Daddy's Twin Miracles

Chapter 6

They did, the sound of their moans only tempered by the fact that their tongues were also f*****g 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 f*****g - not that she had ever overheard another couple f*****g.

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

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

It did, spurting in her p***y, 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 p***y still clutched, making his c**k twitch, as she gasped and moaned, lying heavy on him. When she extended her legs, his c**k 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 p***y. 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, Shyla?"

It was Shyla 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 Shyla'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 Shyla both responded. He rubbed her ass again, and she rocked her hips down.

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

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

"Hmm!" Lyla 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," Lyla replied with a chuckle. Then she added:

"Oh, s**t!"

"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?" Lyla 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 Shyla."

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

"Your own fault."

Shyla 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. Lyla 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," Shyla murmured.

"You too," he and Lyla responded.

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

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

Lyla 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 Lyla were going to, and then? She had said that she also wanted to suck his c**k, but that was before they knew they were really going to do it, like Shyla's having said that she wanted him to lick her p***y. But he still wanted to, and for Lyla to get to suck his c**k, 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 Lyla, 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," Lyla 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 n****e. 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 n*****s was the same: four identical n*****s! Then his c**k 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 c**k slip into a p***y as slick and tight as her sister's. When had he had three orgasms in one night? Never with two p*****s. 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 c**k 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 p***y, finding her v****a.

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 p***y squeezed his c**k, 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 c**k and p***y respond.

She glanced over at the other bunk, and he did, seeing that Shyla was apparently still sleeping. Lyla 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 c**k slip even deeper in her tight p***y, 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 c**k in her p***y. God, it felt arousing! And for her too, her eyelids clenched shut, her lips pressed together to keep for moaning.

Where she had 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 f*****g 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 p***y, his c**k 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. Lyla 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 c**k. 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 f*****g -- up and down on his c**k? 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 Shyla 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 p***y. Only one thing it could want to do there; she was going to do that?! She did; her fingers found her c******s. 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 v****a would respond to her rubbing herself, but he felt how his c**k then did, moaning louder than before. Lyla was also moaning, again with her aroused expression. He clenched his eyes shut again.