

"You keep out of it, and stay away from him, ... and don't do anything else."

"Oh, if you insist."

"You could start peeling potatoes for dinner," he suggested.

"Good idea, ... and don't come and look over my shoulder and disturb me; this is going to be difficult."

"I bet! They sure didn't teach us anything about drawing nudes in school, especially this way."

They all chuckled, and Maren demanded: 

"Now be quiet and peel potatoes."

She began sketching, smirking to herself, while he glanced down at his cock and then at her, a little disappointed that the board with her paper obstructed his view of her red pubic hair, wondering how it felt for girls to sit like that. But he could see her breasts - and her sister's. She was standing at the table, facing him as she peeled. That let him wonder if he could tell the difference between their nipples with his lips and tongue, thinking that they would also think that was a nice experiment.

"Oh! I'm going to have to start all over."

Maren's disappointed remark let him look back down at his cock. He snorted softly; it had definitely grown longer, and it felt like his sack had too. He gave her an apologetic little smile and replied: 

"Sorry."

"Hmm? Could have expected that. Can you just keep it like that?"

"I'll try, try to think about something else. If it doesn't, just let me know and wait. Maybe it will return to being like this."

"Hmm! I hope so."

"Hm-hmm! You could make a whole series," Britta suggested with a grin.

"Just one will be difficult enough."

"But with practice, ... Hm-hmm! You could probably draw it without a model."

"You too, if you could draw. You probably don't need a picture, nor a series of them. Just close your eyes and envisage it, ... any, all the ways you want."

They all snickered, and Maren got a fresh sheet of paper, glancing up at him and asking: 

"Do you think you can keep it just like that - more or less?"

"Maybe. Don't throw away the first sheet; maybe it will be like that again."

"Hmm? This is better."

"Glad you like it."

"Hmm!"

Maren sketched for a few moments, again apparently enjoying her subject - with another slight smirk. He was wondering how to keep his cock like it was: think about it a little, but not too much. 

He snorted to himself, then after a moment's hesitation said quietly: 

"Uh, ... uh, well, ... it doesn't have to be a ... true-to-life 'portrait', ... if you ..., well, think ..., wanted to idealize it."

"Hmm? 'Idealize it'? ... Hm-hmm! You mean make it bigger?" she murmured.

He nodded, slightly embarrassed by his suggestion and her immediate response. She glanced up at him with smile and said softly: 

"Oh no, it's just fine. ... Hm-hmm! Bigger than Johan's, ... if that's what you were thinking about. Hm-hmm! Both ways: like before, and well, ... you know, the other way. Isn't it, Britta?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"His is bigger than Johan's, ... both ways, isn't it?"

"Hmm?! Hm-hmm! 'Both ways'?! Hm-hmm! Of course! ... Really, no flattery."

"Hmm! Thanks."

He smiled at them both and leaned forward and looked at his cock. The girls snorted with grins and Maren assured him: 

"It's just fine. Just keep it that way. Hm-hmm! As good a 'portrait' as I can make of it."

He nodded with a snort and replied: 

"Either way, just let me know, and I'll think about something else, or start thinking about it again."

"Hm-hmm! If it forgets that I'm looking at it, I bet that it will remember, when I talk to it."

"Hmm! For sure!"

They smirked at each other and were silent, as she resumed sketching. He returned to his thought about trying to identify the girls by sucking their nipples, then wondering if he would recognize them when licking their pussies. Even though he was trying to remember if they looked different, how they could look different, his cock remained more or less like it had been, but he was aware of his balls and reached down and jostled them in his loose sack.

"Keep your hand out of the picture! I was just beginning to draw them. Now I think they're hanging lower."

"I do too. Thought you would like that."

"Yes, but don't do it again."

"Don't think they could hang any lower, now."

He reached down again and pulled the skin at the bottom of his sack and murmured: 

"No, they can't." 

"Hmm! Then you can do it again, if necessary."

They exchanged smiles at their fairly open discussion, even though they avoided using nouns when talking about his balls and cock. That thought lead him wonder what words the girls did use to talk about balls and cocks and their own pussies - each other's pussy - if they did talk about them, with each other or with their boyfriends. Maybe they didn't talk about them, just obliquely, like they had been doing the whole time together, but they must think about them with nouns, must know a few nouns and euphemisms for them. 

He was pleased that this line of thought was keeping his cock like Maren wanted it to be - for her sketching. She sure liked to see it 'the other way', however. Forget it, he admonished himself, but not without recalling that she had insisted that she was going to do it with him sometime before they went to bed. "Do it," another euphemism, but the girls had both used the most explicit word for that when they were aroused. If they knew other ones for that, they forgot about them and hadn't seemed to hesitate to use that one when they really wanted to "do it," - even with their father! - so they must use it with their boyfriends. Did they use the words when telling the girls what they liked to do, what they wanted them to do? 

He snorted and jostled his balls again. Maren snorted and remarked: 

"What was that for? That wasn't necessary."

"Just want to be sure."

"Hmm! They're still there. Hm-hmm! I'll tell you if they disappear. ... What were you thinking about?"

Britta had finished peeling and rinsing the potatoes and put them in a pot of water. After a quick glance over Maren's shoulder, smirking, she sat down at the other end of the sofa, crossing her legs, and remarked: 

"Yes, what were you thinking about? Seems to have worked."

"Um-hmm," Maren agreed.

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! I real proud of myself."

The girls laughed and both repeated their question: 

"So what were you thinking about?"

"You really want to know?"

The girls nodded with expectant expressions. He snorted with a wry smile and admitted: 

"I was wondering what words - explicit words - we have been avoiding using."

The girls smirked at each other and then at him, and Britta replied: 

"Lots of them, ... just seemed more tactful not to. You haven't."

"I thought so too; one doesn't mention to one's daughters this and that. You don't have to tell me which ones you know. I was just enjoying trying to keep it like Maren wanted to sketch."

"Hmm! If we're going to keep talking, I'll have to finish this later. No, you can't look yet."

She turned the page down with a smirk, and then said:

"But I like it so far. ... Hm-hmm! Not just my sketch, your cock."

"Maren!" her sister admonished, only half seriously.

"He wanted to know. ... Don't you like his cock?"

"Yes, but ...!"

"Hm-hmm! I do, too, probably like you like your ... whatever you call them, like I do."

They all snickered and then laughed, nervous release. Maren looked pointedly at her sister, wanting her to reply. Britta looked looked a little uncomfortable, but then replied softly: 

"Our 'pussies'; we use the English word, seems nicer than the other ones we know."

"I think so, too. Very nice, sweet 'pussies'."

They all chuckled with smiles. He snorted and said: 

"You don't have to tell me the other ones; I'm not completely from another planet, ... nor what you do with them. Hmm! You've already use that word."

"We have?!" both girls asked in surprise.

"Um-hmm. Just surprised me a little, but in 'the heat of passion' - to use another English expression - it seemed the most appropriate thing to say; anything else would have been less spontaneous."

"Hmm? It must have been - asking, telling you to do that," Britta replied with a blush."

"If I did, I sure wanted you to, ... just like that."

"Hmm?! Hope I did."

Both girls snorted with wry expressions and nodded. He nodded with a smile, and they all snickered and then laughed again, more nervous release. Maren, who was still sitting on the floor, looked down at his cock and remarked: 

"I don't think it - your cock - thought that was as interesting as we did."




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 04



They all chuckled, and he reached down and felt that his cock was a little smaller than it had been. He snorted and remarked: 

"It's just cooled down a little in here; I'll re-stoke the stove."

They all got up, Maren athletically leaning forward and rising with her legs still crossed. She put her papers away, admonishing: "Don't peek." The others nodded, and he re-stoked the stove. The girls offered to fix dinner and told him to sit back down again. He did with a silent snort, jostling his balls again, but the girls weren't watching him.

He was watching them, however, reason enough to make him review how they had spent the afternoon, enjoying recalling the mildly arousing details, a little more than mildly arousing, when Britta had been sucking his cock. He looked at her and jostle his balls again, liking feeling how loose his sack again was, and that his cock had returned to how Maren wanted to see it.

As though she had known that he had been thinking about him, she turned her head and caught sight of his hand returning to his thigh. She snorted with a smile, but didn't say anything, turning back to what she was doing. That reminded him, however, that she hadn't been just sucking his cock; that morning she had been sitting on his lap, sitting on his cock, and ... - yes, fucking - as good as they could, so that Maren had insisted that she wanted to do it that way. He felt his cock grow heavier.

When? Before they went to bed? Probably? Certainly before they went to sleep.

He glanced around and saw that the clouds were breaking up, and wondered if it would be sunny the next day, recalling that the girls had almost told him what would happen if it were: swimming; but before that, wanting to taste him, after they all had done something else. He snorted slightly, thinking: they all knew what, and knew the words for it: pussy-licking and cock-sucking and fucking maybe not all three, but with the same nice result. Without looking, he knew that his cock was now larger than Maren had wanted it to be - but just while she was sketching. Unconsciously, he drew his feet up, crossing them, which let his knees spread. Then he glanced down, confirming what he already knew: half his knob was protruding from his foreskin.

When he glanced up, his eyes met Maren's and saw her slight smirk. Involuntarily, his knees twitched. She snorted, but also didn't say anything, turning back to cooking. He also snorted silently, admitting to himself that he had wanted her to see that his cock was that way. When did she want to do it - want to fuck him, want to have his cock in her warm, tight, slippery pussy? Any time, as far as he was concerned; the sooner the better, as far as his cock was concerned.

The girls were talking too softly for him to hear. As they continued preparing dinner, his cock relaxed a little, however, since it seemed that they were only interested getting the meal ready. If that's what they wanted, he thought, a little disappointed, having considered that if she waited till after dinner, that might take the edge off for doing something in bed, as had become their practice. Even when he didn't feel like he really wanted to again, they always changed his mind.

As he was reconciling himself to having to wait till after dinner - on a full stomach? - the girls both suddenly snorted, nodding, and turning to him with smirks. Maren's continued, till she remarked: 

"You know what I want to do - before I go to bed. It ..., uh, ... looked like ..., well, ... maybe you had been thinking about that."

"Hmm! I guess so."

"We can hold dinner, if you two want to, first," Britta suggested with another smirk.

"Hmm! Now I know what you were whispering about."

The girls nodded with smiles. He snorted with a wry smile and remarked: 

"As long as I can just sit here," and uncrossed his feet.

"Just like I want," Maren replied with a grin, adding, as she stepped nearer: 

"What do you think I was thinking about the whole time: watching Britta suck your cock, and then sitting there and staring at it?"

"Hm-hmm! Good thing you didn't tell me, or I would have ruined another drawing."

"Why I didn't," she replied as she knelt between his legs.

She glanced up at him with a grin and then down, as her hand found his sack, pulling gently down on it, as she snorted and remarked softly: 

"Can't get any longer, ... but it was, before," as her other hand raised his cock.

"Um-hmm," he agreed cheerfully.

She pulled his foreskin back, and he watched his knob disappear between her lips. He relaxed back against the sofa with a pleased hum, glancing up to see Britta removing the pots from the stove. When she had put them somewhere else, she gave him a grin and remarked: 

"Her turn. I know how good that is."

"But not how good it is for me."

"For her, of course, but I had my pleasure that way."

Maren nodded with a snort, as she licked and sucked his now erect cock. He replied: 

"And I did, too, thank you. ... Hope you don't mind watching."

"She had to, before. ... Maybe like that."

"Hmm! Whatever you want, ... as long as you don't disturb us."

"I won't. Enjoy yourselves."

He returned to watching Maren, seeing her cheeks draw in a little, when he felt her suck, as her tongue caressed his cock, and her head moved gently up and down, her lips pulling his skin with them as they moved. He purred, and her eyes glanced up at him, as she nodded slightly. He smiled, returning her nod, and then just enjoyed how good it felt to have his cock sucked - and to feel her fingers fondling his balls. Then one crept past them, her nail scratching the firm base of his cock. When it scratched further back, with a nod, he raised his hips slightly and pulled one buttock to the side. She snorted with a nod, and her finger immediately accepted the invitation to find his asshole. Both of them chuckled when they felt it twitch. She glanced up at him again, as her finger probed.

"Not too much," he murmured, as her fingertip wiggled and found its way.

She nodded, but for a minute or two, her mouth and finger were doing everything they could to arouse him, his cock surging and twitching, very much to his pleasure. But then he murmured: 

"You'd better slow down and let me recover a little, ... if you don't want me to come the minute it's - my cock - is in your pussy."

She snorted strongly with a nod and held still. His cock and asshole twitched again, and then her finger slipped back, and her hand found his tight sack and began to stretch it. 

"Yes, like that," he murmured with a relieved sigh. 

She nodded and continued until his sack was loose, and her fingers could jostle his balls. She began to suck and lick his cock again, until he murmured: 

"Come here; I want to suck your nipples."

She chuckled deeply with a nod, giving his cock a final suck and lick, and raised her head, grinning at him as she rose up and straddled him. He hardly had to help his cock find her opening; it was already moist and aroused. They both more chuckled than moaned, as she lowered her hips, and it sank into her warm pussy. Before he could begin to suck her breasts, she flattened them against his chest with a hug and offered him her open mouth. 

Her "cock-sucking mouth", he thought, as their tongues eagerly caressed, while her hips twitched, not letting them forget that his cock was deep in her pussy. Then she raised her head and murmured: 

"Now suck them - my breasts, my nipples."

She leaned back in his arms and offer him one with her hand. She moaned softly, as his mouth began to suck and nibble her stiff nipple. 

Was it better than one of Britta's, he wondered, feeling a little chagrined that the comparison had occurred to him while he was fucking her sister. He tried to make up for that by doing everything he could to arouse it, pleased that her pussy tightened on his cock, making it twitch. He was sucking her other breast, with an even better response - she had moaned more emphatically - when it occurred to him also to arouse her asshole. One hand slid down her back. 

But another hand was already there!? Not one of Maren's. Would she do that to herself?! Maren snorted, and he raised his head and saw Britta behind her, who smirked, nodding. They all snorted, and Britta remarked: 

"Hope I'm not disturbing you. Hm-hmm! Since you said that you just wanted to sit there ..."

"Hmm! I didn't say that I didn't want to do anything."

"But I do. Turn around, Maren."

From Maren's quick nod and snort as she immediately rose off his cock and began to turn around, he wondered if the girls had planned it all while they were whispering. As Maren reached down and guided his cock back into her pussy, and he understood that Britta wanted to lick it, he wondered if they had done it that way with Johan. Whatever, it was about liking to fuck one of them in bed while they licked each other; it was going to be good - maybe better!

Yes! Britta was also fondling his balls. Nice, that his sack was still loose. What did it look like to see his cock in her sister's pussy, wide open pussy; she had her legs spread past his? He grasped her breasts, holding her close to him, so that he could look over her shoulder and see Britta, her nose nuzzling in Maren's red hair, as he heard her tongue making moist noises. 

That they loved to do that as much as they loved to suck his cock! Just fucking was fine - if one didn't know about this, for them, too! Maybe better for them? Having a cock twitching in their pussy, while someone was licking their clitoris - like only another girl could know how, know how it felt? He just had a cock, but also an asshole! Britta's finger was seeking it, and finding it. Was that as arousing for him, as what Maren was enjoying? At least, it was the maximum of how he could be aroused, making his cock surge, when his asshole tightened; couldn't be better! He was surprised when Maren murmured: 

"Do it good! Real good; I can't move like this."

"Yes, nor can I," he agreed.

But they could. Whatever Britta was doing to Maren, it made her hips begin to twitch, as she gasped and moaned, moving her pulsing pussy on his twitching cock. Despite her sitting on him, his hips moved, thrusting his cock, as he groaned and then began to spurt, feeling Maren's hot pussy juice run down around his cock, despite Britta's efforts to lap it up. Thank God, he thought: they had both come so good, and suddenly understood the English expression "fucking good" in its true meaning, not just as an indecent remark. 

Didn't Britta know that they both had come as good as they could? She was still jogging her finger in his asshole and making now even wetter noises with her tongue! He had his head thrown back, still gasping, and Maren was whimpering and writhing, as her hips continued to twitch, but she wasn't asking her sister to stop. Did they want it to be like that time in bed?! Licking and fingering each other until they had had several orgasms? How many? Maren's pussy was again clutching his cock. It was spent, but still twitching. It they wanted to! Hopefully, his cock wouldn't wilt and disappoint his so aroused daughter.

It didn't. How could it in such an aroused pussy?! She must have come still again! He wasn't sure if he really had, but it felt like it. Maren's flooding pussy finally stilled, as she gasped and moaned, finally collapsing back against him. Britta relented, slipping her finger out and licking down his cock and around his wet balls. She sighed with a moan and then licked the wet fingers that had been in her own pussy.

His deep breaths moved Maren as the thought went through his mind: fucking two young girls was delightfully strenuous, but when they ganged up on him to do everything they wanted, that was almost expecting too much - from a man his age. Would Johan have thought so? Had they done it like that with him?

Then he felt Britta caressing his balls, her fingers rolling the skin of his sack between her fingers, until she was able to jostle and fondle his balls. Maren's pussy tightened again, but his cock slipped out, flopping down, and he heard the wet noise of Britta's lapping up Maren's pussy. There wasn't anything down there that they didn't like to taste, he thought, must really like to taste, if Britta wanted to without having come herself. Then he felt her tongue slid under his soft cock, and it was in her mouth, being licked clean of anything she could taste. 

With a last sigh, Maren murmured: 

"Oh God, that was good! ... Hmm! Why didn't we do this before?"

His cock slipped from Britta's mouth, and she replied softly: 

"I don't know. It sure must have been good."

"Almost too good," he murmured.

He was still holding Maren's breasts and fondled them. She snorted with a nod, remarking: 

"I don't have to do anything in bed tonight. Hmm! Well, maybe just help a little, like you did."

"If you haven't done it before, whose idea was it now?"

The girls both snorted, then Britta replied: 

"Mine, I guess; couldn't think of anything better to do, if you were doing that."

They all chuckled. He helped Maren sit up. She grinned at her sister and fondled her breasts, then murmuring: 

"Thanks. Kiss."

Britta rose up on her knees, and they embraced and kissed - a lot better than just a kiss in thanks - until he snorted and gently slapped Maren's ass, remarking in a cheerful tone: 

"I can't think of a better way to have to wait for dinner, but now I'm hungry."

The girls chuckled and agreed, and stood up, both offering him a hand to rise from the sofa. Maren reached down and fondled his cock, smiling up at him as she said: 

"And thank you, too."

"Anytime. Hmm! No! Not 'anytime'!"

They all snorted with grins, the girls nodding. The pots were returned to the stove, and he set the table, enjoying with every step the feeling of his balls moving against his thighs in his very slack sack. Before they sat down to dinner, the girls remembered that it was time for a favorite radio program. He found the station, and they ate mostly in silence, as they listened to the program, also while they were cleaning up. Then the news came on, and the weather report, promising that the next day would be sunny and warm. The girls exchanged smirks, and he snorted with a wry smile.

With not too much enthusiasm, they agreed to play Parcheesi, but then got involved in the game, enjoying with childish delight sending each other's pieces back to start over again. After three games. They agreed that it was late enough to go to bed, and trouped outside.

He wasn't surprised when both girls smirked and immediately reached down and caught a handful from his stream and licked it up. Smirking in return, he quickly caught some from each of theirs, before they died down, and did the same, much to the girls' approval. He snorted and remarked: 

"Must have had the same thing for dinner."

They nodded with grins, and they all returned to the cabin.

In bed together, Maren murmured: 

"Forget me."

"We don't have to do anything," Britta responded softly. 

But she didn't join Maren in saying good night, who was behind him that evening, and had turned away from him, instead of sliding her hand down to find his cock and balls. He had his arm around Britta, his hand loosely cupped around her breast, as usual. A little to his surprise, instead of just repeating "good night", he murmured: 

"That was good; thank you, too; and this morning - both ways."

"Um-hmm," she agreed softly, holding her hand on his.

"If you want to, ... I want to taste you."

"You don't have to; that was good enough this morning."

He was still surprised that for the first time he was openly suggesting that he wanted to do something, murmuring to his daughter as he once would have to a girlfriend, but back then not with the suggestion that he wanted to taste her, lick and taste her pussy. But he wanted to now, and repeated: 

"I want to." 

She just clasped his fingers around her breast. He turned around under the covers, as she moved to lie on her back, opening her thighs. 

Crouched on his knees between the girls, he slid his hands around Britta's hips and lowered his face between her thighs, smelling her pussy before his mouth found it. They hadn't washed before they went to bed, but he liked tasting that too, again; he was going to taste a lot more of it in the morning. And she was enjoying what his tongue was doing, moaning softly. It was so good to taste and arouse her, to show with his initiative that he really loved to enjoy sex with her - and Maren - that he wasn't just letting them do what they wanted; he loved to lick their sweet - no, tangy - pussies - and to have his cock in them, like it had been that day - as "fucking good" as it could be!

But now he had learned from them how good pussy-licking could be, when the pussy twitched and wanted to come, wanted to let him taste its sweet love juice, let him know that he had done it so good; it didn't always have to be his cock.

Oh, a hand had found his cock, and it wasn't as small and soft as it had been! And then the hand slid down the inside of his thigh and was urging him to move it. He let it guide his leg over her, and shook his head to move his tongue more vigorously on her pussy. It could have been suggestion that he didn't want her to do anything else, but it wasn't, and the hand found his cock again. Oh, it was stiffer than he had thought, from the way it felt as the hand pulled it back. Oooh! It was in her mouth - warm, wet mouth - and her tongue was licking, as she sucked it deeper! 

He hadn't been expecting that, and hadn't been thinking that he wanted his cock to be aroused again, but it was feeling so good! Whatever she wanted to do. If he couldn't come again, it still felt so good, but she wanted him to make her pussy come. He grasped the cheeks of her ass and buried his nose in her pussy, and her arms slid around his hips and drew them down, letting her suck his cock deeper in her mouth. 

"Oh, fuck!" he thought, recognizing that that wasn't what they were doing, but that they both wanted it to feel that good. His fingers crept around the cheeks of her ass - drawing them apart. He was hardly aware of the movement next to him, Maren's turning over to face them, but then felt her hand slide under his stomach and grasp her sister's breast. His fingertips found their goal, interlocking to slide up and down over Britta's asshole, rippling over it. As they felt it twitch, he hummed: "Uhn-hnnn!" delighting to hear her aroused moan - and to feel it buzz on his cock.

He let his fingers ripple up and down over it again, and then let one find the center, probing. It didn't just twitch, her pelvis also did, and a long, deeper moan vibrated on his cock. Was his finger slipping into her asshole also "fucking," he wondered. "Oooh!" one of hers - or Maren's? - finding and probing in his. Didn't matter whose; the finger just confirmed that they both knew that what felt good for them felt good for him! They could never know how good it felt for him, when his cock was in their mouths, but it felt so good to share the same arousing sensations where they could!

With twitching hips and groans, they both came. He wondered if she could taste him, since his cock 

had been so deep in her mouth when it spurted, but he certainly had tasted her, almost drowned when her pussy juice flooded his nose. 

He rolled off her towards the wall, and sighed with satisfied moans, reaching back to find her breast, under Maren's arm, whose hand was still holding Britta's other one. "Um-hmm," the three of them agreed. He wiped his other hand hand over his wet face and yawned. About to fall asleep, he crawled back around on the bed, behind Britta, who rolled towards her sister. The girls hugged each other, and then Maren turned over, and they fell asleep, Britta with her hand on Maren's breast, and his on Britta's.




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 04



In the morning, they weren't lying like that, but the sun was shining, when they awoke. Their hands found somewhere to confirm that they were all awake, and they chuckled comfortably, Maren more so, when her hand found her father's on Britta's pubic hair. He turned his hand and held hers. 

"Nice way to wake up," Britta murmured.

"Nice way to go to sleep," he rejoined.

"Um-hmm. Thanks," she agreed.

He turned his hand back down and scratched in her pubic hairs. Maren snorted and remarked:

"I thought so, too. But don't start anything now. Besides, I've got to go."

As usual, then the others also felt the urge, and they all got up, chuckling as they went out and "went," this time without tasting each other, just enjoying the sight of their yellow streams, moving them a little with their hips. He thought about moving his cock with his hand, but didn't, considering that they had surely seen with Johan how that could be, and then that maybe one of them would be doing it for him, before they swam.

Back in the cabin, they washed with cold water, snorting a little as they watched each other, because they all understood that they were eager to have breakfast and get out in the sun again, and that they were washing in anticipation of what they were then going to do. Preparing and eating breakfast was the same, a little more hurried than usual, and they agreed that they could wash up later.

He put on his shorts, and the girls, their bikinis, in case they met someone, which was unlikely. He wondered if their precaution reflected their slightly wicked feeling about what they knew they were going to do, not that it had bothered them the other times they had been outside. When he suggested that it might be a good idea to take along something to put on the ground after the rain, the girls shook their heads with slight smirks and told him that they knew where there was a nice flat rock out of sight of the trail. When he asked if they should take something along to eat, however, they agreed, and hurried to collect bread and cheese and sausage to put in his rucksack with their towels and a bottle of water.

They set off, all snorting, and he let them lead him on the trail and then off it to a place on the far side of the lake. When he said that they must have been there before, the girls just snickered with nods and quickly took off their bikinis, and then pranced about a little like younger girls might, who didn't yet have breasts that jiggled so nicely. When he took off his shorts, they told him that he had nice tan lines and that a day in the sun wouldn't matter. He had thought that already. They spread out their towels and lay down as they did in bed, with the girls on each side of him.

Even though they all knew what they were going to do, for half an hour or so, they just lay there on their backs, soaking up the sun and remarking about how nice it was. He was a little surprised that the girls didn't spread their thighs to let it shine on their pussies, maybe resting a thigh on one of his. They had been silent for several minutes, and he wondered if they were expecting him - for a change - to initiate something; he had with Britta the night before. But it was all their idea, really about tasting each others' streams, but only after they had done something to feel like doing that.

Finally, with a snort, he said: 

"I'm going to lie here with my eyes closed, but you two can do whatever you like. Hm-hmm! Maybe surprise me." 

He closed his eyes, hearing the girls snort sharply. They didn't need more of an invitation. He was aware that they sat up, because their next snorts came from higher up. He envisaged that they were grinning at each other, probably with glances down at his cock. 

They were, but it was several seconds - longer than he had expected - before he was aware of them again; they had silently exchanged places. Then he felt a hand pick up his cock and a head rest on him, close enough to kiss its tip. He snorted, anticipating that it would very soon be long enough to slip between those lips. Then from his other side, two hands urged him to spread his thighs. He did, with another snort, and then felt one hand slip under his loose balls, and a girl's hair brushed his thigh, and then her cheek was brushing it, and the hand was pressing his ball up against her lips and between them.

"Uhmmm!" he moaned, as she sucked and licked it. And the other mouth could now suck and lick the head of his stiff cock, that hand moving on it. 

"A nice surprise," he murmured. 

The heads nodded, and he felt them agree with an "Uhn-hnnn." For several seconds, he just enjoyed the way they were arousing him. Then he reached down and touched the side of the girl whose head was on his stomach and slid it back over her hip and then down, finding her pussy between her drawn up thighs. His fingers only had to slide once up and down the two creases between her thighs and pussy lips and the one between them, and then one thigh rose, inviting his fingers to slip between the pussy lips. Another hum on his cock confirmed unnecessarily that the girl liked that.

He reach out his other hand and found that the other girl was crouching with her ass closer to him, and her thighs weren't so close together, his fingers could immediately slip between them. A hum on his ball confirmed that that was also appreciated. 

He didn't know which girl's pussy each of his hands was exploring, just assuming that the one on each side was that of the girl who had been lying there. His fingers also couldn't recognize any difference between the pussies, not that they were trying to, just enjoying that they were both moist and also enjoying what his fingers were doing; the girls' hips rocking a little in response.

For a while, they all exchanged pleased, aroused hums, but then the girl with his ball in her mouth had to relinquish it, since his sack was drawing up. He felt her raise her head, and then the other head rose, letting his cock slip out. The girls' hips moved away from his hands, and for a few moments, he was alone with his bobbing cock. Then two pairs of thighs were straddling him, and a hand was guiding his cock into a pussy, that sank down on it, and another pussy was over his mouth, a nice wet pussy. He hummed and licked, holding her hips, as the other hips rocked to and fro on him. 

From the experience of being like that with them a few times already, he knew that sooner or later they would be fondling each other's breasts - sooner, if it were like the last couple of times - and then that he feel a hand - both of them had done it - slide through his pubic hair and help arouse whichever girl was fucking him. Which one was now? Was she going to want to enjoy it as long as possible? Or were they thinking about what else they wanted to do, and wanted this to be just short, but good? If they were in a hurry, he had to do everything he could to arouse the pussy on his face; if they wanted it to take longer, the pussy on his cock could hold still, and she could reach back and loosen his sack - as had happened before. Better to do everything he could; if that happened, he could do less.

His tongue licked back, exploring her wet hole, and then licked further back. She knew where it wanted to go and shifted her hips forward a little, giving a pleased "mmmm!" when it found her asshole. That he now liked to do that?! Nice, twitching little asshole. Oh! It was Maren's, nice and smooth all around; Britta's had a little extra wrinkle. He snorted at the thought that he could identify his daughters by the difference between their assholes, and then made her hum again.

He urged her hips to move back and licked back to her pussy, which was also appreciated with a hum. As his tongue licked back and forth over her clitoris, fingers slid through his pubic hair and found the other one. Whose? He reached up and found one of Maren's breasts free, and Britta's hand let his slide under hers on Maren's other breast. She wasn't going to want to slow down and loosen his sack, not with both her hands already busy: encouraging his fingers to arouse Maren's breast, and the other one rubbing so quickly on her clitoris. She wanted it as soon as possible, and Maren would, too, but probably not coming until she saw that her sister and he were - as had also happened before, with each of the girls sitting on his face.

He didn't have to worry about his orgasm; Britta's pussy would take care of that. Would Maren come from just his licking and sucking? She had before. 

She did, as he anticipated, when she saw his hips rocking and heard him groan, as his cock spurted in Britta's pulsing pussy, her hips rocking as fast as they could on his cock, as she moaned loudly: "Uhn-un-un-un! Uhn-un-un-un! ..." And Maren was also moaning like that. Her pussy juice tasted so good! Not better that Britta's, but it was so delightful to know that he had made either of them come that good, to have his face wet with their pussy juice. "Fucking good!"

With satisfied, sighing moans, they all relaxed. Maren had shifted her hips forward to free his face, as Britta had also done, after she had had an orgasm that way. He opened his eyes finally, having to flutter his eyelids to free them of Maren's pussy juice, and looked at her asshole. He snorted and remarked: 

"You have the sweetest little, perfect asshole, Maren."

"Mine isn't?" Britta asked in a disappointed tone.

"Hmm! Just as sweet and little, but yours has an extra little wrinkle."

"Um-hmm!" Maren agreed cheerfully, then adding: 

"Didn't know mine didn't have one."

"Hmm! It doesn't. ... Hmm? I guess, like he said, yours is more 'perfect'."

"Hm-hmm! Thanks. ... Can't tell anyone that; they'll have to find out for themselves."

They all snickered, and the girls rose up, his cock flopping down on his pubic hair. When a few drops dripped from her pussy, Britta snorted and remarked: 

"We all know how that tastes."

Her father and sister snorted with wry smiles, recognizing her oblique reference to what the girls had suggested that they wanted to do. As he sat up, he snorted and remarked: 

"You shouldn't have said that; now I feel like I have to go."

As he stood up, the girls smirked and both said: 

"That's good."

"I do, too," Maren added with a grin.

"Britta nodded, adding: 

"But not here on our towels."

Snickering, they moved to the edge of the rock, and the girls dropped down on their knees on the vegetation, moving closer together and looking up at him expectantly. He snorted with a wry expression and asked: 

"You really want to?"

"You said you had to go."

"Just do it. Come a little closer," her sister added.

"Hmm! If you say so!"

He stepped closer, wondering just what they would do. After another snort, his stream arched out, splashing on one of their chests. She smirked and moved to let it touch her breasts and then reached up and turned his cock up to let it flow in her open mouth. Her sister quickly grabbed his cock from her hand and turned its stream to her mouth, sticking out her tongue to catch it, and then glancing up at his face with twinkling eyes, as he watched her, obviously swallowing what was flowing in her mouth. He snorted, and watched his stream die down, as she caught the last of it and smeared it on her breasts.

"I guess you do," he murmured, snorting again.

"You don't have to," Britta replied. 

"Hmm!"

"But I have to go," Maren remarked, standing up again.

"I do too," Britta agreed, as she stood up. 

The girls stepped next to each other on the edge of the rock, looking at him expectantly. Maren reached down and held her pussy, moving her knees. He snorted at the sight of his grown daughter moving like a little girl who had to go peepee. Britta murmured again: 

"You don't have to."

"Hmm?! If you can, ... if you like it, ... Hm-hmm! I've liked everything else you wanted to do."

He was already moving to kneel in front of them. The girls snorted with grins. Maren removed her hand, and her stream spouted forth. With another snort, he quickly moved closer and stooped lower to catch it in his mouth. He didn't have the girls' skill of swallowing with their mouths open, and it splattered on his face when he swallowed, until he opened his mouth again. That happened a couple of times more, as his face moved upstream in her sinking stream, until his mouth was on her pussy to catch the last of it, with his tongue just behind her hole. He snorted and licked over it, tasting the last few drops, snorting as he swallowed again.

He was a little surprised at himself, when he immediately turned to Britta's pussy, as he licked around his lips and extended his tongue again. Her strong streamed splashed against his face, then directly in his mouth, as he raised his head to catch it, not swallowing until his mouth was full. It splashed all over his face again, and a few times more, as his mouth closed, and he gulped down its warm content. Again, his mouth was up against her pussy, his tongue licking, as he admitted to himself that it had been somehow arousing to do it, that he had not just gone along with the girls' suggestion, but had enjoyed it. 

His tongue was still licking, and he realized that his hands had unconsciously grasped her ass.

"Uhmmm!" Britta responded, and then snorted, adding: 

"Not right now, ... swim."

He slid his hands down the back of her thighs and raised his head and looked up at her with a wry smile. She smiled in return. He nodded and stood up, relieved that his daughters didn't say anything, just smiled sweetly - with their "cock-sucking mouths." He couldn't suppress that addition in his thoughts, as he followed them down to the lake, still wondering how willingly he had drunk from their streams, immediately offering his mouth to receive Britta's. He snorted, wondering if they wanted to hold his cock in their mouths and swallow whatever came from it.

In the lake, they playfully splashed each other in water up to their waists. Then they all demonstrably rinsed themselves, snorting as they watched each other rinse between their legs and then their faces and chests. Although he had been glad that the girls hadn't said anything about what they had done - especially, that he had also done it. Now, removed from the incident, he smiled wryly and asked: 

"How did you learn to swallow without closing your mouths?"

"Hmm! That should be obvious."

"Else we would have bitten you."

He nodded with a snicker at the girls' response. Maren snorted and caught a double handful of water and poured it in her mouth, holding it open as she swallowed. Her jaw moved a little when she swallowed, and he suddenly recalled feeling of their mouths' closing tighter on his cock after his strong, first spurts deep in their mouths. He nodded with grin and replied: 

"Of course. Glad you didn't. Thanks. ... Hm-hmm! More for doing it than for not biting me."

The girls chuckled with grins, nodding, and Maren said: 

"You know we like to do it; thanks for letting us."

Britta nodding with a smile, and then smirked slightly and remarked: 

"I like to try to wait to swallow."

"Me, too; ... nice to feel how much it is, that I did it that good."

"Um-hmm, ... like that," Britta agreed in a more subdued tone.

They all nodded and smiled at each other, then snorted at their having spoken so openly about what they had been doing the last several days. After a moment, he smiled again and said: 

"And I like to make you let me taste you, too."

The girls smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything. 

When they returned to land, the head of his now small cock had disappeared within his foreskin, and his sack had shrunk up. Maren snorted and remarked: 

"I should have brought pencil and paper; I want to draw it - your cock - every way it can be. Hm-hmm! Especially like it was before it disappeared in Britta. Hm-hmm! In her pussy."

Britta nodded with a grin, then asking: 

"How are you going to keep it like that long enough to sketch it."

"Hm-hmm! That's your job! ... Just got to keep your hands - or whatever - out of the picture some of the time, ... most of the time."

They all snickered and returned to their towels and had their cold lunch, still snorting occasionally and smirking at each other, but not saying much. They agreed that it was easier to finish everything, rather than taking it back to the cabin. While they were, one of the girls glanced up and then looked down, taking another bite, and said: 

"I like that we can talk about it, ... nice."

"Um-hmm," her sister agreed.

"Um-hmm, nice. I guess I wanted to. ... Oh, of course I did, asking what words you use."

"That was good, ... thanks. ... I wanted to, ... well, since you didn't, we didn't, ... not the kind of words girls should use."

"But the ones everyone knows, her sister added. 

He nodded with slight smile, remarking: 

"But also kind of nice, not to, ... that we didn't. I liked that. ... I guess, ... no, of course, ... I wasn't going to use them with you, ... well, you know ..."

"We weren't either."

"But we were always thinking them. How couldn't we be?"

"Um-hmm, like me. Even though we were doing everything we could with each other, I couldn't talk about it with ... my daughters."

He blushed slightly at having used the word in this context, relieved that one of them replied softly: 

"And we couldn't, with you."

"We don't need to," the other added.

"Hmm! Um-hmm, but too late; ... we already agreed that it was nice to be open about what we do."

"Um-hmm," the girls - his daughters - agreed, just smiling slightly in agreement, without smirks about what they did together.

They finished the last of their bread, cheese and sausage, and passed the bottle of water around. "Nap?" someone said, and the others nodded, lying down together in the now warmer midday sun, as they had earlier in the day, and were silent.



Daughters and Fathers Ch. 05



He blushed slightly at having used the word "daughters" with reference to having sex with them, relieved that one of them replied softly: 

"And we couldn't, with you."

"We don't need to," the other added.

"Hmm! Um-hmm, but too late; ... we already agreed that it was nice to be open about what we do."

"Um-hmm," the girls - his daughters - agreed, just smiling slightly in agreement, without smirks about what they did together.

They finished the last of their bread, cheese and sausage, and passed the bottle of water around. "Nap?" someone said, and the others nodded, lying down together in the now warmer midday sun, as they had earlier in the day, and were silent.

After a minute or two, Britta snorted softly and murmured: 

"Since we can talk about, I want to suck your cock, ... like yesterday on the sofa."

She didn't wait for his response, curling up with her head on his stomach, and reaching down and fondling his cock, as she murmured: 

"But better than that."

"If you want to. ... Hm-hmm! Since Maren can't sketch, you can do whatever you like."

"Then I can too," Maren quickly responded, then snorting and adding: 

"Just not that; I want to lick your pussy."

Britta raised her thigh invitingly, as she drew his cock closer to her mouth. Maren crawled over him, giving his balls a fondle on the way. Before she could get comfortable with her head on her sister's thigh, he murmured: 

"You don't have to be left out, if you can lick her pussy the other way, so I can have my fingers in yours."

The girls chuckled and nodded, and Maren quickly scrambled further, giving him a grin, before her head dropped down on her sister's thigh, and her face disappeared. Maren raised her thigh, and his fingers found her pussy. 

Like in the morning, his cock extended towards Britta's mouth, stiffening in her hand, and she moved her head down to slip her lips around it. His moan was echoed by theirs, as Maren kissed her sister's pussy, and his fingers explored in hers.

He moaned again, less from arousal than from the thought that it was just so delightful that they could now so openly say what they wanted to do, and that they were so agreed about how: Britta wanting to suck his cock; Maren, to lick her pussy; and his suggesting to have his fingers in her pussy. Oh, he would rather have his tongue or cock in it, but it was so nice and relaxed this way ... and his cock was already in her sister's so experienced "cock-sucking" mouth, who preferred to have her mouth full of his semen before she swallowed. But he didn't want that to happen for a long time!

It felt so good; he was humming gently: "um-hmm, ... um-hmm, ..." He raised his thigh, and Britta slid her hand under it and fondled his loose sack. He reached down past her head, hearing her snort, as he had expected. One of his fingertips found the top of his sack and twitched the skin up in time with her sucking, She chuckled in her throat, and changed her tempo for a moment, chuckling again when his finger moved with her new tempo. He murmured: 

"I like to feel them move."

"Uhn-hnn," she responded, and held her fingers just under his balls, so that his moving them raised them off her fingers and then let them touch her fingers again. They both snorted, as they continued with this new technique, her fingers jostling his balls, when they descended.

Maren had rocked her hips to remind him to move the fingers of his other hand, and for a while, they all enjoyed maintaining a level of arousal just below the threshold of wanting more. He imagined what Maren's tongue was doing in Britta's pussy, knowing what his would like to be doing there. 

His cock throbbed, and his sack drew up. "Not yet," he murmured, and Britta stopped sucking and licking, and her fingers loosened his sack again, appreciated by him with a stronger "um-hmm." And then she resumed sucking and gently caressing his cock, while his fingers moved - now deep in Maren's slippery pussy. He recalled how it tasted, and withdrew his fingers and quickly put them in his mouth. Yes, like that, he thought with grin, and put them back in her pussy, hearing her approving "Uhn-hnn!" 

As he resumed his gentle "um-hmm, ... uhm-hmm, ..." he thought to himself: this is absolutely sinful, to be enjoying having his cock sucked and licked, while his fingers were arousing another girl's warm, slippery, tight pussy! Not because the girls were his daughters, because no man should know such pleasure! 

Britta loosened his sack again, and he responded with another "um-hmm." That happened a couple of more times; he appreciating her understanding willingness to postpone their anticipation of their feeling and her tasting his orgasm. Finally, he couldn't stand prolonging it. When his balls drew up again, he moaned and murmured: "Make me come."

She nodded and did, both demonstrating that she could swallow his first spurts in her throat without biting his cock, and then that she wanted to have her mouth full of his weaker spurts, as he groaned and his hips continued to rock, thrusting his cock in her mouth, as he groaned with each thrust.

Maren's hips had twitched in empathy, her pussy tightening on his fingers, but she wasn't coming yet. He took a deep breath, and murmured: 

"Fuck each other!"

"We can't," Maren replied, muffled by where her mouth was, as Britta's tongue licked over his little slit for a last drop of his semen. She nodded, snorting with his cock still in her mouth, but then let it slip out and murmured: 

"Jus' tra."

It sounded as though she hadn't swallowed yet. She hadn't.

The girls snorted. With a last fondle of his balls, Britta sat up and turned to let Maren rest her head on her other thigh, and dropped down between her father and sister. With a final wiggle of his fingers in Maren pussy, his fingers slipped out of it, and he rolled back, as Maren drew her thigh up, and Britta's head rested on it. With practiced experience, their hands drew each other's hips closer, and their mouths found the other's already aroused pussy.

He watched them, one of his hands fondling his soft cock, as it occurred to him, that they - his daughters - had been doing that together at home at least for two years. Before they did with Johan? Sure, he had sort of assumed that they slept with their boyfriends, not really thought about it. Nice that they could be open with their mother about getting the pill. Did they already have it, when they slept with Johan? He snorted, recalling that Maren had said that she had done it the first time with him, so probably not, she, at least. He wasn't going to ask. 

How could he and their mother have been sleeping in the other cabin without any thoughts that the three of them could be doing anything, even inviting Johan to join them again, letting the three of them stay at the cabins alone? Where had been his recollections of what it was like to be that age with that opportunity?! No, not with that opportunity, hadn't been, just with his fantasies about possibilities of having uninhibited sex. And they certainly had included what his daughters were doing. He snorted again, watching them, as he remembered that they had seduced Johan - and him! Both willing subjects!

He snorted and glanced over at his pussy-licking daughters, as his fingers fondle his now fuller cock. They didn't just fondle it, enjoying making it stiffer. Britta's pussy was so near, but he - she - had fucked each other before, a little unfair for Maren, but he could try to make up for that. He rolled over toward the girls and moved closer, suddenly wonder if his cock could really do it again after what they had done in the morning and then for so long with his cock in Britta's mouth. 

But his cock was stiff enough to let him guide it close to Britta's pussy, and Maren just snorted and licked it, If she hadn't expected it to be there, she hadn't minded that it was - not the way she was licking it! Sweet daughter! That she wanted to help him and her sister!

Her tongue helped his cock find and slip into her sister's pussy, who moaned with a deep chuckle in response to the combined effort; she had done it herself, in bed, when she had been licking Maren's pussy. The girl's grasped each other's hips tighter, and he thrust his cock deeper, reaching over and finding Maren's asshole, pleased that Britta's hand hadn't yet. 

He knew that he really didn't need to come again - might not be able to - but his cock was in a pussy, one that was holding it, wanting it there as a complement to its being licked, the right thing for it to contract on in response to what the tongue was doing on her clitoris. And Maren's asshole was wanting to have something to contract on. "Uhnn!" she moaned, as his finger probed.

The girls wanted their orgasms, having also been aroused so long just on the threshold, and knew how to get them, and also his. Maren's fingers found his asshole. With one in it, making his cock surge in Britta's clutching pussy, when Maren's clutched his finger, with wet sounds from their tongues, the girls came. Britta's pussy wet his balls, as his cock thrust and surged in the clasp of her pussy, spurting - to his relief - as they all groaned. 

They lay still, catching their breath with moans. Fingers slipped out, and then his cock did. Britta snorted and murmured: 

"Hope you did too, again."

"Um-hmm, but a little unfair to Maren,"

"Um-hmm, very! ... Hmm! This morning, and all that sucking, and then again."

"Um-hmm! ... Hmm?! Don't know if I can make up for that."

"Just try. ... No, you don't have to. ... I know you will."

"Hmm! I want to. ... But not right now."

They all snickered and then sat up, smiling a little wryly at each other. Then one of the girls noticed that the sun had moved around. In the morning, they had laid their towels down to face it, but now it was shining from much further in the west. She snorted and remarked: 

"We never did anything for that long."

"Do I want to know? Is that a compliment?" he asked with a snort."

"A compliment," both girls replied with grins.

"Hmm! I asked for it; you couldn't have said anything else."

"No, but it still was."

"Honestly."

"Hmm! It sure was for me, too: 'never did anything for that long'."

"That's nice."

"I'm not sure," Maren complained, but with a smile.

"I am," Britta replied with a smile, licking her lips.

"You would be! This morning, and then ... 'never did anything for that long'."

Britta grinned with a nod, then after a moment replied: 

"But you want me to make it - your cock - ..." she smirked at him:

"... be so that you can sketch it, not doing too much, so I deserved a little ..., well, you know, ... more."

"Hmm! I guess so, ... if you do, ... and don't cheat."

The girls smirked and grinned at each other. He snorted and remarked: 

"No one asked if I wanted to have ... my cock sketched like that."

"Hmm?! Maybe it will just have to be a quick sketch. Hm-hmm! I see a page with several versions, from after a cold swim to - hm-hmm! - well, till like that."

"Hmm! If I can have it," he replied with a grin.

They all snorted, but then one of the girls remarked with a grin: 

"You can always see it; we need it."

"Hmm! I doubt it!"

They snickered and agreed that the a cool swim would be a good idea. That they all agreed in the water that they needed to go again was no surprise, watching each other as they did in water half way up their thighs. 

They returned to their towels and put them in the rucksack, then reluctantly put on their bikinis and he, his shorts, and returned to the cabin, at first just exchanging snorts, but then remarking more openly about how much they had enjoyed the day. Maren snickered and said: 

"But only if you make up for everything you did with Britta."

He nodded with a grin, and then they were at the cabin, snorting as they got naked again, the girls fluffing up their pubic hair, as he jostled his balls. He started a fire in the stove, that needed a while to heat up enough to start cooking. When he sat down on the sofa, the girls joined him, under his arms. One and then the other girl reached back and pulled his hand down on her breast. He nodded with an "um-hmm" and held them in the palms of his hands. "Um-hmm," they agreed and put a hand in his lap. The first hand there, Maren's held his small, soft cock; Britta's fingers gathering his balls up from between his thighs. She snorted and said: 

"I thought you wanted to sketch it."

"Not when I can hold it."

Her fingers moved. He snorted and remarked: 

"Just hold it. ... Tomorrow is Saturday already. What are we going to do, need to do?"

"Shopping, food."

"Of course."

"And wash our hair," the other suggested.

"Good idea," he agreed, reaching up and tousling their hair.

When his hands were back on their breasts, the other one suggested: 

"We could spend the night and cook a better dinner, something we can't cook here."

"If you can, good idea. Have to know what to buy before the stores close."

"And beer." 

"I would like one, too. Hm-hmm! Enough to put us all to sleep."

The girls chuckled, and then one replied: 

"If you mean like that, I never had enough that I still didn't want to."

"But he did - couldn't. You told me."

"Um-hmm, ... probably just as well."

"Hmm! I can imagine; 'just as well'; wouldn't have been good."

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! We didn't get that far; he fell asleep while we still had our clothes on."

"Hmm! He didn't know what he was missing."

"And never found out. ... Where are we going to sleep?"

"In your beds."

"And you?"

"Oh, I'll have a nice big bed all to myself, for a change, ... all to myself."

"If you really want, I guess."

"I didn't say that."

"He can sleep with you, and if he wakes up, spend the rest of the night with me."

"Hmm?! Somehow that sounds more wicked - for me - than your having come to sleep with me."

"We don't mind being wicked, do we?"

Her sister shook her head with a grin and suggested: 

"Since you feel like that, when she wakes up, she can come and wake me, and we can change places."

"Hmm?! If that makes it less wicked for me? Maybe I should try to drink too much and fall asleep with my clothes on."

"Who said we would have any clothes on?"

They all laughed, fondling each other, Maren still fondling his cock after they had stopped laughing. She glanced at Britta and then looked at him and asked in more serious tone: 

"Can I fuck you?"

"Hmm?! You never thought to ask before."

"I wanted to say it. I want to."

Britta nodded with a slight smile, the others just noticing her nod out of the corners of their eyes. He snorted softly, but with a more serious expression, replied: 

"If you think I can."

"You can, I know you can. I want to sit on your lap and feel you in me. You don't have to do anything."

"Hmm, can I hold your breasts?"

"Of course, please."

Britta nodded again and took her hand from his balls and moved a little away from him; his hand slipping up to her shoulder. Maren gave her a little thankful smile as she turned her body towards him, drawing her far leg across and over his knee, looking up at him and giving him a little kiss on his lips and murmuring: "Thanks."

Britta looked at them and nodded with a little smile, saying: 

"I guess I can start cooking."

He patted her shoulder and replied: 

"The can of fishballs; it's Friday. Potatoes and salad."

"Of course," she replied as she stood up, glancing back at them as she moved away.

Maren smiled slightly, still looking at him as her hand fondled his cock. As she moved to drop down on her knees, he murmured: "I want to, too," and turned to lie on the sofa.

As he pushed himself back to rest his head on the arm of the sofa, she nodded with pleased smile and moved to straddle his face, slipping her feet down between the cushion and the sofa-arm. Before she lowered her hips and head, he said the first thing that came to mind: 

"Sweet little, perfect asshole."

"Hm-hmm! And a sweet, still little cock."

He drew her hips down and licked it, and she lowered her head and guided his now not really so little cock into her mouth, but she could still suck all of it in. She just held it, while his tongue tickled her asshole, both snorting softly when it tightened. As he continued to tease it, she sucked gently, very soon having to raise her head, as his cock began to swell and stiffen. When she raised her head a little further, to be able to caress his knob with her tongue, he drew her hips back and licked down to her pussy, delighting to taste that her hole was already moist. When his tongue thrust and wiggled in it, she moaned and pressed her pussy hard down on his face. His hands slid from her hips to her breasts, enjoying feeling her nipples, just rippling his fingers under them. One of her hands slid under his thigh and found his balls in his still loose sack. 

She rocked her hips up, inviting his tongue to find her clitoris, and then they were arousing each other as intensely as they could. It was feeling so good for him, that he forgot about her wanting to be fucked, but when his cock began to twitch more often, and her fingertips were just stroking the wrinkles of his tight sack, she raised her head and murmured: 

"We'd better do it now."

"Um-hmm," he agreed, remembering that this had just been the preliminary to her fucking him.

She dropped her foot to the floor and rose off him, turning around to straddle his hips. When she reached down to guide his cock into her pussy, he murmured: 

"Just wait; I was forgetting what else you wanted to do."

"Hmmm! That's nice. I knew you could again."

She smiled sweetly down at him, as he snorted with wry grin, nodding slightly. He reached up and fondled her breasts. She nodded with another smile and murmured: 

"You don't have to do anything else."

"Hm-hmm! What a relief!"

They both chuckled with smirks, and then she moved her hand on his cock and murmured: 

"Before you forget again," and rubbed the head of his cock between her pussy lips.

He nodded, and she found her opening with it. He nodded again with quick, slight smile, and she lowered her hips, moaning softly as his cock slid into her warm, tight,slippery pussy, that held it a little tighter for a moment. As her hips rested on his, they both sighed with soft moans, looking in each other's eyes. They were still for a long moment, then feeling her pussy tighten again, both nodding slightly in response. She remained still, just a slight smile moving her lips, then murmuring: 

"It feels so good."

"Um-hmm," he agreed softly.

His cock twitched, and they nodded slightly again, as he thought to himself that he was long past worrying about having sex with his daughters, now also about admitting openly that he enjoyed it, that he wanted it - telling Britta the night before that he wanted to lick her pussy. And now with Maren, after he had licked her pussy that morning, while Britta had fucked him; and then she sucked his cock for so long, making him come in her mouth - like both girls enjoyed so much, and like he did, too! And then he had fucked her again, while the girls were licking each other's pussy. Oh yes! He loved to fuck his daughters and make them come in his mouth, and to come in theirs! And they did, too! No reason to deny it!

Maren rocked her hips once with a questioning expression. He nodded. With a little smile, she began to rock them to and fro. It felt so good, just maintaining a controllable level of arousal. He fondled her nipples, and she continued to rock on his cock. They smiled at each other, and she experimented with circling her hips. He murmured: 

"That feels good, too."

"Um-hmm," she agreed, continuing.

When her pussy tightened, his cock surged in its clasp, and they both hummed and said in unison: 




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 05



"That too," then snorting with smiles at their joint response. When it happened again, and they snorted again, he remarked softly: 

"Couldn't say it before, but this feels so good, ... feeling your pussy do that."

"And your cock," she murmured with the slightest of smiles.

He made his cock twitch, and her pussy responded, and they both nodded. She murmured: 

"Very good, ... like this, feeling how good it is for each other."

"Um-hmm, very! Kind of gets lost when it's going in and out."

"That's what I meant."

They smiled again at their common understanding. They were startled by Britta's remarking: 

"You two! I know what you mean, but no one ever told me that."

They both looked over at her. He replied: 

"I will. It did this morning, and will again."

"That's a promise, ... just remember to tell me."

"Ask him," Maren rejoined. 

They all snickered, and Britta returned to her cooking, and he and Maren, to arousing each other, smiling and chuckling, as her hips began to move again, pussy and cock letting each other know how good it felt. After they had a couple of times, Maren murmured: 

"I could do this forever."

"We have to eat sometime. ... You said that I don't have to do anything, ... so you will."

"Hmm! You want me to?"

"Since we can't do this forever."

"Hmm, pity. ... Hm-hmm! Maybe I shouldn't have said that."

"But you did, ... and you can do it better than I can."

"Not really." 

But her fingers were already sliding down through her red pubic hair. He nodded, and she did, and then, as her fingers found and began to rub over her clitoris, her eyelids dropped, and she moaned softly. 

Her hips had stilled, but he felt her pussy responding to the new arousal, and his cock twitched in its clasps. After a minute or two of enjoying with his own soft moans this still controllable pleasure, he murmured: 

"Your other hand, too?"

Her eyes opened, and after a moment she murmured: 

"My other hand? ... Oh, you mean ...?"

"If it helps."

"Hmm? ... I never have."

"If it helps."

"Hmm! ... You want me to?"

"I want it to be good."

"Hmm. Me too."

She smirked slightly and put two fingers in her mouth, her other fingers remembering to rub again. With another snort, she reached back between her buttocks, chuckling slightly, and then snorting with a sharp "Uhnn!" and murmuring: "sweet little asshole, ... uhn, ... uhn-hnn."

Her pussy clenched his cock, that had recovered a little during their exchange, but then - with the fingers of both her hands moving - her pussy was even more aroused, and his cock, too, twitching in response to feeling her pussy trying to milk it. Her eyes had closed again, and they were both moaning, as he squeezed her breasts with her stiff nipples between his fingers.

"Oh!" he thought: this was better than fucking - in and out - so aware of how aroused her pussy was and wanting to come! And making his cock feel like that, too! And her hips twitching uncontrollably as her thighs quivered and clutched together on him! It was so arousing to experience how aroused she was! He was having to support her convulsing body with his hands grasping her breasts, as she groaned loudly. Her contracting pussy flooded his cock with her hot juice, as she groaned again. 

His hips were twitching; he was going to come! But then she collapsed down on him with a soft cry: "Oh fuck!" 

He did, desperately pumping his cock up in her pussy and groaning as he spurted in her already so wet pussy. She was gasping, and then he felt her pussy squeeze his cock again, and she cried out again: "God yes! More! Fuck me!"

He did, now desperate to satisfy her clutching pussy, despite the nearly pain sensation of continuing after his orgasm. His hands slid down and grasped her ass, and one finger found her asshole, that immediate invited it to probe, almost drawing it in each time her pussy contracted on his cock, as she encouraged him with aroused moans: "Uhn-hnn! Uhn-hnn! Uhn-hnn! ... "

His feet had been sliding down the sofa. He draw them up again to continue thrusting his hips up, slapping against hers. It began to feel more arousing for his cock. It hardly seemed that she could be more aroused, but with a gasp, her pussy flooded his cock again - and everything else down there. He felt it running down beside his sack, as their hips slapped wetly together. And then she collapsed again, lying heavily on him, her stomach heaving against his. His feet slid down the sofa, and his finger slipped out, and for several deep breaths and moaning sighs, they lay still.

Finally she raised her head and looked down at him, moaning softly again, and exclaimed softly: 

"Oh Daddy, you're the best!"

She pulled herself up on him and planted a long kiss on his mouth before he could reply. His cock slipped out, and he returned her kiss, both shocked and flattered by her spontaneous remark. When their lips separated, he snorted and said: 

"I don't know, ... know if that's good."

"It sure looked like was. I think she's right."

Britta's voice surprised them again. He turned his head - feeling a embarrassed. Maren rolled back against the sofa, and they both saw that Britta was leaning against the table, holding her breast with her other hand cupped around her pussy. She snorted with wry smile, nodding and adding: 

"It must have been; I couldn't help but do it to myself. I'm dripping."

Her fingers extended back between her legs, and then she raised her hand and put them in her mouth. They all snorted. Maren rubbed his chest and said: "It was," and looked down at him and added: "You were the best."

"Hmm? ... I hope not, ... if you know what I mean. ... Hmm?! Fathers are supposed to be a role model for what girls should look for in a husband, but I don't think like this."

They all snorted and then laughed in a release of nervous tension. Britta was the first to speak, snorting again and agreeing: 

"Definitely, but now it's time to eat - has been for some while. Good thing the fishballs and potatoes could kept warm without overcooking."

"Um-hmm, but we need to wipe up a little first," he replied.

"All of us," Britta agreed with smile.

When he had sat up, Maren looked down on the sofa, and asked: 

"Did I do that?"

The others looked at the wet spot and nodded. Britta remarked: 

"It must have been good."

"It was," he and Maren agreed, and he helped her up from the sofa.

As they were washing, Britta said: 

"That should even the score for today."

"It sure did, and he promised that he would tell you how good it is next time."

"Not tonight, ... at least, not while doing anything."

"Hm-hmm! Just lie in bed and tell us - in detail - how good it feels for you, how it feels good for you."

"Hmm?! And if you like it, you'll be doing it to yourselves."

"I doubt it, not after today."

Her sister nodded. He snorted and remarked: 

"Fathers should only have one daughter to be a role model for."

"And if one had three or more?"

"The younger one or two could wait - wouldn't be old enough."

They all chuckled and sat down to eat, talking about the next day: planning their meals for shopping, and for their dinner at home, agreeing that something from the oven would be a change, the girls saying that they could make a meatloaf. He suggested they make two and bring one back to eat cold or warmed up. 

They cleaned up and listened to the news and weather forecast. Since the girls didn't suggest something else to do, he feigned a yawn and remarked: 

"I don't know why, but I'm tired."

"Then we can go to bed, and you can tell us. We want to get up early, anyway."

Her sister nodded, and they went outside, snorting as they watched each other's stream. The sun hadn't really set as they got into bed together, just disappeared behind the hill. They all lay on their backs, and Maren said: 

"Now tell us."

"If you promise not to touch me."

"But if it's too good, and maybe ... well, your cock also thinks it's good?"

"It won't, ... not tonight. And I'll slap any fingers that do."

"Hm-hmm! And if it isn't fingers?"

"I'll slap your bottom."

"Oooh! I wouldn't mind that!"

"Stop teasing him and keep your hands to yourself. Now tell us."

"Sometime you have to try to tell me what it's like for you."

"Oh, that would be fun, ... especially if you weren't tired."

"Um-hmm! Now tell us."

Both girls rolled towards him, moving back a little not to touch him.

He snorted and began to tell what it felt like to have his cock in their pussies. They nodded and chuckled, agreeing that they like to feel them squeeze his cock and feel it twitch in them. After that, he was more answering their questions: how it felt when he came, when they came. He enjoyed trying to describe his sensations and thoughts, and the girls did, too, then asking how it felt when they were sucking his cock. He really enjoyed trying to tell how good that was, and they delighted in telling in detail how it felt for them to have his cock in their mouths and to enjoy arousing it. When they told what it was like to feel him come, his cock was larger than it had been. Britta said that it was better feeling a boy coming that way than being frustrated, if he came in her pussy, but she didn't. Maren enjoined: 

"But you haven't. Of course, we want him to come, but if he can't make us, then better not to be so frustrated."

"Hmm, thanks. And Johan?" he replied.

"He learned."

"Didn't have any choice," Britta replied with a chuckle, adding: 

"But he was very willing to learn."

"Um-hmm! Very willing! Not just to learn." Maren agreed.

"Like me, I guess," he remarked.

"Um-hmmm!" both girls confirmed.

They all chuckled. Then they asked him about licking their pussies. He snorted and replied that they knew just as much about that as he did, even better, since they knew how what they were doing felt for each other. They agreed, and then asked if he could tell the difference between their pussies. He snorted again and replied that he couldn't, nor between how they tasted, just loved the way they did. One of them reminded that he could tell the difference between their assholes. They all snickered and agreed that it must feel the same for all them there. Then they asked him what it was like to have his cock and balls down there all the time, and he told them it was especially nice to feel them moving, like when he had been chopping wood and after sex. They liked that, and one of them asked him to describe how it felt when his cock got stiff. That led to a discussion about the first time it had, and then the problem with its getting stiff at the wrong times, when he was a young teenager; and then later, with girls, before he really knew what to do with it - "or with them." 

The girls chuckled, and one asked how it was with a condom. He snorted and replied that it had been a long time since he had used one; that when he had "back then," it had always been good, so new and arousing; and that it had been a good thing that he had, since he usually had come before he wanted to. The girls nodded with a knowing "um-hmm," one adding: "For us, too." "Only we didn't come as soon as we wanted to," the other remarked. "If at all," her sister added, and they all chuckled.

It was a delightful conversation, if not one to help them go to sleep, but eventually, he really yawned, and the girls thanked him for his telling. He said that it seemed that they had also told him about as much as they could, and they agreed. They thanked each other for the nice day together, snorting, and then said good night. One of the girls rolled over and he rolled towards her, and they got comfortable with his arm around her, but not holding her breast, and the other girl moved closer with her arm around him, but not finding his cock with her hand.

Despite everything he had done the previous day, he woke up in the night with an erection and found his hand on a breast. Sleepily, he opened an eye and recognized that he was facing Maren, and then that her hand was lying loosely under his. He wondered if she had put his hand on her breast. Recalling their conversation didn't do anything to make his cock relax, especially when he remembered their enthusiastic descriptions about liking to feel him come in their mouths - and then, that he hadn't in Maren's the day before. Admitting to himself his self-interest, he wondered: would she want to now? Not mind being awakened? They wanted to get an early start, so they wouldn't do anything in the morning. It would only be fair to give her the opportunity now.

He moved his fingers on her breast. After a moment, he heard a soft "uhm," and then felt her fingers move. He moved his again, and hers moved, as he heard slightly more distinct "um-hmm." He turned his hand down and held hers and drew it down. She gave a questioning, more pronounced "uhn?" but let him draw her hand over her hip and place it on his stiff cock. Her fingers held it lightly, first only a reflex, but then she snorted and moved her fingers. He whispered: 

"Want to suck it? You didn't yesterday."

She snorted again, and her fingers fondled it more consciously. She nodded with a soft "um-hmm," and whispered: 

"If you want me to."

"Um-hmm. Just slide down the bed."

"Um-hmm."

She rolled over and moved down the bed, drawing her legs up, as she changed hands on his cock. With one arm under her head, she moved a little further. He rolled his hips towards her, and his cock slipped between her lips. "Um-hmm," he moaned softly, and felt the vibrations of her hummed response. As she gently sucked and licked, her fingers slipped from around his cock and found his balls, discovering that his sack was caught between his thighs. They slipped behind them and drew his sack free, then fondling his balls in his loose sack. "Um-hmm," he acknowledged, and she nodded slightly in return.

Although it had seemed till then that they hadn't stirred Britta, she drew her arm from around him and rolled back, getting comfortable on her other side. Maren had stopped sucking and licking, but then resumed arousing his cock, nodding slightly again. He stroked her hair, and she hummed softly, and then with more hums - more felt than heard - let him know that she was enjoying what she was doing as much as he was. 

He couldn't help but remember Britta's having sucked his cock for so long, but she had slowed down several times to let him recover a little. As good as was feeling, he didn't want that now, just to be able to go back to sleep - for Maren, too. When his cock began to throb, and he felt her tongue still, and that her fingers were trying to loosen his tight sack, he thrust his cock gently and urged her head to move. She nodded and began to suck and lick again, now also moving her head. 

"Fucking him with her mouth," he thought, with only the additional thoughts: it was so nice that his daughter could do it so good; that she liked to suck his cock; that she wanted him to come in her warm mouth; that he was about to; and she felt it, too, now clutching his cock and jogging her hand on it. She did it so good! 

He managed not to moan or groan as he came, but she moaned louder than her earlier hums, as his semen spurted in her mouth. She licked over his little slit, and then he felt her sloshing it around in her mouth. She sucked slightly, as she let his cock slip from between her lip, and then moved back up on the bed. When her head was level with his, he whispered: "Thank you." She nodded and raised her head over his and put her lips on his, waiting to feel his tongue before she opened her lips and let him taste himself. With silent snorts, their tongues shared the taste, until most of it slid down in his throat. She lowered her head and whispered: "Thank you, too."

He put his arm around her, and she raised and drew up her thigh, inviting his to slip between hers. Her arm slid under his, and her hand found his soft cock. He nodded, and they relaxed together and soon fell asleep.

Britta was the first one to wake up. She rolled back and looked over at the other two. With a snort, she murmured: "I thought so. ... Hmm! Sleeping like two lovers."

Her father and sister opened their eyes, smiling slightly. Then he nodded and replied: 

"I guess so."

"He asked me to, ... so he could go back to sleep."

"Hmm! You obviously did. ... Oh, I don't mind - much - just surprised."

"He said, 'since I didn't yesterday'."

"Oh, that's all right; I certainly did."

"Um-hmm, thank you: 'never did anything for that long'."

They all chuckled, and Maren reached over him and squeezed her sister's breast. He snorted and said: 

"Anyway, good morning; time to get up."

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

With another chuckle, they got up one after another, and went outside and "went" together.

With no more chuckles or snorts, they washed and set about making breakfast, agreeing to forego coffee and eggs, that would have required starting a fire in the stove. As they were packing up to return to Bergen, they remembered to include the used sheets, joking that they really only needed to bring back sheets for one bed. Finally, they reluctantly put on clothes. When they had shouldered their rucksacks, he grinned and fondled their breasts through their shirts, murmuring: "I thought so," as though he didn't already know that they weren't wearing bras. With snickers, they set off.

As they were driving into Bergen, they agreed that they should do their shopping before they got home. When they had everything and were back in the car, he snorted and said: 

"I was hoping it would rain, to see if what you said last week was really true."

"Pity for you. Maybe it will before we leave; it can always rain in Bergen."

"You know how we look, anyway. ... Oh! Or did you want to see if other girls aren't wearing bras?"

"I'm not going to tell."

They all laughed and were soon home, unloading the car and loading the washing machine: lots of sheets and their towels, but very few pieces of clothing. The girls reminded him to call their mother, and said they would shower and wash their hair. He recognized the implication that it would probably be easier for him to talk to her with them not around. 

It was: his telling that the girls had been sketching and everything else that he could mention, including a couple of hikes that they hadn't made, but could have. He could honestly answer that the girls had been very helpful with meals, and that they were staying the night so they could cook two meatloafs. His wife said that she would be returning the following Saturday and agreed that they didn't have to return until Sunday, then telling that she would probably have to visit her parents every couple of weeks for the rest of the summer, and gave her greetings to the girls, after he had said that they were already washing their hair. 

As he hung up, he realized that this was the first time in days since they hadn't been in constant sight of each other, except when they had to use the outhouse. He went and took a shower in the other bathroom, a little surprised to see in the mirror how his beard had grown, wondering if after another week he could wear it to work. He always let it grow at the cabin, but never before had considered not shaving at the end of vacation. Have to ask the girls, he thought, wondering that they hadn't mentioned it, even the first couple of days, when it was scratchy - and he had been licking their pussies. 

It occurred to him, that maybe they were enjoying girl-talk after having been together with him day and night, although after their conversation in bed, it didn't seem like there was much that they could want to discuss that they wouldn't say with him present. Opening a drawer to find fresh underpants, he remembered with a snort that one of them had ask: "Who said we were going to have any clothes on?" He snorted again, closing the drawer, and left the bedroom, feeling a little strange about being elsewhere in the house with nothing on.




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 05



Then he rationalized that he might as well go in their room to let them see immediately that he had understood that they were going to stay naked, better than let them wonder if they should put on something. He imagined their choosing to wear light summer dresses with nothing on underneath as the minimal alternative, rather than just panties - with or without bras. 

They were still in their bathroom, both of them using hairdryers, too loud for them to carry on a conversation. He saw himself in their full length mirror, and inspected his tan: definitely paler where his shorts had been, but not as pale there as in the winter. Then he looked at his cock and balls, jostling them a little to make sure that they were as loose as possible, wondering if they were really larger than Johan's. No, the girls had just been thinking about his cock when it was aroused. No, he wasn't going to try to see it that way, but just thinking about it seemed to help. But he didn't want them to finding him standing there looking at himself. But he could, sitting on the bed opposite the mirror, too far away, but why not there?

Shortly after he sat down, smiling at himself, the sound of the hairdryers stopped. Only then, sitting there and seeing the other bed, did he remember the suggestions about where they would sleep. He wondered if he only imagined that his cock was heavier on his sack. When he heard one of the girls say something, he called: 

"All clean?"

Their faces appeared in the doorway, and one asked: 

"What are you doing here?"

"Didn't want you to be wondering if you should put on anything."

"Hmm?"

"We wouldn't have, but thanks; could have been funny if you had."

"I was about to, and then remembered what one of you said."

The girls smirked, and one replied: 

"That's good. Nice."

"Just a little funny walking around the house like this. ... Oh, greetings from your mother. She's returning on Saturday and expect us back on Sunday."

"And the grandparents?"

"She thinks she'll have to visit them every couple of weeks for a while. Oh, she liked hearing that you both were helping with the cooking, and the idea about meatloaf."

"So we can cook for you, when she's away?"

"She didn't say that, but if you want to, maybe something more ambitious than what we have at the cabin."

"We can try."

"I'm easy to please."

"Hm-hm-hmm! We're not, but ..., well ..."

"She said it yesterday."

"I wasn't talking about that."

The girls glanced at each other, nodding with slight smirks, and replied in unison: 

"But we are."

"Hmm! I was afraid so."

"You don't have to do anything."

"I've heard that before, ... a couple of times."

"Um-hmm."

"And since you're so easy to please ..."

"I want to please you," Britta said in a more serious tone.

The girls were now in the room, and he could see that Britta's nipples were standing out. He smiled with a slight nod and murmured: 

"As long as I don't have to do anything."

Britta shook her head with a smile and replied: 

"Just let me, ... like with Maren, two days ago." 

He smiled with another nod and spread his thighs, as she dropped to her knees. She crept closer and fondled his heavy feeling loose balls, and then raised his now very heavy cock. He watched its head disappear between her lips, wondering if he hadn't been expecting it to happen like this - hoping it would? As her tongue began to make his cock stiffen and rise, he glanced up at the mirror, a little surprised at the image of himself with his daughter kneeling with her head down in his lap, looking at her taut ass, wishing he could see better the curve of her pussy with the line between its lips. He glanced over at Maren, who smiled with a slight nod, as though she had understood where he had been looking. Definitely; she slid her hand down between her legs, and smirked. Then she surprised him by dropping down on her back behind her sister and moving her face under her pussy. 

Britta hummed on his cock as she felt her sister's tongue lick. He reached down and fondle her breasts, as his eyes shifted between watching her head bob slowly, as she licked and sucked, and trying to see in the mirror what Maren's tongue was doing, as she held her sister's hips. Did she want him to be able to, just letting the tip of her tongue move where he could see it, instead of clasping Britta's hips down on her mouth and sucking? 

Then she did. Oh! She had drawn her knees up, when she did, and now he could see her pussy, the slit descending from her curly, red hair. He chuckled, thinking it was a little compensation for her hiding Britta's pussy from his view, as he heard moist sounds, as her tongue lapped over Britta's wet hole, making her hum, buzzing on his cock. He licked his lips unconsciously, almost tasting and feeling what it was like for Maren's tongue. It always aroused him, and it was arousing Maren. In the mirror, he watched her pussy lips open slightly and hummed in appreciation, and then in response to Britta's humming again, increasing the arousal of his cock.

He didn't want more arousal like that, knowing what was gong to follow. He urged her to rise, murmuring: 

"Come, fuck me."

She raised her head, giving him a slight, aroused smile, as she rose up, immediately turning to sit on his cock with her back to him, with an experienced grasp guiding his cock into her wet, ready pussy. With an aroused moan, she lowered her hips, and he saw in the mirror his cock disappear in her pussy. Her hand dropped down and fondled his balls, until Maren had rolled over and crept forward and took them from her. He watched Britta spread her thighs past his, and then Maren's head was up between them. He grasped Britta's breasts again and held her closer, so that he could look down over her shoulder and see Maren's face on her pussy, now much better able to see her tongue and recognize that she was licking Britta's clitoris, although he couldn't see it through her hair. Her moans and the movement in her pussy confirmed, however, that she was being aroused, and he, with her.

He knew what was going to happen; Maren was going to make her sister have as many orgasms as she wanted - as many as she could stand - and his cock was going to enjoy them, too, but it was going to be fierce pleasure. But he didn't have to do anything. He dropped back on the bed, and Britta gave a short, more emphatic moan, as his cock thrust a little deeper in her tight pussy. Then he remembered that he had promised to tell her what he was feeling. 

Squeezing her breasts and fondling her stiff nipples, he moaned and tried to tell what he was enjoying - not blow-by-blow - twitch-and-clutch in her pussy, and what he would enjoy doing, if he were in Maren's position. Her chuckle and fondle of his balls suggested that she either then did, or was already. Britta nodded and also chuckled, but it sounded like a more aroused moan. When Maren fondled his balls again, he mentioned how nice that felt, considering suggesting that she could do something else for him, wanting to feel a finger on or in his asshole. He decided against that, however; he didn't need any additional arousal, and asked her instead to try to loosen his sack.

Both girls understood from previous experience that he wanted to prolong his arousal. Maren stopped arousing Britta with her tongue and caught a wrinkle of his sack and pulled, remarking: 

"I was thinking of doing something else."

"Hmm! Me too, but I know what's going to happen; don't need anything extra."

"But don't say that again; I was about to come," Britta remarked."

"Me too - obviously - but I won't. It was feeling so good, almost too good."

Maren continued to work at loosening his sack, as Britta replied: 

"It can't be too good."

"Just too soon."

"Hmm! I wasn't thinking so."

"Sorry. You girls want it again and again, which is also very arousing for me, ... and I want it to be like that, but ..., well, after I come, it's almost too sensitive for a while - my cock. But then it gets better again."

Maren snorted, now fondling his loose balls, and remarked: 

"It is for us, too, but not 'too sensitive', not too sensitive to keep us from wanting it again."

Britta nodded with a snort and said: 

"You didn't tell us that last night."

"You two didn't either, but I guess I could have thought it wasn't, after watching you two a couple of days ago."

"Um-hmm!" both girls responded, one adding with a snicker: 

"Wanted to show you."

"Hmm! Very impressive, thank you, just a little frightening to discover that girls - women - could be wanting more than guys expect."

He jogged his hips under Britta's and added: 

"I'll try. Enough talk, before I slip out."

The girls nodded, and Maren resumed licking her sister's pussy, which soon had his cock more aroused again, duly mentioned by him. With no more talk, he just enjoyed what pussy and cock were doing in response to each other and to what Maren's busy tongue was doing on Britta's clitoris, all of them moaning. His balls drew up again, and Britta's hips began to twitch to and fro. Her feet slipped inside his calves to give her more purchase to move her hips, and he offered her the resistance she need, as his hips began to twitch in response to the additional arousal on his cock, as her pussy clip it faster. He was moaning, but her moans were shifting to a series of whimpers. 

Then she gasped, and he felt her pussy flood his cock with her warm juice, feeling it run down on his tight sack, and then his cock spurted his semen in a long stream, and then smaller ones, as he gasped and groaned, clutching her breast with his hands.

"Oh God!" he thought in anticipation that that was just her first orgasm: why did girls want to have another one, when it had been so good?! They shouldn't know that they could! 

But Maren and Britta knew that they did. Maren licked down to lap up some of Britta's juice from his sack, and then returned to arousing her clitoris. When she gave a sharp moan in response, her hips twitched, and his cock twitched, but his over sensitive cock wasn't too stressed, since it wasn't moving in her pussy, like when he had responded to Maren's demand to be fucked the previous day.

Britta immediately had another orgasm, whimpering again, as her pussy clutched his cock with a series of strong clips. Maren relented for a few moments, but then began again to lick, and now her finger did slip in and find his asshole. Britta groaned, as if in pain, but apparently Maren knew that she wanted her to continue. She was still sitting upright, letting it happen, her pussy started to clutch his cock again, as she whimpered softly. Then she suddenly dropped back down on him and cried out softly: "Oh, fuck me!" 

He grasped her breasts harder, and his hips rocked up, as hard and fast as they could, his cock again now wanting to come, especially when he felt Maren's finger probing, changing his mind about girls' having multiple orgasms; he wanted her to have another one, and wanted his own.

With gasps and loud, whimpering groans, she did, as he grunted and felt his cock spurting again, as her whimpering shifted to uncontrolled laughter. Her convulsing body stilled and lay heavy on his, both their stomachs heaving as they recovered. He felt Maren slip her finger out and then her hand massaging his sack, soon able to jostle his balls, when it loosened. He felt his cock softening. Maren must have also noticed; she pulled gently the skin at the front of his sack, and his cock slipped slowly out. She almost caught it with her tongue, sucking into her mouth and licking around it. Then she let it slip out and quickly licked up the moisture that had followed his cock out of Britta's pussy. 

He didn't know she had done that, but her humming chuckle suggested she liked what she was doing - tasting the mixture of his semen and her sister's pussy juice. Britta did, however - she had done the same two days before. She snorted and murmured: 

"Tastes good, ... if we like to do that."

"Um-hmm, we do."

"Um-hmm! ... God, it was good! Thanks. ... Hm-hmm! Maybe you are the best."

She held his hands on her breasts and turned her head back towards his.

He snorted and curled his fingers in and rubbed her soft nipples, replying: 

"I hope not, ... just trying - enjoying trying - to set an example."

The girls chuckled, Britta squeezing his hands, Maren stroking her fingers down his cock and then murmuring: 

"A very good example."

"Hmm! Don't tell anyone, ... and not that you need each other to make it that good."

The girls shook their heads, as they all chuckled. Britta's feet had slipped from behind his calves when she dropped back. She tried to hook them back behind them to sit up. His hands slid around to her sides and helped her. Maren licked up another ooze from her pussy. Britta looked down and snickered, remarking: 

"Almost as good as ... last night."

"Just 'almost'."

They all chuckled. He slapped her ass and said: 

""Get up and wash. I need to, too. Maren can see if the washing machine has finished."

Maren nodded and went off, and the two of them went in the bathroom and washed, exchanging both wry and affectionate smiles. Maren hadn't returned, and they assumed that she was putting the wash in the dryer. They returned to the bed, sitting together with his arm around her shoulders, glancing at each with slightly wry smiles again. Then they saw themselves in the mirror, both snorting slightly at the surprising view of their sitting together like that. They smiled wryly at each other in the mirror, snorting again. She reached across and pulled his hand down on her breast, smiling at him, as she pressed his fingers around it. He held it, nodding slightly and returning her smile.

They sat like that, until Maren returned. She snorted and smiled when she saw them, and then remarked:

"Sure looks like ..., well, ... like Britta said this morning, ... nice."

"Um-hmm," they both agreed, not changing their position. 

He squeezed her breast, and she nodded. Maren smiled and changed the subject: 

"Yes, the washing was finished, put it in the drier. And it does feel funny to be running around like this."

"Um-hmm. I don't want us to, to see you two like this anywhere else, or you, me."

The girls nodded understandingly. He smiled and added: 

"I don't care what you have or don't have on underneath, just so that it looks like you're dressed."

The girls nodded again, this time with slight smirks. Maren said: 

"I was thinking of bringing us beers. Shall I? Can I go like this?"

She held out her arms to emphasize her nakedness, smirking again. 



Daughters and Fathers Ch. 06



He and Britta sat on the bed, looking at each other in the mirror, until Maren returned from tending the laundry. She snorted and smiled when she saw them, and then remarked:

"Sure looks like ..., well, ... like Britta said this morning, ... nice."

"Um-hmm," they both agreed, not changing their position. 

He squeezed Britta's breast, and she nodded. Maren smiled and changed the subject: 

"Yes, the washing was finished, put it in the drier. And it does feel funny to be running around like this."

"Um-hmm. I don't want us to, to see you two like this anywhere else, or you, me."

The girls nodded understandingly. He smiled and added: 

"I don't care what you have or don't have on underneath, just so that it looks like you're dressed."

The girls nodded again, this time with slight smirks. Maren said: 

"I was thinking of bringing us beers. Shall I? Can I go like this?"

She held out her arms to emphasize her nakedness, smirking again.

He snorted and replied: 

"Good idea, ... as long as I can't see you."

She nodded with another smirk and hurried off. When she returned with three beers, he and Britta were still sitting like that, but had moved back towards the wall, leaning against it with their legs extended over the edge of the bed, and her hand was now in his lap, just holding his soft cock and his balls, gathered up in her fingers. Maren snorted with a slight, brief smile and said: 

"I guess so."

"I didn't know where else to put it," Britta replied, fondling.

"Hmm! Almost anywhere else, ... but I would have, too. Here."

She handed them their beers, offering Britta hers close to that hand, but she reached over and took it with her other hand, grinning at her sister, who responded: 

"Just don't get too possessive; remember, it's mine, too."

"Hmm! No, it's mine," their father quickly interjected, adding: "and your mother's."

The girls started at his mentioning her. He smiled, slightly apologetically, and murmured: 

"But she can hold it for now. Thanks, skaal."

The girls nodded, looking more relaxed, and also said "skaal." They all drank and smiled at each other again. Maren plumped herself down on his other side, and he put his other arm around her, apologizing for not also holding her breast: 

"I have to hold my beer."

"Hmm! Weak excuse."

He let the cool bottle dangle and rub over her nipple. It popped out and she squealed. 

"That's unfair!

"Give it to me," Britta said, reaching over with the hand that had been holding him. He let her take it and put his hand on Maren's breast."

"Still cold," she murmured, her nipple still stiff in his palm, but then it relaxed. The girls had a sip, and Britta offered him one from his bottle. After he drank, and they relaxed, he murmured: 

"At least, we didn't get like this because we were drunk."

"It bothers you," Britta asked softly."

"I said that; ... I guess so, a little. ... I didn't think so, ... but I said it."

"I guess so, ... but we all wanted to - want to."

Maren nodded without commenting at this sudden change of subject. He also nodded, then replying softly: 

"Yes, ... we did, we do, ... I do, ... even if I said that. ... How could I help but?"

"It surprised us, too."

Maren nodded again. He appreciated her unusual reticence. He also nodded and then said: "Skaal."

"Skaal."

"Skaal."

The girls smiled slightly, and they all drank, he, with Britta's help. They smiled at each other again, having with their skaals confirmed their understanding. He squeezed their breasts. Britta saw Maren's hand moving towards his lap and nodded, murmuring: 

"Go ahead; ... I did."

Maren smiled in appreciation, and her hand descended in his lap, her fingers gathering up his balls with his cock in her palm. He squeezed their breasts again. For a while, they just sat there like that, enjoying their familiar intimacy, his and Maren's fingers moving slightly. When they recognized that they all were looking at the mirror, they smiled at each other, nodding slightly. Britta offered him another sip, and then the girls drank, and a minute or two later, she silently offered him another one, and they also drank again.

After another minute or two, he snorted and then tweaked their nipples and murmured: 

"We haven't been so silent in a long time."

"Hm-umm, ... but nice," Britta agreed. 

Maren nodded, finally speaking softly: 

"Very nice."

He nodded, as her fingers fondled his balls. It was still another minute or two, before he broke their reverie: 

"I'm hungry. At least, I really will be by the time the meatloaf is ready."

The girls nodded, and he released their breasts and took his beer from Britta. Maren gave his balls another fondle and took her hand from his lap. They looked at each other with slight smiles and drank again without saying skaal.

As they were standing up, he reminded them: 

"Put something on. I will."

The girls nodded, and he went back to the other bedroom and found loose pants and a shirt and put them on, liking the feeling of having no underpants to keep his cock and balls from jostling. The girls joined him in the kitchen, Britta in a light shirtwaist dress - as he had envisaged. Maren was wearing a jersey dress, that was only a longer t-shirt, reaching half-way down her thighs. He nodded his approval with a snort. Maren snorted and remarked: 

"Just remind us to hike them up before we sit down."

"Hm-hmm! I'll try to, but then don't sit on the upholstery."

They all chuckled that he had understood that they weren't wearing panties, and went about preparing their dinner. Since they had to wait for the meatloafs to bake, they had another beer. With skaals, they drank and he said that he was going to read the newpapers, and went in the living room. The girls smiled wryly and then went back and got panties, demonstrably pulling them up as they returned to the living room, and also read. Eventually, they ate and cleaned up. When they looked at each other, he said: 

"I'm going to keep my pants on, ... in case you were wondering."

The girls snorted with slight nods. Then Maren suggested: 

We could take a walk," adding: "maybe it will rain."

"Or I can just follow you two and see if anyone looks at you."

Britta smoothed down the front of her dress to emphasize her breasts, and that she didn't have on a bra.

With chuckles, they set off, heading down into town. He only followed them when there wasn't space to walk three abreast, and then where there were more pedestrians. 

He wondered if anyone following them also noticed that through the skirt of Britta's light dress one could see the contrast between her white panties and tanned thighs, then snorting silently at the thought that without her panties, maybe he would be the only one to consider that she didn't have any on, their assuming she was wearing flesh-colored panties, or not noticing at all, since it was only the contrast that caught his eye - well, not really; she had a nicely shaped bottom. 

While he was observing that nothing similar could be seen through Maren's dress, and then thinking that it wouldn't show anyway, since she hardly tanned, a young man suddenly stopped the girls, greeting them and then turning to Britta and saying with a smile: 

"You look better than I remember."

He recall then that he was one of her earlier boyfriends. Which one? Before or after she started sleeping with boys? Britta gestured at her father, and said: 

"You remember my father. You remember Lars."

"Of course, hallo. Hm-hmm! You also look better than I remember."

They all smiled, and Lars snorted and replied: 

"You do, too; ... I had trouble with looking at girls' fathers back then."

"And me?" Maren remarked.

"Just as good as ever with your red hair; ... no, also better, ... a little, well, ... more grown-up."

His eyes had glanced down at her breasts. 

"Um-hmm," her father agreed with a slight smile, and the others nodded. Lars turned back to Britta and asked if she was doing anything that evening. She glanced at the other two, blushing slightly as she asked: 

"Am I doing anything this even?"

"No, you've done enough, ... helping with the laundry and baking the meatloaf," her father replied, appreciating her strong blush and erect nipples in response to his first words.

"Good, then maybe we can, if you want: movie, dancing?"

"If you want. Where shall we meet, when?"

"Eight? I can come by your place."

"Nice, thank you. Eight."

They all shook hands and parted. When the three of them were out of earshot, Britta complained: 

"That was mean, saying that."

"Oh, I lied, including the laundry, but I thought that made it sound better."

"Hmm! Still embarrassing."

"Now he is sure that you aren't wearing a bra - must like that - and could have thought that is why you blushed."

"Hmm! I certainly did. Lars was the first boy I slept with."

"Now you tell us," Maren interjected.

"Hope you have a pleasant evening, ... or more, ... if you haven't 'done enough'."

"You are mean. And if we do?"

"Enjoy yourselves, just be home in time for an early start."

"Maybe you aren't so mean."

"And that would solve the bed question," Maren added.

"Hmm! Enjoy yourselves."

They all snickered with smirks, and continued their walk, stopping for coffee and cake, smirking slightly again, when they were facing each other at the table. As they strolled back towards home, Maren asked: 

"How are you going to explain your tan, ... if, well, he gets to see it?"

"Not from being with me at the cabin," he interjected.

"You think he will? That you will?" Maren asked.

"Little sister's shouldn't ask such questions," Britta replied, but nodded slightly, adding:

"Maybe, ... who knows, ... if he wants to?"

"So you would want to?"

"Tell her she shouldn't ask such questions! ... Yes! ... Wouldn't you?"

"Oh yes, now that he thinks I look more grown-up."

"Hmm! Good thing that he didn't suggest taking you both to the movie or dancing."

They all snickered again, and Maren returned to her first question: 

"And your tan? Almost had to be at the cabin."

"Hmm? There are places where one can swim and sun naked."

"But hardly alone, so then with someone you would have been there with."

"You both were alone at the cabin," he suggested.

"You would have let us be there alone?" Britta asked.

"No, but better - with hindsight - than trusting your cousin to keep you out of trouble."

"Hm-hmm! Oh, but he did. Who could know what we might have done if we had been alone, and let all our boyfriends know?"

"Maren is right, but she has very wild fantasies. We would have just told one boyfriend."

He smirked and asked: 

"Just one, for both of you, or one each?"

Maren snickered and replied: 

"One each, of course. All very proper: two cabins: boys' and girls'. You wouldn't have minded that."

"Hmm? I wouldn't have believed that! One - supposedly - shy cousin, but not both of you , and don't believe you would have dare to suggest it." 

The girls nodded with smiles, but Maren then grinned, remarking: 

"Probably, but - hm-hmm! - we wouldn't have done anything you wouldn't have done."

"Couldn't have," he murmured.

He smiled wryly at them, and they were silent until they were back home. He suggested that girls fold the clean laundry, and they went off, while he returned to catching up on the news. When the girls returned, Britta said that she would take a nap. The others snorted slightly with nods. Maren said that she would try to take one to, smirking slightly at her father, who replied that he probably should, too, but wanted to finish reading the papers.

When they disappeared, it occurred to him that his suggesting that he should also take a nap, could have been interpreted as agreement with Maren about how they might spend the night, although he had said it just to show his agreement that a nap was a good idea. He rustled the paper and snorted, admitting that it also was in the sense that Maren's smirk had suggested. He fell asleep after a few minutes, the paper slipping from his hands.

He was roused by hearing Maren ask her sister: 

"What are you going to wear?"

He picked up the paper again, snorting at their typical discussion before a date, assuming that Britta had already taken a shower. He resumed reading, waiting to see what she had chosen. Shortly before eight, the girls joined him. Maren snorted and remarked: 

"Have a nice nap? I looked out before, while she had her shower."

"Um-hmm. That looks nice."

Britta was wearing a light summer sweater with a V-neck that showed just a little cleavage, and a skirt, both in colors that looked well with her tan. She smiled and stepped closer, leaning down allowing him a glance inside her sweater, as he smelled the perfume that he had given her for her eighteenth birthday. 

"And smell good, too," he added. 

"Thank you."

She gave him a filial kiss on his cheek, as the girls had always done before they went out in the evening. He snorted with a nod. A few minutes later, Lars knocked at the door. Britta greeted him, and they came into the living room. He greeted the others, and wished them a pleasant evening. They managed to reply without snorts after all the talk on the way home. As they were leaving, he called after them: 

"And remember, we want to start early in the morning."

Lars and Britta nodded. When they had closed the door, he asked her: 

"What was that about?"

"We're' going back to the cabin for a week."

"He thinks ..., well, ...?"

"Maybe. I told him you were the first boy I slept with."

"You did?! ... You were, too - girl."

"I thought so."

"Don't remind me! ... You've all been at the cabin?" And your mother?"

"Umm! Had to visit her parents; her mother had a stroke."

"Oh! I'm sorry about that."

"Thanks."

"Just the three of you?"

"Of course. Nice, but kind of lonely."

"Should have told someone."

"We got a lot of time in the sun, though."

"I noticed. Nice tan. I guess Maren with her red hair doesn't."

"No."

They smiled at each other and were silent for a while as they walked on.

Back in the house, Maren had snorted at her father's parting remark and said: 

"That could give him ideas."

"Since she said she would, if he did, I thought it would be a little compensation for having embarrassed her this afternoon."

"Might have again. What are we going to do?"

"Have supper and a beer."

"Or two."

"Or two, even three, ... to put us to sleep. Good thing that Britta's not here."

"Hmm! We both had a nap."

"I thought you would say that. Supper: the rest of the meatloaf with a fried egg and the rest of the potatoes."

"Sounds good."

He got up, and they went to the kitchen and fixed supper, starting their second beers with skaals, after they sat down to eat. It was so apparent how they were going to spend the night, that making conversation was a little difficult. Maren's speculations about what Britta and Lars might do, was just an indirect reference to what they both knew they would be doing, maybe not immediately after cleaning up, but certainly after their third beers. 

They had them while watching TV. Before she sat down next to him on the sofa, she smirked and showed him that she still on her panties, not discretely; like a little girl, pulling the bottom of her dress up to her waist, giving him a full front view. He snorted, recalling his thought on the street about the lack of contrast between her pale skin and the white panties, now confirmed. She dropped down beside him, and they sipped at their beers, watching a summer rerun. He wasn't surprised when after several minutes she put her hand in his lap, murmuring: 

"Britta said I could."

"It's mine, not Britta's."

"That's why I like it."

"Hmm!"

He didn't object, when her fingers began to move, trying to feel him through his pants. Before she could, his cock was trying to make it easier for her, swelling in anticipation, but still down between his thighs. She felt it with a little snort in recognition that it was already larger. He also snorted, and let his thighs open and put his right arm around her, immediately letting his hand slide down and hold her breast. She nodded, and her hand slipped down between his thighs, her fingers finding and rubbing his ball, and then trying to urge his cock to move up. He rubbed her nipple, first moving his fingers on the cloth, then moving it with his fingers. She hummed and seemed to take that as permission to do more. Her hand slid up and found the tab of his zipper, but had difficulty moving it. He snorted as she struggled with her left hand. She murmured: 

"It's easier from the other side."

"Hmm! You could have thought of that before, ... since you know. I'm not going to help you."

"Aw, please."

"I've got my hands full."

He held up his beer and squeezed her breast. She chuckled and struggle further, finally sliding it down. She glanced over from watching the TV and gave him grin, and then her hand slipped into his pants. When her fingers felt his hair, she snorted and remarked: 

"Weren't you also supposed to wear underpants?"

"Men are built differently."

Hm-hmm! As if I didn't know."

Her fingers found his cock, that had relaxed during her struggle with the zipper. She hummed as she got her fingers around it, and hummed again, when she felt it begin to stiffen, and again, when his fingers rolled her stiff nipple and pulled on it. As she began to pull his cock out of his pants, he murmured: 

"Not in here. This is bad enough."

"Not good enough."

"That too."

They finished their beers and stood up. He tucked the head of his cock back in his pants, and handed her his empty bottle. She took the bottles back to the kitchen, while he turned off the TV, and they went to the girl's bedroom. She was already gathering up the bottom of her dress and pulling it up over her head. When he went straight on into the bathroom, she tossed her dress aside and followed, remarking: 

"I've got to go, too."

She snorted at the way he was having to hold his cock down to aim at the toilet. She stripped off her panties and waited for him to finish, beginning to twitch her knees. He snorted at her discomfort and turned down the seat without flushing. She sat down, and immediately they heard her stream hissing in the toilet bowl. She grinned up at him, swinging her panties on one finger, and watched him unbutton his shirt and kick off his shoes, still sitting there, as he let his pants drop. 

She snorted and gave him another grin, as she reached out and held his now relaxed cock. Drawing closer, she leaned forward and licked the last drops from his knob, then murmured: 

"Doesn't taste much after all the beer."

"Hm-umm, not much color, either."

They chuckled. As he stepped out of his pants, by habit, she wiped her pussy and flushed. He picked up his shoes and pants, and they returned to the bedroom. When he shook his pants straight and laid them on Britta's bed, she said: 

"You don't think she'll be back? I don't either." 

He snorted and took off his socks. She opened up her bed and lay down with a grin, murmuring: 

"You know what I want to do."

"Hmm! Not hard to guess: anything and everything."

"Um-hmm! But I was only thinking about what I wanted to do first."

"What?"

"What I started in the bathroom. I want to suck your cock."

"And I want to lick your pussy."

"That's good."

"And then we can go to sleep." 

"Maybe."

She nodded with a sweet smile, as he began to lie down with his feet at the head of the bed. He pulled her down the bed, and they curled up together with their heads on each other's thigh. They took their time, enjoying what they were doing and what the other was doing. 




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 06



For a moment or two, he wondered if it was somehow more reprehensible to be having oral sex with just one of his daughters, just one-on-one, then wondering how sleeping with both of them could be less reprehensible, only for treating them both equally, like a father should. He forgot about that and forgot that the delicious pussy he was licking was his daughter's, that it was her mouth that was arousing his cock so good. When he turned around on the bed, and they kissed, he then did remember, without more thoughts about its having been reprehensible. They went to sleep in each other's arms. 

He was surprised when he woke up, smelling that they weren't in the cabin, then remembering where he was and with whom: with his younger daughter at home in her bed - suddenly not such a good thought, nice as it was, but at to home and too close to social mores. In the cabin, they had been further away, easier to forget about that. But it was still nice, and the next day and week they would be back at the cabin. 

He wasn't going to start worrying now about it all with both the girls there, not after had been doing it for a fortnight - what they wanted to do and what he also did. It was also nice to be with just one of them - arousing as it was to be with both of them, like the previous day, fucking Britta while her sister licked her pussy. But with just one of them had its charm: like when he had finally told Britta that he wanted to lick her pussy; and the next night - just the previous night - he had asked Maren to suck his cock. And they liked that he had. What would Maren like to, if she woke up? What would he like to do, if she did? Have his cock in her pussy, of course! He snorted silently. But how? As lazily as possible, not the whole, long her-riding-him and then his fucking her for a second orgasm. They could do that next week, would certainly do it, with Britta, too. And everything else. Was there anything else they could do, that they hadn't already? He snorted again.

Her hand moved on his back. Then she murmured: 

"Nice. Oh, you, Daddy. Awake?"

"Who else? Um-hmm."

"Hmm? No one in particular, just didn't know at first. Sorry."

"Um-hmm. Been years since that happened with me, ... until the last two weeks."

"Hmm, I guess. At the cabin, it had to be you, but here ... "

"Don't tell me. 'But here'. When I woke up a couple of minutes ago, that was my first recognition, that I - we - weren't in the cabin; smells different."

"Um-hmm. ... Funny, you, here ..."

"Um-hmm, maybe not funny, but nice."

"Um-hmm. ... We don't have to do anything, ... if that's what you mean?"

"Maybe, but not this coming week, so also not tonight, ... if you want to?"

"We talked about it during our nap, also wondering about after that."

"And?"

"We thought that we probably would still want to, but that it would be impossible - for all the reasons."

"You must have been whispering." 

"Um-hmm, lying in bed together, but what I said about your nap wasn't quite right. I tiptoed back and saw that you had fallen asleep, and then drew the door to."

"Nice that you talked about."

"Um-hmm, that we were here by ourselves and could."

"Wouldn't have happened if one of you hadn't suggested our staying here."

"Britta, but she wasn't thinking about this."

"And certainly isn't now."

"No! At least I hope not."

They chuckled softly. He rubbed her back, and she, is. Then he slid his hand between them and held her breast. "Um-hmm," she responded, more softly than during their conversation. After several long moments, she murmured: 

"You want to do something?"

"If you do, ... not much."

"Um-hmm, 'not much'. ... Hm-hmm! If it were possible, I would just like to go to sleep with your cock in my pussy."

"Um-hmm, something like that, ... maybe not really do anything."

"Um-hmm, but we're going to have do something to get it there."

Her hand slid down his back and between them, finding his soft cock. He nodded and said: 

"You're right. ... Your pussy, too?"

"Good idea. ... Hmm? Maybe if we tell them what we want to do, that will help."

His hand also slid down. Since he already had his thigh between hers, his fingers could slip in over her closed pussy lips. Then with gently moving fingers, they took turns describing what and how they wanted to do it, and how they wanted it to feel, exchanging pleased and aroused little hums, when they felt that they had done something that aroused the other a little, or when they appreciated that the other had aroused them, enjoying themselves that way for longer than they ever had before, continuing well past when they could have agreed to have his cock in her pussy. It twitched in her hand, whenever she rubbed her thumb on the back of his knob, but she knowingly then let it relax for a few moments. His fingers were doing the equivalent, rubbing her clitoris, and then stopping and finding her moist hole for a while, and then returning, slippery wet, to rub her clitoris again. 

Then he had two fingers deeper in her pussy, wiggling them. She gasped softly, squeezing his cock, and then murmured: 

"We'd better do it, before I can't stop wanting your fingers to keep doing that. Fuck me."

"I want to, like we said."

She rolled onto her back and drew up her thigh, releasing his cock, as he moved closer and down the bed a little, and slid his leg under hers, curling his hips in. His fingers slipped out, and hers found his cock. With another shift of his hips, she could guide it into her tight pussy. She drew her thigh back further, and he thrust it deeper in her warm, slippery pussy. She moaned, and her pussy squeezed his cock, and he moaned. He grasped her far hip and pushed it as deep in her pussy as he could.

"Oh God! Yes! Just like that! Just like I was imagining it would be, better!"

He nodded, agreeing: 

"Just like I wanted it to be, better. It feels so good in your warm, wet pussy."

"Not better than it feels to have your stiff cock in it. ... Fuck me, just a little. Just make it keep feeling this good."

"For me, too."

He rocked his hips slowly, and she responded with a pleased moan, murmuring: 

"Yes, like that."

"Um-hmm."

He continued, now with his calf holding her far leg, and slid his hand up, suddenly feeling the urge to tickle her waist. She squirmed with a squeal and fought off his hand, then laughing and saying: 

"Oooh! That felt good, ... not the tickling."

"Um-hmm. It always feels good when you squirm. Want me to do it again?"

"No! Something new. Just hold my breast."

"That's what I was intending to do, but then my hand was on your ticklish spot."

"It sure was! That's better, also feels good, even if it doesn't make me squirm."

"Pity."

His hand was on her breast, playing with her nipple, and for a minute or two, he gently fucked and aroused her nipple, as she purred happily. Occasionally, his cock would twitch, or her pussy contracted on it, and they would exchange pleased chuckles. She reached across and stroked his bearded cheek affectionately and asked: 

"How long can we do this?"

"I don't want to try to find out."

"Hm-hmm! Me neither, but for a while longer."

"Hmm? And then what are we going to do?"

"We're not going just to go to sleep like this, like we were first talking."

"Didn't really think we would want to."

"Maybe I was, but that was before we started to do anything."

"Hm-hmm! And began to imagine what it would really feel like."

"Um-hmm, how good it would feel. Just don't want to stop, when it feels this good."

"Very good. ... We probably couldn't be enjoying this, if Lars hadn't happened along."

"No. I hope they are enjoying themselves as much."

"Probably, at least trying to."

"If you want to do this with her, I won't mind - I don't think. I can do something by myself."

"Maybe a couple of times."

"I once did it three times."

"Really good?!"

"Never quite as good as the real thing."

"Or what you two showed me."

"Oh? That. That's pretty wild, and, of course, good, better than what happens with some guys."

"Sounds like a lot of them, well, a few."

"I mean: happens sometimes."

"You're spoiled."

"Hmm! Maybe, but it's not your fault, except for letting Johan stay with us."

"Hmm! So it is my fault, ... but I can't complain; being spoiled, myself."

"And letting us spoil you. Hm-hmm! Now just fuck me."

"You really are spoiled, saying that."

"Um-hmm, and want to be spoiled some more."

"Goes both ways, doing this."

"Hm-hmm! That's nice; then spoil yourself, ... instead of spoiling me."

"Not without your help."

They chuckled pleasantly, and then were silent, as he fucked her a little faster - silent, except for more frequent moans, that got more aroused, now that they were only aware of how good it felt. When her hand slid down and began to rub, he rolled his shoulders up and began to suck her breast. She gave a longer moan and murmured: 

"Yes, do everything!"

He nodded with her nipple between his lips and began to fuck her as hard as he could, hoping that her busy fingers would help make her come with him. Her hips were rocking to meet his thrusts, her thighs quivering, and she was beginning to whimper. Like a child crying to have something, he thought; she wanted her orgasm, and he wanted to give it to her. 

His throbbing cock came first, but it seemed that his first spurt loosed hers; her body jerked, her shoulders rising off the bed, as she gasped and groaned desperately, convulsing, as he thrust and spurted again and again. When he stilled, his cock twitched again in the grip of her pussy, and her body jerked one more time, then relaxed, as she gasped and sighed with deep moans a few times. 

His own satisfied moans accompanied hers, as he relaxed with his cock still deep in her pussy. Then she blurted out softly: 

"Oh Daddy, that was so good! I just love you for that!"

He nodded, and she quickly added: 

"Sorry, I know I shouldn't say that, and I love you for everything else, of course."

"Um-hmm. I'm getting accustomed to hearing it; it doesn't bother me any more, and I love you too, 'for everything else', ... and this, too. Nothing wrong with saying what you feel."

"And for your saying that, too. Thank you. Just leave it there; I want to go to sleep with it in me."

"Me too. Sleep tight."

He tried to make his cock twitch again, and it did, enough for her to feel it. Her pussy responded, and she murmured: 

"There, like that. Good night."

They fell asleep. Eventually, his hips rocked back a little, and his small, soft cock slipped out of her pussy. Soon after that, his leg straightened, and he rolled on his back. He was slightly roused by her rolling towards him, drawing her thigh over his and then sliding down between his legs and she got comfortable, half lying on him with her arm around him. Then they were sleeping again.

He woke up in the morning with her still lying like that, still sleeping. Yes, they had both said that they loved what they had done, he recalled, then remembering that they had said a lot more, and that he had thought a lot more before they went to sleep - the first time - after they had done that too - his licking her pussy while she sucked his cock. Not just her 'anything, everything', his too, he 

admitted to himself, and not just with her, also with her sister, his other daughter. He suddenly remembered where Britta was - could be - and glanced over at her still empty bed. He snorted. She had certainly spent the night with Lars, hopefully as delightfully as he and Maren had. Would she see him again, so that she could pass on their thanks? No, of course not! Couldn't tell him what they wanted to thank him for. He snorted more sharply.

Maren stirred, nodding slightly, as her hand rubbed a little. He snorted softly again and murmured: 

"Yes, it's me."

He had been about to add: "your Daddy," but didn't. She nodded again, rubbing, and murmured: 

"I know. ... how could I forget?! That was wonderful, thank you. Everything I could want."

"'Anything, everything', like you said last night?"

"Um-hmm. ... No, not quite everything; we didn't do this."

She chuckled as she pulled herself up over him, smiling with her face over his, and then kissed him, not just a simple kiss, her tongue seeking his and finding it. They caressed, and the kiss got better. His hands slid down to her ass, holding it. She rocked her hips down. His cock was beginning to respond. He retrieved his tongue and murmured: 

"We're not going to do it again, are we?"

"Hm-umm, it couldn't be as good. Just this, since we didn't before."

She started another kiss like that, and he responded, until his cock began to rise. Before it touched her, he murmured: 

"Since we're not going to, or even if we were, I got to go, while I still can."

"Hm-hmm! Me too. Wouldn't want you to miss the toilet."

"Hm-umm!"

She gave him a light kiss and got up and let him precede her in the bathroom. When he started to use the toilet, she snickered and stepped in the shower and went. He glanced over with a snort. When they were finished, she smiled and asked: 

"Want to shower together?"

"Hmm? Where did you get that idea? Oh, don't need to tell me."

As he joined her, she nodded and replied: 

"Yes, sometimes - hmm, often - we do. In the evening, when we know we're going to sleep together, or then in the morning, when we have."

"Hmm! That's about what occurred to me. With boys?"

"A couple of times, before I came home, with one. Of course, his parents weren't at home."

"Hmm! I'd hope not!"

They chuckled and enjoyed washing each other. He used Britta's towel to dry himself, and they chuckled over speculation if she and Lars were also washing each other. When they were finished in the bathroom, he reminded her to get dressed to return to the cabin and gathered up his clothes and left to do the same. 

They met again in the kitchen, exchanging smiles, and began making breakfast. Although Maren said that she thought Britta would be having breakfast with Lars, she set the table for three, and he scrambled four eggs. She still hadn't returned, and they ate alone, with more smiles than talk. Since she still wasn't there, when they had finished cleaning up, they packed the rucksacks with the sheets and supplies, finally deciding to load the car. They waited in the house, remembering that Britta would have to change clothes.

Finally, she arrived, apologizing for being so late, but smirking with a grin as she said: 

"I'll tell you on the drive back."

She disappeared and soon returned in clothes for the cabin, snorting as she asked: 

"Who used my towel?"

Maren snickered and replied with a grin: 

"Oh, an old friend of mine spent the night with me, too."

"Hmm! Nicely put. Hope it was as good as with Lars."

"I'm sure!"

They all snickered and then remembered that their mother - his wife - would return before they did, and straightened up things in the house. In his bedroom, he flung back the covers and made a sloppy job of replacing them. Then they were off. When they got out of the city, Maren said: 

"Now tell." 

Britta snorted and replied: 

"You could first; probably a shorter story."

"Hmm? Just to make it quick: we drank all the beer and watched TV, and had to go, and then - to keep it short - licked and sucked, and slept, and then ..., well ..."

When Maren paused, he continued: 

"And then we woke up and talked, thinking it would be just very nice to go to sleep again with ... my cock in her pussy."

"But we didn't go to sleep, not till later."

"Hmm! Didn't do anything else?"

"We talked a lot, with his cock in my pussy, before we did what we did, before we went to sleep, with it still there. Now you tell."

"Hmm! I can imagine how."

"Why I didn't have to give any details. Now tell."

"Hmmm? Where to start? When we had closed the door, outside he asked what Daddy had meant - if he had meant what it suggested. He liked that, and I did, that he had understood the implication, just surprised when I said that I had told you that he was the first boy I slept with. He then admitted I was the first girl he had slept with. I didn't plan to raise that subject, but he liked it. Thanks, Daddy. 

"So we talked about what to do, and he mentioned that his parents weren't home, and I suggested that we didn't need to spend money for a movie or dancing, could just watch TV. Of course, he liked the idea; we both knew that something would happen, maybe not all the way. On the way back to his place, he asked about our two weeks at the cabin - just Maren and I. 

"Oh, I made that sound interesting, telling him that we did a lot of sunbathing - my tan - and that it was a little lonely, just two girls alone in the country. I even remembered to compare us with the three dairymaids in "Peer Gynt." That made him openly curious, as I wanted, and then tried to blush and told that at night we would lie in our bunk beds, trying to please ourselves. He snickered. And then I made the story better, that we talked about what we would like to do if we had a man there. 

"Hm-hmm! It was only too obvious what I was suggesting: two weeks without a man, and doing it to myself, and talking like that. Of course, we didn't watch much TV. I don't think we - not with him, certainly not with him - ever were so quick about forgetting the TV, if you know what I mean."

The others nodded with chuckles, and he said: 

"Don't make it too good; I have to drive."

"I'll try not to. When I had my sweater off, and it was obvious that wasn't all we were going to take off, it occurred to me that he might be thinking that we weren't just renewing an old friendship, but starting a new one. Maybe we were, but I didn't want him to assume that what we had started was a promise for the future, and said something about wanting to do anything he wanted to do, but just for the one night, something about the two weeks alone. 

"Of course, he accepted that - my having said that I wanted to do anything he did. We didn't need three beers, even all the first ones. Of course, he wanted to be on top, and I wasn't going to suggest anything else. Oh, yes, and he liked my all over tan, smirking and saying that he could imagine us lying in the sun doing it to ourselves. I hadn't said that we had done that, but also smirked with a nod. It didn't seem to surprise him to hear that girls did that, but he hadn't really learned much since the couple of times we beginners slept with each other, but it was better than I remembered with him.

"There we were, and it wasn't yet ten o'clock, and we had the whole night. Had I already promised that I would make breakfast for him? Of course, I wanted to do it again, and better. Was he surprised when I said that I wanted to suck his cock! 'You want to do that?!' Of course, I didn't say it like that, say anything, just started to move down to do it. I just nodded. He just grunted in surprise."

"Like I would have," her father interjected. The girls chuckled, and Britta continued:

"But only to get him aroused again, so that I could sit on him. Oooh! He liked that, almost came in my mouth, but I didn't let him, and then he learned how good it was to let a girl be on top and do everything she wanted. We both came twice, me, like he had never experienced before. He was surprised that I wanted to talk about it, tell him how good it was feeling, but he also liked that, telling too. He probably wondered about my experience, but didn't ask, and I was enjoying showing him what else girls wanted.

"Then we fell asleep. When we woke up in the night, I fondled him, now with my reputation for being a deprived, oversexed dairymaid. As I fondled him, he did the same, and - good boy - asked what he could do for me. You know what else I like. He was again surprised when I suggested that, but - good Lars - was willing to try it. Of course, it was good, and he didn't mind my telling him how to make it better and where. And I wanted him to find out how it was to do it all the way, and wanted him to, that way. 




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 06



"He was quick to accept my suggestion that he turn around, and then we did. Oh, he was doing it good! I managed to slow down on him, till I was about to come. He even said that he liked the taste."

"Of course!" her father interjected again.

"But I liked that he did, when he kissed me with his face all wet. He didn't say anything about the way my mouth tasted. Hmm! Maybe he tasted that before, licking me. Oh, he liked that I use the pill. Back then, it was only with condoms. ... So, in the morning, he pretty well knew everything I liked to do, so we started that way again, and then I was on top, helping myself, and after the first time for us both, I dropped down, and we really fucked, coming again, took longer for him, of course, but that just made it better for me."

"Lucky Lars, getting so much new experience in one night," her father remarked."

"Lucky me! And you?" Britta replied.

He snorted and nodded for Maren to answer. She snorted with a grin and replied: 

"Very lucky. My old friend had a lot more experience than Lars; didn't have to teach him 'anything'. "And we didn't really need the beers, just joking about wanting to go to sleep," he remarked.

"You were," Maren remarked with a grin. Britta chuckled, and he nodded, and Maren continued:

"He already knew how to do 'everything' I wanted, and did, better than ever before. Hm-hmm! I told him that I thought my sister would love to do it that way with him, talking a long time about how good it was feeling."

They all chuckled, and he added: 

"She thinks she owes Lars thanks for taking you out, so that they could be alone in your room."

"Um-hmm, but my old friend thought it might be ... inappropriate to explain why I wanted to thank him."

They all chuckled again, and Britta snorted and asked: 

"If it was like that, that good, do you have another old friend to take you out, so he can do it with me?"

"I doubt it, but maybe I can do something else, if you want to. Just don't talk too loud; it could be arousing," Maren remarked

"Hm-hmm! If I know you, that would just make your 'something else' better."

"You do know me," Maren agreed with a smirk.

They chuckled again, then Maren suggested: 

"Or you can try that with Lars, if you see him again."

"I don't know. We didn't talk about that. Oh, in the morning we took a shower together ..."

"We thought so."

" ... and I had promised him breakfast. That took too long, sorry."

"No problem, we shared your portion. Glad that you also had such a nice night." her father replied. 

The girls nodded, and they were silent until they came to where their trail started. When they got to the cabin, although it was partly cloudy, they all immediately took off their clothes before they unpacked, just giving each other a smile at their returning to nudity. He started a fire in the cold stove, mentioning that he should chop some more wood before they left. Maren snorted and said: 

"And we can see how you enjoy feeling them hanging and moving."

"Hmm! If the weather is good. Go get your paper and make some more sketches to take home."

"Only to take home? The others are more fun."

"Only after a couple to take home."

"They won't be so good."

"Hmm! We can say that Britta made them."

"That's unfair," Britta complained.

"Then make your own," her sister replied and went to find her paper, snorting when she discovered the unfinished sketch of his cock and balls.

When the sun shone between the clouds, they went out, he forgetting his shorts. The minute a cloud came, it cooled down and they returned to the cabin. Maren made a few simple sketches of things: when they were inside; the lantern, that they didn't need in the summer; and a still-life of the coffee pot and a cup and saucer. 

Outside, the second time the sun shone, she sat on the ground and started one of the chopping block with the ax imbedded in it. When he planted the ax in it for her, naked with his balls visible between his legs, she called: 

"Stop! Stand just like that. Nice strong buttocks, and your balls hanging down."

"Hmm! And not when you've finished the sketch of the chopping block," he called back to her.

But he snorted again and held the pose for a moment more, then turning and giving her a grin, jostling his balls for her entertainment. Britta enjoyed the scene too, sitting more to face the sun, and chuckling with them, but he recognized that most of his interaction since they were back at the cabin had been with Maren. He sat down next to Britta. She gave him a smile, and they sat there, enjoying the sun, also warm between their spread thighs. She glanced down at his slightly enlarged cock, and snorted softly with a glance over at his face. Unconsciously, his hand reached down and loosened his sack from the skin of his thighs. When she snorted again, he liked that he had, a similar gesture just for her. He snorted and reached around behind her, and murmured: 

"She didn't tell you that I also did this."

She looked up questioningly, but then felt his fingers find her ticklish spot. She squirmed and squealed, but he had a good hold on her, not relenting, as she continued to squirm, laughing, as he held her closer and held her far breast, grinning at her. His fingers stilled, but he left his hands where they were, squeezing her breast, when she stopped squirming. She snorted and grinned at him and asked: 

"And that was good?"

"We both thought so, but I didn't do it that long."

"Hm-hmm! Next time."

"If you want."

"Maybe just a little."

"Um-hmm. ... Last night was sort of special, not because you weren't there, or because it was with Maren. I was thinking about it, ... I guess we talked about. As delightfully arousing as it is with both of you, like yesterday with you, ... or other ways, there is a special intimacy with just one other person, ... the way it should be."

She smiled with a nod, leaning against him, and he held her waist and squeezed her breast again. When he saw her eyes glance down at his cock, he nodded and murmured: 

"I like when you hold it."

She smiled slightly and put her hand in his lap, her fingers slipping around his cock. 

Maren had glanced around when she heard her sister squeal, snorting to herself with smile. She glanced around again now, and smiled slightly with an understanding nod, just seeing that he still had her arm around her and that they were closer.

He squeezed Britta's breast again, and her fingers moved slightly. She snorted slightly as it filled her hand more. Her nipple in the palm of his hand was still soft, until he slid his hand back and let a finger circle it. "Uhm!" she responded softly as it popped out, then turning her head to give him a smile. He did it again, and she chuckled softly with a slight nod, moving her fingers again, not without effect. They both felt his cock move, and glanced down, snorting as they watched the head of his cock creep out of his foreskin, encouraged by the continuing slight movement of her fingers. When his foreskin dropped into the groove below his knob, they both snickered, apparently loud enough for Maren to hear. She glanced around, just seeing them sitting as before, and asked: 

"What are you snickering about? What are you doing?"

"Just watching his cock."

"And snickering?"

"I told her I liked when she held it."

"Hmm! I bet! Ought to do something useful with her hands, if she can't draw."

"Um-hmm, not that I was thinking of that."

"And she didn't just hold it?"

"Not much more, but it liked it."

"Hmm! Of course, and ...?"

"I was just holding it, and we were watching it grow, and then the little roll of skin dropped into the groove."

"Hm-hmm! And you're still holding it?"

"Of course. He likes me to hold it; I like to hold it, and ..."

"It likes to be held," he added."

"Hm-hmm! Well, if it's like that, the three of you so agreed about it, I won't disturb you any more."

They all chuckled out loud. Maren returned to her sketching, snickering to herself, while he and Britta grinned at each other, his finger circling her nipple again, and her hand moving the loose skin on his cock up and down. They were about to kiss, when a cloud blocked out the sunlight. They both glanced up and saw that it wasn't just the edge of the cloud skirting past the sun. With disappointed expressions, they shook their heads. She squeezed his cock again, and they got up.

Maren had also stood up, and smirked at them when she saw his cock bobbing above the horizontal. Inside the cabin, she said that she would continue sketching, adding with a smile, that they could do whatever they wanted. They smiled, and he said that they would make the bed, Britta nodding.

"You can use it, too, if you want, Maren murmured."

He glanced at Britta, who snorted with slightly wry smile, but then shook her head and said: 

"Maybe the sun will come out again."

"Then I'll be outside."

"You're sweet. I told Britta that it was special with only one other person."

"Um-hmm, that was nice, ... the way you told it."

"We'll just make the bed."

Maren nodded with sweet smile.

The sun did come out again, and they all went back outside. Maren returned to her sketching, but he and Britta didn't try to return to what they had been doing, but talked about it as they sat facing the sun again. She smiled at him with a snort and said: 

"I wonder what would have happened, if the sun had kept shining."

"So do I, not having to wonder too much, I think."

"Um-hmmm! I was already thinking that we would soon be lying there, kissing ..."

"And most probably soon doing whatever two naked people then do."

"Hm-hmm! 'Most probably!' Right there in front of the cabin."

"With me trying to sketch and be polite about not noticing."

"Hard to believe that would have been possible."

"You're right, but I wouldn't have minded if you had; I had to watch you two once last week, but I wouldn't have been sketching."

"Maybe we should have forgotten that the sun would come out again."

Britta snorted and added: 

"Since I don't have to work on my tan, and you shouldn't be in it without your shorts."

"Um-hmm, but if I had remembered them, we probably wouldn't have anything to talk about now."

The girls nodded with grins, and Britta remarked: 

"I'm glad you did."

"Me too."

"Maybe I should sleep on the sofa tonight. We need more dirty sheets, anyway."

"A bed in the other cabin would be more comfortable."

"Hmm? I don't know; I wanted to be within earshot," Maren replied.

"You would," Britta remarked.

"Wouldn't you?"

"I wasn't last night."

"Hmm? I'll think about it. ... Hmmm? ... Maybe if you would, too."

"Nobody asks me what I want."

"Oh, sorry," both girls responded, asking together: 

"What do you want?

"Hmm? I could have expected that. ... Hm-hmm! Maybe I could just go to bed alone and see what happens, ... close my eyes and wait, ... while you draw straws.

"That's a good idea."

"Except for the drawing straws."

"Maybe I would really be surprised and get an undisturbed night's sleep for a change."

"And we ...? Oh, of course."

"But we can do that in bed with you, just enjoying your company."

"And when we do, usually one of us really enjoys your company."

"Not usually, always."

"A good reason to do it somewhere else, not to be unfair to anyone."

"Then you can also draw straws with us, the two long ones getting to decide what they want to do without company."

"That's not so good; what if I keep drawing the short straw?"

"Or me? You can do that together at home any night of the week."

"No drawing straws, then."

"If you will once, I will once, ... but maybe not tonight."

"I'll go to bed first and let myself - let you - surprise me."

"That's the best idea. ... Oh, the sun has moved around; the shadows are all different. Have to continue tomorrow."

"And besides, another cloud is coming, and I am getting hungry. What do you want for dinner?"

They trouped back into the cabin, and then decided that they had to go, and went back outside, snickering as they looked at each other's stream, but not tasting them. Maren remarked: 

"After three beers, it looks diluted."

"You didn't taste it?" Britta asked facetiously.

"I'd probably have told you, if I did."

They all chuckled and returned to the cabin. They agreed to heat up slices of the meatloaf and cook potatoes and a vegetable. He re-stoked the stove, and the girls cooked, while he listened to the radio, waiting for the news and weather forecast.

After dinner, they again played parcheesi, their continuous banter about the progress of the game distracting them from thoughts about how they were going to sleep - until they decided to stop playing. As they packed away the game, they were all silent, he having the impression that they also were wondering how they would. With just nods toward the door, they went outside and relieved themselves in the late twilight, and were still silent as they returned and washed themselves.

Finally, he said: 

"Someone said the best suggestion was that I go to bed and see what happens."

"Maren," Britta said, with a nod.

Maren also nodded, and they all said good night. He snorted and remarked to Britta: 

"That was a little surprising last night, your kissing me like that."

"Um-hmm. That occurred to me, as I was about to, but I always have, before I went out on a date." "I hope before that you weren't also thinking that the date could be like last night."

"Hm-hmm! Not with Lars, but later a couple of times. Good night."

They all snorted, and the girls repeated their good nights. He went in the bedroom and lay down, wondering what the girls would decide. He heard them whisper briefly, and then that the cabin door was opened. Was one of them really going to sleep in the other cabin? Then he remembered to close his eyes.



Daughters and Fathers Ch. 07



After dinner, they again played parcheesi, their continuous banter about the progress of the game distracting them from thoughts about how they were going to sleep - until they decided to stop playing. As they packed away the game, they were all silent, he having the impression that his daughters also were wondering how they would. With just nods toward the door, they went outside and relieved themselves in the late twilight, still silent as they returned and washed themselves. Finally, he said: 

"Someone said the best suggestion was that I go to bed and see what happens."

"Maren," Britta said, with a nod.

Maren also nodded, and they all said good night. He snorted and remarked to Britta: 

"That was a little surprising last night, your kissing me like that."

"Um-hmm. That occurred to me, as I was about to, but I always have, before I went out on a date." "I hope before that you weren't also thinking that the date could be like last night."

"Hm-hmm! Not with Lars, but later a couple of times. Good night."

They all snorted, and the girls repeated their good nights. He went in the bedroom and lay down, wondering what the girls would decide. He heard them whisper briefly, and then that the cabin door was opened. Was one of them really going to sleep in the other cabin? Then he remembered to close his eyes.

A moment later, he heard the bedroom door close, and then the covers moved, and a cool body slipped into bed with him.

"Maren is just going to get a blanket; she wants to sleep on the sofa."

"Mmmm, that's nice of her."

"Very. She said that after this afternoon, it would be wrong not to let us."

"I think she's right."

"Me too. ... Hm-hmm! Letting me sleep with her 'old friend'."

"That was funny, ... and what you told was delightful, ... if you don't mind my mentioning it."

"Hm-umm, I wanted it to be, and it was very good, and he was good, ... but I liked better her telling about it's being so good with her 'old friend', who already knew everything she liked to do."

They heard the cabin door close and Maren's call of "good night," then heard the rustle of sheets as she made her bed on the sofa. He resumed their murmuring: 

"It was, like she said, talking a lot."

"Like this afternoon; I just loved it when you said: 'I like when you hold it'."

"I couldn't have said that a few days ago."

"I know - we know - and didn't want to use too many words about what we were doing."

"Thanks. I certainly had a problem with that."

"Of course, ... we understood."

"But then we talked all about it Friday night."

"We sure did. That was delightful, ... finally, hearing you tell, ... and arousing; I was all wet."

"Sorry about that."

"We'd agreed that we weren't going to do anything."

"I cheated."

"That was nice, too, that you asked Maren to."

"I only asked her if she wanted to. I'd put her hand on it."

"Hm-hmm! About the same thing. I love to hear you say what you want, or what you want me to do. Guys never do."

"Sorry about that. Maybe Lars would, if you see him again."

"Maybe, but let's not talk about him. Oh! The first time you said anything was that night when you said: 'I want to taste you. I want to.' That was when I realized how much I wanted to hear that. I couldn't have said that before, since no one had."

"I remember, surprised that I had finally admitted that I wanted to say it, not just let you - one of you - always take the initiative. ... And liked that I finally had."

"Not as much as I did. ... Hm-hmm! Wanting you to so much, and then wondering if you had remembered that we hadn't washed."

"Oh, I had, but I wanted to taste that too, thinking that I was going to taste a lot more the next day."

"We sure did. Funny, that we like to, then."

"Um-hmm, but I did, too."

"Hm-hmm! Maybe I wouldn't have washed this evening, if I had known that."

"Still didn't know then where you would be sleeping?"

"Hm-umm, ... just where I wanted to be, here, like this. Move your arm."

They had been lying on their backs, just their shoulders and arms touching, whispering at the ceiling. After her last remark, he raised his arm, and she rolled towards him, her head on his shoulder, her breast on his chest, and her thigh drawn up with her calf holding his hip, as her arm held his far side. He put his arm around her, and they held each other closer and were silent for a while, exchanging hums of contentment. Then she nodded her head slightly and murmured: 

"Nice. I could go to sleep like this."

"If you want, I could too."

"Hmm! Might disappoint Maren."

"None of her business."

"Um-hmm. Just talking is so good, that I could tell you that."

"Um-hmm, I think so too. ... I can tell you what I would like to do, or what I would like you to do some other time."

"That would be nice; I want you to, but just being like this together is also very nice."

"Um-hmm."

He rubbed her side, and she rubbed his, hugging him closer for a moment. They lay still and silent for a few moments, then he murmured: 

"I like to sleep on my side; let's lie like lovers, as you said one morning."

She nodded sleepily, and let him roll towards her, his thigh slipping between hers, as he put his arm around her. They got comfortable with their noses almost touching, and she murmured: 

"Give me a good night kiss," and tilted her head up, offering him her lips.

"I like when you say what you want, too. Good night." 

Their lips met, as they hugged each other, their lips just nibbling for a moment, and then they relaxed in each others arms. Her thighs squeezed his, and they exchanged another contented hum, and then fell asleep.

He was awakened by her hand rubbing his back, knowing immediately from the scent of unfinished wood that he was in the cabin, but only after a moment recognizing that the slender body under his arm couldn't be that of his wife, not that they often woke up like that any more. He couldn't remember the last time they had. Both thoughts weren't so pleasant. Forget them, he told himself, recognizing his suppressed guilty conscience. Forget it, try to. 

He rubbed Britta's back and opened his eyes, looking in hers. She smiled, and murmured: 

"Awake? Good morning."

"Good morning. Sleep well?"

"Like a baby. You too?"

"I must have, since we're still like this. Nice," he agreed, forgetting his prior thoughts.

"Um-hmm, very. It must still be very early."

"Um-hmm. That was nice last night, just talking."

"Um-hmm, I thought so too. It was nice that Maren let us, whatever she was expecting that we might do."

"I agree. Hm-hmm! We could make up a story, in case she asks."

"Hm-hm-hmm!"

"Not so loud. What would you have liked to do, if we hadn't preferred to just talk?"

"What did she say, 'anything, everything', if you had asked."

"But I didn't, despite all our talk. I told you that I like when you said what you wanted, asking for a good night kiss."

"Um-hmm, and got one, just like I wanted it to be. ... What about a good morning kiss?"

"If you say that you want one."

"Hmm! Kiss me good morning."

It was a very good morning kiss. As their tongues caressed, he rolled back and drew her shoulders over him, and it continue. His thigh was still between hers. They clutched together on his, and she rolled her hips over his, letting his other thigh slide under her. Their four thighs clutched together, and they snorted, their tongues still teasing each other. He retrieved his and murmured: 

"That was more than just good morning."

"Um-hmm!" she agreed with an impish smile.

"Hm-hmm! What could we tell her?"

"What would you have liked to do?"

"Anything you would have wanted to," he replied.

"Hmm! Want me to tell you? ... Hm-hmm! Everything!"

"Of course, and I would have, too, ... but more specifically, ... just for our story."

"Hmmm! Hm-hmm! Only if you'll do it now. ... And tell me that you want to."

She grinned down at him. 

"This sounds good. Tell me, and I'll tell you, and then ..."

"We'll do it."

"Promised."

They smirked at each other, and she said: 

"I want to suck your cock, and then for you to lick my pussy ..."

"Not at the same time?"

"Hm-umm! I wanted to enjoy it completely both ways."

"I want you to suck my cock, and then I want to lick your pussy."

"Mmmmm! But I'm not finished yet. Then I want you to ... fuck me. After you've made me come in your mouth ..."

"Oooh, I want you to come in my mouth!"

" ... then I want you to fuck me, to feel your cock plunge in my still aroused pussy and make me come again, and maybe again."

"Hmm? Maybe I shouldn't have asked, but I want to lick your pussy and then fuck you until you've come twice - try to."

"Mmmm! You will, you can! ... Oh! And tell me how good I'm sucking your cock."

"Hmm! Did that Friday, I thought."

"But I'd like to hear it again."

"I want to tell you how good you're sucking my cock, how it feels, and how much I want you to taste me."

She nodded with a grin and dropped down and kissed him again, both chuckling. Then she crept down between his legs. His cock had been pressing against her thigh. It twitched when her hand found it. Then more than just its head was in her mouth, before she closed her lips around it: no fondling, kiss and licking, or gently sucking it in.

"Uhmm! You just want to gobble it up."

"Uhn-hnnn!" she confirmed with a nod, glancing up at him with smiling eyes.

"If you want to, as soon as you can, because I want to lick your pussy, want it to be already wet in anticipation. ... Oooh! That feels good, when you lick there. ... Um-hmm, like that. ... You know it feels good, when it twitches like that."

"Uhn-hnnn!" she responded with a nod, sucking harder.

"Uhn! Don't suck so hard. ... Uhnnn! Like that. ... Making it twitch so hard! ..." 

He continued talking like that, until he felt his pending orgasm and said: 

"Oh, it's going to be good, more than you ever had before. ... Uhn! ... I haven't come since sometime early yesterday morning. ... Uhnnn! ... Oooh! Uhnn! ... Fucking you in your mouth! ... Uhn!! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhnnn!"

She had already swallowed what had landed deep in her mouth. He felt her swill the rest around with her tongue.

"Is there enough to share?"

She nodded with a throaty chuckle, swilling it some more, as if to demonstrate that there was, and fondled his balls.

"Then I don't have to tell you how good it was, but it was!"

She nodded again, and sucked as she raised her head, slowly letting his knob slip from between her closed lips. She looked up with a smirk, her jaw moving, and crawled up on him. He opened his mouth, and she press hers down on it, before she thrust her tongue between her lips and let him taste his thick semen, as their tongues caressed, and more of it slid into his mouth. Their tongues enjoyed tasting it, until it had slid down his throat. She raised her head, licking her lips with a smirk, and murmured: 

"You were right, more than I ever had before. ... Hm-hmm! Tell me again what you want to do."

"Mmmm! I want to lick your pussy ... and make you come more than ever before - at least with me."

"You're right, again!"

She rolled off him. As he was moving around, he remembered that she also wanted him to fuck her: "to feel your cock plunge in my still aroused pussy." He dropped to his knees on the rag-rug beside the bed and pulled her legs around. She immediately helped move her body around on the bed, murmuring: "Yes, like that," and spread her thighs, presenting her pussy to him, her little inner lips and the hood of her clitoris already visible. He pushed her thighs up, appreciating how her pussy curved out, its lips now more open, looking like it was just begging to be licked. He licked his lips in anticipation, as he lowered his face.

With delight, he tasted her already moist pussy, licking up from her opening, and doing everything that he thought would arouse her. That was easy, because she started to tell him: 

"Mmmm! That's good! ... Anywhere, everywhere. ... Uhn! Especially there! ... Uhn-hnn! ... There too! ... Stick your tongue in it! ... Hm-hm-hmm! ... It's going to feel even better, when your cock is in it. ... Better than that!"

She grasped behind her knees and drew her legs further back, rocking her hips up and making her asshole more accessible.

"Um-hmm!" she encouraged him, when his tongue slipped down over it, the tip of it finding the little wrinkle that had let him distinguish between hers and Maren's.

"Your little wrinkle," he murmured, and licked it again. She snorted and drew her thighs further back, inviting his tongue to probe and make her asshole twitch. She moaned in appreciation, when it did. After a few moments, she murmured: "Pussy," and let her thighs rise, her hips rocking down a little and offering him her pussy to be aroused. His mouth covered it, and she resumed telling him where she wanted to feel his tongue, and then how good it was - more with aroused moans than with words.

And then she only wanted him to arouse her clitoris. His tongue was moving as rapidly as it could, and she was just gasping and moaning, her hips twitching up and down, and then she demanded: "Fuck me!" 

His cock was ready to, and he almost started to, but then remembered that he wanted her to have an orgasm this way first. He plunged two fingers in her almost dripping opening. She gasped at the unexpected sensation, but then moaned louder, as they pumped and twined in her pussy, and agreed: "God! Yes! Any way!"

And then she was just gasping and moaning, her hips twitching, as her pussy tightened on his thrusting fingers. He grasped the base of her thigh with his other hand to help him be able to keep his mouth on her clitoris. Recalling how the girls had done it to each other, he turned his hand palm up and twitched his fingertips as his hand jerked in and out. She gasped and managed to blurt out: "Like that! More!" and grasped his head.

Her moans became whimpers, as he continued to fuck her with his fingers and to arouse her clitoris with his tongue. Then not just her hips were twitching; her whole body was, her thighs quivering and fluttering. 

"Oh God!" she cried out, and his hand was flooded with her pussy juice, as her shoulders jerked up from the bed, her body convulsing, again and again, as his fingers continued to arouse her clutching pussy, her thighs clasped against his ears. 

Finally, he relented, and let her gasp and groan. She convulsed again, when his fingertips inadvertently moved again. He tried to hold them still, when her pussy clutched them again, wondering if she really wanted him to fuck her after her so strong orgasm, but then recalled again how the girls had given each other multiple orgasms that way; that was only her first one, and she had said that she wanted more, and his stiff cock wanted to fuck her, but maybe couldn't give her two more, as she had suggested.

She gasped when his fingers began to move again, more slowly than before. She moaned, but didn't complain, and he continued, not yet licking her clitoris. When he did again, her hips twitched, and she gasped again, her renewed moans encouraging him to continue and give her another orgasm. His hand moved faster again, and she responded with a ragged moan: "Uhnn, uhn, uhn-uhn, uhnn!"

"More! Again!" she gasped, and it all happened again: her aroused whimpers, convulsions, the flooding of his hand, and final convulsions after he relented. As he let her recover a little, this time he didn't consider that she might not want to have any more arousal; his cock did, wanted to come in her tight pussy. He was going to really fuck her, even if she complained! 

He rose up, with his fingers still in her pussy, feeling it clutch a little from the movement. He looked down at her heaving stomach and flushed face, her eyes closed. Could she really want - bear - another climax, he asked himself. But she had said so, and Maren had given her at least three.

He pulled his sopping fingers out of her pussy. Her eyes flickered open. Then his cock plunged into her. She gasped and groaned, and her pussy squeezed his cock, as she looked up at him with wide eyes. He held still - except for a twitch of his cock. She moaned, a corner of her lips twitching. She nodded slightly, her pussy clutching twitching again, and demanded softly: 

"Cock, fuck!"

He did, grasping her breasts, slowly at first, but then her pussy and hips were insisting on more, and very soon, she was as aroused as before, he recognized from her renewed whimpers, as his throbbing cocked plunged in her clutching pussy. With a groan, he came, and her pussy flooded his pubic hair, as she convulsed again. When his cock stopped spurting, his hips stilled, and hers did, as they both sighed with still aroused moans.

He looked down at her flushed face, recognizing that he had been fucking his other daughter, fucking her like he couldn't remember ever having fucked so hard. His cock twitched again, and her pussy held it tighter. Her eyes opened, finding his, her expression unchanged, but her feet, locked behind his back, pumping against him to move her hips and urging him to move his. 

She wanted more, again! How could she be still be so aroused?! "Everything!" His hips responded, fucking again. He felt his balls in his loose sack slap against her ass. Could he again? At least try. He grasped her shoulders to keep her from sliding back, as his hips smacked up against hers. He had never fucked so hard! And she was flooding again! So much warm liquid! But he hadn't come yet. He had to! Whether she wanted more or not!

She was gasping and whimpering, her hips no longer meeting the thrust of his, as he continued to plunge his cock in her pussy. Finally, he felt his cock spurt. Finally! And again! But she groaned, and her hips twitched up, as her pussy clutched his cock, and her feet began again to encourage him to continue to fuck her. 

He did, as hard as he could, despite the overly sensitive sensations on his cock, as it moved in her clutching pussy. With great relief, he felt her pussy juice again, as her shoulders jerked in the clasp of his hands. Finally, she stilled, silent after all her loud gasping and whimpering. He dropped down on her, exhausted. Their stomachs heaved against each other, as he lay with his head next to hers.

In their arousal, they hadn't heard or seen that Maren had opened the door after Britta had cried out "Oh God!" with her first orgasm. She had watched them, holding her breast and pussy, arousing herself, watching them until he started to fuck Britta. Then she was too aroused, beginning to moan, and returned to the sofa and fingered her pussy to a good orgasm, inspired by the sight and then just the aroused noises from the bedroom. She recovered before they did, and returned to the door, seeing them still lying like that, his balls now hanging down between his legs. She snorted silently with a smile and pulled the door closed, without latching it. 

She was about to lie down again, but then quietly opened the cabin door and went outside. The sun was shining brightly. When her stream started, she snorted and caught a handful and tasted it, wrinkling her nose with another snort, but catching another handful and tasting it again. She returned to the cabin and peeked through the bedroom door again. Her father and sister were now lying in each others arms with their heads back on the pillows and their legs interlocked. She smiled again and returned to the other room. With a snort, she folded the sheet and blanket and left them at one end of the sofa, and then tried as silently as possible the set the table for breakfast.

Her father heard the slight noise, however, and rubbed Britta's back, who then awoke with a soft moan, nodding, and then murmuring: 




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 07



"I said it before, but it was never like that."

"Um-hmm, I said it too."

"Give me a kiss, just a small one."

He did, just the tips of their tongues touching for a few seconds, as their thighs tightened together. Then she murmured: 

"Good morning."

"Good morning. ... It was also a good night."

"Um-hmm! And not just the way it ended."

"Um-hmm. That's what I meant, but also the way it ended."

"Hm-hmm! But especially that, too."

"Um-hmm."

They hugged each other closer. Then Britta, who was lying so that she could see the door, noticed that it was ajar. She snorted and murmured: 

"Maren must have been watching us; the door is open."

"Can't blame her for wanting to, having to; I'm sure we made enough noise to let anyone know what we were doing."

"Hmmm! For sure. ... Luckily, not 'anyone', just Maren."

"Um-hmm! ... Shouldn't we get up?"

"Do we have to?"

"Eventually. Hm-hmm! And if I tell that I have to go, you probably will to."

"That's unfair; I was trying to forget."

"You do."

"Um-hmm," she agreed, her thighs clutching his.

He rolled back and got up, and offered his hand to help her stand up. She smiled and drew his hand around her back, drawing them closer. He nodded and put his other arm around her shoulders and drew her still closer: her firm, warm breasts pressing on his chest, as she pressed her hips to his and murmured: 

"It is special, the intimacy of making love with just one person."

"Um-hmm."

They hugged each other and left the bedroom, saying good morning to Maren, and went outside. They returned. They all smiled slightly, just nodding, and they washed themselves and prepared breakfast, only commenting about the good weather. When they had eaten, Britta said: 

"I'll straighten up the bed." 

She went off. He and Maren smiled at each other, and she murmured: 

"It is nicer like that; I'm glad that I insisted on sleeping on the sofa."

"Um-hmm, thank you. Hmm? Hope we didn't wake you up."

"Hm-umm, but you would have, if I hadn't already been awake."

They smiled again, and began to clean up. When Britta returned, she glanced at the folded bedclothes on the sofa and picked them up, hesitating a moment and then saying: 

"I can sleep here tonight, if you want?"

The others just smiled slightly in reply, and she took the bedclothes to the bedroom. When she returned, he offered: 

"Or I could."

"If you want to," both girls replied with smirks.

"Hmm? I'm not sure. Just an offer; let you two do what you want."

"Not a good one," Maren replied, adding:"

"Besides, we can do that at home."

They all snorted with wry grins and finished cleaning up. He suggested: 

"Swim?"

"Of course," the girls replied together, smiling.

He put on his shorts, while the girls collected towels, and they returned to where they had been the previous time. When he snorted, anticipating that they would surely be doing everything else they had done there, his naked daughters smiled slightly, as though they had read his thoughts. He watched them spread out the towels, suddenly recognizing and enjoying their nudity anew, despite all the days - and nights - together like that. He recalled having had similar, surprising flashes of recognition, wondering if they had occurred only when he had been wearing shorts.

They all lay down, and the girls immediately opened their thighs to the sun, resting one on each of his thighs. He snorted and murmured: 

"Pity, that I can't do that; feels good."

"Um-hmm, even if mine doesn't tan like Britta's.

"Has mine tanned?"

"I'm not going to sit up to look right now."

"Nor am I," he agreed.

They all chuckled, and the girls drew their thighs up a little higher on his. He was tempted to rest his hands on them, imagining how his fingers could stroke the soft skin on the inside of their thighs, but he resisted the temptation, knowing it would be an immediate invitation for them to start something. Probably, Maren, he thought, since he had slept with Britta, recalling their delightful conversation and that they then gone to sleep in each other's arms without doing anything - but then in the morning! His cock seemed to remember that too. Already again? All ready, again? Not really, but still responding to his thoughts and the warmth from the sun through his shorts. Could he wait till one of them took the initiative?

They all lay quietly for a few minutes, and his mind wandered to less erotic thoughts, then wondering if Maren would remember to continue her sketch of the chopping block, when the sun was where it had been when she started the sketch. He could remind her, but what would he and Britta do then? What had transpired the previous day had been delightful, telling her that it was special with just one of them, but that had been an introduction to their then sleeping together. Tonight, however, she had offered to let Maren sleep with him - or all three of them would go to bed together, as they had the previous two weeks. He snorted softly at the thought that that was obviously also special in a different way, sleeping with both his daughters. What if one of them had been a boy? Would the siblings have slept with each other? He snorted sharply.

"What was that about? What were you thinking?" Britta asked.

"Hmm?! You really want to know?"

Both girls nodded with an "Um-hmm!"

"Hmm?! ... Hmmm? ... I was wondering, if one of you had been a boy, if you would have slept with each other."

The girls chuckled and then snickered. Britta replied: 

"I doubt it; wouldn't have been sharing a bedroom and ..."

"And not that magazine, and certainly not Johan," Maren added with another snicker.

"Um-hmm, very unlikely - that it would have happened," Britta agreed.

"But if it somehow had - maybe each of us having read the story - would I have? Would he have?"

"Hm-hmm! We did. Hm-hm-hmm!"

" And if you had been him?" Maren suggested.

"Hmm! Hadn't thought of that. ... Hm-hmm! Oh, I would have wanted to sleep with you!"

"Would I have wanted to sleep with my big brother?"

"If we had both read the story? Sounded good. ... Hm-hmm! Even without the story. When do boys start playing with themselves? I'd probably have been having fantasies about my little sister, 

wanting to see her breasts, trying to see them. ... Wouldn't you have wanted me to?"

"Hmm! Maybe; I wanted someone to, a couple of years before anyone did."

"Hm-hmm! And wanted to see what was - what would have been - in my pants."

"Would you have shown me?" Maren asked.

"Oooh! It would have been embarrassing, ... but if you had let me look."

"Hmm! I said that I wanted someone to, so why not my brother, I guess. ... But would we have done more than just look?"

"If you had let me touch you, your breasts."

"Hmm! Probably; didn't just want someone to look. When did I discover that it felt good to rub them? 

"Hm-hmm! When I did, told you," Britta replied.

"Oh, yes, thanks. But I doubt that we would have slept with each other - gone that far, ... certainly not back then."

"Maybe later. And if you were the boy and had had an older sister - me?"

"Hmm? More likely she would have had to take the initiative. Besides, a younger brother wouldn't have as much to show."

"Oh, if I had known what to do with it, ..."

"And I had already discovered how to play with it, but I would probably have been too embarrassed to let you see it, like Johan almost was." 

"But just 'almost'," Britta agreed with a grin.

They all chuckled, and now he did reach down and put his hands on their thighs and lightly stroked with his fingers. Their thighs twitched slightly, and the girls each responded with a soft, pleased "um-hmm." One and then the other thigh drew up higher on his, inviting his fingertips to tickle closer to their pussies. They did, exploring in the hollow below the tendon of each thigh, making then twitch again, as the girls repeated their appreciative hums. He scratched a little closer to their pussies, and they liked that too, but then Britta's hand held his still. When he scratched Maren there again, she hummed again and slid her hand under his arm and down his stomach, her fingers slipping inside his shorts. They each chuckled with an "um-hmm," and her fingers slipped around the base of his swollen cock and drew it around inside his shorts and fondled it. Britta snorted and murmured: 

"I thought so. Hm-hmm! One of us would have probably have asked to see, sooner or later, if we had had the chance to."

"And not just see. Hm-hmm! Didn't you want to hold Lars' the first time you saw it?"

"Before I saw it! Did, too." 

They all chuckled. Then Britta murmured: 

"Um-hmm! Go ahead and do it. ... I can still remember how good it was this morning."

He scratched Britta's thigh under her hand, and also Maren's, his little finger moving onto the swelling of her pussy. "Um-hmmm!" she responded, clutching his cock as she sat up and moved to straddle his face. As he grasped her hips with both hands, she shoved the elastic of his shorts down and guided his almost stiff cock between her lips. Her hands wanted to shove his shorts down, and he raised his hips, letting them, as he drew hers down on his face, his tongue finding her sun-warmed pussy, that was already a little moist. He looked up at her perfect little asshole and then closed his eyes, as his tongue re-acquainted itself with the soft folds of her pussy and its taste.

For a while, they each enjoyed more what they were doing than what the other was doing. She was fondling his balls in his loose sack, as her tongue explored around the head of his cock, humming when his cock occasionally twitched. His tongue was lapping, occasionally giving her clitoris a little more attention, but then probing in her opening to taste more of her moisture. 

It occurred to him that he still couldn't recognize any difference between hers and Britta's pussy, just that they both were different from their mother's - a comparison that he wished hadn't occurred to him. He concentrated on enjoying what he was doing, appreciating that Maren was also just enjoying herself, without trying to increase his arousal. They both knew how to do that to each other, but there was no hurry, just the promise that eventually they would, and then that it would be very good.

Suddenly, he was aware of movement beside his head and opened his eyes to see Britta lowering her head above his, her face almost touching the taut cheeks of Maren's ass. Her tongue extended and licked down between them. Maren started and then chuckled in her throat, raising her hips a little. Britta's tongue licked further. He saw Maren's asshole tighten in anticipation, and then the tip of Britta's tongue find it, and it twitched again, as he felt the vibrations of Maren's hum on his cock. Then Britta's cheek was touching his forehead, as he watched her tongue probe, reminding him to move his again. 

He was surprised by how vigorously Britta's pointed tongue probed, its tip disappearing when Maren's asshole relaxed, but then being forced back when it contracted, as she moaned in appreciation and began to lick his cock more eagerly, now also sucking. Britta's cheek was resting on his forehead, and he could feel her humming, wondering if Maren also could. Enough of just enjoying licking her pussy, he thought; she was trying to make him come, he wanted to make her come, to make her groan and feel her hips twitch and have her love juice all over his face.

His hands slid up Maren's body and found her breasts. A minute or two later, he got everything he wanted - in that order, his own orgasm in her mouth seeming to release her sweet flood, as her body convulsed and her mouth tightened sharply on his cock. 

Britta rolled back with snort, while his and Maren's stomachs pressed together with their deep breathes, then relaxing as they sighed with soft moans. Britta snorted again and murmured: 

"I never did it that much ... and for so long."

The others snorted, nodding. Maren licked around his cock again and sucked gently as she raised her head, her closed lips letting his cock slip from her mouth. She swallowed and replied softly: 

"Hmm! Two tongues; that was a surprise; ... thanks."

She rolled off him, lying on her back. When his hand found her breast again, she put hers on it, squeezing his fingers around it, then murmuring: 

"I just love it when I feel you come and that makes me - my pussy - do that."

"Um-hmm, but no more than I love to have you flood my face, ... both of you, either of you."

Britta snorted and said: 

"Good thing - that you do - it's so good when that happens."

"Um-hmm! How could a man - anyone - not like it? It's so obviously being especially good for you, even without your telling that it is."

"Um-hmm," the girls agreed.

"I better pull my shorts back up."

"Hmm! Not yet. We're going swimming, ... and you know what I want to do first," Maren replied.

"Hmm! Forgot about that."

"Hm-hmm! She wants to do it without missing a drop."

"Really?!"

"Um-hmm, to see if it's possible."

"Hmm? ... Hmm! If you want to. ... 'Without missing a drop': maybe I can slow it down a little, so you can swallow."

"Hmmm! If you can! ... Hm-hm-hmm! Maybe I can too, ... for you."

"No, for me, or I will be left out," Britta remarked quickly, with a snicker.

"All right, then for you."

"Hmm? Also without missing a drop? Seems more difficult," her remarked

"Probably," the girls agreed with snorts.

They all sat up, smiling wryly at each other. Maren said: 

"Take off your shorts."

With another snort, he did, snorting again as he stood up and asked: 

"You really want to?"

"Of course."

Maren looked up from his cock to his face, smirking and then opening her mouth. He returned her smirk and watched her get on her knees and beckon for him to step closer. Then Britta interrupted them: 

"Not on the towels. ... Hm-hm-hmm! Maybe next time, after she's proved that she can - without missing a drop."

They all chuckled and moved off their towels and the rock to where they had done it before. When Maren was kneeling down before him again, he snorted and said: 

"Hurry! I have to go after talking about so much."

Maren grinned up at him and then leaned forward and raised his cock to her lips.

"Ready?" he asked.

She nodded, tilting her head back with the head of his cock in her open mouth. With a snort, he relaxed and let his stream start. It began to fill her mouth. He saw her jaw move, as she swallowed, and cut off his stream for a moment, managing to hold it, while she swallowed again. It started again as she nodded. The next time, he squeezed off his stream with his fingers above hers on his cock. As she swallowed again, he snorted and said: "You can do that."

She did the next time, still squeezing his cock after she had swallowed, nodding with a snort, and then letting it flow again. After a few more times like that, his stream died down. She swallowed a final time and held his cock in her mouth, licking its little slit and chuckling. Then she looked up at him with a triumphant grin and remarked cheerfully: 

"It worked - 'without missing a drop'. ... Hm-hm-hmm! Nice party trick."

"'Party trick'?! Hopefully not!"

"No, of course not. ... Hm-hmm! But he had to go, and it wasn't convenient ..."

"Hmm?! Don't tell me, if that ever happens."

They all snickered, and Maren stood up, licking her lips with a smirk. She glanced at each of the others with a snort and asked Britta: 

"If you want to now, ..." then looking at him and asking: 

"or do you want Britta to, ... for you, first?"

"Hmm?! Never thought I would be trying to do this!"

He dropped down on his knees and gave Britta a wry grin, gesturing for her to step in front of him. 

"Me neither," she agreed with a snort.

He held her hips and drew her closer, his knees between her feet, as he lowered his body and drew her pussy over his face, opening his mouth wide. From now long habit, his tongue lapped up between her pussy lips, but her stream started before it could get under it again - all wet and warm under his tongue, and then filling his mouth. He tried to swallow, and she tried to stop her flow, but his mouth was overflowing. He got better at swallowing, with his mouth less open, just letting her stream flow between his lips, but it definitely wasn't "without missing a drop."

When her stream slowed to a dribble, he opened his mouth wider again and lapped up the last of it, then licking her clitoris. She snorted and pushed his head back, murmuring: 

"Don't start that."

"Hurry, Britta. I've got to go."

The others looked over and saw that Maren was holding her pussy lips together, her thighs twitching a little. They snorted, and Britta quickly dropped down in front of Maren, who held her pussy until Britta's mouth was under it. She snorted and licked up a couple of drops that had already leaked past Maren's fingers, and then Maren removed her hand, her stream gushing out. Britta caught it in her mouth, an inch or so from Maren's pussy. 

He watched her trying to gulp it down - better than he had been able to - but also not "without missing a drop," and then watched her finish by beginning to lick her sister's pussy. She snorted and said: 

"Oooh! You can do that some more, now that I don't have to go."

Britta snorted and did for a few moments more, then raised her head and replied: 

"Enough, even if I wanted to. Can't let you have everything you want."

"Hmm? I guess not, not after what you both were doing before."

She smiled at her father and added: 

"Thanks for letting me try."

"Hmm?! That was the easy part. That we want to do that? Even like to do it?"

"I do. Yes, funny, but ... well, ... I don't know .... If we like to do everything else, ... I guess I like to be raunchy enough to do that, too, ... want to, ... and like that you are like that too."

"I guess so. Can't say that I didn't, ... that I don't."

Britta grinned wryly and agreed: 

"I guess not, just funny that we do. ... Hmm!"

"Yes, 'hmm!'" he agreed with a smirk, adding: 

"Swim, before I get too much sun."

The girls nodded with smiles, and they went down to the lake. They splashed each other and joked about liking to see their nipples stand out, and then joked about his small cock and tight sack, when they got out of the cool water and returned to their towels. He put on his shorts and told them about his suddenly refreshed appreciation of seeing them naked, when they had been spreading out the towels. The girls smiled and agreed with snickers that they always enjoyed seeing him take off his shorts. He snorted with a grin and drew them down again for a moment. One of the girls snorted and said: 

"Thanks, but we like to see it when it's a little more ... interesting."

"Hmm! Should have seen enough of that this morning."

"Um-hmm," they both agreed with smirks.

They lay down again, now with his arms under their heads, and his hands on one of their breasts. The girls put their hands on his, and they lay there quietly for several minutes. Then Britta pulled his hand aside and said: 

"Can't have one of them less tanned than the other one."

"Hmm! Your problem. You can still hold mine, since it isn't going to tan. I like my pale skin, lets my nipples stand out better."

He tickled it, and it popped out. She snorted and remarked: 

"Not like that. Hers do too. I mean the contrast between their pink and the white."

"Each to her own; I like my allover tan, especially like having no bikini line around my breasts. Hm-hmm! Makes me feel like I could be having vacation on the Riviera."

"Hmm! With lots of guys seeing them?"

"Why not, if all the other girls are topless? And mine - yours too - are better than most of those French girls'."




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 07



He put his hand back on Britta's breast and then fondled them both, remarking: 

"I couldn't want yours to be any better - what ever that means - but where did you get that idea?"

"Read somewhere that most of the girls at the Follies Bergère and Moulin Rouge in Paris are Scandinavian or English, because French girls don't have such nice breasts."

"Hmm! If you say so. Haven't seen many."

Britta snorted, encouraging his fingers to move on hers again, and asked: 

"Not even in Playboy or other pictures?"

"Photos don't count, and too many of them are too big."

"Hmm! So you have seen photos?"

"Um-hmm, but don't tell. What I don't like are ones with big pink areas."

"Then you like ours."

"Very!"

He circled their nipples with a finger. They all snorted, feeling them pop out. He added: 

"And like that your nipples aren't so small - like some others - when they're like this."

He rubbed a finger over each of them and then held them. The girls hummed, and one said: 

"We do, too."

"Um-hmm, but don't start anything, unless you really want to."

"Just too nice to play with, but I guess not."

He cupped his hands around their breasts again, and the girls held them, nodding on his arms.

The girls again drew their thighs up and let the sun shine on their pussies, and they lay there comfortably in silence, almost dozing. 

What few thoughts he had were free of erotic connections, despite the fact that his hands were on a breast of each of his daughters; and also free of any compunctions about their situation, despite its being so erotically motivated. He just dozed in the very comfortable and now so familiar position of lying between his naked daughters, feeling the weight of their relaxed thighs resting on his. 

He was roused by feeling Maren stir and then snort, then her murmuring: 

"Nice and warm in the sun; just felt a drop of perspiration slide down between my legs."

"Hmm! Are you sure it was just perspiration, knowing you?" Britta asked.

"Um-hmm, really, ... whatever you were thinking it might be."

"Not really; I just said that." 

"Typical; wanting to think that about me."

"I just said it, thinking you wanted to hear some response, since you wanted to tell us that."

"Oh, I guess so. ... Hm-hmm! Let me see if you're really tanned down there."

"Hmm! It feels like it should be."

He snorted as Maren sat up. His hand slid down her back, as she leaned down over him. Britta snorted and drew her thighs up and let them flop wider apart. Maren crouched over him with her head under Britta's leg, peering at her pussy. His hand slid further down her back, his fingers in the start of her crevice. She twitched her hips, and his fingernails scratched a little. She snorted and remarked: 

"Don't distract me; this is serious."

He scratched again, but replied: 

"And? Tanned?"

"Hmm? I think so, ... even through her hair, and certainly where there isn't any."

Her fingers suggested where she meant. Britta snorted and murmured: 

"That tickles. Are you sure? ... Oooh! I didn't mean to suggest that you do it again."

"Why not? Yes, it definitely is tanned a little, not as pale as here." 

Maren's finger traced the white line where there was a crease under Britta's ass when she was standing or lying on her stomach. Maren blew on her pussy, and then said: 

"Or maybe here."

"Oooh!" Britta responded.

Maren had pressed her pussy lips back to see if their inside surfaces were tanned, snorting and remarking: 

"Hard to say; they're more pink there. Hm-hmm! And not just there. Pretty pussy."

She blew again, now with her mouth closer, puffing between Britta's spread pussy lips, eliciting another "Oooh!" He scratched in Maren's crevice again, a little closer to her asshole. She chuckled and twitched her hips again. He snorted and remarked: 

"It sounds like you don't want to just look at her 'pretty pussy'," 

"Hm-umm! And it looks now like it doesn't just want me to."

"It doesn't," Britta stated flatly.

He snorted and slid his fingers past Maren's asshole, grasping the inside of her thigh and urging her to move over him, as he murmured: 

"I just want to watch."

Maren hummed and followed his urging, getting her leg over him and then raising her other one and letting him move away from Britta. As Maren lay down, Britta rolled towards her, and with practiced experience they drew a thighs up under the other's head and their other thigh up past each other's shoulder. As he watched them curl up together, he was surprised to hear one ask softly: 

"Fingers?"

"Maybe."

"Everywhere?"

"If you want, but not too soon."

They nodded and buried their faces between each other's thighs. Then Britta snorted and murmured: "sweaty pussy." 

He snorted softly, also at their having clarified what they wanted to do, obviously from long experience with each other, and apparently so familiarly that they had forgotten he was there, thinking that answered the question about either of them expecting him to join in. He lay there, watching them, hearing their soft hums and moist licking, and then stood up and looked down at them, enjoying the sight of two girls enjoying themselves and each other so completely, their drawn up thighs parallel, hugging each other's hips to their face. He walked around them, avoiding casting his shadow on them, and then decided to leave them alone together, not liking the feeling of being a voyeur, since they had forgotten he was there. 

As he wandered off, he had to smile wryly about his surprising feeling after having so openly enjoyed sleeping with both of them. "Sleeping?" Having sex with them every way they could for two weeks. Then it occurred to him that maybe the girls had somewhat similar feelings, their agreeing to let each other sleep - "sleep" - alone with him. He was going to sleep with Maren that night - and with Britta the next night? And then with Maren again? But during the day? Anything they wanted.

He remained in earshot of them, throwing pebbles in the lake, not near enough to hear their licking and moaning. As the minutes dragged by, he smiled at the thought that they were enjoying themselves for so long, recalling that one of them had said: "If you want to, but not too soon." 

He had used up all the pebbles within reach, when he heard Britta ask in a surprised tone: 

"Where is he?"

"Daddy, where are you?" Maren called.

Her voice and question suddenly reminded him of hearing her calling him when she was a little girl. Then he heard Britta admonish: 

"You shouldn't say that."

"He doesn't mind any more, not much, anyway; said so Sunday morning, when I said 'Daddy'."

He smiled, nodding to himself, and called back:

"Here I am, by the lake."

A few moments later, they joined him. He gestured for them to sit down next to him, then snorting and asking: 

"Did my little girls have fun playing with each other?"

They nodded and smiled a little sheepishly as they sat down on either side of them. He put his arms around them. They nodded again and one after the other agreed: 

"We did."

"It looked like it."

"Why did you go away?"

"I felt kind of funny, just watching you, nice as it looked to see you like that, but if you didn't need me, it felt funny to be watching you."

"Hmm? I guess so. We did sort of forget about you," Maren replied.

"Um-hmm, I did. I felt a little like that before, why I tried to help make it good for Maren."

"You did, thank you."

"Then it occurred to me that maybe you had a little similar feelings with your deciding that we all didn't have to sleep together."

"Hmm? Maybe, ... yes, maybe something like that."

"Um-hmm, yes."

"But we can do anything you want; it is also special sleeping together, special in a different way."

"Um-hmm."

"Um-hmm, ... especially with you."

"And with both of you."

He held them closer, and they each put an arm around his waist. They sat like that in silence for a minute or two. Finally he asked: "Swim?" They nodded, and Maren remarked: 

"We need to wash, our faces; Britta's was all over mine."

"Not just yours; you were just as wet, ... and not just our faces and pussies."

As they stood up, he snorted and said: 

"Fingers. When you talked about that, I knew I could just watch, ... or not watch."

The girls nodded with slight smirks and watched him pull down his shorts. Britta snorted and reached out and moved his cock, murmuring: 

"Hallo. Nice to see you again. Hm-hmm! Thank you for yesterday evening." 

They all snorted and chuckled at her use of the standard Norwegian expression for greeting someone one had been with the night before, most often when they had just enjoyed each other's company for a drink or dinner. He snorted again and replied with the standard response: 

"Thanks, and the same to you." 

They chuckled and went in the water. The girls smirked at him, as they made a demonstration of washing their fingers, and then each other's face, and then their own pussies - and assholes. He chuckled and suggested that maybe the many nudes of girls bathing by the Swedish painter Anders Zorn could have been inspired by the girls' washing after doing something similar. Maren grinned and replied: 

"I hope so, ... maybe with him?"

They all chuckled, agreeing that they had heard that artists often used their wives or girlfriends as models, chuckling again when Britta suggested that maybe the girls were first their models. They continued their cheerful speculation as they returned to their towels, Maren remarking - who knew more about paintings - that Zorn couldn't have slept with all of his models. Then she snorted and added: 

"But I have with mine. Got to finish that sketch."

"If you want to," her father agreed, then adding: 

"But first you have to finish the one of the chopping block."

"Hmm, I guess so, when the sun gets around there again - the shadows. What are you going to do?"

"Anything Britta wants to."

He smiled at her. She returned his smile and replied: 

"Anything you want to, ... but it was nice yesterday, not really doing anything."

"Um-hmm. Just wait and see."

"You can do anything you both want; ... after what we all did this morning."

"Just wait and see. I want lunch now."

The girls agreed, and they returned to the cabin and were soon eating - with the appetite of persons who had enjoyed good sex with each other in the sun. With full stomachs, they cleaned up, and Maren got her unfinished sketch, remarking that she still had to wait for the sun to move around, then repeating her offer: 

"But you two can do anything you want."

Britta looked at him and murmured: 

"I want to take a nap, ... with you."

"Good idea. Where?"

"You can use the bed, if you want," Maren suggested, adding: 

"I'm going to be outside."

Britta gave her an appreciative smile for her suggestion, but replied softly: 

"No, just really a nap, out in the sun, but ... , well, ... I want to sleep with your cock in my mouth, ... nothing more."

"Hmm! If you want to, if we can, ... just sleep?"

"I've been thinking it would be nice, not doing anything, just being like that."

"It would be. If you want. Need something to cover me."

"Um-hmm, a hand towel. I can put it in place when you've lain down."

"You have been thinking about it. If you want."

"Sounds nice, even if you don't just sleep," Maren remarked cheerfully, adding: 

"And if you don't, maybe even nicer."

"You can sleep with him tonight."

"Hmm, also nice, thank you."



Daughters and Fathers Ch. 08



Britta looked at him and murmured: 

"I want to take a nap, ... with you."

"Good idea. Where?"

"You can use the bed, if you want," Maren suggested, adding: 

"I'm going to be outside."

Britta gave her an appreciative smile for her suggestion, but replied softly: 

"No, just really a nap, out in the sun, but ... , well, ... I want to sleep with your cock in my mouth, ... nothing more."

"Hmm! If you want to, if we can, ... just sleep?"

"I've been thinking it would be nice, not doing anything, just being like that."

"It would be. If you want. Need something to cover me."

"Um-hmm, a hand towel. I can put it in place when you've lain down."

"You have been thinking about it. If you want."

"Sounds nice, even if you don't just sleep," Maren remarked cheerfully, adding: 

"And if you don't, maybe even nicer."

"You can sleep with him tonight."

"Hmm, also nice, thank you."

They all smiled. Britta picked up two of their towels and a kitchen towel, and the two of them went outside. Maren watched them with a smile, as they found a grassy spot in the sun, seeing Britta smile at him as she spread out the towels. He lay down, and she draped the kitchen towel over his hips, adjusting it to just cover where his shorts would have been. Then she lay down with her head on his already drawn up thigh, drawing hers up under his head. When Britta slid her head up his thigh, Maren could only envisage that her lips were slipping around his soft cock, seeing him urge Britta to move her other thigh up past his shoulder, and then that they just lay still with his arm resting over her hip. 

She smiled and got more paper and went out to where she had sat sketching before. She glanced at the shadow of the chopping block and what she had sketched, and then turned towards the others, smiling again as she got a fresh sheet of paper. Britta's arm was now around his waist, and she saw them move a little, but just relaxing, and she began to sketch them: her father's back with Britta's leg over him and her other leg under his head, just her knee and calf and foot visible from where she was sitting. She could only see Britta's shoulder and the arm around his waist. When she began to draw his extended upper leg, she saw that it wasn't going to fit on the paper. 

With a wry smile, she got another sheet and started over, now using the paper the other way and changing the size of her outline of their figures to fit the sheet. They were still just resting, with no change in their positions. She glanced to check where the shadow of the chopping block was, and then began to add shadowing to the outline of their figures, sometimes smiling a little, and then scowling, when she erased something. The next time she checked the shadow of the chopping block, she also scowled, murmuring "tomorrow," and returned to finish her sketch of her father and sister before they moved. 

She was almost finished, when they did. She saw Britta's hand move, sliding over his ass, and that his arm then held her hips a little closer, his head nodding slightly. Britta's fingers grasped his ass, and his head nodded again. In the still air, Maren heard him hum softly, and then it was obvious that they weren't sleeping. She snorted and held her stiff nipple as she watched them. After a minute or two, she gave a surprised snort, when she saw Britta move and then heard her murmur: 

"We weren't going to do anything."

"Hmm! But you started to."

"Um-hmm, it was just there when I woke up; couldn't help it. You did, too."

"After you woke me up, and it was just there. Smelled good, tasted better."

"Not yet, just felt so nice to suck on."

"Um-hmm! She said we could do whatever we wanted."

"You want to?"

"It was a very nice way to wake up, to be awakened - the nicest - seemed like the most obvious thing to want to do."

"Um-hmm, for me too, already there, just waiting for me to do something."

"But you really did go to sleep with it there. That was nice, felt good. You were just gently sucking, not arousing, just very intimate."

"Um-hmm. I thought so too. ... Oh! That was funny! I suddenly remembered what it was like to have a pacifier in my mouth, sucking like that."

"Hmm! Hm-hmm! I wonder if girls who never had a pacifier don't like to do that."

"Hmmm! If so, I'm glad that I did."

"Me too, but the other girls probably all sucked their thumbs, just as good."

"Um-hmm."

"Hm-hmm! And I'm sure Lars also enjoyed that you like to."

"Um-hmmm!" 

"And who else, anyone else?"

"Oh? ... Jens, Peer, Erik, Morten, Frans, Olav, ... No, I'm just kidding."

"Hmm! I hope so!"

"I just picked the names. I only slept with Jens and Peer - like that."

"Hmm! Lucky guys."

"But they didn't do it to me as good as you do."

"And would have, if you hadn't stopped and started talking."

"Hmm! Maybe I should have thought of that before."

"Maybe. What's Maren doing?"

He rolled back, and Britta raised her head, both seeing her looking at them with a smirking grin. He snorted and said: 

"You're supposed to be sketching."

"Oh, I have been, you two."

"Hmm? And the chopping block?"

"It will be there tomorrow. You two were a more attractive subject, maybe like you thought about us this morning, but you weren't doing anything, just lying there, so I sketched you. But I can understand that you didn't want to watch us. Might not have to wanted to watch you, if you had been - well, I was, but then you started talking. I certainly wouldn't have thought to try to sketch you doing that."

They all chuckled as he and Britta sat up, and then insisted on seeing her sketch. They joined her, and she held it up for them to see. They chuckled again, and then Maren snickered and said: 

"I must have also had a pacifier."

She reached up and fondled his cock, as he snorted and replied: 

"You did; only way to keep you from crying."

"Hm-hmm! Maybe I wanted something else to suck, but just didn't know what."

"Hmm! Good thing that you didn't have a brother!" 

They all laughed and looked again at her sketch, her subjects agreeing that it was pretty good, but that they didn't know what they could do with it. Maren snorted and suggested that she could pin it over her bed in the other cabin. They laughed again, and he said that he either had to put on his shorts again or stay in the cabin. Maren chuckled and reply: 

"Stay in the cabin, and then I can complete my other picture."

"Hmm! If you want to. I guess I have less of a problem with posing for you than I did last week."

"That's good. ... Hm-hmm! And if it isn't the right size again, Britta can tell you again how nice it was to wake up with it in her mouth, ... or I can tell you what I want to do in bed tonight."

"Hmm! You might overdo it."

"Then I'll just shut up for a minute or two."

"Hm-hmm! Or I will finish what I started," Britta suggested with a smirk.

"But not before I finish sketching it."

They chuckled and returned to the cabin. He sat down on the sofa to pose for her, jostling his balls, as she found the unfinished sketch and sat down on the floor. He snorted and asked: 

"Is that right?"

She glanced down at her sketch, snickering before she replied:

"Not quite, need to be able to see more of its nice round head, and it was hanging down further in front of your sack."

"Better tell it that."

"I just want the skin to roll back a little more; no, for it to slip a little further out of it."

"Get a little longer?"

"Um-hmm. Like it was already thinking about how it would like me - or Britta - to touch it."

"How would you like to touch it?"

"Hm-hm-hmm! Like Britta was. ... Oooh! Like that! Just right."

She began sketching, and he remarked: 

"That was good. I'll keep thinking about how good it was."

"But not that it would have begun to get better."

Britta snorted and remarked: 

"Then I better not tell it what I was thinking."

"Later, if you want, ... if you both want to."

He glance at Britta and asked: 

"Do we?"

"Maybe. ... Hm-hmm! But I better not tell you how."

"No! It's already thinking about the possibilities. Relax," Maren demanded softly.

They all chuckled and stared at his cock, waiting for his foreskin, that had been about to slip into his groove, to creep back down around his knob. Maren returned to sketching, glancing up and then down at her paper. She paused, glancing up again, and asked: 

"Do they all hang down like that, not the same level?"

"Hmm! Probably not when you've seen them."

They all snickered, and Britta volunteered: 

"Oh, we saw Johan's hanging down like that - a lot of the time - but I didn't notice that."

"Nor did I, why I asked. I think yours hang down further than his did."

"Oh, they hung down pretty far, after, well, you know," Britta replied.

"I can imagine. Hmm? Have to think; haven't seen any since I was showering after sports, or after swimming, changing, but then, of course, they don't hang down."

The girls nodded, snorting with grins, and Maren replied: 

"Think."

He reached down and fondled his balls and said: 

"I think they do, different levels: mine, always the left one lower."

The girls snorted again, nodding. Maren snorted again and said: 

"Something we can check out."

"Hmm! Just don't tell them who told you, if I am right or wrong."

They chuckled, and Maren returned to sketching and then asked: 

"And do they all have just a few hairs on them, like you, or more or less?"

"Just sketch mine and do your own research."

They chuckled again. He noticed that his cock had retracted more than before, but apparently Maren had finished sketching it. She had, snorting and remarking to her sister: 

"Now you can tell him what you were thinking - hm-hmm! - or what it should be thinking, if you want to. ... Hmmm! That would be nice, to see what happens. We only saw that the first day, but we weren't suppose to be looking."

"But you were."

"But not staring, like we wanted to," Britta replied.

"Did you want us to?"

"Hmm! I guess I did - not stare - but it was a little embarrassing. Hmm! Oh, I must have wanted you to look, just couldn't admit it to myself at the time. You were letting me look, so only fair."

"We did," Maren replied with a grin, then asking Britta: 

"Didn't we want him to look?"

"Hmm! It was all your idea, our going naked. Didn't you?"

"Hmmm? I guess so, but I hadn't thought about what could happen."

"Fun to talk about it now," he remarked with a smile, adding: 

"It was all right, chopping firewood, but then just lying there between you with nothing on and nothing else to think about. Well, I was rationalizing that if that was what you wanted to see .... Didn't have much choice, not with that thought; couldn't keep it from ... well, making it more interesting for you."

He smiled wryly, and the girls nodded with smiles. He was a little surprised that Britta instead of Maren replied: 

"We liked that you did."

"Um-hmm. Of course, we wanted to see it that way," Maren immediately agreed.

"Um-hmm! I noticed, and then was very surprised, ... very pleasantly surprised, but it took a while before I got comfortable with myself about what happened."

"Nice, that you did, thank you," Maren replied.

"Um-hmm, thank you. We were surprised, too. Thanks for letting it happen."

"Hmm? I'm not sure it's appropriated to return your thanks."

"You don't have to," Britta murmured. Maren nodded and remarked:

"Actions speak louder than words."

"Hmm! So true! Plenty of unvoiced thanks!"

His daughters nodded with sweet smiles, and they were silent for a few moments, Maren adding a couple of hairs on his balls in her sketch. Without looking up, she said softly: 

"There's lots of time till dinner, if Britta wants to let you thank her again."

He snorted with slight smile as he looked at Britta. She glanced at her sister on the floor with snort and then at her father, also with slight smile. He murmured: 

"If you and Maren want to see it like that again, we can talk about what we could do."

Maren then looked up and nodded with her own slight smile. Britta nodded and said less softly: 

"That would be nice."

He glanced down at his now even more relaxed cock and agreed: 

"Um-hmm, and could take longer now, also nice."

"Um-hmm. ... I just loved waking up with your soft cock in my mouth, liking that we had actually dozed off that way."

"Um-hmm, just like you wanted to, and I loved that we could really do it, just be so intimate without doing anything. If you had, I would have, immediately; it was so tempting, with your hairs tickling my nose."

"For me too, knowing your mouth was right there and feeling your breath, but I really wanted a nap after lunch, even though I was a little aroused at what we were doing - not doing."

"Um-hmm. I didn't dare open my eyes; if your pussy had been a little open, I knew I couldn't resist."

"I think it was, that it must have been."

"Good thing that I kept my eyes closed; I wanted to let you do it your way, hoping that you and Maren had done enough to keep you from the temptation of doing more - then."

"Um-hmm. I was trying to tell myself that we had done everything we could this morning in bed."

"Oh, we did, thank you."

"You can say it, have before."

"Um-hmm, but not for its all happening."

Maren stood up and said: 

"I'm going for a walk."

Britta asked: 

"You don't want to wait to see what happens?"

"I do, but I can see that another time."

"Maybe nothing will," her father suggested. Britta nodded with a shrug, enjoining: 

"Maybe just wait till what could happen tonight."

"I'll still go for a walk," Maren replied.

They all nodded with smiles. As she was about to leave the cabin, Britta snorted and remarked:

"Watch out for trolls! They're always around looking for dairymaids, especially naked ones."

"Hmm! And if I find one, ... or one finds me?!"

Her father snorted and said: 

"I hope there are just trolls around. Hm-hmm! I think they are very hairy. If you find one, don't forget to check."

"Oh, I will, and tell you, also if they hang down."

"Not when he sees you," Britta rejoined with a smirk.

"I hope not, ... if I find one."

They all snickered, and Maren disappeared. He and Britta looked at each other, smiling. She was still sitting on a chair at the table. After a moment, he recalled what they had said before and said: 

"Thank you for making it all happen."

"Thank Maren, too."

"I will."

They smiled at each other again. Then he smiled wry and said: 

"Now that I have said it, maybe I don't have to show you how thankful I am."

"That would surprise Maren."

"Don't have to tell her."

"You don't want to ... show me?"

"Only if you want me to."

"I do. I want to see your cock get longer, like when it did in my hand yesterday."

"That was nice, just watching it."

"Um-hmm, feeling it swell in my hand, and then seeing it peeking out."

"It liked that."

"Not more than I did, feeling that I wanted to feel it not just in my hand."

"Um-hmm. It must have been feeling the same way, but it was already feeling good in your hand."

"Um-hmm, not yet but then stiff. Did it twitch?"

"Can't remember. It should have."

"Um-hmm. I was looking at it and thinking how nice it would be to have it in my mouth."

"Like this afternoon, when we woke up?"

"Just like that, but it wasn't so stiff yet."

They had both been just looking at his cock, watching grow and then rise off his balls. 

"Make it twitch."

He did with a pleased soft hum. She also hummed, glancing up at his face with a smile. He made it twitch again, and she murmured: 

"Do I have to wait until it really stands up?"

"Only if you want to. Tell it what you then want to do."

"Mmmm," she sighed with longing expression, murmuring: 

"I want to suck it a little and then sit on your lap with it in me."

"Mmmm! It can't think of anything better."

"Hmm? Actually, I want to suck more than just a little, want to feel and taste it squirt in my mouth, and then in my pussy, but maybe that's wanting too much."

"Maybe, but it would like to try to do it both ways; it just so arousing to feel you sucking and licking until it does, and at least as arousing to feel your pussy squeezing it, your warm, slippery pussy, holding it."

"Uhnnn! It wants to! Like that. ... And your cock looks like it could too, now, both ways. It's so lovely, seeing it like that, moving slightly, as though it were beckoning for me to suck it."

"It is. It wants to slip between your warm lips and feel your tongue arouse it, until you just have to fuck it with your mouth and make it shoot all that white stuff in your mouth."

"Uhmmm! You're making me go all wet!

She stood up and wiped her fingers up between her pussy lips, as she came and dropped down in front of him.

"Let me taste," he murmured.

She held her fingers up for him to suck and lick, as her other hand fondled his balls in his still loose sack, and then her mouth was slipping down around the head of his pulsing cock. He moaned, and his cock twitched strongly, as her tongue rubbed where it felt most arousing. The fingers he had sucked grasped his cock, and then she was sucking and licking, as her head bobbed up and down. He moaned with each aroused breath, and his sack drew up. His hips began to twitch, and she met their movement with her head and hand. 

Sooner than ever before - except when he was much younger - he groaned, and his hips thrust up strongly, his cock spurting in her mouth. She moaned, and then again each time it spurted. When his cock was only twitching in her mouth, she raised her head, her lips closed around his knob as it slipped between them. She looked up at him with an impassioned expression and rose up. Without releasing his cock with her hand, she straddled him and guided his cock to her pussy. She moaned, as her hips sank down, and his cock slid into her. Her arms went around his neck, hugging them together, as their mouths met, opening, as she tilted her face over his and let him share the taste of his semen.

He hugged her to him and their tongues caressed, until the sensation of its creamy texture disappeared. She retrieved her tongue and murmured with her lips on his: 

"I just love it. Fuck me. Touch me."

Her hips rocked on his lap. He licked his fingers, and his hand slid down her back. She nodded insistently, as his fingers slid into her crevice. Her hips stilled, waiting for his fingers to find her asshole. She chuckled deep in her throat, when they did, nodding again. Her hips twitched, inviting them to probe. One found the center of her hole and did. It tightened, but then relaxed, letting his fingertip press. She moaned, but nodded. It contracted again, and her pussy on his cock, but then let it probe deeper, and then clutched it - and her pussy, his cock again. She rocked her hips, arousing his cock, and moaned again, as his finger pressed further, its clutch trying to draw it in. It did. She gave a sharp "Uhn!" when it slipped further, but then chuckled deeply again, nodding, as her hips rocked, moving on his cock and against the pressure of his finger. 

"God, yes!" she exclaimed softly: "Fuck me!"

He did, rocking his hips and with his finger, as she rocked her hips and moaned. Soon, she wanted more, beginning to ride up and down on his cock, and he began to moan with her, feeling her holes clutch his cock and finger, as she rode up and down on them, with her head thrown back. Suddenly, she lowered her head over his and blurted out: 

"Oh, Daddy, fuck me!" and tried to kiss him as her body moved up and down.

He drew his feet up against the sofa and pumped his cock in her tight, clutching pussy, meeting her hips when they slapped down on his, his finger moving in her asshole, as his hand followed the movement of her hips. They were both groaning desperately, and she began to whimper. With a grunt, he began to spurt. She gasped, and then her pussy flooded. She whimpered and laughed uncontrollably, and then seemed to die in his arms, completely inert, except for a couple of more clutches of her pussy.




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 08



He held her, still moaning, as their heaving stomachs rose and fell against each other. After a while, he slipped his finger out. She nodded slightly, but didn't move, her head resting on his shoulder.

Their breathing had returned to normal, when she raised her head and kissed him, her tongue finding his again, and then retreating, and then she sighed and murmured: 

"Oh, Daddy! That was so good!"

He nodded. She murmured: 

"I just had to say that. Maren said you didn't mind."

"Hm-umm, not any more. It was."

She kissed him again, without using her tongue, and then lay her head on his shoulder again. They stayed like that, until his cock slipped out of her pussy, then exchanging soft snorts. She raised her head again and gave him another light kiss, and sat up, smiling fondly at him. He smiled back and murmured: 

"I hope you can stand up."

"Um-hmm. Help me just roll off you."

He held her waist and helped her roll next to him on the sofa. She stretched out her legs, grinning slightly as she watched her wiggle her feet and toes. Then she snorted and said: 

"Oh, I'm leaking."

She reached down between her legs, nodding with a wry smile. He smiled and said: 

"You were more than just leaking before."

"Hm-hmm! Because you did it so good."

She smirked and licked her moist fingers and snorted: 

"That was you."

"Because you did it so good."

"Only because you did. ... Hmm! Kind of unfair. I hope you can again tonight."

"Should have thought about being so considerate before you told me everything you wanted to do."

"When you were telling me how good it was going to be?"

"We can wait till the morning, like we did."

"Wonder where she is."

"With the trolls? Maybe just imagining that she found one."

"Hm-hmm! Probably, ... with a hairy sack."

They laughed and got up, he steadying her for a moment, after her having knelt so long on him. He looked at the couple of wet spots on the sofa, and suggested that they should try to wash them. She said that she would, then snickering as she discovered dried spots to wash. Then they need to go, and went outside. He put his arm around her, as they did, and she, hers around his waist, both chuckling comfortably, as they watched their streams die down. He put two fingers in his mouth and whistle shrilly, and they returned to the cabin and washed each other. 

As they were beginning to prepare dinner, Maren returned, smiling at them. Britta smirked and asked: 

"Did you find any?"

"Any what?"

Trolls, of course."

Maren hesitated a second with a smirk and replied: 

"Oh yes, but it took a while. Two, and they do have hairy sacks, but one had seen us both before and insisted that he only wanted to do something with you."

"How flattering. But the other one ...?"

"Oh, he was real good. Hm-hmm! I thought trolls were all small, but down there they aren't."

"Hmm! That's good to know. So you spent the whole time with him. What did the other one do?"

"Hm-hmm! What do you think? Just watched us. He really isn't small down there, not when he was watching us."

"Hmm! You've got a fertile imagination."

"Not really, just wondering what you two were doing."

"We won't tell, ... but better than you could imagine."

Their father nodded with a smirk. Maren smiled and replied: 

"I hope so. I did the best I could without a troll, but it was fun imagining what it could be like with one."

"Good, I hope." 

"Oh yes! He knew just how I like it. Of course I had to help him and show him, but then ..."

"Hmm! I thought trolls were supposed to have a lot of experience."

"Hm-hmm! He was young - and willing - but complained that dairymaids are getting rare in the mountain meadows."

"And then Maren came along, also young and willing."

"Very, ... but I'm losing my belief in trolls."

"Maybe I'll look for the other one tomorrow."

They all laughed, and Maren joined in helping cook dinner.

After dinner and cleaning up, they decided to work on a puzzle, agreeing on one they had done more than once on rainy days in the past, committing themselves to finish it before they went to bed, since they needed the table for breakfast. The table was wiped clean again, and they all started turning the pieces right side up, already putting edge pieces about where they remembered they belonged. Soon they were finding other pieces that fit together. Maren snorted and held up a piece with four protuberances and remarked: 

"Look. Four pacifiers."

"Hm-hmm! For a large family," he replied.

"As long as you just think of them as pacifiers," Britta rejoined with a smirk.

"I did, but now that you suggest it, ..."

"They're just pacifiers," he remarked, picking up a piece with with two indentations, adding: 

"And these are just mouths. ... Hmm! I don't want to know what you think about each time you mate two pieces together. Shouldn't have use that word."

"But you did. Hm-hmm! Makes putting together a puzzle just one big orgy."

They all laughed, and Britta remarked:

"If you want to think so. Just don't get excited every time you 'mate' a couple; worse, more than two pieces."

They laughed again and started trying to find mates for pieces, chuckling when they did. Maren collected a few adjoining pieces and then put them all together, remarking: 

"Just a small orgy."

When they found the last edge piece, he remarked: 

"They're lying awfully still for it to be an orgy."

"Um-hmm, they're just waiting for someone else to 'mate' with them," Maren replied.

With more remarks like that and the accompanying chuckles, they continued. Maren held back a piece, only admitting she had it, when it was the last one to fit. She snickered and said: 

"Do you think they'll all starting moving when the last member of the orgy joins them?"

"Hm-hmm! I doubt it, but we can watch and see."

They all chuckled, and she fit it in the opening, and then feigned a disappointed expression, murmuring: 

"They must have fallen asleep, ... like you did this afternoon."

"Um-hmm, but that was all I wanted to do, so I can understand them," Britta agreed with a smirk.

"Maybe we should let them sleep. Perhaps they're shy about doing anything, while we watch."

"I wouldn't be," Maren replied to her father's suggestion.

"We know that, Britta replied, smirking and adding: 

"If they were like you, we would probably have had to keep fitting them back together."

"I don't think it could really be an orgy," he remarked, explaining: 

"I don't know anything about orgies, but assumed that they would have to 'mate' with other pieces, not just their immediate partners."

Maren snorted and countered: 

"But some of them fit together well with other pieces, that aren't their immediate partners."

"Hmm! Then it could be an orgy. Hm-hmm! And most people would think their mating with three or four others at the same time constituted an orgy."

"Um-hmm, even the corner pieces, just mating with two others," Britta added.

The others nodded. Maren said: 

"But I've got to go."

"Hmm! Too much talk about 'mating,' didn't get enough with your troll?" Britta asked facetiously. 

"You did?" Maren replied, her thighs twitching together under the table.

"Not with a troll."

"I've got to go, too," he remarked, smiling at one and then the other, rubbing his bearded cheek as he added: 

"You forgot to see if he had more hair."

They all chuckled as they got up. Maren feigned a scowl and replied in complaining tone: 

"He wouldn't let me do that." 

As they trooped outside in the late dusk, she chuckled with a grin and said: 

"He just threw me down and jumped on me." 

"You let him?" her sister asked.

Maren grinned again. By now their streams were all arching out, standing close enough together that he could put his hands on both their asses. Maren chuckled and replied: 

"Oh, you know that sculpture of the rape of a Sabine woman: he is holding her up. Like that, he picked me up and only dropped me, when he found a nice soft mossy spot."

"Didn't know trolls were so considerate," he replied, rubbing their asses, thinking that rubbing Britta's was in agreement about what they had done in the afternoon and that rubbing Maren's was a suggestion of his anticipation that they would be sleeping together. The girls' expressions, when they glanced at him, suggested that they understood.

They returned to the cabin. Britta immediately went in the bedroom and got the bedding to sleep on the sofa, letting him and Maren wash first. Even though they all had seen each other wash themselves so often before, as a last action before going to bed, it was still suggestive of what they knew they would be doing, even for Britta, nodding slightly with a little smile as she watched them, and then washed herself. They thanked each other for a nice day - the usual Norwegian expression - said without smirks, just with the smile and nod appropriate no matter how they had spent the day together. Then they said good night, and he and Maren went in the bedroom, closing the door behind them. 

She got in bed first, holding up the covers, waiting for him to join her, raising her thigh, when he did, inviting him to lie closer and slide his leg between hers. They put their arms around each other, exchanging soft hums. She murmured: 

"This is nice, real nice, like I hope it was for you last night."

"Um-hmm, very nice."

"I don't really want to do anything, not right now."

"We didn't either, just talked."

"Oh, I didn't show you my other picture."

"No. Did you like it?"

"Of course, at least, the subject."

"Just don't give it a title: 'Daddy's', no just 'Daddy' would be enough."

"It sure would be. Britta said it, too. I don't mind; perhaps better than avoiding saying it."

"Daddy."

"Daughter. And your trolls?"

"Hm-hmm! They looked like the ones Kittelsen drew, but they all had clothes on."

"Pity."

"Um-hmm, but then I could imagine how they might be without any."

"Hm-hmm! I'm sure that was good."

"Um-hmm! I lay in the sun and did it, and then did it a couple of times more, because it felt good and I didn't have anything better to do."

"Thanks."

"It wasn't as good as with you, but better than it used to be."

"I don't want to do anything, either, even after all the talk about orgies."

"That was funny."

"Um-hmm."

"Oh, I do want to do something. Do you think we can sleep like you did, taking your naps?"

"All night?"

"Hmm! Probably not, and I won't say that I then won't want to do something."

"I can't imagine what."

"Just a nice pacifier - till then."

"If you want to. It was nice, just being a pacifier."

She hugged him closer and gave him a kiss, and said "sleep tight," and turned around under the covers. They drew their thighs up and got comfortable, both slipping an arm under the other's waist. She put his soft cock in her mouth and her other arm around his hip, rolling hers a little towards him, as she drew her other thigh up past his shoulder, and his other arm slid over her waist. He moved his head closer to her pussy, sniffing and then murmuring: 

"Good thing that you washed, or I might not just want to sleep."

She nodded with an "un-hnn," and they relaxed. Before he fell asleep, it occurred to him that her thigh was a perfect pillow - her sister's too, of course. Why had that not occurred to him before; his head had rested on them so often? And on his wife's, a little softer, but he liked a firm pillow, and thinking about his wife was not what he wanted to do at the moment, not in this position, and not for a few more days - and nights. 

He was roused, when the leg over him extended past his shoulder. Instinctively, his arms held her hips. Her foot jarred the head of the bed, and her leg returned to where it had been, waking him up. He felt a tongue lick over the soft tip of his cock, then recognizing that it was in the mouth of one of his daughters, not yet considering which one's, but understanding that he had his arms around her hips. The tongue licked again, and he felt a soft puff on his balls. Then he remembered that Maren had wanted to go to sleep with his cock in her mouth, that he was embracing her hips with his head on her thigh. 

The tongue played over the tip of his cock, more with his foreskin, but then finding his little slit. He felt another puff, and then felt her suck. He blew on her pussy, now fully awake. The tip of her tongue tried to explore inside his foreskin. Then he felt her open her mouth and rock her head back, closing it again, and pushing his loose skin back, her tongue then able to explore better. He blew again, and her hips rocked forward. He clasped them closer and found her pussy with his tongue.

Then they were enjoying again what they had done so many times. Every day, he wondered; that morning, but this was so nice and relaxed, she just letting his cock slowly grow, just sleepily arousing each other, the nicest thing to do in the middle of the night, and if she wanted to go back to sleep without feeling him come in her mouth and without letting him to taste her pussy juice, that was fine too; they would do it in the morning - one way or the other. He just loved to lick her pussy - Britta's too, of course. And their mother's, he admitted, now not worried about the connection, but never so easy and relaxed as now, his wanting to lick longer than she wanted him to, not wanting him to come in her mouth. Enjoy it with his daughters as much as he could, he consoled himself; they did.

Despite his enjoying how relaxed it was and Maren's mild activity, his cock began to twitch. She sucked and licked a little more actively. He accepted that they were going to give each other orgasms, and held the cheeks of her ass tighter, as his tongue became more active. She grasped his, and then let her fingers explore closer to his asshole. When they rippled over it, his found hers and did the same, as he remembered the girls' discussion about whether they wanted to use them. He didn't want to hurry things, and apparently, Maren agreed; their fingertips just continuing to rub back and forth, making them twitch. 

When his cock began to twitch more often, Maren stopped arousing it. He nodded, understanding that she didn't want him to come yet, not before she could with him. Clever girl, he thought, and continued to enjoy arousing her. She encouraged him with loud hums vibrating on his cock, also arousing, but not too much, as her fingertips continued to ripple over his asshole, and his, over hers, as he buried his nose between her pussy lips and sucked and nibbled on her clitoris.

Her hips rocked up, and she began again to suck and lick, beginning to move her head on his thigh, making the head of his cock - where it was most sensitive - rub against her pallet. Her hips were twitching against his face, and her vibrating moans became more aroused, more insistent. Then a fingertip probed in his asshole. He nodded, and one of his responded, eliciting a sharper moan: "Uhnn-un-un-unnn!" She grasped his cock to keep his twitching hips from thrusting it too deep in her mouth. Just in time! 

With a grunt, he thrust harder and spurted deep in her throat. Her jaw held his cock tighter, as she gulped, and then she groaned and her pussy wet his face, as her body convulsed, but she still encouraged his cock to spurt again, licking and sucking and moving her hand against the following, weaker thrusts of his cock, almost biting him again as the second strong spurt hit her throat, then letting him fill her mouth. He had to tilt his head back to catch a breath, his nose drenched by her pussy, delighting in the taste of her juice, his tongue trying to gather in more of it.

Before they could recover, she gasped and thrust her legs out straight, pushing herself down the bed with her feet against the headboard, as she exclaimed: "Cramp! Thigh!"

He grasped her thigh, feeling the knot and squeezing it. It loosened, and she murmured: 

"Thanks. Damn! I didn't want that to happen; ... I wanted to go back to sleep with your cock in my mouth."

"Hmm! That would have been nice, ... but we can't have everything. You came so good."

"Um-hmm, thanks. You did, too, just like I wanted, but now it's all gone."

"And my face is all wet. I just love the taste of your pussy when you come like that."

"Hmm! That's good, because I sure did, ... you made me."

"Like you did, me."

"Um-hmm. Don't know if it tastes good, but I like it."

"Come here and kiss me, anyway, even if I can't get to taste it."

She snorted and crawled back around, urging him to roll back, and lay on him and gave him a good kiss. He grasped her ass, as he returned it. Then she sighed and murmured: 

"Guess we can't sleep like this, but I would like to."

"Hm-umm. Nice, but I don't think I could, with my daughter lying on me."

"Hm-hmm, with her lying on her daddy."

"Um-hmm."

She kissed him lightly and rolled off him towards the wall. As he rolled towards her, she reached back and found his hand, drawing to her breast, and he drew his thighs up behind hers. She squeezed his fingers around her breast and murmured: 

"I wish you would suck them more often."

"Hmm! I would like to, but you should have told me that before."

"I know, but I wanted you to do that even more."

"I did, too."

"Um-hmm, just like I wanted."

"And like I wanted."

"Hmmm? If I could have another 'want', it would be to wake up with you between my thighs again, and do it like we did ... at home."

"Hmm? I would want that, too, but don't know if my cock will think of that."

"Hm-hmm! It has a couple of hours to think about it."

"It's sleeping already."

She snickered and released his hand and forced hers down between them and fondled his very soft cock. He snorted and murmured: 

"See, sleeping."

"Maybe it can dream, remembering how nice it was to be in my pussy."

"I hope so, but let it sleep now, me too."

She drew her hand back and held it to his on her breast again, murmuring:

"Me too. Thanks. Good night."

"Um-hmm, good night."

They very quickly went back to asleep.

When he woke up in the morning, he was lying on his other side. He only vaguely recalled that he had turned over during the night. He was aware that his cock was stiff, but recognized that it was because he had to go, why he had awakened, and then remembered that Maren was lying behind him. He opened his eyes and saw through the window that it was a gray day, then that it was drizzling. He didn't want to get up and go out in the rain, then remembering that there was a seldom used chamber pot under the bed. Hoping that he wouldn't awake Maren, he slipped from under the covers and knelt down and used it as quietly as he could, glancing at Maren, who was still lying as she had been, when they fell asleep.

As he squeezed the last few drops out, she rolled back, however, and he saw her arm move under the covers, apparently seeking him. As he recalled that the previous night was the only one in the previous two weeks that she had slept alone, she turned her head and opened her eyes, discovering him next to the bed. She smiled sleepily and murmured: 

"What are you doing? Oh, of course; I have to, too."

"Better than going outside in the rain."

"Oooh! Yes, it is. ... A good day to just stay in bed."

"Um-hmm."

He rose up, and she crept out of bed, smirking as she squatted over the chamber pot, remarking as her stream began to splash in it: 

"Good thing that we've been doing this together outside; could have been a little embarrassing."

"Hardly, after what we've been doing inside."

"It still was, the first time."

"Um-hmm. Back to bed? And hope Britta feels the same way."

"Um-hmm."

She smiled, and he and then she crept back under the covers, facing each other and drawing their thighs up between each others', smiling slightly at each other, with their arms down between them. She murmured: 




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 08



"Since we're going to stay in bed ..."

"If we do, with Britta," he interjected.

"Of course. We don't have to do anything. That was what I was going to say."

"Um-hmm, ... just hope that she lights a fire and starts to make breakfast."

"That would be nice."

He nodded and put his arm around her, murmuring: 

"If we're just going to wait for her to."

"Um-hmm," she agreed and embraced him. 

They lay a little closer together, her breasts touching his chest, but just lay there comfortably. When they heard noises from the other room, they snorted softly, nodding slightly. One of them was a metallic clunk. He whispered: 

"The stove," and they nodded again.

The other sounds after that were softer, and they were almost dozing, when they heard the door open and Britta call: 

"Wake up, you sleepy heads. Do I have to make breakfast by myself? ... Hm-hmm! Besides, you're not doing anything."

"Just waiting for you to call us to breakfast in a nice warm room," he replied, smiling at her."

"Hmm! Spoiled! ... Looks like you want to spend all day in bed."

"Um-hmm. Maren thought so, too, ... but only if you want to."

"Hmm? Certainly the weather for it."

"With us, of course," Maren remarked, rolling back to smile at her sister.

"After you help make breakfast. ... Oh, there was an orgy last night. Lots of exchanging partners, just like Daddy said. ... Even heard one of them complain about a cramp in her thigh; wonder what she was doing?"

"Hm-hmm! Not changing partners."

"Hm-umm! Not after what my first one had done."

"Hmm! I suspected that."

"We cheated a little. I guess we would have had to be double pieces."

"Hmmm! I understand. ... Oh, you've done that already. Hm-hmm! I did it in a sauce pan and threw it out the door."

"And started a fire in the stove. That's what we were really waiting for."

"Spoiled! Get up!"

They all chuckled, and he flung back the covers. They sat up, and for a moment, they all looked at each other, enjoying seeing each other naked again. Maren got up and picked up the chamber pot, sniffing and remarking with a snort: 

"No, I'm not going to."

The others chuckled, and he got up, jostling his balls. They went in the other room, and Maren stepped out under the eaves and flung the contents of the pot out in the rain. When she returned, Britta snorted and said: 

"You ought to see the orgy, before we clear the table. I think they're still doing it."

The others hurried to follow her to the table and saw that quite a few pieces had been taken from the picture and were now mated with other pieces, fitting just as well together, even a couple of groups of three and four pieces. They all snickered and Maren said: 

"Oooh! Yes! Really an orgy! Hm-hmm! Should have been a lot louder out here."

"Just me, by myself, but thinking about how an orgy could be."

"Sorry about that, sort of like I felt yesterday afternoon."

"I guess. Thanks. ... Hm-hmm! Oh, I was thinking about Erik, and then a couple of others, ... how it could have been if we'd known what we do now."

"Hmm! I was thinking about the trolls. They should have been happy."

They all snickered with smirks. Maren snorted and asked: 

"Do you think they will mind if we clear the table."

He snorted and remarked: 

"You can let those with new partners stay together. Just don't tell anyone what they've been doing all the time, when someone wants to do the puzzle again."

They all laughed. Maren slid those groups aside and swept the rest of the pieces over the edge of the table into the box, then carefully slid the groups on top of the other pieces, patting them back together with a snort. As she fit the lid on the box, she murmured: 

"Sleep tight, or do whatever you want."

The other grinned with snorts, and they all prepared breakfast. After breakfast, they all had to go to the outhouse. While the others cleaned up, one after another, the girls hurried out in the rain and hurried back, drying themselves and then washing, unconcerned that the others could see them washing their pussies and assholes. He was the last to return. As he dried himself, he remarked: 

"Cold and wet. Who suggested spending the day in bed?"

"Maren did."

"After you said that we looked like we wanted to."

"Didn't you? Don't you?"

"Only if you want to."

"Nothing better to do."

They all nodded slightly. He was washing his face. As he unconcernedly began to wash his cock and balls, he agreed: 

"Nothing better to do."

The girls just nodded again, as they watched him reach back and wash his asshole, now such a familiar occurrence, that they just waited for him to dry himself without snorting or smirking. He put more wood in the stove, remarking that he shouldn't have left the ax out in the rain, and they went to the bedroom. They lay down as usual, with him between the girls, his arms under their heads. 

"Nice," one murmured, and the others nodded, and they were silent for a while. Then one of the girls rolled towards him, and the other one followed, holding hands on his chest. He nodded slightly and remarked: "Nicer." As the girls agreed, he drew their heads onto his shoulders, and they each slid a thigh over his. He nodded again, and his hands slid over their arms and found their breasts. 

"Much nicer," one murmured. 

"Um-hmm, I could sleep like this."

"Um-hmm," he agreed. 

The nipples in his palms were relaxed. When he rolled his thighs out a little, their relaxed thighs just slipped down a bit between them, as they hummed softly, their hands also relaxing. He wondered if they would all really fall asleep, liking the idea that they might be able to - "nothing better to do," on a rainy forenoon. And if one of them wanted to do something else, that would also be nice. 

He was almost dozing, when he felt one of their hands slide down his stomach and felt its fingers slide over his soft cock and gather up his balls. Of course, he thought; both of them had often gone to sleep holding them like that, the one who had been lying behind him, and the fingers just held them comfortably. He snorted silently at the thought that they had slept together so often that one of the girl's hand could unconsciously find his cock and balls. But then the other girl's hand slid down. He snorted softly again, liking that both of them apparently so unconsciously liked to hold him like that, then wondering what the second hand would do, when it discovered that the other one was already there.

If its sliding down had been unconscious - the girl asleep - when her hand discovered that her sister's hand was already cupped around his cock and balls, she snorted, and her fingers tried gently to find space between the other one's and touch him. They did, both girls humming slightly as their fingers shared space to hold his balls, all of them massaging them gently. All three of them hummed, and he murmured: 

"I thought you wanted to sleep."

"Um-hmm, if she hadn't had the same idea."

"I just wanted to, too."

"Hmm! I was wondering if your hands knew what they were doing."

"Just a little, ... nicer than our holding hands."

"Um-hmm, I could have known what yours wanted to hold."

"Yours did too."

Their fingers massaged together. He snorted and remarked: 

"Don't fight for them. ... Hm-hmm! If you still want to sleep, ... well, I know now how you both want to."

The girls both chuckled, nodding, and then Maren murmured: 

"Britta can; I did, last night."

"Really slept?"

"For a while."

"But then?"

"Um-hmm, of course. Hadn't said that I didn't want to do anything - do nothing."

"I won't either, but we can see if we can sleep - well, just rest - for a while."

"Anything you want to do," he agreed. 

Britta's fingers moved a little in response and then released his balls, as she began to turn around under the covers. Maren continued to hold his balls, until Britta's head was on his thigh, and then slid her hand back up his stomach. As he was about to roll towards Britta, he said: 

"All of us, you too."

"Oh yes," Maren agreed.

Britta nodded and moved her hips back. As Maren clambered over him, he moved his shoulders back and pushed the pillows aside. She slid her thigh under his head and drew her other one over his shoulder, as she rested her head on Britta's thigh. After she had also drawn her other one past Maren's shoulders, they straightened out the covers over themselves and got comfortable, drawing the other's hips closer. Britta drew his soft cock to her mouth, just holding it between her lips. He rubbed her thigh that was on Maren and murmured to her pussy: 

"Just a nice pacifier." 

Britta nodded and sucked it a little further in her mouth, as Maren nodded on her thigh and agreed with an "um-hmm." Then they were still. 

He wondered if they would really doze a little; it was so obvious that they all knew that they were just waiting to do it to each other, as they had often enough before like that - since the first or second day. It had all been such a surprise back then. Had he been shocked? No, he had wanted it to happen; just surprised that how it had so quickly, that his daughters had immediately wanted it to. Of course, they had with Johan, but that they had then also so immediately with him? Nice! Very nice, helping him admit that he wanted to, too. And now lying with his face almost touching Maren's pussy and his cock in Britta's mouth. Don't think about that; they were supposed to take a nap - until something happened. He concentrated on enjoying the nice, warm intimacy of being able to lie like that with them, and hoped that they were, too.

He didn't realize that he had been dozing, until he was awakened by gentle sucking on his cock, nothing arousing, just a nice feeling, a nice way to be awakened, also reminding him of his last comment: "Just a nice pacifier." Nice, just being a pacifier, he thought, and enjoyed the sensation, also feeling the flat of her tongue gently tense against his cock when she sucked. He wondered how long it would be before Britta recognized that his cock wasn't a pacifier, then thinking that would be nice if he could just gently lick a pussy without arousing it. It was tempting to try; Maren's was so near. 

Maybe Britta would have just continued just to nurse on his cock for longer, but after a few moments, he couldn't resist the temptation to stick out his tongue and see if it could touch Maren's pussy without his moving his head, just let it slide up and down her closed pussy lips. The pointed tip of his tongue could just find where her pussy lips met, only able to slide a fraction of an inch along her closed slit. He suddenly remembered the first time he dared to suggest to a girl that they French kiss - his tongue sliding on her closed lips of her mouth. They hadn't - not that time - he recalled.

He forgot about not moving his head and tilted it forward and let his tongue slide a little further up and down the smooth skin of her closed slit. After it did a couple of times, Maren's hip rolled a little closer towards him, letting his tongue slide a little further along her slit. As he was wondering if that was just a reflex, if maybe what his tongue was doing could just feel unarousingly enjoyable, like Britta's nursing on his cock, he felt Maren move slightly. His tongue continued to move on her slit, as it occurred to him, that maybe Maren had move her head a little to be able to let Britta feel what his tongue was doing, let her tongue enjoy what his was doing.

But then Maren moved again, and he more felt than heard Britta hum softly, and after a moment, he felt her tongue lick up over the end of his cock, as though it was recognizing that it wasn't a pacifier.

She hummed again and began to suck differently, and his tongue discovered that Maren's pussy lips were opening, the tip of his tongue slipping between them. 

So much for experimenting with unarousing pussy-licking, he thought, and slid his face forward on Maren's thigh. Her hips rocked against his mouth, as his tongue swept over her soft inner lips and tasted that she was already moist. 

His tongue continued to lap up and down, but he was more enjoying what was happening in Britta's mouth, feeling her sucking and feeling her tongue appreciating that it could now lick his knob, feeling that her lips were holding his loose skin and letting his stiffening cock push his knob out of his foreskin. His hand found her breast and squeezed it. She nodded with an "uhn-hnn."

A little reluctantly, he concentrated again on arousing Maren's pussy; it was just so good to enjoy just having his cock sucked. But it was also very delightful to explored a pussy and arouse it. He did, hoping it would be as good for Maren as he knew Britta would make it for him.

They didn't hurry; they all had so much experience arousing each other, the three of them taking turns making it more arousing and then slacking off, when they were being more aroused. When Britta did more; he let Maren recover a little, and then she wanted to do more for Britta; and she let his cock stop twitching, as he listened to and felt her moans; and then he began again, distracting Maren, who let Britta just sigh; until she started sucking and licking again.

While listening to Britta's enjoying what Maren was doing - for the second or third time? - he tried to recall if they previously had been so in accord about taking turns, and then began to arouse Maren again. When Britta started again, he he snorted and murmured: 

"My turn again."

"Um-hmm!" he heard Maren agree, as Britta nodded.

They took turns for a couple of more rounds, and then he felt Britta nod with an "uhn-hnn," and her hand slid over his hip, and her fingers immediately found his asshole, rippling back and forth over it, like Maren's had in the night. As his hand left Britta's breast and moved to find Maren's asshole, he thought that she must have started their additional arousal and didn't want to wait any longer for it to become better - for all of them. Her strong hum, when his fingers touched hers, seemed to confirm his thought, and then they weren't taking turns, all of them doing everything they could to arouse each other.

For a moment, he wondered if Britta wanted to make him come in her mouth as soon as she could - it seemed like it - or whether she would slow down and want him to come when Maren gave her her orgasm. It didn't matter; he wanted to give Maren hers, for her to flood his face and let him taste her pussy juice.

He rippled his fingers past her asshole, and his index finger found her slippery pussy. She moaned, so he added his middle finger, enjoying that her tight pussy tightened even more around his fingers. She moaned again, as his fingers wiggled in her, and then Britta gasped slightly and also moaned with a momentary pause of her sucking and licking. Then she began again to suck and lick, her hand urging him to rock his hips and move his cock in her mouth, as she grasped it with her other hand.

There wasn't anything he wanted to do more, especially when one of her rippling fingertips probed in his asshole. He nodded with a moan and forgot about arousing Maren. His fingers moved by reflex in her pussy, but until he came, he just wanted to enjoy his own arousal and orgasm, and Britta seemed so eager to give it to him, to make him come in her mouth, to make his twitching cock spurt her mouth full of his semen.

It took a delightful minute or two, as he tried to prolong his arousal, but then he groaned, and his hips thrust harder, and he felt his cock spurt strongly, hearing Britta's moan and then another one, as he spurted again, and then again and again, moaning with her. When she was just swilling his semen around the head of his cock, he drew a long breath and sighed, and then resumed arousing Maren.

Now he had only one goal, to make it as good for her as he could, also for his own pleasure at experiencing her orgasm, having his face all wet in confirmation that he had done it as good as Britta had for him. Soon, she was moaning so much, that he briefly wondered if she could still be arousing her sister. When her hips twitched more strongly, and she gasped and exclaimed: "God yes!" he knew she wasn't, but felt Britta nod, apparently in agreement that he should give Maren her orgasm first.

He did. His face was wet with her pussy juice, as she convulsed with groans, her pussy clenching his pumping fingers. Just as he was triumphantly enjoying that he had made it that good for her, thinking she was finished, she gasped out: "Don't stop!" He didn't, having to wonder whether he had been wrong about thinking that she had had her complete orgasm, or if she wanted a second one. Whatever, she immediately began to convulse again with whimpering moans, that finally changed to a brief salvo of laughs, as she rocked her hips back from his face. 

He felt Britta chuckle and suck and lick his cock, now stiffer again from his arousal in response to Maren's orgasm, who was sighing with moans. Then she was humming, and he heard moist noises and felt Britta moan. She sucked and licked mildly, but he rolled his hips back, and let her have her orgasm with Maren's help. He licked his wet fingers and then found Britta's breast with his hand. She was still holding his cock, clutching it, as she became more aroused, moaning and then demanding softly: "Yes, like that!" He felt her begin to twitch, as she groaned louder, and then she was also whimpering, her body spasming, as Maren's mouth made very wet noises. Both noises and her spasms continued longer than he expected, without Britta's encouragement, letting him think that they had so much experience arousing each other, that Maren knew without being told that her sister wanted more than he had expected.

Finally, it was still under the covers, Britta just sighing. He sniffed and then snorted at the strong scent of aroused pussy - pussies - in the closed space. His cock shrank in Britta's hand. She snorted and fondled his balls in his soft sack. He nodded on Maren's thigh and sniffed and snorted again, remarking: 

"Smells like a lot of wet pussy."

"Hmm! Um-hmm! Aroused, very wet pussies!" Maren agreed.

Britta nodded with a snort, massaging his balls, and then adding: 

"And tasted like a very aroused cock."

"Very, thank you."



Daughters and Fathers Ch. 09



Finally, it was still under the covers, Britta just sighing. He sniffed and then sniffed again at the strong scent of aroused pussy - pussies - in the closed space. His cock shrank in Britta's hand. She fondled his balls in his soft sack. He nodded on Maren's thigh and sniffed again and remarked: 

"Smells like a lot of wet pussy."

"Hmm! Um-hmm! Aroused, very wet pussies!" Maren agreed.

Britta nodded with a snort, massaging his balls, and then adding: 

"And tasted like a very aroused cock."

"Very, thank you."

They all chuckled. Britta, who was facing the window, drew back the covers and looked out. She snorted and remarked: 

"Oooh! It really did smell of pussies under the covers. ... Uhmm! It's still raining."

"Then we can just stay here," Maren suggested. 

"But not like this," he remarked, and found and squeezed Maren's breast.

"Oh, if you insist," she murmured.

She started to crawl around, and they all got back together, finding the pillows and lying on their backs again, straightening out the covers over them, this time with Maren instead of Britta next to the wall. He snorted and said: 

"Nice. Nothing better to do."

"Um-hmm," the girls agreed.

"What else should we be doing here?" he asked.

"Here? In bed?" Maren asked.

"Hmm! You would have said that," her sister replied.

"Just wanted to be sure what you meant."

"'Here', at the cabin; ... I don't think we need any suggestions about what we can do in bed."

"Hm-hmm! No! ... Unless someone can think of something we haven't done," Maren replied with a chuckle.

The others chuckled, shaking their heads. Then Britta suggested in a less jocular tone:

"Oh, you mean that we can tell about. You could chop some more wood."

"Um-hmm, good idea. And ...?"

"I guess we took more hikes, longer ones."

"Um-hmm. Meet anyone?"

"No one we know."

"Hm-umm! But a family with two sons our age," Maren suggested.

"Hm-hmm! And they saw you trying to get your bikini tops on."

"Not as fast as you would have wanted us to."

He snorted and replied: 

"For sure, if you said that."

"Or maybe you were chopping wood, and we took a walk and met them? Just two friends out hiking."

"Hm-hmm! And I wondered why you were away so long."

"Um-hmm! Of course!"

"But we told you that we met trolls," Britta remarked, joining the bantering.

"Most unlikely, ... but now I know that the stories about trolls could have been just dairymaids' excuse for having met young men working in the forest."

"Of course. They went looking for them, when they heard them felling trees."

"Hm-hmm! We found them! Didn't we?"

"Mmmm! Yes! Two strong young men with sweaty bodies - no shirts ... 

"And before they saw us, we had ours off, too, ... just to make sure that they understood what we wanted."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Maybe it was a good thing that Johan was with you last year."

"Definitely; kept us out of trouble."

"We might have broken a leg or something, running around looking for her sweaty young men."

They all laughed. He snorted and asked: 

"And on rainy days, like today?"

"Games, sketching," Britta suggested.

"Need more sketches," he remarked.

"Oh, when it started to rain, someone came by, and we offered that they could spend the night here," Maren suggested.

"Hmm! Probably those two friends you wanted to meet."

"If you think so. Would they share the big bed in our cabin, or would we, and let them sleep in ours?"

"Hmm! You probably have a better suggestion, but I won't ask. Let them be a young couple, or an older one."

"That's no fun," Britta remarked, then adding to her sister: 

"If you could blush, we could tell that it was two nice young men. Can you blush?"

"Hm-hmm! I might, if we told such a lie."

"And I was sleeping here, innocently thinking it was all right for the four of you to share the cabin?"

"Hm-hmm! You did, when Johan was sleeping with us."

"Hmm! We sure did! ... Maybe just as well."

"Um-hmm!" both girls agreed with chuckles. He also chuckled, then suggesting: 

"Let them be an older couple, quite older, and we had a pleasant evening together, and they thought that it was nice how you cooked ..."

"And didn't wonder about you being here with your two "dairymaid" daughters."

"Of course not, hearing why we're here alone, ... and that you had been sketching. She had been a schoolteacher and liked your sketches."

"Hm-hmm! Not the ones I like."

"He might have, however."

"Hmm! He had to just enjoy looking at you - with clothes on."

"Of course, but if he was nice, I would have shook them a little ..."

"And bent down and let him look a little," Britta suggested.

"If he were like Gramps, probably. That happened once, inadvertently, and he did, even smiling in appreciation."

"My father?"

"Um-hmm. I wasn't wearing a bra. Maybe it wasn't so inadvertent; I felt my nipples before I saw him looking."

"Hmm! Like father, like son! Hope he saw them."

"Where was I?" Britta asked.

"Being a good elder sister - bra - talking with Grandma."

"Hmm! While my wicked little sister was enjoying trying to show her breasts."

"Don't fight! I like to see them both, all four of them. My mother's weren't so attractive by then."

"Hm-hmm! Did you ever see them?"

"Before I cared, when I was little, younger than you two were we stopped swimming nude."

They all laughed. After a few moments silence, Britta asked: 

"Are we going to lie here all day?"

"Unless you have a better suggestion."

"Not really, ... just, well, ..."

"You've got to go?"

"Um-hmm. Don't you both?"

"Hmm, unfair to mention it, but since you have, yes."

"Hm-hmm! Me too. Let's go out in the rain and do it and wash each other, and then we'll really enjoy that it's warm in the other room."

"I don't like cold showers."

"I don't either."

"I don't either, but they are supposed to be good for you."

"Hmm! Then you're going to have to dry us off with warm towels."

He nodded with a grin, and they flung back the covers and quickly went to the warmer room. He quickly tossed their towels over the horizontal part of the oven pipe, as one remarked: 

"Now I really have to go," twitching her knees.

The others nodded. Reluctantly they went out in the rain and did. Their washing each other was a brief fondling of pussies and cock - both girls fondling it. They hurried back to the cabin and tried to dry each other at the same time. While the girls rubbed his front, he rubbed their backs and then turned one into his arms and dried her breasts and stomach and then her pussy. Her sister scowled with a snort, drying his back, waiting for him to dry her the same way. He did, trying to give equal attention to her breasts and pussy. With smiles and nods, they dried their own legs and hair. He re-stoked the stove, while the girls continued to dry their hair, smiling up at them, as he watched their breasts move. They smiled back, obviously enjoying that he was looking at them. He murmured: 

"Zorn couldn't have enjoyed himself as much as I am."

"And we are."

Her sister nodded, smiling again as she put her arm around her sister, her drawing their hips together, accentuating their slim waists. He nodded with another smile, looking at their pubic hair and murmuring: 

"Red and light brown."

The girls nodded, returning his smile as they each fluffed up their pubic hair.

"Um-hmm," he agreed, glancing up at their breasts and adding: 

"Pale pink and more rosy pink."

The girls nodded again with smiles and touched their nipples. He grinned and said: 

"He couldn't have enjoyed himself as much as I am, ... maybe just a little. I would hope so."

"We doubt it," the other sister replied.

She held her sister closer and circled her own breast with her finger, arousing it. Her sister nodded with smile, reaching over to arouse her other nipple. He nodded at sight of their hands' arousing both nipples of one of them, and remarked softly: 

"Certainly better than anything he painted, ... even if he maybe saw his models like that."

Maren snorted with a grin and replied: 

"Might have made him drop his brush and want to hold something else."

"Hm-hmm! Probably, ... but I won't. Hm-hmm! If they did, he must have told them to stop it, so that he could finish his painting."

"Hmm! You want us to?"

She held Britta closer and tweaked her nipple. 

"Yes! I want lunch, ... a warm lunch in this weather."

They all chuckled, and the girls went back to drying their hair, grinning at him as they made a special effort to move their breasts. He snorted with an appreciative nod and stood up, jostling his balls in response, and turned to begin starting lunch. 

The girls soon joined him, both rubbing his ass, as they asked what they could do. He rubbed theirs in return, and they agreed to have a big omelette with everything that they could think of. That was onions and chopped sausage and cheese and salt pickles. The resulted was saltier than intended, but they enjoyed it, smirking when one mentioned the saying that a lover over-salts the soup.

After they cleaned up, it was still raining. Maren said that she wasn't going to sketch, Britta chuckle and said that she could do a couple of poor ones for her. He snorted and said that he wasn't going to do any. They glanced at each other with slight smiles, nodding at the implication that they were going back to bed, and nodding again, when one of them nodded towards the outside door.

They went out under the eaves and went, smiling wryly as they did, then returning to the cabin. Maren snorted and remarked: 

"I guess no one would come by in this weather."

"I hope not," Britta agreed. Their father added: 

"And find us all in bed together."

His daughters nodded with smiles, and they went back in the bedroom. He immediately extend his arms, suggesting that they put their heads on his shoulders, and the girls immediately drew their thighs up over his. He hummed pleasantly in response, but said: 

"I can sleep like this, ... even if I couldn't a few days ago."

"Um-hmm, we can too, 'even if we couldn't have a few days ago'."

"Or just a few hours ago," her sister agreed.

He nodded, adding as his hands drew them closer and found their breasts: 

"I hope so."

The girls nodded, and their arms overlapped, their hands on his breasts. They were silent for a minute or so, and then one girl rubbed his chest a little and murmured: 

"I don't want to do anything, just can't sleep."

"I wasn't either," he murmured.

"Nor I, ... sleep or do anything; ... just nice like this."

"Um-hmm," he agreed and unconsciously squeezed their breasts.

The girls both nodded with a soft snort, and one murmured: 

"But don't do that."

"Just happened; didn't want to start anything."

"Still nice, ... being able to lie with you like this."

"Um-hmm, very," and her sister's rubbed his side. 

"And with both of you. I have to do it again."

He squeezed their breasts, and they nodded with soft hums, rubbing him with their fingers, and then they were silent. After a while, he yawned, infecting the girls, whose hands slid down to his sides and held him a little closer for moment. Then they all relaxed, his thighs spreading a little under the weight of the girls', theirs slipping between his again.

He yawned again, resisting the urge to squeeze their breasts, but didn't doze off, wondering if there could really be anything wrong with their situation: it was just so good being able to lie with his daughters that way - and, of course, everything else they did, everything the girls wanted to do, and more than anything he had imagined wanting to do. What were they going to do next? By all odds, probably something before dinner, but maybe not, and if not, would he be sleeping again alone with Britta? Kind of unfair, since he and Maren had only licked and sucked - just as good, but not really ... fucking. He used the word reluctantly. When had they last? Saturday night, Sunday morning, two nights ago. That had never happened before. 

Was she thinking it was unfair? Would she, if they continued taking turns sleeping with him, and he did with Britta? But maybe they wouldn't. That would be fine, too - if they could sleep after spending most of the day in bed. And if they couldn't, they all knew what they could do instead of sleeping, and then he would with her. If she didn't think of it - unlikely! - Britta generously would, recalling that they had slept together and that Maren had gone off to find trolls and let them continue what they had started, while she was sketching. Definitely unfair to Maren. 

He snorted and squeezed her breast. She responded immediately:

"You weren't suppose to do that. What did you snort about?"

"You weren't asleep?"

"No. What were you thinking about?"

"Hmm? Lots of things: that this is all too good to be wrong and ..."

She nodded, and then Britta did, as he continued: 

" ... and then, ... well, recalling that we two really hadn't since Saturday night, Sunday morning."

"Hmm! True. Thanks for reminding me. But you two have."

"Um-hmm," he agreed.

Britta nodded with a soft snort and added: 

"Real good, kind of unfair."

"What I was also thinking ... especially if you continue to take turns sleeping on the sofa, ... but you don't have to, of course."

"But it's nice - not sleeping on the sofa," Britta murmured.

Maren nodded on his other shoulder. After a moment, she replied: 

"Even if we didn't, you can tonight."

Britta slid her hand up his side and pushed his hand aside and rubbed Maren's breast with the back of her fingers, murmuring: 

"But if you want to now, I'll help."

He squeezed her breast - before Maren's hand dislodged it and returned Britta's gesture. He snorted and murmured: 

"Good thing that I'm your father and not some guy you didn't want to share."

The girls nodded with chuckles and hugged him, and he squeezed their breasts again, and Maren slid her hand back and tickled his nipple. He tickled hers. When it popped out, he rolled her nipple between his fingers. She hummed and then chuckled, after a moment asking: 

"Does that mean anything?"

"If you want it to."

He also aroused Britta's nipple, eliciting a hum and nod, who then murmured: 

"Anything you want to, ... if I can help."

"Um-hmm," he agreed, gently squeezing and pulling their nipples, feeling his cock stir.

The girls chuckled softly in their throats. After a moment, Maren chuckled again and asked: 

"Anything I want? ... Hm-hmmm! Like we did Saturday morning?"

"That was good, real good, watching you both in the mirror; kind of strange to see myself with Britta sucking my cock, also able to see you licking her pussy, and see yours."

The girls snorted, nodding on his shoulders, and Britta's hand slid down and found his cock. She snorted and remarked: 

"I think it wants to."

"Um-hmm," he agreed cheerfully, pulling on their nipples.

The girls hummed again. Britta fondled his growing cock, as Maren hummed softly and murmured: 

"I want to do that."

"And then I can lick you both for a while, ... until it wants to be in your pussy."

"Hm-hmm! But don't start to suck it; I don't trust that you would let it."

"Hm-hmm! Maybe not! I'll try not to."

They all chuckled. Britta asked: 

"Like at home, across the bed?"

"Um-hmm," he and Maren agreed.

Without releasing his cock, Britta slipped from under the covers and dropped to her knees beside the bed. Maren let him move around and lie with his hips on the edge of the bed. As she moved to straddle him sitting on his hips, he snorted and remarked: 

"Should have a mirror on the ceiling."

The girls glanced up and snickered, then looked down at his now almost fully aroused cock in Britta's hand. She licked the back of its head and then pressed his cock against Maren's pussy, his knob rubbing in her pubic hair. She snorted and said: 

"Lie back on him."

Maren nodded with a grin and did. As he grasped her breasts, Britta grasped her hips and pulled them closer, chuckling and murmuring: 

"Just right to lick you both."

Her tongue lapped up his cock, pressing it between Maren's pussy lips, and sliding up to lick her clitoris. She hummed and clasped her hands over his. Britta's tongue lapped down again on his cock and then back up to her clitoris, continuing up and down, as her fingers found and caressed his balls in his loose sack. Then she snorted and licked all the way down the back of his stiff cock and sucked one of his balls in her mouth, gently closing it around it, as her tongue caressed it. He reached down and rubbed a finger back and forth over the hood of Maren's clitoris. "Um-hmmm!" she responded, reaching down and rubbing the back of his knob with her fingers. 

They both chuckled, continuing to arouse each other, while Britta sucked his other ball into her mouth and caressed it. She released it and snorted, remarking: 

"Leave something for me to do."

Her tongue lapped up his cock, and Maren's fingers let it find the sensitive place on the back of his knob, all of them snorting as his cock twitched. She made it twitch again, and then licked up. His fingers held Maren's pussy lips open to let Britta's tongue arouse her clitoris, eliciting an aroused, pleased hum. Britta's tongue aroused them both a couple of times more like that, and then Maren rocked her hips up and demanded softly: 

"Put it in! Fuck!"

Britta's tongue pressed the head of his cock into her already slippery opening. Their hips rocked together, and they both moaned as his cock slipped deeper in her pussy. He quickly grasped her ass and moved it, to let his cock stay firmly in her tight pussy.

"Lick!" Maren demanded, unnecessarily. 

Britta's tongue was already on her clitoris again. He grasped Maren's breasts again, squeezing her nipples, and Britta's tongue was doing everything it could to arouse her sister's pussy, as her fingers massaged his balls, both girls moaning together.

He moaned with them, feeling Maren's pussy squeeze his cock, not just once, again and again, making his cock twitch. For a very brief moment, he thought: anyone who didn't know how good it was to fuck - be fucked by - his daughters didn't know what he was missing. He knew! And they did, too! Maren at the moment, but Britta knew, too, and was doing everything she could to make it good for them, making her sister's clutching pussy so aroused! So aroused with his cock in it, making it want to come!

He was surprised when Maren's hand grasped her sister's head and held her face tight to her pussy. Whatever Britta's mouth was doing, it was making Maren more aroused, making her gasp and whimper, and her pussy was trying to milk his cock. He had to gasp, too, his hips twitching, as his cock surged and twitched in her pussy. He clutched her breasts, held her to him, as his hips jerked, and his cock spurted. She gave a stronger groan, and her body convulsed, and her pussy was flooding his cock, her warm juice running down on his balls, as she gasped and whimpered, while his cock spurted a few more times.

She pressed her sister's head back, gasping, as her body twitch again, and her pussy contracted on his cock. She moaned and gasped again, and then with both hands held Britta's head to her pussy.

"God! Yes!" she exclaimed, her pussy immediately responding to what Britta was doing, clutching his cock. With more gasps and groans, her hips twitched and wet his cock again. She gasped and pressed Britta's head back, her pussy clutching his cock a couple of times, and then she jerked Britta's face back against her pussy, as she demanded softly: 

"Fuck me!"

His hips rocked up as hard as they could under the weight of her ass, and Britta sucked and nibbled on Maren's clitoris, grasping her rocking hips to keep her mouth on her, moaning, as he grunted, and Maren whimpered uncontrollably. His cock was twitching again in her clutching pussy. And then he came again, his cock throbbing as he spurted, and Maren's pussy flooded again, her whimpers shifting to loud, uncontrolled laughter for a few moments, as her body convulsed and her pussy clamped around his cock. 




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 09



Her laughter died down, and she gasped and sighed with deep moans, her pussy clutching his cock a couple of more times, as she pushed Britta's head back. He sighed and moaned with her. When he felt Britta lick his balls, he moaned again, feeling her tongue lapping up his softening sack and then up the back of his cock to where it disappeared in Maren's pussy, who snorted at feeling her tongue touch her there.

For a few moments, they were still, his cock softening. When Britta caressed his balls with her tongue, he recognized that his sack had loosened. He was a little surprised when she then grasped his balls and gently pulled down, her tongue on his cock as it slipped out of Maren's pussy, feeling it lap over the head of his cock and then hearing her moistly licking Maren's pussy. 

Maren snorted with a nod on his chest and murmured: 

"Must be very wet."

"Um-hmm," Britta agreed, adding: 

" ... and not just from you. Just trying to keep you from dripping."

"Hmm! Thanks. I had just had to have it again."

"Again and again, ... until I did, again."

"Oh, that's good! I felt a little selfish, just wanting so much."

"Um-hmm. Made me go all wet, too." Britta mutered.

"Hm-hmm! Come here, and let me try to make you even wetter."

He urged Maren to roll off him. She did, with an "um-hmm." He raised his head and held out his arms. Britta rose up and began to crawl up over him, murmuring: 

"Which way?"

"Just like this."

She nodded with slight smile and moved further up over him. He grasped her ass and guided her hips over his face. After a first lick, he murmured: 

"Nice wet pussy."

"And if I want to come like Maren did?"

"I hope so, that you can."

"Me too," Maren agreed.

As he began to arouse her, Maren murmured: 

"I'll help, like you did yesterday morning."

She leaned down behind her ass and licked down her crevice, finding her asshole with her tongue. Britta chuckled in her throat, nodding. Maren rested her head on the top of his chest and stretched out. "Uhn-hnn," he agreed and stroked her hair, and then both their tongues were busy. He reached up and fondled Britta's breasts.

She encouraged them with appreciative hums and a few words, and then with moans, that became more aroused as her hips began to twitch. When she started to come, she gasped and dropped forward on her hands, making it difficult for Maren to keep her tongue on her contracting asshole. but she did, raising her head off his chest, and they continued until Britta with distraught sounding whimpers had wet his face a second time and then dropped forward off his face. She sighed with moans, the other two just sighing from their effort.

He raised his head and smiled at Maren, seeing his aroused cock behind her, as she returned his smile. As though she had seen that he had looked behind her, she turned her head back and snorted when she saw his cock out of the corner of her eye. She glanced back at him with a grin and murmured: 

"Mmmm! Something else. Even if you don't want me to, I do, and it looks it wants me to."

"Hmm! Something like that."

She nodded with another grin and rolled over and grasped his cock, moving down his stomach. Without a preliminary lick, she opened her mouth and moved her head further, not touching the head of his cock until it was in her mouth. Her lips closed around it, and she licked and sucked. He snorted and remarked: 

"I guess so; you know how to make me change my mind."

"Uhn-hnn," she agreed with a nod.

Her hand slid down and fondled his balls in his loose sack. He stroked her hair with one hand and slid the other one over her side and held her breast. She nodded and continued to suck and lick, humming with apparent pleasure at what she was doing. Britta moved around so she could see what was happening, snorting as she stroked his cheek and then let him suck two of her fingers in his mouth. 

He sucked and licked, imagining how it must be for Maren to be doing the same with his cock in her mouth, thinking that it must be nice to suck a cock - obviously, as much as she and Britta enjoyed doing it. He only snorted at the recognition that he was thinking about sucking some other male's cock, not upset by the idea. He sucked and licked her fingers a moment longer and then turned his head. When she retrieved her fingers, he snorted again and murmured: 

"Like sucking a cock."

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! You could do it good."

"Hmm?! The thought wasn't bothering me, until you said that."

Maren turned her head back and asked: 

"What are you talking about?"

"He was sucking my fingers, and licking them."

"Hmm! I don't want him to try that."

"I don't either, but he was doing it good on my fingers."

"And I certainly don't either, just thinking how much you both enjoy doing it."

"We do," the girls both replied.

"And I especially enjoy it, when you do, ... like right now."

Maren nodded and turned her head back and sucked his cock back into her mouth, and increased her efforts to let him enjoy it. He fondled her nipple and hair, gently moving her head and gently rocking his hips. Britta snorted and offered him her fingers again, murmuring: 

"Show me what she's doing."

He snorted and tried to, even nodding his head along with Maren's, Britta snorting, and moving her fingers when his hips did, shoving them completely in his mouth, when he groaned and his hips thrust his cock deeper in Maren's. She hummed as he spurted, sucking and licking until he was finished. She considerately stopped arousing him, her head resting still on his stomach, as her fingers fondled his tight sack and then began to loosen it. Britta removed her fingers and snorted, remarking: 

"You really could do it good."

"Hmm! Only because you two showed me how to do it."

Maren let his wilting cock slip from between her lips and rolled back, grinning at them as she licked her lips and then remarked: 

"But I enjoyed it more that Britta did."

"But not as much as I did, ... after you changed my mind about wanting you to," he replied.

"That was easy."

"Um-hmm! ... But now I have to go."

"Hm-hmm! I can do that, too."

"Hmm? Maybe, but not inside."

"I have to, too," Britta agreed, adding: 

" ... besides, it has stopped raining."

The others looked out the window and saw that the clouds were breaking up. He snorted and said: 

"Everybody outside and cool off." 

They got up and went out and watched each other's stream, snorting when they noticed that they steamed a little in the cold air. They hurried back to the cabin, and he put a couple of pieces of fresh wood in the stove. Then they washed, as usual. One of the girls suggested that they put fresh sheets on the bed. The others nodded with slight smirks, and the girls remade the bed, while he listened for a weather forecast on the radio. Since it was still too early to start cooking, they decided to play cards. The weather forecast was for a sunny day, which brightened their spirits. 

During dinner, they planned the next day, agreeing to a longer hike. When Maren recalled that they had to be back by mid-afternoon, so that she could finish her sketch, he said: 

"Not much time for lunch, then."

The girls chuckled, and Britta asked: 

"What were you thinking about?"

"Hmm! I just said it, ... not thinking what you probably thought."

"Only because you said it."

They all smirked. Then Maren snorted and remarked: 

"Since we have to be back by then, we could start earlier than usual."

"Or you could just stay here and sketch something else till then," Britta suggested.

"And let you two ... have an extended lunch?"

"Oh, we wouldn't do anything. ... Anything you wouldn't do."

"Hmm! That was what I was afraid of."

They smirked again, and he repeated: 

"Then not much time for lunch, and where we are going we could meet someone, anyway."

"Hmm! Probably have to wear shorts instead of just our bikini bottoms."

"Um-hmm, but you can just wear the tops, like others do. Besides, you look a little funny in just bikinis with hiking shoes."

"Good thing that you didn't think about that before."

"Only after seeing you like that."

They finished their meal and cleaned up, and returned to playing cards. Eventually, he said that he had to go. As usual, then the others also felt the urge, and they all went outside in the cool evening air. When they returned, Maren suggested: 

"If we're going to get an early start, we could go to bed now. Oh, and if you don't mind, I'd like to share in the fresh sheets."

"Of course," Britta agreed with a smile, then snorting and adding: 

" ... but who said that we were going to get an early start?"

"Just a suggestion."

"But not a bad one, as an excuse for getting between clean sheets," he added.

They all smiled and washed a little, and went to bed in their usual order, lying on their backs. As they straightened out the covers, they agreed that the fresh sheets had been a good idea. When they exchanged thanks for the day with the standard Norwegian expression, they chuckled and then wished each other good night. He turned to Britta, and Maren followed him. Britta continued to lie on her back, as he drew his thigh over hers and found her breast with his hand. She murmured: 

"I can sleep like this."

"Um-hmm, but if anything happens, I didn't start it."

Maren's hand was sliding over his waist in the direction of his cock, as it had alternate nights the previous two weeks. She slid it back up to his chest, murmuring: 

"And I didn't, either."

They all nodded and said good night again. As he was dozing off, Britta rolled towards him, drawing her thigh up. He raised his, letting hers slip between his. She moved her hips back a little, so that she could tilt them towards him. His hand slid from her breast around her side, and hers, over his, and they rested comfortably with their thighs overlapping, both nodding slightly on the pillow with a soft, almost unconscious "um-hmm." Maren's hand moved on his chest, her fingers just brushing Britta's breast, and she also nodded with a soft "um-hmm." 

Later in the night, when Britta rolled back, he was only roused enough to find her breast again with his hand, feeling her thigh still comfortably under his, as her arm slid off him. He dozed off again, unaware that her hand had slid down to her pussy. 

It just rest there for a long while. Then her fingers seemed to become aware of where they were, cupping down between her open thighs, and she hummed an almost inaudible "um-hmm," apparently dreaming. Her fingers moved a little, and she repeated her soft "um-hmm," too soft to waken him. Her fingers moved a little more, just stroking her closed pussy lips. Then her other hand slid up her hip and turned to his, as though it were sleepwalking, sliding over it and finding his soft cock, its fingers exploring enough to slip around it.

He had fallen asleep so often now with one of the girls' hands cupped around his cock and balls that this also didn't wake him, and the fingers seemed satisfied just to hold his cock loosely. He did begin to dream, however, not about his daughters, nor about his wife or an earlier girlfriend. In his dream, he vaguely recognized that it must be related to a weekend affair he had had several years before, but the woman holding his cock in his dream was another one, with whom he might have had a more serious affair - if the circumstances had been different. They both had wanted to sleep with each other, and now - in his dream - she was holding his cock, and it was liking it, and her fingers were encouraging it, and he was holding her breast. It was too good to be just a dream! And she was murmuring: "If you want to, I do." 

He squeezed the breast. Slowly waking up - still half dreaming - he recalled dreaming of the sensation of holding something and then discovering that it wasn't there, but the breast in his hand was, even when he squeezed it again! And the hand on his cock was also there, fondling his aroused cock! But he couldn't be lying in bed with the woman he had been dreaming about, even though she repeated: "If you want to."

"I do, too," he murmured, still replying to the voice in his dream, now hoping that it wasn't just a dream, even if the breast and hand couldn't be that of the woman. When the thigh under his slid away, and the hand urged his cock to move closer behind her hip, he finally was fully awake; he had only had sex with his daughters that way, and had gone to sleep embracing Britta. As he moved his hips to help Britta guide his cock to her pussy, Maren's hand moved on his chest, and he more felt the puff of air from her snort than heard it. 

Britta's other hand reached down between her legs and helped the head of his cock find her opening. They both moaned a soft "um-hmm," as it slipped into her, and then moaned more deeply, as they moved their hips to let it slide further into her warm, slippery pussy. Maren rubbed his chest again with her own "um-hmm," and murmured: "Do it."

He didn't need any encouragement to fuck his daughter, but it was nice that her sister approved that he did. He squeezed Britta's breast again and drew his leg up over her far one and pressed his cock as far as he could in her pussy. She moaned softly, and her pussy squeezed his cock, making it twitch. She snorted softly and murmured: 

"I guess I started it; sort of woke up holding it."

"Um-hmm, and making me dream ... about someone else. We never did."

"Hmm, hope you weren't disappointed."

"Hm-umm, just surprised to slowly wake up and discover that it wasn't just a dream."

Maren rubbed his chest again with a nod, and then slid her hand back and rolled on her back. Britta also snorted softly and murmured: 

"This is just such a nice way to wake up."

"Um-hmm, just like this; almost too lazy to do anything."

"Um-hmm, just almost."

She snorted and squeezed his cock with her pussy, adding: 

"As long as I can do that and feel it there."

"Um-hmm, but then I better do a little to keep it like that."

He moved his hips a little, and she nodded with an "um-hmm," holding her hand on his on her breast. He put his other arm under her head and shoulder. He raised his head over hers, and they kissed, their tongues caressing. He fondled her nipple, his hips still again. She shoved his hand down to her pussy. When his fingers began to rub over her clitoris, she nodded with an "um-hmm," as their tongues continued to caress, and her pussy tightened on his cock. Her hand returned to her breast. After a few moments, she retrieved her tongue from his mouth and murmured: "Suck."

He curled down and found her other breast with his mouth, and for a while, just his mouth and fingers - and her fingers - were arousing her, and the response of her pussy was keeping his cock pleasantly aroused. Then she rocked her hips, and he took the hint to begin fucking her again. She gave an appreciative moan. His fingers became less active. After several thrusts of his cock in her pussy, he stopped and returned to arousing her clitoris. When her hips twitched again, his fingers stilled, and he fucked again. When he alternated back to rubbing her clitoris, she chuckled softly with an "um-hmm," and he continued alternating a couple of times more, eliciting more pleased moans, as he enjoyed feeling her pussy response to what his hand or his cock was doing. 

He had forgotten about Maren, behind him, but then was aware that she was also moaning softly, and then that her hips were rocking on the mattress. The next time he began to fuck, Britta's hand slid down on his and encouraged his fingers to rub her clitoris at the same time. He did, pumping his cock in her pussy more actively than before. 

Britta's moans became more aroused, as did Maren's, whose fingers were making wet noises in her pussy. Britta's fingers had slipped down past his, touching his cock, and her hips began to rock up, meeting its thrusts in her tight pussy. All three of them were moaning. then Maren's became even more aroused, and he felt her jerking body move the mattress, as she gasped and cried out softly: "Fuck! Yes!" 

Britta's fingers slid up and ground his fingers back and forth over her aroused clitoris, rippling them over it, as she began to whimper, gasping, as her hips twitched wildly. He groaned and almost bit her nipple as he came, pumping his semen deep in her pussy, feeling it flood his cock and its warm juice run down on his thigh, as her body convulsed, and she gasped and whimpered louder, as though she were in pain. Her fingers clamped down on his, holding them still, her body jerking again, and then again, her pussy squeezing his throbbing cock. Then her whimpers changed to a couple of aroused laughs, and she relaxed, just gasping and sighing with moans.

He released her nipple and dropped back on the bed, catching his breath. After a few moments, she drew his hand up and licked his fingers, then murmuring: 

"Oh Daddy! That was good!"

"Um-hmm, very."

Maren snorted and remarked: 

"You don't have to tell me. But I wasn't sure you were ever going to. I just couldn't wait any longer."

Her sister replied: 

"I hope it was for you, too."

"Hmm! Of course! Thinking about how good it must be for you that way."

They all snorted, and he reached back, his hand finding Maren's thigh and rubbing. His soft cock slipped out of Britta's pussy. She snorted and remarked: 

"Not just your cock. So much for our fresh sheets."

"Hmm? Like that, all wet. I was, too."

"Hm-hmm! It sounded like it," he replied.

"But not as much as what you both did."

"Can't be two places at once; another time, ... but probably not tonight."

"That's a promise."

Maren slid his hand to her pussy. As his fingers cupped around it, he snorted at finding it still moist, nodding with an "um-hmm."

He drew Britta's head and shoulders towards him and kissed her, and then rolled over to Maren. Britta followed him and they curled up loosely together, he just holding Maren's upper breast, and Britta, with her forearm on his side. Maren murmured: "More sweet dreams." He squeezed her breast, and Britta rubbed her fingers on his chest, and they were silent, soon sleeping again.

He was stirred in the early morning, when Maren rolled back against him. Without really waking up, he move back and let her lie on her back, his hand sliding down to her waist, and they slept again, and woke up that way in the morning.

He was awakened by Maren's hand finding his soft cock, and her murmuring: "I thought so." She fondled it gently, until he was awake enough to reply: 

"I said: 'probably not tonight'."

"I know; just wishful thinking. No dream?"

"Hm-umm. ... Hope you weren't having one."

"Hm-umm, just thinking it would be nice, ... after I woke up."

"Hmm! ... A dream would have been a better excuse."

"Hm-hmm! ... I could make up one, ... a really good one."

"Hmm! I'm sure."

"Hm-hmm! If Britta doesn't mind, it would have been about sleeping with Lars, and he would have been doing everything she taught him."

"Hmm! I do mind! Find someone else."

"Can't think of anyone else who would want to do everything I like - except you and Johan."

She fondled his cock, adding with a snicker: 

"But it would have be more fun dreaming about someone else."

"Hmm! And more appropriate, since you don't need to - maybe shouldn't - dream about me."

"Don't need to."

She nodded, and her fingers crept down and fondled his balls. He snorted and slid his hand up to her breast. She also snorted and asked: 

"Why don't you and Mom invited Johan to visit us again?"

"Hmm!? And know now what you - you both - want to do with him?"

"Um-hmm!" both girls responded cheerfully, Britta's fingers squeezing his nipple.

"Hmm? I don't know; you two could sound too eager about the idea."




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 09



"Um-hmm, they agreed again. 

"And he probably wouldn't look so shy and innocent now."

"Hm-umm!" they agreed again.

"Hmm? I hope you do, when we get back home."

"You too," Maren replied, fondling him."

"Hmm?! I hope so, too."

They were silent for a few moments. Maren's fingers continued to massage his balls, and his rubbed over her nipple. Britta's slid down and found his other nipple, and then she murmured: 

"But we aren't back home yet."

"Um-hmm, ... and I want to suck your cock, ... like we all did yesterday," Maren agreed, her fingers sliding up and holding it.

"But we aren't, yet," he agreed.

He squeezed her breast. She began to move around. As Britta began to crawl up to the head of the bed, he slid his shoulders back, and then Maren had his no longer so soft cock in her mouth, and he found Britta's pussy with his, as she buried her face between Maren's thighs.

As his tongue enjoyed exploring his daughter's pussy again, he wondered how many times it had before, and how many times Maren had had his cock in her mouth, thinking that it averaged out, probably the other way, too: Britta's sucking his cock, and his licking Maren's pussy. 

He fondled Maren's breasts, until Britta's hand fondled one; then he fondled hers, as they leisurely continued to arouse each other, exchanging soft hums in appreciation of what the other was doing. When he felt that Maren wasn't satisfied with just keeping him pleasantly aroused, his hand slid up from Britta's breast and over her side, down in her cleft. "Um-hmm!" she agreed a little louder, and her hand also moved to find Maren's asshole. When Maren's hand found his, he nodded with an "um-hmm" that she could hear, and they all eagerly increased their efforts to give one another an orgasm. 

They did, with louder, more aroused moans and then gasps. He rolled back and found and fondled Maren's breast. She nodded on his thigh and murmured: 

"I just love to know that it's being that good for you."

"Thanks. Hope it was for you, too."

"Oh, it was; she came all over my face," Britta replied.

"Like you did - your sweet pussy juice."

"Um-hmm, like Maren's."

They all nodded and were silent for a few moments. Then he asked: 

"Anyone else have to go? Oh, the sun is shining."

The girls agreed, and they quickly got up and went outside. Maren reached down in his stream and remarked: 

"I'm going to do that again," and lapped up what she had caught in her palm.

"Hmm! Guess I'll have to, too, then," he replied, then snorted and remarked: 

"Guess I know what will happen first."

"Um-hmm - somehow."

Britta chuckled and said: 

"Can't be anything that hasn't happened before."

"Hm-umm!" the others agreed, smirking, and returned to the cabin and washed.

Before he washed his bearded face, he snorted and remarked: 

"Don't know if I want to wash; it's kind of nice to be able to lick around a little and still taste one of you."

He did. The girls snickered, and Britta replied: 

"And nice now, that it isn't so scratchy."

"But we weren't complaining before," Maren added.

"Hm-umm! Just reminded us that a man was doing it."

They all chuckled, and he washed his face. 

After breakfast, they went to the lake to sunbathe. His shorts stayed on until they had turned over a couple of times. When he was lying on his back again, however, Maren's hand slid over his shorts, and then they were soon off, and she was sitting astride him, and Britta, astride his face.

As she had said, they didn't do anything they hadn't happened before, nor when Maren wanted him to let her taste what else his cock could do. The only change was that he then tasted Britta, before she tasted Maren. They swam, and returned to sunbathing, the girls' reminding him to put his shorts back on.

After lunch, he took off his shorts with a chuckle and split some more wood. The girls snorted and collected the pieces. Then it was time for Maren to finish her sketch. He planted the ax in the chopping block for her. She settled down with her paper, snorting and remarking: 

"Don't do anything I wouldn't."

"Difficult," he replied.

"Impossible!" her sister responded.

They all snickered, and he and Britta sat down on either side of her. After a few moments, Britta reached out and fondled her sister's breast.

"Stop it! I've got to finish at least one better sketch to take home, ... since you can't."

"Hm-hmm! If you sat so that your shadow fell on my paper, I could do a nice one of your breasts."

"Hmm! That's cheating and couldn't be taken home."

"And I don't need it either; I've got a very good visual image of them - yours, too - to remember."

The girls both gave him a smile, and Maren said: 

"Just go away and do whatever I would."

Britta glanced past her to him with a smirk and murmured: 

"I want to suck your cock, ... nice and long."

"Hmm? His cock, or for a long time?" Maren asked.

"Both, ... as long as possible."

"I could have thought that."

"Nice suggestion, but it won't be longer than usual, and it will be up to you to do it for as long as possible," her father replied.

They all nodded with chuckles, and Maren remarked: 

"Go on, but not where I can see you, ... and not so I have to listen."

The two of them stood up, exchanging smirks, and got their towels and went to a mossy area out of Maren's sight. As they were lying down, he murmured: 

"I hope you enjoy it like this as much as I do."

"I do, both ways, hope you do, too."

"Very much."

Then she had his soft cock in her mouth, and he began to lick her still unaroused pussy. They soon exchanged soft hums, enjoying how they were responding to what the other's mouth was doing, and also at their oral pleasure of doing it. For longer than ever before, they took turns teasing each other, arousing one another almost to orgasm, then relenting with a chuckle, and then moaning as the other did the same.

Maren finished her drawing and glanced over at them with snort and grin. She moved to rest against the chopping block and watched them, arousing her pussy and fondling her breasts. For a few more minutes, she joined in their teasing, only arousing herself more, when he was arousing her sister, then licking moistly around her half open mouth, when she saw Britta again moving her head on her father's cock. Finally, she called: 

"I finished drawing and want to come too; stop teasing each other."

Britta and her father both nodded slightly with chuckles. Instead of just teasing around each other's asshole, their fingers probed and slipped in, received with pleased moans, as they tightened in response to the additional, more arousing sensation. 

After their so long pent up arousal, they both quickly responded to the other's increased effort. With moans and gasps, they came - and Maren, with them, with the fingers of her hands in and on her pussy. He was surprised that he could come again so much, pleased that he had made Britta's pussy wet his face - what didn't go straight in his mouth.

As he and Britta relaxed, they heard Maren exclaim: 

"God! It just spurted out, ... all over the place!"

Her father chuckled with a nod and agreed: 

"Britta probably would have too, if my face hadn't been in the way."

"Hm-hmm! I think so. You sure did, but not all over the place - so much, in my mouth."

"Um-hmm, thank you."

"It was worth waiting for."

"Um-hmm, both ways."

"Hmm! Um-hmmmm!"

His hand slid over her hip and found her breast, squeezing it. They lay there for another moment and then sat up, exchanging smirks and snorts, then also, with Maren, who then muttered again: 

"All over the place. God, I never did that before."

"Nice, that it was also so good for you," he murmured with a smile.

Britta nodded with smile, and they all chuckled.

The next couple of nights and days, they slept together and enjoyed more orgasms together. When the weather report said that it would rain on Sunday, they agreed to return home on Saturday and cleaned the cabin and packed up. 

During the drive back to Bergen, they were rather silent. When he murmured: 

"But we're not going to at home," the girls nodded their agreement.

His wife, their mother, was surprised that they arrived a day earlier than planned, but pleased to see them. They asked how it had been with her parents, and she asked how they had enjoyed their three weeks at the cabin. Her reply was more truthful than theirs - but not entirely. Then they all slipped back into their family routine. 



Daughters and Fathers Ch. 10



The next couple of nights and days, they slept together and enjoyed more orgasms together. When the weather report said that it would rain on Sunday, they agreed to return home on Saturday and cleaned the cabin and packed up. 

During the drive back to Bergen, they were rather silent. When he murmured: 

"But we're not going to at home," the girls nodded their agreement.

His wife, their mother, was surprised that they arrived a day earlier than planned, but pleased to see them. They asked how it had been with her parents, and she asked how they had enjoyed their three weeks at the cabin. Her reply was more truthful than theirs - but not entirely. Then they all slipped back into their family routine.

After three weeks of day and night sex with his daughters, he was apprehensive about how it would be with his wife, if she would notice any difference in their relationship, worried that he or one of the girls might say something. But nothing changed, as they all slipped back into their accustomed roles. He shave off his beard, recalling that his wife had objected to it, even though he had always let it grow during their cabin vacations.

Before going to bed with his wife again - after so many nights sleeping with both his daughters, and attuned to more sex than the two of them ever had - he was again apprehensive. They still had good sex with each other, but certainly not every night, and not like with the girls, and never having oral sex to orgasms. After all the nights with Britta and Maren, just getting into bed had a sort of Pavlovian effect, suggesting sex in one form or another. With his wife now, too, he wondered as they got into bed.

He forgot about his daughters, however, when she cuddled up to him, murmuring that she had missed him. He agreed, and they did what they always did, especially after having be separated for many days. He couldn't help but recognize that her pussy wasn't as tight as the girls', but only in an abstract thought, pleased and relieved that nothing had changed between them.

The following night, when she again cuddled up, he was pleasantly surprised, just reminded of the girls' tighter pussies, but enjoying that his wife's was just as effectively and satisfyingly arousing. That thought returned to him as they were curling up to go to sleep. He wondered if it had been as satisfying because he hadn't come two or three - or four? - times that day, as he had with the girls. He fell asleep wondering if his balls had produced more sperm in response to all that "activity" - not to use a more precise expression.

With the girls, everything went on normally. At the weekend, Britta went out with Lars again, but only to dance, as she told him in private. The following weekend, his wife returned to visit her parents again, as arranged, that she would return every two weeks, staying Friday and Saturday nights.

Friday night, he slept alone, recalling the many nights with his daughters, who had both gone out for the evening. Saturday evening, they remained home. They had supper and watched TV, none of them referring to their previous activity, although there was a slight sparkle in the air. They all went to bed, he again recalling their nights together, as he fondled his cock. 

Why not, he thought, considering that the girls must also be thinking the same. He got up and went in the dark to their room and knocked on the open door.

"You, Daddy?"

"Um-hmm."

"You said we wouldn't."

"I know."

"Hmm? If you want to."

Her sister snorted and added: 

"We were about to do something."

He recognized that both voices came from same bed, as the other one agreed: 

"Um-hmm, but we'd rather with you."

"Um-hmm," the other agreed.

"Me too," he murmured.

They did, the girls suggesting that he lie down on the empty bed, and then both joining him, one immediately over his face, the other arousing his cock and then settling down on it. In the morning, they did it again, with the girls' exchanging positions.

When they got up, somewhat reticently they agreed that it been nice, and he returned to the other bathroom. They dressed and had breakfast, just slight smiles referring to how they had spent the night. His wife returned in the afternoon, and everything was back to normal. That evening, she was again more affectionate than he expected, pleased, however, and also pleased to know that he could enjoy more frequent sex than he had thought a few weeks earlier, also with his his wife.

During the week, Britta saw Lars and then asked if they could spend a week together at the cabin. Her mother also knew that they had already slept together, so her request didn't surprise them or meet any opposition. She was surprised, however, when Britta then suggested that Maren could join them. He repressed a snort, just raising his eyebrows, as his wife remarked: 

"Two is company, three's a crowd."

"We don't mind," Britta replied.

Maren gave her a veiled smile. Her mother snorted softly, glancing at him, and replied: 

"I guess so, if your father agrees."

"If they want to, why not," he agreed, hoping his wife hadn't noticed his slight smirk.

The girls probably did, but replied together: 

"Oh, thank you, just for a week."

"I hope the weather will be good," their mother replied with a smile.

He nodded and hoped that his smile didn't look like a smirk.

The following Saturday, the girls set off with Lars with supplies for the week. That evening, when he joined his wife in bed, she remarked: 

"Hmm? The three of them together for a week? Didn't that surprise you?"

He was torn between telling the truth and having to prevaricate, recognizing that the truth could lead to a question about how he had spent the weeks with his daughters. His problem wasn't simplified by her fondling him. They hadn't done anything the previous evening, although they had returned to sleeping naked, as they did before Britta was born. He hesitated and replied: 

"Well, they were both with Johan last year."

"But one of them hadn't slept with him - Britta and Lars - and he is sort of shy."

"He was."

"'He was'?"

He just nodded on the pillow.

"They, ... one of them ... didn't sleep with him?"

"I think so."

"You do? Really?! Which one?!"

"Both of them."

"Both of them?! Why do you think that?"

"They told me."

"They told you that?!"

He tried to backpedal: 

"That they were all naked together, so I just assumed that they must have."

"They told you that?! Why?"

"They wanted to go naked, sunbathing."

"They did?! Did you let them?"

"Couldn't stop them."

"Hmm?! Did they?"

"Already, when I was returning from the outhouse the first morning."

"Hmm! What did you have on?"

"Shorts."

"They really did? And stayed that way?"

"'fraid so."

"And you?"

"Kept them on ... for a while."

"Hmm! Just for a while? And then ...?"

"Seemed stupid to be a prude."

"Hmm? All of you naked, and your assuming that they must have slept with Johan?"

"Um-hmm."

"Oooh! I hope, ... well, you know."

She fondled his cock, which was responding, and added softly: 

"Well, I hope not, ... but seems unlikely."

"Um-hmm."

"'Um-hmm', what?"

"Unlikely."

"They saw it?"

"Hard to hide."

"Hmm! I guess so. ... Hmm? Did they say anything?"

"Hmm? hmm! You're probably going to want to kill me."

"Uh-oh! What?"

"One of them told the other one that it looked like it want to be held."

"Oh, my gosh! Maybe I should think about killing one of them."

"Oh, no! It did. Just a little outspoken of her."

"'A little'?! What happened?"

"Only if you promise not to think of murder."

"Not right now."

"That's a relief."

"What happened?"

"I said that it wasn't a good idea, but the first one said that it would stay like that, if she didn't."

"Hmm! I guess so. ... Don't want to ask, ... but did she?"

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm? You let her. Which one?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Hmm? ... And then?"

"You shouldn't ask."

"Hmm! ... Everything I could imagine?"

"Probably, or that I could, ... everything they could have done with Johan."

"Hmmmm!! And we thought he was so innocent, just along to keep them out of trouble."

"Oh, he did, well, from anyone else getting them in trouble."

"And they told you all that?"

"Um-hmm. They had sort of seduced him the year before."

"When we were there?!"

"Um-hmm, after his parents left, and he could sleep in the double bed."

"While we were in the other cabin? Not with both of them?"

"Just as well that we didn't know."

"Maybe. With both of them? And then with you, and now with Lars?"

"Something like that, I suspect."

"Hmm?! Hmm?!"

"You're not going to kill me?"

"Hmm? Hm-hmm! I guess not. ... Hm-hmm!"

"Why are you chuckling?"

"Hmm? I guess I have to tell now."

"What?"

"This is embarrassing."

"Not more so than what I admitted to."

"I guess not."

"And?"

"I slept with my brother."

"When?!"

"When he came to visit our parents the second week."

"Just like that?! Now I am shocked."

"Embarrassing, ... not 'just like that'."

"What's that mean?"

"Uh, ... well, ... we sort of always have. The parents now use our bedrooms, and I was sleeping in theirs. They suggested that he sleep on the sofa, but I said that he could sleep in the other bed, so he did, ... and well, ... we did, ... again."

"Like you 'always have'?! Since when?!"

"Since I was eighteen."

"Oh gosh! Maybe why you don't want to kill me?"

"Um-hmm."

"How did it start, ... if I may ask?"

"Hmm! You really want to hear?"

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm. ... Well, you know the cabins belonged to my parents, and he and I used the bunk beds, no problem when we were smaller, also seeing each other naked, our parents too, like we did with the girls, when they were younger.

"Hmm! Before they started looking at me."

"Um-hmm, like that."

"And then? I like this, tell."

"I like this too," she replied, fondling his cock, then snorting softly and adding: 

"All three of us, I guess."

"Um-hmm, four, I like it too."

"Hm-hmm! Of course, you would! And they we do."

"Especially you. And?"

"Hmm? Well, ... when he came back from his military service. I had only seen him at Christmas. The next summer we were back at the cabins. It had sounded like all the girls in my class already had.

"Like our daughters?"

"Only Britta, I think."

"Yes, I think Johan was Maren's first."

"Hmm?! If you say so. So there we were, he and I again in the cabin, and he was more a man the guys in my class. Oh, I wasn't thinking about doing anything with him - with my brother! - but, well, I did want to see him. After we stopped running around naked, we were more discreet about changing clothes, turning away from each, not looking. If I wanted to see him naked? Oh, I had grown some, kind of liked my better figure."

"I do too, even if you still aren't an eighteen-year-old."

"Hmm, thanks. Stop thinking about our daughters' figures."

"I wasn't! And then?"

"So the second time we were changing, I let him see me. It was pretty late in the evening, but not too dark for him to look."

"He did."

"Um-hmm, and my nipples popped out. Oh, they already had, but he was looking, and he took off his shorts, letting me look."

"Nice brother! So you did?"

"Not that evening, nor the next, but we were enjoying seeing each other, my nipples and his cock, and he wasn't being embarrassed about it. Oh, this is getting too long."

"Like his cock?" he interjected.

"Hm-hm-hmm! Yes, it was, what he wasn't being embarrassed about. But yours isn't." 

"Too much talking," he replied, as she fondled his soft cock.

"You asked."

"Um-hmm. And his?"

"Hm-hmm! Not just long."

"Sort of inviting to be held?"

"You're thinking about what one of them did."

"No, but thanks for reminding me, and now I know where she got the idea."

"Hmm!"

"Oh, one of them said that she held his - whose? - before she saw it, so I guess it's just natural for girls to want to hold one."

"I guess it is. I didn't ask if I could," she replied, fondling him.

"Never asked me, either. Just did it?"

"Hm-umm. It looked so big. I didn't know what to do or say. This was more than I had anticipated when I had started it all, just wanting to see him naked, and wanting to let him see me, I guess."

"Sure sounds like it. And then, since I know what happened?"

"He said something, can't remember exactly what: that I could touch it, or that it would feel good if I did. Whatever, I did. He liked that I had to ask him what to do, and I, that he told me."

"Nice brother."

"Um-hmm, very. Don't know why, but then I licked it up drop, not the first time. Tasted awful, why I didn't want to taste it again."

"Pity."

"You've wanted me to?"

"It would have been very good."

"You know? Always knew? Before we married? Who was she?"

"Just knew it would be good."

"Hmm? But no one did?"

"Not before."

"Oh? Oh! ... They did that?! Do that? And like it?!"

"Oh, it still tastes funny, but they like to do it, think it is the nicest thing they can do."

"They both did it to you?!"

"And to Johan."

"Oh! They told you? Where did they learn about that?"

"Um-hmm, they read about it in the kind of story we wouldn't want them to read."

"And they told you all that?"

"Um-hmm, not many secrets after ..., well, you know."

"After you three had done everything you could together?"

He nodded on the pillow in the dark and asked: 

"Didn't you with your brother?"

"Not that."

"Pity. What else? Did he?

"Like that, with his mouth? Hm-hmm! Um-hmm! Real good. Did you too?"

"If you don't mind; you know I like to."

"Um-hmm. Oh this is funny, well, sort of. All the way?"

"Um-hmm."

She shook her head in slight disbelief. He added: 

"Um-hmm, like Johan did, and they liked it as much as I did."

"Oooh! Have you been wanting us to do it ... all the way?"

"I sure do now."

"Hmm? And they like it? ... Maybe, ... I guess I have to dare to try it again. They really like it, well, don't mind the taste?"

"Just tastes strange the first time. So what did you do then?"

"Back then? Oh, he didn't do that back them, later. Of course, I wanted him to do what I did by myself, and he did - nice big fingers. Couldn't have been the first time he did that. We got good at that. And then he showed me that he had condoms. I hadn't thought about really doing it, even after he had shown me them. ... Anyway, of course I then did, and we did. He was still surprised when I said that I wanted to, but, ..."

"But why had he shown you his condoms?"

"What I thought. 

"No misgivings about really doing it?"

"Hm-umm. I just wanted to know what could be even better."

"Was it?"

"Must have been for him, but I didn't, not like he had made me come with his fingers. He must have known, so I told him to continue - no, that was the second time - and he did, and came again. Oh, it was arousing, so big and deep in me, but I didn't have an orgasm, nor the next time. I had had a couple the way we had done it before, but then he suggested that I rub myself, and by then he didn't come as soon, and then - Wow! - I did! And two more that week, but then we didn't have any condoms. Had to find a reason to go back to Bergen with our parents, a reason for him to be in town alone. Can't remember what our excuse was, but after that, we never ran out of condoms."

"Nice, ... very nice! 'After that'? Till when?"

"Until he got married, even after he met her and was engaged, well, after they were, they could sleep together."

"But he didn't forget his sister?"

"When we could."

"And when you could, with a boyfriend?"

"More difficult and not as good. I couldn't tell a boyfriend what I wanted to do, admit that I had more experience than he did."

"You did, with me."

"Um-hmm, but by then, we both assumed correctly that the other knew we had slept with someone else."

"Um-hmm, and I enjoyed that you had."

"But you were so agreed to what I wanted to do."

"Enough to want to marry you, just didn't know that I could want you to do that."

"My good luck, your incestuous wife."

"If I don't have to thank my brother."

"I hope not! ... Oh, I've been forgetting him, all soft after all our talking." She fondled his cock.

"Mostly yours, thank you."

"Now you have to tell me."

"How much they like to do something you don't?"

"And everything else."

"Not tonight. But I would love to do what they liked me to do."

"Mmmm! Hmm! Can't let my daughters enjoy something I haven't."

"Yet!"

He crept around under the covers. As they were getting comfortable with their heads on each other's thigh, she held his soft cock and kissed it, then murmuring: 

"If they like it, I ought try to, too."

He nodded. She more than just tried to. But when his fingers brushed over her asshole, she started and held still for a few moments, but then snorted with his cock in her mouth, and then tentatively found his. He nodded, and then they continued to arouse each other. Her moans became louder, and her hips began to twitch. She almost bit his throbbing cock when her orgasm overcame her, but her hand continued to urge his hips to thrust it in her mouth. She started again when his first spurt went deep in her mouth, but then moaned with each of his following spurts.

They relaxed with sighs. Before she let his cock slip from her mouth, she snorted again, and then murmured: 

"Still tastes strange. ... You didn't tell me about that."

"Sorry, hope you didn't mind. Just sort of happened."

"Hmm! Like with them? They taught you that, too?"

"Um-hmm, feels good."

"Hmm! Um-hmm, just very surprising."

"For me too, the first time."

"Hm-hmm! You're going to have to tell a lot."

"Only if you don't want to kill any of us."

"Oh, no! ... Well, I don't think so, if you make it sound good. ... You made it feel good. I like that, ... also doing it."

"Mmmm! Not as much as I enjoyed that you did."

"Maybe not that much, ... but it was good to feel how good it was being for you."

"And for you; I love the way it tastes when you come like that."

"Hmm? ... Like the way they taste?"

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm!"

He crawled back around, and they embraced and kissed. She licked around his mouth and snorted, remarking: 

"I like the way I taste, too."

"Probably better than I taste."

"Hmm? But I think I could get accustomed to it."

"I hope so!"

"You would, of course! ... I want to do it again, ... just by myself."

"Um-hmmm! And then you can lick where it feels so good."

"Hm-hmm! How did you know that that was what I was thinking?"

"Just hoping."

"But not before you tell me everything."

"Maybe just a little? 'Everything' could take a long time."

"I'll decide that in the morning."

"That's a good idea. Good night."

"Good night." 

She turned over, and they curled up together.

When he awoke in the early morning, they were lying separated, as usual. When he recalled the previous evening, that they both had admitted to incestuous sex, and then had done something that they hadn't done before, he snorted and rolled back towards her, putting his hand gently on her breast, appreciating that it was larger than it had been when they got married, but still not sagging, as he imagined that the breasts of women with bigger ones in their youth must do. She stirred, and he murmured: 

"You still have nice breasts."

"Hmm? Nicer than whose? ... Hmm? Not nicer than Britta's or Maren's."

"Maybe, ... when you were their age, but now."

"Hmm? Long time since you gave me a compliment."

"Sorry, I should have, but it only occurred to me now."

"Hmm! After having seen theirs, ... no others, I hope."

"Hm-umm. Well, pictures, of course."




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 10



"Hm-hmm! Just 'pictures, of course'."

"And paintings."

"Same thing, ... but not like seeing your - our - daughters'."

He nodded, and she turned her head and smirked slightly, then reaching over and finding his cock. He snorted and asked: 

"How many of them have you seen?"

"Hm-hmm! ... Just three or four. No, with my brother's, five. ... And you?"

"Just three really. I never really looked at one before."

"Hmm! Hard for me not to have seen them. ... Just ours, ... in the family?"

"Um-hmm."

"Hmmmm! You were going to tell me, ... maybe not 'everything' yet. ... What happened after that, after one told the other one to hold it?"

"Hmm? If you promise that you still want to do it - by yourself?

"I guess so."

"Then we went swimming, and then the first one said that it looked like it needed to be warmed up. I wasn't expecting how she wanted to, but then it was in her mouth, and, well, ... you can imagine that she didn't just warm it up."

"Hmm! I guess not! And then?"

"Well, I had let them both do what they wanted to, too late to start moralizing about ..."

"And you didn't want to."

"Too late; of course, they knew that I liked it."

"Hmm! And they did, too. And then?"

"Too late to think that it wouldn't happen again."

"And you didn't want it to."

"But I didn't say anything to encourage them."

"Didn't need to."

"Hm-umm, but I didn't anticipate that they would both get in bed with me."

"In our bed?! Both of them?!"

"Um-hmm, like with Johan."

"And with Lars, now, you think?"

"Probably, though I expect that he will also be surprised."

"I hope so. ... And with both of them ...?"

"Oh, I left it up to them."

"Hmm! And let them do anything they wanted?"

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm? Taking turns?"

"Sort of, I guess. ... Oh, they do it with each other; I guess they always found a way ... "

"'They do it with each other'? You mean, ... like two girls ...?"

"Um-hmm. Why not? If I like to do it, why shouldn't they like to? Maybe even better, knowing what it feels like for each other."

"Hmm! ... They didn't tell you how that started?"

"It was with that story they read - before Johan was here the first time. They knew that they both did it to themselves, and then ... well, the story must have made it sound good."

"Hmm! ... And they did that with you there?"

"And with me."

"Hmmm? ... No, you couldn't have even thought about not letting them do anything they wanted."

"Um-hmm. ... The second week, we got to talking one night, and I admitted that I did, and we all liked that we could talk about it."

"Hmm? Well, I guess so. ... So you all did anything you wanted to do?"

"Nothing we hadn't already, ... just being more open about it."

"Like my telling about my brother."

"Um-hmm. Wish I had had a sister like you."

"Just as glad that you didn't; it was fun that I could surprise you with my experience."

"For me, too. ... Hmm? Is that enough telling?"

"For now. Seems like I can imagine the rest."

"Um-hmm. And you're not mad at me, at us?"

"Hm-umm. I'll tell you later why."

"Mm-hmmm!"

She was sliding down under covers and between his legs. She kissed the head of his half stiff cock and murmured: "I hope I like this as much as I want to," and then his cock slipped between her lips.

He had to recall how good his daughters did it, also having to think how natural it must be for any woman to do it - if she just wanted to. She was doing it so good! When his hips started to twitch, she didn't hesitate to do everything she could to make him come in her mouth, just grunting in surprise at his first spurt and then moaning in apparent pleasure at his following ones. 

When she dove up over him, planting a juicy kiss on his mouth, letting him taste a generous dollop of his semen, he wasn't surprised, just very pleased with her doing what he expected from his experience with their daughters. He hummed in appreciation, his tongue thrusting in her mouth. She caressed and suck on it, and then raised her head with a smirk and murmured: 

"Now I know that I like it as much as they do."

"And do it as good as they can. ... Come here, now I want to do it."

His hands on her ass urged her to move up.

"Like this?"

"On my face, until you're all wet, and then I want to fuck you."

"Uhn! You never said that before! You can again?"

"Um-hmm, if you let me lick your pussy until you come all over my face."

"Oooh! I guess you know that you can."

She let him guide her hips up over his face and moaned softly as his tongue found her already moist pussy. It rocked encouragingly on his mouth and eager tongue. When his fingers slipped into her crevice and rubbed her asshole, she just chuckled deep in her throat and leaned forward, grasping the headboard, as she moaned in response to his rubbing. He was tempted to do more than just rub, but didn't, his tongue probing in her vagina - until she rocked her hips back and offered her clitoris for more arousal. Soon, her pelvis was twitching. When his fingertip found her asshole and probed a little, she nodded with an aroused "uhn-hnn," and a few moments later she moaned raggedly and with a gasp began to wet his face. 

He lapped up her warm love juice and then urged her to move back down his body. When he murmured: "Now fuck me," she started slightly, but reached down and found his stiff cock as she replied: 

"You used that kind of language?"

"Um-hmm, or they did, sometimes."

"Hmm! I guess I'd better."

She guided his cock into her slippery pussy and began to ride on it, as she had so many times before, but never after just having had an orgasm. She looked down at him with a smirk, chuckling in her throat, and then murmured: 

"I never thought I would have competition doing this. Hmm! Or have to learn something from my daughters."

"I didn't either."

They both chuckled with smiles. She had plenty of experience being on top, rocking and circling her hips on his cock, humming and grinning in response to feeling it move in her. When he murmured: "Let me suck," she immediately dropped down over him and offered him one of her breast, moaning in appreciation. One of his hands slipped down over her ass and found her asshole again. She chuckled with nod, and a finger again began to probe. She chuckled again and murmured: 

"Funny, ... that that feels good."

"Uhn-hnn," he agreed, still sucking and nibbling.

He began to rock his hips, his fingertip probing in the same tempo, feeling her asshole tighten and relax. Then he probed deeper. She started, but didn't object. When it relaxed, and his finger slipped deeper, she gasped slightly and exclaimed softly: 

"Really?! Like that?"

"Uhn-hnn."

"Oooh! Uhnn! Hn-hnn! Fuck me!"

He did, with his cock and finger. She moaned, as her pussy and asshole tightened, and then she wanted to kiss, fucking with her tongue in his mouth, moaning, and then both of them grunting as her clutching pussy and asshole gave both of them orgasms, better ones than they had in years.

She collapsed on him, and their stomachs rose and fell against each other as they recovered. When his finger slipped out, she snorted and remarked softly: 

"And that, too. ... Hmm? They do that, like that?"

"Um-hmm, their idea, ... guess they knew that it feels good for me, too."

"Hmm?! And Johan, too; ... and probably for Lars."

"Probably."

"Hmm?! ... And I thought I was the wicked one, sleeping with my brother."

"And I, for sleeping with them."

"Hm-hmm, ... if that makes it all right."

"At least, avoids either of us getting upset about it."

"Hmm?! I guess so."

She rolled off him, and they looked at each other with slight smirks, snorting. After a moment, she snorted again and murmured: 

"Worse than that, ... hmm? ... better than that?"

"What?"

"Said I would tell you last night."

"What?"

"Hmm? ... After my brother left, Dad and I were cleaning up in the kitchen, and he murmured: 'I know you slept with him.' Blushing! I didn't know that I could still blush like that! I didn't have to say anything; he could see that I was. But he only added: 'I always knew you did.' Could I have blushed more? It felt like it. He was polite about not looking at me. Finally I murmured: 'You did?' 'Um-hmm, back at the cabins.' 'You did?! And didn't say anything?!' 'Oh, I was going to. I had found a piece of condom wrapping. Oh, I was shocked, but then, you both weren't around at the moment, and I thought about it. You were being careful, and it was going to be a real big family blow-up if I said anything, and maybe not change anything, so I didn't.' 'Thanks, Dad,' was all I could think to say.

"After a moment, he snorted and remarked: 'And I could understand that he wanted to.' That surprised me, but then I understood what he might have meant. Oh, I was blushing like a tomato!"

"That's good. I bet! And then?"

"He snorted again - with a slight grin - and replied: 'Nice that it was mutual; I did wonder if ... well, ... you know, ... that you might not have wanted to.' I just had to grin and shake my head, and we both chuckled and finished drying the dishes."

"Hmm! So he knew, and you thought that he might have wanted to?"

"A little. Hm-hmm! Didn't you?"

"Hmm! Too late to ask! ... Hmm? And that was what you wanted to tell me?"

"Hmmmm? Sort of."

"Just 'sort of'?"

"You really want to know?"

"I told you everything."

"Enough. I can imagine the rest after last night and this morning."

"Um-hmm, you can. And you agreed that you weren't going to murder anyone."

"Hmm! True."

"And that was just 'sort of' what you wanted to tell me?"

"Hmm? I guess so."

"What else?"

There was a long pause before she replied: 

"I slept with him, too."

"Hmm! That's nice! Kind of makes everything all even."

"Um-hmm, ... why I can blame any of you."

"You really did?"

"I said so. Thinking about our conversation the rest of the day, after saying goodnight to Mother, I suggested that we get ready for bed and watch a movie on TV. Don't know whether he had any idea of what I was thinking, but there we were, in his pajamas and my nightgown. Maybe he just thought it was nice that I cuddled up closer to him, putting his arm around me - like he hadn't since I was a little girl - well, not so little."

"Since I know what's going to happen, what did you do then?"

"Well, the last time we had been like that - had to have been the last time - well, you can imagine from what I said that he had said."

"Um-hmm. I kept my hands just on their shoulders, well, not the last couple of weeks."

"Um-hmm. And his hadn't either, but not really, but I had wanted it to be there back then, and now. Oh, he was surprised when I put my hand on his thigh, and then a lot more surprised when it moved up, but he just asked: 'What are you doing?' 'What most young girls probably think about doing - if they didn't have a brother like mine.' 

"He snorted softly, but his fingers stroked over the top of my breast. God, I was aroused, not so much sexually, but from what I was doing, wanting to do, wanting him to do. I nodded and murmured: 'And maybe what their fathers would have liked them to do.' Did he nod? But his hand slid down and his fingers touched my nipple, very erect nipple, and didn't hesitate to rub over it.

"We were both staring at the TV, acting as though we didn't know what we were doing, even when I slid my hand up further, feeling his cock move against the side of my hand. His fingers caught the tip of my nipple and squeezed it. Wet! If he wanted to do that, couldn't stop his fingers from doing that?! I turned my hand and touched his cock. It more than just twitched, wanting rise up in his pajamas, and he didn't object, when I helped it."

"No man would."

Don't interrupt me! Hmm? And he didn't interrupt me, when my fingers helped it slip out of his pajamas. He kept staring at the TV, but he wasn't stopping me from arousing him. When I started to pull up my nightgown and moved to straddle him, he did object, but just mumrmured: 'We shouldn't.'"

"But you did?"

"Um-hmm. He let me, murmuring again that we shouldn't, but when I pulled my nightgown up over his head, he lost his resistance, my breasts in front of his nose."

"Hmmmm! Nice. He must have always really wanted to."

"I thought so, too. He did then. He sucked my breasts, and we did, arousing that we were, after so many years. All he said when it was over was: 'We never did it like that.' 'Pity,' I replied, and he nodded."

"And then?"

"That night we slept in our beds, but the next night, he went to his room and closed the door and tiptoed back to my room. And, well, you can imagine the rest."

"Um-hmm. Lucky him."

"And me, ... and you."

"No reproaches?" 

"After spending most of two weeks sleeping with my brother and father?"

"No reproaches."

"None, and we've both learned something new - and very good. But don't tell them."

"Um-hmm, of course not. ... Shower, breakfast?"

"Oooh! And I've got to go."

"Me too."

Grinning, they got up and hurried to the bathroom.

"In the bathtub," he suggested, stepping into it.

"Both of us?"

"Um-hmm."

"You did that with them?"

"No bathtub, but yes, another idea of theirs."

"Hmm?! All over your feet?"

As he nodded with a smirk, she joined him and immediately her stream arched out. She snickered as she watched it splash on his feet, and snickered again, when his did, then gave a surprised "oooh!" when he guided it up her legs. 

"You did that with them? They wanted you to?"

"Um-hmm, they wanted me to."

"Hmm?! Kind of raunchy."

"Um-hmm, but after everything we had done - we have done - ... well, they thought it was fun, ... wanted it all over them."

"What?! Really?! 'All over'?!"

"And wanted me to, too."

"For you to get down so that they could?!"

"Um-hmm."

"And you did?"

"Couldn't disappoint them, since they had."

"All over?"

"Just in front."

"Hmm?! I don't know about you three!"

When they then started washing each other, she remarked: 

"When we were first married, we did this."

"Um-hmm. Why did we stop?"

"The babies; one of us having to mind them."

"Um-hmm, ... but we didn't start to again, when they were older."

"And running around the house."

"It was your idea, that they see the difference between boys and girls."

"Hmm! ... Hmm! I guess it was, since they were both girls."

"You sure didn't have to see your father naked to discover that."

"Hm-mm! And never did, till last week."

"Hm-hmm! I guess not, after all you told me."

"Um-hmmm!" and she smirked at him.

"And if one of them had been a boy ...?"

"Hmm? What do you mean? ... Oh, you think that they might have done what we did?"

"Hm-hmm! From what we now know, probably. They did as much as they could as two girls, still do."

"Hmmm? Too late to worry about that."

"Um-hmm."

They finished their shower, and he began to shave. She wiped up the floor and waited with him. Then she snorted and murmured: 

"Oooh! I forgot to tell you the rest."

"With your father?"

"Hm-umm. ... Oh, it was embarrassing. When I went to say goodbye to Mom, sitting on her bed, she took my hand and after a moment, in her slurred speech, said: 'You slept with him, didn't you?' Talk about blushing! I didn't have to reply, but I didn't know whom she meant. But she just squeezed my hand with a tired smile and said: "That's all right. He needs it, not just since my stroke; he always wanted it more than I did.'"

"Ouch! I cut myself. So she knew?" He stopped shaving, waiting for her reply.

"Um-hmm, and told me to make him happy."

"I love my mother!"

"For telling me sleep with my father?!"

"For having raised a daughter to be such a nice sister, daughter and wife."

"Hmm! Hm-hmm! ... And mother."

"Oh, yes! That too, since you suggested it."

They both laughed - a lot of nervous release. He turned back to the mirror and finished shaving, while she remarked:

"Oh, and she told me that I should tell him that she didn't mind, that she liked that we did."

"Oooh! And you did?"

"That was less embarrassing for me, more so, for him."

"I can imagine."

"Oh, we had assumed that we would, but not spoken about what we were doing, but after the first night in bed together, he showed more initiative."

"Like me, at the cabin."

"If you say so. But as we were parting, he smiled and said that he was then really looking forward to seeing me again."

"And you, to seeing him again, I hope"

"If you don't mind, yes."

"If you don't mind."

"Hmm? I guess not."

They smiled at each other and went to make breakfast without getting dressed. While they were, she chuckled and said: 

"Oh, my brother told me that he had begun to think about girls, while we were still naked kids, after boys at school started talking."

"Thinking about you? Curious? When did he tell you that?"

"Not when he did!"

"Good thing! I remember: one kid telling what he had heard about sex, the rest of us snickering."

" Hmm! Girls did too, but we were younger. A couple of weeks ago."

"Good thing you and the other girls weren't yet his age."

She nodded with a smirk and replied: 

"But we could have had so much fun."

"Hmm! I bet. Once we were talking about whether they would have done anything if one of them had been a brother."

"Don't ask me!" she replied with a grin.

Cleaning up after breakfast, she rubbed his ass and then slipped her arm around his waist. When he jostled his cock and balls, she chuckled with a slight nod, and they quickly finished wiping up the counter and kitchen table. He embraced her, and they kissed, better than they did outside their bedroom. When his hands slid down and urged her to sit on the table, she murmured: 

"In here?"

"Um-hmm, I want to taste you and then do it so long than you almost fall off the table."

"Hm-hmmm! As long as I don't. Can't imagine where you got such an idea!"

"Probably, but not sure whose it was."

She snickered and drew up her thighs, as he dropped to his knees.

His face was completely wet with her pussy juice, when she demanded softly: "Fuck me!" He did, both of them soon coming with aroused moans and gasps. She gasped again, when he continued to thrust his cock in her aroused but not so tight pussy, but it immediately began again to clutch his cock, and she had another orgasm, and then another one, when he finally came again.

She had been writhing and jerking on the table, could have fallen off, if he had been clutching her shoulders. Her body relaxed, as she recovered with gasps and sighs. His cock slipped out, and her pussy was dripping on the edge of the table, dripping on the floor. 

She drew his head down and gave him kiss, and then snorted softly and murmured: 

"I don't care how you learned to do that, ... as long as you do it to me that good."

"Not without your help, ... nor if you want it to be that good on the weekend."

"Hmm, thanks. Even if Mom doesn't mind, don't think we can do it in the kitchen. But you, with them both?"

"If you don't mind?"

"Hm-hm-hmm! Said so already. ... Not here! MY kitchen table. 

They snorted with smiles, and kissed again. He helped her off the table, and they wiped up, themselves and the table and floor. 

They never got dressed that Sunday. Before lunch, on the sofa, she wanted to suck his cock. Instead of kissing, she showed him her mouthful of his semen and then swallowed demonstrably, grinning at him, and then telling him that she had learned to like it. After lunch, they took a nap - a long one - after they had curled up to together and given each other another orgasm. This time, her finger was as eager as his to probe.

When they woke up, she snorted and asked: 

"What do think they are doing?"




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"Hm-hmm! What we do, at least."

"And the three of them?"

He snickered and asked: 

"You really want to know?"

She nodded and fondled his soft cock. It stayed soft, while he told her all the ways he and their daughters had had sex together. She snorted and chuckled during his telling. When he had finished, after another snort, she asked: 

"And what you told in the shower, ... all over each other?"

"Hmm? You really want to know?"

"Um-hmm."

"What they had done with Johan."

"What?"

"Don't be shocked; they wanted to taste it."

"Really?!"

"Um-hmm. Oh, we've tasted it a little, when we didn't wash first."

"Hmm! I guess so, ... maybe a little, ... but really tasting it?! ... And you did, too?"

"Um-hmm. Doesn't taste as strange as what you said that you had learned to like."

"Hmm? Strange enough. Not as strange, ... and you all did?"

"Um-hmm. They did, and then I did."

"Right in your mouth?!"

"Like they had."

"Oh!"

"Oh, after we had done everything else, it didn't seem so strange to also do that."

"Hmm?! If you say so."

"You asked."

"Guess I did."

"We don't have to."

"But you think we have tasted it?"

"Me, at least, ... different physiognomy."

"Hmm! Just your little hole."

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm."

She snorted again and remarked: 

"I've got to go, ... but not to suggest anything."

He nodded, and she got up and went to the bathroom, using the toilet. He waited a few moments and followed her. They smirked at each other as she wiped, and then he used the toilet.

Eventually they had dinner, just chuckling as they cleaned up. They managed to watch the first TV program after the news, with his arm around her, his hand on her breast, and hers on his cock. Then they went to bed, earlier than usual. When he cuddled up next to her, she hummed softly and aroused his cock, helping it find her pussy under her thigh, and they had a nice, relaxed fuck.

During the following days, they enjoyed more sex than they had since their honeymoon. On Thursday, she called her parents and heard that her brother would also be there on Saturday. They both chuckled with smiles, and he murmured: 

"Then enjoy yourself with both of them."

"Thanks. Maybe I should stay till Monday."

"For you Dad?"

"If you don't mind?"

"Why should I?"

"Hm-hmm! And can enjoy yourself - yourselves - too."

"If you don't mind."

"Hmm? ... Hmm! Daughters for fathers."

"And a brother."

"Don't tell them."

He nodded, and they smirked with chuckles. That evening, they shared a bottle of wine, which they seldom did, never on a weekday evening. When he suggested that he could clean up the kitchen the next day, they smirked and started to take off their clothes on the way to their bedroom, where they had oral sex and fucked. They both chuckled at their increased capacity for enjoying themselves, and then really had to go to the bathroom. She stepped in the bathtub with a snort and remarked: 

"Maybe I should try that, too."

He joined her with a snort, and reached down in her strong stream, catching a handful and slurping it up. "Really!" she murmured, and then caught a handful of his stream. With raised eyebrows, she tasted it, smirking, and then remarking: 

"You were right; less strange than what I've learned to like."

"Um-hmm."

"Oh! Did they really want to taste it? Down, letting you do it in their mouths?"

"Um-hmm."

"And you did, too?"

"Um-hmm. ... You and they taste better, but, ... well, it's raunchy and pretty intimate, but we all wanted to, ... like now, after having done everything else."

"Hmm?! ... Maybe another time."

"Not this weekend?"

"For sure, not. ... You think my brother wants me to do the other to him?"

"Hm-hmm! ... For sure, ... at least, after you start."

"Hmm! I will, but not with Dad."

"Hm-hmm! Maybe Sunday night?"

She grinned, shaking her head, and replied: 

"Not yet, ... I don't think."

They chuckled and washed and went back to bed. The alarm clock woke them too late for them to do anything in the morning. Breakfast, kisses with chuckles and smirks, and he had to leave for work. She put fresh sheets on their bed, and packed for her trip. She snorted as she recognized that she was packing her more enticing underwear and then laughed to herself, when she realized that she hadn't included a nightgown. She added one, still snickering, liking that she had assumed that she wouldn't use it.

He returned home, after having dinner in a restaurant, and cleaned up the kitchen, enjoying a couple of beers, while he smirked to himself with thoughts about how she could be spending the evening - also about how their daughters and Lars were spending theirs together, recalling how he had enjoyed the nights and days with the two girls. With another beer, he watched the late movie on TV and went to bed - with many fantasies for his self-satisfaction. 

Saturday night, was more of the same, he did his best to enjoy himself again, but then wondered if his wife would call to tell that she was staying with her parents - with her father - Sunday night, then wondering if she didn't - or if she did - whether she or the girls would be as eager as he was to do something Sunday night. 

Late Sunday forenoon, she call, telling with a soft chuckle that her brother had left and that her parents had been delighted with her suggestion that she stay another night. When he replied: Enjoy yourselves," she agreed: "And you too," and hung up.

He snorted, wondering if her father had been listening and thought she would have passed on greetings or had said something more affectionate, then thinking that indirectly she had: her "and you too."

He cleaned up around the house a little and then warmed up the meal his wife had prepared for him. He wanted a beer, but decided to save the rest of the bottles to drink with Britta and Maren. He cleaned up the kitchen and waited impatiently for them to return, then sniffed with a scowl, as it occurred to him that after a week with Lars, a young man, his daughters might not want to do anything with him.

Late in the afternoon, they arrived. Through the window, he saw them both give a Lars a good kiss, and he drove off. They entered the house, chuckling and grinning, and each greeted him with a kiss on the mouth, still chuckling, then asking: 

"Where's Mom?"

"She called and said that she wanted to stay another night."

"Oh, that's good; I wasn't too eager to answer her questions about how we spent the week."

"Hmm! I can imagine."

"Um-hmm," her sister agreed, then grinning and remarking: 

"But we can tell you."

"As if I couldn't imagine how."

"Probably," and she snickered.

"Unpack first."

"And showers," the other one added. 

As they went towards their room, the other one called back: 

"You can join us."

"Thanks. Maybe I can load the washing machine first."

"Good idea. Hm-hmm! Not much; just as well that Mom isn't here to wonder why."

Readers: hope you are enjoying the family saga. Don't look for Chapter 11 before Oct. 20, 2013. 



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Late in the afternoon, Britta and Maren arrived. Through the window, he saw them both give a Lars a good kiss, and he drove off. They entered the house, chuckling and grinning, and each greeted him with a kiss on the mouth, still chuckling, then asking: 

"Where's Mom?"

"She called and said that she wanted to stay another night."

"Oh, that's good; I wasn't too eager to answer her questions about how we spent the week."

"Hmm! I can imagine."

"Um-hmm," her sister agreed, then grinning and remarking: 

"But we can tell you."

"As if I couldn't imagine how."

"Probably," and she snickered.

"Unpack first."

"And showers," the other one added. 

As they went towards their room, the other one called back: 

"You can join us."

"Thanks. Maybe I can load the washing machine first."

"Good idea. Hm-hmm! Not much; just as well that Mom isn't here to wonder why."

He smiled to himself, pleased that their week with Lars seemed not to have let them forget how they had enjoyed themselves with him. A few minutes later, Britta returned with her arms full of sheets and what looked like only the clothes they had worn when they arrived. When she handed him the laundry, she revealed that she was just wearing panties. With a slight smile, she then took them off and put them on top of the rest. She turned and walked away, his eyes following her, observing that her tan was even better. 

He smirked to himself and hurried to the washing machine. As he was loading it, he thought that they should agree to tell that it had been two loads: sheets for three beds and a few more clothes. Then he snorted, remembering that his wife had a pretty good idea of how they had slept, then thinking that she probably would be tactful about questions. He hoped that he wasn't anticipating too much as he took three bottles of beer to their room.

"We're in here," one of them called superfluously from the bathroom, when the bottles clinked as he set them down. He heard that the shower was on and went in the bathroom, remarking: 

"Both of you, of course."

The shower curtain was closed, and a voice replied: "Of course."

Then one of them drew the curtain back. They were both grinning, but then looked slightly embarrassed, their nipples popping out. One murmured: 

"Funny."

"What?"

"A little surprising; naked, seeing you with all your clothes on."

"Hmm! What did you expect?"

"Just a little surprising." 

Her sister nodded her agreement. He snorted with a grin and replied: 

"I guess it should be, but I don't mind. ... Have a good time?"

The girls snickered with nods. Then Britta asked: 

"Want us to start telling."

"Not while he has all his clothes on; isn't the kind of thing to tell anyone who is all dressed."

They all chuckled at Maren's remark, and he replied: 

"I guess if I want to hear, I better take them off."

"Um-hmm, better sooner than later," Maren agreed, glancing at Britta for her agreement. 

She nodded with a smirk, and they watched him get undressed. As he stripped off his underpants, he murmured: 

"This also feels a little funny."

"Don't know why it should, not after all the time at the cabin," Maren replied.

"Still does, a little, like when I took them off that first day."

"Hm-hmm! That was good. We were really wondering if you would."

"Then or now?"

"Then. Sure would have been funny if you hadn't," Britta remarked.

"Um-hmm. Don't know what would have happened."

Maren snickered and said: 

"Oh, we would have done something to make you take them off."

"Hmm! I can imagine. Now tell, and finish and stop splashing water on the floor."

The girls looked him up and down with grins and then washed their pussies and legs and feet, before they turned off the water. He handed them their towels, remarking: 

"Now tell."

"You or me?" Maren asked her sister.

"You; you'll make a better story of it."

"Hmmmm? We had a good time, a very good time. Oh, Lars already knew that he would be sleeping with both of us, but I think that he was expecting that we would be in different beds. And he knew that we would be going naked."

"He didn't know; I didn't tell him, but maybe he got the idea, when you started talking about going naked."

"Okay, so maybe he didn't, but he didn't mind that.

"And he didn't know that you were going to get him all aroused the first chance you had."

"No, but it was fun surprising him, and he was going to find out sooner or later that we weren't just going to go hiking and swimming during the day."

"He sure found out quickly."

"And didn't mind in the least."

"Like I didn't, after I got over the surprise," he agreed.

"Oh, but he was more open about it."

"I hope so. And then?"

"He was really surprised in the evening, when we only made up the one bed."

"Um-hmm. I think he was expecting that we would sleep together - he and I - and then the next night with you."

"But he didn't really mind, when I got in bed with both of you."

"Hm-hmm! No, just very surprised when he realized that he was suppose to do something with both of us at once."

"But he did, and got better at it after that."

"Did I, too?" he asked.

Both girls nodded vigorously with smiles and finished drying themselves. As they hung up their towels, he remarked: 

"I brought three beers, ... I guess a little with the thought that ..., well, we might not want to back in the living room."

"Hmm? Not like this?" Maren replied with a grin.

"Sort of."

"Good idea; I don't think we wanted to get dressed again," Britta remarked.

They returned to the bedroom and picked up their beers, smiling, and raising them with a "Skaal!"

When he sat down on one of their beds, with his back against the footboard, the girls crowded together against the headboard. They drank again, smirking at each other, and he said: 

"And then?"

Britta nudged her sister, and Maren continued: 

"Oh, then he knew how it was going to be. Hmm? ... No complaints, ... but, ... well, ... he is younger."

"Good thing, ... with both of you."

"Oh, you surprised us."

"Hmm! Surprised myself. Hm-hmm! Shouldn't say it, but surprised your mother, too."

"Oh! That's nice!" both girls responded.

There was moment of silence, and they all drank again. He looked back and forth at his daughters, realizing that he was so accustomed to seeing them naked that he hadn't been looking at their breasts - or between their thighs. His eyes then did, just seeing Maren's red and Britta's light brown pubic hair. The girls smirked slightly, having seen his eyes moving. Britta remarked: 

"We'll have the best tans in Bergen, not that we can show them to anyone other than you and Lars."

He blushed slightly, his eyes returning to their faces, and replied softly: 

"My good luck. You really do."

He raised his bottle in a silent toast, and they all had another sip. Maren nudged her sister and murmured: 

"Should I tell him about Thursday, when it rained?"

"Hmm? If you want to; ... you've already hinted about it."

"Sounds interesting," he remarked encouragingly."

"Hmmm, if you want to hear. Well, we'd done everything we could, every way we could, ... that too. That really surprised him again, but then he liked it, too."

"Hm-hmm? Tasting that too?!

"Um-hmm. And then it was raining Thursday morning, and we asked him ... "

"You asked him, ..."

"I asked him how many times he thought he could do it."

"You said 'how many times he could fuck us'."

"No, how many times he could come in us."

"She can be so outspoken!"

"And? How many times?"

"Twice before breakfast, but that wasn't unusual. After breakfast, I got him aroused again ..."

"Almost made him miss a count in your mouth."

"Um-hmm, if you hadn't stopped me. So he fucked me again."

"And then he was nice enough to start arousing me, and we did."

"Four times before lunch," he counted.

"And after lunch, we took a nap, after I made him do it again."

"And after the nap, I did, ..."

"But you had to ride on him for a long time."

"Poor Lars."

"Oh, he liked the idea, was pleased that he could do it six time."

"Seven times. After supper, we both worked to make him come again, and he finally did."

"Right. It wasn't much fun any more. And in bed ..., well, he just couldn't again."

"But his tongue wasn't tired yet; he insisted on making us both come again."

"Hmm! I'm glad you didn't try that with me."

"We wouldn't do it again. Friday morning, we waited till after breakfast, after sunning at the lake, waited till he wanted to."

"Hmm! After you kept showing him that you were playing with yourself."

"But then he wanted to, and did, and it took nice and long."

"My sex-craved sister," Britta remarked, and got a chuff in her ribs.

He chuckled and drank, and the girls drank. Then he asked: 

"And what did he think about what you two did with each other?"

"Oh, he was surprised, but we didn't until he was already doing something with one of us, and then really liked it."

"Like I did."

"Um-hmm. ... Hm-hmm! Want us to again?" Maren replied with a smirk, and reached down between her sister's thighs.

He chuckled and said: 

"If you want to, ... both of you."

Britta snorted, scowling for a moment, and then grinned and replied: 

"If you do, too."

He returned her smirk and spread his thighs. The girls giggled as Britta reached over between Maren's already open thighs, opening her own. His hand slid down and fondled his balls, moving his still soft cock with his thumb, as he watched their fingertips rubbing back and forth over the other's clitoris. He glanced up and saw that they were watching his hand, not having to look to see that his cock was stiffening, but their expressions suggested that they were. He raised his bottle, and they raised theirs, all of them smirking with chuckles as their fingers continued to move. They murmured "skaal" and emptied them, setting them aside. 

He continued to fondle his balls, just rubbing the back of the head of his cock with his thumb, which the girls appreciated with chuckles, as their fingers twitched back and forth with obvious experience. Then his cock was fully stiff, so that only the tips of two fingers could play with his sack while his thumb caressed the sensitive back of his knob. Then he saw the finger of one girl and then the other one's rub down between each other's pussy lips, and then both extended further, making moist sounds. One of them put her leg over the other one's, and they spread their thighs.

He hummed softly and grasped his cock, liking that the girls' fingers slipped into each other's hole in response. He glanced up and saw that their other hands had stolen up to hold their breasts. Then their eyes met, and they all snorted again with smirks.

"Nice, fun," Britta murmured.

"Um-hmm," he agree, as Maren chuckled and said: 

"I never saw a guy do that."

He moved his hand faster for her, and they all chuckled, and again, when her sister replied: 

"Because you always were holding it before he could."

"Hmm! Or something else already. Bet you haven't either."

"No. ... Hm-hmm! One was maybe about to, but I think I already had more experience than he had and didn't let him."

"Hope it was still good."

Oh, it sure was for him, maybe the first time a girl had done it; he was a little embarrassed about it's shooting all over the place."

"Hm-hmm, but probably not so good for you?"

"Good enough; I wasn't spoiled yet, before we did it with Johan."

They all snickered and then were silent for a few moments, the girls doing a little more for each other, while he stroked slowly just down his cock, enjoy the girls' soft um-hmms in response to what the other one was doing. After a minute or two, his other hand found his soft sack and fondled his balls, and his hand returned to rubbing his loose skin up and down. A moment or two later, he murmured: 

"You don't want just to watch me do this, I hope."

The girls looked up at him, smirking and shaking their heads with snickers, and both replied: 

"Oh, no, I hope not."

"What would you like?" Britta added.

"Anything you want to do. ... I know you both taste good."

"And we know that you do, too," she replied."

"You did it to him the last time this morning. She just couldn't bear to see him put his shorts on."

"Only because you had before, instead of helping wash up."

"Because he had done it so good to me, while you were sitting on him before breakfast."

"Hmm! Sort of like I imagined. So whose turn is it, ... whatever you want to do?"

"Oh, it's wilting already," Maren observed."

"Oh, you can do whatever you like. Hm-hmm! It's still early," Britta replied in feigned resignation. 

"I'm not Lars."

"But we know that you can ... more than a couple of times."

"Hmm! Thanks."

"Let's all lick," Maren suggested, adding: "on the floor."

They all smirked with nods and got up and flung the covers from both beds on the floor. As they got comfortable with their heads on the other's thigh, Maren remarked: 

"Oh, good. It's soft again. I love to start with it like that."

The others chuckled as she sucked his cock in her mouth, and then he buried his face in Britta's pussy, and she, hers in Maren's. He had to admit that he liked Britta's young pussy better than his wife's, but she could suck his cock just as good as Maren was doing - very good. 

It was like so many times before, all them eventually coming, not simultaneously, but he thought that was better, enjoying his orgasm and then Britta's. They rolled on their backs with their heads still on each other's thigh, sighing contentedly and finding a breast to fondle. After a few moments, Britta murmured: 

"I'm glad Mom is staying an extra night, nice for her parents, too."

"And for me," he agreed, adding: "Thank you. Knew I wanted to, but wasn't sure you still would."

Maren snorted and replied: 

"Best thing to come home for, especially since we didn't expect we could."

"Um-hmm," her sister agreed.

After a moment, Maren said: 

"Oh? What did Mom think about both of us going with Lars? Did she say anything?"

"Hmm? She wondered. I reminded her that you had both been there with Johan."

"Oooh! But not telling how?!"

"Of course not," he lied.

They all chuckled. Then Britta remarked: 

"But she knew that I would sleep with Lars."

"She didn't mention that again, whatever she might have been thinking. She probably won't ask."

"I hope not."

"Me too," Maren agreed.

He was pretty sure that she would ask him, however, but probably not about details, also not about how the three of them had spent the evening and night; he had already told her what they could do together. He fondle Maren's and then Britta's breast and sat up, remarking: 

"I've got to go. You probably did before."

The girls nodded, smirking up at him. As he stood up, Britta said: 

"But we need to wash a little."

"But you don't; I took care of that," Maren added with a broader smirk.

"Um-hmm, thank you, but I need to wash my face," he replied with a smile. 

They chuckled and followed him to the bathroom, snorting as they watched him use the toilet, and then washed their pussies. He washed his face, and they returned to the bedroom, picking up the covers and tossing them back on the beds. As he picked up his clothes, the girls looked at him questioningly. He snorted with shake of his head and remarked: 

"May as well stay like this."

They smiled and followed him naked to the living room. "A little funny," one murmured, looking around as he went and tossed his clothes in his bedroom. When he returned, he said: 

"Better close the curtains before we need to turn on the lights."

The girls smirked and did, and they all went in the kitchen, where the girls made supper. As they sat down to eat, they all smirked slightly about their being naked at the kitchen table, where they had so often had supper. 

He was worried that the girls might ask why their mother was staying an extra night with her parents, but they just asked how their grandmother was doing. When he had replied, he asked: 

"And what else did you do?"

The girls glanced at each other with snorts, and Britta replied: 

"Oh, he chopped lots of firewood, ..."

"And we went swimming, ..."

"And once, we did put on clothes and take a short hike."

"And took them off again?" he suggested.

"Um-hmm," both girls responded, nodding with smirks."

"Poor Lars, probably thinking he would get a rest."

"Oh no, he knew; we had told him that we knew a nice mossy place with a view."

"Hmm! How - when - did you find it?"

"With Johan."

"Could have thought so. Did you tell Lars about him?"

"We weren't going to, but he asked the same question, ..."

"And Maren immediately answered: 'with our cousin last year'."

"Hm-hmm! And you gave her a dirty look, and he didn't have to ask more."

"Something like that. He didn't say anything, just snorted."

"I can imagine, and that he probably thought that explained what a good team you are."

"Maybe," Maren agreed sheepishly, then adding: 

"At least, we can tell Mom that we went hiking."

They all chuckled and finished their meal. After they had cleared the table, the girls said that they would clean up. He pushed his chair back from the table and sat down. For a minute or two, he enjoyed watching the girls - and receiving their smiling glances. Then he said: 

"There are three more bottles of beer, if you want one."

"I'll get them," Britta offered, and did. 

She opened them. When she handed him his, her eyes dropped down to his cock, between his open thighs. They all said "skaal" and drank. As she returned to helping Maren wash dishes, he told them that they would have to get more beer the next day and dispose of the bottles, and then reminded them to hang up the laundry in the morning. They agreed, and then one mentioned that the sheets had better be dry and folded before their mother returned. He snorted and suggested that they could moisten and also hang out the unused sheets. The girls smirked with nods, and they drank again. Maren turned back to the sink, but Britta continued to look at him. Then she smirked again and said: 

"I don't know why I am helping; Maren didn't this morning."

Maren glanced around at her and then snorted and remarked: 

"You're not going to say what I did, are you?"

"Hm-hmm, maybe."

"What?" he asked, his cock feeling Britta's eyes looking at it."

She smirked again and replied: 

"That she saw something else that she wanted to eat."

"Hmm! And do you?" 

It was obvious that his cock understood what they were talking about. Britta nodded slightly, glancing up at his face. They both smiled slightly, and he murmured: 

"Wouldn't want you to go to bed hungry."

As they all snickered, he unconsciously spread his thighs a little. Maren remarked: 

"Oh, go on, if you want to; guess it's your turn after before."

When he nodded, taking a sip of beer as he slid his hips forward on the chair, she flashed her a grin and murmured: "I do." 

She dropped her dishtowel on the table and knelt down between his feet. His cock didn't rise to meet her hand, but it might have, if she had hesitated for a moment. She glanced up at him with a slight smile, as her hand found his cock and raised it, and her other hand came up under his loose sack. He watch the head of his cock disappear between her lips and moaned softly, as he felt her suck and caress it with her tongue, feeling her fondling his balls. His cock stiffened and twitched, and he moaned again, seeing her eyes glance up at him, and then that they closed, as she aroused him with her mouth and fingers. 

His eyes almost closed, but then a movement caught their attention, and they opened. Maren had turned from the sink to watch them. She reached for her beer as her other hand found one of her stiff nipples. She took a long drink, while a finger circled her nipple, and then set down her beer. Then both hands were arousing her nipples.




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His eyes returned to watching Britta. He moaned in appreciation for what she was doing, thinking it was sinfully arousing to be able just to sit there and enjoy having his cock sucked - without any compunctions about its being his daughter, who was doing it, or that her sister was watching. He glanced up and saw that one of her hands had slid down to her pussy, a couple of fingers moving between her thighs. His eyes returned to watching Britta. After a few moments, he murmured: 

"Do you want to do something else?"

For a moment, she continued to suck and move her head, then nodding. She drew her head back, and his shiny wet cock bobbed up. She looked up at him with a slight smile, nodding again, as her hands found his thighs and pressed to help her stand up. He drew his thighs together, and she stepped closer. With her feet on each side of the chair, looking in his eyes, she lowered her hips, reaching down and guiding his cock into her pussy. They both sighed with soft moans as it slipped deep in her, until she was sitting on his lap. 

Maren had moaned in empathy, but they were oblivious to her presence, as they embraced. Britta murmured: "I was hoping you would ask," and then kissed him. 

For a while, their tongues eagerly caressed. She had her arms locked around his neck. His hands roamed up and down her back, down to her ass, encouraging her to rock her hips. They both chuckled in their throats in response to the slightly more arousing sensations, and again, when she clutched his cock with her pussy. Still kissing, his hands roamed again and then returned a couple of times to her ass. Then one slid up to her breast. She retrieved her tongue from his mouth and loosed her embrace, murmuring: "Suck them."

She leaned back, and he lowered his head and did. She moaned, and her pussy held his cock tighter. His mouth shifted to her other nipple. After a moment, she murmured: "Pinch, bite." He did, pulling on her nipple with his fingertips and scratching with his teeth and then holding and pulling on the tip of her nipple with them, letting it slip free, and then opening his mouth wider and sucking as much of her breast as he could in his mouth, and again letting his teeth scratch over her goose bumps, until they caught and pulled the tip of her nipple. She moaned, and her pussy clutched his cock, making it twitch. When his other hand slid down to her ass, she responded with a throaty "um-hmm," and murmured: "Do that."

He knew what she meant, and his fingers found her asshole. As they rubbed and probed, she nodded and moaned with another "um-hmm." Her feet found the rungs at the side of the chair. Her pussy and asshole tightened and relaxed, making his cock twitch and inviting his finger to probe deeper. She moaned louder in response, he, too with a chuckling moan.

They enjoyed that for a few moments. He was wondering if just her clutching pussy was going to make him come, but then her arms tightened around his neck, pressing on his shoulders, and she began to raise and lower her hips, as she exclaimed softly: "Oh fuck! Fuck me!"

He raised his head and grasped her ass with his other hand and helped her. She tried to kiss him, as her body moved up and down, as she moaned and panted. She felt him come and relented for a few moments, her tongue fucking in his mouth, but then resumed riding up and down on his cock and finger. Then she began to come with more aroused moans and gasps, her warm juice wetting the base of his cock and his sack, as her pussy clutched his cock even harder, but she continued to ride just as vigorously up and down on it with whimpering moans, that sounded like she was seeking release from some pain.

It had been a little painful for him when she had continued, but now it was feeling arousing again to feel her slippery, clutching pussy fucking his cock. Moaning with her, he helped her, his finger probing in her asshole. 

He didn't know if she was having a long, continuous orgasm, or whether it was two or three, but when he came again, she held still, still moaning with long gasps. Then she kissed him hard, her tongue seeking and finding his, her feet dropping to the floor, sitting heavily on him. Then she murmured: "Oh, God! That was good!"

As he nodded, Maren remarked softly: 

"Oh, the devil [a Norwegian expletive], it must have been! I never came standing up like this, watching you, dripping wet, ... twice."

He and Britta snorted. She turned her head, and they both looked at her. She was wiping up the inside of her thighs with the dishcloth. Britta snorted again and replied: 

"That's good, we did, too."

"Um-hmm, twice," he agreed.

They all chuckled, and Maren snickered and remarked: 

"Have to wipe up the floor, ... you two, too."

Britta snorted and rose up a little, and his softening cock slipped out, and more liquid dripped on the floor. She snorted again and murmured: 

"Now, for sure. I'll do it, ... after I wash."

She stood up, her legs shaky, still with her hands on his shoulders. He glanced down at his slick cock, and then she turned to Maren, and he stood up. With a chuckle, Maren handed her sister the dishcloth. She rinsed it and wiped herself. He joined her at the sink, hanging his cock and balls over the edge, and washed them. Britta handed him the hand towel that she and Maren had used to dry themselves, and they all chuckled as he used it. When Britta began to wipe the floor with the dishcloth, he commented: 

"You know your mother tells us not to use it on the floor."

Maren snorted and replied: 

"That would be just the least of what she would tell us not to do."

He nodded and snickered with the girls, wondering if his wife could envisage that they would have been in the kitchen like they were, and then wondered if she were already in bed with her father - no, still too early.

And it was too early for them to go to bed, but Maren was already thinking about it, though not surprising him when she finished wiping the floor where she had been standing and said: 

"I hope you want to sleep with me tonight."

He nodded with a smile, and Britta agreed: 

"Just don't wake me up in the middle of the night, ... try not to."

They all chuckled and found their beers, said "skaal" and drank. They agreed to watch whatever was on TV. He told them to get towels to sit on, and turned on the TV. They returned and they sat down on the sofa, the girls comfortably under his arms, and watched a movie. Towards the end of it, Maren found his hand and pulled it down on her breast. Britta noticed with a slight nod and reach up and held his hand, but didn't put it on her breast. As the film was ending, Maren's other hand slid over his thigh and rested on his cock. Britta snorted softly, and when the credits started, she squeezed his hand and said: 

"I'm going to bed now. Want me to turn off the TV?"

Maren was already fondling his cock. He replied: 

"That would be nice, thanks."

He nodded, and Britta got up and turned it off, leaving them in the almost dark room, saying: 

"That was nice to come home to, thanks. Good night."

"Very nice. Good night," he murmured.

"Um-hmm. We'll try not to wake you," Maren added.

Then they were alone, Maren fondling his now larger cock. He fondled her breast, and they both chuckled softly. She murmured: 

"This is better, Nice of her to suggest it."

"Um-hmm."

"What do you want to do?"

"Anything you do, ... if I can."

"I know you can, ... and if takes longer, all the better."

"Hmm, probably."

They fondled each other for a moment, humming softly, his cock beginning to stiffen. Then she murmured: 

"I want to kneel on the sofa, but not yet, and for you to ..., well, you can imagine, from behind."

"Hmm? Something new."

"Um-hmm. Lars did it once. Hm-hmm! Not just once, not on the sofa. We were showing him what we sometimes do together, like we showed you. After he knew that we did, of course."

"Hmm! And?"

"Hm-hmm! And Britta had her hips near the side of the bed, and ..."

"And I can imagine. And then you had yours 'near the side of the bed'?"

"Um-hmmm! And after that, not just near the side of the bed."

"Hm-hmm! Why didn't I think of that? And it's good?"

"Of course! He thought so, too."

"Of course!"

They snorted and fondled, his cock now standing up in her hand. Then she murmured: 

"But first, I want to ..., want you to lick my pussy."

"And you want to suck my cock."

"Mmmm! Um-hmm!"

"Hm-hmm! And if we forget about the rest?"

"I won't."

"Hmm!"

"Lie down."

She got up and let him lie on the sofa. As he moved back to rest his head on the arm of it, she straddled him with practiced ease, her pussy lowering directly on his mouth.

He took her word for it, that she wouldn't forget, and did everything he could to arouse her. She moaned in response, forgetting to suck and lick for a moment, and he was pleased with his success. Then she resumed her arousing him. Then next time she moaned louder, she raised her head and murmured: "Oooh! That's good!" He thought she might suggest it was time for them to fuck, but then his cock was back in her mouth and being aroused as eagerly as before. When that happened again, he wondered if she was intentionally letting his cock recover from its arousal, then recalling her words: "If it takes longer, all the better." He snorted in agreement, and then they were both arousing each other again.

The next time she raised her head, she was obviously allowing his cock to recover, waiting with chuckling moans in response to his tongue's activity. Then his cock was back in her warm, wet mouth and soon twitching again. The next time she raised her head, she murmured: 

"Almost forgot; we'd better do it."

"Um-hmmm!" he agreed.

She leaned against the back of the sofa, raising her leg and arm to let him get out from under her. He did, rolling off the sofa and dropping on his knees - not too elegantly. Before he could stand up, she was moving to present her ass to him. He wished he could see her better in the dark room, but she was only shadowy figure. His hand found her thigh and slid around it and up to her wet pussy, as his other hand grasped his wet cock. He spread his feet to lower it to the right level and guided it to her pussy, plunging it swiftly deep in her slippery hole. She gasped, and her pussy clutched it. He held still, afraid that he would come immediately if he drew out and did that again. But he could arouse her, he thought, and his hand slid around her hip and over her hair, finding where his tongue had been arousing her. She responded with an appreciative moan, and her pussy held his cock tighter again. 

For a few moments, he just did that, but then she wiggled her hips and insisted softly: "Fuck me!"

He did, hoping that his cock had become so accustomed to her tight warm pussy that he wouldn't come too soon. And if he did, he thought, he would just have to plow on until she did - and maybe, he again. Oh, it was good! His hips moving freely, his cock plunging in and out with long strokes in her pussy, and she was meeting his thrusts with her hips, slapping against his - so loud that Britta could hear them? 

He only came once, despite continuing when she started to come - all warm and wet - but wanting more, like her sister had. But then she had had enough, whimpering and laughing at once, and then collapsing, her hips dropping down, his cock slipping out of her dripping pussy. His hands slid up and held her warm breasts. She sighed with moans, after a several, whispering: 

"That was so good. ... Thank you."

"Um-hmm, for me, too. Thank you."

He fondled her breasts, and she nodded, so that it moved her shoulders in the dark. Then she reached out with both hands and felt where the towels were, and rolled to the side on the one that would be under her wet pussy. She snorted and remarked: 

"I hope we didn't drip on the floor."

"Me too. You'll have to check in the morning."

They both chuckled in the dark. She reached out and found his long, loose cock, snorting again and repeating: 

"Thank you," then after a moment adding: "You don't have to sleep with me."

"And if I want to?"

"Nice. ... Oooh! I've got to go."

"Our bathroom; me too."

He helped her up and they found their way to the other bathroom. She used the toilet and he, the washbasin. They snorted with smiles as they watched each other wash, and then returned in the dark to the living room and to the girls' bedroom, and silently into her bed, curling up together. He squeezed her breast, and she nodded, and they fell asleep.

They were awakened in the morning by the sound of Britta's flushing the toilet. They were still lying like that, but his hand had slipped from her breast. He found it again and murmured: 

"Good morning, sleep well?"

"Very, thank you. You too, I hope."

"Um-hmm, 'very'."

"Wake up, you sleepy heads. I let you sleep as long as you could - Monday morning."

They rolled back and gave Britta - still naked - slight smirks. She snorted and said: 

"I'll start breakfast."

As she turned to the door, he replied: 

"Thanks, but put something on. ... I have to got to work and can't leave with that image of you both."

The girls chuckled, nodding. He got up. While Britta found something to put on, Maren got up and headed for the bathroom. He enjoyed a last glimpse of them and left the room.

On the way home that evening, he recalled the previous evening, a little shocked about it all after his day at work, then remembering that his wife had spent the weekend sleeping with her father and brother - and then her father again. Snorting to himself, he hope that everything had gone well when she returned home. 

Apparently it had; they all greeted him as usual. His wife remarked that it was nice of the girls to have already done their laundry. Only when she couldn't see them, did they smirk slightly with nods. Everything back to normal, they had dinner together. There was nothing unusual about the girls' cleaning up - except in his recollection of what had happened the day before. Eventually they all went to bed, a little earlier than usual, when his wife remarked that she had had a long day.

As they were undressing in their bedroom, she smirked and remarked softly: 

"I was afraid to ask them how their week had been, just said that I had hoped it was good."

"It was, and they were also afraid you might ask."

"Hmm! And I won't ask about your weekend."

"Oh, I just stayed at home. Thanks for the food. ... Hm-hmm! And I won't ask about yours."

"Hmm!"

They smirked at each other and went in their bathroom. After using the toilet, they both washed themselves in way that suggested that they wouldn't just sleep in bed. They got in bed together, both chuckling. After a moment, she said: 

"I won't ask. You don't have to; it was good. In the course of the afternoon, Dad murmured that he had finally gotten up the nerve to ask Mom if she really meant what she had told me. He said that she just nodded with a slight smile. But he gave me a good smile when he told me, and when we told her goodnight, she smirked slightly and said: 'And don't stay up too late,' like she used to tell me when I was teenager."

Hmm! Nice."

"Um-hmm, and we didn't."

"More than just nice."

"Hm-hmm! Um-hmm, he really wanted to, more active than he had been before."

"Maybe thinking that he only had one night."

"Maybe. Maybe more because we were sure it was all right with her."

"And?"

"My brother?"

"Um-hmm. Sorry, didn't mean to ask."

"Too late. Of course, Mom understood that we shared the room, just not how - I hope! ... Am I over-sexed?"

"I didn't used to think so."

"Hmm! ... Anyway, we didn't go to bed so early, but after we had, then I wanted to show him what else I now like to do."

"Lucky brother."

"Um-hmm. It was as though he had just been waiting for me to, wanting to himself. He just loved it. Of course, he was a little surprised, and afterwards we regretted that we hadn't discovered that back when. Then he told me that his wife let him do it a little, but that she refused to - to suck his cock."

"I knew what you meant. Your parents are going to get more visits from you both."

"If you don't mind?"

"Don't ask."

"Hmm! I'd better not. ... So, well, I thought it was only fair to Dad to stay another night."

"I'm sure he appreciated it. The girls also thought it was, not to have to face you immediately, maybe with questions."

"Hm-hmm! Oh, I wasn't going to ask any, ... and especially not today."

"And your dad enjoyed himself, ... you and he enjoyed yourselves."

"Are you changing the subject? Was that a question?"

"Oh no! Just my supposition."

Hmm! ... We did. Hm-hmm! Better than before. When I wanted to do that to him, too, he was more than surprised, complaining that nice girls didn't do that. I told him that more of them would if they knew how much men like it."

"Hm-hmm! So he let you?"

"That was a question, but yes. He didn't complain after that, even asked I did it with my brother. I think he was a little relieved to hear that we hadn't done it before. ... Did I tell him that he did it too? Or did Dad ask? Anyway, he decided that he wanted to try it."

"Not too old to learn a new trick."

"Something like that, and bold enough to ask what he should do."

"Oh, that's good."

"Um-hmm, but he still needs some more experience."

"I'm sure he will get it."

"Um-hmm, if you don't mind."

"Who, me? I like being married to a woman who can ask if she's over-sexed. Hm-hmm! Three men in three nights, but all old intimate relations."

"Hmm! What about yourself?"

"Well, ... okay. If we do something, three in two nights."

"Hmm! We will, ... but that is worse, ... no, just more concentrated."

"Um-hmm. Thanks for changing that, and they each with two men the same day."

"I expected that; must run in the family."

"Hm-hmm, starting with your family."

"But you didn't know before."

"But your blood in the girls' veins."

"Hmm! Yours certainly didn't dilute it much."

They both chuckled and began to fondle each other. When his cock was stiff and her pussy moist, he snorted and suggested: 

"You can suck three cocks in three nights."

"Hmm? So you can lick three pussies in two nights."

He didn't have to reply; she was already crawling around under the covers.

As they curled up to go to sleep, she murmured: 

"I hope you don't want to do anything with them till I am away again. I guess, also that they don't want to do anything."

"Of course not. ... But you can help make it easier for me not want to."

She held his hand that was on her breast and replied: 

"Nothing I would rather do. Good night."

"Good night."

She did, although they slowed down a little from having sex every night, but had a lot more than they had had before she visited her parents for three weeks. The first time he was alone with the girls, they smirked and told him about their mother's return, that everything had gone well. When they asked if she would be away again every other weekend, he nodded and returned their grins.

The following Saturday night, the girls both went to a dancing pavilion with Lars. At home, their parents went to bed early and made up for not having done anything the previous night and were asleep when the girls returned. The next morning, the girls told that they had had a good time and had met a friend of Lars and would be going out with them the following Friday night.

The next few days passed. On Friday, his wife left, both of them smirking as they wished each other a good weekend. On his way home from work, he bought enough beer for the weekend. The girls were a little apologetic about going out, but he told them to have a good time.

He spent the evening watching TV and drinking a couple of beers, and then went to bed after using the toilet, wondering if his father was getting more experience at licking pussy. He started to do the obvious with such thoughts, and then was surprised to hear a key in the door. He let go of his cock and rolled over on his side, wondering if both girls were returning earlier than he had expected. He didn't hear them speak. All was quite for a minute or two, and then he heard their toilet flush, wondering if they both had used it. He was about to start again, when he was surprised to hear Maren's voice near the bed, a little plaintively: 




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"Come sleep with me."

He opened his eyes, just recognizing her nude silhouette in the dark. Too lazy to move, he raised the covers and murmured: 

"You can sleep here."

She slipped into bed with him, murmuring: 

"Thanks."

"Home so early?"

"Um-hmm. Turned out that Lars' parents were going out, so they just had a quick beer and left."

"And you and his friend?"

"Oh, he is nice enough, and we danced and had another beer, and maybe I would have gone somewhere with him, but their going off, our knowing why, let me think that he could want to do more than we should."

"Really?"

"On a first date. Oh, we kissed a little, but I didn't want him to hold my breast, not yet. But you can."

He did, and she murmured: 

"Nice. ... It's so nice and easy with you. With guys, either they want too much too soon, like tonight. Can't blame him, knowing Britta and Lars were going to do it. Or - complicated - maybe if we do, his thinking I love him, or maybe he is really in love with me, or ... - too complicated."

"I guess so."

"You said we weren't going to be in here."

"Changed my mind, with you standing there."

"Thanks. ... Besides, ... well, ... I was thinking I would rather be with you."

"Thanks. It was a little lonely, ... alone in a big bed."

"But it isn't now."

"Hm-umm, ... and it's nice and easy with you, too."

He fondled her breast, and they rolled closer, kissing. It occurred to him that they had never started with just kissing, recalling that they kissed only in the course of making love or afterwards. They soon weren't just kissing, however. As soon as his cock was stiff, she rolled him back and lay on him with his cock between her thighs. He rocked his hips up, rubbing it along her crevice. She nodded and reached back with both hands and spread the cheeks of her ass. He rubbed it between them, and she rolled her hips up. When it rubbed her asshole, she sniffed again and murmured: "Wrong place," and raised her hips off him. He probed with his cock a couple of more times, as she moved her hips, and then it found her opening. She rocked her hips down with pleased little moan as it slid into her. She just lay on him, and they both chuckled softly at their success, feeling their stomachs muscles moving against each other, and then chuckling about that. Their arms were down beside their bodies.

"Nice and easy," he murmured and held her hands.

"Um-hmm, and not complicated. I just love to feel it there; ... it just belongs in there."

"Maybe not mine so much."

"But yours right now."

She just lay heavy on him with her head on his shoulder. He rocked his hips a couple of times, and she squeezed his cock with her pussy, making it twitch. They both chuckled again, and did that a couple of more times, chuckling some more. Then she murmured: 

"Oh, of course I was hoping you wouldn't just sleep with me, but I wasn't thinking it would be like this."

"Nice and easy."

"Um-hmm, and like we never have before, ... like I never have before, ... 'nice and easy'."

Shc squeezed his cock again, and he rocked his hips, a few more times than before, enjoying feeling her pussy clutch his cock. Then they were still again. After a few moments, she rocked her hips down. He nodded and began to rock his again. They chuckled again as their hips moved together, lengthening a little the strokes of his cock in her pussy. He let go of her hands and held her ass, just encouraging her to continue. She did with a nod on his shoulder, purring softly. 

It was just so nice and easy, he thought, thinking that they could go on like that for ever: just mildly rocking their hips and enjoying the sensations of his cock moving gently in her pussy, both of them enjoying feeling it twitch and being squeezed, and her nice firm round ass was nice to hold. 

Unconsciously, his fingers began to massage it, creeping down to hold at the crease to her extended thighs, then wanting to be closer to her pussy. Still rocking her hips, she murmured: 

"Do that, too."

He nodded, and his fingers slipped into her crack. One extended and touched her where the back of his cock was moving in and out. Then his fingernail scratched up to her asshole. "Um-hmm," she encouraged. It twitched under his fingertip. For a moment, their hips were still as his finger probed. "Oooh!" she responded as her asshole let it slip in and then clasped it. With a deep chuckle, she began to rock her hips again - and he, his. Her pussy and asshole began to clutch his cock and finger with regular frequency as they both moved in her, making her moan in response. 

She drew her arms up and raised her shoulders on her elbows, relaxing her hips as she looked down at him in the dark, snorting and then murmuring: 

"We could do this forever."

She rocked her hips to emphasize what she meant. He nodded with a chuckle and responded with his, wiggling the tip of his finger as he replied: 

"Getting there is half the fun."

"Um-hmm, but only half."

"Last time, you said: 'if it takes longer, all the better'."

"Hmm? I didn't know we would find a way that could take forever."

"Maybe not forever." 

He began to rock his hips again. With a nod and snort, she rocked hers, and they resumed arousing each other, exchanging hums and chuckles. Then she pulled herself up on him a little and offered her mouth to kiss. As it got better, her thighs slid off his, and he could rock his hips a little further. Finally, she murmured insistently: "I want the other half," and drew her legs up next to his hips.

They fucked, as hard and fast as they could, moaning and panting as they tried to continue kissing. Then she was gasping and whimpering as her pussy went wild on his throbbing, thrusting cock, and they came with all the liquid each of them could produce. 

She collapsed on him, managing to extend her legs, as their stomachs rose and fell with their deep breaths and sighs. When they had recovered, he murmured: 

"We do that too good."

"Hm-umm, ... can't be too good." 

"You know what I mean."

"Um-hmm, ... but why shouldn't it be as good with us?"

"Hmmm? ... I hope it is with ... whomever."

"Lars and Johan? Sometimes. ... At least, I thought so at the time. ... No comparisons, just as good as it could be."

"It was."

"Um-hmm, thank you. ... May I stay here?"

"Um-hmm." 

She raised her head off his shoulder and gave him a kiss, and then moved off him. As they curled up together, he snorted and murmured: 

"You're too old to be wetting the bed."

"Hm-hmm! Sometimes big girls still do, ... when it was so good."

"It was, thanks. Sleep tight."

"You too."

With his arm around her, they fell asleep.

He wasn't awakened by the sound of Britta quietly opening the door and going to the girls' bedroom. He also didn't hear her use the toilet without flushing, nor her snort, when she saw Maren's clothes and her empty bed, nor her snort when she came in the bedroom and in the gloom recognized him and her sister together in bed. He was, however, stirred by her slipping under the covers behind him. As he slowly woke up, for a moment, he assumed that they were still back at the cabin, just wondering why she wasn't already in bed with them. Then he missed the cabin's scent of bare wood and remembered that he was at home, recalling the evening. He turned his head back and whispered: 

"You too; nice."

"Didn't mean to wake you," she whispered.

Then she cuddled up closer behind him with her hand on his side, and they were silent and soon sleeping.

When one and then the other moved, they all rolled over, hardly waking after having so often slept together. His arm slipped around Britta, and Maren's around him, and they dozed off again. 



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With his arm around Maren, they fell asleep.

He wasn't awakened by the sound of Britta quietly opening the door and going to the girls' bedroom.  He also didn't hear her use the toilet without flushing, nor her snort, when she saw Maren's clothes and her empty bed, nor her snort when she came in the bedroom and in the gloom recognized him and her sister together in bed.  He was, however, stirred by her slipping under the covers behind him.  As he slowly woke up, for a moment, he assumed that they were still back at the cabin, just wondering why she wasn't already in bed with them.  Then he missed the cabin's scent of bare wood and remembered that he was at home, recalling the evening.  He turned his head back and whispered:  
“You too; nice.”
“Didn't mean to wake you,” she whispered.

Then she cuddled up closer behind him with her hand on his side, and they were silent and soon sleeping.

When one and then the other moved, they all rolled over, hardly waking after having so often slept together.  His arm slipped around Britta, and Maren's around him, and they dozed off again.

His cock liked the familiarity of their position in its own way.  It had already been light for a while, before a ray of sunshine lightened the bedroom and wakened him.  He wasn't surprised that his cock was stiff and had found its way between Britta's thighs; it had happened so many times before.  His hand closed around her breast.  She stirred, then apparently aware of his cock, she gave a soft “uhn-hnn.”   He moved it slightly, and she nodded slightly with a confirming “um-hmm.”  Then she murmured sleepily:  “If you want to,” and her hand slipped down and found the head of his cock, pressing it closer to her opening.  He squeezed her breast, and she started to press it between her pussy lips.  Then she snorted and whispered:  
“Oh!  We're here!”
“Um-hmm, … if you want to.”
“Hmm?  I was thinking we were still at the cabin.”
“Like I did, when you got in bed.”
“Hm-hmm!  And you said we wouldn't  - here.”
“That was before last night.”
“Hmm?  Hm-hmm!  Nice.”
“Um-hmm, so if you want to; … we did.”
“That's good.  We felt a little bad about leaving them; it was so obvious what we were going to do.”
“Good, I hope.”
“Um-hmm!  Very.”
“What are you talking about?” Maren interjected.
“How we all spent the evening,” he replied.
“Good, real good.  I hope yours was too.”
“Um-hmm.  As I was saying:  'very'.”
“Hm-hmm!  I can imagine!”
“Aren't little sisters a nuisance?!” Britta replied facetiously.”
“If you invite yours to join you for a week with your friend?” he replied.  
“Whose idea was it to sleep here?”

Britta's fingers rubbed the now soft head of his cock.  He snorted and remarked:  
“You're right; little sisters can be a nuisance   - or maybe not.  My idea, I guess, she said:  'Come, sleep with me.'”
“I think he was just to lazy to move.”
“Hmm!  But then he did?”
“Um-hmmm!  …  Hm-hmm!  I hope Lars did too,” Maren replied.
“Like you can imagine.”
“Okay, don't tell us.  We just did it once, but real good.”
“Um-hmm,” he agreed cheerfully.
“We did too, not just once.  Took a nap and then ….   He had suggested setting the alarm so that we would have time before his parents came home.”
“We didn't need to do that, just made it take so long that it was so good that we just wanted to go to sleep.”
“Hmm!  We did too, but couldn't plan to wake up in the morning together.”

By now, they were all lying on their backs, looking at the ceiling.  He snickered and remarked:  
“It was so good that we didn't think about that, … but maybe we knew that we had the whole weekend before us  - with you too, of course.”
Hmm!  Thanks.  …  I did think about that, … well, when I got home and saw that Maren wasn't in her bed.”

Maren snorted and remarked:  
“And got in bed with us, … just to make sure?”
“I didn't want you to feel bad about sleeping here.”
“So thoughtful of you.”
“Big sisters are like that, trying to help you feel good.”
“Oh, I was feeling very good … when I went to sleep.”
“Hm-hmm, me too,” he added.
“Hmm!  And me too, before I had to get up and come home.”

They all chuckled.  Then Maren quivered slightly and asked:  
“Anyone else have to go to the bathroom?  Can I use yours?”

He nodded, and they all did, snickering as they got out of bed.  Maren used the toilet, and he turned to the washbasin, while Britta stepped into the tub, snorting at their immediate solution of how they could all go.  When they had, he asked:  
“What shall we do now?  …  Shower, breakfast?”
“It's too early for breakfast,” Maren replied with a slight smirk, adding:  “for a Saturday morning.”
“Hmm!  Just shower, then?”

She scowled and smirked again.  Britta snorted and remarked:  
“If it's too early for breakfast, maybe we should save the shower for later, too.”
“Hmm!  Then you two have to come up with a better suggestion.”

The girls glanced at each other with smirks.  Maren nodded to her sister to reply.  Britta snorted again and remarked:  
“I was thinking we had a good idea, until my little sister butted in.”
“Oh, sorry!  But you were talking; didn't know you were doing anything else.”
“Just starting to,” he replied.”

Britta nodded, giving him a smile.  Maren nodded, also smiling, and said:  
“Like that; maybe I can help you, … to make up for having 'butted in.'”

They all nodded with chuckles and returned to the bed.  As he and Britta lay down, Maren chuckled and said:  
“I guess I should get him back to where he was before.”

The others nodded with smirks, and she joined them, curling down to suck his soft cock.  Britta's hand found her pussy, rubbing.  Soon, his cock wasn't soft, but Maren continued, until her sister said:  “Enough, get over here and help us.”

Maren sucked and licked a last time, nodding with a chuckle, and raised her head.  As she clambered over them, he rolled towards Britta.  She turned her back to him and reached between her thighs and guiding his cock to her pussy.  It was in it before Maren settled comfortably with her thigh under Britta's head and began to lick her pussy.  He moved to push his cock deeper and then passively enjoyed how Britta's pussy responded to what Maren was doing, encouraging them with pleased moans as he fondled the breast of one and then the other.  What could be nicer and more arousing for a man, he thought, than to have his two daughters' knowing they were giving him such pleasure  - and each other.

When his hand slid over Maren's hip, he found that Britta's was already there, her fingers deep in her crevice.  But that seemed to inspire Maren's hand to reach over his hip, her fingers unhesitatingly finding his asshole.  Oh yes!  She knew that she wasn't licking her sister's pussy just to arouse her!  He encouraged Britta's fingers to show his appreciation, pleased when Maren chuckled so that he could hear her and her fingers probed.  Britta moaned in response to Maren's more intensive licking and sucking, her pussy clutching his cock, as her hips twitched. 

He tried to prolong his pleasure by holding still  - except for his cock's throbbing in Britta's clutching pussy -  recalling his telling Maren that getting there was half the fun.  But then he couldn't control his hips and wanted the other half too.  
Maren added a chuckle to her moans in response to what Britta was doing, and her hand encouraged him to fuck her.  Britta moaned more sharply, and then they were all coming:  his cock spurting in Britta's pussy, as it flooded warm pussy juice past his cock.  Maren moaned, as her hips twitched, and Britta's mouth made wetter noises.  

He groaned again with a final thrust of his cock and found Britta's breast and squeezed it.  After they had recovered a little, he squeezed Maren's breast.  She rubbed his hip, and then they all rolled back, the girls' heads still on her sister's thigh, sighing together.  After a few deep breaths, Britta snorted and murmured:  
“Oh, that was good!  Being fucked and tasting your sweet pussy juice.”
“And yours, but not as much of it as I wanted,” Maren replied.
“Hm-hmm!  Try again; it feels like I'm still leaking.”

The girls immediately rolled back together, and Maren did.  She snickered and remarked:  
“That wasn't just you, but I love that too.”
“Hmm!  And I didn't get to taste anything,” he remarked.  

The girls snickered, and Maren replied:  
“Next time.  …  Any time you want.”
“Or me,” Britta agreed with a chuckle.
“Hmm!  Thanks.  Not before breakfast.”

They all chuckled.  After a few moments, they got up, chuckling again as they crowded into the bathtub to shower together.  They didn't worry about legs and feet but were quite thorough about soaping breasts and crotches, four hands sharing the effort on each of them as they chuckled.  They had to share two towels to dry themselves.  Then the girls offered to start making breakfast while he shaved.

When he joined them, they smiled impishly, and Maren said:  
“Britta said she would finish making breakfast, … or I could, if you didn't want to wait till later.”
“Wait for what?  …  Oh!  Hmm!  To taste one of you?”

The girls nodded, again with impish smiles.  He snorted again and remarked:  
“Thanks, but I can wait, maybe not just till after breakfast.  Maybe we should go shopping or something before lunch.”

Maren feigned a scowl, but then smiled and replied:  
“It was just a suggestion, … in case you wanted to.”
“Hmm!  Sweet of you to offer.  Hope you weren't … uh, getting all excited by the thought.”
“Hm-hmm!  Maybe Maren was; it was her idea.”
“Hmm!  I can imagine.  And I was going to have to make a choice?”
“Oh, I thought it was her turn after … well, what we did before.”
“I would have, too.  Breakfast.”

When they sat down to eat, Maren asked:  
“'Shopping or something', thinking of anything special?”

He looked her and then at Britta  - looked at their bare breasts -  and replied:  
“Not really. Hm-hmm!  Oh, it looks like you two need more underwear.”

The girls snorted with smirks, glancing at each other  - at the other's breasts.  Then Britta replied:  
“You think so?  We've been trying to save what we have for when we really need them.”

Maren nodded, then with a sly grin giggled and said:  
“Oh!  You want to come along and help us choose panties and bras?”
“Hm-hm-hmm!  I don't think so.  …  Hmm?  And wouldn't want your mother asking why you had new ones that I might choose.”

They all chuckled, while it quickly went through his mind that it had been a clever remark:  playing on the girls' fantasies about what kind of sexy underwear he might like, while also reminding them that their mother didn't know how they might be having such a conversation.  The devil, she didn't know!  - maybe not envisaging then sitting naked in the kitchen, but he had to remind himself that the girls didn't know she knew.  Maren was already replying:
“Hm-hmm!  You can just show us what you would like.  We don't have to buy them.”

His thoughts caught up with her and said:  
“Not even that, … and don't think about trying to surprise me with any.”

Britta snorted with a grin and remarked:  
“Can't remember that you've ever seen us wearing bras.”
“Hmm?!  I can't either.”
“I showed you my first one,” Maren volunteered.
“Um-hmm, and your mother told you what she thought about your doing it.”

Maren looked almost embarrassed at being reminded, but then smirked and replied:  
“You probably like us better like this, anyway.”

She moved drew her shoulders back and shook them, her firm breasts moving, but not jiggling.  They all snickered, and he replied in his fatherly admonishing tone:  
“Just eat your breakfast.”

She obediently took a bite, and they finished their meal talking about other things.  As they were finishing cleaning up, he was putting away the things that one of the girls had dried, the last action of the effort.  He noticed that the girls were both watching him, and recalled his comment about 'not before breakfast,' and was more aware of his cock, and then heard one of them remark:  “Now it's after breakfast,” only surprised that it was Britta's voice.  He was about to ask:  what do you want to do, but bit his tongue in time before turning to face his naked daughters and replying:  
“It's after breakfast all day.”

The girls smirked slightly in response to his recognition of what Britta had been referring to, who then asked:  
“Guess so.  So what do you want to do?”
“Something we can tell your mother about.”
“What would she think we would do.”
“Hm-hmm!  I'm not going to ask her.”  

As the girls snorted with grins, he added:  
“NO, shouldn't have said that; something else … we can tell about.”

Maren snorted and said:  
“Buy beer?”
“Did that yesterday.”
“We can just go downtown and look around.  Maybe we can pick out a shirt for you.  …  Hm-hmm!  Show the tourists again that we don't wear bras.”
“Hmm!  Can't tell her you said that.  Besides, it could rain again.”
“All the better.  And, anyway, she knows that we don't.”
“With me having to accompany you?”
“Um-hmm, that's why.”
“Hmm!  …  A shirt then, but I have to agree  - no Hawaiian shirt.”  
“How did you know we were thinking of one?”
“I remember the necktie you gave me a couple of years ago.”
“And you never wore it.”
“Go get dressed.”

They chuckled and went and put on clothes.  He remade the bed, thinking that if they spent the next night in it, they would have to put on fresh sheets, knowing that his wife could imagine why.  He joined the girls again, smiling wryly when he saw that they were wearing short shorts, revealing lots of leg, Britta's tanned ones contrasting with the pale ones of her red-headed sister.  Their faded polo shirts that must have been a couple of years old, barely reaching the top of their shorts and a size too small.  They grinned.  He snorted and remarked:  
“Guess I could have expected that; you don't need to hope for rain.  Have to tell your mother to give them to your younger cousins.”

The girls snickered, and Maren and then Britta rubbed her breasts, making their nipples even more evident.  Britta replied:  
“Only if you buy us new ones.”
“Not that size.”

They all chuckled and set off.  The girls insisted that he buy them shirts first, and then they teased him with their suggestions of one for him, eventually picking one that he also liked.  As they were leaving the store, Maren said:  
“Now to tease the tourists; lets go to Bryggen, where they all are.”
“Hmm!  Maybe you should put on your new shirts first.”
“Here on the street?”

Maren grinned and plucked at the hem of her old, tight shirt.
“No, over that one.”
“No way!  Just come along.  You can follow us; don't have to look like our father.”
“Hmm!  Just look like an older man following you?”
“Then stay with us.  Hm-hmm!  We can speak English and pretend we are tourists there for the first time.”

He snorted again, but nodded.  Britta also snorted, giving him a slightly wry smile, and they walked to Bryggen, the old, Hanseatic port area.  Once there, they all joined in making tourist comments:  “Oh, look at that.  Is it really 300 years old?”  “And the Germans were here back then.”  “I thought the Norwegians didn't like the Germans,  - the war and all.”  Why didn't you bring your guidebook, or read it last night?”  

He tried to suppress smiling at their game.  The girls didn't, cheerfully complaining to each other in English that most of the tourists were too old for them.  He thought so too, but the men his age and older were giving them appreciative glances  - their wives, less appreciative ones.  Then a small group of American students approached them.  He slowed down, letting the girls go ahead, then hearing them call:  
“Hi, where are you from?”

He stopped and watched them, out of earshot, observing how the boys and girls looked at them, seeing the girls in their all-weather gear appearing to disapprove of the guys' obvious interest in his daughters.   After a minute or so, one of the American girls glanced pointedly at her watch and appeared to say that the group had to move on.  They did, approaching him, as his daughters walked on ahead.

As the group walked past him, he heard a couple of comments:  
“Nice Norwegian girls.”
“Just 'cause they had nothing on.”
“Still nice, spoke good English.”
“Hmm!  You didn't look like you wanted just to talk to them.”
“Sorry, but you're my sister, can't look at you like that.”
“You'd better not!”

He had to snort, wishing he could hear what the others on the far side of the group were saying, and then suddenly recalled his wife and her brother, then recognizing that the girl looked like the older of the two.  He followed his daughters, snorting again softly with the the thought:  bad luck, little brother.

The girls waited for him, grinning broadly.   He smiled and remarked:  
“I hope the guys eyes didn't do anything.”

He was surprised when the more reticent Britta grinned with chuckle and replied:  
“Oh, they did!  Hm-hmm!  Mine stick out more than Maren's.”
“Just 'cause you're older.  Mine did too.  Oh, that was good, and the girls didn't like it.  Oh, they all were impressed by our English.  They're from Minnesota, all from Norwegian families, student summer tour of Norway.”
“The girls were just as attractive, I thought, even if they weren't running around half-naked.”
“You thought so?  Probably wearing bras that kept anything from showing.”
“If you think so.  One was an older sister, admonishing her brother, when he said that he couldn't look at her like that.”
“Hm-hmm!  Oh, that's good!  At least, an excuse for his looking.  She was probably the one who said that they had to move on.”
“Probably.  Hm-hmm!  I was looking at the one who obviously had to wear a bra.”
“Hmm!  You would, like the other men here.”
“You wanted them to, didn't you?  Why shouldn't I?”
“Fair enough, … as long as you like to look at mine too,” Maren added in a whisper.

He nodded with a snort.  As they started to return home,  Britta also whispered:  
“And mine, too.”
“Of course.”  

They all snorted, and the girls took his arms for a few steps.  Then they walked on a little faster.  When they were back on their street, away from anyone, the girls' hands brushed his, and they exchanged smiles, the girls' thanking him for their new shirts, and he, for his.  When they entered the house, Maren snorted softly.   He suppressed his snort, not sure of what she would do or say, but pretty sure what it would suggest.  When he had closed the door, and they were in the living room, she grinned and asked:  
“Want us to put on our new shirts?”
“Hmm!  Better to save to show your mother.”
“Hm-hmm!  You just want us to take off these; you said that you liked to see them.”

She was already crossing her arms to pull off her polo shirt.  Before her breasts appeared, Britta snickered and said:  “And mine, too.”  
A moment later, the girls were half naked, with nice erect nipples.  He smiled with a slight nod, aware of his cock, liking the feeling and the girls' initiative.  He began to unbutton his shirt, receiving pleased grins.  His agreement to getting naked again  - and what would surely follow -  made Maren's next comment superfluous, but still witty:  
“You didn't say:  'not before lunch'.”

He nodded with slight smirk and replied:  
“Only 'not before breakfast'.”

They snorted with smiles and began to take off the rest of their clothes as they moved towards the bedroom, hopping to get out of their pants.  Naked in the bedroom, one and then the others nodded towards the bathroom, and they went again, like in the morning.  “Don't need to wash,” he murmured, and they returned to the bed.  Britta opened it, murmuring:  
“I know what you want to do, what Maren wants you to do.”  
“And what I want you to do,” he replied.
“And what I want to do,” she agreed, licking her lips.”




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 12



“And what I want to do, too,”  Maren added, already lying down.  

She waited for them to join her, her thighs open for him to rest his head, her head raised, so her sister's thigh could slide under it.  With a mild “um-hmm,” each of their mouths found what it wanted to lick and suck.  Many minutes later, they rolled back and relaxed with sighs.  He and Maren wiped their wet faces and licked their lips.  Britta swilled her tongue around in her mouth and swallowed again, as he fondled her breast and then fondled Maren's.  He snorted and remarked:  
“But I still want to eat lunch.”
“Hm-hmm!  Appetite comes with eating,” Britta rejoined.”
“Um-hmm,” Maren agreed, fondling one of Britta's breast.

They lay there for a few moments and then got up and returned to the bathroom to wash.  As Maren was wiping her pussy, she glanced at him with a snort and remarked:  
“If we hadn't gone before, we could have done that, too.”
“Just as well; I was only thinking about tasting you  - one of you -  like I did.”

They chuckled.  When they were all finished, they went to the kitchen and made a cold lunch and had beers with it.  After they had eaten and were cleaning up, he asked:  
“Are you going out again this evening?”
“Worried already about feeling lonely?” Maren replied.
“We are, Lars and I, too a movie.  He said you can come along.”
“Not again, thank you.  Just a movie?” Maren remarked with raised eyebrows.
“Yes.  Oh, he suggested maybe finding somewhere, but I said that I was spoiled after what all we had done and didn't want to do it just 'somewhere'.
“Hmm?  You didn't mind about that before.”
“You didn't, either.”
“Don't tell me,” he interjected, adding with a snort:  
“'Spoiled', I am too, thank you.”
“We are too, thank you,” the girls replied in unison.

He nodded with a smile and held out his arms.  They stepped closer, pressing their naked bodies to his, and they all embraced, the girls nodding with sweet smiles when he murmured again ”spoiled.”
They enjoyed the feeling of their warm bodies touching for a moment, and then separated.  Britta snorted and remarked:  
“So you won't be lonely tonight, but he will be coming by, so we all have to get dressed.”
“That's a shame,” Maren replied.
“For dinner, too, …” he commented, adding:  “like a civilized family.”

They all snorted with with slight smirks.  Anticipating a question, he said:  
“I'm going to read the newspaper.”  
“Good idea, …” Britta agreed:  “I have a book.”
“Which one?  Not 'Lady Chatterley', perhaps?” Maren asked, smirking again.
“Hmm!  I'm not like you; Hemingway, in English, “The sun also Rises'.”
“Impressive.   I guess I have to find something to read, too.”
“Good idea, … and we're not all going to sit on the sofa,” he remarked.

Maren feigned a scowl, while Britta nodded her agreement with a quick smile.  

They left the kitchen, and he settled down with the newspaper in his usual armchair.  The girls returned from their room with books, Britta taking the other armchair, and Maren sitting on the sofa.  For the next hour, they were all silent, reading.  He got up and found the papers from the previous days and sat back down, catching up on the sections he hadn't read during the week.  Maren had stretched out on the sofa, lying on her back.  

They all read for another hour, he rustling the papers as he looked through them, reading an article and then finding another one.  Hidden behind his newspapers, he had forgotten about the girls and that they all were naked, until Britta murmured:  
“What are you reading?”

Since she seemed to be addressing her sister, he lowered his paper and saw Maren's chagrined expression  - and that she had a hand on her pussy.  Blushing a little, she muttered:  
“Just feels good; nothing from the book.”

She turned it up so that they could read the dustcover:  “Catcher in the Rye.”  

“Hmm!  'Just feels good',” Britta replied.  

He thought that Maren might have removed her hand, but she didn't, murmuring in self-defense:
“Why not?  Just feels good, … shouldn't bother anybody.”

He couldn't suppress entirely his silent snort, suddenly recalling Manet's painting, “Olympia,” of a nude woman with her hand in her lap.  That didn't lessen his cock's stirring between his thighs in response to his seeing his naked daughter after having forgotten about her while he had been reading.

“Just read your book,” Britta replied, returning to her reading.  

He glanced over at her, sitting demurely with her legs crossed, and crossed his over his cock.  With a last glance at Maren, he raised his paper and found where he had been reading, not without snorting silently again, having to imagine that Maren's fingers weren't just cupped around her red-haired pussy.  He rustled the paper, looking for a more distracting article.  When he had finished it, rustling the paper to find another article, he glanced at her again, catching sight of the gentle movement of her fingers.  “Just feels good,” he recalled her saying, hoping that his cock wouldn't swell more between his thighs, then wondering why not  - if that was what she wanted -  but not before Lars came to take Britta to the movie.  

He looked for a more distracting article,  picking up another section of the newspaper.  Maren's hand was still there, her fingers still gently moving.  

He had to wonder about girls' capacity for prolonged arousal.  Could they just enjoy it without wanting to have an orgasm:  “half the pleasure is getting there”;  “anticipation is ninety percent …”?  Maybe, because men had theirs and left them unfulfilled?  Behind his paper, he suppressed another snort, thinking that with his daughters that hadn't happened  - not with him, nor with his wife  - at least, not in the last few weeks.  With her brother or father?  Hadn't sounded like it.

Before he finished the next article, interrupted by similar thoughts, he was surprised by Maren:  
“Since you're just going to a movie, do you … uh, … want to do something first, … knowing what we'll be doing?”

He hid behind his paper, waiting for Britta's reply:  
“Hmm!  You do!  Lying there doing that.”
“Just a suggestion; … trying to be helpful.”
“Hmm!  …  More because you do.  …  Hmmm?  …  No thank you.  Sweet of you to offer.”
“Hmm?  You never said no before.”
“Hm-hmm!  Always has to be a first time.”

He couldn't suppress an audible snort, thinking that “a first time” in that context usually meant something else, having to chuckle at Maren's implication that they had always agreed about sleeping with each other.  He lowered his paper with another snort, glancing at Britta with a smile and wink, and then at Maren  - whose hand was just resting on her pussy, now looking even more like Manet's Olympia.  He snorted again and said:  
“I don't either, … if you were including me.  …  Hm-hmm!  But if you want to, by yourself, we can just watch.”
“Hmm!  That's no fun, … even if I do.  …  Just didn't want Britta to be all frustrated in the movie, if she started thinking about us.  …  We are going to, aren't we?”
“Hmm!  Sure sounds like it,” he replied.

Maren gave him a broad smile as Britta said:  
“I don't think it will be a movie that makes me think of that.”
“But maybe not so interesting, and your mind wanders, … or maybe Lars wants to do more than just hold your hand in the dark.”
“Hm-hmm!  Like he did before we slept together.  I think we're too old to have to do that.”
“Just trying to be helpful.  … You're spoilsports.”
“And you're spoiled,” her sister replied.
“You are too.”
“We all are,” he said in a conciliatory tone.

The girls nodded with brief smiles, as they did in the past, when he averted an argument between them.  As he returned their smiles, he was still a little surprised, however, about his doing so in the context of their all sleeping with each other.   Maren got the last word:  
“Um-hmm, spoil each other.”

She gave him a suggestive, promising smile.  He and Britta nodded with slightly wry smiles.  When he picked up his paper, the girls returned to reading their books, at first maybe just looking at the words, as he was. 

They managed to busy themselves with their reading for a while.  When he had finished all the papers, he began to gather up the pile beside his chair.  The girls immediately put their books aside.  Maren sat up and said that she had to go to the bathroom.  As she left, he called after her:  
“And get dressed, …  and not in those shorts or shirt; Lars is going out with Britta.”

She nodded with a snort, as he got a last look at her naked backside.  Britta snorted, giving him a smile, and said that she would also get dressed, and got up.  He appreciated the view of her and then got up.  He was already heading for the kitchen, when he remembered that he also had to get dressed.  In the bedroom, he put on his trousers, snorting as he wondered if Maren was also going to forget to put on underpants.  He returned to the living room and got the shirt the girls had chosen and put it on, liking the idea that the girls would appreciate it, maybe give them something to mention when Lars arrived.  

In the kitchen, he got out what his wife had prepared for their dinner.  Maren joined him, wearing a summer dress, asking him with an impish grin:  
“All right?”  Oh, you're wearing our shirt.  Looks nice.”
“Um-hmm, thanks.”

She grinned again and thrust out her breasts.  He snorted and remarked:  
“I know:  no bra.”
“He wouldn't expect me to wear one.”
“Hmm!  Not after all he has seen of you.”
“Um-hmm!

She grinned with a nod and began to set the table.  He watched her, wondering if he could recognize whether or not she was wearing panties.  Was her dress clinging to the nice round cheeks of her ass?  He wasn't sure, even after watching her move away from him a couple of times.  When she returned, standing closer to him than usual, he rubbed her bottom, moving the light cloth on her smooth skin.  She snickered with a slight nod and grin, responding softly:  
“Um-hmm.  But don't do that again, or I will wet my pants.  Hm-hmm!   My dress, if I sit down.”

They exchanged smirks, and he whispered:  
“I don't either.”

She grinned and rubbed his ass, first the side with a hip pocket, then the other side, her fingers confirming that there was nothing between the cloth of his trousers and his skin.  He nodded with another smirk and whispered:  
“But don't do that again, … not before they leave.”

They exchanged warm chuckles and continued preparing dinner.  Britta joined them, also in a summer dress, and also remarking that his shirt looked nice.  When she saw that the two seemed to be sharing a secret, she snorted and said:  
“I know, that's all she has on.  Told her that she could wet her pants.”
“Not if I don't have any on.”
“Hmm!  Just don't let Lars notice; I do.”
“At least one of my daughters shows some propriety.”
“Because she's just going to a movie.”
“Hmm!  You once admitted that you did  - without.”
“That was in winter; too many other clothes.”
“Hmm!  Your excuse.”
“We already had  - that far -  so I knew we would again.  He liked that I didn't.”
“Hmm!  And him?”
“Hm-hmm!  Boxer shorts, … new ones.”
“Save me the details; … you could ruin my impression of you both!”

They all laughed.  He patted both girl's bottoms, and they finished preparing dinner.  As they were sitting down, Maren snorted and hiked the skirt of her dress up, sitting with her bare ass on the chair, murmuring:  
“Just in case one of you says something arousing.”

They all chuckled.  Britta grinned and replied:  
“That's a challenge.  Just remember to wipe your chair.”

They chuckled again and began to eat, still chuckling softly.  Britta glance at her father with a shrug and nod, suggesting that he start their challenge.  He snorted, considering a moment, and then chuckling again and asked:  
“You said, 'spoil each other,' and I agree; you spoil me, and I hope that I spoil you just as good, and we are pretty sure that we are going to try to again this evening.”

Maren nodded with a grin, as Britta interjected with a snort:  
“Don't make me wet, too.”
“Hm-hmm! Hike up your dress, too,” Maren recommended, then adding:  “And?”
“And, … well, … I love it when your pussy goes all wet, … like before lunch …”
“Stop!  I'd better,” Britta interrupted him with a smirk. 

She rose up and pulled the back of her dress up, sitting back down and nodding for him to continue.

“And I was kind of looking forward this afternoon to see if you could make it that wet again.  You sure seemed to be wanting to.  Can you.”
“Hmm?!  Hm-hmm!  Not as good as you can.”
“Or Lars? Britta suggested.

Maren shook her head with a grin, adding:  
“Nor Johan, … but  - hm-hmm! -  but better than a couple of other guys  - beginners -  did.”
“Thanks, for including me.”
“Couldn't tell them what I wanted, like I said last night.”
“Pity.  Hmm?  But if you could have, what would you have told them to do.”
“Hm-hmm!  To do it like you do!”
“Hmm!  This isn't a dinner table conversation.  You would have liked them to lick and suck your nice firm little button?  For them to make your hips undulate in arousal.  I just love that!”

Britta interrupted him again with a snort, remarking softly:  
“Me too.  Going to have to change my panties.”
“Hmm!  Should have accepted my suggestion.  …  Go on; the chair isn't really wet yet.”
“I just love it when your pussy lets me taste your sweet love juice.  Hm-hmm!”

Maren moaned slightly with a smirking nod, murmuring:  
“Just keep talking.”

Britta nodded her agreement with a soft but emphatic “um-hmmm!”

“Oh, this is good; I always wanted to tell you how much I like it, but it's too good to stop and talk.  
I just love to lick your sweet pussies; they're just so smooth and slippery.  Oh, I love the way they taste before your sweet love juice comes, … like they probably taste now.  Wish I could.  Hm-hmm!  My cock is beginning to like the idea, but it can't taste, … at least, I don't think so, but it loves it when it feels your juice flood around it, and then I feel it all warm on my balls.”

The girls nodded with “um-hmm.”

“That's so good!  Your pussies clutching my cock, and thrusting it in your hot, slippery pussies.  I love to taste them, but … yes, fucking in them is even better.  God!  They hold me so tight when you come.”

“Um-hmmm!” the girls agreed, and Maren murmured:  
“Like mine wants to now, it's so wet!”

Britta nodded.  He put down his fork and reached under the table and helped his stiff cock slide around out of his left trouser leg.  The girls chuckled, and Britta murmured:  
“Like us.”
“Maybe you should have let us before,” Maren remarked with a grin.
“Hmm!  But not now; would take too long.”

Maren nodded, snickering with a smirk and remarking:  
“Lars ringing the doorbell, while we were all doing it.”
“Finish your dinner, and go wash, if you smell like I think.”

The girls smiled wryly with snorts, and they finished eating in silence, exchanging more wry smiles.  When he said that he would clear the table, the girls got up, the skirts of their dresses dropping down.  Before they turned to go wash, they snorted with nods, and Maren smirked and said:  
“Maybe I will tell you how much I like to do it.”
“Hmm!  You would, … and if you're both right, when I come home, I will too.”

Their father chuckled with a nod and began picking up the plates.  In the kitchen, he snorted and wrung out the dishcloth and returned to the table.  Britta's chair was just moist.  He wiped it, and then saw on Maren's chair a wet spot, more than just moist.  He snickered as he wiped it up, liking that his telling had made them both aroused.  On the way back to the kitchen, he jostled his cock, now back next to his thigh, but still bigger than normal.  He snorted with a grin, remembering that Maren wanted to tell him how much she liked to suck it.

With this nice thought, he cleaned up the kitchen, anticipating that he wouldn't have to wait till bedtime to hear her response to his arousing description.  The girls joined him, snickering with smiles.  He didn't wait for an inadvertent opportunity to rub their bottoms, didn't need to; they were standing close to him, so that he could immediately reach down and fondle their asses, eliciting smirks as he felt Maren's bare ass through her skirt and Britta's panties.  She snorted and said:  
“We thought you want to do that.”
“Wanted you to,” Maren added. 

He nodded as they all chuckled.  Then the doorbell rang.  Britta went to open for Lars, greeting him with a smile and handshake.  Then he greeted her father and Maren, snorting slightly as they exchanged smiles, then asking if she had had a pleasant evening.  She nodded, replying:  
“Nice enough, thank you.  Kind of funny, after you left.  Not as good as yours.”
“Sorry about that.  Want to come with us to the movie?”
“No thanks, not tonight.  Enjoy yourselves.”
“We'll try,” he replied, giving Britta a smile.

She nodded, and they said goodbye.  Her father followed them to the door, getting another handshake.  He closed the door and turned back to Maren. 

His eyes opened wide in surprise, seeing that she was gathering up the skirt of her dress, smirking at him as her thighs and then her bare hips  - her red pubic hair -  came into view.  Before she began to pull her dress over over her head, she said:  
“I'm not just going to tell you what I like to do.  Take your pants off.”  

Her face disappeared.  As she struggled to pull the waistband past her breasts, her hips moved enticingly, and then her breasts popped out from under the cloth.  

His hand moved instinctively to open his pants as he felt his cock move.  He knew that they would eventually do whatever she wanted, but hadn't anticipated that she would be so direct and soon about wanting to.  When her face reappeared, she smiled, nodding at seeing him unzipping his pants. He snorted, returning her smile with a slight nod, his eyes taking in the view of her naked figure as she glanced around and then tossed her dress on his armchair.  As he stepped out of his pants, she murmured:  
“Better take off your new shirt too.”

He nodded, beginning to unbutton it as he also tossed his pants on the chair.  When it was off and also on the chair, she came closer and put her arms around his waist, rubbing her breasts on him as she smiled up at him and murmured:  
“This going to be good.”
“I'm sure.”

His hands found her ass, holding her hips to his.

“Ummm!  Could take a while, if I want to tell as much as I think I do.”
“Hm-hmm!  The longer the better!”

His cock was already anticipating, and they both chuckled with smirks as it pressed against her.  He remarked:  
“You'll just have to tell me how much you like to start with it all soft.”
“Hm-hmm!  I guess so.  I do.  It's so nice to feel it all soft and small, to play with it.  But it doesn't stay like that for long.”
“It sure doesn't.  You'll have to talk for a long time if you want it like that.”
“Hm-hmm!  Not the way I want to talk!”

They snickered.  He murmured:  
“Maybe a little like my tongue, though.”

He stuck it out and lowered his head.  She snorted and licked it, then sucked it in her mouth.  For a few moments, it remained soft as she caressed it with hers, but then he couldn't resist responding.  They chuckled as they enjoyed that, and chuckled again at feeling his cock press harder against her.  Despite his hands' holding their hips together, she drew hers back, and his cock sprang up between them.  As they both moved their hips, rolling it a little between them, he snorted and murmured:  
“I haven't done this since before we married.”
“Hm-hmm!  Nice, … nice to know that you did.”
“Um-hmm, but she  - not just your mother -  didn't want to do what you do.”
“Hmmm!  Thanks for reminding me.”

As she loosed her hold around him, one hand sliding down to his cock:  he murmured:  




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 12



“Didn't even occur to us.”
“Pity.”
“Um-hmm.”

She held his erect cock, gently sliding his skin, watching her hand shove it up around the head of his cock, and murmured:  
“It's just made for doing this.”
“Hm-hmm!  Um-hmm.”

She glanced up at him and asked:  
“Do you want to lean against something?  I want you to keep standing.”

He nodded, glancing around, then murmuring:  
“The wall, I guess.”

She nodded and followed him as he sidled towards the nearest wall.  With a smile, she dropped to her knees and looked at his cock with an expression delight, as though she were viewing a favorite work of art, no longer holding it, just watching it bob slightly with his heart beat.  Her hand fondled his loose sack, jostling his balls, snorting softly as she let them swing.  Then she murmured:  
“Why I wanted you to stand, so I can do this.”

She leaned forward with her mouth under his cock and sucked one into her mouth, closing it around his ball and caressing it with her tongue.  After a few moments, she released it and looked up and asked:
“Is that good?  Arousing?”
“Um-hmm, feels very good.  Arousing because you want to do, not just from the nice feeling.”
“That's nice: arousing because I like to do it.  Feels nice to do, so round and smooth.  The other one.”

She did the same to his other ball.  He watched his cock slowly descend by small increments in time with his pulse.  She let his ball slip from between her lips and noticed that his cock had dropped a little past the horizontal, remarking:  
“Not that arousing, but now the best part.  Hm-hmm!  The half about getting there.”

She stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock, knowingly licking the little ridge on its lower side.  She snorted as his cock twitched, trying to follow it with her tongue, as he moaned slightly and chuckled, as he watched her tease his cock back up to full erection, looking forward to watching and feeling it slip between her lips.  But she looked up at him with a grin:  
“That's fun, funny, that it does that, just the tip of my tongue tickling it there.”
“Um-hmm, and very much more arousing.”
“Uh, … you don't mind my taking so long?”
“Hm-umm!  'Getting there', anticipation is ninety percent of pleasure.” 
“Um-hmm, for me, too.  I just love to play with it, knowing it feels so arousing for you, … for me, too, … you know where, really.”
“That's nice, … if it isn't frustrating.”
“A little, but only a little, if I know that I'll get my pleasure eventually, … part of the ninety percent.”
“Oh, you will, anything you want.”

She gave him a broad grin, and then he watched and felt her lips slip around the head of his cock.  It twitched, and he moaned in appreciation, continuing, as she gently sucked and caressed, one of her hands again fondling his loose sack.  She hummed when his cock twitched, and he gave short moans.  That went on, until his sack drew up and his hips twitched.  Her fingers were clutched around his tight sack.  She raised her head again and smiled slightly up at him, remarking:  
“That tastes so good:  slippery and salty, but then I know that I had better either stop or go for the last ten percent.”
“Hm-hmm!  More like fifty percent, or everything then.  You're right.”
“Didn't know that with Johan, … well, then last summer, when we had more experience and lots of time.”
“Hmm!  I'm sure he didn't mind, probably couldn't wait.”
“Hm-hmm!  Um-hmm!  And we couldn't either, didn't want to, wanted it to be like in that story.”
“Hmm!  A lot better than going on what your mother might have told you.”
“Hmm!  For sure!  Wouldn't have wanted her to; too embarrassing.  Embarrassing enough, what little she did tell us.”
“Hm-hmm!  I can imagine.”
“Oh, we blushed when we first read that.”
“That's reassuring; you should have.”
“Um-hmm, and did, but  - hm-hmm! -  then we read it again.”
“Hmm!  And didn't blush, just got flushed from what you were also doing?”
“You know us too well.”
“Like this?  Just very well, thank you.”
“Um-hmm, same to you.  It's just so good; I love to do it, to make it so arousing.”
“For yourself, too.”
“Um-hmm.  …  Some more.”

She lowered her head, having to stoop a little to slip her tongue under his cock, and then it was back in her mouth, and she could straighten up again.  They resumed exchanging hums and moans when his cock twitched.  As it got better, he noticed her other hand slip down to her pussy and that she moved one knee a little to the side.  He snorted and murmured:  
“Save some for me.”

She snorted with a nod, continuing to suck and lick, more intensely than before.  When he felt that he wasn't going to be able to keep his hips from twitching, he murmured:  
“I hope you told me everything you wanted to.  Don't stop.”  

She nodded once vigorously, and he let his hips twitch, thrusting his cock a little deeper in her mouth, as he moaned.  Her fingers clutched around his tight sack and encouraged the twitching movement of his hips.  As he was about to ask her to hold and rub his cock, her hand slid up from his balls and grasped it, squeezing and moving.  

“God, yes!  Fuck me!” he murmured, and she did  - with her hand and mouth, meeting his unrestrained thrusts, as his moans shifted to grunts, and he thrust deeper, his throbbing cock shooting his sperm deep in her throat.  She hardly started, continuing to suck, as he spurted again and again, moaning each time he did.  

When he held her head still, she stopped sucking, her tongue just moving his thick liquid around in her mouth.  They held still for a few moments, while he recovered.  When he slid his hand down and caressed her cheek, she raised her head and let his cock slip from her mouth.  She looked up at him with a closed lips smile, nodding as she swallowed.  He nodded in return with a smile, then was surprised when she brought her other hand up and licked her fingers.  She snorted slightly and murmured:  
“I'm all wet.”
“Hmm!  I'm glad it was arousing for you too.”
“Um-hmm, but not as arousing as it was for you.  Know how many times you came?”
“Hmm?  Five?”
“At least six.  Hm-hmm!  The first couple were so quick  - and strong! -  and then I didn't know if the last bit was a spurt or just a dribble.”
“Hmm?!  Hmm?  You keep score?”
“Hm-umm.  Just this time, since it was so special.”
“It sure was.  …  Hm-hmm!  Anything else you wanted to tell me?”
“Hmmm!  …  Hm-hmm!  How gratifying it is when you give me that.”
“Hmm!  Like when you make my face all wet.”
“Oooh!  I hope so!”
“I'll try, … for you, not just because I love it so much.”
“Please!”

They grinned at each other, and he helped her stand up.  She immediately put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss, letting him taste the last traces of his sperm.  After a few moments, he retrieved his tongue and murmured:  
“What do you want me to do?”
“Everything, … if it isn't asking too much.” 
“Hmm!  Let  - make -  you wet my face, and then fuck you?”
“Uhnn!  Uhn-uhn!  And then fuck me as hard as you can.”
“Where?”
“Kitchen, table.”
“Um-hmm.”

As she released her embrace and preceded him to the kitchen, it occurred to him that she could have facetiously answered:  “in my pussy, of course,” but she had understood what he meant and was too full of anticipation for her own orgasm  - orgasms! -  to think about being witty.  She immediately hopped up on the table and dropped back, drawing her legs up.  As he knelt down, he suddenly recalled that he had fucked his wife on the table, her “my kitchen table.”  It was too late to worry about that now, and after having slept with the girls in hers and his double bed!

Much too late!  His daughter was drawing up her thighs, grasping the backs of her knees and letting her thighs flop open, presenting her pussy to him.  He moaned softly in anticipation as he suddenly recognized that the rosy color of her open pussy almost matched that of her pubic hair.  

Then his mouth was on her pussy, and her hair was tickling his nose, as he delighted again to be lapping between her smooth pussy lips and taste that they were still moist from her arousal when she had been sucking his cock.  She moaned, and his tongue swept back down and probed in her pussy hole  - wet pussy hole -  and she moaned again.  He loved the taste of it, and that it was already so wet, that she was already so aroused, her pussy twitching against his tongue as it probed.

He just loved to lick her pussy, any pussy  - well, of the three that he had.  But he especially liked to lick hers  - no, whichever one of the three he was licking at the moment.  And it liked it just as much  - she did -  encouraging him with aroused moans.  He loved it, her pussy, and that it was twitching so encouragingly as his tongue caressed her firm clitoris, and then returned to her hole, enjoying how wet it was and the taste, her warm, aroused hum telling him that she was also enjoying it.  Then he heard her chuckle, and she rocked her hips up, reminding him that she liked to have her asshole licked, too.  And he liked to do it, to feel it twitch when the tip of his tongue probed.  

They both chuckled softly as he continued for a few moments.  Then she relaxed her hips, and his tongue slipped back in her wet hole.  As it probed as deeply as it could, he opened his eyes and looked up past her red pubic hair.  As though she knew he was looking, she raised her head.  Their eyes met, and she smiled slightly and murmured:  “That feels so good.”   He nodded, seeing her head drop back down, and began to lick her clitoris again.  “Mmmm!  That, too,” she murmured and fondled her nipples. 

His eyes closed again, and he concentrated on giving her all the pleasure he could, thinking that they didn't need to prolong her first orgasm, both of them knowing that they were going to fuck.  Her pleased sounding moans suggested that she agreed, especially when she insisted:  “More!”  He tried to give her more, but then she demanded softly:  “Fingers.”  

He loved to feel the slippery inside of her pussy, but had resisted, thinking to save that sensation for her until they fucked, but if she wanted it now….  Two fingers wormed their way into her tight pussy, eliciting an appreciative moan, as he felt her pussy squeeze them.  Then he was licking and nibbling as his fingers twined and pumped.  

“God, yes!  Like that!” she exclaimed, and her pelvis began to twitch.  He reached around her thigh and across her hips with his other hand to hold her, as he twisted his hand and pumped his fingers in and out her pussy.  She moaned, and her pussy clutched his fingers, her hips rocking to meet their thrusts.  His tongue stilled for a moment, while he caught his breath, but he was immediately surprised by her hands' grasping his head and clamping his mouth to her pussy, as she demanded:  
“Don't stop!  More!” and her pelvis twitched insistently. 

He didn't think he could do anything more intensive than what he had been doing before, but he tried, delighted by her so aroused appreciation for what he was doing; it was so gratifying to know that he was making her so aroused, and arousing for him, too.  For an instant, he recalled having sex when he was her age, that his couple of girlfriends had never been so aroused  - aroused at their having then so elicit sex, but  - chagrin -  it had never been so arousingly satisfying for them.

But it was being for his whimpering daughter, her hands' locking his face to her pussy, as her thighs quivered, and her hips jerked.  He loved it!  Then her whole body convulsed, and she gasped, and his pumping fingers were flooded with her pussy juice, filling his palm and running down his forearm.  It was so gratifying to know that he could give her such a good orgasm!

Her grasp of his head loosened, and his fingers and tongue stilled, but her body jerked again, as she gasped again and gave a long, whimpering moan.  

As pleased as he was at his success  - his cock as aroused as it could be -  he wondered if she really still wanted to him to fuck her, still sighing with softer moans after her orgasm.  He wanted to taste her pussy juice, hoping there was still a little puddle in his palm   Slowly, carefully, he slipped his fingers out of her pussy.  She snorted as he move his head to lick his palm and and then sucked his wet fingers.  Then she gave a louder, satisfied sounding moan and murmured:  
“God, you do that good!  Now fuck me, Daddy!  I want it again, for you, too.”

He snorted at her reply to his unspoken question, wondering if he should be shocked or pleased that she remembered that he wasn't Lars or whoever else might have been licking her pussy.  As he rose up, he replied:  “I do, too.”

His cock slipped easily into her dripping pussy as he looked down at her.  She hummed, smiling at him with a nod, her pussy tightened around his cock, as she murmuring:  

“Mmmm!  That's feels so good!  Fuck me!”

He did, taking her breasts from her hands.  One of them immediately slid down over her stomach and found her clitoris, rubbing it, as his his pubic hair brushed her fingers and his balls slapped against her ass.  And then she was moaning again, her eyes half closed, as her pussy began to clutch his thrusting cock.  Her hips twitched up, meeting the thrusts of his cock in her pussy.  Before his sack drew up, she was again moaning with aroused whimpers, her pussy clipping his cock.  His sack drew up, but before he could come, she did again, flooding warm pussy juice, that flowed around the base of his cock and warm down on his sack, dripping, as he continued to fuck her, now desperate for his own orgasm.  

Despite her own orgasm, her fingers continued to rub, as she muttered:  “Fuck, … fuck, … fuck, ….”
And her clutching pussy confirmed its continuing arousal, wanting his cock to keep pumping in and out.   He was more groaning than moaning, as it did.  Then her hips started to rock again, meeting the thrusts of his hips, and with a loud grunt he started to come in her clutching pussy, and her body spasmed, as she gasped and whimpered and cried out softly:  “Oh God!  Again!  Fuck!”

He did, a few more strokes after he had come, while she stilled convulsed, then stopping when she went limp with drawn out moaning sigh.  Her pussy was still pulsing on his cock.  After a few moments, she reached up and drew him down over her, hugging him as she murmured:  
“Oh, Daddy, that was so good!” and kissed him.

He agreed with an “uhn-hnn,” as their tongues caressed.  She retrieved hers and whispered:  
“It was so good the first time, enough, but I just couldn't stop wanting more.”

He nodded and replied:  
“And we got it, … thank you.”
“Um-hmm, … thank you!  …  Oooh!  I got to go!  Or I'm going to leak right here.”
“Hmm!?  More than you have already?”
“I hope not!”

They chuckled as he stood up, and his cock slipped out of her pussy.  She did leak a little, snorting as she felt their juices run down her ass.  As he helped her off the table, she reached down and held her pussy closed, giving him a wry smirk before she replied:  
“Hurry, I can't wait.  Want to do that too?  I do, but I have to go first.”



Daughters and Fathers Ch. 13



"Oh, Daddy, that was so good!" Maren exclaimed softly and kissed him.

He agreed with an "uhn-hnn," as their tongues caressed. She retrieved hers and whispered: 

"It was so good the first time, enough, but I just couldn't stop wanting more."

He nodded and replied: 

"And we got it, ... thank you."

"Um-hmm, ... thank you! ... Oooh! I got to go! Or I'm going to leak right here."

"Hmm!? More than you have already?"

"I hope not!"

They chuckled as he stood up, and his cock slipped out of her pussy. She did leak a little, snorting as she felt their juices run down her ass. As he helped her off the table, she reached down and held her pussy closed, giving him a wry smirk before she replied: 

"Hurry, I can't wait. Want to do that too? I do, but I have to go first."

He nodded with a smirk, and they hurried to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees in the tub, and her stream sprung out when she released her hold on her pussy. It splashed on his chest, and then he lowered his face in it, opening his mouth and catching it, gulping, as he grasped her ass and drew his mouth closer to her pussy. He wondered a little about what he was doing, but admitting to himself that he liked the raunchy postlude to their having sex. His open mouth was on her pussy, when her stream died down. She chuckled warmly, when he licked, and held his head, then drawing it up, murmuring: "Now for me."

He rose up, and she dropped down, glancing up at him and then expectantly looking at his still elongated cock. When his stream appeared, she immediately reached out and directed it up to her face, letting it splash, before she opened her mouth and began to gulp, almost successfully swallowing it all, until her mouth was closed around the head of his cock. She swallowed the last of his stream and then caressed his cock with her tongue. He snorted and murmured: 

"Nice, but don't think anything else will happen."

She nodded, still caressing, then raised her head with a grin and replied: 

"I know; I just like to do it."

He snorted with a nod and helped her stand up, and they showered together, silently, just exchanging smiles. They dried themselves and went to bed. She lay with her head on his shoulder and drew her thigh over his. When she cupped her hand around his cock and balls, he slid his hand over her side and held her breast.

"Nice, ... a lot better than Britta's date," she murmured.

"Um-hmm," he agreed, then adding: "a lot better."

They were silent. As he was dozing off, he wondered about having so much sex with his daughter - with both his daughters - but excused himself with the thought that his wife knew and had accepted that he did, as he had accepted that she was sleeping with her father - no, tonight with her brother.

They were still lying like that a couple of hours later when the sound of Britta unlocking the door stirred them. When she turned on the light in the living room, Maren's hand cupped closer around his cock and balls, waking him more fully and reminding him that he was lying with her, and indicating that she was also awake. They heard Britta snicker, and then the light was turned off at the switch next to the bedroom door. In the faint light of a summer night in Norway, he saw her enter the room and heard her snort and remark softly: 

"I thought so."

Maren turned her head and replied: 

"Of course."

"Hmm! You sure didn't waste any time - your clothes on the chair in the living room."

"Hm-hmm! What did you expect?"

"Hmm! Just that, I guess."

Britta was already taking off her dress as she added: 

"Oooh! I've got to go."

She disappeared, and the light went on in the bathroom. As they heard her going, she remarked loud enough for them to hear: 

"My panties are all wet. After the movie, we had a beer and then found a dark place to make out. He thought we could do it, and I sure wanted to, but thought it too risky, just did it to him. ... Hm-hmm! He must have been saving it all week."

They heard her flush and then turn on the water in the washbasin and then snort, adding: 

"I told him that I hoped I would get mine when I got home. He snickered and asked: 'with Maren?' I agreed, of course, but I wasn't really thinking about her - about you."

Maren snorted and replied: 

"I know why," and then whispered to her father: "Can you again?"

Hmm! Maybe, with a little help."

She fondled his soft cock in response, and Britta turned out the light and joined them, crawling under the covers from the other side of the bed. He extended his arm and offered his shoulder for her to rest her head. When her hand found Maren's fondling his soft cock, Maren nodded on his shoulder and said softly:

"I'm just trying to help; he said he thought he could, 'with a little help'."

Britta scratched in his hairs, turning her head up to him, and murmured: 

"That would be nice, just what I was hoping."

"Um-hmm, with Maren's help."

They all chuckled softly, and Maren began to fondle his cock more purposely. Then her hand stilled, and she chuckled again, remarking: 

"Oh, I can do what I missed before."

As she began to move down the bed, her sister asked: 

"You missed something before? Seems unlikely."

"It was already all stiff before I started; we had been kissing."

"Hmm! And you like to start when it's soft?"

"Don't you?"

"Um-hmm. If that's the kind of help you need."

"Sounds like a good idea. ... And I could see if you taste as good as I remember."

"Mmmm! Also a good idea."

As Britta began to move up on the bed, Maren said: 

"Yes, good idea. Oh, move around, and we can do it like we did that time in our room."

He and Britta knew immediately what she was suggesting, As Maren moved off the bed, he twisted around with his hip at the edge of it, and then Britta knelt over his face. He felt his soft cock slip into Maren's moist, warm mouth, and then he was licking Britta's pussy, soon tasting moisture that wasn't from her just having washed it. His cock slowly - deliciously slowly - grew longer and fuller and then stiffened. 

For a minute or two, it seemed that Maren had forgotten that she was supposed to just help, and Britta was obviously enjoying what he was doing, encouraging him with pleased moans. But then she urged Maren to raise her head and moved down his body. One of their hands guided his cock to her aroused opening. As she lowered her hips, and it slid into her slippery, tight, warm pussy, they both sighed with a moan. He felt Maren's fingers caressing and jostling his balls and heard her begin to lick Britta's clitoris, eliciting a pleased and encouraging moan from her. He reached up and fondled her nipples. "Um-hmm!" she agreed and clasped her hands over his.

Then he relaxed, except for his fingers' squeezing and rolling Britta's nipples, enjoying the arousal of his cock when her pussy clutched it, and enjoyed the thought that there couldn't be anything nicer than his and Maren's wanting to give Britta the pleasure that they had experienced in the evening. 

They were; she was purring, and the pulsing in her pussy confirmed her arousal and shared it with him. For what seemed a long time, she managed to enjoy just being passively aroused, but then her hips began to move, twitching to and fro on his cock - much to his delight. He felt that his sack had drawn up, Maren's fingers just clasped tightly around his balls. Britta's hips began to move more insistently. He drew his feet closer to the bed and began to rock his hips up. She gave a louder moan and murmured: "Yes! Fuck me!"

He did, drawing her back and fucking as hard and fast as he could in the tight clutching of her pussy. "God, yes!" she gasped, then just gasping and groaning, as his cock pumped in her pussy. Her hands had left his and were clasping her sister's head to her clitoris. Her body convulsed, and a spurt of her hot pussy juice wet the base of his cock and his tight sack. He grunted and came, feeling his semen spurt again and again in her pulsing pussy. He continued to fuck her, until she gasped with a final groan and relaxed, pushing Maren's head back.

They panted and sighed, his stomach rising and falling under the weight of her body. Maren licked her wet hand and then his sack and murmured: "As good as it was for me."

He thought that she was being more polite than honest, but hoped that Britta liked that she had said it. She replied: "And a lot better than I was hoping, when I told Lars that."

They all chuckled and were silent for a moment. Then Maren drew his softening cock out of her sister's pussy and licked up it, catching the fluid that oozed out. Britta snorted and fondled her hair. Then she licked his cock, up the back of it and then on each side, and then sucked it into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. He snorted and murmured: 

"Now we don't have to wash. Thanks. Come in bed."

Britta rolled off him and they moved back around, as Maren joined them, drawing up the covers. He lay with his arm around Britta, holding her breast, and Maren curled up behind him, sliding her hand down to hold his soft cock and sack, and they fell asleep lying like that, as they so often had in the cabin.

They were still lying like that in the morning, except that Maren's hand had dropped away, and his cock was poking between Britta's thighs. When he awoke, he unconsciously moved it a little. She murmured: 

"If you want to," and rocked her hips back.

"Not really, just got to go."

"Hm-hmm. ... Hmmm, ... but come back. Hm-hmm! I want to see if you taste as good as I remember."

"Hmm! If you want, ... but it won't be as much as Lars'."

"Almost too much; ... as long as I can taste it."

"Hmm!"

Maren chuckled and rolled back to let him roll towards her and clamber over her under the covers. He went to the bathroom and used the washbasin, holding his cock down. It had relaxed by the time he finished and rinsed the basin. He returned to the bedroom, surprised to see that the girls had flung back the covers and were lying waiting for him, Maren with her head already on Britta's thigh, both of them grinning at him, as Maren raised her thigh invitingly. He stopped for a moment to enjoy the view of his naked daughters, grinning in return, as his hand unconsciously jostled his loose sack.

He joined them, sliding his thigh under Britta's head as he drew Maren's hips closer and buried his face between her thighs. Maren turned her face down on Britta's thigh, and Britta rolled her hips towards her, drawing her other thigh up over her. Her lips slipped around the head of his soft cock.

Many minutes later, they relaxed and rolled back, three hands finding a breast to fondle, as they exchanged satisfied hums. After a few moments, Maren murmured: 

"Nicest thing to do in the morning, but now I've got to go."

"Um-hmm," the others agreed. 

Maren got up and went to the bathroom. Britta and her father snorted when they heard that she wasn't using the toilet. Britta moved around and put her arm around him, and they embraced, just lying comfortably together with their legs overlapped, as they heard Maren run the water to rinse the bathtub. She returned and snorted, asking: 

"Nice, but you're not planning to do anything else, are you?"

"Hm-umm. Just 'nice.' ... Hm-hmm! Just wanting to hug the man who fucked me so good last night."

"With your help," he added.

"Um-hmm. ... Want me to start breakfast? You have to shave, and maybe Britta wants a shower."

"Um-hmm, but I like the way she smells now ... and tastes."

Britta smirked and offered her mouth for a good kiss. Maren snickered and went to the kitchen. The others also snickered, continuing their kiss and drawing their thighs up between each other's crotch, as they hugged closer. Then they relaxed with chuckles and grins and got up. He shaved, while she took a shower, and they joined Maren in the kitchen. 

Britta noticed the dried spots on the table and floor from his and Maren's fucking. She snorted with a grin and wet the dishcloth to wipe them up, remarking that she didn't have to ask what they had done.

After a hearty breakfast and cleaning up, Maren looked out the window again, and said: 

"Oh, good; it looks like it's going to rain all day."

"Why good?" her sister asked.

"We don't have to think of something to tell Mother about how we spent the day."

"But we're not going to spend it in bed, if that was what you were hoping," he replied.

The girls smirked, both shaking their heads, and Britta replied: 

"Of course not, just as she said."

"We've still got all night," Maren added with another smirk.

He smiled wryly, suddenly wondering if his wife -their mother - imagined that they had such conversations, then wondering how she envisioned that he and their daughters spent the weekends when she wasn't there - but she was sleeping with her father and brother. That went through his mind so quickly that he could reply: 

"I'm going to read the Sunday paper - all of it. Maren, put on your dress and get it."

She smirked with a nod, smirking again as she made a performance of rocking her hips and holding the skirt up so that they could her nipples pop out of sight as she pulled the waistband down over them. While she fetched the paper, Britta got towels for them to sit on, returning as Maren came back and gave him the paper, then letting him watch her gather up her skirt and reveal her red pubic hair and then her breasts again, as she pulled her dress over her head. He snorted and gave her a grin when her face reappeared. 

He handed the girls the inside sections of the paper, and they sat down to read. Before he finished the first page, he looked up and remarked: 

"I don't know about you two, but it's too cool to just sit around like this."

As he got up, Maren smirked and suggested: 

"We could all read in bed."

"If you want to, ... in yours."

"That wasn't what I meant."

"I thought not."

Britta put her paper aside and agreed with her father: 

"You're right. We don't have prove anything by staying like this."

"Hmm! Sensible older sister, always agreeing with Daddy," Maren remarked.

They all snickered and went off to put on something, he and Maren taking their clothes from the previous evening with them. They rejoined wearing sweaters and long pants and returned to reading, then passing around the sections of the paper. 

When he was perusing the women's page, he recalled that Maren had started arousing herself the previous afternoon. He glanced past his paper. She wasn't. He snorted slightly, wondering if he had wanted to discover that she was, or maybe just had her hand up under her loose sweater, holding her breast. He finished his reading and looked up and asked: 

"Anyone want a beer? Have to drink a couple so that you can return the empty bottles tomorrow morning."

The girls nodded and smirked slightly, understanding that their extra supply of beer for the weekend had to be reduced. He got up and returned with three open bottles, and they said "skaal" and drank. He sat back down and picked up the paper again, just pretending to read as he wondered how they would spend the rest of the day and the evening. He was pretty sure, more just wondering who would suggest that they take a nap after lunch: Maren, who hadn't been fucked since the previous evening - but then so good! Or Britta, with the excuse that she hadn't gotten much sleep? He wasn't going to suggest it, although he admitted to himself that he knew that "a nap" wouldn't be just that, and that he - obviously - was more interested in what else it would be.

With sips of his beer, he slowly emptied his bottle, relieved when Britta took the initiative and suggested that it was time for lunch. He agreed, and they all finished their bottles. Maren immediately agreed to help her sister prepare lunch, and the girls got up. He remained sitting and thanked them. As they went to the kitchen, he wondered if they had been having the same thoughts.

After a while, they called him to the table, where three fresh bottles of beer were opened. They sat down and ate, making talk about what they had read in the newspaper. They finished their second beers more quickly. As they were clearing the table and putting things away, he was a little surprised at his suggestion that it would be easier to wash dishes after dinner. His daughters immediately agreed. They were out of his sight, so he couldn't see their exchange of slightly smirking smiles behind his back, but he heard Britta add: 

"I could use a nap."

"Me too," Maren immediately agreed.

"Nothing better to do on a rainy Sunday afternoon," he heard himself agree.

The girls gave him a smile as they joined him with the last things from the table, and they all returned to the master bedroom. They all snorted slightly as they took of their sweaters and pants, revealing that that they all had foregone underwear. Naked in bed, the girls curled up with their heads on his shoulders and their thighs over his. He obligingly spread his and drew them up a little between theirs. 

They all snorted , and he murmured:

"Just a nap?"

"Not unless you really insist?" Maren replied, squeezing his thigh between hers. 

Britta snorted and squeezed his other thigh between hers. He snorted and remarked: 

"I guess not. Whatever you want, as long as I can just lie here."

The girls chuckled, and their hands met on his crotch. He chuckled as he felt their fingers settle which girl's fondled his cock, the other's slipping down around his balls. His hands found one of their breasts in response, and they nodded on his shoulders and then chuckled again. He felt one girl's other hand slide down between them and find her pussy. When the other one's hand did the same, he wondered a little about their common response to his fondling their breasts, squeezing one's nipple and then the other one's. He snorted and asked: 

"Both with the same idea?"

"Really?" the girls both murmured.

He thought he felt their cheeks move on him, envisioning their grinning at each other across his chest. Then one nodded again and replied: 

"Just seemed like a good idea."

"Um-hmm, since you just want to lie here," the other agreed.

"Whatever you want, ... as long as you remember that."

The girls snorted with another nod, and their fingers began to fondle him more purposefully. The ones on his cock doing the obvious, the other girl's gently massaging his balls, and then rubbing below them, easily finding his asshole, since his thighs were spread between theirs. 

"Um-hmm," he responded.

He felt their hands moving on their pussies, and his cock began to stiffen. The girls' thighs tighten on each of his, and they all chuckled in anticipation. He knew Britta was arousing his cock and that it was Maren's fingers rubbing his asshole. Whatever they wanted to do, he thought, wondering how they would agree. Maren's finger was beginning to probe. His cock was fully stiff in Britta's hand. He wondered if he should have been surprised when Maren murmured: 

"I want to fuck; ... you did last night."

"Hmm! If you insist, ... as long as you do something for me."

"Hmmmm! And you, for me."

"Hmm! But I want to stay under the covers; not like last night."

"Couldn't do it to you that way, anyway."

"I'm going to just lie here," he remarked.

The girls nodded with chuckles and continued to arouse him for a few moments. Then Maren murmured: 

"Then we're going to have to do it like when you wake up with your cock between one of our thighs."

"But I'm not going even to roll on my side."

"Hmm! You're being difficult; ... then we are both going to have to lie on you."

"Hmm! Something new. ... If you want to."

"I do!"

Maren's finger probed a little deeper, and he snorted in response and then added: 




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 13



"And Britta can do that too, if she wants to."

They all snickered, and the girls began to move around under the covers. He held them as Maren lay on her back on him, and Britta moved to straddle them. She helped his cock find her sister's pussy. He and she moaned as it slipped into her. Maren grasped the cheeks of her ass and spread them to let it slip deeper, and then grasped Britta's and drew her hips down so that her mouth could find her pussy, and Britta's found hers. He pulled the covers up past Britta's hips and found one of their breasts with his hands. He chuckled softly as he enjoyed how Britta was arousing Maren's pussy and making it arouse his cock, hoping that she was enjoying doing it and what Maren's tongue was doing in her pussy. Their exchanging little aroused moans confirmed that they both were.

Then Britta's fingers found his sack and moved his balls. "Nice," he murmured, and then heard her chuckle and felt her thumb slide up on his hair and around the base of his cock. It pulled it out of Maren's pussy, who gave a disappointed "uhn." Then the head of his cock was in Britta's mouth. 

"Ooh! Even nicer," he murmured.

"Nicer than being in my pussy?!" 

"Just nicer than her fondling my balls."

"Hmm! ... I hope so."

Britta seemed to think it was also nicer to suck his cock than lick her sister's pussy, but only for a few moments. Maren slapped her ass and demanded:

"Put it back, ... or I won't lick your pussy, ... even if I want to taste you come."

His cock slipped out of Britta's mouth, and she murmured: 

"I just had to; it was so near."

"Hmm! Just put it back."

Maren twitched her hips, and Britta guided his cock back into her pussy. With a satisfied sounding moan, Maren rocked her hips down, and his cock slipped deeper in her warm, slippery pussy. "Even nicer," he repeated and rocked his hips a couple of times, and then the girls returned to arousing each other with wet noises. 

He held his hips still for as long as he could, but then the clutching of Maren's pussy and the twitches of her hips aroused his cock to the point of no return. With a groan, he dug his heels in the mattress and began to fuck her. She gave a louder aroused moan, and her pussy clutched his pumping cock even tighter. With a grunt, he came, feeling his semen spurt strongly, and grunted again each time spurted, delighting that he felt her warm juice gush down on his tight sack, as her body convulsed.

When it stilled, she grasped her sister's ass and renewed her effort to give her her orgasm. His hand found Britta's asshole, and a finger probed and slipped into it. "God, yes! Fuck me!" she responded, and together he and Maren brought her to her climax.

With a deep groan, Britta dropped down beside them, and Maren rolled off him to the other side. They all recovered with moaning sighs. Britta crawled back around and murmured: 

"Now we can take a nap."

"Um-hmm," he and Maren agreed. They all chuckled, and the girls curled up again with their heads on his shoulders and their thighs on his. He gave them a little hug, and the girls held hands on his chest, and they were silent.

Before he dozed off, he wondered what his wife was doing - more what she had done Friday and Saturday night, and what she would be doing that evening - recognizing that he was hoping she was having as much sex with her father and brother as he was with his - their - daughters, just not with both of them at once.

They stirred when one of the girls moved and murmured that she had to go to the bathroom. They all went, using the toilet, washbasin and shower. When he suggested a beer, the girls agreed, and they went in the kitchen, smirking slightly as they said "skaal," their eyes taking in the others' nudity. They prepared dinner and had a second beer with it. After they had cleaned up, one of the girls suggested that they play a game: "like we did at the cabin." They played cards until it was time for the news on TV, and then watched a movie, agreeing to have another beer, at his suggestion, remarking that the girls would have to dispose of the empty bottles in the morning.

Then it was time to go to bed - go back to bed. After going to the bathroom and washing a little, they returned to the unmade bed. He snorted and said: 

"You're going the have to wash all the sheets in the morning, too, and have a good explanation why for your mother."

The girls snorted with nods, and Britta agreed: 

"Of course, and your towels, too. ... Hmm? Maybe we'll just say that we washed ours, too."

"Hmm! Um-hmm, since we haven't slept in them for three nights," Maren agreed with a smirk.

They all chuckled and lay down together, curling up comfortably with him between them, facing Britta. He found her breast, and Maren's hand slid down and cupped around his cock and balls. She murmured with a soft snort: 

"Just like old times at the cabin,"

The others nodded, and they said goodnight and were soon asleep.

When he woke up in the morning, they had rolled over, and he recalled that he had had a dream, somewhat confused. He knew that it had been in the house of his parents - in their bedroom, which he had only seen briefly over the years, so the dream was obviously related to what Lisbet, his wife, did there with her father and brother, but they weren't the persons in his dream, and he hadn't dreamt that they were having sex together in any way, just there. He snorted, thinking that if he had seen them doing anything in his dream, his cock would have been between Maren's thighs, snorting again at the thought that they had had enough sex - too much? - for him to have included that in the dream.

He found and squeezed her breast and murmured: 

"Time to get up; work day."

She nodded, and he slipped from under Britta's arm and clambered over her. While he was taking his shower, the girls joined him with a cheerful "Good morning." They took turns using the toilet. As they waited for him to finish, he told them to go and use their own bathroom and to get dressed. They snorted with nods and went off. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw that they had already stripped the bed. He dressed and went to start breakfast. They joined him, and they had breakfast, just smirking slightly occasionally as they discussed what the girls wanted to do for the day. Then he was off, after reminding them again to dispose of the beer bottles.

On the way home that evening, he wondered if Lisbet would question the girls' explanation about washing the sheets - probably. Well, she knew that they had all shared the bed at the cabin, and even if he and the girls had agreed that it wouldn't happen at home, it couldn't really surprise her that it had.

She greeted him without asking if he had had a good weekend, and he only asked if her brother had also visited his parents again. The rest of the evening was like always - before they both had started sleeping with the rest of their families. But when they went to bed, she remarked: 

"Fresh sheets?"

"The girls' idea."

"Hmm! Hmmm, ... I can imagine. I'm not going to ask."

"Then I won't either. ... It wasn't supposed to happen."

"Hmm?"

"But Maren came home earlier than expected and came and asked me to go sleep with her."

"Well, I could have expected that, ... but you didn't - 'go' sleep with her?"

"Um-hmm, too lazy to move."

"Hmm! But not to lazy to ... disappoint her?"

"Something like that."

"Hmm! Of course!"

They both snorted with wry smiles, and he remarked: 

"And you?"

"You weren't going to ask."

"How are your parents?"

"Fine, both of them. ... Hm-hmm! Oh, it was a little funny, a little embarrassing, but then all right."

"What does that mean?"

"Hmm! When I arrived, just after lunchtime, as agreed, Dad whispered that Mom was taking a nap and asked if I wanted one after the drive."

"Hm-hmm! So you did, ... not just nap?"

"Um-hmm. Of course I understood, without his saying that he wanted to do it again, but he did. Maybe he wanted to see it in the light. He did, and not just look at it. And then, of course, he wanted me to do it for him. Didn't have to ask."

"Hmm! And then you did take a nap?"

"Um-hmm, and were awakened by Mom's calling to ask if I had arrived."

"Um-hmm, embarrassing."

"For a few moments. He called back that we had taken a nap, ... just like that: 'we had'. I was already pulling on my dress, when she replied: 'Oh, that's nice.' So we got enough clothes on to go greet her, and she repeated again that it was nice, even adding that Dad had been really looking forward to seeing me again."

"Everybody's favorite daughter."

"And father, it seems."

"Hmm, I guess so. And then?"

"You weren't going to ask, but, of course, that night, and in the morning, and then with my brother. ... Mom doesn't know about that. And then last night. Dad also needs to wash the sheets."

"Hmm! Nice. Are we going to talk all night?"

"Not if you don't want to. Hm-hmm! If you want to do something else."

"We didn't do anything last night."

"Hmmm! Just all weekend?"

"Didn't you?"

"Um-hmm, just not all day Sunday."

"One good way not to have to talk ...."

"Hm-hmm! Two good ways!"

He crawled around under the covers ....

During the week, he sometimes wondered how curious Lisbet was about what he and the girls did, wondering, worrying a little - usually on the way home from work - that she might say something that revealed to them that she knew. He also wondered how often the girls did it with each other, snorting at the thought that they probably did it as often as he and his wife did now, more often than before the summer. 

Friday evening, after the girls went out together, he and Lisbet were having a beer as they watched the news. When it finished, she snorted, and then after a moment snorted again and said: 

"I wasn't going to ask, but ... what do you do with them?"

Before he could think of a reply, she added: 

"I mean, ... with both of them. Can't imagine that one just watches."

"Hmm? ... Hmm! ... You really want to know?"

"Hmm? I guess; I couldn't help but be curious. I've told you."

"Um-hmm."

She looked at him expectantly. He snorted with a wry smile and after a moment replied: 

"Not very often that one just watches, and then not just watching, ... helping herself."

"Hmm! I can imagine. ... And when she doesn't watch?"

"Oh, ... well, ... sometimes ... one does it to me while I do it to the other one, or ... - you wanted to know - the first one straddles me, ... and then they fondle each other's breasts ..."

"Oooh! This is more interesting than I thought! And ...?"

"Hmm! Sometimes we do it in a triangle, or they do it to each other, and I join in."

"Oh! I forgot; they do it to each other."

"Um-hmm. Hmm! Must be good. I mean, of course it is, but they know exactly what they're doing, so maybe it's more arousing, maybe they do it better."

"Hmm?! Hadn't thought of that. Hm-hmm! I doubt it, not better than you do."

She smirked at him and held up her beer. They chuckled and drank, and then he said: 

"But probably more arousing for the one doing it than it is for me, since she knows how it feels."

"Hmmmm! Maybe. ... Gosh! When did they start that?"

"At least before Johan was here with his parents."

"Hmm! And I once wondered if I should tell them a little more than just the facts of life."

"I doubt it. Besides, you pretty much figured them out by yourself, ... well, with your brother's willing help."

"Hmm! And before they were thinking about it. Well, I hope they weren't at that age."

"Hm-hmm! Did I ask them what might have happen if one of them had been a boy, or just think about asking?"

"Hmm! Having a cousin was a pretty good alternative."

"For Maren; Britta already had slept with Lars."

"What they tell you!"

"She mentioned that when they met one weekend when we came home from the cabin."

"And then both of them with him a few weeks ago?" Lisbet asked.

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm! ... And, ... and when just one of them is at home, like when Britta is out with Lars?"

"Hmm? ... You really want to know?"

"I asked."

"Or Maren is just watching, like once at the cabin, same thing. She does it to me, and then I do it to her - on the table - ..."

"On the table?!"

"Um-hmm. And then we really do it."

"On the table?"

He nodded. She pressed her thighs together and murmured: 

"Take your clothes off. We're going to do that. Which table?"

"Kitchen."

"Hmm! My kitchen table! You better do it as good as you do with them."

They had their clothes off by the time they were in the kitchen. 

The church bell struck the next hour when she gasped the last time and drew him down over her and locked her feet behind his back and gave him a wet kiss. His softening cock was still in her pussy, when she murmured: 

"Oh God! That was good! What a way to learn about sex, better sex, from what my husband of twenty-odd years does with my daughters."

"Better than not learning, ... and I learned from what you and your brother did."

"Um-hmmm! Fair trade."

They both chuckled. His cock slipped out, and they snickered at the sound of moisture dripping on the floor. When he had helped her off the table, they saw that there was more moisture on the floor and snickered again.

"Dripping off my balls from your first orgasm," he remarked.

"Second one. First one was before."

"Maybe dripping off my chin, then, even though I was trying to lick it all up."

They chuckled and kissed again. She insisted on cleaning the table and floor before they went to wash each other in the shower. As she was washing his cock and balls, she asked softly: 

"And they really like to do it to each other?"

"They must, if I do. ... Oh, I am sure they do."

"Hmmm? ... And that they maybe enjoy it more than you do?"

"Hm-hmm! Just my idea. ... Curious? You want me to ask?"

"Oh, no!"

"But still curious?"

She glanced up at him and then murmured: 

"Maybe; why not? If they like it?"

"Um-hmm."

They finished washing and dried themselves. It was still too early to go to bed. When they returned to the living room and saw their scattered clothes, they snickered, and she remarked: 

"We never were like this before."

"No, but nice that we are now."

She nodded as they picked up their clothes and then said: 

"I guess you don't wear anything when you're here with them."

"Sometimes, most of the time, but we always sit on towels."

"Hmm! That's good. Good idea; shall we?"

"If you want to. Another beer?"

"Um-hmm." 

They chuckled and and finished their first ones with skaals, smirking. She took their clothes to their bedroom and got a towel, while he fetched two fresh beers. They exchanged skaals again - and smirks - and sat down on the sofa, watching the TV in silence, apparently the end of a detective film. His hand slipped down and held her breast, and hers slid over his thigh and gathered in his cock and balls. When the film ended, she murmured: 

"And what else do you do with them?"

"Hmmm? ... Oh, one of them likes to kneel and have me do it from behind."

"Hmm?! We've never done that. ... Just one of them?"

"Probably the other one likes that, too. That was after their week with Lars."

"Hmm! He must have been surprised - pleasantly surprised - how that worked out."

"Um-hmm."

They chuckled and fondled each other. She snorted and murmured: 

"Want me to do it again?"

"If you want to?"

"Do they, in here?"

"It's happened."

"Hmm! I want to."

"But not all over again."

She was beginning to move to lie with her head on his thigh and shook her head, then smirking and replying: 

"I don't think so."

She guided his still soft cock to her mouth and began to suck and lick. He sighed and fondled her breast, as his cock began to swell, and then moaned encouragingly as it stiffened in her mouth. As he was enjoying that it was taking longer this time, he appreciated that she seemed to like to do it as much as he enjoyed her doing it. When he finally came, he noticed that her thighs twitched together with each spurt of his semen.

She smiled up at him, licking her lips, and murmured: 

"I just love to do it, to know I'm making it so good for you."

"Not more than I love that you do, or love doing it to you."

He fondled her breast. She snorted with a smile and said: 

"That sounds promising, but not here."

"Hm-hmm! Might be kind of fun to be caught in the act."

"Hmm! You'd think so, with all your experience with them."

They chuckled and got up, finished their beers with burps, and turned of the TV and lights and went to bed. She cuddled up next to him and asked softly:

"How do you want to do it?"

"Hmm! Good, ... but just lie here; on my face."

"Um-hmmmm!"

She scrambled up over him.

For a while, she encouraged him with words and soft moans, When she leaned back to make her pussy more accessible, one of her hands discovered his aroused cock. They both chuckled, and she fondled it, while he continued to lick and nibble. Then she began to rub up and down on it, giving a suggestive, moaning chuckle. He chuckled in response and urge her to move back. "Um-hmm!" she agreed, and a moment later his cock was slipping into her moist pussy.

She sat on him, rocking her hips to and fro, and asked facetiously: 

"How did you know that is what I wanted?"

"Hm-hmm! Male intuition, when a woman does that to me."

His hands found her breasts in the dark and pulled on her nipples, and her pussy squeezed his cock, as she continued to rock her hips. He snickered and remarked: 

"I bet they like that ... back home."

"Hm-hmm! Not more than I do, ... if you don't mind."

"If you don't."

"I don't, if I can do this, ... and that."

"You can. Feels good."

"Hm-hmm, for me, too."

She continued to rock her hips, and he, to arouse her nipples, as they exchanged pleased little moans when they felt her pussy tighten around his cock. Then he drew her down and began to suck and nibble on one of her nipples. She moaned her approval. When his hand slid down in her crevice, she chuckled warmly with a nod, and then agreed to his finger's finding her asshole with another chuckling "um-hmmm!" and let it probe, relaxing to let it probe deeper. A surprised "oooh!" was her response to it's slipping deeper and wiggling. Her asshole and pussy tightened on him. She offered him her other breast to suck, and for a short while she enjoyed letting him arouse her with his finger and mouth, moaning encouragingly. Then she insisted softly: "Kiss, fuck!"

When their mouths and tongues found each other, she raised her hips, and he drew up his feet and began to pump his cock in her pussy. He was more aware of the contractions on his finger than of those on his cock, but they had their effect, as did the fucking thrusts of her tongue in his mouth - until she became too aroused to do anything but gasp and groan. He moaned and then grunted as he felt his cock spurt in her clutching pussy. 

She collapsed on him, panting and moaning. His cock slipped out as she extended her legs and lay heavy on him. When she had recovered, she murmured: 

"God, I'm glad I married you. I don't care what you do with the girls, if you do it that good for me."

"And I am, too, ... that I married you. ... Hm-hmm! And that the girls helped us to enjoy it better."

"Hmm! That too. And we thought we were doing it as good as it could be, when we were making them."

"Um-hmm." 

She found his mouth with hers and gave him another tongue-fucking kiss. They chuckled and rolled over together. He had to sit up to draw the covers up, and then they embraced with another - milder - kiss, and were silent, soon dozing. 

A couple of hours later, they were awakened by the sound of the front door opening. They rolled apart and listening to the girls' whispering, apparently continuing their conversation.




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 13



"So, of course we did, again."

"Hmm! Of course. You were lucky. Could have told me that his parents weren't going to be home."

"I didn't know. And you?"

"We did what we could in the dark, but not like you did with him last week - just wet hands, ... but we're going to. Hm-hmm! I told him that I wanted to do that."

"Hm-hmm! Was he surprised?"

"Maybe, but he sure didn't object to the idea."

"Does he do it?"

"Don't know, ... but he will - he'd better - if he knows what's good for him."

"What's good for you."

As the girls went to their room, their parents snickered. He rolled over on his other side, and she curled up behind him with her arm around his chest. Then she snorted and slid her hand down and found his cock. He snorted and whispered: 

"That's what the one behind me usually does."

"While you hold the other one's breast?"

"Um-hmm."

Her fingers gathered up his balls as she murmured: 

"Just don't forget that it's me, this time."

"How could I, after this evening?"

They chuckled, and he reached back and rubbed her hip for a moment, and then they went back to sleep.

The next several weeks were more of the same. One weekend, when Lisbet was away, and Maren wasn't going out, Britta asked if Lars could come and sleep with her. He and Maren grinned at each other and agreed. He said: 

"But I don't want to see him for breakfast." 

"And where am I supposed to be?" Maren asked.

"Not where I think you will be. I tell him something."

They all snickered. Britta added: 

"We won't come until Dad should have gone to bed."

"Oh, we will have, won't we?" Maren replied, giving him a smirk.

"If you say so," he agreed with a smile.

After Britta left that evening, Maren asked with a smirk: 

"What are we going to do till you usually go to bed?"

It was a rhetorical question; she was already starting to take of her clothes. When they had done everything she wanted, this time for him to lick and fuck her from behind, he suggested that they could turn out the lights a little earlier than usual, "since I know they are coming." They hadn't retreated to the bedroom for long, before they heard the door quietly open. They snickered and curled up together and eventually went to sleep. When they heard the door again in the early morning, Maren immediately crawled around under the covers .... 

At breakfast, Britta thanked them for their cooperation. That night, she thanked them again, with a lot more cooperation .

Another time, Lisbet told that her brother couldn't visit the next weekend and suggested that he should visit her parents, taking the train on Saturday and returning on Sunday. When he agreed, the girls thought that was a good idea, but their enthusiasm may have been more about having the house for themselves for a night. His and Lisbet's wry smiles may have been in recognition of that, or because they recognized that his spending a night at her parents' home would impinge on what she usually did there. 

The next day, he was a little apprehensive about the situation. When he mentioned it to his wife, she smiled with a nod and then replied: 

"Hmm? Oh, I should have told you. Once Mom asked if our marriage was all right, maybe thinking I was getting something with Dad that I wasn't with you. She can be so direct. I had to blush but could honestly reply that it seemed to have made it even better between us."

"Hmm! 'So direct,' but only half the story."

"Um-hmm! And then she asked if you knew. Had to blush again, just nodding."

"I bet! And?"

"Explained that we are honest with each other, that I told you, told that you didn't mind, thought it was nice, since she thinks so."

"Oh, I do, and we are honest, not that they know just how much."

"Um-hmm. Almost told her that it's better now than before - with us."

"Um-hmm, very. ... Oh? So I expect your Dad also knows that I know."

"Probably."

"It's going to be interesting."

"Just assume that they know and accept that you do."

"Still going to be interesting."

It wasn't as ticklish as he had expected, and his father gave him a special smile and handshake when he said goodbye. When he returned home Sunday evening, the girls showed their appreciation, and he heard that both their friends had spent the previous night with them together in their bedroom. Maren had grinned and explained: 

"But not an orgy, just two couples sharing a room."

"But you would have, if you thought he had wanted to sleep with me," Britta replied.

"Of course, with Lars. Didn't he want to - with me?"

"Not last night."

They all snickered, and that night he wasn't thinking about Lisbet, nor the girls, about their boyfriends. 

By then, Lisbet had become accustomed to finding fresh sheets Monday evening, just giving him a smirk and waiting expectantly for him to be the third man to fuck her.

One Friday evening, however, he was surprised when she said in bed: 

"We did it."

"'We'? Who? Did what?!"

"Randi and I. You don't know her, a friend from school."

"Did what? ... Oh?!! That?!"

"Um-hmm, we did it to each other."

"Really!? Hm-hmm! Was it good?"

"Um-hmm, very, like you suggested, knowing what it felt like."

"Hmm! ... Hm-hmm! Why not, ... if the girls like it. ... And Randi? Whose idea?"

"Mine. She's single. Oh, she's had boyfriends, ... not like you might think. Just never got married."

"And? Your idea?"

"Um-hmm. We see each other occasionally. Yes, I was curious; invited her for coffee a couple of weeks ago."

"And thought she would also be curious?"

"I was hoping so, but not at all sure, and very unsure about how I could raise the subject."

"But you obviously did."

"Oh, she made it easy. I had thought of a couple of approaches, but none of them seemed possible."

"And?"

"We were drinking coffee, and she asked how married life after so many years is. Hm-hmm! I told her it was good, that it has been like a second honeymoon this summer."

"Um-hmm, very!"

"Um-hmm, and, of course that surprised her a little, and she asked why."

"So?"

"I wasn't sure about what to say, but, ... well, ... or how she would respond, ... but, well, she had asked the right question."

"Hmm? And your reply?"

"Hmm! So I took a deep breath and said that we do more than we did before. Well, that was obvious from what I had already said, and her expression made it clear that I had to explain 'more'."

"And that that is what you wanted to do?"

"But not sure how. I added: 'things we didn't do before.' She nodded as though she understood."

"That was good."

"Um-hmm. And I added: 'he does' - you do."

"Did before, but not as much as I wanted."

"I know, but now we do. And she nodded again, and - thank goodness - and replied: 'You like it? Is it good?' I nodded. Oh, I must have grinned, and then asked: 'You know what I mean?' She nodded and said: 'But I have just read about.'

"What does she read?"

"Hm-hmm! My question, and then she explained that she had read some short stories about ..., well, that include sex."

"And that? That was good."

"Very, and that she admitted it. So I could ask her about the stories. Then she was a little embarrassed, but said that they were about couples and also about just girls, women. And I could ask if the stories made it sound good."

"Of course they did."

"What she said, too, and I said that it is."

"It is, and I want to. Make it short."

"So we talked some more, and I asked about the what the girls in the stories did, and she said that in the stories it sounded real good."

"Of course."

"And like you suggested, that in the stories girls know how good it feels, what they are doing."

"So you did?"

"Not then, but this afternoon at her place. She only works four days a week."

"And it was good?"

"Of course. ... We want to do it again, ... if you don't mind."

"Not as long as you still like my doing it."

"Do it, ... and I will tell you."

He did, and then she did. As they cuddled together, she snorted and said: 

"You still do it as good as she did, even if you don't know how good it feels."

"Then you can do it with her, ... not that I could stop you, ... especially if she did it better."

"Hmm! I'll let her try."

"And let her let you read those stories; maybe there is something else good that we don't know about."

"I already have asked. Next time."

"Hm-hmm! I hope so."

Since what happens next is all about the two of them with Randi, the sequel has the title: "Satisfying Randi's Curiosity," at least two chapters, while Britta and Maren enjoy themselves with Lars and Erik, as their father hears. There will be more incest, however. 

The story will continue with chapters for both titles, appropriate to the whether the girls or Randi are more involved.



Daughters and Fathers Ch. 14



Between chapters 13 and 14 of this story, he has spent Saturday and Sunday with Randi, told in "Satisfying Randi's Curiosity," chapters 3 -- 5. Yes, with all the details, they did enough in two days and the night to fill three three page chapters, about 50 pages of 12 point type. 

*

He got his bag at the station, shortly after "his train" arrived from his supposed visit with Lisbet to her parents. Since the weather was good, he decided to walk home, thinking the increased time from Randi would be good, then thinking that it would be good to give his daughters more time before he arrived. What had they been doing?

His speculations about that were wide roaming. He knew what they could do with one man - him, or any other single man. They had with Lars at the cabin. Oh, and with Erik, all four of them together! What couldn't they have done? 

As he approached their house, he rationalized that at least he wasn't still thinking about Randi, and made an effort not to. As he put his key in the door, he was curious what he would find, how the girls would greet him.

"Hi, there you are." 

"Have a good time with the grandparents?"

"Yes, thank you," he replied, chagrined that he had forgotten to remember where he was supposed to have been visiting them with his wife. He thought to make up for it:

"They send you their love. When did you see them last?"

Till then, the girl's two responses had been from the kitchen. He hung up his coat and entered the living room, startled to see Britta come from the kitchen with a glass and towel in her hands. She was naked, and apparently then just recognizing it at the sight of him in clothes. She blushed, and her nipples popped out, but she just snorted with a smirk and remarked: 

"Oh! Kind of forgot, ... like this."

She glanced down at herself and then snorted again as she looked back at him and added: 

"You don't mind. We thought it better to clean up first."

"Hmm! No, I guess I don't mind."

Maren appeared at the door with the dishcloth in her hand, smiling, also with erect nipples, and remarked: 

"That's good. You know we weren't alone. Hm-hmm! You can help put things away, ... after you get undressed."

They all chuckled, smirking at each other, Britta turning her head back to Maren with a nod. He snorted and asked: 

"Had a good time?"

The girls nipples popped out again as they exchanged glances and then nodded with smirks. Maren snorted and replied: 

"We've been like this since yesterday morning."

"I rather thought so, and not just you two."

"Um-hmm, but we won't tell you as long as you have clothes on."

"Not sure you should, but if you want to; I am curious."

The girls snickered, and Britta gestured to him to go get undressed. He nodded with a grin and began unbuttoning his shirt as he went to the bedroom. He dropped his bag and quickly took of his clothes. He jostled his cock and balls as he rejoined them.

"That's better," Britta said with an unembarrassed smile, as her eyes glanced down at his cock. 

"I'm not sure, but more comfortable, since you obviously turned up the heat. What should I do, ... to hear what you did?"

"Put away the glasses and plates."

"Still have any beer left?"

"Hm-hmm! Saved just three bottles ... for us."

"Hmm! Sounds like you don't need any more."

"Oh, the boys had more than we did. You want one?"

"Please, ... maybe two."

"Aw! There is still some aquavit."

"Hmm! That too. My beer first."

Maren hurried to open one for him, and then opened the other two. They all said skaal and had a sip, then smirking slightly as they looked at each other. He snorted and remarked: 

"I took off my clothes."

"You really want to know?"

"Are we going to tell him all the details?" Britta asked.

"Hmm! That's up to you. Hm-hmm! Try to surprise me."

The girls glanced at each other with snickers, and Maren replied: 

"I think we can."

"We told them we wouldn't tell anyone."

"He wants to be surprised, ... and can keep a secret, can't you?"

He nodded with snort, wondering what they could have done that he couldn't imagine, that would surprise him. Since the girls didn't say anything as he had another sip of beer, he began putting away plates and glasses as he suggested: 

"Start at the beginning."

The girls glanced at each other again, and Maren nodded to her sister to start. She snorted with a wry smile and then snorted again and began: 

"Well, of course, they both knew what was going to happen, like when they were here before, and that they could spend the night and most of today. They had told their parents some story to cover that, both coming with a sleeping bag and stuff."

"We all chuckled about that. We had already turned up the heat to let someone suggest that it was too warm, ... well, you can imagine," Maren remarked.

"Who did?" he asked.

"Lars; he was more confident about what was going to happen, been with us both for a week."

"But Erik was quick to agree. So we were soon ... like this."

"And they were already ... 'interested'."

"Hmm! We were too," Britta replied, explaining, glancing at her sister: 

"You immediately suggested that we get our mattresses back on the floor."

"Um-hmm, so we did, and there they were, just waiting to be used. ... Who suggested what we do then?"

"Probably you, but it doesn't matter. They wanted us all to do something together."

"We did too. So the obvious thing - like we had done before - was for us to start with each other, and then they joined in, and ... , well, you know how good that is."

He nodded with chuckle, and Maren continued: 

"And it was, and we joked about that a little, lay there and joked about it."

"And then you said that you wanted to ... suck a cock. Just like that."

"I thought it would be stupid to try to say it some other way. They were just a little surprised, but they thought it was great idea. So we moved around, figuring out that we could lick them where they liked it best by lying back to back and their licking our pussies from behind. Wasn't that good?"

Britta nodded with smirk, looking at her father and remarking: 

"You do that better than Erik, but he's learning." 

"Oh, thanks. I'm sure he is, maybe already has by now."

The girls nodded with smirks, and they all had a sip of beer. He returned to the conversation and suggested: 

"But he did it good enough."

"Oh yes!" Britta replied.

As he wondered about their licking pussies that had just been fucked by the other one, Maren remarked: 

"Oh? Hmm? Only later did I wonder what they thought about maybe tasting not just us."

"They didn't say anything, didn't seem to mind."

"Um-hmm. So then we lay around relaxing, fondling each other, and then had to go to the bathroom."

"The guys both used the washbasin, while we used the toilet and shower. Oh, they liked that, seeing you going," Britta explained.

"And then we had a beer and crowded onto the sofa - on towels, of course."

"And you were telling him how much you liked to play with his cock."

"You just weren't talking about Lars', but you were doing it too, just as much, obviously wanting it become stiff again."

"Just for something nice to do."

"Hmm! But you sure didn't wait a second when I started to get on Erik's lap."

He chuckled again and said:

"Okay. So I know what you did then. Must have been time for lunch, ... and a pause after three times.

"It was, and we washed a little, then lunch with another beer. And then it was time for a nap."

"We really did sleep for a while," Maren added.

"When we woke up, no one suggested that we do anything, and we agreed to play some game, agreeing on Parcheesi."

"Joking about not wanting to play anything too difficult. So we did, having a lot of fun with four players, always sending back someone's piece."

"That was fun, and then more interesting when one of the guys suggested that the winner could decide what we do after that."

"Especially when we took turns suggesting what each of us wanted to do," Maren explained.

He chuckled again, nodding with a grin, and asked:

"So who won, and what did you do?"

"Oh, a couple of times we didn't send back a piece, if we liked its player's suggestion. And the suggestions got better."

"So who won?"

"Erik did. His suggestion hadn't been so good, but then he changed and wanted Maren's."

"Um-hmm! Wanted to fuck me, lying on him, with you licking us both, and with Lars licking you."

"Hmmm! Sounds good! And did you?" he asked.

"Of course! And he loved having his balls licked and sucked while his cock was in me."

"Until I returned to licking your pussy, but by then his sack was all tight, and Lars was about to make me come. Oh, it was good."

"It sure was! So we did it the other way, with my licking both of you."

"Just as good. ... Oh, you forgot that we both pulled their cocks out and sucked them a little."

"Yes. Right; I just forgot to mention that, since that's the way we did it at the cabin with Lars. 

"Then it was time for another beer."

He snickered and held up his. They all had a sip, then he remarked: 

"Three times before lunch and then twice more. Good boys, boyfriends."

"Only once after lunch for them, but they didn't complain," Maren elucidated. Then she glanced down at her father's cock and remarked: 

"Oh, yours is as big as theirs, like that, too, like now." 

"Thanks," he replied with slight smirk and reached down and jostled his balls.

The girls both nodded with a chuckle, but Britta then looked at her sister and agreed: 

"You're right, but you suggested something else to them. How did you put it?"

"Just being polite: 'impressive.' Bigger than Johan's, but I didn't want to suggest that I had seen too many of them. I haven't."

"'Haven't seen too many of them'," he repeated, adding: "I don't want to ask how many. And then?"

We played another game, obviously anticipating that it would end the same way, but for a while, between moves, we talked about sex."

"What else? And?"

"Oh, they wanted to know how we started doing it with each other, ..."

"And if we liked it as much as they did," Britta interjected.

"And we teased them that we could do it better, because we knew what it felt like." 

"And then Maren asked them right out if they weren't curious why we also liked to do it to them."

"Before I did, I thought we all must have been thinking about that."

"I was, but it still surprised them - seemed to. Lars immediately said that he was very happy that we liked to, and that was enough to satisfy his curiosity."

"Um-hmm, I kind of expected something like that, but than I was surprised when Erik - who had seemed to be more reticent and letting Lars take the initiative - snorted, nodding in agreement with Lars, but admitted: 'If you like it, it must be good.'"

"And surprising me and Lars. He really looked startled.

"Oh, Erik blushed a little after he realized what he had said. I said it was good, how nice it was to lick and suck a cock, to make it twitch."

"I was wondering if you were going to tell him how much you like to taste it, but you didn't."

"Didn't want to over-do it," Maren explained.

"And how did the game end?" he asked.

"Well, there really wasn't much new we could think of, ..."

"But it was fun, joking about it and reminding that we had already done this or that."

"I can imagine. So, what did you do?"

"Oh, Britta won and came up with an entirely new suggestion: that we all just do it to ourselves, watching each other. The guys said that that would be a waste of an orgasm, and I agreed, but it was her decision, and she rationalized that there was no waste, since we all would be having one."

"Um-hmm. I couldn't remember the last time I saw a guy come ..."

"Probably Johan, three summers ago; that was the last time I saw one. Oh, I didn't get to see a couple when I had my hand in their pants."

"Hmm! You both forgot me, the first day at the cabin."

"Oh, right. Sorry!"

They all snickered and drank again, and one of the girls continued:

"So we went back to the mattresses; we wanted to lie down ..."

"And see each other, too, so we lay down head to foot, and the guys thoughtfully got two hard cushions from the living room, so that we didn't have to hold our heads up. They were going to kneel on both sides of us, but we told them to be on one side, so that we could watch them both at once."

"Doesn't sound like anyone was very aroused by all this."

"No, but Britta thought that would be part of the fun."

"And we had plenty of time, and I thought the guys would like not having to hurry things; they had done enough already."

"She's so considerate," Maren remarked with a smirk.

"Hmm? Maybe, or just planning ahead, still a long night before you all," he suggested.

"I didn't think of that. Hm-hmm! But I guess you could, being a man. So there we were, rubbing ourselves. Maybe the guys were a little chagrined that we could start making it feel good, while they were still trying to get stiff."

"But watching us helped, especially when I started telling them it was feeling good."

"Um-hmm. Of course they weren't going to come as fast as Johan did that time ..."

"Or I did."

"Hm-hmm! No, so we just enjoyed it slowly, chuckling and humming a little. And then one of them asked if we didn't want to put our fingers in our pussies."

"Of course, we did, but we didn't want to hurry them. I replied that we were saving that. Then Erik - now more inventive - suggested that when we did, we could do it to each other."

He snickered and agreed: 

"Of course, they would like that, to see that: two girls using both hands to help each other." 

"And you immediately moved closer so that we could, but we didn't yet. Then Lars said that they wouldn't until we did, letting go of his cock. It looked so nice and big, bobbing a little."

"I know, you just wanted to sit up and suck it," Maren remarked.

"Um-hmm! But I reached over to start helping you instead, and you were reaching for mine, but then you surprised us all, suddenly saying that if they wanted to watch us, they had to do it to each other."

"Surprised myself, too. Erik was still holding his cock, but Lars' seemed to droop at the suggestion."

"Just a little. Did they both blush?"

"I wasn't looking at their faces. If they did, they must have been considering the possibility."

"Um-hmm. Of course, blushing or not, Erik snorted with a wry grin and glanced at Lars and asked: 'Didn't you do it as a kid with someone, back when you both discovered how?' Lars was blushing then, but shook his head and asked: 'Did you?' Erik then also shook his head ..."

"But looked like maybe he had."

Their father nodded with a grin and suggested: 

"Maybe they were both lying."

"You think so? Do younger boys do that with each other? ... Hm-hmm! Did you?!"

"Don't make me blush too. What happened?"

The girls glanced at each other, smirking, then Britta replied: 

"I said we believed them, but that they were old enough now to do it for us, since we weren't embarrassed to let them see us do it to each other."

"We weren't. I was looking forward to having your fingers in my pussy."

"Oh, I was thinking it was a little embarrassing, but I had said that ..."

"And like me, wanted to see if they would," Maren interjected.

"Hmm? I guess so."

"You were; you went on to say that if they had just been curious back then, now they could ..."

"And you said that we wouldn't, if they didn't."

"Because I wanted see if they would," Maren enjoined.

He snickered with a nod, and remarked: 

"Sounds like you had forgotten about doing it yourselves."

The girls nodded with grins. Maren admitted: 

"A little, more interested in seeing if they would. 

They all chuckled again and finished their beers. He suggested that the story continue while they made supper, warming up a casserole that Lisbet had prepared. In the kitchen, the girls continued the story, chuckling as they took turns telling: 

"So, ... I guess Erik took the initiative. He looked over at Lars and said: 'If they want us to; they do, they will.' Lars gave him a long look and asked if he really want to. Lars cock was less than stiff by then. He replied: 'If the girls want us to, and we want to watch them.'" 

" We both said: 'We want to, and we will too.' Lars still looked very dubious and asked if Erik wanted him to, too. 'If I do,' he replied. Lars snorted, looking embarrassed: 'You want to? You would?' 'Why not? The girls let us see them do it.' Lars snorted again and replied softly: 'If you want to; I guess I can, too. ... This is going to be funny.' 'Um-hmm,' we all agreed."

"I was feeling a little sorry for Lars, his having to go along with it, but, of course, we wanted to see them."

"And wanted to do it to each other, too. And then I suggested that they take turns, that we take turns, that it was more fun not having to do both at once."

They nodded their agreement, and Erik said that he would go first. Lars looked just a little relieved that he didn't have to immediately."

"Um-hmm, so we started, you with me. Hmm? I forgot to look to see when Erik grabbed his cock."

"He didn't 'grab' it. Lars avoided looking when Erik's hand found it, after we had started, and I was telling them how good your pussy felt."

"It was. I guess that helped Lars."

"I think so, gave him something to watch, Erik too. Lars' cock was beginning to stand up again before Erik touched it. So, well, you know how good we can do it to each other, like that time at the cabin ..."

"Licking and fingering each other in turn, squirming all over the bed," he interjected.

"Um-hmm! Like that, but she was rubbing her nice firm little button, and I was doing what I knew felt good in her pussy."

"And I was obviously very aroused. They can't have seen that before, a girl lying there moaning and gasping. Oh, she was doing it good!"

"And your pussy was going wild. Oh, Erik's cock was as a stiff as Lars, just standing out, while his hand moved on Lars', and Lars wasn't minding, staring at the what our hands were doing."

"And my twitching hips. And I knew that when I came, she wasn't going to stop. When we do that, we make each other come three or four times. The guys were going to be surprised, but I wasn't thinking about that or them."

"And then Lars started to come. Oooh! That was great; shooting out in an arch and landing on us."

"I only saw the second one, after feeling the first one; had my eyes closed."

"And then you started to come and - like you said - not just once. I had my other fingers in my pussy, and Lars had to hold Erik's hand still. They were gaping open mouthed, as you writhed and jerked. Finally you held my hand still."

"Um-hmm. Guys shouldn't know that we can make each other come that good."

He chuckled and replied: 

"But it didn't sound like you had any complaints about how good they do it."

The girls chuckled, shaking their heads with grins. Then one continued: 

"They both looked a little embarrassed again, when we grinned at them."

"Yes, but then Lars chuckled and said something, asking Erik how he learned to do it."

"Where he learned to do it that do good," or sister corrected.

"Oh, right: 'where,' 'that good.' Erik smirked and said: 'Where you're going to now.' Lars also smirked and replied: 'I guess so.' They almost laughed."

"I can imagine," he remarked: nervous release, trying to make it a joke. And then?"

"We said we would again and started."

"Erik's cock had wilted a little. Lars murmured again: 'I guess so,' and grasped it."

"Hm-hmm! He knew just as well how to do it that good - all over us again!"

"They both should have been pleased that they still came so good," he remarked.




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 14



"I think so, and I certainly did, too."

"You sure did, squirting like that when I jerked my fingers out."

"Couldn't have surprised them too much; I have with both of them, just this time they could see it."

"Spurting like a fountain." 

He hummed with a smirk and remarked: 

"Must have a lot of experience together to do that."

The girls nodded again with grins. He chuckled and asked: 

"And then you licked up what they had done?"

"We had smeared it all around. They liked that."

"But were a little surprised when they later sucked our nipples."

"But they didn't mind, even joking about whether they were tasting their own or each others'."

"Hmm! Hm-hmm! So they thought that doing to each other was worth the embarrassment?"

"They didn't say so."

The girls glanced at each, snickering with grins. He snorted with a quizzical smile. They just nodded, still grinning. He snorted again and murmured:

"I don't think I've heard the whole story yet."

They shook their heads, still grinning. He remarked: 

"Later then. Supper? Don't we have anything else to drink?"

"Aquavit - we drank some."

"Hm-hmm! Part of the story. Wine, ... if you think our story is worth treating us with a bottle."

"Hmm? I guess so."

They set the table and sat down to eat with the bottle of wine. The girls changed the subject, asking how his visit had been. He made up a description of visiting his parents, using what his wife had told him, keeping it simple enough not to conflicting with anything she might say, all the while with flashes of recollections of what he and Randi had done. When one of the girls asked why she and her brother were so diligent about visiting together, he told that they had agreed that they had neglected visiting often enough in the past. 

When they had finished the casserole, and he refilled their glasses with the last of the wine, he looked at them quizzically again. The girls snorted with wry grins. He snorted and said: 

"And the rest of the story? You can keep it short."

The girls snickered, glancing at each other. Britta said to her sister: 

"You started it."

Maren smirked and hesitated, and then snorted: 

"I guess so. That was enough till dinner. Took a while to prepare it, a beer and then another one with it. And then one of them saw the aquavit, so we were feeling good after a couple and talking about what else we could do. When one of them said they would do anything we wanted, and the other nodded. ... well, ... I said something about if they could do that, I wanted Lars to fuck me like Erik had, and for Erik instead of Britta to lick, adding that she would suck his cock. They thought that was a good idea, agreeing to do it the other way with Britta."

"They didn't agree that easily."

"I rather thought not," he remarked, recalling that the girls had sucked the guy's balls and also sucked their cocks a little. He suggested: 

"They were a little drunk?"

"A glass more than we had had, aquavit, but still not that easy."

"You expected them to do everything you had, licking each other's balls and maybe sucking their cocks?" he asked.

The girls looked at each with quizzical expressions and then shrugged. Maren smirked slightly and replied:

"I hadn't been thinking about that, just that it was something else we could do."

"They must not have been either, if they agree," he murmured, curious - very curious - wondering if the guys would. Britta nodded and replied: 

"They must have forgotten that too."

"And so you did? They did?" he asked.

"Um-hmm. Britta insisted on sucking Lars cock first, to get it stiff, and Erik licked my pussy a little, enough. I was already lying on Lars, Britta between his legs, and Erik next to Lars and me. and then we were ready. She put Lars' cock in my pussy and rolled on her back, telling Erik that she wanted to suck his. He moved around over her. I guess we all were a little drunker than we thought." 

"It sounds like it," her father commented, looking up for Maren to continue.

"We were," Britta confirmed with a smirk, also looking at Maren. She snorted with a nod and grin and continued:

It hadn't occurred to me that he would be licking near Lars's cock, like we said before, and apparently that they hadn't thought of that either. But then it did occur to me."

"And to me, too, then, wondering what would happen."

"He must have been even drunker. When I said: 'She didn't lick just me; do that, too,' and rocked my hips up, leaving his tongue on the back of Lars's cock, he must have; Lars snorted but didn't complain."

"And I reached back and fondled his balls - loose sack - and his fingers joined mine. Don't know if Lars thought I was still fondling him. Of course, they know what we do."

"Oh, and we'd told them how we like to lick and suck there, too. Maybe it's just natural to want to, not just for girls."

"And maybe Lars forgot who was licking - but not later, when it was all over," Britta suggested.

"So he did?" he asked.

"I don't know how much, but Lars was enjoying it, and then Erik's tongue licked back up on me. By then, I was wanting to know if he would do more, wanting him to, on Lars."

"Keep it short." he insisted.

"Yes, so he did, ... to ruin a long story. I rocked my hips up, until Lars cock almost slipped out, and told him to try to lick both of us where it felt best: 'you know where, where Britta is licking.' He did; Lars's cock twitched, and then he alternated back and forth. Oh, that's good, when she is doing it that way! And then Lars's cock popped out, and he wasn't just licking. It must have sprung right into his mouth, and he just did the obvious. Must have felt too good and familiar for Lars for him not to care who was sucking his cock."

"But he sure did afterwards, asking: 'You want me to do that too?!' He did."

"Of course, I wanted his cock back in my pussy and was worried that he might suddenly stop doing anything ... to me, too. I guess he only sucked it for a few seconds, and then it was back in my pussy, and he was licking me again, and Lars and I were fucking. Oh, he got plenty of my pussy juice to taste, and was licking Lars's cock again to lap it up."

"And came in my mouth," Britta added with a grin. 

"Wild! And then?" he asked.

"When it was over, Erik was suddenly very embarrassed."

"I bet!" he agreed. Britta nodded with a grin, replying:

"But he sure came good in my mouth. Oh, he was embarrassed, said that he didn't know what got into him, that when it popped up right on his mouth, he just did it, like he had seen us do it."

"Um-hmm, Lars chuckled, nodding. Then Erik chuckled with a smirk and added: 'but it tasted good with all that pussy juice on it.' We all laughed, and Erik looked a little relieved."

Britta nodded again and continued their story:

"I thought that might be a problem, since Erik and and I were going to do it then, with Lars licking, but it wasn't, just that Lars was hesitant about starting, but he did, all pretty much the same all over again."

"And he came again, too." he asked. Maren replied:

"Oh yes, but they both need a little more time - good - but not as much as in the morning."

"I don't think Erik came as much either, not as much as he had in my mouth -.hm-hmm! - even though Lars sucked his cock a little longer than Erik had."

"He did! Hm-hmm! I was afraid he wasn't going to put it back in my pussy."

They all snickered, looking at each other with wry grins. He raised his wine glass, and they all drank, grinning again. He asked facetiously: 

"But he did?

"Um-hmm! And Erik fucked me as though he wanted to forget about who had been sucking his cock."

They snickered again, and he suggested:

"And then you went to bed to sleep it off?"

"Oh, we all had to go to the bathroom, and no one said much, and drank a lot of water, and then went back to bed, getting our covers, just sprawled together, and went to sleep. Oh, our room smelled like a lot of sex, when we returned to it closing the door and opening the window."

"It should have. So that was the first twelve or fifteen hours, and this morning?" he asked.

"Oh, we didn't have hangovers. Under the covers it still smelled of sex, we smelled of sex. We just said good morning and then all snorted and chuckled. One of them said: 'I guess we did that,' and the other one replied: 'Yes, we did: you did and I did.' And we both added: 'And we did, too.' They chuckled and fondled our breasts under the covers. We were lying between them so they both could find one of ours. Then Erik remarked: 'I don't think I want do that again, but, ... well, - how can I put it? - I can understand that you both like to do it, and I sure like that you do.'"

"And Lars seemed to have overcome his problem with it; he snickered and said: 'You do it pretty good, too.' 'You did too,' Erik replied, and we all laughed. We fondled their cocks."

"They were pretty stiff already."

"They had to go to the bathroom," the girls' father interjected.

"Um-hmm, we all did."

"Oooh! Talking about it, I have to now, really have to," Maren murmured with smirk. 

When she stood up from the table, a hand immediately reached down and squeezed her pussy lips together. The others chuckled and followed her finding her in the shower, catching a handful of her dark yellow stream. When she tasted it, she wrinkled her nose and then smirked at them, remarking: 

"Not like just beer." 

The others chuckled and used the toilet and washbasin. They returned to the table and cleared it and began washing up in the kitchen. He asked what happened after that.

"Oh, we took showers with them, and then started breakfast while they shaved. I'm afraid we used all the eggs in the house; they said they were good for men's virility."

"I've heard that, too."

"So we had a generous breakfast. Of course, we were all wondering what we would do after cleaning up. They were good at helping."

"Um-hmm, so there we were, standing, looking at each other. Were they aroused?"

"Not really, just a lot longer than if they had been swimming."

"Hmm, longer than mine is."

The girls glanced at his cock with slight nods, and the other one remarked: 

"And their sacks were hanging down about as far as they could."

"After all they had done, you all had done, I expect so."

"Um-hmm. So, we were standing there, obviously waiting for one of us to suggest something. Of course, we all knew that sooner or later we would do something, just a question of what, and how it would be suggested."

"We didn't want to just say: I want to do this or that."

"Her sister nodded, continuing: 

"And it wouldn't have been tactful for them to, ..."

"Hmm!" he interjected: "After all I've heard, I didn't think that would matter."

"Probably not, but - first thing in the morning? But then one glanced at the other and smirked slightly and asked us: 

"If you've recovered enough from doing that, maybe you could show us how you did it with each other so good. We glanced at each other and nodded, and we all snickered."

"I think I do need an aquavit to hear this. You, too?"

The girls nodded with smiles, and he got the bottle. Looking at it, he remarked: 

"No, you couldn't have been too sober last night. I guess we can finish it off."

One of the girls got three glasses, and he filled them equally, then adding the small rest in the bottle to his glass. They all chuckled with smiles and said skaal and took a better sip. They looked at each other again, now with slight smirks. He raised his eyebrows, suggesting that they continue. The girls glanced at each, shrugging, and Maren nodded for Britta to say something. She nodded and said: 

"Oh, there really isn't much more to tell, certainly nothing different from what we have -- from what we had already done."

"And we really didn't need to do any more, so we sat around in the living room, just talking about, joking about it."

"Yes, we told them that we had been very surprised ..."

"But very pleased," Maren interjected. Britta nodded, finishing her sentence: 

" ... that they had been so adventurous, that we thought it had been bold of them."

"That we liked that they had, that only guys who were confident about themselves could dare to do that."

"I think so too," their father agreed, adding: "Nice, that you thought to say that."

"They looked more comfortable with themselves after that."

"Especially after you started fingering your pussy," Britta remarked.

"I thought it was appropriate."

"Hmm! They did too."

"Didn't you?"

"Had no choice!" 

"Hm-hmm! She didn't, but wasn't complaining."

Britta nodded, giving her father a wry smile, and said: 

"But it would only be repetitious to tell you what we did." 

"I guess so," Maren agreed, looking disappointed, then remarking: 

"Hardly did anything before lunch."

"Hmm! Your idea of 'hardly' could be a small orgy for some people." 

Britta nodded vigorously with a grin, and they all laughed. She said: 

"So we got up and made a dinner for us all. Mother was real nice about preparing enough for us all."

"Her or my mother wouldn't have been," he remarked.

The girls looked startled by his reply, glancing at each other and blushing. They looked at him with abashed expressions, glancing at each other again. Britta murmured: 

"Nice -- very nice -- that you both are."

"Um-hmm," her sister agreed, adding softly: 

"Hope she doesn't imagine all we have told you."

Britta nodded, and he did, replying, however: 

"Me too, and I'm not going to ask her."

They all chuckled slightly. After a longer moment of silence, Britta said: 

"Of course, we did again this afternoon, and then cleaned up, remaking our beds. And then it was time for them to leave."

"Had to get dressed, but they liked that we didn't, promising that we would after they left."

"But we knew that we weren't going to."

"As I discovered. Bedtime. Skaal."

They chuckled and emptied their glasses, smiling with nods. He thought it appropriate to assume that they wouldn't sleep together and reminded them to get rid of all the empty bottles and do anything else to clean up the house. They seemed to understand his intention, agreeing and telling him good night, and going to their room. He turned off the light and was still in the bathroom, when he heard one of the girls murmur in the doorway: 

"Oh, thought you would already be in bed."

"Ours aren't very clean," her sister murmured. 

He glanced back, seeing them both, replying:

"Can't imagine why not. Thought you'd done everything anyone could want in two days."

"We have, ... haven't we?"

"Um-hmm, our beds too."

"Hmm? And thought I hadn't?"

His daughters nodded with very slight, maybe apologetic, smiles. He nodded and responded: 

"How could I have?!" smirking.

They all grinned, nodding. He smiled and said: 

"I haven't." 

"If you want to?" one of them murmured, the other one nodding. 

He tried to suppress a nod. The other one murmured: 

"We want to."

"Can't keep you from getting in my bed."

They all snorted, nodding with grins, and he turned out the light in the bathroom. In the bedroom, one of the girls immediately opened up the bed and got under the covers. He followed, and the other one joined them. They chuckled softly as they got comfortable under the covers. He did put his arm around the one in front of him from long habit, but didn't hold her breast, and she didn't encourage him to. The other one only rested her hand on his hip. He wasn't sure which of his daughters was where. They said good night were silent, and soon sleeping.

In the night when they rolled over, from long habit his arm did go around his daughter, and the other one also put her arm around him, but in their half-sleep their hands didn't find anything to hold. They drifted back to sleep.

Eventually, he was dreaming, a nice comfortable dream, although it was somewhat confused. He was with two women, whom he assumed were his wife and Randi, which seemed unproblematic, but somehow - very vaguely - he knew that his brother was also there in the dream, somehow all four of them enjoying themselves, but without any clear vision of what they were doing - just sexually pleasurable. Then in the dream, that got clearer, he knew that his arm was around the woman lying in front of him - didn't matter which one. His hand found her breast, and his cock was between her thighs - of course, lying like that. Very nice dream, and in it, his hand squeezed her breast, and he dreamt that she did what she should in the situation.

He began to wake up as her fingers pushed the head of his stiff cock closer to her pussy. For a moment, he was afraid that if he woke up, it would ruin his dream, that her breast would melt out of his hand, and he would only have dreamt that she was wanting his cock in her pussy. His hips moved involuntarily. Her fingers really were rubbing the back of the head of his cock - where it was sensitive, and her breast didn't melt when he more consciously squeezed it again. It wasn't a dream.

Still not fully awake, he moved his hips again, and she, hers, and the head of his cock slipped into her warm opening. Whose? His cock twitched, and she chuckled softly and murmured: 

"If you want to."

His daughter's voice! In a rush, it all came back to him: the evening before and the girls' telling; and his weekend with Randi. Of course! The dream began to make sense. His response to her words was to move to push his cock deeper in her pussy, deep enough to fuck a little without its slipping out. She nodded, vigorously enough for him to notice, and his hips more twitched than rock, just gently fucking. "Um-hmm," she agreed, her fingers still making sure that his cock wouldn't slip out. His fingers began to arouse her nipple, and she responded with a soft "Uhnn!"

Then he felt the hand on his chest move and heard his other daughter's voice behind him murmur: 

"If you're going to do that, I want to help, recognizing Maren's voice.

"Um-hmm," he agreed, hearing Britta agree. 

It was all so familiar to him, so pleasantly familiar, as familiar as anything could be, having sex with his daughters. As the one behind him began to clamber over them, he wondered if how many other persons shared his use of the word, and moved to push his cock a little further in his daughter's pussy. 

"Mmmm! Um-hmm," Britta agreed, but probably not with his thoughts. Her sister murmured: 

"You're going to have move back to make space for me."

That was also familiar, he recalled from nights in the cabin. He and Britta daughter moved back, trying to keep his cock in her, but it slipped out. She responded with a disappointed "uhn," but her sister already had her head down in front of her pussy. As she got her legs over them, her fingers recognized their problem and guided his cock back in her sister's pussy. They both hummed in appreciation of her also so familiar recognition of their situation, and then again, when he rocked his hips forward, and she, hers back, letting his cock slip deeper in her pussy. They moaned, and she raised her head to let her sister's thigh slide under it.

It couldn't be more familiar, he thought, nothing could be more familiar, as the girls' arms drew their hips closer, the hand on his ass then urging him to push his cock deeper in her sister's pussy.

"Fucking familiar!" he thought, knowing that they both didn't expect him to move his cock more; they both knew that he enjoyed feeling Britta's pussy responding to what Maren's tongue was doing. 

He then did move his cock a little, thinking that his daughters would want to think that he needed to fuck more than he really did after two days with Randi. He forgot about her and that, however, when he felt his cock being squeezed and felt the hand on his ass slip around to arouse his asshole. If he had been thinking that he didn't need to fuck, his daughters changed his mind.




Daughters and Fathers Ch. 14



"Uhnnn!" Her finger was rubbing his asshole. He let go of the Britta's breast and reached over her Maren's hip, but Britta's hand was already there. He heard the girls chuckle in response to his wanting to help, and the finger on his asshole probed, another form of response. He could only encourage the fingers that were already on hers.

It was as good as the many times before for him, and it seemed that it had been for the girls. As they were recovering, feeling his cock soften, he suddenly wondered if it really was as large as Lars's and Erik's. Had Maren been comparing them in their aroused state - looking at them, or feeling them in her pussy? Whatever, nice of her to have said so.

When he rolled back, Maren crawled around next to her sister. He rolled onto his other side, and the girls followed him. He fell asleep with Britta's arm around him and with the thought that she had had three cocks in their pussies in one day.

When they woke up in the morning, they got up, agreeing that it had been the best way the weekend could end. The girls went to shower in their bathroom, with his admonishment to finally wear some clothes. He showered and dressed for work, and they had breakfast, just chuckling about the lack of eggs. Then he was on his way.

As he tried to clear his mind of how he had spent the weekend - but not without a few sudden images of how he had - it seemed a very long time since he had left the office Friday afternoon. Little by little, however, his route to work and seeing familiar faces on the street brought his thoughts back to his work.

Lisbet called him, telling that she had just arrived home and chuckled, telling that she had sent the girls out grocery shopping, adding that they must have had a good time, "you too, I hope." He replied with an emphatic "Um-hmm!" She chuckled again and said that she was looking forward to hearing more."

They hung up, and he chuckled to himself, looking forward to telling her, remembering that he had to mention that he had told Randi about her brother. That upset his concentration until he had a conversation with a colleague. 

On his way home, thoughts of the office were replaced by anticipation of being home again, wondering what Lisbet assumed he and Randi had done; if she thought that their daughters had told him what they had done; then thinking that she didn't have to ask what he might have done with them, probably less than she assumed, especially when he recalled that they hadn't done anything Friday night. He snorted at the thought that all three of them must have been anticipating all they would do the next day, suddenly recalling that his had started buying flowers for Randi.

At home, they all managed to avoid indications that they knew how the others had spent the weekend. When the girls asked their mother how her weekend had been, he assumed that they hadn't asked before, and, of course, her story agreed with what he had told them, enhanced by her saying how pleased her parents had been to see him again. He nodded and agreed that it had been nice to see them again.

They had dinner and watched the news, and the start of the entertainment program. After half an hour, he yawned and said that it had been a long weekend, and Lisbet agreed: 

"Even longer for me. Shall we go to bed early?"

He agreed, and they told the girls good night and that they hoped they would enjoy the rest of the program. They replied that they thought they would and wished them good night.

When they out of sight of the girls, he and Lisbet exchanged slight smirks. When they had closed their bedroom door, they chuckled silently with broader smirks and began to undress. Only when they were in the bathroom with the water running did Lisbet grin and ask softly: 

"Did you ... on the table?"

He nodded with a grin and replied: 

"And not just on the table."

"Hmm! Of course not. Tell me in bed."

In bed, with their knees overlapping, she whispered: 

"Good?"

"I told her that she should tell you, that I didn't want to enthuse about it to my wife."

"Hm-hmm! That's sweet; it was my idea."

"Um-hmm, thank you. We said that a couple of times, both sort of needing an excuse, reminding each other to think of you."

"That was nice of you. What did you do?"

"Oh, I bought flowers for her, not roses, and she told me that she usually turned up the heat on weekends and ..."

"And went naked?"

"Hmm! Yes, and the heat was turned up. Oh, you'd better ask her. I told her that I was going to suggest that."

"Hmmmm! I will. Hope she tells more."

"I do too. Um-hmm, liking the idea that you two get together before the three of us do again."

"Hmmm? Um-hmm, or before I let you two get together again?"

"Something like that, while you're sleeping with your brother."

"And father. It was pretty much like the other times. We're both now pretty open about it with Mom, and she likes that. Funny - no, a little strange - having your mother tell you that she likes that you're making your father so happy."

"Hmm! I guess so. Sounds like maybe he talks about it with her, when you aren't there."

"Um-hmm! I asked him last night, and he admitted that she asked ... and he told. Hmm? I wonder if with any details."

"Hm-hmm? You could ask her, like asking Randi."

"That I am not going to do that, nor ask him."

"And your brother?"

"It was nice, knowing you were enjoying yourself with Randi. I guess that was sort of why I suggested that. Hm-hmm! Of course, I knew that you would have been with the girls."

"Not if they went out, maybe going camping with their friends, like they told their parents - not that the girls were also going camping."

"Hmm! All of them just 'camping' here."

"Um-hmm."

"Did they tell you?"

"All evening. Hm-hmm! They were still naked when I came home."

"And then you were?"

"They said they wouldn't tell me until I was."

"Hmm! And then they did?"

"Um-hmm, a lot more inventive than Randi and I were."

"Oooh! Can we learn something from them?"

"Hmm? Only if we find another man."

"Hmmm! Not likely."

"And I'm not suggesting it, ... even your brother, ... maybe especially not your brother."

"Don't you like him?"

"Just as a brother, not minding that he sleeps with his sister."

"Your wife."

"Um-hmm."

"Oh! OH?!! Saturday, when we were talking ..."

"In bed, after not talking?"

"Um-hmm, he asked what you were doing, ... and, ... well, ... I told him."

"Hmm!! Now I know why you said 'OH'!"

"Um-hmm. Not directly, at first asking him if he remembered Randi from my school class. He wasn't sure, and then, ... well, I told him that you were spending the night with her. Oh, he was surprised: that you were; that I knew."

"Hm-hmm. So much for my reputation with him as an errant husband, ... at least a secret one."

"Um-hmm. Of course, I had a lot of explaining. I could have expected that, if I had thought a moment, but then it was too late. Oh, he was maybe even more surprised. I was telling backwards how it all happened: that I knew because the three of us had been getting together. And he asked: 'You too, with her?!' So I admitted to that, and he wanted to know how that started, and I got back to the beginning, your suggestion that I would like what you do."

"Hmm! Hm-hmm! I hope he understood that."

"Oh yes, just surprised that I had wanted to, but less surprised than he had been at first."

"So I hope he showed you that he liked to, too."

"He already had, me too, but we didn't fall asleep till later. Hm-hmm!"

"That's nice."

They both chuckled, and she reached down and fondled his cock. "Um-hmm," he agreed, fondling her breast in return, but then he whispered: 

"Oh! Before anything: She asked me about your being so dutiful in visiting your parents, ... and ... well, ... I told her about your brother."

"You did?!"

"Not so loud. She was surprised, too, of course, couldn't remember him."

"And you told her everything?"

"Afraid so."

"Hmm! But not about my father?"

"Of course not, but that he knew, that you two always had."

"Oh, gosh! What did she think of that?"

"Oh, she didn't seem to mind; said something about our being a very liberal family, also from her knowing that we know what the girls do."

"Hmm?! Hopefully not that you know everything they do."

"Of course not, if you mean me."

"Um-hmm, ... I guess we are."

"Um-hmm. Oh, and what you told, that your father had said I was very generous. I told Randi that, and she agreed that we both are to her too."

"That was nice."

She started fondling him again, not with much success. She snorted and remarked: 

"I better suck your cock, if I want it stiff. ... I wanted to, anyway."

"And your pussy."

They hummed and she began to move around. As they were getting comfortable, he snorted and murmured: 

"Oh, I told her that you had told me that hers was nicer."

"Did I?"

"Before I met her."

"And is it?"

"You told me so. Didn't know you knew how yours is."

"Hm-hmm! You and she and a couple of men in my family do."

"Best licked pussy in town."

"In two towns."

They snickered and tried to give each other the best licked pussy and best sucked cock that Monday night in Bergen.

Two nights later in the bathroom, Lisbet told him: 

"Randi could take the afternoon off."

She smirked slightly. He nodded and replied: 

"And you didn't play cards? I've been worried that we would have to Friday night."

"Um-hmm, we were too, both of us. Good that you suggested that we did."

"I hope so."

"Um-hmm. Oh, it was good. Not what you may be thinking, we didn't do anything but talk."

"But I hope you still wanted to."

"Oh yes; we both thought we would, joking about it before I left. We will, ... we all will."

"So we don't have to play cards?"

She shook her head with smile, and they went to bed, where she continued: 

"No. It was a little funny. We both knew that we were supposed to talk about it - about you and her. Lying in bed together - before or afterwards - wouldn't have been right. So we had coffee, and I said that you had said that we should talk, that you didn't want to tell me how good it had been. I know, you didn't say that, but that's how I put it. She looked a little embarrassed, but nodded with slight smile, and then said that it had been, hoping that I didn't mind. Of course, I said that I didn't, that I had hoped that it would be. Oh, then I remembered that you had told her about my brother and said that she knew what I had been doing. That broke the ice; she nodded with a smirk and we both snickered.

"Hm-hmm! She thought we should have a brandy with our coffee then, and we did, I don't think she needed the brandy to loosen her tongue. She grinned and thank me for suggesting it all and then got almost carried away with telling me how good it had been; that you had arrived with flowers; that she had told you about the stories; ..."

"I had asked."

"Um-hmm, that too, and ... well, ... it must have been good."

"It was, too good to tell my wife."

"I understand why. Oh, she didn't tell me what all you did, just about the table, as she said: 'since that was what gave you the idea to suggest it all.'" 

"Hope you're glad that you did."

"Oh yes! Why not, if I was with my brother. She liked that too; I think, not just because it was an excuse for your being with her."

"I hope so, but thank you again."

"We had another brandy with our coffee. It was fun to hear her tell how she had at first been sort of shy about saying much, even though we all had already done so much together, but then just with you."

"Um-hmm, I had that feeling to, ... also a little shy. Very funny feeling, arriving in the morning, knowing why we were both there and what would happen."

"But you both worked it out, and then she admitted that she became less reticent about saying what she wanted."

"Um-hmm! Did she tell you what she said on the table?"

"Hm-hm-hmm! She did! Couldn't have been much else she couldn't say after that."

"I don't think so."

"Hm-hmm! I didn't know you could do that many times."

"She told you?"

"I just got the impression that you must have done a lot."

"We did; kind of pleased that I could."

"You don't with the girls?"

"Not like that, well, maybe a couple of days at the cabin."

They both snickered, and she said: 

"I can be like that too. I was looking forward to having sex this afternoon. I want it now, even more with a man, and after hearing that you do it sooo good. I want to fuck you, want to sit on your cock - your cock in my pussy, to use that word too - and fuck until we both come twice."

"Oooh! Do you think we should do that in the middle of the week? Hm-hmm! Or did she tell you we did it like that?"

"No, but I thought you must have, ... wanted that you did."

"Hm-hmm! If she didn't tell, I won't."

They snickered, and they did: coming while she rubbed her clitoris, and then again, their hips slapping together, wet from the first time, with his finger in her asshole.

Early Friday evening, they left the girls at home to enjoy themselves with Lars and Erik, and drove to Randi's place. On the way, he chuckled and remarked: 

"About the table: she wanted to know if there was a way we could include you. I mean, of course, some way to include a third person, not that we did it and you had to be the third person."

"Hmm! Good think you clarified that, but I understand. Hm-hmm! If we do, it's my turn again."

"Quite. We agreed that it could be anticlimactic to try to do it again that way."

"So what's she going to do, what did you decide."

"Hmm? Not much, not entirely satisfactory."

"What?"

"That the third person could suck my cock first, ..."

"That wouldn't be the whole thing."

"Um-hmm, but the other one could lick her pussy while she was doing it, and then on the table lick her some more, while I was, or something like that."

"Hmm? ... Or you two - no, we two - do the whole thing and she can lick my pussy, and then I lick hers on the table, while you are, and then ...."

"You'd like that. Oh, she said that however it was done, when she was being fucked, she didn't want to do anything but enjoy that."

"Hmm! I wouldn't either! You still get the best of it."

"It's a man's world! At least when trying to satisfy two women."

"Hmm! Maybe I should talk to my brother."

"Not tonight."