10 comments/  81119 views/  45 favorites

Identical Twins and Father Ch. 01

By: leBonhomme



They were not so tall,  but also not small.  They had nice round cheeks,  Below their eyes,  Above their thighs,  - strong firm young thighs -  And on their chests,  Had nice round breasts,  With nipples, of course,  Right in the middle,  - And not so little -  Just where they should be,  Quite pleasant to see,  In their clothes, of course. 

*

Marcel picked up his identical twin daughters at their mother's place for the church choir weekend of rehearsals for its concert on Good Friday. Klara and Paula had been singing in the youth choir for years, finally "graduating" to the main adult choir. Perhaps they could have sooner, but the two of them were such a support for the youth choir, that the director had wanted to keep the two of them until the last year in their country's 13 year school system, both then eighteen. 

Marcel still had difficulty telling them apart, depending more on their referring to each other by name and from Paula's usually being more direct, outspoken than her sister, who usually then agreed with whatever she said.

He enjoyed that they now saw each other at the weekly choir rehearsals, more often than they had before, since he and their mother were divorced. Their mother also liked that they could see each other in the neutral situation of their church choir. The girls were also pleased with the arrangement, enjoying that they could share their father's musical interest. 

After they had greeted him with their usual cheek-kisses, they piled in the car, and he drove off. Outside of town, he took a deeper breath and said: 

"Hope you don't mind; we're going to have to share a room."

"You with us?" the girls asked, almost simultaneously.

"Or you with me. Not my idea."

"Whose?" 

"Rosemarie's, who organized the weekend.

"And she thought we could share a room?"

"Apparently. I had booked two rooms, one for you both and a one for me, but then she asked if we could share a room, since there was a couple that needed a double room, yours, and if we could share a room, there was a three or four bed room free."

"She just assumed that we all could sleep together, I mean, share a room?"

"I guess so. Surprised me too. Hope you don't mind."

"Surprises us too," Paula replied, after a glance at her sister, who remarked: 

"She just assumed that a family, well, you and us could share a room?"

"I wasn't going to ask her, since she did. Hm-hmm! No one has said anything about the two women who agreed to share a room with a double bed."

"Really?!" Klara remarks.

"What will our room be like?" Paula asked.

"Probably a room with two bunk beds. I'll take an upper one."

"And you don't mind, think it's funny?" Paula asked.

"If Rosemarie didn't. Oh, when I was teenager, the railway just automatically assumed that my mother and your aunt and I would share a three birth railway compartment. Surprised me as much as this has surprised you."

"Just like that, back then?" Paula asked.

"Surprised us all a little, but I guess the system assumes that any family would rather be together than men or women sleeping with strangers, sharing a compartment with strangers."

"And?" 

"I had the top bunk and didn't see anything, if that's what you're asking."

"Grandma and your sister."

"She was as embarrassed as I was, not my mother. Didn't see anything, didn't look."

Paula chuckled and asked: 

"And you're not going to, at us, from your upper bunk?"

"Paula!" her sister complained.

Marcel just shook his head, wondering if Paula was wanting him to. He replied: 

"We'll have our own bathroom; don't have to let me."

The girls are silent for a moment, then Klara remarked: 

"You told Mom that we would have our own room."

"I know. Didn't tell her the change."

"Did you tell Louise." 

"Didn't tell her either."

"I guess not," Klara murmured. 

Marcel wondered a little about why he hadn't told his now companion, not having to wonder long, knowing that she would have been as dubious as his ex-wife about his sharing a room with his daughters, now very nubile daughters. That description of them in his mind and their comments let him wonder a little more about his agreeing to share a room with them for two nights. He assuaged his new thoughts with that that Rosemarie had taken it for granted that their sharing a room was nothing suspicious, even for a church group, maybe especially.

These thoughts, however, just made him think more about what could be suspicious about his sharing a room with his twin daughters - so nubile two daughters. He didn't like that his cock seemed to understand what could be suspicious, then wondering if he did. 

He drove on, all of them silent. Then he wondered what his daughters could be thinking. Obviously, they had their own thoughts about their all sharing a room. What thoughts? That he could see them naked? He almost chuckled, wondering if they wanted him to. Did he want to? Of course he did. Who wouldn't? Or did they want to see him naked? His cock had its own mind about that possibility. Did he want them to? Better not answer that question! 

Klara interrupted his thoughts: 

"Mom did ask with whom we would be sharing a room. You'd said something about probably with other girls." 

"Guess I did; thought that was how it would be."

"Oh, it will be all right with Pops," Paula replied. 

That she gave him a slight smile, let him continue his thoughts, just nodding in response. Did Paula have similar ones? What did they wear in bed: pajamas, shorty nightgowns, nothing. Nothing, nude?! Like he did? Shit! When had he last worn pajamas, just a bottom? Was he going to have to let them see him in just his boxer shorts? Jockey shorts wouldn't be less revealing about what his cock thought of that. 

He tried to thing about something else. His questions about what his daughters wore in bed were only shifted to speculations about what the younger women in the choir might wear -- or not. At least, that wasn't thoughts about his daughters. What were theirs? 

They arrived at the church conference complex. To his relief, no one looked askance at his getting keys for the three of them, also the person handing out the keys, who had a list of the occupants and could recognize that he was with his daughters. They went to their room, finding that it was a four-bed room, the extra top bunk folded up. They dropped their bags and had to hurry to supper and then to the first rehearsal. 

After the rehearsal, most of the choir sat together drinking beer or wine, as usual. Paula and Klara joined some of the younger members; Marcel sat with other tenors, relieved that no one mentioned their sharing a room, although there is a reference to the two women having booked a room with a double bed. He saw that the girls were having a glass of wine, and another one, while he and the others at his table drank beer. After their third bottles, they agreed that it was bedtime, having seen others already leaving the room. 

When they stood up and returned their empty bottles to the beer case, the girls noticed, and also stood up. Marcel had been considering going to the toilet before the three of them returned to their room, but when they joined him, he decided that could only emphasize his misgivings about their sharing the room and bathroom. They went to the room. As he was unlocking the door, he murmured: 

"I've got to go." 

The girls just nodded, letting him enter the room first. He immediately went in the bathroom, closing the door, and used the toilet, trying not to splash in the water in the toilet bowl. When one of the girls called "Hurry, we have to, too," he flushed and forewent washing his hands and zipping up his pants and opened the door. 

Klara was waiting, giving him a wry smile, and hurried past him. Paula also smiled at him, a little apologetically, her knees twitching, as she called to her sister: "You hurry too." 

He saw her glance down at his open fly and that she grinned. 

"One of you said that I should hurry." 

"Klara; always has to go sooner."

He nodded, remembering that it had been that way when they were kids, before the divorce. Paula wrinkled her nose and remarked: "Just sooner, I have to, too. Hurry, Klara," as she undid the top button of her jeans. They were both slightly surprised when Klara opened the door, still pulling up her jeans. She shrugged and said: 

"You said 'hurry'."

Paula was already going into the bathroom, just kicking the door to, leaving it unlatched. Klara gave him a wry smile, noticing that his fly was open, and shrugged again. Instead of closing her jeans, she started to shove them down, not looking at him as she murmured: 

"I guess so; we're going to have to start getting undressed." 

That surprised him too, a little more, but he liked that she had introduced the subject, agreeing less softly: "Yeah, of course." 

Klara had turned away from him as she pushed them past her hips. For a moment, he thought she was already shoving down her panties, seeing the start of her ass. She couldn't have meant getting that undressed in front of him, he thought. She hadn't. She reached back and fished her panties from further down in her jeans. When she had them up where they belonged, she gave him a glance and said: 

"She said to hurry. Forgot that I hadn't really pulled them up." 

"Had me wondering for a moment. Seen you both in bikinis, underwear isn't much different, also my boxer shorts." 

She nodded, and they both took off their pants. They heard the toilet flush, and then Paula joined, just carrying her jeans, remarking: 

"No reason to pull them up again."

He and Klara nodded, and they all smiled a little wryly. When he started to unbutton his shirt, the girls glanced at each, shrugging slightly and began to unbutton their blouses. He wasn't sure he should watch them, but since they didn't turn away, he also didn't, but he knew why he should; their bikini tops were more substantial than their bras, hiding their nipples, whereas he could already see where they were through their bras and loosened blouses. 

Were they aroused? Maybe not; it seemed as though their nipples were always a little evident, but that suggested that the cups of their bras were pretty flimsy. He tried to avoid staring, but an unintended glance at the front of their panties was not the right alternative. They were plain, cotton, nothing sexy, but fit well, so well that from his briefest of a glance he could recognize that they didn't shave. That answered a question that a father shouldn't have about his daughters, that seeing their bikini bottoms hadn't answered.

Meanwhile, all his and the girls' buttons were undone. When he started to take off his shirt - pulling his stomach in a little - the girls glanced at each other, tilting their heads questioningly, and then flipped open the fronts of their blouses, identical twins mirroring each other's movement, and with identical little smiles as they both looked at him. Two against one, he thought, recalling how they teamed up when they both agreed, strength in numbers. 

He returned their smiles, looking at their faces, but recognizing that their nipples really were sticking out -- more than before? They didn't start to take off their blouses, still looking at him. Were they waiting for him to look at their breasts, to see his eyes drop down? 

"Seen us in bikinis," Klara remarked, smirking very slightly. 

Paula nodded with the same expression. They wanted him to look, expected him to, and must know that their matching bras were more revealing than their bikini tops. He did, they were. Not just that their tight nipples -- all four of them -- were sticking out, their darker color was evident through the thin material. When he glanced back up at their faces, they both were smirking a little more, then simultaneously began to take off their blouses. He smiled wryly and remarked: 

"Well, a little more different from your bikinis than I expected, but I guess you knew." 

The girls both nodded with slight grins, apparently pleased with what they had done. When they had laid them aside, Paula turned back to him with an impish smile and asked: 

"Want us to take them off too?"

"Paula!" her sister objected, no longer in the identical twin role. 

Paula was already reaching behind her back, smirking at him, waiting for his response. 

"Don't tease. No. Well, ..." he couldn't suppress a smile: "Just don't."

Klara looked relieved. Paula feigned a disappointed expression, but then grinned at him. Then she looked at her sister and said: 

"I wasn't really going to."

"I sure hope not,"

"Me too. Now go brush your teeth and put on your pajamas or whatever in the bathroom," he remarked in a more fatherly tone. 

The girls turned to their bag and replied in unison: 

"Shorty nightgowns."

"Our prettiest ones," Paula added with her impish smile, holding hers up to her shoulders for him to see, holding it close enough for her breasts to press it out a little.

Klara also held hers up, not so close to her shoulders, but with a slightly apprehensive expression. 

"Why your prettiest ones, not for me, you didn't know you'd be sleeping wi... - be sharing a room with me?"

Klara looked more apprehensive. Paula hesitated, wrinkling her nose, then replied: 

"Maybe for those two guys we were sitting with tonight."

"Paula!" her sister admonished, blushing. Paula then also blushed, lowering her shorty, revealing that her nipples were erect. 

In an instant, he recognized why Klara had been looking apprehensive, that she was party to what her sister had told -- both of them agreed that they might have done something with the boys if they had had a room by themselves. Well, he knew that they had the pill, their mother had told him. They couldn't be virgins any more, if they had been planning that. That all went through his mind in just the second or two for him to hesitate, before asking: 

"Oh! Really? Did they know?"

Klara shook her head, blushing a little more deeply, letting him think that she had understood what his thoughts could have been. Paula had also shaken her head, also blushing - identical twins - but managed to reply: 

"Not yet, no. And just 'maybe.' Good thing, since we have to slee ... - are sharing a room with you." 

Klara nodded, looking less embarrassed. He nodded with a very wry smile, then chuckling. The girls both looked relieved, exchanging wry grins with each other and then at him. They all chuckled, almost laughing. He remarked: 

"Yeah, well, 'good thing' they don't. Didn't think church choir weekends were like that. Go change."

Klara escaped to the bathroom, too small for more than one person. 

"And the bottom?" he called after her. She just closed the door. Paula smirked slightly, replying for her - and herself: 

"Those bloomer things? Just panties. You've seen them already."

"Those 'bloomer things' could look too 'little girl'?" 

Paula wrinkled her nose, neither blushing nor nodding. He suddenly wondered if the guys could tell them apart, if they would have cared, if the girls' plan had materialized. He shrugged and said: 

"I guess you two don't have any secrets, are pretty agreed about a lot of things."

"Um-hmm, of course. She just lets me talk more."

"And you let her use the toilet first."

"Um-hmm," Paula agreed with a smile. It shifted to her impish one, and she asked: 

"And what do you wear in bed?"

"My shorts." 

She looked down at them and chuckles, remarking: 

"We were wondering what kind you wear."

"Now you know, like I know what you two wear."

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! That was funny, that we both wanted to show you our bras."

"Sure was, a little -- twins. Looked like you were just waiting for me to look."

"I guess we were. We weren't thinking about the boys just then."

"Hmm? I hope not, ... and, ... uh, hope you weren't thinking about me."

"Hm-hmm! Like that?!"

They both chuckled, more snickered, smiling at each other. Her nipples had popped out again. She unconcernedly rubbed a forearm over them, remarking: 

"And knew you could see them, too. Probably wouldn't have worn these bras, if we'd known we be with you."

"Hm-hmm! For the boys, but now they can't?"

"Maybe," she replied with an unembarressed grin. 

Klara had opened the door and asked: 

"'For the boys, but now they can't.' Can't what? What have you been talking about?"

Paula glanced for him to reply; it had been his remark. Besides, he didn't want her to have hear another admonishing "Paula" from her sister. 

"Can't see your bras. She was saying that it had been funny how you both wanted to let me see them."

"Paula!" 

He hadn't saved her from hearing that. She replied evenly: 

"It was, you know it was, we both did, both wanted to."

"Hmm?! Yeah, but, ... you didn't have to tell him."

"Too late," he interjected, adding: "Besides, it was funny, like seeing you rescue your panties out of your jeans."

Klara smiled wryly, nodding, then also rubbed an arm over her erect nipples, giving him a smaller wry smile. He could still see where they were, however. Having glanced at Paula's a couple of times during their conversation, he recognized that without her bra Klara's were still at the same level, that their nice round breasts didn't need a bra to make them so attractive. He couldn't confirm this with another glance at Paula's, who had disappeared in the bathroom, again not closing the door completely. 

Klara dropped her bra on the chair and looked at him again with small smile and remarked: 

"She didn't have tell you that, about the guys. What else did you talk about?"

"Hmmm? I guess it was mostly about that. Oh, that you were wondering what kind of shorts I wear."

"Now we know, like you know about our underwear."

"About what I said. Well, you heard about that just now."

"Hmm? I guess we did. ... Weren't you shocked, that about the guys?"

"A little, more just surprised, knowing you have the pill."

"You do?!"

"The kind of thing even a divorced father/husband is told."

"Oh! Hmm! I guess so."

"So I rationalized why not, that I shouldn't be too surprised about the guys, even that you both seemed agreed about 'maybe'."

Klara's nipples had popped out again. She just nodded this time with a small wry smile. Then she nodded with a more wry expression, remarking: 

"I guess so. Oh, it was just 'maybe,' very 'maybe.' Don't think we have ever done it together before."

"Hmm? Hm-hmm! Hadn't thought that far."

They both chuckled. She remarked: 

"It was her idea, but I guess, if it happened, I would too." 

"If they would?"

"Hmm! Don't ask. Guess we were assuming that they would. Hmm? Just as well that it didn't get to that."

"Saved by having to share a room with me?" This time he didn't slip up by starting to say: sleep with me.

"Yeah, maybe. Oh! Not like that 'maybe'!" 

They both chuckled, more snickering, like he and Paula had before, but Klara's nice round cheeks had reddened. His eyes had dropped down to her erect nipples. Paula stuck her head through the door and asked: 

"What was that about: 'maybe, not like that maybe'?"

This time he looked at Klara for her to answer; it had been her remark. She shrugged with slightly wry smile, then looked at her sister and explained: 

"We've used that word too much - about the guys - and I was saying that maybe it was better that we are sleeping with Pops." 

He blushed slightly at hearing her complete the phrase he had tried to avoid -- and with his name. He hadn't really been thinking about sleeping with them - not that way - just been aborting the expression when the words were in his mouth. Klara was really blushing now, with most prominent nipples. Her embarrassment at recognizing what she had said was only accentuated by her clapping her hands over her breasts. 


Identical Twins and Father Ch. 01



He blushed a little more, in empathy with her embarrassment, but more because she had said what he had been trying not to think: their sleeping with their Pops. And she had said that it was maybe better?! Of course, she didn't mean it like that, better than sleeping with the guys, but the words rang in his head. In hers too, if she was that embarrassed?

Paula was grinning at their embarrassment. She had been using the toilet, washing and brushing her teeth and hair. She still was half naked when she had stuck her head through the door. She reached back and found her shorty nightgown. When she stepped out of the bathroom, it was just dropping down past her breasts. He admitted to himself, that it would have been nice if she had waited a couple of moments more before it covered them. But he had liked the brief view of the rest of her: slender waist, nice hips, panties covering the swelling between her thighs -- not just from her pubic hair. 

Paula's face reappeared as her shorty dropped down. She was still grinning, chuckling, and said: 

"Well, at least, we're already sharing a room with him."

He and Klara continued to blush, avoiding looking at each other or at Paula. She seemed to be enjoying their discomfort, but she also then blushed slightly, after a moment remarking softly: 

"We liked to sleep with him when we were little."

"Not like that," he murmured, with a renewed blush. 

"Paula!" 

"We both did."

"But not like 'that'!" Klara replied, her blush also renewed. 

Paula also was blushing, now that it was so clear that they all were talking about the same thing, avoiding each other's eyes. He felt his cock responding to the implications and murmured: 

"I'd better go again." As he passed between them on the way to the bathroom, he added:

"You two settle that." 

He forgot to close the door behind himself, fishing his swelling cock out of the fly of his boxer shorts. While he was going, trying not to splash in the bowl, he heard the girls' whispering, then shook his head in disbelief at his parting comment. Had he been suggesting that he would do anything they wanted, agreed to? Had they understood it that way, both really understood that they had been talking about sleeping with each other - all three of them?! - "like that"?!" 

He flushed and washed his cock, something he only did when he was expecting to sleep with Louise. She was also divorced with two children, long since divorced, the children in patch-work families. They had a lot of good sex together. Was he wondering what his daughters' - don't use a word for theirs, don't even think about theirs! - could be like? He was, like his appreciating their firm, nice round breasts, and they had both admitted that they hadn't minded his looking at them. How much experience did they have? Enough to justify their mother's knowing that they had the pill. That, at least, wouldn't be a problem. You are thinking about it! But with both of them, like in some porn video? That wasn't a nice thought! Not with his daughters, so nubile daughters. But maybe - that word again - they didn't want to. Or maybe they did?!

He took a lot longer than usual to wash and brush his teeth to complete these thoughts. What had the girls been whispering about? When he turned off the tap, he didn't hear them. 

They had been whispering a lot. 

"Paula! What are you talking about?"

"What you think, what he thinks."

"That we do that?! You think he means that?

"He said: 'not like that'."

"And you would, 'like that', want to? With Pops?!"

"When we were fourteen, we said that we wanted to."

"Yeah, but, ... but we knew that it would never happen, just talk. Then they got divorced, and he wasn't around."

"Maybe a good thing."

"You would have?!"

"You would have too, all our talk at night."

"Hmm? Yeah, but it was just talk. You really would have?"

"You sounded like you would have too."

"But you really would, now? Here?"

"If he wanted to. He told us to decide."

"Shit! Crap! You really want to!"

"We're twins, identical twins; have the same thoughts."

"You caught me with that before, telling me that I wanted to sleep with Roger, because you did."

"We both did, sleep with him, and you certainly didn't complain."

"But with Pops?! Girls shouldn't do that with their father.

"Just 'shouldn't.' I want to. Why did we show him our aroused nipples?"

"That was just fun."

"Teasing, tempting him?"

"I wasn't, just enjoying feeling them tighten when he looked."

"Before he looked; mine, yours too. Same thing, wanting him to see your nice tight nipples, as though we didn't know what guys would think about if they could see them that way. You wanted Pops to see them."

Klara nodded with a resigned smile. Paula smiled, then whispered: 

"So I can?"

"If you want, I guess, and ..."

"You want to, too?"

"You interrupted me: and if he does."

"If he does, I will. And you will too; we've always wanted to do the same thing - Roger."

Klara nodded, either in agreement to Paula's logic, or in agreement that she wanted to, too. When she shrugged, blushing with aroused nipples, Paula smiled sweetly. Klara shrugged and then nodded, returning her smile, the sisterly smiles they had used since they were toddlers, when they agreed. But then Klara whispered: 

"How? Both of us? How tell him? You really think he wants to?"

Before Paula could reply, their father opened the bathroom door, a little surprised to see them still standing. They smile at him, shrugging and nodding, then glancing at each other. Klara nodded for Paula to speak. She hesitates a moment, reaching out to draw her sister closer. Their arms slid around the other's waist. 

He remembered their having done that when they were little and agreed about wanting something. Klara nodded again, blushing. Paula held her a little closer, and Klara's hand slid a little further around her waist. Paula hesitated, also blushing. Then she almost blurted out: 

"If you want to, we do."

He blushed as much as the girls already were. 

They really did want to! And their blushing -- his too -- only confirmed that they all were thinking about the same thing, their tight nipples too. What did it feel like for a girl when her nipples popped out from having erotic thoughts? And hadn't they almost always gotten their way, when they stood together like that, smiling hopefully? Yes, they were smiling hopefully at him, well, a little different from the way they did the times when they wanted something harmless, just maybe a little too expensive: summer camp the first time, a girls camp. What did they hear about sex from other girls when they twelve, and then the next couple of years? What did they tell, had they known about it? They sure knew something about it now, having planned to do whatever they could with those two boys. And now with him?! What had he done or said to let them think he wanted to? Their sharing a room? Could they have thought that he made up the story about why they were, so that he could sleep with them? But it had been true. But if they thought that, they still didn't have to suggest it themselves, his so nubile daughters. So they must really mean it.

In the few seconds, while all these thoughts were going through his mind, Paula's and Klara's hopeful smiles and blushes were fading, but their nipples were still aroused. He said the first thing that came to mind: 

"You do?"

The girls nodded, glancing at each other for confirmation that the other had, too. Paula murmured: 

"If you do?" 

Both girls' cheeks flushed again. Klara nodded. He felt his own cheeks flush. 

"Whose idea was this?" 

He immediately wondered why he hadn't said what a father should, just telling them no. 

"Ours," Paula replied, holding Klara closer, who nodded, clutching her sister's waist, both still blushing.

"And you think I want to, think that I could want to?" 

The girls hopeful smiles returned as they both nodded. 

He wondered again that he had passed up the chance to tell them to stop thinking that he could want to, to tell them he didn't. Did their renew hopeful smiles mean that they had recognized that his not immediately having said no meant that he was undecided, that he was thinking "maybe"? Of course, they had nodded in response to what he had said. 

"I guess you do." 

"You didn't say 'no'," Klara murmured, squeezing Paula's waist again for her support. 

"And you blushed, when I asked," Paula added. 

"You two certainly did."

The girls grinned with nods, obviously more relaxed, holding each other closer for a moment as they glanced at each other. 

He suddenly remembered other conversations like this: their request expressed as a question; his avoiding a direct answer; then their catching him with the remark that he hadn't said no. Then they had bantered a little, but he had always given in. They knew their Pops too well! And wanted to "know" him that way too! And had caught him blushing with them! Why did this have to happen at a church conference center? Or maybe it did, where people were so proper that they couldn't imagine anything so improper as a father sleeping with his daughters? Hadn't they read about Lot and his; they had made him drunk and seduced him? He smiled wry and murmured: 

"Lot and his daughters."

The girls grinned, nodding again. Klara replied: 

"They had to make him drunk, but then they did."

"Shouldn't have mentioned him."

"Hope he wasn't too drunk to enjoy it," Paula remarked with a grin.

"You aren't," Klara added, also grinning. 

"We aren't either," Paula enjoined. 

"Who said we were?" he asked, infected by their grins. 

"Drunk?" Paula asked facetiously.

He shook his head, not able to suppress a slight smirk. 

"Don't have to say it, Pops," Klara murmured with a conciliatory expression, but then blushing again.

"Guess not," he admitted, suddenly more aware of his cock.

The girls loosen their embrace, just holding hands and smiling at him. 

He had seen that before too, when they knew that they had talked him in to agreeing - with such enticing smiles? They weren't blushing, but their nipples had popped out again. 

"Hmm, those guys wouldn't have had a chance not to."

"Hm-umm," both girls responded, clasping their hands.

"We want to," Paula murmured. 

"You really do," he murmured, not as a question.

The girls nodded with aroused nipples, only blushing a little, with longing expressions. 

"Poor guys," he murmured. 

The girls nodded again. 

"Both of you? How? What do you want to do?"

"Anything you do."

"Want to do," her sister corrected slightly.

"Anything you want us to do," the other murmured. 

"Anything? What do you know about that?"

"We did with Roger," Paula murmured, Klara nodding.

"Both of you? 'Anything'?" 

The girls nodded, glancing at each other. He suddenly chuckled and asked: 

"Did he know - with both of you?"

The girls glanced at each other again, shrugging and smirking slightly, then chuckling. Paula looked at him, wrinkling her nose, and replied: 

"Not sure. After I told Klara what we did, she wanted to, too."

Klara nodded, blushing, then smiling wryly, and added: 

"Maybe he didn't, couldn't tell us apart."

"Can you?" Paula asked with a grin.

"Hm-hmm! When you're together. Otherwise, - I hope - knowing you are usually more outspoken."

"Like tonight," Klara agreed with a smile. 

"And Roger, 'anything'?" he asked.

"Had to tell Klara everything, so that she wouldn't say the wrong thing."

"I don't think he knew the difference. Oh, I had to pretend that it wasn't the first time he did that to me. Hm-hmm! Hope I didn't sound any different than you did," Klara remarked, grinning at Paula.

"But the other too," Paula suggested. 

"You really liked that? Tastes so strange."

"Um-hmm, but he liked it so much, and it was so arousing, that it was feeling so good for him."

"Oh, I liked doing it! Just was worried about having to taste it, knowing that I had to let him think that I already had. 

"Good sister! Since he was thinking you were me again, you had let him think that you really wanted to, your supposed second time."

The girls grinned at him. He nodded, chuckling, then shook his head questioningly and said: 

"Never thought about twins doing that and his not knowing." 

"Never thought about us doing that?" Paula asked.

"What? Fooling some guy, or doing that?"

"Both, I guess."

"Roger was the only one we did that with, - both of us," Klara replied.

Hmm! That's a relief. Well, I'm not sure I should have said that. Hm-hmm! Would the guys tonight have been able to tell you apart?" 

Paula and Klara looked at each, shrugging with slightly wry expressions. Paula asks Klara: 

"Would it have mattered?" 

"We think they are both nice."

"Nice enough that it wouldn't have mattered - who with whom?" he asked.

The girls glanced at each other, shrugging again. Paula looked at him intensely, her nipples popping out again: 

"Would it for you? We want to."

Klara nodded, but blushed. He also blushed at Paula's returning the conversation to their situation. She also blushed, but repeated: 

"We want to, not just talk." 

Klara nodded again. Then he did, blushing more, nodding, and admitting: 

"I want to, too, just don't know quite how - with both of you."

The girls nodded slightly with aroused expressions, just the corners of their lips moving, then took deep breaths, their aroused nipples rising. They moaned softly, their hands slipping back around the other's waist again. He moaned with a nod and extended his arms towards them, and they all closed the distance between them, his arms sliding around the girls' waists and theirs around his. They all moaned, nodding, the girls' faces turned up to his. He looked down, his eyes shifting back and forth, and murmured: 

"Anything, any way you want. I like to do what I think Roger did."

The girls both nodded with slight smiles. 

"We do too," Klara murmured.

"Klara," Paula responded, but not in the admonishing tone that Klara had used. She glanced over at her and then up at him with a slight smile, murmuring: 

"We do."

"I know why," he replied softly. 

Both girls nodded, smiling slightly at his so easy acceptance that they slept with each other. He slid his hands up, pulling their shorty nightgowns up. Their hands around each other helped, letting his slip under the other's nightie and slide up on their bare backs. The girls moaned, holding him and each other closer, their hips pressing together. 

He also moaned softly, nodding, feeling his cock swell, wanting them to feel it, hoping it would find its way out of the fly of his boxer shorts. His fingers, now all the way around to their far sides, moved on them, sliding up and down, wanting to slide closer to their breasts. Then he felt a hand slide down to his shorts, its fingers slipping inside the elastic. 

He could have wondered which girl's hand it was, or wondered what his fingers were suggesting, but he didn't, too aroused to wonder or worry about what he was doing with his daughters, feeling his cock rise in his loose boxer shorts, just wondering what they all would do: anything they wanted -- anything, everything. The fingers were sliding further down inside his shorts. He could have wondered if they had done that before, but he didn't, nor wondered that his hands were sliding down, finding the elastic of the girls' panties, a couple of fingers also slipping inside them. 

Then one of the girl's murmured. Their voices were so similar that he wasn't sure which: 

"I want to, ... want to do it to you, and you can do it to Paula." 

The usually less forward Klara telling him that she wanted to suck his cock?! And her hand now inside his shorts, rubbing his ass?! And his cock trying find space to stick out!

"Or I will, and you can do it to her." Paula's obviously agreeing! 

Another hand was slipping inside his shorts. He could only moan, but his hands automatically responded appropriately, starting to slide their panties down. "Um-hmmm," both girls moaned, and their hands slid up and caught the elastic of his shorts, quickly sliding apart and pushing it down. His cock sprang out through the fly. The two hands were more successful than his hands could be on two pairs of panties, until his shorts caught on his aroused cock.

He could have wondered if only identical twins could cooperate the way their hands were, but he didn't, just wondering if the hands would cooperate as well to free his cock. When they slid around his hips, he did have to wonder about their experience to immediately recognize what they had to do. 

The hands pushed the front of his shorts down, until the elastic was also down at the base of his cock. He heard a chuckle, and then a hand pulled his shorts forward. When it touched his cock, making it twitch, he heard an "oooh!" then another chuckle, then "help."

The other hand slid further, brushing his cock from the other side: another "oooh." When the hand tried to help pull his shorts forward enough to get it passed his cock, it more than just brushed his cock. Then that hand urged the other one to pull his shorts up enough, so that it could shove his cock back inside his shorts. The girl doing that, chuckled warmly, letting her fingers explore a little on his cock, chuckling again when it twitched. Then his shorts slid passed it, and other fingers found his cock, making it twitch again. He moaned softly, nodding, hearing the girls both chuckling again at their success. Then their other hands were helping his slid each other's panties down. 

When they dropped passed their asses, they all embraced again, chuckling, especially when he swiveled his hips to make his cock touch one and then the other girl. 

"Lie down," one of them murmured. They released each other. As he was moving to the bed without an upper birth, he said: "Light." The girls were already whipping their shorty nightgowns over their heads. One found the light switch. In the dark, it occurred to him that it didn't matter which of them did what; he couldn't tell the difference, couldn't have even with the light on. Before he could think further, he felt them finding the edge of the bed. 

That one of them urged him to spread his legs and got between them didn't surprise him, enjoying that her hand slip up his thigh and found his cock. He did have to wonder about the other's experience, when she straddled his shoulders; even Louise wasn't that direct about offering him her pussy - his ex-wife never had. 

Oooh! His cock was already in a warm, wet mouth. He guided the other girl's hips over his face. Such a wet pussy already! And so firm and smooth! Louise's hadn't been the first one he licked, but the other three had also been those of women his age. Till this moment, he had never considered how a young pussy would be different from theirs. This was really happening?! Licking such delightful, young pussy, and also having his cock sucked, but not sixty-nine - with two young women! He forgot about their being his daughters, just remembering that they had said that they knew what it is was going to taste like for the one. 

Did a fresh, young pussy taste better? Probably not; how could it? They all tasted so good. But this young, fresh one tasted so good, and was so responsive, rocking on his mouth to help his tongue know where it wanted to feel it lick: on its tight opening, holding still to let the tip of his tongue probe; then rocking back. It wanted to feel it on its little swelling - not so little, and so sensitive! Moans! What a nice firm, round ass in his hands! They slid up -- and nice small waist. His hands slid further -- and nice firm, round breasts with stiff nipples. 

Then he remembered that it was the pussy, ass and breasts of one of his daughters! And that the other one was sucking his cock! Not really sucking, just caressing it with her tongue. Could they both have also forgotten that they were doing it with their Pops? Too late to worry about that, much too late -- anything they wanted to do!




Identical Twins and Father Ch. 01



"Uhn?" He heard a questioning complaint, and the pussy twitched, reminding his tongue to move again. It had stilled, when he suddenly realized that he was doing it with his daughters. An approving moan followed, when his tongue resumed arousing her pussy. 

Many more followed, including his own in response to what her sister was doing. He didn't worry about that anymore, just worried that he would give his other daughter her orgasm before her sister made him come in her mouth. Maybe it was good to be an older man and not come as fast guys their age would, like he had too often back then. She was now doing everything to make him! Damn! He hoped she really wanted it! 

He did! His cock did. She only started slightly, but then continued, humming as he groaned, forgetting the pussy on his mouth, but clutching her sister's breasts. He hoped that she understood from the movement of his hips and his groans why he couldn't arouse her for a few moments. "Mmmm! Um-hmmm." It sounded like she did. 

When he could lick again, she moaned, nodding so emphatically that his hands felt her body move. Vaguely, he was aware that his cock had dropped down on his pubic hair. Nothing could disturb his concentration on giving her her orgasm and his anticipation of how it would be. He wanted it as much as her aroused noises indicated that she did, that she needed it. 

It wasn't as wet as the wettest ones he experienced - not Louise's - but it tasted so good, and she had been so aroused, whimpering - like when she was child, just lower pitched. She stilled, just moaning softly, then sliding her hips back and just sitting on him. He squeezed her breasts. She nodded and put her hands on his.

Then he felt her sister's hands slide up his sides, up to her hips, apparently then holding them. His hands slid down and found them. He liked that he could confirm his satisfaction like her sister had.

"Was it that good?" the cock-sucking sister whispered. 

He didn't like that he had identified his daughter with that expression as he squeezed her hands. It was moment before the reply came: 

"You know it was; you sound like that when you do that good."

"When you do it that good," her sister countered.

He didn't want to intrude on their exchange, was just very pleased by their mutual confirmation that he had done it as good as they did with each. When they didn't speak again, he squeezed her hands again and murmured: 

"And you did it that good, too."

Did they start slightly at hearing his voice? They both suddenly chuckled, almost laughing. He had to chuckle with them. The one sitting on him moved off towards the wall, snickering softly and asking her sister: 

"Did he as good as Roger?"

"Don't answer that!" he interjected. 

They all chuckled again. His cock-sucking daughter dropped down on him with her head next to his and whispered: 

"You did!" 

"'Cause you did," he whispered back, embracing her. 

"I heard that," her sister said, chuckling. 

She stretched out next to him, and her sister moved off him enough so that they both could lie with a breast on his chest and their thighs drawn up over his. He hugged them both to him, and they held hands between their breasts. For a few moments, they were silent. 

He wonder what they could be thinking. Whatever? They had all wanted to, and it had been good, so good! And so nice that they had let him know that it had been as good with him as with Roger - anyone else that way? - and with each other, the other way. Nice that they had admitted that to him. He almost could have assumed that they would, after a guy had licked their pussies. Lucky guy, guys. Lucky him! He hugged them again. They hummed, moving their clasped hands on his chest. 

"I want to, too," the girl next to the wall murmured, pressing her thigh down on his. 

His other daughter's thigh also pressed down, and she murmured: 

"And I want you to do it to me."

"Not me," her sister replied.

"Um-hmm!" he confirmed, hugging them again, and they all chuckled softly. Then he murmured: 

"But not tonight."

The girls nodded. He murmured again: 

"And I don't think we can sleep like this, nice as it is."

The girls responded with slightly disappointed sounding hums, their knees bumping, as they slide their calves over his, trying to get a firmer grip with their legs around his. 

"Nice, very nice," he murmured, hugging them again, but then adding: 

"But I don't want you to fall out of bed, if we turn over."

One replied - the one near the edge of the bed: 

"I guess so. Who wants to sleep in the other bed?"

He thought he recognized Klara's voice. The acquiescent remark also sounded like her. Had she been the one who had sucked his cock? She had been the one who said that she wanted to. She wasn't as demure as she had always seemed - if the voice was really hers. Her sister - Paula? - held his leg more possessively, releasing her sister's hand and sliding hers further to hold him. 

The other one - Klara? - complained: 

"He did it to you. You got yours."

Klara - if it were she - surprised him again. If she could also be as outspoken, was there any way he could them the apart. He interjected: 

"You will too," adding: "Wasn't I always fair? Tried to be."

The girls nodded. He said: 

"I'll sleep in the other bed, take too much space here." 

The girls nodded again and let him sit up and clamber over the one on the outside. He wondered if he shouldn't have kissed them good night, but it was too late. As he got in the other bed, they murmured "Good night," and he replied, turning to the wall to go to sleep, hearing the rustle of the covers as the girls found them and curled up together. He snorted softly, just wondering how they were lying together, not whether they were. 

He fell asleep, more wondering about what else they would do together than being concerned about the fact that he would with his daughters. He would, they would, they all wanted to, and he promised one - which one? - that he would lick her pussy. What else? Then he was snoring softly.

Paula and Klara were lying in each others' arms, still awake, then chuckling very softly when they heard him begin to snore. They whispered: 

"That good?"

"Um-hmm. He said he would with you too."

"And not just that." 

"He didn't say that."

"You want him to, too."

"We both do."

"Um-hmm."

"And want him to suck my nipples."

"Not just you." 

"Don't do that! Even if he knows we do with each other."

"That was nice, how that didn't seem to bother him in the least."

"Um-hmm. Surprised me too."

"Oh, this is better than it could have been with them."

"Um-hmm." 

"Sleep?" 

"Turn over. I'll just hold one." 

"Like we always do."

"Um-hmm, good night. Kiss first."

They kissed, and the one nearer the wall turned over. As her sister curled up closer behind her, and her hand found her breast, one murmured: 

"He could have kissed us." 

"Tomorrow."

"Mmmm! Yes! Good night." 

"Good night."

Later in the night, he was still snoring gently. The girl with her arm around her sister rolled back, then more awake when her shoulder was over the edge of the bunk, then even more awake, when she heard her father's snoring, remembering where they were -- not in bed with her sister at home. 

Then she was wide awake as it all came back to her: the three of them together; she now in bed with her sister; but before that! He had been there too, and they had done that? Really done that?! They had! She had sucked her Pop's cock?! She had - and he had liked it. She smiled to herself, almost chuckling, stiffling it, not to wake her sister. And she had liked it, better than her first time with Roger; that had been more a dare. And he had been licking her sister's pussy, so good that she had been whimpering like when she did it with her at home -- when their mother wasn't around. When she was at home, they did it just as good, but managed not to be so loud. 

How had it all started? Had they even imagined that it could end like that, all of them in bed together? But they had been, and - oh! - were going to be for another day and night! And - oh! - they had talked afterwards, and he had said that he would be fair. She almost chuckled again, just grinning to herself as she recalled the rest of their conversation: her sister had said that she wanted to do what she had done; and she, that she wanted him to lick her pussy, not with those words, of course, why her sister had to clarify that she wasn't going to do it, but he had understood, just replying: "But not tonight." 

She couldn't suppress a soft "mmmm." Her sister hadn't stir, was apparently fast asleep. She should be, she thought, after he had made her come so good. She was going to have to move to sleep again. She smiled to herself again. Instead of moving to get comfortable, she got a foot on the floor and slipped from under the covers. 

On the floor, she crouched, not moving. When her sister still didn't stir, she stood up and by the light from the corridor under the door, she found her way to the bathroom, sniffing with a smirk, when her foot brushed on something, his shorts. In the bathroom, she just stood, listening, not just listening, holding one of her breasts. When she recalled that was a similar pose to that a Venus statues, she held her other hand to her pussy, snorting softly as it occurred to her that her breast was a little larger than the ones she could remember from the photos of the statues. And, of course, Venus wasn't holding hers like she was, nor with her hand on her pussy. Why didn't those statues show hair where her hand was? They did for the men, and it didn't hide anything, but even without hair, the statues of Venus didn't show what she knew could be seen if she shaved her pussy. "Mmmm," there where her finger was. 

Her thoughts returned to why she had slipped out of bed. He had said: "but not tonight," but in the morning? She held her breath, listening. He was still snoring peacefully, and her sister didn't seemed to have stirred. She congratulated herself on the idea to use going to the bathroom as an excuse for getting out of bed, in case her sister had noticed, but she hadn't. She smirked to herself and returned to the room, standing next to the other bunk, listening again, then thinking that if she could slip out of bed that way, probably Louise or her mother could have without waking her Pops. Had he slept with other women? If she got in bed with him, would he just assume that she was Louise getting back in bed with him? Hmm? Getting in bed with her father and hoping he would assume she was his significant other? Better than thinking she was her own mother. Too late to worry about that; she had done almost as much as a wife could do. Had she done that too?

She listened again. Her sister stirred, but she just rolled back. Her father was still just snoring softly. She chuckled silently, thinking that he too had had an orgasm good enough to let him sleep soundly, but she hadn't. She listened again. Her sister was breathing slowly. In the dim light, she could see that there was enough space on the bed for her behind her father. 



Identical Twins and Father Ch. 02



She listened again. Her sister stirred, but she just rolled back. Her father was still just snoring softly. She chuckled silently, thinking that he too had had an orgasm good enough to let him sleep soundly, but she hadn't. She listened again. Her sister was breathing slowly. In the dim light, she could see that there was enough space on the bed for her behind her father.

She took a deep breath and found the edge of the covers. What was she going to do when he stirred?! Did his now partner, Louise, slide her arm around him? Blushing, she slipped under the covers. He just hummed very softly without the rhythm of his breathing changing. She slid her arm around him, and he still didn't stir. She hummed as softly as he had, hoping that was the expected response. 

He had been dreaming, a bit confused. There were two young women, whom he connected with choir, but without being able to identify them. They seemed more interested in talking with him than he was, but that wasn't surprising, since he seldom sought conversation with the women in the choir, especially not with the ones so much younger than him. The two in his dream were. They were talking, but the content of their conversation wasn't clear in his dream. It just seem somehow a little more personal than he expected. Their nameless faces were smiling, as though they were enjoying it more than he was. 

Then something turned off his dream, letting him realize that it had just been a dream. Of course, he was lying in bed and Louise had been to the toilet and was returning, nice, and that she was sliding her arm around him; she didn't always do that.

He hummed again, this time consciously, and found her hand. It didn't feel like hers. Before he could really wonder about that, he heard a whisper: 

"Shhh, it's me, she's sleeping."

It's me, she's sleeping, he slowly deciphered, then suddenly fully awake: "me" wasn't Louise - one of his daughters - and "she" was her twin sister. It all came back to him in a flash: their sharing a room; bantering, their showing him their bras, and all that followed! No wonder that he couldn't recognize the girls in his dream! What the three of them had done had been a dream too! A very real one, having sex with his daughters! They had, and he had wanted to, too! Had he always thought about it? Had they? Didn't matter; they had, as soon as they could, it seemed - seems! They were going to be together for another day and night, and one of his daughters had crept in his bed! Of course, she had said that her sister was still sleeping, so the one who could slip out of bed without waking her sister, the one who had sucked his cock! The one who hadn't had an orgasm -- her sister and he had! And now she was in bed with him! 

He snorted silently, accepting that he could almost have expected that she would be. Which one? Better not to ask, admit that he couldn't tell them apart after all they had done.

"It's me, too," he whispered, clasping her hand. She rubbed his chest, chuckling softly. 

He moved away from her and rolled back, and she rolled half on him, sliding her arm around his side and hugging him. She tilted her head up and whispered in his ear: 

"I was pretty sure. You don't mind?"

"Too late." 

He urged her to lie on him. She immediately slid her leg over his and let him help her lie flat on him, her head down next to his, her mouth by his ear. She whispered: 

"Just too late to worry about it."

He turned his mouth to her ear, whisper in reply: 

"Very. You think I should?"

"Hope not; we aren't."

"Too late; I said I would.

"Um-hmm, just 'not tonight.'"

"Hmm! Guess you couldn't forget."

"You wanted me to?

"No."

"We can wait till morning."

"Mmmm, if you want to?"

"Mmmm-hm-hmmm! I guess we could. Hm-hmm! Or we could just kiss; we both wanted to last night." 

"With each other, ... since you didn't.

"Don't raise your head like that."

"Or you could just suck my breasts. We wanted that too."

"Hmmm! I wanted to, too. But then it might be difficult to wait till morning."

"Um-hmmmm! Kiss first."

She raised her head again, and they did, his arms embracing her, as their lips and then their tongues found each other. 

He knew that a young girl's tongue couldn't be any different from that a women who could be her mother - not like their pussies - but it was such a delight to enjoy how eager hers was, his just as eager. He quickly accepted that it wouldn't be just a kiss, couldn't deny what his cock was beginning to suggest that it wanted to do. His hands were roaming up and down her back, sliding down on the cheeks of her nice round ass. Was her chuckle just one of appreciation, or of her success at arising him to have such thoughts? He clasped her ass. She immediately interpreted it as encouragement to let him suck her breasts, retrieving her tongue and whispering: 

"Now them." 

He nodded, recognizing that she could only know too well what his cock's throbbing between her her thighs wanted to do. He slid his hands into the creases below the cheeks of her ass. She slid her knees off his legs, letting his cock spring up, and drew her knees up, helping him slid her up on him. 

Big decision - left or right one first? Not really, he had already made the big decision: they were going to fuck. How could he think otherwise with his cock twitching against her ass? Not with her soft chuckle at feeling it! But her lovely, stiff nipples first, both of them, even though her hips were rocking, inviting his cock to find her pussy. He would have to find out another time if it was just like her twin sister's -- and also her nipples.

He managed to suck both nipples, before she whispered - or she managed to wait until he had - before she moaned and whispered: 

"It wants to."

"Um-hmm!" he agreed, trying to temper the sound of his aroused agreement. 

When she raised her hips, he liked that she let him help his cock find the mouth of her vagina, instead of her revealing too much experience . It was so tight! But so slippery! But he didn't mind that she had the experience to lower her hips slowly on his cock, making them both moan softly.

She dropped down on him with another soft moan, and he clasped her to him, feeling her firm breasts press on his chest, forgetting them, when her tongue slipped between his lips. He sucked and caressed it with his, moaning with her, as her so tight pussy squeezed his cock. It surged, and she moaned again, thrusting her tongue deeper in his mouth and wagging it back and forth.

He forgot his questions about her experience, had long since forgotten wondering which of his daughters he was fucking, as he grasped the cheeks of her ass again - such a tight pussy clutching his throbbing cock! His hips rocked, and hers did. Fuck! 

They did, the sound of their moans only tempered by the fact that their tongues were also fucking with wet sounds. But then she drew her knees up passed his hips, and the sound of their hips coming together was louder. 

They didn't hear her sister on the other bed. She had awakened, discovered that she was alone, then remembering that she hadn't been. When she recognized that the sounds from the other bunk had wakened her, she immediately recalled where she was and what they had done, and recognized that her sister and father were fucking - not that she had ever overheard another couple fucking. 

She grunted with a disappointed scowl, but then grinned wryly, nodding, and almost grabbed her breast and pussy. The sounds from the other bed become less restrained. Fuck! They were doing it good, she thought, and then both her hands were on and in her pussy. She stopped hearing them in her own arousal. 

But they hadn't stopped. He hoped that a young pussy would come sooner than the ones he had fucked in the last few years, like young boys' cocks did. His wasn't so young, but it was wanting to come, to fill the tight pussy that was clutching it; both of them moaning. 

It did, spurting in her pussy, that was suddenly more than slippery, wet! She gave a long, pulsing moan of satisfied release. Thank God, he thought with a final moan. Their hips stilled, pressed together, but her pussy still clutched, making his cock twitch, as she gasped and moaned, lying heavy on him. When she extended her legs, his cock slipped out. She gave a disappointed sounding little "uhn," and he embraced her.

Suddenly, they both were aware of heavy breathing, panting and exerted moans. They chuckled softly, then again at feeling their stomachs moving on each other. He rubbed her ass, and they waited for her sister to reach her climax. Her moans began to sound more desperate, and they could hear her hand slapping on her pussy. Finally, she gasped and moaned like her twin sister had: "Uhnn-uhnn-uhn-uhnnn!" 

As she moaned more softly, he whispered: 

"Good!" 

"Um-hmm," the twin lying on him agreed. 

When her sister had recovered, she snorted with an "Hmm!" then chuckled and murmured: 

"You'd better to do that with me too. How did you get there, Klara?"

It was Klara lying on him, he was gratified to have clarified. She chuckled again - a delightful feeling on his stomach. He chuckled in return, looking forward to Klara's reply. 

"Hmmm! I went to the bathroom - didn't have to - and when you didn't stir, well, I got in the wrong bed."

"Like fish, you got in the wrong bed!"

"Pops could have sent me back to yours."

"Hmm? Maybe, but I just didn't think of that," he enjoined.

"And you really ...? Stupid question: you did."

"Um-hmm," he and Klara both responded. He rubbed her ass again, and she rocked her hips down.

"Hmm?! I wasn't sure we were going to do that," Paula said.

"I wasn't either," they both replied, chuckling at their almost simultaneous response.

"Hmm!" Paula snorted again. He remarked: 

"Like I was thinking before we did: too late to worry about that now."

"That's good! You said: 'not tonight.' You both cheated. What time is it?"

He drew his hand from under the covers and looked at his wristwatch: 

"Three something."

"Really cheating. You can't sleep with him all night."

"Aw, it would have been the first time I slept with anyone all night."

"Other than me, or me with you," Paula replied with a chuckle. Then she added: 

"Oh, shit!"

"Hm-hmm! You more or less told me last night, and then you were. I had already assumed that."

"Oh, yeah, guess we did, ... of course. Didn't bother you? Shock you?" Paula asked.

"Maybe I was already too surprised about what we were already starting to do."

"We were too," the girls replied in unison.

"Hmmm? I wasn't so sure."

"Anyway, come sleep with me now; I haven't slept with anyone either, except Klara."

"Aw, I haven't really slept with him at all yet."

"Your own fault."

Klara kissed him and slid over towards the wall. He got up, chuckling as he fatherly tucked the covers around her. As he turned to the other bed, he murmured that he'd better go again and went to the bathroom, sitting down so that he wouldn't miss in the dark. Without flushing, he returned. Paula was holding up her covers, waiting for him. As he started get in bed with her, she murmured: 

"I want to turn over, behind me." 

She rolled towards the edge of the bunk, and he clambered over her, a little surprised at her immediately knowing that best way for them to curl up together, since she had said that she hadn't slept with anyone. Then he remembered that the girls slept with each other. As he put his arm around, immediately holding her breast, he snorted softly at his unhesitatingly embracing his daughter the way he had all - the few - other women he had slept with. She nodded with a soft "um-hmm," putting her hand on his. Then she chuckled and murmured: 

"And now you can't slip out of bed like she did."

"I wasn't planning to."

"Sleep tight," Klara murmured. 

"You too," he and Paula responded. 

"I'll take the first shower in the morning."

"Good idea, nice of you," he replied. 

Paula squeezed his hand with another "um-hmm."

Before he fell asleep this time, he didn't have to wonder what they would do together; in the morning, he and Paula were going to, and then? She had said that she also wanted to suck his cock, but that was before they knew they were really going to do it, like Klara's having said that she wanted him to lick her pussy. But he still wanted to, and for Paula to get to suck his cock, if she really wanted to, not just suggested it, because she hadn't anticipated that they would do anything else. What else could they do? When? How many times? Two hour pause after lunch before the next rehearsal, then all night? He fell asleep.

He was awakened by feeling a hand move his back on a breast, a nice firm, round breast. He immediately recognized it as one of his daughters; the only ones like that he had held. His fingers cupped around it. More awake, he remembered that he was in bed with Paula, and suddenly recognized that her - both twins' - nice breasts must be from his genes, more like his mother's than his ex-wife's -- not that he had ever held his mother's. He had seen them once when he was small, however, so small that she changed with him in the room. Funny, that he could suddenly recall that. He chuckled.

"Awake," Paula whispered. 

"Um-hmm," he responded, his thoughts popping back to the present, why he was in bed with her and everything else about that. He repeated his soft response, squeezing her breast with the nice thought that is delightful to wake up knowing that that she wanted him to "sleep" with her. How often had he woken up in that position, wanting to, but having to get up, or worse, his wife - even Louise - telling him that she wasn't in the mood.

"She's still sleeping, ... I think."

"Like you were?"

"Um-hmm. But then I wasn't, but you were."

"Like you want? And me."

"Mmmm! We want?"

"Um-hmm!" 

Her hand squeezed his hand and moved his fingers on her aroused nipple. He chuckled softly and played with it. She nodded with soft hum of approval. She rolled back against him, and he moved back. She moved away, whispering: 

"I want to be on top."

"Um-hmm," he agreed, about to say that her sister had also wanted to be on top, but didn't, just wondering a little about their experience.

He slid closer to her and rolled onto his back, helping her move up on top of him, then thinking that it was logical that identical twins wanted to do the same thing, do it the same way. She did, just not waiting to say that she wanted to kiss and have him suck her breasts. 

Did she kiss just like her sister had? Too good to let him think about a comparison! But, of course, sucking and nibbling on her nipples was the same: four identical nipples! Then his cock was wanting to get between her thighs, and she let it, just like her sister had. But then she did murmur: 

"It wants to," the same words her sister had used.

He nodded with long hum, looking forward to feeling his cock slip into a pussy as slick and tight as her sister's. When had he had three orgasms in one night? Never with two pussies. Then she surprised his expectation that she would do what her sister had done. She drew up her knees and raised her hips, letting his cock spring forward, and reached down and found it with her hand. Did she have more experience? She pushed it back and rocked her hips, rubbing it between the open lips of her pussy, finding her vagina. 

But then it was again like with her sister, both of them moaning, as she lowered her hips. In the early morning light, he could see her aroused expression. Her pussy squeezed his cock, and it surged in response, making them both moan again. She dropped down on him, finding his mouth with hers, and they kissed again, feeling cock and pussy respond. 

She glanced over at the other bunk, and he did, seeing that Klara was apparently still sleeping. Paula looked back at him with smile, and then surprised him again. She started to sit up, holding a finger to her lips, just in time for him to stifle his moan in response to feel his cock slip even deeper in her tight pussy, that squeezed it again. She grinned at him with a very soft chuckle, holding her finger to her lips again, and began to rock her hips to and fro on his, moving his cock in her pussy. God, it felt arousing! And for her too, her eyelids clenched shut, her lips pressed together to keep for moaning. 

Where had she learned that, with whom, he wondered. Louise and another woman had preferred to be on top, but they hadn't done that. He almost moaned; it was feeling so arousing. She -- his so young and nubile daughter -- had more experience than he had or they had or her sister had!

She opened her eyes, looking down at him, but not looking as though she were really seeing him, as her hips continued to rock. He was seeing her, recognizing that one of his daughters was fucking him with an aroused expression on her face that he had never seen before; both of them were so completely aroused by what they were feeling in her pussy, his cock twitching in its clasps. 

Then her hips stilled - to his relief. She smiled slightly, her eyes now focusing on his. He nodded, wondering if his expression had also been so aroused. She nodded in response and glanced over at her sister. She still seemed to be sleeping, unaware of what they were doing. Paula grinned at him and held her finger to her lips again, and then began to rock her hips again, not just to and fro, now churning them in circles on his cock. She couldn't suppress completely an aroused moan, and he couldn't either. 

Did she know how aroused he was, even after having come twice already?! Was she just as aroused? She had done this before -- with whom? Did she want him to come already?! Could she too? Want to, too?! Without really fucking -- up and down on his cock? She had that aroused, blank expression again. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to control his arousal. 

Thank God, her hips had stilled again! He opened his eyes. She was grinning at him. He sighed, returning her grin. She held her finger to her lips again. He nodded, and they looked over at Klara again. She still seemed to be asleep. They grinned at each other again. Then she chuckled softly, shushing him again. He nodded with slight smile. 

She smirked and then really surprised him; her hand dropped down to her pussy. Only one thing it could want to do there; she was going to do that?! She did; her fingers found her clitoris. He had licked and nibbled on it, knew how sensitive it was! She wanted to make herself come -- without him?! 

He hadn't anticipated how her vagina would respond to her rubbing herself, but he felt how his cock then did, moaning louder than before. Paula was also moaning, again with her aroused expression. He clenched his eyes shut again. 

They didn't see Klara open her eyes, then wider eyes, staring at them. Nor did they hear her snort of surprise and murmured: "Like that?!" She smiled very wryly, and slipped out of bed. She snorted silently at sight of their panties and his shorts on the floor, and went to the bathroom, shoving the door as closed as she could without its latching. It only dampered the aroused moans of the other two. 

She used the toilet, not flushing, then murmured to herself: "She did," and began to rub her pussy. The moans became less restrained, and she moaned with them. She leaned back on the toilet and moved her hips forward, and her other hand slid between her spread thighs, one and then two fingers slipping into her pussy. 

Paula and her father were moaning even louder. He groaned, just able to control his first ejaculation for a moment, but then he came. How he came! He had never been so aware of how a vagina milked his cock when he was fucking, pumping it in and out. His daughter had to teach him that?! With her so tight pussy?! Fuck! Had she come? She must know that he had, if she had that much experience.




Identical Twins and Father Ch. 02



She hadn't, but her sister had, a little surprised by the white semen on her fingers, then chuckling and smirking to herself. 

Paula had not. She dropped down on him, demanding softly: 

"Fuck!" and rocking her hips.

He did, wondering when he had last had two orgasms in succession, with his cock still in her pussy, before he was married. Could he still? Not so important; he had to give his daughter hers; she knew too much about sex to be satisfied with less or feign one. 

They were suddenly disturbed by the sound of the shower. They didn't have to glance over at the other bunk, but did. They both snorted. She rocked her hips again and murmured: 

"Fuck!" 

They did. He only cared about giving her so well deserved orgasm, but then they both came, not quite simultaneously. When their gasps and moans died down, Klara called from the bathroom: 

"Now we're even, Paula."

"Um-hmm, very!"

He rubbed her ass, and she kissed him, repeating: 

"Very!"

"Um-hmm, very! Hm-hmm! If you can say that, I'm all fucked out."

Paula snickered with a nod. From the bathroom, they hear: 

"You'd better not be!"

They all snickered, Paula nodding with a grin, and the two of them got up and crowded in the bathroom; Klara still in the shower, Paula on the toilet, he peeing in the small washbasin. The girls chuckled and agreed together: 

"Haven't seen that before."

"Hmm? Surprising, having an inkling of what else you have done."

"Just not that," Paula replied, reaching out and rubbing his ass.

"Want us to tell you?" Klara asked in a facetious tone.

"Hmm? I don't know. Paula surprised me."

"Me too," Klara replied, grinning at her sister.

"Martin," Paula replied with a grin.

"Martin?" he asked.

"Marie's older brother."

"You slept with him?" Klara asked.

"Didn't sleep, of course."

"I guess not!"

He kept out of the conversation, recalling that Marie had been a grade school girl in their class. Klara pursues the subject: 

"And did it like that with him, like you were doing with Pops?"

He moved back in the doorway to leave more space for the two girls, now only slightly surprised at their referring to him with their expression for their father. Paula nodded grinning, also at him, and said: 

"You saw us? Finish your shower and I'll tell you." 

"You did with Marie' brother?" Klara asks, still in disbelief, getting her towel and stepping out of the shower. Paula squeezes passed her, nodding again with a grin. He enjoys watching the one dry herself and the other one wash, listening.

"Funny," Paula starts: "he thought I was you. We both sort of had a crush on him, when we were fourteen, the nearest boy around that looked like a man." 

"Um-hmm, we did."

"What did you do to let him think that I was you?"

"Hm-hmm! We kissed once, better than with the boys our age, once, a year later."

"Never told me."

"Even twins have some secrets. And ...?"

"My good luck! So a couple of months ago, end of Christmas vacation,I went over to see Marie. She wasn't home, shopping with her mother, but he was, home from college, I didn't correct him when he called me Klara, and, well, he assumed that you would want to kiss him again. I had no problem with that. We did, real good, and ..., well, you can imagine the rest. When I let him hold my boob -- I wanted him to -- and, well, he wasn't so sure how far we would go, but when I murmured that I was on the pill, ... like that, his suggestion. Oooh! It was good, like with you, Pops."

She smiled at him, and he smiled back with a nod. Klara muttered: 

"You could have told, wouldn't have to have told me with whom."

"Now Pops knows; you can with him."

He nodded, before Klara looked to see his agreement. She grinned, and he did, nodding again. Paula snickered, grinning at Klara, and added: 

"And if Martin is around over Easter, you know what he'll be wanting to. Hm-hmm! He thought you did it real good."

They all chuckled, the girls grinning, he with a wry expression, then remarking: 

"Now that that is settled, finish washing; I have to too, and shave. And wear bras, even though I know they don't make much difference."

The girls nodded, grinning, both jiggling their breasts with their hands.

They weren't the first ones to breakfast with the rest of choir, sitting separately. He answered a remark about his not coming early by explaining that he had made the mistake of waiting for the girls to finish their showers first. When he realized that his remark about showers could suggest more intimacy, he was relieved when another man nodded and said something about women taking so long in the bathroom. 

The morning's rehearsal didn't keep him from wondering what the three of them would do after lunch. At lunch, the girls chose to sit with him. Everyone knew that he and their mother were divorced, so that was all right, their taking the opportunity be together. If they only knew how, he thought. They managed to talk about the requiem they were rehearsing and other harmless subjects. It got a little sticky, when they talked about school and classmates, but they survived that without expressions that could suggest anything to others at the table, but they understood them. 

They separated after returning their plates to the kitchen, but not without veiled smirks. As the girls went away, not directly to their room, he suddenly calculated: about eleven in the evening with them both; three o'clock with Klara; seven, with Paula. Four hours, and now it was a little past one o'clock, six hours since he had. He didn't want to use an expression for what "he had" in the company of other choir members, but then remembered that "he had" twice with Paula - in Paula! He turned away from the others to avoid anyone's seeing his cheeks flush.

When his blush faded, and he was outside in the fresh air, he snorted to himself, risking a smirk, as he thought - a little proudly - it shouldn't be a problem to come a couple of more times before the next rehearsal. Anything the girls wanted, what would they want, anything he couldn't imagine? He returned to their room by another outside door.

"Oh, there you are, finally," one of the twins remarked. 

Before the previous night, he would have assumed that she was Paula, who usually spoke first, but now he wasn't sure; Klara had been equally direct after they had gotten their clothes off. The girls still had theirs on, but with grins they immediately plucked at a blouse button. He nodded with a slight smirk, and they all started to unbutton. One of the girls didn't have to brush a hand over her erect nipple to call his attention to it; he had already noticed - the other three too - and also felt his cock's anticipation. 

What did they want to do? Had the two of them already decided, agreed? Probably something they both could do with him. They were all getting undressed. As he took off his pants, a little pleased that they could see that his cock was pressing against his shorts, he remembered the talk about the guys' confusing them and asked: 

"If Roger and Martin can't tell you apart, is there any way one can?"

"You can't?"

"When you use each other's name."

The girls chuckled, glancing at each other with smirks. One asked: 

"Does it matter?"

"Hmm? Not really, not here."

They are all down to just their underwear, the girls about to unhook their bras. They glance at each other again, shaking their heads slightly, and then both smirk at him. One replied: 

"One of us has a little mole."

"Where you can't see it any more."

"Could have, when we were little."

They both smirked again, their bras sliding down their arms. He nodded, appreciating again the sight of their bare breasts. Their nipples had already popped out, but when they saw him look at them, they blushed slightly. He smiled, liking that they had blushed, and replied: 

"Yeah, now I remember, but have forgotten which one."

"Only one way to find out," one of them said, grinning at her sister. 

They stripped their panties down, and he, his shorts. The girls hummed with smiles. The other sister remarked: 

"Like our nipples." 

"Um-hmm," he agreed, pleased that his cock was standing out from his balls, but recognizing that he would have to use the toilet. 

"Which one?" he asked. 

"Me, but if you can't remember ..." one replied with a grin, her finger apparently finding it in her light brown pubic hair.

"Doesn't matter," he replied, nodding with a grin, adding: 

"I have to go, first." 

"We have," the other twin replied, as he went to the bathroom. 

He could still aim down at the toilet, not worrying about their his stream splash in the water in the toilet bowl, rather liking that they could, then wondering if they had washed their pussies. If they hadn't, he thought, that wasn't going to bother him. Not with his ex-wife but with Louise, he had often licked her pussy, despite her warning that she hadn't washed. He washed his cock. 

"We did too," a voice from the room remarked. 

Then he heard them chuckling, again wondering what they wanted to do. Had they washed, because they wanted him to lick their pussies? Which one's? Klara's this time? But they could fool him, like they had Roger. Didn't matter; their choice. And Paula had wanted to suck his cock; they should be agreed. But if Klara insisted on wanting to - yeah, say it - fuck him like Paula had? But then she wouldn't want to have to help herself again. Their choice. 

His cock was less aroused, when he returned to the room. The girls grinned, and one said: 

"Oh, that's nice. I like it when it's like that - at first." 

Paula? But her twin nodded with a grin, then said: 

"And I want you to find my little mole! Hm-hmm! Not just it!" 

He snorted with wry grin, nodding: 

"Never thought it would be so pleasant to make both my daughters happy."

He and the girls all caught their breath for an instant at his remark. Then they snorted slightly, nodding, and one of his daughters replied softly: 

"And we think it is nice that our Pops does." 

Her twin nodded with a mild smile and gestured for him to lie down. He did, following them with his eyes as they joined him on the bed, only sure that the one who was beginning to straddle his face was the one with little mole. She must be Klara; it seemed to unlikely that they would both want to do what they had the night before. 

She wanted to let him find the little mole, not lowering her pussy on his mouth, holding it up closer over his eyes with a chuckle. Her sister was also chuckling, fondling his balls. She must be Paula; Klara hadn't done that. He remembered where her finger had been and saw the little brown spot through her hair, and grasped her hips and moved them, trying to find it his tongue. She snickered with a nod, and then moved her pussy over his mouth. 

But he wanted to see it first, pushing her hips up. Her sister was watching, chuckling, and murmured: 

"Looks just like mine." 

"Mmmm! Lovely!" he murmured: "Both of them!" 

"Like your cock." 

He felt her tongue lick up it, moaning when it tickled behind its knob. When it twitched, she chuckled knowingly. Her sister pressed her hips down on his mouth. It felt for his tongue as good as it look. Better; it didn't just feel good, also tasted so good, already moist; and his cock was in a warm, moist mouth! 

When Klara - Klara? - began to moan, he forced her twitching hips up and murmured: 

"Not so loud." 

"Try not too," she muttered, rocking her hips. 

His tongue was back on her now even wetter pussy. He couldn't forget what her sister was doing with his cock in her mouth, her fingers still trying to fondle his balls in his tight sack, but he felt his greater obligation to give the pussy its orgasm, hearing her trying to suppress her more aroused moans. Had Paula - Paula? - understood; her tongue still, her fingers scratching to grip a wrinkle of his sack? 

What a sensitive clitoris?! Making her pelvis twitch it on his tongue! Was her sister watching? They both knew how to do it, knew what the other wanted! Better than he did? He had done it good enough so that they had agreed last night that he had done it good. Don't start to do that again on my cock! 

He tried to ignore what his cock was wanting to do. Above him, he heard a gasp and had to restrain the jerks of her hips with his hands to keep his tongue on her clitoris, as his chin felt warm pussy juice, and he heard another gasp and unrestrained, long moan. He also moaned in empathy, but then in response to what his cock was feeling. 

The hips slid back off his mouth, and he heard moaning sighs, but his were from what his cock was feeling. God, it felt so arousing! And now he could just enjoy his pending orgasm, sure that she wanted it, wanted him to shoot his semen in her mouth, to let her taste it! 

His hips twitched. She nodded. His hips rocked. She let his cock thrust deeper in her mouth. He groaned, and then a long spurt shot out of his throbbing cock. She moaned, and moaned again with each following spurt. 

Why did he need to fuck his daughters, when they could make him come so good?!! Maybe not quite so good as he could that way, why he had to fuck them. In their so tight pussies! 

He moaned, and his cock-sucking daughter moaned, and his pussy-licked daughter moaned, all sighing. His cock slipped out, his now loose balls being fondled. The other sister slid her hips down his body and found his mouth with hers, kissing and then licking around it. She chuckled softly and murmured: 

"I hope you like the way I taste as much as I do, as much as she does."

"As much as I do, both of you," he heard her sister enjoined. 

"And you too," her sister agreed.

"And I do, both of you too," he added. 

"And that you do," one of them replied with a hum.

"This is just so good, Pops!" the other added. 

"We just love you!

"We do!" 

While he was trying to digest their so emphatic agreement, his twin daughters were moving to lie on each side of him, rolling closer over him, their thighs urging his to let theirs slip down between theirs. He rolled his apart, letting them squeeze them, as he put his arms around them, under their heads, hugging them. They slid their arms around him, hugging him with their hands around his waist.

"I love you both too, just not sure it should be like this." 

His hands slid over their sides, finding their breasts, suggesting that he wasn't too bothered by his "like this," especially when he squeezed them. 

"As long as you do that." 

"Um-hmm," her sister agree, both hugging him again.

"Too late to deny it," he murmured, rubbing their nipples -- till then soft nipples. 

They all chuckled, nodding, humming softly for a few moments. When his fingers inadvertently move again, and their nipples popped out again, he murmured: 

"Didn't mean to do that."

"Why not, if they wanted to?"

"Felt good."

"Um-hmm, it did," he agreed, and circled them with his fingers.

They all chuckled again, and his fingers continued to trace around their stiff nipples, over the goose bumps. Klara hummed and then said: 

"Why are we going to do now? I know what I want to do."

"You would," Paula replied. 

"You would too, but you already have." 

During their brief exchange, that made clear that Klara wanted to sit on him, rocking her hips like Paula had before breakfast, he wondered if they should - should and then go straight back to rehearse with the rest of the choir. Klara rubbed his side and repeated her question: 

"What are we going to do now?" looking up at him. 

His fingers had stilled. He hesitated a moment and then replied: 

"Take a walk. Oh, I want to too, just have trouble with then going straight back to be with the others." 

Klara made soft disappointed noise. Paula nodded. He added: 

"And it would be good for us to be seen outside, not to mention the fresh air and a little exercise."

"Oh, what I want to do would be a little exercise," Klara responded, giggling.

"But no fresh air," Paula replied with a chuckle.

"You could take a walk by yourself, and we could stay here."

Paula pursed her lips at Klara across his chest.

"And let me wonder during the rehearsal what you might have been doing?" he asked, then added in his fatherly tone: 

"Wash my face and take a walk," having to chuckle at his remembering why he had to wash his face. 

The girls had also chuckled. They all got up, and he did, and they got dressed again and took their walk. He let them squeeze his hands once and exchange veiled smirks with them, but then shoved his hands in his pant pockets. They managed to talk about school, their senior year, but interspersed with slight grins, never when when they were near others. As they were about to reenter the building, Klara smirked at him and murmured: 

"Just don't forget what I want to do."

"Hmm! I'll try to, and during supper and the rehearsal this evening." 

"But we don't have to sit around so long after that."

They all nodded slightly and joined the others going to the rehearsal room.

He could only try to forget, glad that the girls didn't approach him during the coffee break. They also didn't for supper, but it was more difficult not to remember during supper, seeing them chatting with the other younger people, Were they also wondering what might have happened if they had had a room alone? Oh, they couldn't have just jumped in bed with the two guys; the guys wouldn't have done it, not all four of them in one room. Or would they have?! Would that have been more surprising than their both jumping in bed with their Pops?! Hardly! Poor guys, they didn't know what they were missing; he was thinking about it. He tried to catch up with the conversation at his table.

After the evening rehearsal, they had to sit with the others for a while, since someone always had a humorous talk to entertain the group. This time it was Peter, another bass, with a long poem, parodying the text of the choir's concert the previous summer. While he was drinking his second beer, he saw the girls excuse themselves at their table. When they glanced at him, he raised his glass, nodding at his bottle, and they left. He rejoined the conversation, trying just to sip at his beer, rather than drinking faster to hurry after them. 

He was very pleased when an older man at the table said that he was going to bed. When he then did, someone else did, and the three of them finished the last of their beers. As they were leaving the table, heading towards their rooms, all in the same wing of the build, he said that he wanted to get some fresh air, and turned to the door to the terrace, wishing them good night. He was relieved that they only returned his words and didn't join him. 

In the fresh air and dark, he could give his thoughts free rein. Were the girls already going to be naked? What was Paula going to do? Klara was going to sit on him - admit it, fuck him! And he, her too. And Paula? She could sit on his face, but he didn't want to have to do anything to deter from his pleasure at being fucked like that again. Oh, he wasn't favoring Klara; Paula and he had done it that way so good, but it would be so nice to be able to whisper to Klara how good it was feeling. And for sure, he was going to be able to come twice again. Mmmm! Letting her rub herself until they both did, and then really fucking, their hips slapping together until they came again! 

His fingers in his pocket gathered up his engorged cock, holding it. He heard the door behind him open. Good thing that he was holding his cock, rather than having let bulge against his pants. He said good night to the other person, that he had had enough fresh air, and returned to the corridor. 

But what about Paula? At least, she knew what Klara and he were going to do. When he unlocked the door, he was surprised that it was dark in the room. 




Identical Twins and Father Ch. 02



"We're here," then one of them said. He chuckled and closed the door before he turned on the light. He was less surprised to see them lying in bed together, already naked, a delightful sight. They grinned impishly. 

"You are." 

"Um-hmmmm!" they both responded, nodding. This time, they didn't blush at having him see their aroused nipples. 

"Paula wanted to draw straws with me."

"Not really. If I had won, I knew you would show him your little mole. We shouldn't have told him about it."

He was already getting undressed as he remarked: 

"And fool me, like you did Roger and Martin?"

"Oh, we wouldn't have, really," Paula replied, adding: "I was just wondering what I was going to do."

"I was to, on the way here."

Klara grinned again, remarking: 

"That's good, ... I mean, that you remembered you'd promise to with me."

"Too often."

"Oooh! That's good too!" she added with a grin, when she saw his still somewhat engorged cock, then snickering and saying: 

"I hope it wasn't like that every time you did."

Paula snorted with a wry smile, remarking: 

"Me too. I don't even want to watch you two. I'll get on the top bunk. Hm-hmm! But don't think I'll stay there all night."

Klara grinned, agreeing that that was a good idea. He also said that it was, to use the sheets on the bunk. They chuckled, and Paula stood up, smirking as she step close to him and rubbed her nipples on him. She grinned up at him, putting her arms around him, and said: 

"But you can give me a goodnight kiss -- a first one!"

He embraced her, and they kissed, she not releasing him until his cock was pressing against her. She snickered at her success, releasing him and letting his cock stand out. She murmured: 

"If she doesn't do it good enough, you know where I'll be."

"I heard that, watched you - had to watch you. I will. Thanks for showing me."

He and Paula nodded, smiling at her. Then he playfully slapped Paula's ass and asked if she needed help up the ladder to the upper bunk. She said she did, giving him the opportunity to fondle her ass and run his hands down her legs. As she was lying down, she grinned and said: 

"Maybe I will watch, just to make sure. If it's better than just listening to you, like last night, it should be even more arousing."

"I hope so," Klara replied with a grin. 

He nodded and went in the bathroom, using the washbasin instead of the toilet, then surprised to see Klara crowd in behind him to watch. She chuckled, glancing up at his face in the mirror, and murmured: 

"About like I expected." 

"You two saw me go, when you were little."

"But I didn't know then why boys weren't like girls."

"You sure do now, better than I thought, but I'm not complaining."

As he was washing his now no longer engorged cock, she snickered and murmured: 

"I know how I want to make stiff again," and licked her lips. 

"Any way you want, just don't forget what you really want to do, 'cause I'm not going to stop you."

"Mmmm! Hm-hmm! I'll try not to," she replied, rubbing his ass.

They returned to the room. Paula asked: 

"Never seen a boy pee before?"

"Don't brag. How many have you seen," Klara rebutted.

"Only one, you too, when we were five."

"Forgot that; it doesn't count. Besides, Pops said we saw him when we were little."

"You let us, wanted us to?"

"Just toddlers at the time; I didn't see any reason to send you out of the bathroom, when I had to go after your bath."

Both girls smiled and replied almost in unison: 

"I remember them," one adding: 

"Playing in the water in the tub together, ..."

"But we don't remember that." 

"No," the other agreed. 

"Well, I guess I was thinking that you should see that boys were different, but apparently you still wanted to find out a couple of years later."

"And it still surprised us," one replied, the other one adding: 

"He had a sister, probably knew already, ..." 

"Yeah, I think he wanted to show us," her sister enjoined. 

"Hm-hmm! Um-hmm, he did! It was his idea that we should take off all our clothes to go to the bathroom."

"And you did," he suggested.

"After he did." 

They all chuckled, smiling. Both girls glanced at his now flaccid cock. Paula chuckled again and said: 

"Before I ask for another good night kiss, turn out the light and go to bed. ... And don't do anything I wouldn't!"

They all snickered, and she lay back. He and Klara smiled at each other, nodding. He murmured: 

"That would be difficult," and turned to find the light switch. 

Before he had, Klara had turned on the little reading lamp at the head of the bunk. When he joined her, she was already kneeling at the foot of the bed with a little smile, nodding for him to lie down, agreeing with a soft moan, when he immediately extended his legs past her knees. 

His cock was less flaccid, as her fingers touched it, slipping under it, then even less than flaccid, when she glanced up from it to his face with dilated eyes, despite the lamp's shining at her. He smiled very slightly, and she did, her fingers moving under his cock. They both nodded, moaning softly. When she looked back down at it and began to lower her face, she hardly had to lift it to her lips. When her tongue slipped under it, it had to follow it, as it rose further. Her tongue wagged on it there, and then she had to slip her lips around it, to keep it from twitching up past her nose. 

He moaned, as it twitched in her warm mouth, her tongue caressing it. She moaned in response with a slight nod, sucking and caressing it. 

As she continued, their exchanging moans, he remembered that he had told her that he was not going to remind her that she really wanted to do something else, and certainly not, as long as she was so obviously enjoying what she was doing, moaning with him and nodding. If she really wanted it this way, to have it in her mouth - his cock wanted to let her - they could still do it the other way. After this morning with Paula, he was confident that he could come twice. It would still be so good, maybe not twice in her pussy then, but if she wanted first to feel his cock spurt in her mouth full and taste his semen, he certainly wasn't going to deprive her of her pleasure -- and his! He moaned, encouraging her. 

He wanted to tell her how good it was feeling, how aroused he was, but didn't, not wanting distract her and maybe suggest that she recall what else she wanted to do. Maybe she had also changed her mind about sucking his cock just as a preliminary. He moaned again, feeling his cock surge in her bobbing mouth again. Anything she wanted! He hoped she did! 

She did! He gasped and groaned. When his semen spurted strongly in her mouth, this time she didn't hesitate a moment, just moaning deeply and continuing to suck and move her head, as they both moaned in response to his cock's spurting again and again. 

"Who needed to fuck?!" he thought, feeling her slavering his semen around her mouth. He knew, however, before she dove up on him, raising her hips and guiding his cock to her pussy before it could relax. Fuck! She did! And his cock didn't complain, surging, as her tight but already so slippery wet and warm pussy slid down on it, feeling it contract even tighter around his cock. 

She moaned, and he did, and then her mouth was on his, waiting for him to let her tongue slip into it. When it did, it wasn't just her tongue that slipped in, also a dollop of his semen. He wanted to taste it too, even though it was a little unexpected. After their tongues had share it, and he had swallowed, she retrieved her tongue and murmured: 

"I just couldn't stop. Fuck me."

He did, until he was sure that his cock also wanted to again. Hard for it not to in her tight, squeezing pussy. 

Paula had been listening to their moans, holding her breast and pussy as she looked up at the ceiling. When she heard him grunt, she almost came herself, but then was distracted, when she heard what her sister had murmured. She gave up, letting go of her breast and switching hands on her pussy, rolling on her side, supporting her head with the hand that had been in her pussy, so that she could look down from the upper bunk. 

She saw her twin sister lying on their father and nodded with a smile, as she saw their hips moving. She propped her thigh up and let two fingers slip into her pussy. Then she saw her sister's hips stilled, pressed down on his, and heard her, then him, murmur: 

"Wasn't sure it would still want to."

"Wasn't either, but now, I think."

"When I do this?"

"Especially!"

"Mmmm! For me too. Wasn't sure you could feel it."

"Your pussy squeezing my cock?"

"Um-hmm! Hmm, should tell your daughter that."

"Don't tell me, but if it does ...?"

"It does."

"Um-hmm!"

"Your cock shouldn't do that either."

"If your pussy makes it?"

"Want's it to." 

Paula's pussy was also wanting some thing more from her fingers in it. They moved, as she listened, hearing her father: 

"Before it forgets. You weren't supposed to make it that hard for him before."

"'Make it hard for him'? He couldn't have been harder."

"No. but if you want to keep him that way, you'd better do more."

"Oh, I do, ... a lot! Hm-hmm!" 

Paula nodded with a grin, seeing Klara draw her knees up passed his hips and sit up. She saw his hand quickly slip down to help his cock back in her pussy. 

Klara sank down on it, nodding, and murmured: 

"Better fuck again, first."

Paula watched her sister ride up and down on his cock a few time, then that she grinned with a nod, imagining that his cock had twitched in her pussy, that it was again fully aroused. Her father confirmed her impression, nodding with a chuckle and murmuring: 

"Now what you really wanted to try. It's going to be good. Maybe even better, take longer now." 

Klara had already begun to rock her hips, just nodding again, hardly smiling. Paula nodded, and her fingers began again to churn in her pussy. When the others moaned, she wanted to, too, but remembered that she wasn't supposed to be watching. It looked as though her sister had forgotten what else she could do, and her father also seemed to have forgotten. Both of them were moaning softly as their stomachs expanded and contract with long, deep breaths. When he fondle Klara's breasts, Paula wanted to hold one of hers again, but didn't move, too fascinated by watching them. 

He moaned in response to the arousing sensations on his cock, recalling that Louise liked to do that too, but Klara's tight pussy couldn't let him forget that he was fucking his daughter, or rather, she was fucking him, her clutching pussy making his cock twitch as she rocked her hips to and fro. She could just do that as long as she wanted, as long as they both could stand it. But they were in no hurry, the longer the better. When his hips wanted to rock, he slid his hands down and held her hips still and murmured: 

"Not yet." 

"Uhn," she responded, then nodded, agreeing: "Um-hmm."



Identical Twins and Father Ch. 03



He moaned in response to the arousing sensations on his cock, recalling that Louise, with whom he lived, also liked to be on top, but Klara's tight pussy couldn't let him forget that he was fucking his daughter, or rather, she was fucking him, her clutching pussy making his cock twitch as she rocked her hips to and fro. She could just do that as long as she wanted, as long as they both could stand it. They were in no hurry, the longer the better. When his hips wanted to rock, he slid his hands down and held her hips still and murmured: 

"Not yet." 

"Uhn," she responded, then nodded, agreeing: "Um-hmm."

She opened her eyes, nodding again with a slight smile, then murmuring: 

"Almost too good? For me too."

He nodded, and they rested, exchanging more relaxed smiles. When she chuckled and consciously squeezed his cock, he made his cock twitch, and they chuckled softly. Then he initiated it, and her pussy responded, both chuckling softly again. 

Klara's twin, Paula, smiled wryly to herself and rolled back quietly and held her breast. She thought she knew what they were doing - she did. Silently, she aroused herself, hoping she would hear from them enough to imagine what else they would do, since she couldn't see them from the top bunk on the other side of the room. 

After exchanging chuckles again, he moved his hands on Klara's hips, suggesting that she move them again. She nodded with a grin and did, to and fro again. When his hands suggested she rocking them sideways, She nodded again with an "um-hmm," and did. He moaned in appreciation, and she did, both nodding. 

Paula, also nodded and moved her fingers in her pussy a little more actively, squeezing her aroused nipple. When she heard her father murmur: "Oooh! Like that too," she raised her head and shoulders enough to look down and that her sister was churning her hips on his cock. She dropped back with grin and tried to emulate with her fingers in her pussy what she imagined her sister was feeling in hers. When she heard them both moan, she had to, too, hoping that it was too soft for them to hear. 

Maybe it wasn't, but they were both moaning, too involved with each other to notice, looking in each others' eyes with aroused expressions. Her hands had found her breasts, her fingers clasped around them.

He was wondering if it was being so good because he was fucking his daughter, or because she was fucking him better than he could remember, like her sister had. Oh, it was wrong to fuck his daughters, but more wrong for them, if they thought it was so good because they were fucking their Pops. That was definitely wrong! "Fuck it!" he thought, recognizing that his mental expletive was just too appropriate; they were doing it. 

His hips twitched, his cock surging in her clutching pussy. He held her hips still again. She nodded with another moan, squeezing her breasts, then murmuring again: 

"Almost too much again."

"Um-hmm, very much 'almost'." 

Paula nodded with a frown, letting her fingers relax; she had been wanting to have her orgasm with them. Then she smiled slightly, consoling herself with the thought that they still would, that she then also could. She squeezed her breast, then suddenly wondered: had Klara and her Pops forgotten that she had also rubbed her clitoris, like she had with Roger, no first with Martin, but then - she grinned - also had with Roger, much to his surprise, but he sure hadn't complained! She listened, her fingers moving a little in her pussy, hearing them moaning softly. Then she grinned when she heard her father murmur: 

"She did that too."

"Oh? Mmmm, yeah, almost forgot, hm-hmm!" Klara whispered, adding: "Want me to?"

"Made me come, just sitting still, her ... well, you know, not just 'almost too much'." 

"Did she, too?"

Paula almost blurted out: She did! She just grinned, nodding, so pleased that her Pops - her sister too, of course - hadn't forgotten that Klara should also do that too, that he had remembered how good that had been, her making her pussy clutch his throbbing cock, milking it, making it spurt in her pussy, letting her feel it spurt without the additional, distracting sensations of his cock moving in and out, just twitching, surging, throbbing, wanting to come and then letting her feel it and feel her own orgasm! Her fingers weren't going to be able to make her come that good, but they were going to try. As they started, she heard him reply: 

"And how! God, it was good! I hadn't imagined what went on in there when a girl was doing that."

"Like that?"

"Umm! Um-hmm, but better; didn't know that I would, just from what she was doing without moving her hips. ... Oooh! Hm-hmm! I think she did a little, couldn't help it." 

"Probably, but not like - you know ..."

"Like I was before?"

"Um-hmm."

Klara nodded, hardly smiling. Her hips rocked a little, as her hand slid down, and her fingers crept through their pubic hair and found her clitoris. When they started to rub, her hips stilled. She moaned softly, and then he did, still looking in each others' eyes, but then without seeing them, as they both were consumed by the arousing sensation her pussy was giving them. His hands found her breasts again.

Paula was seeking the same sensations her sister was having. She moaned with them, no longer trying to avoid their hearing her. 

Many moans later, his turned to unrestrained grunts, his hips twitching up. When they rocked strongly, moving Klara, she gave a deeper, long pulsing moan, and then another one, when his hips thrust up again, then a couple more, until his grunts and hips ceased. His hair was wet from her orgasm.

Paula's fingers were wet from her own. She sucked them, knowing they would taste as good as her sister's pussy after her orgasms. She didn't hear her drop down on him, but did hear her wet kiss, their wet kiss, and their moans in conformation that it had been so good. She smiled slightly, liking that her twin sister could enjoy what she had with their father, then wondering if they would also fuck again, like she had with him. If they did, then she could again. She listened, her hand returning to her pussy, just cupped around it. 

"Oh Pops, that was so good!"

"It sure was, thank you, Sweetie."

Paula started at hearing his using the expression he had used for them both when they were kids and said: 

"Me too; we were both your Sweetie."

"Of course, you both are, maybe a little different now," he replied.

Paula heard movement on the bed and then her sister's disappointed: 

"Oh, it slipped out."

Paula rolled over and looked down, seeing that her sister had extended her legs, lying flat on their father; they weren't going to do it again.

"'Fraid so," he murmured: "It was just so good."

"Hmm? Maybe I shouldn't have before."

"But that was also so good."

"For me too."

"Sweet, that you liked it, ... sweet of you."

"Hm-hmm! It isn't sweet, but I still wanted it."

"Very sweet of you." 

Paula couldn't stand just listening to them and had to say something: 

"Very sweet of you to let us; I like it too."

They both looked up in surprise. Klara replied: 

"You were supposed to be sleeping."

"Having to hear you both? Had to look a little."

"Hmm?! Hope you enjoyed yourself," Klara replied.

"Hm-hmm! Me too," he added with a grin.

"Tried to, couldn't have been as good."

"Should have slept," Klara responded, smirking at her sister and adding: "It couldn't have been." 

"Just remember that I showed you how," Paula said.

"Oh yes! Thank you!" 

Klara smiled up at her sister. He nodded and added: 

"And thank you, too. It couldn't have been better, I mean, wasn't better than with you."

Paula nodded, then smirked and remarked: 

"Not for nothing are we twins."

"What I meant," he added. 

They all chuckled, smiling, and agreeing that they should go to the bathroom. He and Klara got up, and Paula sat up, dangling her legs over the side of the upper bunk. When he looked to see why she wasn't moving to use the ladder, she grinned and said: 

"Catch me!" 

He started. She waited for him to step closer, then jumped down with her hands on his shoulders to help him, then sliding them around his neck. His arms automatically embraced her, their bodies pressed together, her firm breasts against his chest. She smiled and pursed her lips. They kissed, as good as they had before, but his cock didn't respond. She retrieved her tongue and murmured: 

"I guess not, after what you both did."

"You can sleep with him," Klara suggested, then adding softly: 

"But I want to sometime."

For a moment, they all looked at each other, suddenly reminded by her "sometime" that it was very unlikely that she could, that there would ever again be a situation in which she could. He murmured: "I hope so," smiling slightly at her. 

She nodded, but looked doubtful. Paula then murmured: 

"Then you sleep with Pops tonight, I did last night."

"No, you should, ... you know, your having to just listen to us."

"No, you do, I think you should." 

Before Klara could reply, he chuckled. The girls looked at him, shrugging questioningly. He grinned with another chuckle and said: 

"I just had a funny thought: some kind of talk show with parents of identical twins. Then the moderator looks around at them and asks: 'Is really true that identical twins never argue?' The couples look around, nodding, or shrugging, then telling about situations in which they thought that their twins might have, but did not. The others nod their agreement. Then a father, who hadn't spoken, smiles slightly and says that he could remember once when his girls did argue. The others look surprised - perhaps especially his wife - and he suddenly blushes. They all insist that he tell. Blushing more, he finally says: 'Well, once they argued about who should sleep with their Pops, but insisting that the other one should."

The girls had already started to giggle and then laughed. He laughed with them. When they stopped, one and then the other spoke: 

"Oh, Pops, that was good." 

"Um-hmm, but it's not really arguing, if we both want the other one to."

"Just don't ever volunteer for that kind of talk show.

"Oh, I won't," he replied, adding: "more like an interesting dream going out of control."

The girls nodded with smiles. With a more thoughtful expression, he remarked: 

"Maybe to remind me - us - what others think."

The girls then also nodded with equally serious expressions, and one replied: 

"We won't tell," her sister nodding and adding: 

"And avoid your kind of talk shows."

They all smiled mildly, nodding again. His expression brightened, then he smiled and nodded towards the bathroom and said: 

"Anyway; I'll go first and turn out the light, and you two can finish your argument."

The girls almost giggled again, grinning at each other, and he went in the bathroom. When he returned, the lights were off in the room, and the girls told him that they had swapped the covers on the top bunk with the ones on the other bed. One of them went in the bathroom, leaving the door open. Her sister - which one? - just smirked at him in the dim light, and he lay down.

He lay on his side near the wall and waited, wondering if they had already settled their "argument" in whispers. Then both girls were in the bathroom. He could hear them chuckling softly and then that the toilet was flushed. Then the light in the bathroom went out, and he heard them outside its door, whispering: 

"No, you do, told you why before."

"I know, like I did; you do."

"No, you."

He thought they must be assuming that he could overhear them, since they both were avoiding saying something that revealed which reasons they were referring to. This was confirmed when one whispered: 

"He doesn't want to know which of us." 

"So don't say anything to let him know."

"No, you don't. Now go ahead; I know you want to."

"Like you do."

"Um-hmm, but you do."

"Just to please you."

"Kiss." 

As he heard them kissing, he suppressed a chuckle, thinking that was the way identical twins settled their arguments, wishing he could have settle those with his siblings that way, not by kissing his brother - but maybe his sister? The girls were really kissing: hummed chuckles. Then he heard a slap on one's ass. They chuckled again. They had been right, he didn't want to know which of them got in bed with him, just wondering how she would lie down: facing him or with her back to him. 

When he felt her finding the edge of the covers, he raised them with his arm and leg. She slipped into bed with him, facing him, her arm sliding around him as he lowered the cover, his arm around her and his thigh over hers. She chuckled, and he did, then murmuring: 

"Nice way to settle your argument."

"Um-hmm, we kissed long before we did anything else." 

Her sister's voice in the other bed agreed: 

"Yeah, but don't talk so much."

"I won't," she replied, turning her head back. 

Then she held him a little closer with the slightest of chuckles, then pulled the covers up over their heads and whispered: 

"We didn't do anything else until our last birthday, when we could look at that kind of websites."

"You didn't cheat?" Well, we didn't do anything before we were eighteen." 

"Good girls." 

"Hm-hmm, maybe or maybe not: now better or worse?" 

"I don't want to answer that."

"Mmmm! I want be bad and do something good, do something else with my mouth, and for you to, with yours."

"Have to also be bad and try to be good."

"Please!" Klara replied, forgetting to whisper.

Her sister's voice startled them: 

"Stop whispering! Go to sleep or do whatever you want." 

"We will," he replied, hugging her twin.

"Then we can go to sleep," she whispered.

"Me, for sure," he murmured.

Her sister heard the rustle of the covers as her sister crawled around under them, and he moved down to make space for her legs at the head of the bed. She nodded and smiled to herself, cupping her fingers around her pussy and holding her breast, nodding again, when she heard the covers move again, but then it was silent in the room, not quite so silent under the covers. She fell asleep without her fingers doing anything. 

Under the covers of the other bed, there were muffled hums. Most of his soft cock had disappeared in her mouth. His mouth was kissing her pussy, like a first kiss, lips on lips, but then his tongue wanted to be between them. Her pussy didn't have a tongue to respond, but it wanted to, rocking up, inviting his tongue to find its inner lips and then where it could explore deeper. It couldn't suck it in, like a mouth could, but its delightfully arousing taste made up for that, inviting his tongue to try to find more of it. 

Under the covers there was a delighted hum. Her mouth could suck, and her tongue enjoyed exploring as much as his did. His cock still had no taste, but it responded in its own way, the reason for her hum. Then it seemed to be more interesting for her tongue to explore. He hummed in response, feeling it discover the groove around the head of his cock. She hummed again. 

He didn't hear her, but felt the vibrations on his cock, thinking: oh, she had been right to want to try to make his cock want to. And her pussy wanted to, her pelvis rocking forward, wanting his tongue to arouse her already aroused clitoris. 

Her sister could have heard her louder moan in response, but she was already sleeping. 

Then they were both doing all they could to give each other an orgasm, wanting to enjoy each other's with their mouths. Hers tasted so good, before she got to taste his, almost having bitten his cock when he made her forget what she was doing. But then she remembered, and he could enjoy his with undiluted pleasure, grunting as his cock spurted in her mouth, appreciating her warm moans in response. 

She had wanted it so much! They both had, her sister, too! They had to do it again; he had to find a way that they could! Not selfishly, he wanted to let them enjoy all the arousing pleasure they had discovered together. Was she nodding in agreement, still letting him feel her tongue moving. She really loved it, savoring his semen. When she swallowed, her mouth held his cock more firmly for a moment. 

Her sister didn't hear the rustling of the covers, as she crawled back around, and he rolled back, she lying on him. Nor did she hear her murmur: 

"Oh Pops, that was so good! Thank you!"

"And thank you; it was, just wasn't sure it would be."

"Oh, it was. Mmmm! What you did both ways."

"Wicked little girl."

"Hm-umm, not when I can give my Pops so much pleasure."

"And let him too." 

"Especially!" 

She kissed him, her tongue immediately wanting to find his. His did too. After a few seconds, he chuckled and murmured: 

"As good as kissing your sister?"

"Hm-hmm! Almost. Would be, if we just hadn't done that."

"Not better, then?"

"Oh yes, if we knew we were about to do more."

"Um-hmm! Wicked, both of us." 

"All three of us."

"Too wicked - three wicked."

"Hm-hmm! If 'too' is already too much, is 'three' even more too much?"

"Hmm? Unspeakably too much."

"Hm-hmm! Why I didn't want to talk any more before."

"Actions speak louder than words: 'three wicked'."

"Oh, we've got to tell her that!" she exclaimed.

"You do!" her sister complained from the other bed, "now go to sleep and tell me in the morning."

"Oh, sorry, we will," he replied, hugging his other daughter. 

She nodded and gave him a little kiss and slid off him. He moved back and rolled on his side again. She turned with her back to him, and they moved together. Her hand found his before his found her breast, then squeezing his fingers around it. They murmured good night. After three orgasms, he fell asleep, in the most comfortable position a man could -- his last thought.

During the night he rolled back in his sleep. After a dream about an argument with his ex-wife about something about their daughters, he woke up. What the subject of the argument had been seemed to have been immaterial, but the argument reminded him of a couple they had before they separated three years before. Then he remembered where he was, lying in bed with one of the twins - which one - then remembering the discussion before he lay down. The argument in his dream couldn't have been about that, all they had done, but he then recognized that it was, of course, that in his dream his subconscious just couldn't admit that it was. Too late to worry about that, he thought, then remembering the last few words with daughter next to him and corrected: "three late!" smiling wryly to himself. 

She was still slumbering on her side. He rolled back towards her. After a moment, he ventured to put his hand lightly on her hip. She didn't stir; he let it rest there. She only acknowledged it with the softest of hums when she exhaled again, continuing to sleep. He fell asleep again. 

When he woke up again, his arm had slid down around her waist, but it was her hand's finding his and drawing it to her breast that awakened him. Before he was fully awake, he assumed that it was his now partner, Louise, doing it, as she sometimes did. Then his fingers recognized that it wasn't her breast, and he immediately recalled that he was in bed with one of his daughters and everything else, then also recognizing that he had an erection.

Had she felt it, its head nestled between her thighs? He wanted to move it, but didn't, but did hold her breast. 

"Nice," she murmured. 

"Um-hmm." 

"Awake?"

"Now." 

"Nice, like last night."

"Just nice?" he murmured, liking that he could banter with his daughters about what they were doing; his wife had disliked the word, always felt it expressed less than she thought was appropriate when he had used it.




Identical Twins and Father Ch. 03



"Very nice, as nice as it could be ... that way."

"Um-hmmm!" he agreed, liking her implication and thinking it would have been nice - no, whatever word his wife preferred - if she had responded like her daughter did.

He then did rock his hips forward, pressing the head of his cock a little further in the nice warm little space at the top of her thighs. She chuckled and rocked her hips back, murmuring: 

"Also very nice."

"Um-hmm," he agreed, feeling her nipple stiffen in his palm. He squeezed her breast, and they both chuckled softly and rocked their hips again, he moving his closer down behind hers so he could thrust his cock even further in the nice warm little space. She hummed and urged his fingers to find her nipple, humming again, as they fondled it. For a few moments, they exchanged soft hums as their hips rocked together. Then she gave a more aroused hum and turned her head back to whisper: "We didn't forget our pills." 

"Good girls. I want to, too. Are you already wet enough?" he murmured, thrusting his cock as far forward as he could. 

"I hope so." 

"Find out, or make yourself."

"Hm-hmm!" she chuckled softly and slid her hand down from his to her pussy. 

She hummed, rubbing, and then extending her fingers, then nodding with another chuckle. He squeezed her breast, thrusting his cock again, and murmured: 

"Then help me." 

"Like this?" 

"Um-hmm."

"Oooh? Okay." 

She chuckled softly again and reached further between her thighs, finding the head of his cock. As she raised her thigh, he move down the bed a little, liking that she had been surprised that he wanted to fuck her like this, that it was new to her, that she didn't have that much experience - not that she and her sister had too much experience; he loved that they had so much. 

She pressed the head of his cock into her moist opening, and they rocked their hips, making it go a little deeper, both moaning. When he moved his hips closer in behind hers, she kept her fingers on his cock to keep it from slipping out. He grasped her breast and thrust it even deep, making her moan again. He fucked gently. When his cock twitched, her pussy tightened, and they exchanged more moans. Her hand had returned to his on her breast. 

For a while, they enjoyed a gentle early morning fuck, just exchanging nice little hums. Then she chuckled and murmured: 

"Are we going to do this until we have to go to breakfast?"

"If you want to; nicest way to spend the time." 

"Um-hmm. Will you, this way?"

"Maybe, if you do that some more."

"Hm-hmm! Like that?" she chuckled and squeezed his cock.

"Um-hmm. Will you?"

"Not so sure, as nice as it is."

"You know what else you can do."

"Mmmm! Yes!" she agreed, and her hand slid back down to her pussy.

Suddenly they were surprised, her sister had gotten out of bed and remarked: 

"Shit! I shouldn't have let you sleep with Pops. Could have anticipated that I couldn't want to hear all that, much less have to watch you too."

His hips stilled, looking at her with wide eyes, seeing her aroused nipples. Before you could think of anything to say, her sister replied: 

"Come, you can help, and I'll do it to you too."

He looked as surprised as her sister did, but she didn't need a second invitation, when her sister threw back the covers. She grinned nodding, and murmured: 

"Move back." 

He had already understood what the sisters wanted to do, but still was a little surprised at the one's immediate acceptance of her sister's suggestion and her assumption that there was space on the bed for all three of them. He grasped his daughter's hip and helped them both move back without his cock slipping out, recognizing that with his back and hips against the wall he wasn't going to be able to fuck with as long strokes as before. Had he ever imagined that he would see his twins licking each other's pussy?! He hadn't even imagined that they did! From the unhesitating alacrity with which the other one joined them on the bed, however, it was too evident that they did.

She almost dove down with her head on the other's thigh, getting her hips on the bed. Her sister immediately raised her head, letting her thigh slide under it, and grasped her ass, drawing it closer to her face. The other's hand slid over her ass, then feeling his hipbone and sliding over his ass, holding them both closer. Both girls drew their upper thighs up past the other's head, curling their hips - their pussies - closer to the other's mouth. His cock almost slipped out. 

He didn't have to wonder how girls did it together, but with his cock in one of their pussies?! And they both seemed so eager to taste each other? It sounded like it! Well, he knew how good they both tasted; they had to like that. His cock was squeezed. Their pussies liked it too, of course, and his cock did too! When he rocked his hips the little that he could, her hand encouraged it. Fuck! His daughter - which one? - hadn't forgotten that he was fucking her sister. Hard for her to, with his cock right in front of her. Oooh! She even wasted a lick on her sister's pussy to lick his cock a little! 

He let go of her sister's breast and reach over and rubbed the other one's hip. She nodded, which he couldn't notice, but hummed, which he could. He fucked, harder than before, hoping he wouldn't shove her off the bed, grasping her ass to keep her from. Where was her sister's hand on her ass? He slid his hand down, touching it, touching her wrist; her hand was closer down between the cheeks of her sister's ass. Did the girls both chuckle softly? Could they, while their tongues were doing what he was hearing? The one's was making the other's pussy clutch his cock; don't forget to fuck it. 

What was her hand doing where it was? Not just grasping the cheek of her sister's ass, her fingers were moving. There? So close to her asshole? His fingers crept closer to them. They were, where else! Fuck! They did that, liked that?! He had heard about that, but Louise and he had never experimented with it - for sure, not his ex-wife - but their daughters had! And his twins weren't shy about it; they both just chuckled again. They knew more about sex than what he'd already been surprised to discover, even if they didn't know about doing it like this had started. 

Fuck! The fingers on his ass were also creeping down there. Did she assume that he would like it too?! If she did, if her sister knew that she did, she must too, but her sister's fingers weren't almost finding her asshole. Did he want them to find his? Did she want him to suggest that he did, want him to touch hers? Crap! Fucking had never been like this! Fuck! 

He did, hoping to remember to continue as his fingers showed more curiosity about what his daughter's were doing. They were rubbing her sister's asshole! One slipped aside, inviting his to slip between the other two. His finger did, rubbing over it with hers. Oooh! Fingers were rubbing over his, making it contract, like the one his finger was on! And the girls were chuckling again. Felt funny, both places, but kind of good, especially when his cock twitched when his contracted, and the pussy contracted in response. Fuck! If they liked it, they wanted him to, too! How did they discover that, think that a man would also like it? Fuck! He did. Anything they wanted! 

He fucked with short strokes, rubbing and being rubbed, enjoying it, remembering how the girls had made him come when they had been rubbing their clitorises, like their tongues were doing. Oh, he was going to come! They knew better than he did what they were both doing. Just fuck and trust that they would also have their orgasms. 

He wasn't surprised when his cock and that pussy did first, together, so wet in her clutching pussy, as he grunted and she responded with long, pulsing moans. Their fingers had stilled, just clutching behind her sister's pussy. Then her fingers rubbed again, his with them, as he heard her begin to lick again. They had to give her sister as much pleasure! 

She could do more than he could, but he wanted to help, wanted his other daughter to feel that he was equally eager to help, if only with his finger on her twitching asshole. He knew now how that felt, that it was arousing, had helped make his orgasm so good. Oooh, a finger next to his stopped just rubbing over it, probing. And she responded with a deep moan, grasping the cheek of his ass. The finger probed again, and then the other finger urged his over it. His fucking, pussy-licking daughter wanted him to do that too? Anything they wanted! Why hadn't the other one done that to him too, if they both knew it felt so good?

His finger probed. Shit! Right place. It felt like it wanted it to, like it wanted to squeeze his fingertip, and she moaned again, her sister's tongue making slavering noises on her pussy. Shit! Her asshole was trying to draw the tip of his finger deeper! Anything she wanted! He let it, and she moaned again. What did it feel like to have a fingertip wiggling in her asshole - in his?!

It must have felt good; not just her asshole was twitching, her hips were, as she moaned louder, and then her sister did, her tongue making even wetter sounds. For a few moments, they stopped, but they only subsided. Then her hips twitched again, and her sister nodded. The other one moaned, and her asshole tightened around his fingertip again. Anything she wanted! 

She came again, then relaxing with a long, deep, sighing moan. Her sister nodded and slid her head back a little, urging him to slip his finger out. It had been deeper than he had thought. His cock was still in her pussy, more aroused than it had been, as he experienced his other daughter's second orgasm. 

They lay there, all sighing. He fondled their breasts. The girls both snickered softly, and then he did. He and she chuckled when they felt his cock slip out. They were silent for longer than he expected, but he also didn't think of anything to say. Finally, he murmured: 

"Didn't think we do that."

The girls just nodded. The had wry smiles, but he couldn't see them. The last one in bed snorted and said that she had to go, and then they all did, following her to the bathroom. He used the washbasin as the girls took turns on the toilet. One of them said: 

"I hope it isn't time for breakfast yet."

While he glanced at his watch, the other one asked: 

"Wasn't that enough?"

"Oh, it was, just didn't want to have to rush off to breakfast."

"We don't," he replied, "one of you woke me up so early."

The girls grinned at each other at his admission that he still didn't know which one. One replied: 

"We're not going to tell you."

"I didn't expect so, he said with slight smirk, and the girls grinned again, nodding. 

"If we don't have to get up, lets go back to bed, the other one suggested.

"Half an hour, if you don't take too long in the bathroom. We can pack after breakfast."

They all smiled and returned to the bed, the girls lying on either side of him, their heads on his shoulders. his arms around them urged them to roll closer. They all chuckled. After a moment he said: 

"One of you wanted to know what we were talking about last night. Don't say anything to let me know." 

The girls both nodded, grinning at each other, then shaking their heads, one remarking: 

"Try not to, anyway," the other one nodding. 

"I said something about both of us being too wicked, and one of you said: 'all three of us?' 'Too wicked, three wicked' I said."

The girls were both chuckling. He tickled them below their ribs, making them squirm nicely and reminding them not to say anything. They grinned at each other again and both said: "And?"

"You did that well," he remarked with a chuckle, continuing: 

"She then asked if 'three wicked' was more than 'too wicked,' and I said that it was unspeakably too wicked. She said that that was why she hadn't wanted to talk any more. When I said that actions speak louder than words: 'three wicked,' she exclaimed that we had to tell her."

"That's what woke me up!"

"You? Me!" 

He tickled them both again, not stopping until they had squirmed out of his grip, both sitting up. They grinned down at him. He grinned back and said: 

"It's fun having twin daughters, and not just ..., well, you know. That's too good to call fun."

The girls nodded with sweet smiles, and then dropped back down on him, both wanting to kiss. 

While he was kissing one and then the other, he wondered if he could taste the one that had sucked his cock the night before. He couldn't. Then the girls kissed each other as well as they had kissed him. They smiled at him. He smiled back, repeating: 

"It's fun having twin daughters."

"And being able to share one Pops," one responded, the other nodding vigorously, saying: 

"I wanted to say that."

"Why it's fun," he agreed. 

The girls got up, and he did. The first girl in the bathroom suggested that he could shave while she took her shower. Her sister stood in the doorway. After he had soaped his face, he remarked: 

"I wasn't going to ask, but when did you learn about that?"

The girls glanced at each other, shrugging, then the one in the shower nodded for her sister to reply. 

She snorted slightly, glancing at him in the mirror, then said: 

"Not from anyone, not with one of the guys."

"Go ahead, tell him," her sister urged. The other one shrugged again, looking a little embarrassed, but continued: 

"Well, when we had or periods a couple of weeks ago, one night we watched videos."

"Just girls doing what we do."

"Yeah, and, well, some of them did that, so we did. You didn't mind?"

"Just very surprised, he replied, chuckling and adding: "You must have liked it and thought I would too."

"Did you?" You did it too."

"Yes. And with boys?"

"Haven't done anything with them since then."

"Is all that they did, that was new?"

The girls glanced at each other again, wrinkling their noses. The one in the shower shrugged and said: 

"Well, they did a little more like that, a couple even licked."

"Oh! Really?"

"We're not going to do that," one of them replied.

"Yet," the other said.

"Hmm! You have to do it first. We haven't talked about this."

"No, both just watched them in silence."

"We weren't sure we wanted to use our fingers."

"But then you did."

"Just a little, but you didn't complain."

"You know why!"

He was washing the soap of his face and snickered, enjoining: 

"And I do too!"

They all chuckled, grinning at each other. The girl in the shower asked for a towel and then said: 

"Just don't know if we dare try it with a boy, ..."

"Or ask him to," her sister continued the sentence.

"Ten to one they have all seen videos," he replied. 

They chuckled again, the girls nodding. The other one started her shower, and he enjoyed watching them both, now with the door of the shower stall still open. They also enjoyed letting him, smiling mischievously as the one dried herself and the other washed. When the first one left the bathroom, he watched the other for a moment and then went and got his change of underwear. When the shower was free, he told them to get dressed and strip the beds, adding softly: 

"I don't want to see anything I shouldn't - shouldn't have."

The girls nodded with understanding smiles. He closed the bathroom door and shower stall and took his shower, not returning to the room until he had his shorts and a t-shirt on. The girls were dressed, just smiling at him sweetly. One immediately offered to mop up the bathroom floor. 

As they were leaving the room, he was tempted to say: almost like a normal family, but didn't. They separated again at breakfast and packed before the last rehearsal. At lunch, the girls again sat with others, while he sat at a table with three other men. When one of them asked: 

"What's it like having identical twins?" his heart skip a beat, relieved when the man continued: "Can you tell them apart?" That gave him something easier to answer: 

"Sometimes, most of the time, if one uses the other's name. Paula usually speaks first, at least I think she does."

The other men chuckled, and another suggested: 

"So sometimes you can't."

"Um-hmm, then they correct me, unless they want to confuse me. Oh, it's nice having twins. As you can imagine, they're an almost unbeatable team, when they want something, better than my siblings and I were." 

The men nodded with smiles. The third man asked: 

"I wonder when they realized that they were identical?"

"Hmm? Good question. Certainly in kindergarten, but they hadn't discovered yet that we couldn't tell them apart. Oh, they didn't wear identical clothes by then, but that didn't help me until something let me know which was which, coming home after work, say."

Then he got more bold and smirked slightly, remarking: 

"Oh, when they were toddlers, one had a little mole, but I've forgotten which one."

"Where we - you - can't see it?"

"Very, none of us for sure. It's probably grown over."

The other men all suppressed snickers, nodding. He responded with slight, wry smile and added: 

"Probably shouldn't said that."

The men nodded with smiles. The first one to ask about the twins replied: 

"We won't ask or tell."

The others nodded. They finished their meal. As usual, the choir sang a song in thanks to the kitchen staff, and then the three of them were in the car, for the hour's drive home. 

They were silent for a while. He was wondering if he should say something about their being sure what they told their mother agreed, but really didn't want to refer to how they had spent the weekend, even obliquely. As the silence continued, a little unusual with them both, he wondered what they were thinking, probably also not so sure what to say. Then one did: 

"Pops, ..." Before she could finish the word, the other was also saying it. They both stopped, then the first one started over: 

"Pops, you don't want to talk about it, we just hope you don't have any ..." she look at her sister to find the right word. 

"We hope you don't have any, well, regrets, maybe better, misgivings."

"We don't." 

"We don't, her sister echoed. 

They both looked at him. He kept his eyes on the road, nodding, after a curve in the road, replying: 

"No regrets, some misgivings, just have to have them, you know."

The girls nodded, waiting for him to say more. After a few moments, he filled the silence with snort and chuckle, then saying: 

"If you don't, I'll try not to, too."

"Oh, that's good, Pops," the girls replied almost in unison. He glance in the rear view mirror at the one and over at the other one with a smile. He chuckled again and asked: 

"Which one of you got to sit in the front seat this time?"

"The other one," they both replied, grinning at him.

He chuckled again, driving on in silence, wanting to tell them about his conversation at lunch, but thought he should save it for another time. Another time? Klara's "sometime"? He tried to concentrate on just driving, but couldn't get the question out of his mind: would they do it again? More than just one question: Did he want to? He did, but how, when? Did they want to? No question: their "Oh, that's good, Pops." So how, when? Hardly possible for Klara to really sleep with him. But it sure would be nice! Or had she last night?! That seemed unlikely, since it was Paula's turn - not to just sleep. They sure hadn't! Watch the road!

He drove on in silence. When he stopped at their place, he said superfluously: 

"I'll come in with you." He always did, just greeting his ex-wife briefly.

On the way to door, it occurred to him that he could help the girls with their story about the weekend. Their mother greeted the girls, then him more reservedly, asking how the weekend had been. Before the girls could reply, he said: 




Identical Twins and Father Ch. 03



"Great, good rehearsals. We hardly saw each other. It looked like two guys were trying to monopolize the girls' attention."

"Nice boys, I hope," she replied, looking at Paula and Klara. They nodded slightly with more bashful smiles than he had seen all weekend. One replied: 

"Of course, Mom; it's a church choir."

"They looked nice, well, not like you sometimes understood how I used the word," he enjoined, adding: "Quite proper young guys."

"I hope so. Anyway, here you are again," to him: "Thanks for driving them."

"My pleasure," he replied, almost biting his tongue as he avoided adding: just wish I had seen more of them.

She nodded, with a little better smile, and turned back into the house. The girls grinned at him, nodding. One murmured: 

"Ours too," her sister nodding again, adding in a normal voice: 

"And lots of thanks from us too."

"From me too," her sister added. 

They both smiled, raising their cheeks - winking with both eyes. He did the same and turned back to his car. On the few steps to it, he thought: oh yes, they all wanted to do it again, somehow, somewhere, sometime.

Hoping the girls survived any questions from their mother, he drove home, wondering what Louise's would be. She didn't have any, just pleased to have him back home and accepting his telling about the weekend. In the evening, she seemed more affectionate than usual. He marked it up to their not having been together Friday and Saturday night, recognizing that he should feel equally deprived. When that word came to mind, he thought, "depraved" could be more appropriate. 

Sunday nights, they usually didn't do anything, but as they were getting ready to go to bed, they both were smirking and chuckling. They didn't have to do more to confirm what they both wanted to do. They did, Louise on top as usual. He tried not to compare her pussy with the tight ones of his daughters, but forgot about that when she surprised him: smirking and sliding her hand down to rub her pussy. Even though his daughters had both done that, he didn't have to feign his surprise. 

"Oooh! Where did you get that idea?"

"You don't mind?"

"Anything that feels good. Where?"

"Oh, I've thought about, didn't want to suggest that you didn't do it good enough. You do."

"You do too, better than ..., well, you know."

"Like with you."

"Oooh! Yeah, do it; that feels good. Mmmm!"

"Mmmm! Uh-hmm, when your cock does that!"

"Um-hmm, so where?"

"Hmm? I was horny last night."

"Me too," he lied very easily.

"So, well, I watched a couple of videos. Oh, I was a little embarrassed about doing that, finding websites like that. Shit! There must be thousands!"

"But you did?"

"If you don't mind?"

"If you want to do that now; I guess you saw girls doing it?"

"Um-hmm. Sort of like using both hands before we met."

"Guys can't, unless they have a lot more than I have."

"Hm-hmm! Still wouldn't need to; one hand the right place is enough, I would have thought."

"For me, before we met. Don't stop."

"Talking too much."

"Should have before." 

"Um-hmm." 

She rubbed her clitoris and hummed, and he moaned with chuckle. Her hips began to rock, and he moaned again, and she did, her eyes half closed. Her pussy's clutches let him forget his daughters' pussies. The churning movements of her hips, let him think that she had also seen that in the videos, but forgot about videos; it was feeling too arousing for him to think about anything other than what his cock was enjoying. With unrestrained moans, she came - wetter than he remembered - and he did. Then she dropped down on him, her tongue finding his mouth before their open lips met. Her tongue and her hips insisted that she wanted to fuck. 

When his hands urged her hips to meet the thrusts of his -- quite unnecessarily -- his fingers crept closer down in her crevice. He wasn't thinking about his daughters; his fingers just creeping by themselves. Before he realized where they were going, Louise nodded and murmured: 

"Saw that too, if you want to."

His fingers rubbed over her asshole. She chuckled, nodding again, then moaning, her tongue back in his mouth. It fucked, they fucked, and his finger did a little, too. When they had both come, she collapsed on him, his arms embracing her. 

He waited for her to recover, pleased that he had been able to come twice again after the weekend with Paula and Klara, and pleased that Louise had discovered something new, then realizing that she would be wondering why he hadn't done that before. He was right; she raised her head and said: 

"Oh, that was good, but now I can ask."

He facedly lied again: 

"Also videos, just a few. Never did it before and didn't dare with you. But after you admitted watching a couple, well ...."

She chuckled replying: 

"Two of us, and at our age! Still can learn something."

"Um-hmm, something good."

"Or too bad, but I liked it."

"Wicked Louise." 

"Only with you, with your help."

They chuckled and kissed and rolled over to go to sleep, with his arm around her, his hand holding her not so firm breast. She fell asleep before he did.

He had trouble going to sleep, not trouble, just many pleasant thoughts that kept him awake: all about what he and his twin daughters had done; that it had been so good with Louise, also his lies, a little proud that he actually never looked at porn videos; but thankful that the girls had, since that experience had made it good with Louise. He fell asleep trying to justify to himself that sleeping again with Paula and Klara wouldn't be being unfaithful to Louise, not like sleeping with another woman; they were just his daughters, would always be just his daughters, even if they did more with each other - together - than, he hoped, anyone would know.

They did. Sex with Louise was better than it had been, but that didn't stop him from thinking about his daughters. When they met at the next choir rehearsal, the girls' effusive thanks for his taking them to the choir weekend said everything, as did their smiles at the following rehearsal, that looked like they were pursing their lips for a kiss. He kidded himself: what's a father for, if he doesn't do whatever he can to make his daughters happy. Just how, when? 

Then ...! One afternoon, he got a call at his desk, surprised to hear the voice of one of his daughters: 

"Mom's going to a movie tonight with an old girlfriend."

"Whisper," he heard her sister say, apparently then holding the phone closer and whispering: 

"Rehearsal, we could skip it."

"We can," the other whispered.

"You know, periods," the other whispered.

"Yeah, quick; she's just in the kitchen."

"Okay," he replied, and the girls hung up. 

He snorted with a wry smile. They had solved the problem and settled any doubts about their wanting to again. He had to assume that they knew their mother would be away long enough. At supper that evening, he was glad that Louise didn't have an interest in music, only sometimes, perhaps just politely, asking about the choir. He was a little relieved that she didn't that evening and told himself to try to forget about how he was going to spend the rest of the evening until he got in the car. 

He remembered, however, when he was brushing his teeth, wondering he should wash his cock. He didn't. He told Louise good night, liking especially this time that she usually was sleeping when he returned from choir rehearsals. In the car, he suddenly worried that she might want to do more than sleep when he returned -- after whatever he was going to do with the girls? What did they have in mind? He couldn't think of anything they wouldn't - and all in two hours? 

He parked around the corner. He was pleased to see that there was only light in the window of the girls' room, thinking it was clever of them to let him know their mother had left. He knocked on the door, surprised when it was immediately opened. Both girls were grinning at him in the light from the street, that let him see that they were already wearing the shorty nightgowns they had worn the first evening of rehearsal weekend. As if he needed to be reminded, he thought, returning their grins. 

"Hi Pops," they both said, and one closed the door, the other one taking his hand and leading him in the dark to their room. It occurred to him that he again wasn't going to know which was which, then wondering if that was an excuse for incest, well, somehow a lessening factor, but of course, if they were both his twin daughters. Just their bedside lamps were on. In the room, they grinned at him again, and one spoke first - usually Paula? 

"We know what we want to do."

"Yeah, and that we don't have much time for it all."

They both pulled their nighties up enough to let him see that they weren't wearing panties. He started unbuttoning his shirt, pleased that he wasn't wearing a t-shirt, replying: 

"Sounds like you may have been planning too much."

"Maybe, so hurry," one replied, reaching unbuckle his belt. 

He let her open his trousers, while he took off his shirt, murmuring: 

"I didn't wash."

"Doesn't matter," the other replied, her sister, pulling his trousers down, adding: 

"Sometimes we don't."

"But we have already."

"And what do you want to do?"

"Everything," the girls both replied, grinning at him.

"Don't you have boyfriends?"

"Can't do everything with them."

"Not like we can with you."

"Have to let them think they know more than we do."

"And don't want them thinking we are like some girls at school, ..."

"Who do, and have reputations."

The one had slipped his loafers off and was urging him to raise a foot to take off his trousers. He stepped out of them and began to push down his shorts, liking that she was going to see his cock at close range. She could have stood up, but didn't, giving him a quick grin and waiting to see it, then chuckling with nod and grin. It was very relaxed, but not as small as it could be, and his sack was also very relaxed. She murmured: 

"We want to do that too."

"I wanted to before, but forgot."

Was there something else they could do, he wondered, murmuring: 

"What?"

"Suck your balls," the one replied, who had forgotten to do it. 

"Hm-hmm! That will be new for me too," recalling what had surprised him on the weekend, then recalling their talking about maybe also licking each other's asshole. The one who had taken off his pants, now helping him step out of his shorts, replied: 

"Oh, that's good." 

The other one smirked at him, apparently reading his thoughts, and said: 

"We did that too, then."

"After you did first."

"You said you wanted me to."

"I just said that you could, if you wanted to."

"And then liked it enough to want to let me feel what it was like."

"Hmmm? I'd better wash, if you want to do that," he remarked with wry smile.

"Maybe another time, but you can do it to us, if you're curious."

"We have - washed," the one at his feet said, smirking up at him, then looking back down at his cock and balls, remarked: 

"But this is what we wanted to do first," reaching up and gently fondling his balls in his slack sack. His cock was getting more interested. 

"And then?" he asked. Her sister said to her: 

"Oh, go ahead. You said I could first, but since you're there, and I'll tell Pops."

"Hmm? No one asks me what I want to do," he remarked, feigning a scowl, very difficult, while watching his daughter fondling him and licking her lips. His eyes couldn't leave her, as her sister began to explain: 

"One of us do that first, ..." He was watching her lean closer, ignoring his stiffening cock, getting her mouth close enough to his sack to let her fingers push his ball between her open lips, as her sister continued: 

"Well, that too, and then you do that to one of us, and then really do it. You should be able to again by then ..." He was watching and feeling her lips slip around his ball, feeling her suck it into her mouth. He hummed, hardly listening to her sister: 

"And then we do it again."

"Mmmm! That feels good. What did you say? Oh, and what are you going to do?"

"Hm-hmm! Want to sit down? We said we'd do it to each other while the other did it to you and you did it to her." 

Her sister nodded, sucking his cock and caressing with her tongue. He moaned and murmured: 

"I'd better sit down." 

He waited for her to let his ball slip from her mouth and backed up to the nearest bed. She followed him on her knees, giving her sister a grin and nod, then smiling at him and saying: 

"Liked that." 

It didn't sound like a question but he nodded. He was tempted to ask how long they had been planning this, but didn't, also because the head of his cock was slipping between her lips, not the moment to think about anything else; she was sucking and licking, making it stiffer, as he watched her. 

Then at the edge of his narrowing field of vision, he noticed her sister lying down behind her on her back, pushing her head under her hips, reminding him of what she had told, evidently planned in detail. His twitching cock let him forget that, except for hoping that he could fulfill his part of their ambitious plan. 

Between moans, once his eyes darted up and saw that the one on the floor was rubbing her own pussy. Of course, he thought, she had just forgotten to tell him that. The girls knew there was no time to waste by prolonging any phase of their plan. When he had come in the mouth of his cock-sucking daughter, she immediately crawled up next to him on the bed, rolling over and spreading her thighs -- his turn. He dropped to his knees and moved between them, as her sister scramble off the floor and straddled her sister's face. 

Two already aroused pussies took only half as long to reach orgasm as one unaroused pussy. That pseudo mathematical theorem came to him after the second phase, after also wondering if girls could do it to each better and faster than a male could. Or had he been too distracted, glancing up and watching, to do what he should have? Whatever, he had then made his cock-sucking and apparently so good pussy-licking daughter come. 

Her sister had been right, his cock was ready to fuck, but what was she going to do? It was all their idea, and she had rolled aside. He wanted to fuck, and she had said he should "really do it." He rose up on his knees. Had they anticipated that his cock would be just the right level to fuck them on their beds? 

"Fuck me!" his daughter demanded softly. He didn't like her having said it so bluntly; the expression on her face, her drawn back thighs and outstretched arms were invitation enough. He did, enjoying her tight young pussy, not liking that he couldn't avoid comparing it with Louise's, mother of two children the age of his daughters. 

He had never fucked in that position, perfect for leaning down and sucking and nibbling her nipples. When they wanted to kiss, he drew her up, good for kissing, but not so good for fucking, until she drew her thighs up and locked her feet behind his back, squeezing his waist with her strong thighs. He rose off his knees and rocked her back, and fucked as hard as he could. She was moaning and gasping, but he still hadn't come. 

When he finally did, she was whimpering like a distraught child, but her hips had been meeting every thrust of his cock in her pussy. He collapsed on her, both exhausted, their stomachs heaving against each other.



Identical Twins and Father Ch. 04



When he finally came, she was whimpering like a distraught child, but her hips had been meeting every thrust of his cock in her pussy. He collapsed on her, both exhausted, their stomachs heaving against each other. 

You're not supposed to make your daughter whimper like that, he was thinking, like when she was a little girl and you got so mad at her a couple of times for something she shouldn't have done, especially that time when it had been her sister that had been bad. Something she shouldn't have done, something you shouldn't have done -- wrong girl. Fuck! Something we both shouldn't be doing! You told them you would try not to have any misgivings. Like fuck, you have them! 

He felt her taking a deeper breath, moaning, then another one, and she murmured: 

"Oh Pops, that was so good! Just so good; you made me come twice." 

His misgivings began to faded away, at least, be forgotten for the moment. 

"Didn't you notice?" she asked softly. 

He shook his head, then raised it. She smiled sweetly up at him. He could only return her smile, nodding, then murmuring: 

"It was, for me too, and before."

"For me too, that."

He could only nod again with a smile, suddenly wondering why sex with his daughters was so delightfully charming, able to talk about it the way they did. Of course, it was very good - their young pussies - but more, the rest of it. Was it special because they were his twins; same, if they were someone's else twins; just two young girls; only one? Or had he and his partners just never been so compatible and free to be able to talk like his girls - and he - did? 

"You're heavy, liked it before, but ...."

Her remark ended his questions. He immediately rose up on his elbows, smiling wryly, and pushed himself higher. His cock slipped out, and they both blinked with soft chuckles. He dropped back down his knees and fondled her breasts. They exchanged mild smiles, then were surprised:

"Glad it was so good," her sister murmured from somewhere in the room. They both started; they hadn't noticed that she had left the bed. He certainly had not been thinking about her while it was being so good -- whichever one of the two she was, ditto for the other one, who mildly replied: 

"It was. I guess that was a little unfair."

"Yeah, but it's not your fault, either of yours. Guess we could have anticipated that."

"Especially unfair, since you let me, when we had agreed before that you would first."

"Just remember that!" her sister replied, but smiling, now back on the bed next to her sister, whom he helped sit up.

He smiled at them both, shrugging, then saying: 

"The plan seemed a little too ambitious, anyway, if I understood it correctly. The girls nodded with slightly wry smiles, glancing at each other. The one whom hadn't yet done anything with him, nodded again and agreed: 

"Yeah, I guess, since now I was supposed to do it to you, right after you both had done that, not thinking that it would be that good and take so long."

He glanced at his watch and said that it was just after nine o'clock. The girl who had just spoken hummed with a smirk, as her thighs twitched together. When he looked down at them, she opened them, snickering softly. Her sister clamped her thighs together, as if though to suggest that he didn't have think about doing anything more with her - well, that was his interpretation. The other one twitched her thighs again, spreading them wider, letting his eyes see further down between them. 

He smiled up at her and suggested: 

"If you can forgo doing that, we have time for me to do everything I can." 

"Mmmm!" she responded with nod and grin, spreading her thighs even wider apart. 

As he moved over between them, it occurred to him that he could see if she had the little mole hidden in her pubic hair, but then not certain that he had remembered correctly that it was Klara that had the mole. Before he could look for it, however, her sister said: 

"Oh, if you do that, I can help, like you did Sunday morning. That was so good; something for your having just to watch us."

He nodded, forgetting about the mole, just hearing her sister agree, as she drew up her thighs, presenting her pretty pink pussy to his view, but only seeing it for the moment before his mouth was on it. He just loved to lick their pussies - Louise's too, of course, any pussy! His daughters' made up for the ones he hadn't licked in his youth. Oh, the mole? Maybe better he didn't know, could just think that he had had sex with only one of them. But, of course, he knew hadn't; he was just trying to rationalize, assuage his misgivings: incest with only one daughter was better than with both of them. Better? Not so bad?! Fuck! It was better with both of them! With this one's pussy now! 

His tongue had known that all the while, doing what it was supposed to, as her moans and the rocking of her hips confirmed, showing it where her pussy wanted to feel it. Forgetting his misgivings, he remembered what the girls had told him they did. His hands urged her thighs further back, rolling her hips up. If she liked that, she deserved everything his tongue to do. Just felt a little funny, much tighter than the mouth of her vagina, but it liked it, twitching, and she did too, responding with a chuckling moan. And he did too, the tip of his tongue enjoying feeling it contract and relax, trying to hold it, when it contracted again, almost able to the next time. 

Maybe even more doing that the next time, he thought, remembering that he had to make her come, so that they could fuck and let her sister help. Nice, that they had clarified that then they both would have gotten to enjoy it that way. His tongue was back on the mouth of her vagina. It moved too, but his tongue could really thrust in it. He loved how it tasted! But that wasn't going to give her pussy an orgasm, and she knew it, rocking her hips back down to put his tongue where it could. And then they could fuck! He knew his cock could again, rocking his hips and feeling it bobbing.

His tongue and lips were doing all they could on her clitoris, making her moan, her pelvis twitching insistently, when he suddenly felt fingers slipping around his cock -- her sisters'! His cock didn't need any help. The fingers recognized that too, and then his balls were being jostled. He could imagine how they were hanging down in his slack sack. The fingers were demonstrating how loose it was, tapping his balls and letting them swing back on her fingers. Try to forget them; he wanted to feel them slapping against the ass of the pussy he was licking, like they had before, when his cock was in her sister's pussy. He forgot about the fingers, or maybe they disappeared; he didn't notice, too eager to give the pussy its orgasm, so that his cock could plunge in its tight, wet vagina. 

Experiencing a pussy's orgasm this way was so good, just so good! Without the distraction of his own arousal, it was so good and gratifying to experience the delightfully arousing sensations of feeling and tasting it with his mouth, hearing her uninhibited, unrestrained, aroused noises and feeling her whole body responding, spasming, jerking. Just so fucking good! 

Her thighs dropped down, and she gasped and moaned. He rose up on his knees, about to plunge his cock in her still contracting pussy, when her sister demanded softly: "Wait, so that I can." 

He couldn't wait. Only after his cock had plunged all the way in her pussy, did he recall what she had said before. Too late! Her sister had gasped, and her pussy contracted on his cock. He fucked. His daughter's pussy wanted more, although she was gasping and moaning as though it was being too much for her. He was torn between his need to fuck and the impression that she couldn't bear the sudden intrusion of his cock in her pussy, but it was telling his cock that it still wanted more. 

To his relief, she stopped sounding like it was being too much and began to moan with each thrust of his cock. She wanted it, and he wanted to give it to her, aware that his balls in his still loose sack were slapping against her ass. He didn't wait to hold her breast or suck her nipples, just slapping his hips and balls against her. She began to gasp between her moans again, with an almost pained expression on her face, her pussy rapidly clutching his cock. 

She got it! This time, he knew, but he hadn't come yet. His sack wasn't letting his balls slap against her, but the sound of their hips coming together was much wetter. She only nodded, not objecting as he continued to fuck, although her thighs had dropped down. 

It was indecent to keep plunging his cock in her after she had two orgasms, he thought, not because he was fucking his daughter, but she was only moaning again, letting him. That he could want, have to come again! He moaned, his eyes shut, just pumping his cock in her pussy. Her thighs moved, rising and holding his waist, and then her heels on his ass, encouraging its movement. Fuck! Did she really want it again?! 

If he had any question about her just acquiescing to his need to have his orgasm, they were dispelled. Her pussy was clutching again. Their moans increased, and then he grunted and finally came, spurting in her pussy. It felt like more than he imagined it could be after his orgasms before, not thinking about their having been in his other daughter's mouth and pussy -- just two that he had already come twice so good. 

His orgasm loosed another one in the pussy he was fucking, to his relief, confirmation that she had really wanted him to continue after she had already come. He held still, feeling her pussy tighten again, but his cock didn't twitch. His eyes focused again, recognizing his daughter, her face and chest flushed. They were both still breathing deeply, not yet recovered enough to say anything. He wasn't sure what he should say.

"You didn't need my help," her sister murmured. It didn't sound as though she were complaining or disappointed, just stating a fact. He nodded, seeing that she was no longer on the bed, and murmured: 

"Another time; that was so good with you."

"Hm-hmm," she chuckled softly, saying: "And with you, and also before." 

He nodded again, feeling his softening cock slip out a little. It did, when her sister raised her head and said: 

"Couldn't have been better."

"I hope not," her sister replied. 

He held her knees down to help her sit up and turned to see his other daughter sitting on a chair in the room. They all smiled, then a little wryly. Then they heard the church bell strike the hour. They all snorted, grinning. 

He rather expected one of them to say what he was thinking: we did it. But neither of the girls did. There was a moment of silence, then one them murmured to him: 

"You'd better wash." 

He nodded and left the room and went in the bathroom. Back to real life, he thought as he washed his cock and face, finding one of the girl's towels to dry himself. Back in their bedroom, he was a little surprised to see that they had put on their nighties again. 

"Like Sunday morning on the weekend," one said.

"Except for you." 

He smiled and quickly found his shorts. 

"That's better," the first one said.

He nodded with a grin and started getting dressed. The other one said: 

"You'd better hurry."

"Not 'cause of Mom."

"Not really; when the parking lot is full, sometimes it takes a while to sort things out."

"That's good," one of the girls replied, the other nodding.

When he was fully dressed, they all exchanged slightly wry smiles. Then one of the girls almost jumped forward, embracing him, and murmured: 

"Oh Pops, that was just so good; we had to do it again." 

Her sister nodded with a sweet smile, stepping closer. He reached out his arm, inviting her to join their embrace. Her sister's arm also opened to let them all embrace. It was nice to have his arms around their firm slim bodies, even with the thin cloth of their nighties, nicer without it. 

When his hands slid down to find the hems, the girls chuckled softly. His fingers were surprised to find them on their bare bottoms. He rather liked that he had forgotten that they hadn't been wearing anything under their tops - back to real life, just innocently hugging his daughters. But his fingers weren't so innocent, rubbing. The girls chuckled better, and his fingers rubbed more, slipping closer to the crevices between the cheeks of their ass. When they crept further, one tightened hers with a snicker, squeezing his fingertips, and murmured: 

"You've got to do that to her too."

Her sister arched her back, nodding with snicker, rocking her hips back, inviting his fingers to creep further between the relaxed cheeks of her ass. He also snickered, muttering: "I hope so," but then slid his hands up under their nighties, enjoying having his hands on their bare skin. But then he chuckled and tickled them both, not relenting until they had twisted out of his grasps. 

"Oh Pops!" they both complained, one adding: 

"That wasn't nice. You didn't have to do that."

"We're not little girls any more," the other added.

"Hmmm! That's for sure, but back to real life, if you know what I mean."

The girls nodded with wry smiles. They followed him back to the front door, and all said goodbye without further contact, his remarking only: 

"My car must be in a back corner of the parking lot."

The girls nodded with grins and closed the door. He hurried back around the corner to his car. During the drive home, he wondered if it had been right of the girls to plan such an evening. Oh, it had been good, very good - very bad -- but he was getting accustomed to that thought, admitting that he wanted to again, then returning to his questions about why it was so delightfully charming with them. As he was parking, he admonished himself to worry more about getting into bed with Louise after having had - how many - orgasms? She just murmured good night when he slipped into bed.

After the next choir rehearsal, the girls found him and asked him to drive them home, just a walk of a few blocks. He nodded, and they got in the car, not speaking until he could back onto the street. One girl started, after a nod from her sister: 

"Pops, that was so good, for both of us."

"We wanted it."

"I did too, just didn't know how, how it could happen again."

"But, well, ..."

"But, well, it shouldn't be like that, ..."

"Just having to do it."

"Yeah, I felt a little like that too," he agreed.

"Drive around the block, or two."

He turned at the next corner, slowing down. One of the girls said: 

"Oh, we want to again ..."

"If you do."

"But not like that again, ..."

"Trying to do too much ..."

"Too fast."

"Um-hmm," he agreed: "the way I felt, ... as good as it was, but not like that again."

"But again?"

"Just not like that?" her sister added. 

"If you want to."

"We do," both girls replied together, the one on the front seat patting his thigh, the other one reaching forward and rubbing his cheek with the back of her fingers. He nodded, smiling at them, and began humming the melody of an old song. 

"What's that you're humming?"

"Why?"

"Hmm? 'Quando, quando, quando,' just came to me: 'when, when, when,' tell me when.

"Oh, that's nice, ..." 

"And the melody just popped up in your mind?"

"Before I realized what I was humming."

"That's sweet, Pops."

"Very, but, of course, we don't know when."

"Nor do I; just have to wait."

"And hope."

"Yes," he agreed, after a moment adding: "However you want, if not like that."

He was extending the drive to their house. The girls glanced at each other, one and then the other nodding, then the latter one spoke: 

"What we really liked was when just one of us was with you." 

Her sister nodded, and he did, replying softly: 

"Me too, but we wouldn't have found out, if we hadn't all been together."

"And that was so good!"

"That we did ..."

"And how we did that Friday night, ..."

"And what we did!"

He nodded, chuckling at how they had alternated to complete each other's sentence -- also expressing his own feelings, agreeing: 

"It sure was, just like that."

"Um-hmm," the girls responded, smiling and glancing at each other. Then one replied: 

"And that we tried again last week, ..."

"Oh, it was real good too, but like we said, ...."

"We wouldn't have been able to tell you, if we hadn't."

He nodded his agreement, turning into their street, and said: 

"I agree, but now you have to walk the last bit home. We can continue this next week."

"Oh, you're dear, Pops!"

"I was going to say that! You are!" her sister enjoined. 

His thigh wasn't just patted, rubbed with her fingers gripping it, his cheek also getting a better rub. The girls got out. He watched them until they were at the door, and then drove home, preparing a story about why he had been delayed: a discussion after the rehearsal. He needed it, also to forget the discussion with his twins, which had been slightly arousing. 

The next week at their rehearsal, the girls gave him slightly smirking smiles, and he drove them home again. In the car, they grinned at each other, nodding to suggest which one should speak first. They both chuckled, and then one said: 

"Oh, that was funny, last week. Mom wasn't home, left us a note that she visiting her old classmate again."

"But she must have come home very late."

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! We were talking about what we'd been telling you, ..."

"That had been so good, that you understood what we meant."

"I think I did," he agreed. 

"And then, well, ..."

"So we did, ..."

"Like you can imagine:"

"Probably," he agreed with a chuckle.

"We did. Oh, we took a long time, ..."

"Because we stopped to tell each other how good you had done it."

"Compliments will get you everywhere," he remarked with another chuckle."

"You really do."

"We weren't just talking about how you do what we can."

"Better not tell me; I have to drive home."

"Pity."

"Yeah. Well, so in the morning, she looked a little flustered when we asked why she hadn't told us before that she was going out."

"Just saying that it was nice to see an old classmate and catch up on old times, ..."

"That maybe they would make a regular thing of it, when we go to rehearsals.

"She didn't say that about rehearsals, but we understood that she was worried what we might do, if we were home alone."

"She knows that we sleep with boys."

"I do too," he remarked, then chuckling and asking: "And think you both would if you were together at home alone?"

The girls glanced at each other, shrugging, and one asked: 

"Would we? Hadn't thought about that."

"Hope she wasn't assuming we would."

"Me too," he agreed. 

They all chuckled.

"Just with you, Pops."

"And this evening, she did tell us that she was going to visit her again, telling us to lock up.

"But that she would be home earlier."

"Better get you both home on time, then."

"Um-hmm. Maybe she'll tell us earlier if she does next week."

"If she does, or doesn't, drive by and see if one or both of us are walking to the church."

"We can next week."

"Just have to draw straws."

He nodded with a chuckle. The girls didn't say anything more, but before they got out of the car, the fingers rubbing his thigh were closer down around it and closer to his crotch. The fingers that rubbed his cheek, not the backs of them this time, slid further, one rubbing his lips. He massaged his cock to a more comfortable position and drove home, hoping that Louise would still be awake, but she wasn't, and he didn't disturb her.

In bed, he fondled his balls and cock, no longer thinking about her, wondering about his daughters and himself. Oh, they were going to do it, if not with one of them next week, sometime: Klara's "sometime," sleeping with him a whole night, well, the last half of a night? That the girls could really agree that one of them went to rehearsal and let her sister and him be by themselves? Of course, they would make sure that they took turns. Did it matter that he wouldn't know which one he was sleeping with? If it didn't to them. Would they really be able to take turns, more than once with each of them? They - and especially he - would need an excuse for missing so many rehearsals, or maybe just one of them, both using the same name with a story about how the other one was involved in something else every week. That was a somewhat unlikely explanation, since they always did everything together. His cock was pleasantly aroused, but he stopped fondling it, mainly because he didn't know what he would do with the result. 




Identical Twins and Father Ch. 04



In the early morning, however, when it was again aroused and nestled between Louise's thighs, that was no problem, just a little unusual for weekday morning. 

The following week, he left a little early to drive to the rehearsal, trying to dampen his anticipation as he drove past the church on the street his daughters would walk - just one, or both of them? He snorted, just one! He flashed his headlights; she waved. It was going to happen! He wondered what her expression had been. He parked around the corner again, and again saw that there was only light from the girls' room. When he knocked, his cock was already feeling like it knew what was going to happen. 

She opened the door. Her "Hi pops," didn't sound like she was as aroused as he felt, nor did her remark: 

"Mom left half an hour ago, said that she thought she would be home before eleven."

"Hi Sweetie," he replied, using the term he had used when the girls were much younger. 

She smiled, raising her cheeks, apparently recalling that and understanding that he didn't know which one she was. She closed the door and then took his hand, squeezing it, and stepped close in front of him, her breasts brushing his chest, as her other hand slid around his side, holding them closer. As his arm embraced her, discovering that she was fully clothed, she murmured: 

"I'm so aroused." 

"Me too, but it didn't sound like it."

"I am, I was, just didn't know what to say when I opened the door. Uhmmm! This is just such a good idea." 

"You drew the right straw?"

"Hm-hmm, we played paper-stone-scissors three times, and I won twice."

She rocked her hips up against his, and his responded, his cock still down by his thigh, but close to wanting to be somewhere else. He wanted to kiss her in the dark, but she loosed their embrace and led him to the girls' bedroom. Just one bed lamp was on and the covers were already drawn back. He couldn't remember which bed they each slept in, so that didn't help identify her. Besides, he thought, since they often slept together, she could have opened her sister's bed for them. 

She was already unbuttoning her blouse, looking at him with an aroused expression. They got undressed, exhaling with soft hums, his expression equally aroused. Her nipples were so aroused, that she unconsciously rubbed her forearm over them, as she waited to see him in only his shorts. When she saw that his cock was swelling out to the side, she gave a deeper hum, and her hand slid down over her panties and between her thighs. 

"I'm all wet, she murmured. He nodded, and they shoved their last items of clothing down. His cock bobbed free. She moaned softly. He moaned in empathy, his eyes flicking from her pubic hair to her erect nipples and to her face. Her eyes also flicked back and forth from his face to his cock, now "front and center", though not yet as high as it could be. She moaned again, and her thighs twitched. Their eyes met, then hers flicked down again, her thighs twitching again. With another moan, she managed to look back up at his face and murmured: 

"You know what we wanted to do first, but I can't wait." 

"Um-hmmm, like when you got in bed with me." Which one had it been, he wondered.

"Mmmmm! Like that." 

Had he ever seen such an aroused, longing expression? He lay down, his cock standing erect. She approached the bed, staring at his cock and moaning softly. She lay down on him, his cock between her spread thighs, her feet urging his to let hers get between them, so that she could squeeze her thighs together over his and squeeze his cock. It surged. To his surprise, she didn't want it yet, drawing herself up a little and tilting her head to kiss him. He embraced her, and they kissed, their tongues lovingly caressing. When his cock surged again, she loosened her hold on it, letting it twitch closer in the direction of her pussy. Her thighs held it tighter again, and she moaned, her tongue more thrusting in his mouth than caressing his tongue. He sucked, his hands grasping the round cheeks of her ass. They tightened, then relaxed, as her hips rocked down. 

Her thighs loosed their grip on his cock, and her hips rocked down again. When her thighs slid outside his, and she pressed her body back, he didn't need any other signal that she wanted to fuck, the head of his cock twitching in the crevice between the cheeks of her ass. She wanted to feel it somewhere else, arching her back. It was almost where she wanted, but his hips couldn't help it find where, his cock sliding up. She gave a disappointed sounding moan, and rose off him, letting him reach down between them and guide his cock to her tight, moist opening. 

He found it, and they both moaned as she lowered her hips, engulfing his cock with her pussy. It clutched it, and they both moaned again. He grasped her ass and held it down on his hips. She nodded, but her pussy clutched again, and his cock surged. 

"Not yet." 

He wasn't sure if she had really murmured, or he had just thought she had, his own feeling. He nodded with a soft moan, and she did, her head now resting on his shoulder. Her hips rocked once, gently, and pussy and cock responded to the slight movement. "Um-hmm," she hummed very softly with her mouth near his ear. At intervals, they took turns gently keeping themselves aroused, exchange more hums than moans. Then she murmured: 

"You just feel so good in me; it's just so right, has to be, feeling so good."

"Um-hmm, and feels so good for me in you."

"Mmmm," and she rocked her hips again, making it feel so good for both of them. 

He fondled her the cheeks of her ass, his hands caressing all over them, in the crease at the bottom of her hips, on them, a little down between them. She nodded with an almost inaudible chuckle and rocked her hips again, and he did, both humming as the more movement in her pussy made it squeeze and his cock twitch. When his fingers slid up from her thighs, meeting in her crevice, she murmured again: 

"You can do that a little. I don't want this to stop, but I think I can stand that too."

His fingers crept deeper and found her asshole. She nodded with cheerful hum. When they rubbed, she responded with an appreciative "oooh!" After a moment, she tightened her muscles, squeezing his fingers, chuckling softly. She let them relax, and his fingers moved again, making it contract, also her vagina. His cock surged, and they both chuckled at the success of the new way of keeping them aroused. When a finger probed, she just nodded, relaxing and letting it, then responding with a soft "uhn," then chuckling when it contracted in a reflex. Or maybe she chuckled because it felt so good in her pussy. 

It felt just as good for him, and he chuckled, and she did. He loved the feeling her stomach moving on his when she chuckled, and it did a couple of times more, interspersed with moans, his too. Then she surprised him, her elbows extending to the side and her fingers finding her nipples. 

"Uhmm! They're so hard. I want you to suck them, but I don't want not to have you as deep in me as you are. 

"I want to too. ... Maybe ..."

"How? And that too, your finger?"

"Maybe, then it again. Sit up, and I will."

"Oooh! I hope so."

She spread her knees further apart, and he helped her sit up. His cock moved in her pussy, and she moaned, drawing her knees up past his hips. He sat up, grasping her hips, hugging them to his lap. 

"Mmmm! Yes!" she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing her thighs up so that she could extend her legs behind him. They both moaned, embracing. 

"Oh Pops, this is just so good!" she exclaimed softly and then kissed him. Their tongues' thrusting and caressing substituted for the arousal his finger had been giving them, but then he remembered that she had wanted him also to do that. As his fingers crept in to her asshole, she nodded with a warm moan, her tongue suggesting what one should do. It did, and she moaned again, and they both moaned in response to the contraction of her pussy. Her tongue had stilled. He retrieved his and murmured: "Your nipples." 

She nodded and loosened her hug around his neck, leaning back. His other hand supported her, and he lowered his head. 

Such a stiff nipple! So good to suck! Did young mothers moan like that when they were nursing a child?! An infant with no teeth couldn't do what he could; a mother couldn't have to moan the way his daughter was. But maybe her pussy could contract like that; nursing was supposed to help a mother's pussy recover from childbirth. But nipples were also good for this, for arousing a woman - his daughter - when fucking. Oh, her hand was offering him her other one. Breasts for twins? Yeah, he had twins, but then four breasts. Two breasts, so two men could suck them?

He was sucking her other one, and she was moaning, and her pussy was making his cock surge, but not just sucking: nibbling, his tongue enjoying the hard goose bumps around it, almost biting it with his teeth, pulling on it, but she moaning as though she liked that too! Her pussy liked it, and her asshole did, wanting his finger deeper in it. 

Her arms drew him closer, forcing him to raise his head, seeing her desperate, almost pained expression. 

"Enough waiting, I can't stand it anymore. Fuck me, Pops!"

She hugged him closer, her elbows on his shoulders, and began to move up and down on his cock. His hands helped her, the one with a finger in her trying to coordinate its movement with that of his cock in her. They both were moaning, desperate, insistent moans, groans, animalistic noises. 

He wasn't fucking his daughter, or she fucking him, just cock and pussy seeking relief after arousing each other for so long. They found it! 

Her arms wrapped closer around his neck, a reflex to support herself as the rest of her body went limp. He dropped back on the bed, drawing her with him, and their stomachs heaved against each other as they recovered. When she moved her legs back down next to his, his cock slipped out, but they just sighed with relieved moans. 

When he felt her pussy drip on him, he remembered that it was one of his daughters lying on him, that they had fucked like he never had before. He rubbed her back, wondering if that was good or bad: good, that it had been so good, and good, that they had done everything she had wanted; but bad: that it had been with one of his daughter; and bad, that she shouldn't know it could be so good with her father. He took a deep breath, and she did, her stomach pressing down against his.

She exhaled. He was more aware of her weight on him. She took another deep breath and murmured: 

"Oh Pops, that was just so good! Just sooo good!"

"Too good, for me too."

"Can't be too good."

"Hmm? I guess not. Hmm? Just that it shouldn't be for us two, or with your sister."

"But if it was? I hope for her too, why not."

"I hope it will be with the right guy. It was too good for me, because, ... well, it was better than ..., not just with your mother."

"Hmmm? That's a pity."

"Um-hmm."

"And with Louise?"

"Hmm? Not yet. I hope so."

"I do too."

"Me too. Kiss?!

He was a little surprised that he had asked for a kiss, but he got one, just like he had hoped: just a nice kiss on his lips, her nice soft lips moving on his. He rubbed her back, and she raised her head, smiling at him in the light from the bedside lamp. He smiled back, and they heard the church bell strike nine o'clock. She grinned and said: 

"Did we really do it that long?"

"Longer than I ever had." 

"Hm-hmm! Why we shouldn't have?"

"Something like that."

"Um-hmm. I don't want anything else. That was just too good."

"Said that before, but you're right. I don't either."

"Peepee?"

"Yes, ... Sweetie."

They both chuckled at his admitting that he didn't know which of his twins he had slept with. She got up and preceded him to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and smirked at him as her stream hissed in it, and remarked: 

"If we had done what I was thinking we would do, you might have been able to tell if I have the mole or not."

"Hm-hmm! Last time I was thinking that, I forgot to try. I love both my Sweeties."

"And they love you, ... not just this way."

"What I meant, but it gets a little confused, when 'this way' is so good with both of you."

She nodded, and got up, and he used the toilet. They both washed at the washbasin, and returned to the room. After glancing at each other and nodding, they lay down again, facing each other with their arms between them. Their hands found each other, and they smiled. She murmured: 

"I set our alarm clock for quarter to ten."

"Hope it isn't too loud."

"No, a radio alarm, music. Have to remember to reset it for the morning."

"Yes. ... Uh, what did my other Sweetie think about this."

"Hm-hmm! Don't know which one?"

"If you don't want to tell me. What did she think?"

"Oh, like we told you, in principle, we both agreed that this would be better. It sure has been! Have to tell her."

"I guess so."

"Yeah, I promised her I would tell her what we did, have done."

"I hope her expectations won't be too high." 

"Hm-hmm! Me too. Oh, I told her that I would do anything she wanted."

"Tonight?"

"I was thinking so. Not so sure now, but she probably will."

"Thought you both did anything you wanted, anyway."

"Um-hmm! So it wasn't much of a promise, but she doesn't have to do anything."

"A minor sacrifice on your part."

"Very! Hm-hm-hmm! Of course, I could give her a watered down report."

"To keep her expectations down?"

"And protect your reputation as the best ... - if you don't mind - best fucking father."

"Hm-hmm! You've only got one; no basis for comparison."

"Don't want one. ... Oh, do you think other fathers do?"

"I can't be the only one. They're just not lucky enough to have twins."

"Your Sweeties. You're one too."

"You both taste sweeter."

"But we like how you do, just couldn't wait, glad I didn't."

"Me too, although I just love that too."

"Another time."

"I hope so, but kind of wondering if this could work out: your Mom visiting every week?"

"We hope so."

"Me too, but we can't miss rehearsals every week, me, at least."

"I guess. We have our periods, like next week."

"Hm-hmm! Thanks, to keep me from getting my hopes up."

"Not just your hopes - up."

"Don't be naughty; you shouldn't notice that."

"Shouldn't have let me see it."

"Naughty me! I wanted you to."

"And made my panties all wet."

"So that you forgot what you were thinking you were wanting to do."

"Um-hmm! ... Hm-hmm! Still do!"

She let go of his hand and reached down, grasping his soft cock. He chuckled, and she did, murmuring: 

"You said we taste sweeter."

"Not to mention how much my tongue likes to find where you do."

"Mine too, even if you don't taste sweet."

They nodded with snickers, and she turned around on the bed, not releasing his cock until she put it in her mouth, still able to suck most of it in. He raised his head, letting her thigh draw up under it. They grasped each other's hips, humming, and then were arousing each other again. Their fingers immediately sought were they could help. Exchanging hums, they sucked and licked, their hums becoming moans. Then he grunted; she moaning a couple of times, and then he was making her moan in a different way - for a different reason. 

They rolled apart, sighing. He fondled her breast, and they both nodded. After a minute or two, the radio switched on, classical music. They both chuckled softly and got up and went in the bathroom again. While he was washing, he snorted and remarked: 

"Sort of a dessert, rather than the starter you were intending."

"Um-hmm," she agreed with a grin, adding: "hadn't thought we would we want one."

"Me neither, but as the saying goes: appetite comes with eating, and mine was sweet."

"From one of your Sweeties."

"Hm-hmm! When I started calling you that, I sure wasn't anticipating that I would find out how appropriate it would be."

"Mmmmm! But it's nice - very nice - that you have."

"Very!"

They returned to the girls' bedroom, and he got dressed. She just stood watching him in the weak light from the bedside lamp. His eyes only left her, when he needed to find a button, both smiling mildly. When he was completely dressed, just looking at her, his eyes shifted from her face to her breasts and light brown pubic hair, that didn't entirely conceal her pussy lips. His smile increased. Hers faded. Her nipples had popped out. Instinctively, she held a hand before her breasts and the other one in front of her pussy - the pose of so many statues and painting. 

"Funny," she murmured, smiling again and letting her hands drop, "with you all dressed, looking at me like that."

"Lovely," he murmured. 

"You'd better go," she replied, stepping closer, her smile fading again. 

They embraced. His hands enjoyed sliding up and down her bare back. When they kissed - just a little better than a parting kiss - his hands slid down and held her hips closer. 

"You'd really better go," she murmured. 

"I'll use the back door, lock it again, he replied. 

"Oh, we can't next week, you know."

He nodded, and she followed him to the door. They parted in silence. He went around the house, checking to see that his other daughter wasn't in sight, and hurried to his car. He passed her a block later, but didn't flash his lights at her. 

During the drive home, he thought that the girls had sure been right about it being better with just one of them, suppressing whatever other thoughts he should be having about what they were doing, then remembering what she - which one? - had said: "it's just so right, has to be, feeling so good." It sure had been, he thought. As he went in the house, he assuaged his conscience a little with the thought that the following week, they would just go to the rehearsal. He could drive them home again, so they could talk. What was the one going tell her sister about the evening? Louise was sleeping, much to his relief. 

After the rehearsal, the girls immediately followed him to the car. He was rather expecting that one would say something about what she was expecting him to do with her -- if their mother went out again. They were silent until he had backed out of the parking lot. Then the girls glanced at each other and snorted softly, nodding to suggest that the other speak. After a moment one did: 

"Mom didn't come home as early as she thought she would."

"And went out again tonight."

"Girls' night out," he suggested.

"Um-hmm." 

"Um-hmm, but, well, do you think maybe she isn't just meeting an old classmate?"

"An old girlfriend?"

"You mean, maybe not a 'girlfriend'?" he asked.

"We were wondering."

"The next morning, she seems kind of different ..."

"Smiling to herself a little."

"She was like that the mornings before, ..." 

"But we hadn't noticed."

"Hmm? And if; I'm with Louise."

"You think she could have boyfriend, male friend?"

"Like that?"

"Why not? ... Hmm? And if it's a girlfriend?"

"We wondered about that too."

He slowed down, turning off the direct way to their house. The girls nodded at his recognizing that the conversation could be longer. The girls waited for him to speak. He snorted softly and replied: 

"And if? Why not? Uh, why shouldn't she; you do?"

"You think so?" 

"Maybe her girlfriend is really like that, you know, ..."

"Not like us, doesn't like men?"

"Does that make any difference? If your Mom discovered that it's good too? Don't have to tell you that it is, and better than 'nothing'."

"Hmm! Hmmm? I guess so."

"Oh, you're right, Pops."

"Um-hmm! We could have thought of that."

"And if she wants to have her girl's night out every week?" he asked.




Identical Twins and Father Ch. 04



"Oh, she said something about that, ..."

"Yeah, hoping that we didn't mind."

"Of course, we didn't!"

"Just check that her car isn't there."

"I will!" he agreed, stopping in front of the house, seeing that the car wasn't there and that only the light at the front door was on. 

The hand that rubbed his thigh was even more suggestively close to his crotch - not the one where he felt his cock move. His cheek was rubbed by the backs of the fingers of the girl in the back seat, but more affectionately than three weeks before, letting him think that she was the one he had been with, that the one in the front seat, whose fingers had grasped his thigh, was the one who was looking forward to being with him the following week. He was too. As she opened the car door, she confirmed it, saying: 

"Oh, two weeks ago, I told the man who keeps the attendance list for the tenors, that you had to work late. Hm-hmm! I told the woman for us that I had to work on a paper, do research for it. You can tell her that I'm typing it." 

"And that I'm working on a special project," he added.

He and her sister chuckled, and she replied: 

"Sweet of you to protect my reputation."

"Hmm! Just wishing it had been me at home."

"Good night, Sweeties," he remarked with a grin, hearing her sister giggle and reply: 

"Forgot to tell her about that."

"What?" he heard as the car doors closed.

Chuckling to himself, he drove home, wondering what his ex-wife did every week, but delighted - for her, for him and their daughters. Then he wondered how many other men slept with their daughters - Lot and co. - chuckling again at the thought that he was especially lucky to have identical twins, who were so compatible with it, not bitching like two sisters might otherwise, their father having to keep secret his sleeping with both of them, or trying to avoid their bitching by making sure they knew they were both getting the same. He didn't have that problem; his twins knew everything, knew that he couldn't tell them apart, that they were in control on that point, which was very pleasant. He chuckled again, congratulating himself, again suppressing whatever other thoughts he should have.

The next week, he almost forgot to get his music for the rehearsal before he left the house, blushing slightly when he did. He wondered how it would be with his other daughter. Would she also be so aroused, or, since she knew what he and her sister had done, more relaxed, confident that they could do anything she wanted, in any order she wanted? He was too. What would she say, want to talk about, tell him what her sister had said? Oh, her "What?" about his having said "Sweeties"? If she remembered that and wanted him to start by tasting her sweet pussy? 

He saw her sister on the sidewalk and flashed his lights. He couldn't see her expression, but she waved him on with a sweep of her arm; their Mom had gone out again. He wished her as much pleasure as he was anticipating. He parked, again around the corner, and again found the house dark, except for the light from the window of the girls' room. When he knocked, this time he was not surprised when the door was immediately opened. He was surprised, however, to see that his daughter was naked, hiding in the shadow of the half opened door, just her face in the light from the street, grinning and greeting him: 

"Your other Sweetie." 

"She must have told you about that."

"Um-hmmmm! Sweet. Um-hmm! Mine too."

As he chuckled with a nod, she closed the door and added: 

"And everything else." 

She took his hand, like her sister had, but immediately drew it up to her breast, letting him feel her aroused nipple. He rubbed it, and she moaned softly, murmuring: 

"Maybe I shouldn't have asked her to tell me everything."

His other hand slid up her side and found her other nipple, and she moaned again, murmuring: 

"For that reason, now I'm as aroused as she was."

"And making me, too," he murmured, feeling his cock move.

"Mmmm! I hope so!"

Her hand left his and slid down and up his arm, onto his shoulder, her other hand finding his other shoulder, both drawing him closer, pressing his hands on her breasts between them, her hips pressing forward against his. His hands slid around, embracing her, and hers drew his head down to kiss her in the dark. 

As they did, he recognized that this was sort of a reverse order of what he and her sister had done, except that their kissing was promising what else they would do, his hands sliding down on the nice round cheeks of her ass, not that he needed to hold them closer to his; they were already tight, rocked up against his. When he felt his cock swell against her, he remembered how embarrassed he had been at their age when that had happened. But not now! Had those girls wanted to feel it? His daughter just hummed and moved her hips on it, then rocking them back. When she rocked them forward again and felt that it had moved up in his shorts, she chuckled, her tongue probing in his mouth. He also chuckled, nodding, as he sucked on it. 

She did that a couple of times more, her hips helping his cock slid up until it was fully erect, twitching against her tummy. She chuckled again and murmured: 

"That was fun."

"Um-hmm. When I was your age, I was embarrassed, and they sure didn't do that."

"They probably wanted to."

"Why didn't one tell me? They didn't do that. Hm-hmm! I probably wouldn't have known what to do, if she had."

"Mmmmm! But I do!"

"Not here?"

"Hm-hmm! Anywhere!" 

She found his hand again and led him to the girls' room. The same bed was open with the same bedside lamp, which hardly surprised him, letting him think that the girls really didn't want him to know which of them was which. This one had dropped to her knees and was already opening his trousers. He unbuttoned his shirt, looking down at her, watching her unbuckling his belt, thinking that he could have anticipated that it would have been easier if he had worn trousers that didn't have a belt, but he would have had to think about that in the morning. Next time. 

She was finding the grip of his zipper, easy, since his cock was pressing his zipper forward. She found it, chuckling as she pulled it down, and his cock in his shorts protruded. She hummed, glancing up at him with a grin, her hand finding the edge of the fly of his shorts, as she said: 

"I want my starter, even if she couldn't wait."

His cock sprang free of his shorts. She licked her lips with soft moan, but helped him let his trousers drop and then stretched the elastic of his shorts to pull them down passed his bobbing cock. He shuffled his feet out of his loafers, casting his shirt aside, as she helped him step out of his trousers and shorts. She was staring at his cock, licking her lips again. 

"Me too?" he asked. She just shook her head, looking as though she couldn't wait to lick and suck it. It was right in front of her face. But she didn't; her hand slid up between his thighs, behind his balls, jostling them in his loose sack. She lowered her head, and pushed one between her lips. 

Was she the one that had done that before? Or the other one, wanting to do that too? For the nice sensations on his ball, it didn't make any difference, whether it was the same one again, or because her sister had told her about doing it? Wasn't he lucky to have identical twins?! 

And they both loved to suck his cock, not more than he loved the way they did, like this one now was, and wanting him to enjoy it without the distraction - delightful distraction - of licking her pussy. But then he was going to do that, without the distraction of trying to appreciate how she was sucking his cock. His Sweeties! Don't think about whether they made it feel so arousingly good for guys their own age. If they did - probably - they couldn't appreciate it the way he could, knowing it was so much better than most of what he had experienced since he had been that young. 

He moaned, fondling her hair. She nodded, humming, buzzing on his cock. Oh, her hand was still fondling his balls, where it would come from, what she wanted to taste, what his cock wanted to give her. "Mmmm!" But now her fingers were just clutched around his tightening sack. Could she imagine how good it felt, what her tongue and sucking mouth were doing?! He moaned, hoping that she understood? Did she, now rocking her head on his cock, fucking it with her mouth? He moaned fiercely, almost groaning. She nodded again. She wanted it! He groaned and then grunted! She moaned, sucking, moaning again and again, as his cock spurted in her mouth, both moaning, as it spurted again. 

He slid his hand around to her cheek, urging her to relent. She did, but her tongue was sloshing all he had given her around in her mouth, making him flinch when it touched his now overly sensitive cock. Her tongue licked up against her pallet, and she swallowed and released his cock, looking up at him with satisfied smile, licking her lips and then swallowing again.

He smiled, shaking his head a little wonderingly. She smirked, licking her lips again. He murmured: 

"If you knew how good that was."

"As good as I wanted it to be. Hm-hmm! Maybe a little more."

"Couldn't have been."

"The sweetest thing you could have said," she murmured, her hand appreciating that his sack was loosening, her fingers again able gently to massage his balls.

"And now I want to taste you where you're sweetest."

"Mmmm! Not more than I want you to," she replied. 

She hardly smiled at him as she moved backwards to the bed. He dropped to his knees, following her, watching her find it with her hands and sit on it. She lay back and spread her thighs, letting him see that her inner lips were already visible, then much more visible, when she raised her thighs and let them flop to the side. It occurred to him that he could look for the little mole and identify which of the twins she was, but he didn't really want to know; the only thing he wanted to know was how good her pussy tasted.

It already tasted good - so good! - already moist, inviting his tongue to explore everywhere it could. It had to be more delightful to lick a pussy than to suck a cock - more different places for his tongue to enjoy, and to let her enjoy. She was moaning, little delighted sounding moans, as though she wanted to encourage him, but that was entirely unnecessary. Of course, she gave more aroused moans, when he tongued her aroused clitoris, but then she rolled her hips up, wanting him to thrust his tongue in her wet hole. Did she know how good that was for his tongue too? Of course, she did; she did it to her sister; they knew exactly what it was being like for him. He liked that, knowing that she - they - were letting him share something they both liked. 

Oh, she wanted that too; rolling her hips even further up. He did too. His tongue licked over her asshole, feeling it respond. He heard her chuckle. Yes, that was what she wanted. The tip of his tongued probed, and she encouraged him with a chuckling moan. It contracted and relaxed, inviting him to continue. Then she murmured: "As much as you can; we do."

He nodded and probed more boldly, remembering then that when it tried to hold the tip of his tongue, her pussy was also contracting. He wanted to feel that too, knowing his tongue could go deeper in her pussy, but waited for her to roll her hips down a little to suggest that she wanted to feel that too. 

She did, and he did, fucking her with his tongue, and she gave a pleased moan, several. And then - finally - she wanted him to lick and nibble on her clitoris again. He was as eager as she was to have her orgasm, not just for her sake. He wanted to feel her pussy juice and licked up as much of it as he could, but now he also wanted to fuck her; his cock was again stiff, just waiting to. 

She came, with gasps and uncontrolled pulsing moans and quivering thighs, her body jerking, and he got to taste her pussy juice. When she collapsed, he didn't wait for her to recover and rose up and plunged his cock in her pussy. She gasped, but her pussy squeezed his cock, and she moaned, then nodded and insisted: "God, yes!"

He shoved her hands off her breasts and grasped them and fucked. Her hips rocked, meeting his thrusts, and her clutching pussy came again with more pussy juice, as her body spasmed. He hadn't come again, hadn't expected to, but was doubting that she could want even more. But after another gasp and moan, her thighs clamped around his waist and her feet locked behind his ass, holding his hips to hers, and she reached up and drew him down on her. After another long moan, she murmured: Just wait, and then slowly again." 

He nodded with an "um-hmm," and waited, feeling his cock twitch in her pussy. She nodded too, but just took another deep breath and exhaled with sighing moan. When his cock twitched again, she nodded and loosened the pressure of her heels on his ass, letting him begin to fuck again. He let her heels give the tempo. When she seemed to feel that he had understood, she unlocked her feet and let him continue and removed her arms from around him and murmured: "Suck them."

He sucked one and then her other nipple, still gently fucking, exchanging moans with her. He did wonder for a moment about her experience to have so clearly said what she wanted, but it was what he wanted. When her hips again began to rock up to meet his, he let hers suggest when she wanted him to fuck her faster. Hers did, and when his did, she encouraged him with better moans, and then she wanted to kiss, and her tongue fucked in time with their hips. Then his hips were slapping against hers as fast as they could, and they could both only moan and groan. He wanted her to come first, but he did, but then she did, to the relief of his almost painfully sensitive cock. 

He lay on her, their stomachs heaving against each other as they caught their breath and moaned with long sighs. When her pussy tightened, his cock couldn't twitch in response. When she took a deep breath and exhaled without moaning, he rose up, and his cock slipped out, dropping down. She looked up at him with tired smile, nodding. He nodded, returning her smile. She smiled a little better and murmured: 

"Don't think I ever did it like this with anyone else, all of it, and not asking for it again."

"I was hoping not."

"Hmm? Guess you could have thought so."

"Not for long; it was exactly what I wanted to do."

"Oh, thanks, Pops. I've just dreamt that I wanted to. Not really dreamt, daydreaming, imagining how it could be. It was."

"It sure was."

"It was. Hm-hmm! We don't need any dessert. Come lie down."

She moved around, and he did, lying comfortably, their thighs overlapping. He chuckled and remarked: 

"I guess she did tell you everything."

"Um-hmm, sounded very good; maybe next time. I didn't want to be a copycat."

"You think there will be a next time?"

"Mom seems to like having her girl's night out. Yes, we wondering what she does."

"Me too. Don't mind if she does, whatever ..."

"Hm-umm, as long as she doesn't know why we don't."

"Something like that."

She put her arm around him, drawing him closer. His arm instinctively embraced her. She murmured: 

"Oh Pops, it's just so good. We know we shouldn't, but it's just so good, better than playing around with guys. Hm-hmm! Really better! But I meant, than giving them the wrong idea about us, that we're madly in love with them, or worse, that we aren't, but still want to do anything with them."

"Hmm? I guess that is an argument."

"It is!" 

She drew him closer and offered her lips for a kiss. They kissed, letting it get better, their thighs squeezing, but then both chuckled and relaxed. He chuckled again and murmured: 

"I already had my Sweetie as a starter; might be overindulging to have her for dessert too."

"Hm-hmm! I'm not fattening."

"Nonetheless, just to be fair. Are you also going to have to tell everything?"

"Of course. Don't have to tell you what else she'll want to do."

"Hmm! I guess not. Oh, while I was, I was thinking that it was so nice that I could share enjoying something you both like."

"Hm-hmm! That is nice, and you do it just as good."

"I hope so. At least, I like to do as much as you could. And, for sure, no one other than you two could tell me that."

"I hope not! Also why it's so good with you." 

"And with you both."

They smiled, and then agreed that they had to go to the bathroom. They did, washing, and then he got dressed again. She watched him just smirking. When her nipples popped out, she just thrust her breasts out, grinning, but her thighs twitched, as she said: 

"She told me about that too, but you can just look and think of me as some nude in a different painting."

"Rather just think of you - or her - or both of you, wondering if there is a painting of two identical twins. Hm-hmm! Probably not; just one lovely twin would be enough."

"Like we think it is better with just one of us."

"Um-hmm, like I do too." 

They smiled and embraced and kissed again, his hands enjoying holding the nice round cheeks of her ass, like they had her sister's. The church clock hadn't struck ten yet, but he departed, this time by the front door and hurried to his car.



Identical Twins and Father Ch. 05



They smiled and embraced and kissed again, his hands enjoying holding the nice round cheeks of her ass, like they had her sister's. The church clock hadn't struck ten yet, but he departed, this time by the front door and hurried to his car. 

As he waited till he could drive home, he wondered about his affair with both his daughters, not "affairs;" it was one, even though – because – the girls had agreed that it was better when he was with just one of them. Of course, it was incestuous – doubly so – but both girls had explained why it was better than their trying to have sex with classmates, and - he hummed with grin - that it was better with him. It sure was good with them! He suppressed thoughts about why it shouldn't be, and then the church clock struck ten. 

At home, Louise was asleep as usual. Their sex life had become more interesting, which was very pleasant, but he had to admit to himself that sleeping with his twin daughters had a double influence on that: the too delightful inspiration from what they wanted to do with him, but also his feeling that he had to make sure that Louise didn't get the impression that he could be showing less desire, question if he was slacking off, or worse, getting sex somewhere else. He was - damned guilty conscience! But if it was being better with Louise, that was a plus, and he was a little proud that he could have more and better sex more nights a week than in the past. 

The next day, one of the girls called him at work and said that their mother had already mentioned that she was going out again the following Monday evening. He sent an email to the leader of the tenors in the choir, telling that he would probably be missing the the next few rehearsals, then wondering how the twins were settling that, maybe advising that just one of them would be missing rehearsals. He assumed that they would be taking turns. What would the other want to do Monday evening? They told each other what they had done.

Monday evening, she wanted to do what her sister had, just as delightful and arousingly. As they parted, she reminded him that they both would have their periods. They agreed that the three of them could spend an evening together without doing anything. 

He picked up a six pack of beer, and they had a very pleasant evening together, catching up on talking about things they would have, if they hadn't been doing something else, none of them directly referring to what they had been doing, which was very nice. The girls told him that they had been accepted to university in another city in the fall, telling him that they hoped he would drive them there. Since the city was a few hours away, that suggested his staying overnight before returning home, and they all smiled. They speculated about what his ex-wife, the girls' mother, did every Monday evening, all agreeing that she must be enjoying herself and that that was good. Perhaps their smiles about that also were an oblique reference to it's allowing them to enjoy themselves. A less oblique reference as they were finishing their second beers was one of the girl's mentioning: 

"At least, we don't have worry about breaking up with any boyfriends."

"Just with me," he murmured, only then realizing what he had said.

The twins nodded with frowning smiles. The other one then said: 

"But there are two more rehearsals before the summer break."

"One for each of us," her sister murmured. 

He nodded, smiling. When the church clock struck ten, the girls both got up and gave him a good kiss at the door.

The Monday evenings with each of them were quieter, subdued, more loving. Both girls wanted to lie on him with his cock in her pussy, enjoying it that way as long as she could, until the two of them couldn't help wanting more. Then they talked: "sweet nothings," if that could be the expression for father and daughter murmuring with each other in bed. And then the daughter crawled around, and they did the only other thing they could together. At the door, he embraced his naked daughter and they kissed, not letting it become arousing, their tongues reminding them, however, that it could be. 

Without choir rehearsals, he had no excuse for spending the evenings with them. They called him at work and told that their mother had asked them if they minded if she still went out Monday evening, telling that they had assured her that they did not. When Louise wasn't around, he watched some videos, excusing himself that he was just seeing what Louise and the twins had viewed. That quickly got repetitive, and he was a little ashamed about his vicarious viewing. He clicked to art pictures of nudes, statutes and paintings, a slightly less questionable activity, even a little educational, he justified, singling out individual artists and seeing what else they done. 

Of course, he admitted to himself, he was comparing the nudes with his daughters – and with Louise, he quickly added. Some models had nice round breasts like the girls', especially those of Renoir and Courbet, but they usually weren't as slender. Anders Zorn had painted lots of lovely nudes, not to mention all the Renaissance painters, nice slender girls with nice but smaller breasts, and none of them had pubic hair, except on some paintings from the late 19th and 20th century. 

He turned to studying "midriffs" not wanting to admit that he was looking at pussies. He couldn't see them anyway, since artists seemed never to show more than the women's "mons veneris," mound of Venus - and usually carefully draped to hide it. That was a challenge. He saw plenty that were bare, but never the start of the model's pussy lips. It was still delightful, however, and he enjoyed recognizing the differences: some swelling out more between their thighs, that never had a gap between them, nice round thighs like his daughters', which, as best he could remember, also didn't, but they had hair on their mounds of Venus, not thickets, but enough that he couldn't recall if it was flesh or just hair that suggested a swelling there. 

He scowled, recalling that he had licked both their pussies, but hadn't noticed. A photo that popped up showed the woman's pussy lips descending from the top of the inside of her thighs, which he found unattractive, sure that Paula's and Klara's did not. While looking at paintings and statues, he discovered that the angle of the folds at the top of the models' thighs varied. On the artists' works, never less than about ninety degrees, often wider, which he preferred, as apparently did classical sculptors. Canova's marble nudes were very attractive, more breasts and asses, but wonderfully realistic. The sculptors of Greek and Roman statues all had the two folds pointing at the model's pussy at a flatter angle. 

He mentally kicked himself for not being able to remember how his daughters' were, then excusing himself, that most of time with them he hadn't been in a position to look. Pursuing that, he discovered a female statue, said to be a copy of one by Praxiteles. The even wider angle of her folds he found most attractive, and was delighted to read that Praxiteles was the first to sculpture the nude female form and that his work was the model for many others, including Venus di Milo, Venus de Medici, and others, and most of them had nice round breasts, like those painted by Courbet and Renoir. 

He didn't know if this knowledge was really a justification for looking at nudes, admonishing himself, that he hadn't been comparing them with Louise's figure. He subsequently did and wasn't disappointed, which didn't stop him from wondering about the twins', looking forward to driving them to their university in the fall, then admitting that he was looking forward to what he hoped they would do together, then trying to count the weeks, hoping they wouldn't be having their periods.

But then! He got an invitation to his parents' fiftieth wedding anniversary. The girls also had, as they told him them next day, both humming on the phone and telling him that "we can." Of course they could, but he understood correctly that they meant that they wouldn't have their periods that weekend. The invitation was for a festive midday dinner and a church celebration on Sunday. His ex-wife did not want to attend, of course, and Louise also did not, although invited, not wanting to have to be introduced to as his unmarried companion. It would be a three hour drive. A second phone call from the girls allowed them to explain to the girls' mother and Louise that they would leave Friday afternoon, so that he as son could be there early, but he told his parents that he and their granddaughters would drive Saturday morning, arriving for the dinner. 

The girls were ecstatic, he was too, shifting his cock, when he hung up after calling his parents. He reserved two rooms at a motel, wondering what the cleaning staff would think if all the beds weren't used. 

When he stopped in front of their house, the girls almost rushed out, waving at their mother. She waved at him, as he got out to take their suitcase. The girls were chortling as they got in the car. He had to chuckle with them, not sure why they they were. They hardly greeted him, one immediately remarking: 

"Oh, this is great." The other immediately added: 

"It is, for us. What she means, is about Mom."

"Um-hmm. We finally asked her ..."

"What she does Monday nights."

"Did she ever blush!" 

"Then we asked her if she had male friend."

"She couldn't have blushed more."

"But looked she wanted to."

"Then said that we were grownups, that it was her old classmate."

"'Like that?' one of us asked. 

"You!"

"But you nodded."

"She then did too. I guess we should have looked more surprised, shocked, whatever."

"She sure looked embarrassed."

"Then we did too, a little, when we glanced at each other ..."

"Knowing that we do too, with each other."

"I was afraid you were going to tell her."

"Almost started to, but then said something about her looking happier."

"That was good. She nodded, looking less embarrassed, smiled a little, and changed the subject."

He chuckled, almost laughing, and asked: 

"Why not, if it makes her happier? Maybe she is more like that."

"You think? Maybe why your marriage didn't work out?"

"Hmm? Could be. Anyway, it worked out well enough for having you two - my good luck."

"Ours too, with you," one girl replied, the other one immediately saying the same.

"Three of us, three wicked," he remarked, referring to their much early conversation. 

"Unspeakably wicked," one of the girls replied, grinning. 

"Um-hmm," he agreed: "better not to say how."

"Hmmm? How much wicked, how we like to be wicked?" 

"Don't distract me, I have to drive," he replied, giving them both a grin. 

The girls nodded and asked him about his siblings and their children and the others who could be guests. They gave them something to talk about until they stopped for a quick hamburger and restroom stop. When they set off again, the girls glanced at each other and chuckled. When he asked what that was about, they just chuckled again, and one said: "A surprise."

He smiled with a shrug. At the motel, he checked in and got the keys for their rooms, handing them to the girls before he got their suitcases and locked the car. In the room, he was surprised not to see them, but then saw the light in the bathroom and heard them giggling. "Close the door," one of them called. He turned and closed it. 

When he turned back, the girls were standing together outside the bathroom door, naked, grinning at him, both holding their hands in front of their pussies. He also grinned, nodding, thinking that he almost could have expected that, and appreciating that his visual recollection of their nice round breasts had be correct, very much those Renoir and Courbet had liked to paint, except that the girls' nipples were erect, nicely apparent from the shadow they threw from the light in the bathroom. The girls nudged each other and both said: "Surprise!" and dropped their hands.

He caught his breath; they had shaved, and the folds at the top of their thighs were like those of his favorite statues! His own two Venuses, di Milo, de Medici, or a Venus and an Aphrodite! He stared for so long, that one of them asked: "You like?" He just nodded, still speechless, then murmured: 

"Too lovely for words."

"Oh, that's good, Pops; we were afraid you might think we shouldn't," one replied. 

"If you knew how much I don't, how much I do like it!"

"Oh, that's good, Pops; we do too," the other replied, her sister nodding. 

He chuckled, recognizing the little mole where she had shaved, and remarked: 

"And now I can tell you apart, at least, when I can see you like this."

"Paula," "Klara," they replied as though introducing themselves, smirking. He nodded with a grin and remarked: 

"Tomorrow, when I can't, make sure I don't confuse you, though it was a lot of fun not knowing which one was in bed with me."

"For us too," Klara with the mole replied. Paula nodded, then grinned and gestured at the double bed and said: 

"Both of us."

They all nodded with grins. He suggested that they all had to hang up their clothes for the party, and put the girls' suitcase on the stand. While they started to unpack, he took off his clothes, earning approving grins. Stooping to open his suitcase on the floor and moving to hang up his dark suit, he enjoyed feeling his loose balls and cock swinging, and enjoyed rubbing the girls' nice round bottoms in passing, earning nice smiles. When it occurred to him that they were as lovely as the ones on Canova's statue of the three graces, he chuckled at the thought that he only had two graces. The girls looked at him questioningly. He chuckled again with a smile and explained: 

"Why I liked so much that you did. I had been looking at classical nudes on internet, paintings and statues. You're as lovely as the ones I really liked, copies of Praxiteles' Venus, Aphrodite, just too like them now, especially wide angle between the folds over your nice round thighs, and that they don't have a gap between them, like women in some nude photos."

"Pops! Looking for nudes?" Paula asked.

"Wanting to find ones like you two," he replied.

"And did you?" Klara asked.

"All the best ones, breasts like Courbet and Renoir painted, but, well, I wasn't sure about the rest, but discovered those statues and liked them better than most of the paintings."

"Our folds?" Paula asked, running her fingertips along hers."

"Um-hmm, and the way what's between them curves so nicely; couldn't see that so well before."

"Oooh, Pops, but why did you chuckle?" Klara asked. 

"Oh, that. When I rubbed your bottoms, I thought that they were at least as nice as those of the girls in Canova's statue of the three graces, but that I just had two graces."

"Hmm! You'll have to remind us of those names, so we can look too," Paula remarked, Klara nodding with grin. He also nodded and remarked: 

"I have to wash."

"We do too," the girls replied together. 

They all used the toilet and washed, not forgetting their assholes, but snickering as they did and saw the others do so. Klara had used the toilet first and was first out of the bathroom. Paula followed her. When he turned off the light in the bathroom, the bedside light was on, revealing that both girls were already in bed, both smiling at him invitingly. He murmured: 

"You look good enough to eat."

"We are!" one replied, the other nodding emphatically, then adding: 

"You too."

As he joined them, he murmured: 

"All three of us?"

"Um-hmm, I already agreed that Paula could eat you first, since it was her idea."

He was a little surprised that they had already decided what they would do, while he had just made an apparently suggestive remark and then asked a question. The girls were already moving around so that Paula could suck his cock, letting Klara rest her head on her thigh. He drew her hips closer, her thigh drawing up under his head, her other one rising to let him draw her pussy to his face. 

He didn't like the thought that he had been missing this; making love with Louise was just as good, but he sure had been looking forward to it since the invitation from his parents arrived. Not so good, blaming them - or giving them credit - for his and his daughters' being able to enjoy another two nights together.

They did, that way, and every other way they had together, not all the first night. He lost count of how many orgasms he had - they had given him, but not just a little proud that he could. They both wanted to fuck him alone, the other agreeing. The girls did it to each other, with his cock in one of their pussies. Of course, they did that a second time with his cock in the other one's pussy. They each sucked his cock and balls, while he licked the other one's pussy and delighted at tasting how she came. They were long nights. Saturday morning, after a late breakfast, they remembered to rumple the bed in the other room and move his things there, then chuckling about their plan to tell that that they had driven there that morning. 

The dinner party was a great success, he and his siblings all spoke and toasted their parents. The girls were the "belles of the ball," not just with their grandparents, but also with their cousins, whom they teased by confusing which of them was which.

Their supposed early start and drive was their excuse for their being tired after the dinner and returning to the motel. They were tired, also from the big meal and wine. A good nap in the other motel room ended with another triangle, Klara getting to suck his cock this time. When she said that she didn't need anything else for supper, Paula nodded on her thigh and he, on hers, all chuckling. 

Sunday morning, as they were dressing for church and packing, they admitted that maybe it had almost been too much, "but just almost." They enjoyed singing the hymns. 

When his parents were mentioned and the priest talked about marriage, fidelity, raising children with respect for the Ten Commandments, he had disquieting feelings - divorced, "living in sin" with Louise. Even if that was so not bad these days, committing adultery. Was it adultery, sleeping with his daughters, if he wasn't married? It was something else, at least just as bad - just not one of the Ten Commandments. He tried not to think about how good it was. 

When they left the church, it seemed that the girls were also thoughtful. They said goodbye to his parents and the rest of the family and guests and started their drive home in silence. After a long time, Paula murmured: 

"It was still good, Pops."

"It was," Klara rejoined.

"Just almost a little too much good," he agreed, and they continued the trip in silence. 

As they were approaching the girls' house, however, he was surprised when he remarked: 

"Until I drive you to university."

The girls smiled, nodding. When they all got out, and he got their suitcase, the girls just smiled, thanking him driving, both saying: "Till then." His ex-wife greeted them, looking slightly embarrassed when she greeted him, letting him think that she assumed that the girls had told him about her lesbian relationship. He just smiled, then smirking, as he drove home. 

"Till then," a few weeks later, he picked them and all their baggage up. After saying goodbye to their mother, when they joined him at the car, they looked like they were suppressing smirks. In the car, the girls immediately began to giggle, till one of them caught her breath and said: 

"Could have told you before. Since we returned from the grandparents, she has been more relaxed about what she does, even told us a little about her girlfriend, back when they were in school."

"Of course, since we haven't had rehearsals, when she went to visit her, it was no secret that she was going out, and she stopped being embarrassed about it."




Identical Twins and Father Ch. 05



"Yes, just asking us if we didn't mind, when they had made a date to do something on another day. 

"Of course, we didn't mind." 

"Then last night," they both started to say, stopping and glancing at each other. He assumed that Paula started again: 

"Then last night, we were talking about our going to university, living away from home, I guess like all families do."

"Um-hmm. Oh, we were sort of celebrating, with a bottle of wine, and then, well, I guess she finally wanted to know how we felt about her having a lesbian relationship."

"She didn't use that word. I guess she felt that since we weren't going to be around, she could dare to ask, felt that we all should be honest about it."

"And you were?" he asked.

"Oh, we surprised her."

"You did, telling her that we knew what we liked boys to do. She looked surprised, but nodded."

"She did, and then I said that they liked to do it, so why shouldn't two women enjoy it."

"'Enjoy it both ways', you said. She didn't know what to say, either too surprised that you had said that about us, or what you said about women doing it."

"She had asked us."

"And you told her," he replied, adding: "And did you tell her that you did?"

"She was speechless for so long, just nodding with funny expression, finally we both started to speak, then I let Paula say it."

He chuckled and said: "Hi Klara, hi Paula."

The girls chuckled at his finally having identified them. Paula replied: 

"Oh, we blushed a little, but then I started over: 'Mom, it's all right; we do too.'"

"I was hoping she wasn't having a heart attack, she looked so funny."

"She sure did; good thing that you said what you did."

"Yes, after you blurt out something, I always have to pick up the pieces. I said: 'Mom, it's all right, that you do. We just do it with each other. After the boys did, liked to do it, well, we're twins, tell all. If they did, and we liked it? Of course it was good, is good.'"

"She still didn't know what to say. Then I realized that she could still be wondering if we did it with other girls and added: 'We don't do it with any other girls. Besides, it's better than it was sometimes when we did with guys."

"Um-hmm! She was suddenly almost laughing, when I added that we probably stopped playing around with boys just to do that with them."

"She broke up, really laughing, almost spilled her wine. Finally she asked: 'But you do like boys?'"

"'Love them!' we both replied, and I added: 'but now we don't have worry about finding one just for that."

"She smiled, nodding, finally murmuring: 'I guess I could have thought of that. Yes, sort of like that, though I think she probably never really like men so much.'"

"We just nodded, and all drank, finishing the wine."

"This morning, she just chuckled, smiling."

He chuckled, nodding, then remarking: 

"I guess we're all wondering how much your Mom really did."

When he glanced at the girls, they also nodded. Then they talked about where the girls would be staying at university. It was late afternoon when he was finding a parking space near their dormitory. The girl in the front seat said quietly: 

"We both want to sleep with you again, Pops, like we did when one of us went to rehearsal."

"Um-hmm, like that," her sister replied. 

"Mmmm, my Sweeties, I do too. Not sure how; I only have a single room in the hotel." 

"With a double bed? Could be for two persons?"

"Probably." 

"Would the hotel be upset if you checked in with one of us?"

"Hmm?! Hm-hmm! And then the other one? What about your room?"

He had parked, then suggesting: 

"Let's look at your room first, before unloading." 

They did, exchanging mild smiles and hums in confirmation that they were all thinking about how it could happen. He had misgivings about trying to check into the hotel with a girl who obviously was the age to be his daughter, wondering if the hotel would assume she was a call-girl, not the way he liked to think about his daughters, even though they did everything a man could want to do with a call-girl. The girls already knew that there was no curfew on having visitors to their room, which had surprised him; the 21st century wasn't like things had been when he was their age. But a man his age could hardly spend the night with them, their first night in the dorm, without raising eyebrows. 

The girls' room had two single beds. They all looked at each other, smiling questioningly, the girls both then looking at him, humming again. Why did their nipples have to pop out, he wondered, knowing too well why, feeling his cock move. Then one of them spoken, he thought it was Klara: 

"One of us can get her things with you from the car, Paula, and I'll take a walk, and we can have supper somewhere, and you and I will bring my things up."

"And I'll take a walk," Paula agreed, nodding with a smile. 

He nodded with a hum, giving her a better smile, replying: 

"Be careful; it will be dark."

They all chuckled warmly in agreement at Klara's solution. Before Klara left, she remarked: 

"I'll be careful too. Seven o'clock?"

He and Paula nodded. They let her leave and then hurried to get Paula's luggage. She only unpacked enough to find a sheet for her bed. 

They made love as only an incestuous father and daughter can, more loving than erotically wild. She wanted to lie on him, kissing, until they both wanted it to be more erotic, then sitting up, embracing each other and kissing, feeling his cock surging in her pussy. Then she just wanted to lie on him again, and they both dozed off. His cock had slipped out of her pussy, hardly noticed by either of them. They were roused by Klara's knock on the door and said she could open it. She only smiled understandingly, and they got dressed, none of them speaking. 

Back in the car together, he remembered that he should check in at the hotel before they had supper. At the reception desk, he suddenly had an idea and asked if he could have a double room with two beds, explaining that he and his daughters had arrived too late to move them into their room. The woman at the desk only raised her eyebrows at his mentioning "daughters." He said that they were twins, could share a double bed. She was already giving him the registration pad, but raised her eyebrows again. He shook his head, and murmured: 

"I don't think so, identical twin, they often do, I mean share a bed, have shared a room with me, our last church choir weekend."

"I didn't ask," the woman replied with a smile. 

When he returned to the car, the girls were delighted, snickering, both saying: 

"Oh Pops, this is even better!"

They carried his and Klara's suitcases to their room, all grinning and chuckling at the two not so large double beds; it was an older hotel. When they left the hotel to go eat, the woman at the desk smiled again and said: "Very identical twins." 

Since they had no time constraint, they found a better restaurant and enjoyed a better meal with a better bottle wine. When one of the girls chuckled and said: "Like last night," he murmured: 

"But I don't have to ask you what you think about my lesbian relationship."

"Wrong word," one of the girls whispered with a grin, he then recognizing that it was Klara, with whom he was looking forward to his second incestuous experience. 

Back in the hotel room, getting undressed, Paula said: 

"You two do what you want, we did."

"We did," he agreed with a smile.

"We will," Klara confirmed, giving her sister a smile and then giving him a grin. 

They all washed. Klara got in bed with him. In the dark, she also wanted to lie on him. It was the same as with Paula, not as exuberant as Klara's grin had suggested, loving, entirely the way he wanted it to be, not because he wanted it to identically the same with his identical twins. It wasn't quite the same, hearing Paula moaning softly with them. 

He and Klara were also about to fall asleep, but were stirred, when Paula joined them, wanting Klara to let her lie with their father. Klara slid off him, and he fell asleep with both of his daughters' heads on his shoulder and their thighs between his.

When he woke up early in the morning, he was lying with arm around one of them, awakened when the one behind him rolled over and slid her arm around him and murmured. 

"Hi Pops. Good morning."

"You too. Who?"

"Me. Hm-hmm." 

"Me too," her sister replied, finding his hand and putting on her breast, and chuckling.

He chuckled and then remembered on which side of him Paula had joined them, the one whose breast he was hold. He squeezed it and said: 

"Good morning, Paula."

"Are you sure?"

"Only one way to find out," her sister replied, chuckling and rubbing his chest. 

"You want me to?"

"Hmmm! Good idea," Paula replied. 

"If I find it, the little mole, I might not want just to look, probably if I didn't find it."

Both girls chuckled and replied: 

"I wouldn't mind."

"In that case then, I get on the other bed and close my eyes and just wait. We have to use it anyway. But first, I have to go." 

"We too. Can we wait for him."

"Yes," her sister replied. 

He chuckled, getting up from between them. As he walked to the bathroom, he called back: 

"I won't shave. Hope you don't mind."

"No," the girls replied, chuckling.

He hurried, just wiping his cock with toilet paper and returned, putting a pillow on his face on the other bed. The girls sprang up and also hurried to the bathroom. He heard them chuckling and whispering, then the toilet flush. The mattress moved, and a hand found his cock, then a head lay on his thigh. He heard more chuckling, as the mattress moved again, and then a knee touched his head under the pillow. He hummed, raising his head, and the knee slid under it, he rolled towards it, reaching out and finding a hip. The other knee shoved the pillow off his head. With both hands, he drew the hips closer, burying his face between open thighs, feeling his soft cock being sucked completely into a warm, wet mouth. 

He chuckle, feeling a chuckle on his cock and hearing a very muffled one. It was too late for him to look for the little mole; his eyes could only see ass, but they remained open only for a moment. It didn't matter which pussy he was licking or for him which mouth was sucking his cock, the one the girls had agreed could. It was going to be good. It was already beginning to feel good. 

It was good. When they had all had their orgasms, and he rolled back, he saw the little mole, Klara's pussy. Paula's hand was still holding his cock. She chuckled and said: 

"Klara said I could, since I had to listen to you two last night. Thanks, sister, also for that."

"My pleasure. Hm-hmm! Good thing we didn't tell Mom how much we like to do it."

"Hmm! Especially that you like me to and to do it to me," he rejoined. 

They all chuckled, nodding on a thigh. He fondled their breasts, and then they got up and had showers. He had to get his toilet kit to shave, the only item needed from the suitcases. They got dressed and left the room. The person at the desk looked a little surprised when he return just one room key for the three of them. 

They could have had breakfast in the hotel, but it would have been just a "continental breakfast." They found a bistro and ordered omelettes with their milk-coffee and croissants. They just smiled and chuckled. He hoped that people assumed that they were just responding to the glances the girls got, probably not just as identical twins, his Venus and Aphrodite. 

They drove back to the dorm and took Klara's luggage to the room. One of the girls said that they'd better tell him goodbye there. The way they both kissed him justified her suggestion. When they said "thanks for everything," and he said the same, it sounded like they all were assuming that it wouldn't happen again. 

Back home, he looked on internet at his favorite paintings and sculptures, confirming his impression that his twin daughters were every bit as lovely as the female nudes renowned artists over many centuries had chosen as models. That reminded him to email them the names of the artists. A couple of days later, he received a delighted reply from each of them. He had bitter-sweet recollections, wishing he had a photo of them, when they had revealed that they had shaved their pussies. He refreshed his mental image of them by looking at his favorite online images again. 

They saw each other again at Christmas, with smiles that hardly suggested anything about what they had done since that rehearsal weekend. When he mentioned that Louise was spending a few days with her parents the weekend between Christmas and New Year's Day, the girls' eyes lit up. His then also did. He got a call at work, the girls' suggesting that they could tell their mother that they would spend Saturday meeting old classmates and that there was a party that evening. When he agreed, the girls almost chortled on the phone. He did too, hanging up with grin and shrug. 

The girls arrived mid-morning, greeting him with kisses, chuckling. He was rather expecting that they would immediately let him appreciate again their classical figures, but they didn't, still chuckling. He asked: 

"Another surprise?"

They chuckled again, nodding, glancing at each other. One replied – he assumed she was Paula: 

"Not like you probably think ..."

"But, of course, we want to."

"I have to change the sheets, before she comes back."

The girls nodded, grinning, but chuckling again, one remarking: 

"We have lots of time."

"And your surprise" he asked. The other looked more serious and replied: 

"Maybe you won't like it."

"Boys," the other one elucidated."

"Not much of surprise," he replied with an understanding smile.

"Twins, like us."

"Identical."

He chuckled and remarked: 

"And now you can't tell which is which?"

"Oh yeah, one has a freckle that the other one doesn't have."

"Hmm. And they can tell you apart?"

The girls glanced at each other, nodding, blushing slightly. He nodded and responded: 

"Well, I can imagine how. Nice. Hope they are. Why not? I guess you sort of had to find each other, the four of you."

The girls smiled, nodding, and one replied: 

"There was study about identical twins, started last fall, and there we all were."

"Five pairs of us, but only we four were students."

"The others were younger and older, from the city.

"And then, seems obvious that you four had more in common?" he asked.

"Just that, but, well, ..."

"Of course, we talked after filling in the questionnaire."

"And then?" he asked.

"They're first year students too."

"Just eighteen."

The girls chuckled, glancing at each other with smirks. The other one remarking: 

"On scholarships, both skipped a year in school; family doesn't have much money."

"But they wanted to take us out, thinking it would be very funny, two pairs of twins like us."

"It was. People grinned at us, and we all enjoyed it."

"You said that we should do it again."

"I said that we could. You wanted to, too. Said that they didn't have invite us."

"And suggested that they could come to our room. They shared a room with someone else."

"That was later."

"Hmm! I can see where this is going," he remarked with a grin.

"Was it that time or the next time?" a girl asked.

"The next time. They were kind of shy."

"But you two weren't?" he suggested. 

The girls blushed again, glancing at each other. One replied: 

"Pops, hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. Why should I? Why could I? You did with Martin and Roger, surprising me a little, but, well, it was better for that."

The girls nodded with smiles. Then one said: "They were virgins."

He smiled with a grin and said: 

"Lucky guys, meeting you two." 

"Oh, Pops, you're so understanding!"

"Not much choice. Hope you didn't rape them."

"Oh, Pops, of course not!"

"But when they asked if there was any way they could tell us apart ..."

"You showed them," he interjected.

"Not quite, but, well, of course, it gave us something to joke about."

"Told them they would have to kiss us to find out."

"'More than kiss us.' We had already. They had done that."

"And I know how you two do," he replied with a grin. 

"Maybe better than they did, but then ..."

"Well, we didn't rape them, but we made it easy for them to think we wouldn't say no, if they wanted to do more."

"That's when we realized that they didn't have much experience."

"But they wanted to."

"Hmm! I can imagine how you recognized that." he remarked.

"Hm-hmm! Um-hmm! Like you, the first time."

"But not like we did with you; had to leave it to them."

"Didn't want to them to think we had too much experience."

"Oh, they were all upset about the four of us together,"

"Not for long, after you said that identical twins should do everything together."

"No! They liked that. We did. Of course, well, they were virgins."

"We couldn't do everything we wanted the first couple of times with them."

"But they had seen videos. Oh, don't think is all happening in a week or two. We did other things with them: soccer games, eating together, talking."

"Yes, we didn't sleep with them till All Saints Day.

"But they had seen videos," he remarked. 

"Yes, so when we knew each other better and could talk about it, well, they asked if we had ever done anything else."

"We were just waiting to, but we tried to act a little shy at first, as though we hadn't."

"Asking them if they would to us, if we did."

"Hm-hmm, I don't have to ask if you did, if they did," he remarked with a grin.

"No! Had to tell them a little about where it felt best."

"After their having watched videos?" he asked.

"Well, not really tell them, just let them know when it did."

"Hm-hmm! I can imagine how," he replied with a grin.

The girls glanced at each other with twinkling eyes and looked back at him, almost simultaneously speaking: 

"Want us to show you?" 

"Oh, I don't know, he replied, trying to keep straight face: I think I can remember."

"We want to," both girls said, looking a little disappointed after his reply. 

"Paula said I could do anything I wanted, ..."

"If I can this afternoon," her sister clarified in a firm tone.

He tried to keep a straight face, murmuring: 

"No one asked if - what - I wanted to do."

Klara smiled and replied: 

"Okay, then I'll do anything you want to do."

He had to smile and replied: 

"Probably about the same thing." 

The girls' eyes twinkled again, both nodding with aroused nipples. 

Don't you wear bras in winter?" he asked with a grin. The girls shook their heads, returning his grin as they began to unbutton their blouses. Before they all were in the bedroom, they had flipped them open. When he saw their nice round breasts, he murmured: 

"My Venus and Aphrodite," 

"Your two graces, one replied. Paula he thought, unsure after they had moved from the living room.

"Oh, that was good," the other remarked: we had a lot of fun looking at pictures. 

"Yes, posing like that and comparing each other with the picture."

"We really do look a little like them."

"Not just a little," he replied, now all of them undressed, just in panties and his shorts. When the girl's stripped their panties over their hips, letting them drop, he hummed and murmured: 

"A lot like them," and pulled his shorts down, adding: 

"but I'm no Adonis,"

"Nor Mars or Ares, or Hercules,"

"But we don't think it could be better with them,"

"And the statues and painting never show them the way we like to see you."

"Or your twins," he suggested.

"Oh, we have to tell them about that, suggest they could be Mars and Ares," Paula replied, identifiable now as the one without the little mole. Klara added more thoughtfully: 




Identical Twins and Father Ch. 05



"Have to figure out how to get on the subject; can't tell them it was Pops' idea."

"No, I would rather you didn't," he agreed.

While they were talking, he had been enjoying looking at them and enjoying all the talk. Despite their all knowing they were going to do anything and everything they wanted together, he liked that they were so relaxed about it, that it wasn't being like that time when that was all they were thinking about, trying, having to do everything in two hours. They could also just enjoy each other's company, admittedly, nicely prickly, since their conversation was about sex. He was concluding that chain of thoughts, when he had made his comment: 

"No, I would rather you didn't."

The girls nodded. Klara glanced at the bed and smiled at him, cocking her head towards it. He smirked and asked facetiously: 

"You really want to?"

"Don't you?" she asked, also smirking, her eyes darting down at his cock. 

"She does," Paula replied, then murmuring: "Nice big bed."

He nodded in agreement, asking her: 

"What are you going to do?"

"What are YOU going to do?" Paula reversed his question, adding: I know what she wants to do first. Hm-hmm! I can show you how we let them know when they were doing it better."

He chuckled and remarked: 

"Yes, back to how we finally started talking about it."

"Finally!" Klara agreed, emphatically, her nipples popping out again. 

He flung back the covers and sat down, pretty sure that he also knew what Klara wanted to do first, since Paula was assuming he would lick her pussy. Both girls nodded with only a slight smiles and a soft "um-hmm." Klara dropped to her knees between his, and Paula started get on the bed. He dropped back. When started to straddle him with her thighs next to his head, he murmured: 

"The other way; I want it all in my mouth." Both girls chuckled, nodding. Klara watched her turn around over him. 

He hummed in anticipation, drawing Paula's hips down on his face. Of course, it was going to be like the other times they had been like this, but the last time had been many weeks before, and their young pussies were just so delightful. Did Praxiteles have an affair with his model, like some painters did? Did the ancient Greeks do this? Did the women do what Klara was doing? "Uhn!" That too? Klara had started to suck one of his balls. 

Paula wanted to let her show him how they had let those twins know when they were doing it better. She rocked her pelvis back. When he licked and sucked on her clitoris, she did, almost giggling as she moaned emphatically, more than he thought she would, obviously recalling her last words. He chuckled in his throat, and urged her hips forward, so his tongue could probe in her hole hearing her chuckle. 

This was going to be fun, he thought, also because she could watch what Klara was doing, his cock back in her mouth. They both had enjoyed prolonging his pleasure by giving his cock a rest a couple of times. Was it arousing for Paula to watch what her sister was doing? Questions, questions? Was it inappropriate for him to wonder about things while his tongue was licking and probing more by reflex than his thinking about what it was doing? Also a question, and it was also inappropriate for it to be doing it in his daughter's pussy - so tasty pussy - but he could forget that; it had so many times, and her pussy liked it. 

Paula chuckled again and twitched her hips. "Uhn-hnn," he agreed and licked back to her clitoris. She gave another enthusiastic moan. Fun, he thought again, making her moan again, now just in response to what his tongue was doing. 

"Oooh!" His cock wasn't in Klara's warm mouth, bobbing free in cooler air, and her fingers were trying to loosen his tight sack. He heard Paula chuckle; she was watching, and he could hear her better than if her thighs had been next to his ears. He heard her chuckle again and then felt a gentle slap make his cock move sideways. What a team? His two twins, or all three of them? Did men in cultures in which they could have two wives ..., did their wives cooperate like his twins did? Another question? He seemed to remember that Muslim men had to treat their wives equally, but from what he remembered, it was about their having two abodes, not sharing under one roof, not both with him at the same time. 

He hummed; his other ball was being sucked into Klara's mouth. Paula's hips twitched again; she had noticed that he had stopped licking, but apparently not while she was watching what her sister had been doing. He licked. She - no, both girls - moaned, Klara's vibrating on his ball. He moaned in his throat in response. 

The next time his cock bobbed free, he felt Klara's hands behind his knees, urging, forcing him to raise his thighs, all the way up, back, rolling his hips up. She wanted to do that too, her tongue caressing his tight sack and then licking below it. His tongue relaxed in his distracted anticipation. He heard Paula's "Mmmm! Um-hmm!" and then her hips moved forward on his mouth. He already recognized what she wanted, before she murmured: "Me too." 

He drew the cheeks of her ass apart, and his tongue licked back. Sweet little asshole, he thought, as his tongue found it, feeling Klara's find his. He chuckled, thinking he also heard both of them chuckle, feeling his and Paula's assholes twitching. For sure, it felt the same for both of them, male and female, and felt arousing, his cock twitching when his contracted, like her pussy did, when hers did. This was too wickedly good, not because they were his daughters, because a man shouldn't know how good it was, not in their western, Christian culture! 

After more contractions, Klara's tongue licked back up, letting him feel that his sack was looser. Paula's hips rocked back, letting his tongue to plunge a couple of times in her vagina, then rocking further back. Enough prolonging their pleasure, they all wanted it. He wanted to experience her orgasm, wanted to taste her pussy juice. His cock was back in Klara's mouth, and he wanted to let her taste his orgasm, but he didn't have to do anything for that to happen. He did, to enjoy Paula's. 

He did. She must have been just as aroused as he was, after Klara had prolonged their arousal for so long. She grasped his hands and put them on her breasts, urging his fingers to pinch her stiff nipples. Why hadn't he thought of that before? Not a question that had to be answered. Maybe it wasn't so good, trying to give a pussy an orgasm, distracting from what his cock was feeling. 

Dear Klara waited until her sister's hips on his mouth had stopped twitching uncontrollably, as she gasped and moaned, and her pussy juice ran down his tongue, its tip extended over his lower lip, so that it could arouse her clitoris with his mouth wide open to enjoy feeling and tasting how good her orgasm had been. 

He retrieved his tongue to savor it, and she held his hands still, still moaning. He felt Klara moan, nodding with his cock in her mouth. Then she began again to arouse him, to relieve him of his pent up arousal. Had she wanted him to be able to enjoy his own orgasm alone, or had she waited, because she wanted to enjoy it without the distraction of hearing her sister's gasping and moaning? 

Another question that didn't have to be answered, and Paula was dropping to one side of him. He and Klara could enjoy it together; Paula had said that she could do anything she wanted.

Only for an instant did the word "anything" remind him that this wasn't "everything" she could want. His hips twitched, and her hum buzzed on his cock, as she nodded. If she didn't want his cock to fuck too deep in her mouth, she was going to have to worry about that; he couldn't control his hips and didn't want to. He felt her hand grasp his cock, letting it thrust, sliding in the loose skin she was holding. "Uhn!" pulling his foreskin back so far! Fuck! She knew what was going to happen - and wanted it! He grunted, oblivious to the slight pain as his cock thrust harder and spurted. She almost bit his cock, having to swallow what landed in the back of her throat, but hesitated only a moment before she continued to suck and bob her head, moaning with him as he grunted, and his cock spurted again and again.

He held her head still, having to moan, feeling her tongue swilling his semen in her mouth. She raised her head, letting his cock sag down. She smiled at him, moving her jaw. He thought she would swallow, then saw her look over at her sister, lying beside him with her head near his hips. Klara hummed and chuckled, moving her lips, and leaned over, urging Paula to turn her face up, then chuckling again, when she did, moving her lips again. 

When Klara kissed her, he wondered if Paula anticipated what would happen. It was a sloppy kiss, white drops slipping out between Klara's lips before Paula opened her mouth, sniffing in surprise, then chuckling, their mouths then both open, both chuckling. He chuckled with them and rubbed Paula's hip. 

They enjoyed their kiss for longer than he expected, then both smirked at him, licking their lips. Paula shrugged and said: 

"We like it."

"But we haven't done that with them."

"Yet," Paula added with another smirk. 

She sat up and turned around. He moved back on the bed, and she lay half on him. Klara crawled up on his other side. The girls held hands on his chest, squeezing them, smirking at each other. He chuckled, hugging them closer. They nodded, then Klara said: 

"Oh Pops, that was good!"

"It sure must have been!" Paula agreed with a chuckle.

Klara's leg slid down between his, holding it, her hips rocking down, and she murmured: 

"I'm all wet."

He raised his thigh between hers, and she rocked her hips again, nodding, and squeezing it. Paula also nodded, then murmured with a chuckle: 

"I was too. Hm-hmm! Again, but it's still your turn. Mmmm? Want me to do anything?"

"Oooh! Hadn't thought of that. ... If you can again, Pops?" She let go of Paula's hand and reached down and fondled his now soft cock. He snorted and replied: 

"Like that? Not so sure. Maybe. Hm-hmm! Maybe, if one of you reminds him what you want."

"Me," Paula replied, shoving her sister's hand off his cock.

He and Klara chuckled. His hand slid around her side and found her breast, and she turned her head up, smiling at him. Paula curled down over him and sucked his soft cock in her mouth. Klara fondled her hair. It was a while before his cock responded the way it had to for what Klara wanted, but he found it very pleasant, also because Klara was humming cheerfully at what his fingers were doing on her nipple, clutching his thigh between hers and rocking her hips. 

Paula was good at sucking his cock. How many others, he wondered: Roger's, Martin's and the twins, both of them, others? While he was enjoying her efforts, he wondered if their twins cared which of his did whatever they had done with them. He could ask them that, not about how many others they might have sucked. 

When his cock was stiff again, he began to wonder if Paula had forgotten that she was not supposed to do more. Klara had apparently the same thought, grasping her sister's hair and pulling her head back. When his cock popped out of her mouth, since she was sucking as though she didn't want to let it, he chuckled and murmured: 

"Anything you want to do - this afternoon."

She nodded with an "um-hmm," and moved back up on him. Klara rolled away from him, and he rolled towards her. When she felt his cock behind her thighs, she immediately reached between them and grasped it. He grasped her breast and moved his hips closer down behind hers. Her pussy was open and slippery. It slipped easily into it, both of them humming, less from arousal, more in their agreement that it was where they both wanted it to be. Paula snickered as she clambered over them. When Klara drew her thigh up under her head, he appreciated that on the double bed he could move his upper body back and thrust his cock deeper in her warm, tight pussy. 

It couldn't have been better than the other times they had done it like that. When Klara's pussy began to contract more often, he began to fuck. Her pussy was still clutching his cock after they both had come, and then Paula was moaning, her hips twitching against her sister's mouth, that was making wetting noises, and then very wet, slobbering ones, until Paula's hips stilled, and she gave a final gasp and long moan. 

When they had recovered, rolling apart, Klara murmured: 

"That's just so good!"

"Um-hmm, he agreed. 

"We haven't done that with them yet," Paula murmured.

Klara explained: 

"Of course, we want to, but till now only just one of us with each of them. 

"Hmm? Do they know which one?" he asked. 

The girls chuckled and one replied: 

"Not at first, of course, when we had our clothes on, and not until we started to do more."

"We didn't have much light on at first, and they weren't really looking."

"It didn't matter; we weren't making any distinction either and didn't correct them if they called us by the wrong name."

"They probably didn't either; we all had experience with that."

"Me too," he replied, then asked: "What are their names?"

The girls chuckled and one replied: 

"Oh, that was funny."

"Not for them: Richard and Guillaume. When they were fifteen, they spent a couple of weeks on a school exchange in England. Richard is the same in English, just pronounced differently. Guillaume introduced himself, explaining that his name was French for William."

"And, funny or not funny?" he asked.

"The English schoolboys said: 'Oh, Dick and Willie,' and snickered. Dick is a nickname for Richard and Willie for William. They didn't understand why the English kids were snickering and insisting on talking about Dick and Willie." 

"Finally a teacher told them all to stop and to use their full names, then in private explained to them that the nicknames were both slang for a boy's cock."

"Hm-hm-hmm! So you two don't care which 'dick' or 'willie' belongs to Guillaume or Richard" 

"Oh Pops! It really doesn't matter; we like them both, don't have make any distinction between them." 

"And they don't either. After they told us that - by then we could joke about it - one of them grinned and said: 'Paula and Klara: if Klara were spelt with a C, your initials could both be for what girls have: "pussy" and "cunt".' We understood what he meant with what we have."

"And we knew that 'pussy' is English for a small cat and know what we call ours, about the same thing."

"Except that yours are only soft now, not furry." 

They all chuckled, and he rubbed his fingers on Klara's and then on Paula's, who said: 

"They told us the other word was crude slang. Their English is better than ours." 

"I'd still rather think of you as Venus and Aphrodite."

"You're sweet, Pops," Paula replied and reached over her sister and fondled his cock, then snickering and adding: 

"We like your 'willie'."

"Me too, and that you do, but you probably told them that too."

"Yes. You know us too well."

"And you both, me."

He sat up, and the girls did, and then they all had to go to the bathroom. When they had and had washed, he suggested lunch. Paula smirked at him. He snickered and remarked: 

"This afternoon, after lunch, or do you want to save your appetite for something else?"

She just continued smirking, nodding. Klara replied: 

"We can leave her here, if she doesn't want lunch; I do."

He chuckled and agreed: 

"Good idea; I love it when she's really hungry, but it might not be as much she hopes."

"Hmm! Then I better come along," Paula replied with a grin. 

They put their clothes back on and went to a small restaurant. Like at breakfast in the bistro in the girls' university town, they hardly talked. Paula was more smirking than smiling at him, while Klara watched her, snorting softly at her so obvious anticipation. He enjoyed it too, then whispering to her: 

"Don't wet your pants."

"Too late," she whispered back with a grin.

"Maybe I should take another walk," Klara whispered. 

"I thought you told them that identical twins did everything together," he whispered.



Identical Twins and Father Ch. 06



They put their clothes back on and went to a small restaurant. Like at breakfast in the bistro in the girls' university town, they hardly talked. Paula was more smirking than smiling at him, while Klara watched her, snorting softly at her so obvious anticipation. He enjoyed it too, then whispering to her: 

"Don't wet your pants."

"Too late," she whispered back with a grin.

"Maybe I should take another walk," Klara whispered. 

"I thought you told them that identical twins did everything together," he whispered. 

The girls nodded with restrained smirks, and they finished their meal in silence. As they returned to where he lived, he chuckled and asked: 

"But you two haven't done that with one of them yet?"

"Like we did with you? No."

"But we want to, them to."

"Hmm! Of course. Do they know what you do, when they're not around?

"Not yet." 

"You almost told them. I had to quickly say that we didn't."

"They had mentioned that they had seen girls in videos."

"Hey, we've just slept with them a few times, and been wanting them to think that we don't have much more experience than they have."

He chuckled and said: 

"Oh, right, they were virgins till they met you."

"Um-hmm, but when they mentioned the videos, they asked."

"Why I had to keep you from telling them, acting surprised." 

"So I then did too. That was just a couple of weeks ago." 

"They did it to us, and then we did, and then ..."

"We did first, then they did," her sister corrected.

The other one nodded, agreeing: 

"Of course, and then we all did."

He was unlocking the house door, chuckling, then suggesting: 

"Willies in pussies?"

"Oh, Pops!" Klara complained. Paula grinned with a nod, replying: 

"What else?!"

"Shouldn't have asked," he replied with an apologetic expression, then surprised when Klara smirked and said: 

"We're going to tell them that we did and liked it."

"So that we can do it with them like before lunch, all four of us."

"Oooh! Lucky guys!" he replied. 

"And us!" both girls both responded, grinning, Klara adding: 

"They talk like we do, saying the same thing, ..."

"Or completing each other's sentence," Paula added."

He chuckled, having closed the door, then snickering and remarking: 

"And do the same thing – another way - with their mouths."

The girls nodded, smirking, each finding the top button of her blouse. Their father feigned a resigned sigh and also started to unbutton his shirt.

Paula wanted to do everything her sister had, insisting that he lick Klara's pussy like he had hers. He had wondered if Paula, since she had been so full of anticipation at lunch, would want to him to lay her back on the bed and fuck her as hard as he could. She didn't, his identical Sweeties!. After wanting him to come in her mouth, and letting her sister arouse his cock again, she only wanted them both to arouse her. 

They had a long nap. It was dark in the room when they awoke - late December in northern Europe. They all had to go, and trooped in the bathroom. Klara, as usual, had already found the toilet, before the light made them all blink. He used the washbasin, letting Paula use the toilet. They all smirked and took turns washing. 

Back in the bedroom, Paula said that they didn't want to go out again, Klara nodding. He knew of a Vietnamese restaurant that offered take-away food, mentioning that he had bought beer. The girls grinned. It was Paula who said: 

"You know we like anything that tastes strange." 

"Don't know if we can ask the restaurant if it serves anything that tastes like that," he replied. 

They all snickered. He smiled wryly as he walked naked to the phone in the living room with the girls, whose nipples popped out, also surprised to be there with nothing on. He called the restaurant. While he was waiting, he chuckled and said: "Yes, my wife wants something that tastes like, well, you know."

The girls were giggling so loudly that he had to wave to hush them, when the call was answered, listening to the menu and ordering three different selections. He heard when the food would be delivered and hung up. The girls started to giggle again, then laughing, and Klara said: 

"If there were anywhere where food tasted like that, would ..., well, I don't know: the kids already like it, or the girls and women just get fat from eating it?" 

"And the men never know why," Paula added.

"Hm-hmm! You two have ripe - over-ripe – imaginations! They couldn't like it, unless they had already tasted it – at the source. Hm-hmm! No need to cook, just get it warm and fresh there."

They girls broke into laughter, he with them, enjoying watching their breasts jiggle, then remarking: "A lot better than those marble statues." 

The girls smiled with rosy cheeks and both assumed the pose of the statues, the ones that still had arms and hands held in front of their breasts and pussies. He nodded with a grin, remarking again: 

"The sculptors didn't want the models to really hide anything." 

"We don't either," they both replied, grinning, letting their hands drop and holding their shoulders back. 

"Maybe you can do that with "Dick" and "Willie" and ask them if they've been to the Louvre."

The girls nodded with smirks, then offered to set the table. He put on his clothes. The girls' nipples popped out again, when he joined them, to his delight, especially when they assumed the pose of the statues again, so quickly that it looked like they were really embarrassed at being naked in front of him in clothes. Maybe they were, he thought, when it was a moment before their rosy cheeks rose when they smiled. It was charming that they could still be surprised and respond that way. And if they were just acting, he thought, that was also charming, but their nipples had popped out first, so they had been a little surprised. 

"Never seen a man in clothes before?" he asked with a grin."

The girls chuckled, letting their hands drop. Paula chuckled and replied – he had seen that her sister had the little mole: 

"Lots of them, but not when we are like this."

"A little like in dreams, knowing we're naked, but everyone else isn't, ..."

"And don't seem to notice."

He smiled with a nod, agreeing: 

"Had dreams like that too, but my nipples didn't pop out."

"Hm-hmm! And not anything else?" Paula asked with a grin. 

"No! It always got embarrassing. Nothing happened."

"Oh," the girls responded with disappointed expression.

"If you're not going to get dressed, stay in the kitchen, and stay there with the door closed, when doorbell rings. No peeking!"

The girls nodded, then one asking: 

"But then you're going to take your clothes off again?"

"If you insist?" he replied with a grin.

"We do!" they both answered, smirking. Klara chuckled and added: 

"You wouldn't want us to be embarrassed like that while we're eating."

"Hmmm? If you promise that my also being naked keeps them from popping out. Hm-hmm! That could ruin my appetite for Vietnamese food."

They all chuckled. Paula grinned, sliding her hands up under her breasts, and replied: "Just wait."

He nodded, suppressing a smirk and agreed: 

"If that's the promise, maybe they can pop out while we eat." 

"It is, they will!" she replied, Klara nodding with a grin, also jiggling her breasts with her hands.

"Hmm! Don't; I didn't put on my shorts," he replied. 

The girls grinned, both jiggling their breasts again. The doorbell rang, and they retreated to the kitchen, giggling as they closed the door. When they heard the front door close, they returned, grinning, as they took the containers from him, chopsticks lying on top of one. 

"Get naked, while we dish up," one almost commanded. 

He did, in the bedroom, returning, unconsciously jostling his balls, finding the food on the table, three beers at their places. The girls smiled, nodding. One said: 

"Looks and smells good."

"But not like 'that'," her sister added, wrinkling her nose with a feigned scowl, then grinning.

He snickered and replied: 

"Wouldn't want you to forget how you like it best, even if it can't always be mine."

They all laughed. He raised his beer and toasted: 

"Cheers, here's looking at you," appreciating that their nipples popped out as they responded, then all drinking, smiling. 

They ate with the chopsticks as best they could, laughing when a morsel flipped away, but getting better at it, all trying the other selections, forgetting that they were all naked. They didn't finish eating everything, but did finish the second beers in the six pack he had bought.

When they had all finished what was on their plates, they sat back, smiling at each other and agreeing that they had enjoyed his choices. He almost expected it, when Paula smirked and said: 

"But it didn't taste like that."

"Paula! You knew it wouldn't," Klara replied.

"Just wanted to say that," she admitted with an only half apologetic expression.

He snorted and said: 

"Then you can clear the table and clean up. I'll eat the restovers for lunch."

"I'll help you," Klara volunteered. 

They all stood up, and he enjoyed watching them clear the table, following them to the kitchen and watching them wash up. The view of their naked bottoms reminded him that one of the three graces in the statues always was facing the other two, the sculptor letting viewers enjoy both a front and back view of three lovely young women. 

Clever of the sculptors, he thought, their knowing what men wanted to see, saving them from having to walk around - maybe in female company. Even if they had also been naked - or the men had seen them naked at home - they all couldn't have been as attractive as the three graces in the statues, all chosen for their nice figures. And none of those men - well, very few - could have had twin daughters, and even fewer of them could have had been as attractive as the statues - or Paula and Klara. 

He hummed at his new appreciation of how lucky he was, then chuckling at the recognition that Richard and Guillaume were also so lucky, then frowning with the thought that it was unfair that they could be, virgins, with their first girlfriends. Of course, he was only their father; sometime this was going to end. 

The girls glanced back at him with sweet smiles. He returned them, forgetting his last though, just seeing them as his daughters, forgetting statues, now recognizing that they had been murmuring with each other. He watched them dry their hands. They turned to him, smiling mildly, both taking a deeper breath that raised their breasts. He almost didn't want to recognize that their nipples were aroused, but he did, having to hum. They also hummed softly, then glancing at each other. 

To his surprise, it was Klara with her little mole who spoke, softly: 

"We want to sleep with you. You know how, ..."

"Just lie on you, ... as long as we can." 

"You know, just feel you in us, until we can't stand it any more."

He nodded, the expression on his face as intense as theirs, having to think: why hadn't any girl or woman ever told him that, but now both his twin daughters? Was incest the best ...? It had been for him, and they seemed to agree. Must be a reason why in Leviticus it was forbidden in so many variations. He and his daughters knew why; they had done it so good so many times. He nodded again with a deep hum and murmured: 

"I want to, too, like that."

The girls nodded with sighing hums, their eyelids clenching shut for a moment, as their thighs pressed together. One of them turned off the light in the kitchen, and they silently went back to the bedroom. He turned off the light in the living room at the switch by the bedroom door and then the light in the bedroom, hearing the girls' soft hums in agreement. He didn't need to know which one would be lying on him first, didn't want to know, liking that they agreed.

In the dark, they found the bed and lay down: a girl on each side of him, their heads on his shoulders, his arms around them, their thighs slipping between his, when he rolled them apart. He just waited, feeling the girls breathing with him, all of them exhaling with hardly audible hums. He understood after their explanation of what they wanted to do and from the many nights he had slept with them, that they were not going to speak, just wondering how it would start. He wanted to rub their backs, wanted to slide his hands around their sides and hold their firm breasts, that moved slightly on his chest as they breathed, long, deep breaths. Were their nipples aroused? He was aware of his cock, that nice consciousness of it, before it was aroused. 

The girls' thighs both twitched, almost simultaneously. Their knees between his thighs were touching. Then – almost simultaneously – their hands met over his cock and balls. They didn't have to find them, he thought, slide down his stomach or up between his thighs; they both knew precisely where they would be, when they were lying like that with him. Their fingers fondled as though they belonged to the two hands of one person. 

He did then slide his hands around and held their breasts. They also knew where they were, but slid up under them. Yes, their nipples were aroused, and the girls both sighed with a soft moan, as though they had been waiting for him to do that. He moaned softly in agreement, feeling his cock respond to their fondling, and feeling their thighs hold his tighter. How were they going to decide which of them lay on him first, or had they already in the kitchen? 

The fingers of both their hands were sliding the skin of his stiff but not yet erect cock. Then one of their hands let the other one's fingers slip around his cock. The hand slid up his body, up to his neck, grasping and drawing her up on him, drawing her shoulders over him, her face over his. Their mouths didn't find each other in the dark as unerringly as their hands had known were they wanted to be, but then they did, and their tongues did. Her thighs clenched his, then opened, inviting his to draw his up higher between them, then holding it again, her hips rocking down. 

Was the one rubbing her hand up and down his cock, going to let her sister have it, he wondered, feeling her thighs also squeeze his, or was she just letting her have a good kiss, and not let go of his cock until it was in her pussy? Had they agreed before, wanting to keep him in suspense? Only identical twin could cooperate like that: one kissing him - and he, her - as though they were just waiting to fuck, while the other one was arousing his cock, as only a girl could, who was wanting to have it in her pussy, her thighs twitching together on his. 

But then her hand released his cock. A moment later, her sister gave a surprised "uhn," and her thigh between his rose, her sister's too, and she raised her hips and rolled them over his, straddling him. The hand found his cock again, now between her sister's thighs. How did it know how to find her sister's opening so quickly?! "Uhnnn!" they both responded, as her hips rocked down and her pussy engulfed his cock. Swallowing it, he thought, hearing her sister also moan in empathy.

He embraced her, and they both moaned again, feeling his cock surge in her tight pussy, feeling it clutch even tighter. God, yes, he thought, they knew what was best! What had they said? 

"Just lie on you, ... as long as we can." 

"You know, just feel you in us, until we can't stand it any more."

They did. "Just lie on you" was, of course, an understatement: they kissed and exchanged moans, when his cock twitched and her pussy tightened, sometimes rocking their hips a little. They chuckled, enjoying their arousing exchanges, moaning again. He broke his vow of silence and murmured: 

"As long as we can."

"Um-hmmm!" she agreed, squeezing his cock, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. 

He suddenly had the wild idea: Was it incest, if he didn't have an orgasm, if she didn't? But they were going to; a purely hypothetical question. Her sister - or she? - had said: "until we can't stand it any more," but not yet. 

But before he expected; she suddenly gave a surprised "Oooh!" then chuckled, her pussy clutching his cock. He slid his hands down to her hips, one touching her sister's arm. His hand follow it, discovering that her hand was down in the cleft between the cheeks of her ass. She gave a chuckling moan, her pussy clutching again, as she nodded. His cock surged. He nodded, responding with his own chuckling moan, his fingers sliding around her sister's wrist, encouraging the movement of her hand, hearing her also chuckle. 

They weren't going to be able to stand it any more, he thought and rocked his hips. She did, nodding, and her sister's hand encouraged them, her moans almost as aroused theirs were. Those of the twin he was fucking became more distraught, her pussy clutching his cock with each thrust. Her sister was moaning with her. If he could have thought about her, he could have wondered if her other hand was arousing her own pussy. It was. 

He grunted and came, relieved that with his second ejaculation, her pussy flooded, her body spasming on him, as she gave a long pulsing moan: "Uhn-uhn-uhn-uhn-uhnnnn!" He had to grunt again, and again. Her moans confirmed that she was feeling how his cock was spurting in her pussy.

He had forgotten that he was grasping her sister's wrist, until she pulled her hand back and heard her give a resigned moan. How was he going to be able to do it all over again with her, he wondered, especially when her sister kissed him and murmured: 

"Oh Pops! That was just so good, exactly like we wanted it to be."

"Me too," he agreed, after she retrieved her tongue from a second kiss. 

He rubbing her ass, thinking that having twins was maybe too much for one father, and chuckled, then thinking that that was a reason for not having incest with them, quickly rejecting the thought; it was just so good!

Both girls had hummed questioningly at his chuckle. He told them what he had been thinking. They chuckled, nodding, as the one slid off him, letting her sister again lie with his arm around her. She murmured: 

"You can, Pops."

"Not before a nap. Hope your party goes late."

"It will," the other girl replied, rubbing his chest.

"Doesn't any one else have to go to the bathroom?" he asked. 

They all did, leaving the light off. He felt his way to the washbasin and draped his cock over the edge of it, while the girls used the toilet. Back in the bedroom, they lay down, he on his side between them, trusting that they wouldn't mind if his hand held the breast of the one he had fucked or the one whom he would. He hoped that the latter one could also sleep and drifted off.

He was dreaming, nothing about the girls or women, but then inexplicably there was a woman in the dream. She seemed to be previous colleague with whom he had flirted a couple of times, enough that it had become interesting, and in his dream was becoming more interesting. She couldn't really be holding his cock, but it felt like it. More than just felt like it, his cock was being held. Still trying to reconcile that with his dream, he heard a murmur: 

"You have to do it with her too."

With the woman in his dream? But "too"? With whom else? There was no question what the hand was suggesting, or that his cock didn't understand. The dream disappeared, and he remembered that he was lying between his daughters, and then it all began to make sense: the girl holding his cock was the one he had fuck - so good! And she wasn't just telling him that he had to with her twin sister, her hand was already demonstrating that he could. 

He nodded, His hand had slipped off her breast. It found it again; such a nice warm, firm, round breast. She only hummed very softly, letting him wonder if she was also trying to incorporate the sensation in her own dream. He felt her breath in her sleep, once and then again, then exhaling with another soft hum, and felt her nipple stiffen in the palm of his hand. Nice, but he hoped that she wouldn't be disappointed to discover that it was her father's hand holding her breast. He squeezed it; she hummed again. He wondered if arousing her nipple would let her dream get better – with whomever. 




Identical Twins and Father Ch. 06



Before he could decide, her sister's hand let go of his cock and reached passed him and rubbed her hip. She liked that too in her dream, humming again, and again, when his hand squeezed her breast. He didn't want to upset her dream; it was so delightful to wonder what it was about, that she could include his and her sister's touching her. 

Her sister was less considerate – or maybe not, wanting her to have something better than just a dream. Did girls have wet dreams? Her sister's hand rubbed more. His fingers found her aroused nipple. She moaned, enjoying the additional arousal, but then snorted, He envisioned her wry expression, when her hand clasped over his on her breast, and she chuckled, murmuring: 

"Not a dream, better."

"I hope so," he murmured, his fingers trying to underline his response.

She hummed, nodding, murmuring: 

"It will be, if it is anything like before."

She rolled back towards him, humming. Her sister moved back, letting her straddle him with her legs. She moaned and found his mouth with hers. He grasped her ass, and they kissed, tongues fucking, until his cock was again as aroused as before, twitching between her thighs. They didn't need her sister's help to find where they both wanted it to be.

Then it was like before, moans and chuckles. He wanted it be, to be fair, and she wanted it to be, and her sister also wanted it to be. His hands had been holding the cheeks of her ass the whole time, but then her sister's hand slid over his. He didn't have to encourage it. Her sister also recognized immediately what she was going to feel, then responding with growling chuckle. 

Then it was like before, their hips having to rock, fucking, slapping together. He thought that he had come as good as before with her sister. She certainly came as good as her sister had.

While they were recovering, their stomachs heaving against each other, he felt her sister roll closer again, her arm around her sister, hugging her. He didn't know if he should be proud that he had given them both what they wanted, or whether he should be thankful that they had known how to let him. He preferred the latter idea, but then disliked the thought that he was blaming them for their so incestuous relationship. 

He and whichever daughter dozed off, her sister too. It was that one who aroused them again, arousing her sister, and she then, him, nodding on his shoulder with hum. They all sighed with hums, a few times. Then they got up. No one wanted to turn on the light, but they had to find their clothes. The girls didn't let him see which of them had the little mole, only facing him with smiles, when they had their panties on. They all still didn't want to speak, but when they were dressed, he murmured: "I'll call a taxi for you; you were at that party."

The girls nodded with smiles, still not speaking. He ordered the taxi. When they heard it approach, the only car at that hour, the girls embraced him, not kissing, still not speaking. He didn't either. Anything they could have said would have sounded trite; they all knew how much they enjoyed what they did – what they shouldn't do. 

The girls left. He wondered if they would ever be together like that again, if they would want to, need to, if they could do it all with Richard and Guillaume - "Dick" and "Willie"? He went back in the bedroom and undressed, finding the bed very empty.

They were eighteen plus,
Quite old enough.
They had the pill, 
did what girls will.

They were not so tall, 
but also not small.
They had nice round cheeks, 
Below their eyes, 
Above their thighs,
- strong firm young thighs -
And on their chests, 
Had nice round breasts, 
With nipples, of course, 
Right in the middle,
 - And not so little -  
Just where they should be,
Most pleasant to see, 
In their clothes, of course.  

But without their cloths, 
They were even more fetching,
Like models who pose
For an artist's nude etching:   
Those breasts, those nipples, 
Rosy, their cheeks then too, 
When they'd bared them to view
With bashful smiles, but eyes
A twinkle; between their thighs 
They knew quite well,
Their mons did swell,
Hidden by hair, 
More brown than fair, 
And knew as well, 
Too shy to tell, 
Just modestly blushing,
Within it that pleasure
It gave – with whomever!
More reason, their flushing!