Daddy's Twin Miracles

Chapter 4

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 c**k. 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 c**k. He heard a chuckle, and then a hand pulled his shorts forward. When it touched his c**k, making it twitch, he heard an "oooh!" then another chuckle, then "help."

The other hand slid further, brushing his c**k from the other side: another "oooh." When the hand tried to help pull his shorts forward enough to get it passed his c**k, it more than just brushed his c**k. Then that hand urged the other one to pull his shorts up enough, so that it could shove his c**k back inside his shorts. The girl doing that, chuckled warmly, letting her fingers explore a little on his c**k, chuckling again when it twitched. Then his shorts slid passed it, and other fingers found his c**k, 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 c**k 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 c**k. 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 p***y - his ex-wife never had.

Oooh! His c**k was already in a warm, wet mouth. He guided the other girl's hips over his face. Such a wet p***y 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 p***y would be different from theirs. This was really happening?! Licking such delightful, young p***y, and also having his c**k 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 p***y 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 n*****s.

Then he remembered that it was the p***y, ass and breasts of one of his daughters! And that the other one was sucking his c**k! 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!

"Uhn?" He heard a questioning complaint, and the p***y 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 p***y.

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 c**k did. She only started slightly, but then continued, humming as he groaned, forgetting the p***y 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 c**k 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 c**k-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 c**k-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 p*****s. 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 Shyla's voice. The acquiescent remark also sounded like her. Had she been the one who had sucked his c**k? 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 - Lyla? - held his leg more possessively, releasing her sister's hand and sliding hers further to hold him.

The other one - Shyla? - complained:

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

Shyla - 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 p***y. What else? Then he was snoring softly.

Lyla and Shyla 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."