10 comments/ 57467 views/ 18 favorites Rose was Red and Violet, Blue By: Scaramouche123 My twin daughters, Rose and Violet, both born on Valentines Day exactly 18 years ago today, were at our backyard pool getting sun and swimming laps. It was unseasonably warm even for South Florida. This was their day, and for the three of us, an even more momentous day each year then Christmas, New Years Eve, or the Fourth of July. At least at our house it was a festive day. As had been the case for 14 of the last 17 years, this evening was going to be one of much celebration and once again, I was going to be their date. At noon I served lunch, a homemade guacamole, soft tacos and pulled pork with a sweet salsa I'd fashioned out of some chipotle peppers, brown sugar, vinegar and other spices. The girls ate everything and finished two pitchers of lemonade sitting under the big umbrella that covered our veranda's picnic table. Rose burped. "Excuse me daddy," she grinned. Violet rolled her eyes as she and I both knew Rose, the more outgoing of the two, liked to draw attention to herself. But that was only at home and just between the three of us. At school, ballet and music lessons, she was equally as reserved as her sister. Both excelled at all three aspects of their lives outside of our home, but neither would brag nor flaunt their talent in the least bit at school or in public. Inside the house however, was a completely different story. Many nights I would have to play the diplomat's role of ameliorator when the two of them competed to see who was farthest along in their dance routines, their music lessons or who got the best report from their teachers. I, of course, didn't mind and was often amused as they struggled to put forth their best efforts to show off their latest accomplishment. It had been this way for the past four years and I think their shyness outside the house had something to do with the way the community expressed its condolences when their mother passed shortly after they entered their teens and right after they passed puberty. Even puberty gave them temporary bragging rights as one began menstruating first and then as their breasts began to grow and their hips began to flair it became a race that ended when they both wound up looking exactly like one another, body size and all. The entire hubbub about the onset of puberty however, was set aside as first the fear of losing their mother and then, when she passed, their grief, consumed them. It changed them both, and markedly so, for two years. But with counseling and a concerted effort on my part, they learned that life goes on and were soon back on the road to recovering their lost youthful enthusiasm and vigor. I did the best I could as a single parent, completely devoting myself to their growth and maturity, both to ensure they had the necessary tools for life and to help me overcome the loss of the person I loved as much as I loved life itself. It worked, as each year became less painful for me. I found I lived vicariously through Rose and Violet's accomplishments and surprisingly, I liked it just fine. Their world became my world, and in doing so, their world became our world. They had me at their beck and call and I would not have it any other way. "Daddy! Where'd you go," Violet asked? "Oh, sorry darling, I was just thinking how lucky I am to know you two and how honored I am to spend this grand day with you both." "No you weren't Daddy," Rose said. "You were thinking about Mom." "Rose, you hush your mouth," her sister said. "It's okay honey. I was being a bit wistful." "See," Rose snapped. "I know Daddy," Violet said in a very quiet voice. "You must feel terribly alone." "Hah," I retorted. "How can I possibly feel alone with the two of you buzzing around like bees looking for flowers?" "Don't joke Daddy. I miss her too. I wish she were here to share this day with us, like she used to," Violet continued. "At least," Rose offered, "she was alive and well for our thirteenth. Remember how much fun that was?" "I do remember," I said. "But you know this is supposed to be a day of celebration, not one of melancholia." "God, I love that word," Violet said. "It fits my mood perfectly." "Oh great," Rose said, standing and unwrapping the towel from around her shoulders. "Violet is blue. I'm going back for more sun." "Very funny," Violet said. "Don't stay out too long," I warned. "I won't Daddy, but I want to look super special in my new dress for tonight." I turned back to look at Violet. She had her chin resting on the backs of her hands, looking at me with what can only be described as a look of helplessness. "I do miss her," I confessed. "But Violet honey, the two of you more than make up for the emptiness. Believe me. I love the two of you with every cell and bone in my body." Violet just smiled a wry, small smile that indicated "nice try bub". I busied myself cleaning up, occasionally glancing down at Violet, but left her alone with her thoughts. After I took everything inside, and cleaned up the kitchen, I went into our music room as we called the family room, strummed my late wife's harp, and sat at the piano to play some chord progressions and to reminisce. "You're in the minor keys Herr Beethoven," Violet said as she entered the room. "Hmmm. I guess I was, wasn't I," I realized as I slid a bit to the side of the piano bench to make room for my daughter to sit with me. She unwrapped the towel she'd been wearing around her wet suit, folded it and set it on the bench and sat down. She immediately leaned her head on my shoulder and asked me to keep playing. I had been playing for about ten minutes when I felt a warm liquid soak through my shirt. I stopped playing, turned to look at my daughter's face and saw her eyes closed with a trail of tears dripping down her cheeks and onto my sleeve. I hugged her and began a rocking motion I knew she liked, back and forth from side to side and back, all the while squeezing her tightly to my shoulder. After a few more minutes she sighed, opened her eyes and smiled up at me. "I love you Daddy." "I know sweetheart. I love you too." "Yes you do Daddy, and that's what keeps me going." I played for a bit longer, but the mood was too somber for this wonderful day, so I immediately broke into some Leon Russell. Violet looked up at me and laughed. Not a laugh of humor, but one of understanding at just how odd the hands we're dealt throughout life temper what could be a beautiful existence if death and tragedy did not come to visit from time to time. Then she dropped the bomb. "Daddy! What do you do for sex?" Wow. Just like that my relationship with my daughter changed and changed forever. "Well honey. I don't really do anything about sex. It truthfully has been so far from my realm of desire; I can't say I remember even wanting a woman in the past five years." "Why is that?" "Because I have taken my responsibilities seriously and to even think of venturing back into that world, would take away from the tasks at hand." "Are Rose and I the tasks at hand?" "You bet you are." "Are you angry about that?" "My lord no. What on earth would make you ask such a question?" "Well for one thing, I'm not naïve. I may be mostly inexperienced, but anyone with their eyes and ears open in this day and age, knows what sex is. It's everywhere for goodness sake." I looked at my daughter in a wholly new light. Here was half of all I loved in the world, my daughter, a schoolgirl still, and just like that, we were having an adult conversation about my sexual activities or, more correctly, my lack of sexual activity. "Listen Violet. This is very hard for me to talk about with you." "Why?" "I don't know. It just seems so sudden, and by the way, just how much experience do you have and when did you ever find time to get the experience?" "Rose and I have been experimenting for some time now." "You and Rose?" I asked with an incredulous tone to my voice. "Yeah. Me and Rose." "Wow." I was at a loss for words. "Are you mad Daddy?" "No I'm not mad." "Its just that from time to time, we do a bit more than just snuggle on cold nights." "Okay. This may be more information than I need to know." "We're not lesbians." "That's odd." "What's odd Daddy?" "Even with the thought of the two of you "experimenting", it still would never even enter my mind that fooling around like that would make you lesbians." "We're not. It just seems somehow to release tension and help us cope with the stress we feel from the way we run our lives." "Honey, I never meant to stress you or your sister." "Oh Daddy. It's not you that puts pressure on us. Rose and I pressure each other to excel at what we do." "Why?" I asked. "Don't know really. It may be that it began after we started coming out of our grief over mom." Violet thought for a moment. "Yeah," she continued, "I think that was when it started. The exhaustion we feel at the end of each day helps us go right to sleep so we don't have to think about what might have been." "And just how old are you my ancient sagacious one?" "Oh silly. I'm eighteen today though you may be right. Sometimes, I feel quite a bit older than my friends at school and dance." I played a couple of one handed broken chords trying to gather my thoughts and let sink in what my daughter was telling me. Then the obvious question manifested itself. "Why are you telling me this now?" "Well," Violet paused, "for one thing, like it or not, we're all adults now and I wanted to get it off my chest." "Okay..." "And for another, my being a little bit intimate with Rose has caused us to start thinking about you." "Uh, that might not be healthy sweetheart," I offered, stalling for time. "Oh, I don't mean we lust after you. It just seems so unfair, that you give up so much for us." "It is certainly not unfair. It would be unfair of me if I shirked my responsibilities toward you both and I might add, would be unfair to the memory of your mother and what we both hoped for even before the two of you were born." "Okay. That's cool. But," and here she paused for a moment to gather herself, "for goodness sake Daddy, you absolutely must start having sex again." "Why?" "Because," Rose whispered stepping into the room, "we want you to." "How long have you been standing there," I asked? "A while now. You're not mad at us are you Daddy?" So what does a parent do when an offspring, no longer a child, tells you they are beginning to experiment with sex? Not only do they tell you their "secret", they tell you in the same sentence that you too should be having sex. Wow. Once again, I was at a complete loss as to how to handle this conversation and even more confused about where this was headed. "Daddy!" "Hmmmm," I sort of responded. "Daddy," Violet repeated. "Where on earth do you go when you disappear right in front of us?" "Yeah, Daddy! This," Rose added, "is important stuff. We need you to pay attention." I guess I got told. "So," Violet went on, "what do you think we should do about getting you a lover?" "I don't need you to do anything for me. I seem to have been able to find the most beautiful woman on my own." "Oh, you mean mom," Rose suggested. "Of course I mean your mother. I took one look at her and knew that I would have to have her or die." "Have her," Violet asked? "You know what I mean." "Know we don't," Rose added. "Well, I certainly don't mean in a predatory sense," I defended. "Are you sure," Violet questioned? "Truthfully, it was so many years ago, I've forgotten my motivation. I just know this, when I saw her in the orchestra, wearing that black dress, her hair pulled back into a pony-tail, with her head leaning against the harp, I forgot completely where I was and why I was there. The conductor had to wait a minute to begin the piece... "Beethoven's sixth," the girls exclaimed in unison. "Yes it was, it was the sixth, and I knew as I played I needed to hit every note perfectly or that beautiful woman at the harp would not think of me as special. "You are special Daddy," Rose sighed. I blushed. "To you right now, that may be the case, but you're my daughter, correction daughters, and I think you probably feel obligated to think that way." "Nonsense," Violet added. "You are the perfect man. If you don't find a lover soon, I'm going to be your lover." "Me too," Rose added. "In fact, I hope you don't find someone so I..." "We," Violet interjected. "I mean we," Rose continued, "so we can be your lovers. I think that would be the absolute most romantic thing in the whole of the universe." "I do too," Violet agreed. "I'd even go so far as to say, it would be the perfect description of romance, like something out of mythology." "My, my, my," I mused. "Certainly you two are way more romantic than I imagined. I almost agree with you, but then I think, hmmm, how could we manage in a society that frowns on anything that even smacks of an unconventional life?" "So you'd consider it," Violet asked with just a hint of apprehension in her voice? "Not a chance. What time is it," I asked? "Two-o'clock," Rose said. "Uh-oh! I'm late for my nap." "Wait!" "What Violet?" "Will you sleep on it? This is the perfect day to begin our love affair." "Ha-ha," I laughed. "You mean all these years you haven't loved me until today?" "No popsy," Rose corrected. "Of course we love you, but this day should be the start of our wonderful love affair where we consecrate our union, with the blood of virgins." "Oh god you guys. You certainly have the most unbelievable imagination. But you know what the answer has to be in the end." "Sleep on it Dad," Violet commanded. "I'm going back out in the sun," Rose said. As she left the room, Violet looked up at me and kissed me on the temple so gently, I thought a wind had whispered something in my ear. "I'm going to play my cello for awhile. Is that okay?" "Of course it's okay. In fact, it may be the best idea you've had all day. At least it is the most sensible idea anyway." I stood and had just made it to the door, when Violet said, "Pleasant dreams my charming prince. See you at four. " Uh-oh I thought. This may be the strangest day of my life, no our lives, by the time midnight rolls around. Within two minutes of stripping off my clothes, I was sound asleep, lulled by the air-conditioner's hum. And then I dreamt... I dreamt of enchanted forests with sprites and other creatures playing beneath a canopy of green I dreamt of satyrs and maidens I dreamt of the entwinings humans have invented for their sexual congress I dreamt of music and the various ways people dance I dreamt of the Roman baths filled with senators and their consorts celebrating spring I dreamt of the Wicker Man I dreamt of grapes and wines and huge platters of meat I dreamt of rock-n-roll and Chevys and levys I dreamt I was spying on a woman combing her hair I dreamt I saw cupid wink Then I dreamt of my daughters. I dreamt I floated in the air above their bed and watched them bring each other pleasure I dreamt Rose drew a bath for Violet and acted as her maid in attendance I dreamt they pressed their breasts up against each other I dreamt they danced without clothes I dreamt Violet was playing the same low note, over and over on her Cello while she peed on the floor I dreamt Rose sat astride a huge white horse and rode it amongst a herd of buffalo I dreamt Rose was crying "Daddy. Daddy. Please hurry" "What," I asked in my dream? "Please Daddy. Please, please come here, please... But why would I dream that? "Daddy," I heard her cry again. "Daddy, please wake up." Then I realized; the dream was over. I jumped out of the bed and ran down the hall to their room. Rose was sitting at her vanity holding her bikini top up to her breasts. I saw it was untied. "Daddy. I fell asleep. Look at my sunburn." With that she dropped her top and I could see how the sun had turned her red all over. "See Daddy. See how my boobs are all red." Holy shit. I'd been looking at my daughter's naked breasts. "Rose honey," I stuttered. "Please cover yourself now." "But Daddy, it really hurts." "I'm sure it does. By the way, where's Violet?" "She went down the street to get me some aloe." "Here I am Daddy," Violet said as she came into the room slightly out of breath. Her brow furrowed, as if she was trying to make sense of all that was happening. "Okay honey," I said. "Before you put on the aloe, you need to take a hot shower to bring oils to the skin." "Okay." "And Violet," I turned to her sister, "help her with the shower and don't use any powders or deodorants, perfumes or other product after. Pat her dry." Then turning to Rose I saw she was holding her breasts, examining each one, lifting first one then the other, gingerly, with little tears running down the cheeks of her face. I turned my face away to the side. "Rose honey, it's going to be okay. At least it's February and I doubt it will hurt for more than a day, two at the most." Rose started bawling. "I know Daddy, but I can't wear my new dress tonight and I so wanted to look beautiful for you and Violet." Violet knelt down in front of her sister, lifted her face and kissed each eye. "You are beautiful Rose. You're the most beautiful woman in all of creation. It's just," she chuckled, "you're a bit red is all." "Oh great," Rose sighed. "Daddy, will you mind if I wear something that will cover these?" Not thinking, I turned back to Rose and saw her holding her breasts as if she was offering them. I couldn't help it and it was just at that moment that my daughters both began to giggle. "What?" "Daddy," Rose said. "You're naked." "And you've got an erection," Violet added. "Oh my god," I said in disbelief. But they were right. When I looked down, I realized I'd run to their room without remembering I'd been asleep. I bolted from the room hearing them laugh all the harder as I turned into my own room and slammed the door shut. • An hour later, Violet knocked on my door. "Come in." The door opened and Violet peeked her head around the frame. "Are you decent?" "Very funny," I responded. "I'm so sorry about earlier." "Don't worry Daddy. We'd both been trying to figure out ways to see your, um shall we say package, since we began thinking about you and sex." "You mean you guys tricked me?" "No and we didn't have anything to do with you being naked. Rose really wasn't hurting as much as she let on though. I think she wanted you to see her breasts. She's much more of an exhibitionist than I." "Okay. So, as I said earlier in the day, this is so much more than I can even fathom at the moment. First my daughters turn eighteen, then there is like this whole unknown side of them I'd never even suspected and, would have bet against if anyone would have ever suggested the two of you were as sexual as you seem to be today." "Does it bother you that we're that way, or does it excite you?" "It confuses me." "But you were excited seeing Rose's breasts earlier. That fact, you cannot deny." "I'm so embarrassed about that whole thing." "Why? If we ever worried about your health in "that" department, all concerns were dispelled earlier." "Honey. I've never had dysfunction in that department." "So why don't you take that handsome fellow out for a ride once in a while?" "Ha! Easier said than done. And besides," I paused, "I just don't have the time with the schedules we keep." Violet looked at me, or rather through me, sighed and stood up from where she had been sitting. "I came to remind you to be ready for dinner. It will be served at eight o'clock sharp." Rose was Red and Violet, Blue "What do you mean served?" "Rose and I cancelled our reservations. We're making dinner" "Why?" "Rose is red and didn't want anyone seeing her, and I quote, "looking like a tomato, and truthfully, I'm a bit blue today." "Oh dear. This is the first birthday of your adult years, and you're stuck with me at home." "Funny how that worked out, isn't it," Violet smiled? "You mean..." "I mean, I bet it turns out to be a lot better than you could possibly imagine." Violet did a pirouette and looked back at me. "Remember, drinks at seven-thirty and look sharp buster. You've a date with the two hottest women in town." "Yes ma'am." I lay back down on the bed and drifted in and out of consciousness for a while. Then, unable to sleep, got up, showered and shaved and opened my closet door to see what I could wear. There hanging on the inside of the door, was my formal tux, with all the accoutrement laid out on the closet's vanity, including a new cologne I'd never seen before. At seven-thirty, I left my bedroom and walked down the hall. I knew somewhere deep inside of me, this evening was going to change us forever. • When I got to the formal dining room, the table was set and fresh flowers adorned the center of the table. A huge splay of roses was on the top of the bar, twenty-four red and one yellow to be exact. I smiled. I went behind our bar and saw three of my best bottles of wine laying on the counter, with three of the correct glasses for each type beside the appropriate bottle. I mixed a pitcher of martinis and started to pour one into my glass when Rose and Violet entered the room. I was dumbstruck. The girls wore identical dresses. They were cut perfectly for their dancer's bodies with quite a bit more cleavage revealed than I had ever seen on any of their clothes. "Put you tongue back in your face mister. I know you think you are seeing double, but I can assure you," Rose continued, "we are real and for now, we don't bite." Violet asked, "Is there enough in that pitcher for three glasses?" "Who are you and what have you done with my daughters?" Rose giggled. "Silly. She's Violet and I'm Rose. The escort service sent us over to keep you company this fine Valentine's night." I arched my eyebrow. Violet smiled. It was that smile that changed everything. I decided to play along. I reached behind a row of glasses and brought out two, identical black velvet boxes. "Ladies, I think it's time to add one more touch to the perfection I see before me." I extended both of my hands, each holding a box. Rose spoke first. "For us?" I nodded. Violet looked at Rose and they nodded. They both opened their box at the same instant. "Oh my god, daddy," Violet exclaimed. "It's beautiful," Rose added. "I mean they are exquisite." The girls held up the matching diamond necklaces to their necks. "Put mine on me," Violet said. "No. Me first," Rose interjected. "Daddy, make a choice, please." "Oh, I already have made a choice." "You have?" "Yes I have." I paused for dramatic affect. "Who," Rose blurted out? "I want to watch you put the necklace on each other. I want you to do it facing each other and do it at the same time." "Once again the diplomat," Violet said smiling with her eyes. She turned to her sister. "Hold your ponytail up." "Hey," Rose said. "We're supposed to do it together." "Now," Violet commanded. Rose's entire countenance changed in an instant. She became obedient and raised her ponytail up off the back of her neck. Violet took the bracelet from her own box and put it around her sister's neck, latching it and then adjusting it so that its bottom diamond hung right at the junction of where her cleavage started. She paused, then stepped even closer, held her sister by the waist and bent forward and kissed her gently on the mouth. Rose sighed. I poured the martini mixture into the glasses I had chilled while we talked, then handed each of them a glass. "Now girls, this stuff is very potent. Go slow. Rose set her glass down and repeated the dressing of the necklace on her sister, then, instead of holding her sister by the waist, she put her hand behind her sister's neck, pulled her forward and kissed her full on the mouth. The kiss seemed to last forever. "Excuse me, my vixens, please, please keep the celebration of Sapphos to a minimum. This is Eros' day." "But Daddy, Eros is love and Sapphic love is just another," Violet paused, "hmmm, let me think, Sapphic love is just another expression of love between separate organisms. Yeah, that's it, we're separate organisms and we seek the comfort of the love companionship brings. Can't fault that can ya bub?" I squinted a smile at Violet's rationale. "Sounds like a thinly disguised plea for permission to me," I said. Rose reached for the glass and handed it to her sister, then picked up the other one. "I'd like to propose a toast," she said. Both Violet and I waited. "I'd like this day to be the day I know a man for the first time." "Here, here," Violet added. "Me too." I sat looking at the two of them, identical in every respect except personality, and realized, they were the image of their mother incarnate. If possible, I fell more deeply in love with them at that very moment in time. But in doing so, I worried; I would henceforth abandon the role of parent. The realization took my breath away. Violet sipped her drink, the very first martini she had ever tried, and then set her glass back on the counter. She shook her head, exhaled loudly and said, "I don't care for that at all." Rose sipped at hers and let the liquid run back in her glass. "God daddy, do you really like these?" "I guess it's an acquired taste." "So is stuffing something large up your butt," Rose giggled. "But I guess if you get used to it..." Violet giggled too. "Listen girls. I know you are now adults. But we need to have some rules set forth so we don't overstep that which is acceptable behavior." "Oh Daddy," Rose sighed. "We only need one rule." "And what, pray tell, would that rule be?" Without hesitation Rose answered. "Anything goes, silly. It's the only rule we need to have in place for the rest of this day." "Here, here," Violet agreed. "Anything goes." "Hmmm," was all I could muster thinking; maybe I was only along for the ride. "Let's eat," Violet said. "I'm hungry." "Me too," Rose agreed. "Real hungry," she added emphasizing real. "Okay," I said. "How should we do this?' "You take charge of the wines," Rose commanded. "I'll gather everything up," Violet offered. "I'll serve," Rose said, adding; "and Daddy, since Violet and I are your willing slaves for the night, the best way for this to work is for you to sit here," she said, indicating where I should be. "I'll sit across from you on the right, and Violet will be next to me, on your left. Okay?" "Why are the slaves giving the orders," I asked? "We're not giving orders, we're just setting the stage for this evening's debauchery" Violet clarified. "Oh my goodness, I said. You two seem determined to have your way no matter what I think." "That's right," Violet said. "With you, that is," Rose added. "Pardon me?" "Have our way with you," Rose giggled. I shook my head, smiled at the energy in the room and began fussing with the wine. Violet and Rose went to the kitchen to prepare the evening's repast. • Whoever says a meal needs to be cooked before it is edible needs to rethink food. The first course were plates of figs, nuts, and avocado slices arranged around salmon sashimi, cut the way the girls learned when they took a sushi making class. We had a wonderfully dry white, chilled perfectly to accompany the course. The girls made us eat everything with our fingers. "Daddy, can I ask you another question," Rose said as she licked the last remnants of an avocado slice from her fingers? "What was the first question?" "Just that, she giggled. Can I ask you another question?" "I'm not sure I understand." "Rose is being silly," Violet said,. "The wine seems to be making her silly." "Am not." "Are too." "No, I'm not." The first question is can I ask you another question? I'm just being specific in my speech." "Oh," I said. "I get it. Sure. Fire away." "See," she said turning to her sister. Then turning back to me she asked, "How many different ways did you and Mom have sex?" "Whoa girl." "Remember, anything goes," Violet reminded me. "Okay," I responded. "Well," Rose asked? "What do you mean?" "Like oral sex, anal sex, mutual, you know..." Violet added, "wanking as the Brits are wont to say." "Oh. Hmmm," I thought. I better couch my answer in terms that were not too explicit. "We had no boundaries," I finally answered. "Why?" "Because, whatever you and Mom did sexually, is what I..." "We," Violet added. "We want to do. We want our love to, as you so beautifully..." "And diplomatically..." "Beautifully and," Rose nodded to Violet, "so diplomatically answered. We too, want our love to know no boundaries." "No boundaries," Violet repeated. I thought of the limitless possibilities a world with no boundaries would offer. I began to feel a stirring in my loins. "Time for the next course," I said changing the subject. The next course was oysters on the half-shell. Need I say more? The girls insisted I let them feed me three apiece. So I did. "Now," said Violet. "You have to feed us." "Why?" "Because it's what Ethiopians do for their guests and loved ones." "Really," Rose questioned? "Really. They say," Violet explained, "you cannot be enemies with a person who has put food in your mouth and vice-versa." "Oh my god, Rose said. " How sensible is that?" "I agree," I added. "If everyone fed everyone else, then... "Daddy. "Will you put it in my mouth?" "ROSE!" Violet shrieked. "What. We talked about it all last week. Daddy takes my mouth first." "Girls, girls. For goodness sake." "Well we did talk about it Daddy," Violet confirmed. "Okay. But I have some say in this matter don't you think?" "Not a chance bub," Rose said firmly. "If we let you have anything to do with this, it will never get done or it will get done all messy and stuff." "We don't want that Daddy. Rose and I have planned, no choreographed this evening to the last detail. We know what we're doing and it is exactly what we want, both as our introduction to womanhood, and for the most memorable entrance to that state of being that could ever possibly be." "That is absolutely correct," Rose added. "You're going to help Violet dispense with her hymen. But before you do, I'm going to have you in my mouth. Then later, if there's anything left of your stamina, you're going to deflower me too. All of this, by the way, has to be done by midnight, so we better finish the oysters and get to dessert." So we did. We finished the oysters and wine. Then I waited as they both went to the kitchen to prepare dessert. I felt like I was still in my earlier dream. They returned with my favorite; key lime pie with strong, Cuban coffee. As Violet served the coffee, Rose sliced three wedges of pie. When she was done, she handed me one and set one in front of her sister. The third she kept for herself. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "I just realized you're not red anymore. What's up with that?" The girls broke up laughing. "She took a Niacin tablet," Violet explained. "Rose?" Rose lowered her head to avoid looking at me. She took a bite of pie. "Rose honey. Daddy's not mad," I said. "But why, why did you..." "It was my idea Daddy," Violet interrupted. "We needed you to know we were women." "Why? I certainly know you're turning into be quite the young ladies." "That's just it," Rose whispered. "You only think of us as ladies." "But that's not a bad thing." "No. But for our purposes, you need to see beyond that fact," Violet explained. "It's just so sudden. It is a complete 180 degree turnabout in the way I think about the two of you." "Probably. But let me offer this," Violet went on. "Rose, I want to serve you some whipped cream." "But I don't like whipped cream on my pie." "Rose. Pass me the bowl of cream." Rose passed the bowel of whipped cream to Violet. Violet began to pull the shoulder strap of her dress down. "Oh right. I forgot." Rose chortled. "I simply love whipped cream." Violet shrugged, exposing her breast. She scooped a dollop of cream onto her fingers and covered her nipple in it. "Now pay attention Daddy." Rose looked into her sister's eyes and lowered her lips to her sister's breast. Her pink tongue extended and swirled through the cream, circling the nipple and eliciting a sigh from Violet. "Damn that's good," Violet said. "Got that right," Rose agreed as she rose back to a sitting position. Then, she undid both straps to her own dress and let it fall, exposing both of her breasts to my gaze. Violet shrugged and her other breast came into view. I was frozen to the spot. "You see bub," Rose said. "Do you see what you've got in store for you tonight? Four delectable breasts, two sensuous, pouty mouths, two freshly waxed vaginas, and..." "At some point in the near future," Violet added, "two absolutely tight virgin anal passages that need to be plundered." I shifted in my chair. "Are you hard mister," Violet asked with a hint of mischief in her voice? I nodded. "This is not a game Dad. We've both talked about this night for weeks, no months now. You are the only man in the world who has given us every moment of your life." "That's right," Rose agreed. "And, I might add, no man can possibly love us more." "But I never asked for anything from either of you." "That's exactly why you deserve everything from us," Violet explained. "In the future, every boy, or someday man, I meet," Rose paused, "needs to measure up in every way. They need to love music, food, art and the earth we live on, as much as you do." Violet added, "They need to earn our love without asking for anything at first. They need to prove they are worthy of taking your place." "But in the meantime," Rose interjected, "I'm horny, I'm not a lesbian, though I love fooling around with my sister, and I mean to have a man, you," she specified looking directly at me, "before this day is done. I mean to have you here," she said pointing to her mouth, "and here," she added, pointing to her lower body. "Got it!" "Me too," Violet agreed. "I still can't. I don't have any condoms." "You don't need them," Rose explained. "We're on the pill." "That's right," Violet continued. "We've been on it since we passed puberty. Mom put us on the pill just before she took sick. It helped regulate our periods." "So you see bub," Rose teased. "There's no excuse now." I thought for a moment of the consequences. But as I thought, I began to think they too, had thought of the consequences. I couldn't find any that were not constructed by society's norms. I hate to say I gave in so easily, but, I had no argument against our physical love anywhere my mind looked. Of a sudden, it seemed so right. "Okay," I finally said. "There's just one thing left for me to say." I had their undivided attention. "I need a transition. Let me explain. Until this day, I've never thought of either of you in any fantasy or any other form of consideration other than my charge over you. I've always," I paused, "always thought of you as my daughters." "I protected you, I nurtured you. I listened when you had questions and answered them the best I could. But this is different. It's as if you'd gone away to boarding school and came back to me years later changed from the way I knew you before you left. But all of those changes happened in just one day. So I need a transition." "What," Violet asked? "I need us to walk into the music room as father and daughters. I need us to play one piece together, as father and daughters. When we're finished playing that piece, we'll leave the strict separation of father and daughters behind and become whatever it is you want us to become, because that is what I want now, and have always wanted for you. I've never, I repeat never, wanted anything for each of you other than what you've wanted for yourselves. So if this is what you want, then it too is what I want. But I need the transition for myself." "Agreed," Rose exclaimed. "Agreed," Violet confirmed. They fixed their dresses covering their breasts again, and began gathering things to put in the kitchen. When they came back, they had a plate of fruits and cheeses. "Grab the last bottle," Violet nodded indicating the Riesling left chilling at the bar. I did. "Let's transition," Rose said, taking my hand in hers. Violet came to my other side and we walked out of the dining room, a father and his two daughters for the last time. • I sat at the piano, Rose stood fixing her violin to her shoulder and Violet sat with the cello between her legs all of us ready to play and then play we did. We played with an intensity none of us had ever felt before. I played for them and they played for each other and me. It was so intense, when we finished, Rose was out of breath and Violet was crying. I closed my eyes so that no image could interfere with the resonance of the piece. When I opened my eyes, Violet was wiping the tears from her face. I signaled for her to come sit with me as I scooted to the side of the bench making room for the second time that day. She sat down and laid her head on my shoulder as we both watched Rose put her violin back in its case. She laid the case on our bookcase, stroked it for a moment and turned. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said; "That was a good idea." "What was," I asked? "Having a transition. That was a very good idea. But now," she hesitated. "Now it's time." She shrugged her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor. She walked toward us unclasping her necklace from around her neck. "Undress him," she said to her sister. Violet stood and stepped behind me. "Turn around," she said. I did. She took my jacket off, then knelt and removed my shoes and socks. She next unfastened my trousers and pulled them down. I sat in just my boxers, my formal shirt and tie and still felt more naked then I ever had in my entire life. Violet put her fingers in the waistband of my boxers and pulled. I lifted off the bench and my erection was exposed causing Violet to gasp. "Oh my god. It's beautiful." "It's mine for now," her sister said. "Take your clothes off and put your breast to Daddy's lips. And I thought Violet was the dominant one. Violet did just that. When her nipple brushed against my lip, I sighed and the last iota of resistance left me. Rose knelt between my legs and wrapped her necklace around my erection. She and her sister both grinned. "What," I asked? "One of our fantasies was to put a crown on you," Violet explained. "I guess this will do for now," Rose added. She circled me with her hand and pulled me back, exposing more of my testicles to her gaze. Then she wiped some of the pre-cum from the slit and brought her finger to her mouth tasting it as she closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, I was leaking more fluid from the slit. She wiped more with the other hand and raised it up for her sister. "Taste it." Violet licked the fluid from her sister's finger. "Ummm," she cooed. "It tastes better than I thought it would." "Told you," Rose said. "Honey," I started to say... "Shhh, Daddy, this is about me and this thing between your legs, this thing that played a big part in making me and my sister. I want to say thank you properly." Rose was Red and Violet, Blue She bent and licked the underside of my erection from the base to the head. Who could argue with that kind of explanation and follow-up? To go into a long drawn out description of a daughter giving her father a blow-job seems somehow tawdry at this point. Suffice it to say, she did what she set out to do and swallowed every drop of my offering. When she finished, she sat back on her heels and looked first at her sister and then at me. We had made the transition. "That," she said swallowing one more time, "was the most intense thing I've ever experienced." "It's a good thing you've been practicing," Violet explained. "What do you mean, practicing," I asked as my breathing returned to normal? "I've been using bananas and other fruits to practice on." "We've also," Violet added, "been swallowing half and half cream mixed with raw eggs." "Yeah lots of it, and it's a good thing too because Daddy, you came a bunch." "Did you like the taste," Violet asked? "Here. Kiss me," Rose suggested, raising her face to her sister's. They kissed. "It seems stronger than that stuff that came out first, the stuff you had me taste earlier." "Ten times," Rose explained. "I kind of expected it to, I don't know, maybe I kind of expected it to repulse me. But it didn't. I think you'll like it when you get your turn." "I probably will. It got to where I was beginning to like the raw eggs and cream." The girls were talking as if I wasn't even in the room. I started to grin. Violet noticed. "What?" I shrugged. "Do you guys even know I'm here?" "Of course, you silly man," Rose said. Then she stoked her throat and patted her belly and said, "and here and here too." At that they started giggling which caused Rose to burp, which caused them to break out in uncontrollable laughter. After a moment, I couldn't help it either and I started laughing right along with them. "At last," Rose said. "At last you've decided to get with the program." I shrugged. "It's okay Daddy. I just want to make sure you know one thing, if you never know another thing as long as you live." "What's that, sweetheart?" "I want you to know, that not only did I enjoy that, every delicious morsel of it, and not only do I have no regrets, I actually want to do it again and again until I get my fill of it, if I ever do, get my fill that is." She reached up and cupped my scrotum and asked; "How often do these fill up?" I reached out and stroked the top of her head. I realized she was very much like her mother after her mother had blown me. By that I mean, she wanted to keep her face near my genitals. It seemed to me that Rose, and as I remember, her mother too, were both very oral and a bit possessive of the object of their attentions, almost as if it were a detached aspect of my being. Just as I started to wonder whether Violet might be too, she spoke. "Hey. What about me?" "What about you," Rose asked? "I want to know what it's like to do that with Dad. I told you that when we agreed who would do what first." "What am I," I asked, "a lottery prize?" "Not hardly. More like the object of our attention," Violet clarified. "But, this is a momentous day. Up to now, Rose and I have shared everything, ballet, music, you name it, we've shared it. But there's only one of you. I don't want to be jealous of her time with you and I don't want her to be jealous when it's my turn." "I was only," Rose began, "saying how much I liked doing that. I liked it so much; I of course want to do it again. But, and you, by now, should know this about me, every time in our lives I've discovered something first, I couldn't wait to share it with you." "I know," Violet said, hanging her head slightly. "But truthfully, it was such an intimate moment, I did get a bit jealous." "Oh sweetie," Rose offered. "How do you think I felt when you drew that slip of paper?" "What slip of paper," I asked? "We thought, in fairness to the nature of this day and what we hoped would happen, that the best thing,"Rose said, "the best thing for us to do was to draw from a hat a slip of paper with the name of a sex act on it. That way, it would be chance that decided who you would deflower first." "And who got to suck your cock first," Violet added. "So I am a prize in your Valentine's Day game?" "No Daddy. Valentine's Day, belongs to all of us. It is simply" Violet paused, "and profoundly I might add, an exchange of gifts." "That's right," Rose agreed. "You give us the knowledge of physical love, and we give you our so-called innocence." "Now you might make me begin to regret my decision," I warned. Rose leaned into my groin and nuzzled me. She then took my limp member back into her mouth. After sucking gently on it for a moment, we both felt signs that it was stirring again. She looked up at me and smiled. "Not if I can help it," she said. "That's such a silly thought," Violet proffered. "What's a silly thought," I asked? "That ignorance of physical pleasure is innocence. I know plenty of people who don't know physical pleasure who are far from innocent. In fact," she went on, "I think that there really is no such thing as innocence. If there is, then I lost mine the first time I touched my self right before Mom got sick. "Me too," Rose agreed. "How can anything as beautiful as this," she said holding up my expanding member," be anything but an instrument of pleasure, and why is it so feared by the unknowing masses?" "You're getting a bit philosophical dear sister." "Maybe, but I just," she giggled, "I just sucked my first cock. I have a right to be philosophical. Hell, you'll probably write a book after Daddy makes love with you." It was her saying "sucked my first cock," that had me hard as a rock in less than a minute. I realized that I not only did not feel guilty about it, but I too, couldn't wait for her to do it again. But first things first. "Violet angel, are you sure you're up for this?" Violet reached down and grabbed my erection. She slid to the floor, kneeling beside her sister, leaned over and took me into her mouth. She just held still for a moment then released me and said; "I've never been more ready for anything in my life. I just hope I don't disappoint you." "You can't possibly disappoint me," I said. "Remember, it's a gift, and I humbly accept it and thank you, and you," I said turning to Rose who smiled, "I humbly accept with all the grace I have within me." "How are we going to do this," Violet asked? "How do you want to do it," I answered? "I thought maybe you could lay here..." "Here in the music room," I asked for clarification? "Yes here. I think this is the room all four of us made music in and if there is such a thing as an afterlife, or ghosts, then I hope Mom understands why we're doing this. I think me thinking that makes it more beautiful for me. I know there's going to be pain, but I want that pain" Violet stopped talking for a minute and stoked me a few times. It was almost as if she was getting to know the weapon of her surrender. "I want that pain to signify the moment I left my childhood behind." "Geez girl," Rose said. "Now who's getting philosophical?" "I know. But I'm about to take a man inside me for the first time. It's," she thought, "it's not a moment to be taken lightly." Then turning to me she went on. "Dad, will you let me do everything until you, you know, bust through. I think that way, I'll have less apprehension." I nodded. Then I pushed them both apart and moved to the floor to lay down. "Wait," Rose said. "Violet suck on him for a minute, I'll be right back." Violet shrugged then pulled me to her. She took me into her mouth and began to lave me with her tongue. "Where'd you learn to do that," I asked? Violet smiled. "A banana." Just then Rose came back in the room carrying blankets, sheets, towels and a pitcher of water. She made a bed on the floor and set the water and towels to the side. "Now," she said. "This will be much more comfortable." "Wow, oh sister of mine. That's so thoughtful." "Well, to tell the truth, I was really thinking of me, cause I'm definitely going next." We both laughed. "Now," she went on. "Violet you lay on your back, spread your legs and bring your knees up. Dad, you stand right here." "But," Violet protested, "I'm going to do the work. I want Daddy to just lay there." "I know," Rose agreed. "But I thought I could help a little bit and that way, I'd feel I was a part of it also." "What do you mean help? "Please Violet, just do as I say." "Okay," Violet said as she lay down on the makeshift bed, spread her legs and raised her knees up. Rose knelt between her legs, the leaned down on her elbows and brought her face to Violet's crotch. "Oh lord have mercy," Violet said as she realized what Rose was about to do. Rose licked her from her clitoris all the way down to her anus, then back up again. She paused, and then repeated the process over and over, going slower each time, until it was evident that Violet's juices had begun to flow. Then Rose raised back up on her knees, turned and took me into her mouth once again. I didn't need help getting or staying hard. In fact, I was so hard it hurt. "Now," Rose said letting me slip from her mouth. "That's better. Now I think you're both ready." She reached down and helped her sister up while at the same time, she nudged me to lie down. When I was comfortable, Violet straddled my legs and began to lower herself toward my erection. Rose lifted it from my stomach and positioned it at the entrance to Violet's lips. Then I slipped inside her and she gasped. Violet lowered a bit more 'til she felt resistance. She winced. "Are you okay sweetie," I asked? "I'm fine. I'm just a bit frightened of how much it will hurt is all." Rose leaned over and whispered in Violet's ear. Violet looked up at her and nodded. Then they kissed. Violet raised up again and began to lower herself down until she felt the resistance again. She struggled to break her hymen, but then stopped, looked at her sister and nodded. Rose stepped behind her, put her hands on her sister's shoulders and with a strong push down, pushed her sister so she was completely impaled on my hardness. I was through. It was one of the greatest moments of my life. I can't explain it. It just was and still is. I was on the floor of our music room with my daughter impaled on my erection. She, with her sister's help, had just allowed me to participate in her deflowering. It was not unseemly. It was not base. If anything it was the most private of ceremonies, one that was surrounded by love, and somehow, the love and it being Valentine's Day as well as their birthday, made it all the more special. I looked up. Violet's eyes were closed, but I could see tears in the corner of each eye. One began to run down her cheek. I reached up and let it run on my finger, and then I brought my finger to my mouth and licked the salty tear. Rose was the first to speak. "Are you okay," she asked of her sister? Violet opened her eyes and said, "I'm way beyond okay. You have no idea how much that hurt and how much the hurt is worth it. I will truly," she said emphasizing and repeating the word truly, "truly remember this until my dying day. Rose fell to her knees, hugged her sister and started crying. Violet stroked her hair. "It's okay baby girl. The hurt is going away. You have no idea how full I feel at the moment. Shh, shh," she said. "It's okay. It's what we wanted. Believe me, it's more than what we thought it would be. It is sublime." In an awkward moment I thought the way they talk to each other as if I'm not in the room, I might be a third wheel, a tag-along. But I quickly got over the feeling as Violet began to clutch me with her vaginal muscles. "Daddy. Do you think you can properly fuck me? I need," she paused and thought for a moment, "I need to be ravished and bruised. I need this to hurt for a week and I am serious. In a very private and selfish way, this is the most important moment of my life. I need it to hurt. I need it to hurt so good." "Fuck her Daddy. Fuck her hard," Rose encouraged. I rolled her over on her back. Rose put a towel under us and then, with no mercy, I fucked my daughter hard and fast and long. I couldn't stop myself, nor could her cries or tears stop me either. I knew what she wanted, no needed, and I was more than okay with giving it to her. After a few minutes, I felt her contractions begin and I knew she was nearing an orgasm. She grabbed me by my haunches and pulled me in further. I pistoned in and out of her as fast as I could, I was not about to stop now. Then she came. She thrashed and whimpered and sniffled and pounded the floor. She writhed beneath me trying at once to escape and at the same time she seemed to try for more. And her orgasm continued. I felt warm fluids gushing against my genitals and knew she was having a very powerful orgasm. I turned and looked up at Rose. She was looking down at where my body joined with her sister's and her face had a look of complete astonishment on it. Then I slowed down. I slowed to barely moving at all, and looked back at Violet. She looked as if she had passed out. "Violet," I whispered. "Violet," I whispered again. Her eyes opened. She blinked and smiled. But I could tell she was in pain. I began to withdraw. "No Daddy. Go slow. Please...slow." I looked at her and stopped moving. Then, very slowly, I moved to back out of her. She winced, but let me continue until I exited. Rose quickly put a towel between her sister's legs. I rolled over. Rose scooted over and washed me with a wet washcloth. When I was clean she took me into her mouth. Then she backed away and looked down at us both. She was smiling a wistful smile. Violet had her arm covering her eyes. Her breathing, though not as labored as a few minutes ago, was still noticeable. I leaned over and kissed her. She opened her eyes and kissed me back, letting her tongue find its way into my mouth. "Do you realize," Rose asked, "that I've sucked your cock and Violet has let you fuck her senseless and that's the first romantic kiss you've managed on this most romantic of days? Now get over here and kiss me properly." Violet chuckled and I kissed her once again on the forehead this time, raised up and turned to take Rose in my arms. I lifted her face to mine, nodded and pulled her into a kiss to end all kisses. When we separated, she looked at me and asked, "Now me?" "Now you," I answered. "Did you come inside her?" "No, and I'm not going to come inside you either." "Why not?" "Because, you already have my come inside of you and if your sister recovers, I'll feed her next, after I've properly taken care of you. But fair is fair, don't you think?" "Thank you Daddy," Violet said softly looking at her sister for confirmation that it was okay. "Of course. But please, I'm probably not going to need to be ravished to remember this day. I don't think I will ever forget this day and technically, I'm still a virgin." Both Violet and I laughed. "Oh, that hurts," Violet gasped. "See," Rose pointed out. "I don't need to be bruised to remember this. That's for sure." "Okay then. How do you want to do this?" "The same way you did it with Violet. I want it to be an exact repeat of her impaling. I want her to make me wet, and I want you to lay there and let me do the work. If I can't bust through, Violet can push me down." Rose looked again at her sister and Violet nodded. Then she asked, "Is it time?" Rose nodded once. "It's time," she confirmed. Violet got up and Rose lay in the exact same spot her sister had just been in. She raised her legs and the rest of the next few moments were an exact repeat of my deflowering of Violet. But this time, her twin sister, my daughter, was the object of our attentions. When she came she came quietly, in a diametrically opposed manner to her personality. She sighed, and I think, just for a minute she fainted. But when Violet put the towel between her legs, she opened her eyes and smiled. We talked for an hour. Rose showed us the towels with their virgin's blood staining the white cotton. I knew these towels would never be washed and would be kept as souvenirs. They tried to determine who bled more and who hurt more but it seemed as if they were unable to determine the answer. They asked me who was better at sex. I laughed and of course, did not answer. We ate the grapes and cheeses and drank the wine, growing closer by the moment. I couldn't seem to kiss them enough to satisfy either one of their needs. Later, just before midnight, Violet blew me. It was exquisite and it was the last act of exchanging gifts that this momentous day had somehow brought about, gifts of physical love, gifts of private love, but gifts and love none the less. At midnight the girls went to their room to talk as they had much to talk about and I went to my room to think, or more correctly to dream as I had much to dream about. In the end, I had been a willing participant in their plans. I was willing, and I did participate, but it was their plans and I somehow knew they'd have more plans to reveal on the morrow. But that was okay with me. Just before I closed my eyes, I remembered my dream from my nap earlier in the day, the dream where cupid winked at me. Maybe, I thought, just maybe... But before I could finish the thought, I was sound asleep.