Daddy's Twin Miracles

Chapter 3

“Daddy,” said both the twins in unison. Klaus looked up at them and smiled. It was their eighteenth birthday after all.

“Yes baby girls,” he smiled up at them thinking how much they looked like their mother.

“It is our birthday today but we would like to give you a present,” said Lyla as she smiled at her father. Klaus looked at her in surprise.

They looked at each other, giggled once more and opened their robes to reveal two magnificent naked bodies, toned and tanned, stunning in their beauty and perfection. Klaus was dumbfounded and knew he shouldn't look but he could not turn his head away. The twins dropped their robes and moved toward their dad who was powerless to move and let them descend upon his already reacting body.

Two years of celibacy had finally caught up with him, he thought at the back of his mind as Lyla pushed one of her n*****s to his mouth and he readily took it. Instinctively drew the rubbery nub in his mouth savouring the taste while the younger twin Shyla rubbed up his c**k over his boxers making his c**k jump and twitch at her ministrations.

"Thanks dad, we have wanted this for a long time but we were quite unsure how you would deal with it,” said Shyla.

This was going to be one hell of an eighteenth birthday celebration.

"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 n*****s too. What did it feel like for a girl when her n*****s 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 s*x 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, Lyla's and Shyla's hopeful smiles and blushes were fading, but their n*****s 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. Lyla murmured:

"If you do?"

Both girls' cheeks flushed again. Shyla 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," Lyla replied, holding Shyla 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'," Shyla murmured, squeezing Lyla's waist again for her support.

"And you blushed, when I asked," Lyla 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. Shyla 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," Lyla remarked with a grin.

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

"We aren't either," Lyla enjoined.

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

"Drunk?" Lyla asked facetiously.

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

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

"Guess not," he admitted, suddenly more aware of his c**k.

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 n*****s 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," Lyla murmured.

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

The girls nodded with aroused n*****s, 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," Lyla murmured, Shyla 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. Lyla looked at him, wrinkling her nose, and replied:

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

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

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

"Can you?" Lyla asked with a grin.

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

"Like tonight," Shyla agreed with a smile.

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

"Had to tell Shyla 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," Shyla remarked, grinning at Lyla.

"But the other too," Lyla 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?" Lyla asked.

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

"Both, I guess."

"Roger was the only one we did that with, - both of us," Shyla 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?"

Lyla and Shyla looked at each, shrugging with slightly wry expressions. Lyla asks Shyla:

"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. Lyla looked at him intensely, her n*****s popping out again:

"Would it for you? We want to."

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

"We want to, not just talk."

Shyla 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 n*****s 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," Shyla murmured.

"Shyla," Lyla responded, but not in the admonishing tone that Shyla 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. Their hands around each other helped, letting him slip under the other's breasts 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 Lyla."

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

"Or I will, and you can do it to her." Lyla'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 c**k 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 c**k.