Daddy's Twin Miracles

Chapter 5

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 c**k?! 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 p***y, 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 p***y, 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 p***y, 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 p***y. 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 p***y. "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.

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 s*x 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 c**k! 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 p*****s - 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 c**k 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 c**k's throbbing between 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 c**k 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 f**k. How could he think otherwise with his c**k twitching against her ass? Not with her soft chuckle at feeling it! But her lovely, stiff n*****s first, both of them, even though her hips were rocking, inviting his c**k to find her p***y. He would have to find out another time if it was just like her twin sister's -- and also her n*****s.

He managed to suck both n*****s, 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 c**k find the mouth of her v****a, 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 c**k, 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 p***y squeezed his c**k. 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 f*****g, as he grasped the cheeks of her ass again - such a tight p***y clutching his throbbing c**k! His hips rocked, and hers did. f**k!