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   Synopsis : Twin sisters choose their father to pop their cherries. 
Cookie-cutter dad/daughter shit.

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repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
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author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  If you actually read
this whole thing, you must be a masochist.  It's pretty verbose, without
much payoff.  Anyway, if you don't like it, read something else.  Don't
bitch at me.  You have been warned.



   --==+==-

   Being a twin is cool.  There's hardly any way to describe it, unless
you've been there.  I won't even try.  But, anyway, my sister Hope and I
have had some crazy wild adventures, especially when we fucked around with
people's minds and confused them with our twinness.  Or when we pretended
to be each other.  We've had a lot of fun, Hope and I.  But the fun really
started when we became...  let's say sexually active, to use a tired old
phrase.  When we started screwing around.

   When we turned fourteen, we decided it was time to lose our cherries. 
We thought long and hard about it, and talked for hours.  All the boys in
our grade, and even a few grades above us, were just too stupid and goddam
immature for us.  We wanted a real man, a man that would appreciate us.  A
man that would do us justice, for our first time.

   Hope had the idea.  I was scandalized, at first, but the longer she
talked about it, the more I felt like she was right.  We both agreed.  The
only thing left was to convince him.  And that was the hard part.

   We live with our dad.  Our mom bailed, years ago, the last we heard of
her she was living with some biker dude out in California.  Good riddance
to her, I have no real memories of her, but I hate the bitch.  Just from
the things our dad has told us about her, I hate the bitch.

   Anyway, we live with our dad.  We get along great with him.  He is a
nice guy, and good to us.  Probably too good, he spoils us, true.  He
pretty much gives us everything we want.  We finally found one thing he
wouldn't give us, though.  At least, at first.

   Our dad is in his early forties, and in great shape.  He's a health nut,
and he runs every day, and races bicycles.  He looks so cute in his tight
little bike shorts, and he has a nice lump in front.  In fact, Hope and I
started calling him "Lumpy" which amuses him, although he doesn't really
know what we mean.  Pretty funny, huh.

   Anyway, as we sat in our room one night and talked, Hope said, "Charity.
I know the guy that should be the one."

   I knew exactly what she was talking about.

   "Who?" I said.

   "You are so going to freak.  But it has to be said," she said.

   "Okay, okay.  Who?" I said.

   She paused dramatically.

   "Dad!" she said, and she was right, I freaked a bit.

   "Hope, you are mad.  Dad can't fuck us!  He's our dad!  And he'd never
do it, he's so straight arrow.  Forget it, girl."

   "Charity, listen," she said.  "He deserves us, and we deserve him.  We
have to work on him on this, probably hard, and probably for a long time.
But it'll be worth the wait.  He deserves us, girl.  It'd be special, you
know that, it'd be special as all fuck."

   I mused a bit.  She was kinda right...  he was special, and he probably
did deserve something special from us...  but to fuck us?  To pop our
cherries?

   "Girl," she said.  "It'd be something to remember forever.  And you know
he'd do it right.  He'd do it like he does everything else, by the book, by
the numbers.  He'd make it something to remember.  It'd be special, we love
him and he loves us.  Like I said, he deserves us."

   "I dunno..." I said.  "And it's, what?  Illegal?"

   "I dunno if it's technically illegal," she said.  "I know it's kinda
frowned on..." I giggled at that.  Hell yeah, it was.

   "You really think you can wait that long?" I said.  "Do you think I
can?"

   "Hell yeah, we can, and we have to do it, Charity.  It's in the stars.
It's our destiny.  Our first, and most special time, is meant to be with
him.  I feel it."

   Damn.  There she went again, with one of those feeling.  Hope and her
feelings.  If I believed in psychic bullshit, I'd believe in her feelings.

   "Hope, honey..." I finally said.  "I almost agree with you.  It'd be
special.  And he does deserve us, hell, he deserves anybody, it's been,
what, years for him?"

   "Yeah.  Years," she said.

   "But I don't think we could ever convince him.  I just don't think he'll
do it."

   "Shit, shit," she said, deep in thought.  We were silent for a while.

   "What about getting him drunk?  Think that'd work?" she asked.  I shook
my head.

   "Hell, Hope, he won't drink Mountain Dew.  You think he'd drink booze if
we offered it to him?"

   "Well, shit." she said.  "What about if we just snuck in while he's
asleep, and started in on him?"

   "I think he'd wake up, freak out, and run us back to our room.  And
probably paddle our asses in the morning."

   "Shit," she said.  "There's got to be a way."

   "The only way would be to win a persuasive argument." I said.  "To
somehow make him come around to our point of view.  Which may be
impossible."

   "Do you think Uncle Drake could help convince him?" she asked.  I
snorted.

   "Hope, dear...  Dad doesn't put too much faith in Uncle Drake, as you
might have noticed.  He thinks he's kinda whacked..."

   "Yes, but...  he's his brother..."

   "Yeah...  no, I don't think Uncle Drake would be much help."

   She thought for a while longer.

   "Okay, then," she said.  "Charity.  What about Uncle Drake?"

   "What about him?" I asked.

   "Would you consider him, to pop your cherry?"

   I just laughed at that, then stopped and thought.  Would I?  Hmmm. 
Possibly.  He was younger than dad.  And hotter.  He was actually hot, and
not in just a dadish way.  He was as big a health nut as dad, although he
just mostly did it to get chicks, we'd already decided long ago.

   To get chicks...  if there was one thing Uncle Drake had had in large
numbers, it was chicks.  He showed up at every family function with yet
another foxy young hot thing on his arm.  He harvested them.  He picked
them like wildflowers.  It's just what he did.

   "Uncle Drake has...  possibilities." I said.  "He'd know what he was
doing, for sure.  He'd probably make is special.  And, he likes us.  I
think we'd have a much better chance with him.  Is that what we want to do?
Not sure."

   "Okay, then.  Listen," she said.  "Let's make a date with Uncle Drake,
and talk to him.  Let's ask him what he thinks of our idea with Dad, and if
he'll help us convince him.  If he thinks there no chance, then we'll... 
think about giving him a try.  Does that sound good?"

   "Yeah, okay.  But, girl...  does it have to be a family member?"

   "I don't suppose it has to..." she said.  "But, it's special.  That
first time should be special.  With somebody you love, and somebody that'll
be in your life forever.  You don't want to just hand it to some random
dude who'll walk away, do you?"

   I understood what she meant, and I pretty much agreed with it.  I
thought about the things we'd talked about.  Yes, I thought, I'd do it with
Dad.  And, it would be special.  And, I'd even do it with Uncle Drake, if
Dad wouldn't.  Just like her, I thought he'd be a good second choice.

   "And, Charity..." she said, "we don't really know anybody else. 
Whaddaya wanna do, proposition the mailman?"



   --==+==-

   We crawled into bed that night, still both thinking about it.  I held my
sister in my arms, and we whispered, and giggled, talking about what we
imagined it would be like to be fucked by Daddy.  It would be cool, we both
agreed.

   The night was dark.  It was still spring, and Dad hadn't turned the air
on, so we had the window open.  Crickets chirped, and we heard an owl hoot.
I felt happy, and suitably naughty talking about fucking Dad.  I knew that
Hope was getting off on it, too.

   "Hope, honey..." I finally said, ready for the fun to start.  "Here's
what I want Daddy to do to me..."

   I slid down her body, and plastered my tongue in her belly button.  She
giggled, and held my head in her hands.  She pushed me down.  I went on
down.

   My sister has the sweetest little cunt in the world.  I have the second
sweetest.  I love her cunt, as much as I love mine.  I've tasted her cunt a
million times, over the years.  We have fucked around since before I can
even remember.  We grew up, fucking around.  It's just what we do.  I have
long had a suspicion that most twins do, we met another set of twins at
camp once, and they admitted that they fucked each other.  It just seems
natural, a natural extension of playing with yourself.  It just seems
right, or something.  We've talked about it before, and we both seemed to
understand that we'll always be a couple.  I mean, we'll probably both have
boyfriends someday, and who knows, we might even get married, but our
hearts will always belong to each other.  We are almost just one person, I
have thought before.  I know her as intimately as its possible to know
another human.  I am almost her.  When I lick her pussy, I'm almost licking
my pussy.  And I don't even have to get a crick in my back.

   My earliest memory is being out in the back yard, behind the garage, and
rubbing her pussy as she rubbed mine.  We have played around since we were
toddlers.  No idea why we started so early.  Maybe we're just hyper-sexual
or something.  Maybe we're a little weird.  But I love us for the way we
are.

   She tasted great tonight.  I knew she hadn't had a bath since last
night, neither had I.  She tasted strong and aromatic.  I love the shit out
of her smells and tastes.  I spread her pussy lips with my fingers, and
sucked her cute little clit into my mouth.

   She sighed and relaxed, and let me please her.  I crouched at the foot
of the bed, inbetween her legs, and licked and sucked and lapped her sweet
cunt for what felt like an hour.  She came, and came again, her feet
pounding the bed, her legs locked, her whole body trembling and shaking.  I
loved to make her cum.  And she was good at it, as good as I was.

   I was almost exhausted, and finally I got my turn to relax while she did
all the work.  I lay back, and felt her hands on my upper thighs.  At last
I felt her tongue on my clit, and I thought, here we go.  Here we fuckin'
go.  My sister is a good cunt licker, as good as I am.  I doubt if anybody
will ever be able to make me cum like she does.  I defy any man to be as
good at licking pussy as her or I.  We are both girls.  We know what girls
like.

   I came, and came hard.  I came so hard I peed a little, right in her
face, and she giggled, and licked my pussy clean.  Who would do that for
me, I asked myself, who could love me as much as this girl?  No one, I knew
the answer.  I wondered if we should even bother bringing a guy into our
lives.  Maybe we should just concentrate on each other, and live our lives
like that.  Maybe that would be enough.

   I did kinda want to know what it felt like, though.  But I saw the
rightness in what Hope had said, about why it needed to be somebody close
to us, somebody that wouldn't just walk away.  It made sense, somehow.

   I wondered about twins that were male and female.  Did they fuck?  That
would be so perfect...  especially for that first time...  how could they
not?  I know that a male/female twin set wouldn't be as identical as Hope
and I are, but how could they not?  It would be so perfect.  I almost
envied them.

   We cuddled, basking in the afterglow of a half-dozen perfectly fine
orgasms.  I wondered again if it would even be worth it, fucking a guy.  It
would, if I could do Dad, I guessed.



   --==+==-

   At Sunday dinner the next weekend, we talked to Uncle Drake.  We'd
always gotten along great with him, and we seemed to have a special place
in his heart.  He was better than anyone except maybe Dad at telling us
apart.  Where we were concerned, he almost never said no.  And we knew he
liked girls, big time.  I couldn't imagine him saying no to us, if we asked
him...  the big question.  He'd have to wrestle with his conscience, but in
the end, I knew he'd give in.  I just wish Dad was the same way.

   Hope told Uncle Drake about some movie we wanted to see, and he
immediately told us he'd take us, next weekend.  Let's go to the late show,
she said, and then we'll spend the night at your place.  Sure, he agreed.
He liked having us over, even if it cut into his philandering.  He enjoyed
our company.  You might get to enjoy it even more, I thought to myself.

   The week passed.  Hope and I talked some more about the Dad thing,
usually every night before we made out.  The more we talked the more I knew
that she was right, we should make every effort to make it happen.  We had
to try, at least.



   --==+==-

   Finally Friday night rolled around.  Uncle Drake picked us up and took
us out to eat at the steakhouse, and we finally got to the movie place
about nine.  The movie was long and boring, and sucked.  We finally got
back to his place, and settled on the couch, laughing and giggling.  He got
a beer, and two Pepsi for us girls.

   "Unk," said Hope, starting the ball rolling.

   He nodded, taking a sip.  "We got important shit to talk about.  Shit
that we want your opinion on." she said.  He nodded again.

   She paused, and thought.  "And," she finally said, "It's kinda... 
controversial.  But we think you're open-minded enough to understand where
we're comin' from."

   "Okay..." he finally said, when she paused long enough that he knew she
wanted him to speak.

   "Uncle Drake," I said, "You know we are fourteen, now."

   "Yes," he said.  I could tell he was kind of drawing into himself a bit,
getting ready for some major shit from us.  He seemed to know something big
was going on.

   "All our friends..." said Hope.

   "Have had their cherries popped," I finished.

   "Oh, shit," he said.  I almost laughed at the look on his face.

   "We have decided..." said Hope.

   "That's it's about time for us to, also," I said.

   "Oh, shit," he said again.

   "But we want it to be special," Hope said.

   "Something to remember..." I said.

   He didn't say Oh, shit this time.  He just stared at us.  I wondered if
he thought we were gonna ask him to do it.

   "Anyway," said Hope, "There is one person in our lives special enough to
do it for us."

   "Other than you, of course," I said, and was pleased to see him color
slightly.

   "Okay, don't freak," Hope said.

   "We are talking about Dad," I said.  We were both silent then, watching
him closely.

   He held together well, I have to give him that.  He sighed deeply, and
stretched.

   "Well," he finally said, when it was obvious we were waiting on him to
speak.  "You girls are full of big ideas tonight.  You two never cease to
amaze me.  The little Burke twins have grown up, apparently."

   We both giggled, and waited expectantly.

   "First," he said.  "Thank you for trusting me this much.  I agree, your
dad is very special.  But what you guys propose is a bit much.  Society
frowns on incest, kids.  And it's very hard on those involved...  I don't
think you realize...  it changes everything.  Sex period changes
everything...  it changes the...  dynamic, call it what you will.  It
changes everything, believe me, I know..."

   We both giggled at that, thinking of the endless stream of women that he
obviously slept with.

   "Uncle Drake," said Hope.  "You gotta know how much we love Daddy.  And
he loves us that much.  And our love is strong enough to make this work. 
Help us, Uncle Drake, help us convince him to give us this, our first time.
Give us some hope."

   He laughed, kind of short.  "I don't know if I can do that, ladies," he
finally said.  "Your dad doesn't put a lot of faith in the things I say. 
I'm just his silly little brother.  I think he'd be pissed if he thought I
was trying to influence him in a matter this...  profound.  In fact, I
think he'd be pissed if he knew I even knew you were plotting this...  this
is big shit, for two little girls."

   "Awww," said Hope.  "You know we're not little anymore.  And you know,
deep inside, we're right.  I hope you do, at least."

   He sighed again.  "What I think don't matter.  But please, think long
and hard about this before you say anything to him.  You guys have got a
good relationship with your dad, even I can see that.  Don't take a chance
on screwing it up."

   "We love each other too much for that to happen," I said, finally,
really believing it myself.

   "Girls..." he seemed to be, oddly, unsure of himself, something rare.  I
wondered how he really felt, inside, about what we hoped to do.  And I
wondered again what he'd say if we made that same offer to him.



   --==+==-

   The next week passed slowly.  We talked every night about our plans, but
we seemed kinda dead-ended.  There was no place to go from here except to
let him know what we wanted.  Or to just start in on him somehow.

   That Saturday night we got invited to a slumber party thing by a girl at
school, a girl named Cheryl.  It was kick-ass, and turned out way better
than we'd hoped.  It blew our minds, in fact.  A bunch of girls from school
were there, and we drank rum and beer and shit, it was fun.  Two girls
named Sabre and Serenity were there, whom we know from school.  They were
so obviously a couple, and we even got to watch them make out later.  And
Cheryl, her brother Eugene showed us his cock, and we all played with it
and later sucked it.  I had a whispered conversation with Hope, and we
decided to do it, because we'd never sucked a cock before.  Hell, neither
of us had even kissed a boy before.  It was sexy and exciting, and got us
both hornier than shit, and we kinda came out of the closet then and there,
and fucked around with each other and then other girls, when the fucking
around finally started.  It was cool.

   I thought about bringing up the thing with our dad to the other girls,
just to see if anybody there had tried anything like that, but I didn't, in
the end.  It was satisfying and sexy to see Cheryl sucking her own
brother's cock, it was good to see Hope and I weren't the only ones that
did family shit.

   Sucking Eugene's cock was fun, and a little weird, at the same time. 
Hope went first, as she almost always does, and then I did it.  It felt
funny to feel his stiff cock in my mouth, and his balls were so cool, I
bounced them and played with them the whole time.  He didn't cum in
anybody's mouth, another girl jacked him off, and he squirted in the floor,
but I know every girl there was wondering what it'd be like to have that in
her mouth.  I know I was.

   Sunday night we were still hornier than fuck, and we just attacked each
other when we went to bed.  I can't believe my dad can't hear us sometimes,
but he's never said anything.  We just licked and pounded away on each
other, and came like mad.  It was wild.

   "I'm gonna suck Daddy's cock, just like I did Eugene's," whispered Hope
in my face, her breath hot.  It turned me on to hear her say it.  I wanted
that, too.  How could he refuse?  We were hot, he had to see that.  He had
to want us a little, at least, subconsciously, if nothing else.  We just
had to bring that to the surface.  I grabbed Hope, yanked her little butt
up in the air, and smashed my tongue into her asshole.  God, she tasted
good.



   --==+==-

   "Daddy..." Hope said, as we put away the dishes.  Dad was reading the
paper.

   "Yes, dear," he replied, absently.

   "Daddy, Charity and I been talkin'.  'Bout stuff."

   Oh shit, I thought, my asshole slamming shut.  Is she gonna start it? 
Now?  I was surprised she'd decided to go ahead without bringing me in on
it.  Maybe it was just spur-of-the-moment with her.  Shit, oh shit.

   "Yes..." he replied, and I could tell he still wasn't really paying
attention.  You'll snap out of it pretty quick, I thought, when you realize
what she's talking about.

   "We just want you to know that we love you very much.  You are the best
person in our lives, and we love you for what you've done for us, and for
how much you love us back."

   He put down the paper, and regarded the two of us.  I stopped wiping
plates and smiled at him.

   "Girls, thank you," he finally said.  "I mean, I know all that, but it's
very rewarding to hear you say it.  I love you two dearly, more than
anything in the world.  You two are my life.  Thank you, thank you."

   "Oh, daddy," Hope went to him, and hugged him, and they kissed.  I came
up behind her, and he leaned forward and kissed me, too.  I felt warm and
happy.  Maybe she's just been starting the ball rolling.



   --==+==-

   Later, the three of us sat in the living room.  Hope and I had had a
hurried conversation in the bathroom, about what we could do or say to get
the idea in his head.  I made her promise to take it slow and easy, I
didn't want him to go into shock.  Don't do it all tonight, I'd told her,
let's take our time, let him get used to it.  She nodded.  I hoped she'd
understood me.

   "Daddy..." she finally said, and he hit the mute.  He looked at her
expectantly.  "Daddy, why..." she said, and stopped and thought for a
while. "Okay, lemme start this way.  In school we read about England, and
some kings and stuff, and how that brothers married sisters and so on.  You
know?  What is that, incest?"

   He nodded, his full attention on her.

   "Anyway, it made me wonder...  why is that so bad?  Incest, I mean.  I
mean, shouldn't the people you love the most be the ones you want...  you
want to...  share yourself with?  Does that make sense?"

   He did his usual pause, before he spoke.

   "Yes..." he finally said.  "I see where you're coming from.  But incest
is one of the oldest and strongest taboos we humans still hold on to.  And
there are very good reasons."

   "Like what?" she almost interrupted.  He patiently went on.

   "Inbreeding can emphasize bad traits, genetically, as wells as good
ones. And, until recently, we haven't had foolproof birth control.  And,
it's difficult on people, socially, or mentally or whatever.  It
complicates and changes relationships immensely.  I'm not really an expert
on it...  but it's usually not healthy, not at all."

   "Usually, you said," she said, "so sometimes it is?  Sometimes it's
good?"

   He laughed.  "Well, it's a big world, I'm sure that somewhere, sometime
it's worked out well.  The odds are against it, but probably.  What brought
this up, anyway?"

   "Like I said, we talked about it at school some.  Though we didn't
really go into detail.  And we talked about it the other night at the
slumber party.  A girl there was sweet on her brother, and she was sad that
nothing would probably ever come of it."

   I laughed to myself, remembering Cheryl on her knees, lustily sucking
her brother's cock.  I wondered if that was only the first of many times.
I'm sure Eugene'd go for it, Cheryl was a fox, even if she was his little
sister.

   "Well," Daddy said, "That's understandable, and probably correct.  And,
in her case, it's probably just infatuation.  I had a crush on my big
sister for the longest...  although I was too young to know about... 
hmmm...  the more adult, shall we we say, aspects of it."

   Well, that was interesting.  Aunt Sue?  Dad was hot for Aunt Sue?  That
wasn't too hard to imagine, she was attractive, still...  and she had a
sweet personality.  Interesting.

   "Daddy..." Hope went on.  "Did you know that all the other girls there
are on the pill?  We were the only ones that aren't."

   "Ahem," my dad cleared his throat.  I wondered if that embarrassed him.
I had no idea why Hope said it, we hadn't actually talked about that shit
at the party.  I'm sure it was pretty true, though, I know a lot of the
girls were on the pill.  Parents just kinda do that nowdays, for insurance.
It don't actually mean you are fucking around, it just means you can,
safely.

   "Girls," he sat, heavily, and stared at us, his hands folded.  I
realized he was gathering his courage, to talk to us.

   "I've been thinking about this for a long time," he said.  "You two
are...  coming up on fifteen.  Listen.  I don't want you to get the wrong
idea, about what I'm about to say.  And I don't want you to think I'm
encouraging you.  I'll only tell you this once."

   He paused again, and we were both listening, almost holding our breaths.
I think we both had a pretty good idea what this was about, and I was
surprised he had the nerve to start a conversation about it with us.  But,
I was pleased.  Maybe it will tie in, I thought.  Maybe it will give us a
foot in the door.

   "You are very attractive young ladies, on the brink of womanhood.  I
have high hopes for you both, and high expectations.  Girls...  pardon me
if this insults you...  but I just want to say...  look at Darina...  look
at how her life has changed, her plans for the future...  and honestly, I'm
not afraid of that, with you two.  You two are sensible, smart young
ladies, and I think I've raised you better than that.  But..." he drew a
deep breath at this point, "I think I need to say this.  If either of you,
or both, wants to go on the pill...  you know, the..." it seemed hard for
him to say.  "The birth control pill, just let me know and I'll make an
appointment with Doctor Benzel.  Just don't think I'm encouraging you to
get in a relationship.  I just don't want either of you to screw your life
up like Darina has..."

   Darina was our cousin, Aunt Sue's daughter.  She'd gotten pregnant at
age fourteen, and now had a couple of screaming brats, and no real
prospects.  She still lived at home, even.  I understood what Daddy feared,
and I was surprised he'd had the nerve to come out and say it.

   "Okay!" he said, "that's over with!  We need never bring the subject up
again!" We both giggled, he did seem kind of embarrassed about the whole
thing.

   "Don't worry, Daddy," I said.  "It'll be forever before I like boys. 
Other than you and Uncle Drake, of course."

   He laughed too, kinda relieved, it seemed like.

   "I'm so glad we had this time, together..." sang Hope, in a silly voice,
and we all laughed again.



   --==+==-

   We had a long talk that night, in bed.

   "Chair, honey," Hope said.  "If...  and I know this is a long if...  if
we succeed in getting Daddy to fuck us, we want him to know that we're both
safe...  that we're on the pill...  that make sense?"

   "Yeah..." I said, thinking.  That was true.  In spite of what I had said
to him, I realized that we needed for him to know that.  Plus, just so he
didn't worry about us, getting in trouble like Darina.  It'd just be... 
like I said...  insurance.

   "Okay," I said.  "So we...  tell him, then?"

   "Well, let's give it a week or two, like we've thought about it for a
while.  Let's just tell him we wanna get on it to get used to it, since
we'll probably be on it most of our lives.  Something like that."

   "Yeah.  Yeah."



   --==+==-

   Dad took it well.  Yet another week later he took us to the clinic, and
we came home with all kinds of literature, and two little plastic cases of
pills.  We were now officially safe to fuck.  Cool.  The only thing left to
do was fuck our daddy.



   --==+==-

   We seemed to have a new closeness with our dad, weirdly.  We were able
to talk with him about more intimate things than we had been, in the past.
Well, maybe we always would have been able to...  maybe the reticence, in
the past, had been ourselves.  Anyway, it seemed like the ice had been
broken.  We enjoyed our new-found intimacy with him.  And it made telling
him that we wanted him to pop our cherries even more in reach.



   --==+==-

   The storm.  That was quite a night.  And it helped things along, I
think. But it was scarier than hell.  The storm sirens had gone off all
day, like they did every spring.  Enough that we pretty much ignored them,
any more.  When the twister hit, my dad had already gone to bed, like he
did every night, when the sun had barely even gone down.  Hope and I were
up watching TV, when they broke in and told everybody to seek shelter,
yadda yadda yadda, and so on.  Hope is way more scared of that shit than I
am, but she jumped up and grabbed me.

   "Quick, let's change!" she said, rushing me back to our room.  I
realized she was planning something, in spite of her fear.

   "We're gonna be in basement with dad, let's get some sexy nightgowns on,
at least!" she said, and I nodded.  Good idea.  She stripped, yanking her
clothes off, and pawed through our underwear drawer.  She gave me a tiny
thong, and slid another one up her legs and seated it in her crack.

   "Sexy, think sexy!" she said, pulling a tiny nightgown over her head. 
It barely covered her pussy, and was almost sheer on top.  Her fat red
nipples showed right through it.  Shit, I thought, he'd have to be dead to
miss this shit.  I pulled an almost identical one over my head, and we ran
out of the room.

   "Daddy, daddy!" she shouted, and banged on his door.  "There's a tornado
coming!  Come on!"

   He opened the door in moments, and stood there in shorts and a t-shirt,
blinking, still half asleep.  We grabbed him and hurried him down the hall
and through the basement door, and down the stairs.  Hope flipped the
lights on at the bottom, and we all plopped on the couch, my dad fumbling
for the remote for the little downstairs TV.

   The weather people were going nuts, as usual.  "Listen!" I said, and we
were quiet for a moment, my dad hitting the mute button.  You could hear
the storm, even down here.  A long, low rumble was obvious.  I wondered it
that was the tornado.

   "Oh, I'm scared!" said Hope, and she really looked it.  She sat on a
chair across from the couch were Daddy and I sat.  I knew she was deathly
afraid of bad weather.  She wasn't acting, now.  God, I thought, doing a
double take at her.  If Dad was missing this, we had no chance.  Her legs
were half spread, and her thong was just basically a tiny string right down
the middle of her cunt.  Her pussy lips hung out both sides of it, and you
could pretty much see her whole smooth, hairless pussy mound.  Damn.  I
admired her bravery, but I wondered if she was even aware of what she was
showing, she was so scared.

   Dad seemed to take it all in stride.  He seemed to be looking right at
her, and I wondered where his eyes were.  Things were so excited I wondered
if he even noticed.  Shit, how could he miss, though.  I was gettin' turned
on, looking at her cunt.  How could he not notice that shit?

   I buried my head in his lap, having to fight the giggles.  Damn, Hope, I
thought.  You go, girl.  If nothing else he should notice her nipples when
he looked at her face.  Again, how could he not notice?  He's a guy.  Guys
always notice.

   I pressed into his lap, trying to act like I was scared.  My forehead
pushed against something, and I just completely froze.  Holy goddam fucking
shit in a basket, I thought.  My forehead was pressing against something
hard.  Something in his pants, and hard.  I tentatively pushed back a
little, and moved my face forward, and felt it on my eyes.  I am feeling my
dad's cock, I thought to myself.  I am feeling my dad's hard cock on my
face.  How goddam fucking sexy is that?  Pretty damn.  Holy fuck, I
breathed.  Holy fucking shit.  It was the sexiest moment of my whole life.
My pussy was so fucking wet in an instant I couldn't believe it.

   And, weirdly, he didn't seem to notice.  I think what with the storm and
all the madness, and seeing Hope's tits and cunt at least subconsciously if
not outright consciously, I think his brain was just overloaded, and he
didn't notice my face pressing into his dick.  His erection.  I sucked a
gasping breath of air in through my nose, trying to at least smell his
cock, if nothing else, but I couldn't tell.  It just smelled like him.

   That was pretty much it.  The lights flickered a few times, and the TV
people finally settled down, and the sirens went off.  The storm was over.

   I finally sat up, and looked at Hope.  She seemed a little calmer, and
had her legs back together.  Her tits still looked great, at least.  We all
three stood, somewhat sheepishly.  To us the storm had been a dud, which is
a good thing, although we found out later some areas got creamed pretty
severely.

   We filed back up the stairs, and after a few mumbled goodnights my dad
disappeared back into his room, and we went to ours.

   "Holy fuck, Hope, you are gonna so freak when I tell you this shit," I
said, as soon as our door closed.  Hope dropped onto the bed, and looked at
me.

   "When I stuck my face in Dad's lap, he had a fucking hard-on," I said,
giggling.  Her face lit up, and she grinned.

   "Are you fuckin' serious," she said.

   "As fuck," I said.  "I felt it on my forehead, and then I moved down and
felt it on my eyes and nose.  A goddam genuine E-goddam-fuckin'-rection."

   "Fuck," she said.  "He was staring right at my cunt, I swear.  I mean,
he looked like he was a million miles away, I don't know if he was even
seeing it, but I saw him look more than once.  Way more."

   "Shit," I said, still giggling.  I felt a little mean at being so
manipulative towards him, but shit.  We had to get the fire in him somehow.
Showing him the goods should help, I thought.

   "Well," she said, "Sometimes guys get erections when they're excited
period, not just sexually excited.  It was so crazy he might not have even
noticed seeing me and shit."

   "I think he noticed," I said, and I really did.  I felt like it.  He had
to have.  Even when you're distracted, sometimes you notice details.  And,
like I said earlier, I'm sure his subconscious noticed.

   Shit anyway.  It was sexy.  It had been sexy for me, to feel his cock
beneath my face.  It made me feel closer to him.  And I wanted to feel it
again.  For some reason it felt huge, and now, in my mind, I imagined he
had a huge one.  Bigger than Eugene's.  Maybe as big as some of those I'd
seen on the internet.  Fuck fire, I though, my dad has a big cock.  How
cool is that.

   "I wonder what he's doing...  right now..." Hope whispered, and I
giggled.  I wondered too...  five minutes after going back to bed, and
seeing what he'd probably seen this evening...  I wondered if he was
keeping his hands above the sheets.  It really got me off to think of him
possible masturbating, thinking of Hope's pussy, or my head rubbing his
dick.

   "Do you think he does?" I asked her, and she looked at me, smiling.

   "I dunno.  But it's sexy to think about.  And, hell...  it's not like
he's had a lot of obvious...  action over the last few years.  Hell, not
any that I know of, ever.  And, from what I understand, every fucking guy
on the planet jerks it.  Every one, even the holy rollers.  "

   Yeah.  I mean, he goes out with women he works with and shit, but
nothing romantic.  We've never known him to have a real date, in all these
years.  He's practically sexless, or he acts like he is.  I wondered what
his secrets really were, if he had them.  Was he superhuman?  Or did he
have something going on in his life that we didn't know about?



   --==+==-

   Then we kinda hit a dry spell.  There wasn't much we could do from here
on out, except maybe just rape him or something.  We wore sexier and sexier
clothes, around the house, almost daring him to say something.  He never
did, and we speculated that maybe that meant he liked it.  He acted like he
didn't notice, but more than once I caught his eyes on Hope's ass when she
reached up for the cereal box, shit like that.  I know he's a guy, guys
notice that shit.  Daughter or not, we thought, he's gotta be noticing. 
And, daughter or not, it's gotta be turning him on at least a little bit.
Cocks don't have a conscience.  Not even Dad's, we hoped.

   "Hope...  you know what..." I said one night, as we sat on our bed,
doing homework.  My mind was churning.

   "What," she said.

   "Tomorrow...  before he comes home from work, tomorrow we need to get on
his computer, and at least check his e-mail.  We need to find out if he's
got any record, any sign of a girlfriend or a fuckbuddy or whatever."

   "We do?  Why?" she asked.

   "I think we just need to know what we're up against.  If he truly hasn't
had it in years, I almost think it'll make our job easier.  If he's gettin'
it every now and then, he won't be so easy to convince.  That's what I
think, at least."

   "I guess so..." she didn't sound that convinced, but my mind was made
up. I would check his computer tomorrow.  I knew the password, he'd let me
do my term paper on it a month ago, since it was already hooked up to the
laser printer, which I hadn't been able to make work with my laptop.

   Hope rolled around on the bed, and put her head in my lap.  She reached
down and pulled her thong off, and kicked it away.  I slid her head out of
my lap as I got on my knees, and pulled my own shorts and thong down my
legs.  I crawled up and over her body, and laid down on top of her, my face
right in her cunt.  I felt her face raise up between my legs.  Ahhhh, I
thought.  Perfect.  She smelled incredible, just goddam sexy.  I knew she'd
taste even better.  She did.



   --==+==-

   We didn't have a chance the next day to snoop, but the day after, after
school was out, I hurried us home, and went into Daddy's bedroom.  His
computer was already on, and still logged in.  Good.  I carefully tried to
remember where everything was, so I could fix it back the way it was when
we got done.  I started webmail, and it came up in his account.  Good
again. The next twenty minutes were a dull boring tedium of crap to do with
his job, messages to Aunt Sue and Uncle Drake, and fifty million spams that
he should have deleted as soon as he got them.  Jeezus, it was a mess.  But
not one single solitary message from a girlfriend, or anything close. 
Shit.

   "I think this is a dead end," said Hope.  "You're wasting your time. 
There ain't shit in there."

   "Shit," I said.  I finally closed webmail, and snooped around on his
desktop some.  That's when I saw it.  A text file, named simply "dd". 
Dad's diary, I thought instantly.  Shit.  I clicked on it.

   "Bingo," I said.  "Bing-fucking-go."

   The date at the top was over five years ago.  Shit.  I started reading.
It was a diary, true.  And it was the most boring shit ever.  I was almost
sorry for him, that he thought he had to save memories so mundane.  After a
few pages, I finally started scrolling like mad.

   "Just skip to the end," said Hope, reading over my shoulder.  I hit
shift-end, and saw yesterday's date at the bottom of the page.

   The entries were much less wordy, very terse, in fact.  "wo to eat" said
one.  Went out to eat.  I could figure most of them out.  There, though. 
The very last one.  Last night's.  Good fucking grief, I thought.  I
pointed to it.  Hope slowly read it out loud, one word at a time.

   "lookd pix h&c, jo, wtb." she said.  My heart was pounding in my chest.
Fuck, I thought.  Holy fucking fuck.  Whatever does that mean?  Does it
mean what it looks like it means?

   "Fuck," breathed Hope, her mouth an inch from my ear.  "He looked at
pictures of us, jacked off, and went to bed.  What the fuck else could that
mean?  What the fucking else could that possibly mean?"

   I had no idea.  I just stared at the screen, my heart pounding.  I felt
a wave of guilt wash over me, and fought it down.  We need to know this
shit, I told myself, anything that'll help us get closer to him, we need to
know.  We're violating his privacy, true, we're almost breaking and
entering, but we need to know.  It's important.

   "What pictures?" Hope said softly.

   "I have no fucking idea," I said.  I knew he had a million pics of us,
he'd had a digital camera ever since we were babies, before they were even
in widespread use.  Hell, he bought a new one every few years.  The one he
had now cost a thousand bucks, and was the tiniest of them all.

   "Chair...  shit...  we gotta find those pictures.  Start scrolling
backwards."

   "Fuck, Hope, watch the clock.  He'll be home at five fifteen, regular as
clockwork.  Give me at fifteen minutes warning, at least.  I do not wanna
be caught in the middle of his shit, like this."

   "Yeah," she said, "I agree.  We got almost an hour.  Start going up."

   We saw the "Jo" abbreviation a thousand times, as we scrolled backwards
through his diary.  Almost every damn day, in fact.  Damn.  What else could
it be?  I asked myself.  What the fuck else?  This made it sound like his
hand had a hell of a sex life.  The only thing odd thing I noticed was a
"fs" on those nights that didn't have a "jo".  Just every great once in a
while.

   "What the fuck is that?" said Hope.  "The F makes me think he's fucking
somebody...  what the hell else could F mean?  But who?  Whos name starts
with an S?"

   The only person we could come up with was Aunt Sue, his sister.  That,
though, was so ridiculous we dropped it immediately.  I mean, he had said
he'd had a crush on her when he was a kid...  but that was thirty years
ago. And it wasn't like she hung around either, we hardly ever saw her. 
And, she was married.  On top of it all, she was his sister.  Crazy.

   Finally with just a few minutes left, we hit pay dirt.  It sure looked
like pay dirt.  Just three short sentences, somewhere in the middle of last
summer.

   "hm early, grls aslp aftr sex, both nkd.  took pix shame shame.  jo 3x."

   Hope slowly read it, filling in the blanks.  She read it again, I guess
in case I didn't get it the first time.

   "He has pictures of us naked.  He has goddam fucking pictures of us,
fucking naked." she breathed, almost reverently.  I turned and looked at
her, wondering if she was angry.  Shit no.  She had a big smile on her
face. We both just stared at each other, giggling.

   Did it piss us off that he'd violated our privacy, and took nudie pics
of us?  Hell no, it didn't me.  Shit, I thought.  We're in.  This is our
ticket.  We know he wants us, now.  I mean, fuck.  He looks at nudie pics
of us and jacks off.  How can he say no?  Fuck.  We're in, I thought.

   "Chair.  Go back to the end.  Just for a test, try this.  Find the
storm."

   I turned back to the computer, totally bemused.  I hit shift-end again.

   "What day was the storm?" I said.

   "Saturday.  A week and three nights ago." she said.

   "There.  Look," I pointed at the screen.

   "storm.  saw h's p.  c face h-on."

   "Fuck!" she almost cackled.  "Saw Hope's pussy.  What else could it be?
And Charity's face hard-on.  What the fuck else could it mean?  Damn,
Charity.  Damn." She said, spinning my chair around, and putting her hands
on the armrests.  Her face was right in mine.  She was grinning like a
monkey.

   "Okay, fuckin' get this.  He's got nudie pics of us, and when he looks
at them he gets so hot he can jack off three times.  Three fucking times.
We turn him on that fucking much.  Goddam, Chair, that's a lot.  In one
night?  Three fucking times?  Damn, he's a beast.  Fuck damn!"

   I giggled.  And, damn.  I wanted to see those pictures.  After sex?  Did
that mean after we'd had sex?  How did he know that?  How could he have
guessed, if we were just asleep?  Just because we were naked?  What a
fucking can of worms we'd opened up.  I felt excited, though, about the
things we'd found out.  Excited, and naughty.  This is our ticket, I
thought again.  I mean, I wouldn't use this shit to blackmail him, but this
just proves to us that he wants us.  That he lusts after us.

   "Tomorrow," Hope said, softly.  I looked at her.  "Tomorrow you are
gonna find those fucking pictures," she said.

   I arranged the computer the way I remembered it had been, and we turned
the screen off, and I pushed his chair back under the desk.  We went down
to the kitchen, and Hope started fixing dinner.

   "Hope," I said, "we can never, ever, ever let him know we did that.  No
matter what.  If we fail, or if we succeed, we can never let him know. 
That was a serious violation of his privacy and his trust, almost criminal.
We should feel way bad about doing it.  And we can never let him know."

   "Yeah, I agree.  But, darlin', we had to know.  And now we know."

   "Yeah.  Damn.  Dad.  Who would have guessed."

   "We have gotta find those fuckin' pictures, though.  We have gotta
know."

   "Yeah..." although...  I didn't think anything he did could make me hate
him or disgust me or anything.  But, I wondered...  what if he'd like put a
spy-hole in the bathroom or something?  How would I feel about that?  I
mean, we were really past that stage, I think...  what we were considering
doing with him, and how we were going to use this knowledge that we'd
illicitly gained...  most people would consider that way out there.  And it
was.  We were trying to seduce our dad, basically.  Could anything he'd
done be worse than that, than thinking like that?  I knew most people in
the world would consider us major perverts, just for wanting to fuck our
dad.  I examined my feelings yet again.  Yes, that's what I still wanted.
Hope was right.  It was right.  It was meant to be.  Fuck society and
convention.  It was right.  We loved him and each other that much.



   --==+==-

   The pictures were a bitch to find, but we found them.  Rather than
descend into thousands of directories nested dozens of levels deep, I
simply did a global search for every single jpeg on the computer, and then
we only had to look through sixty thousand or so thumbnails.  And finally.
Finally.

   "Chair..." Hope said, her finger pointing near the bottom of the screen.
I clicked on the first tiny image.  There, in all it's glory, was my naked
sleeping body, stretched out on the couch in the living room.  My head was
laying on Charity's thigh, my face maybe four inches from her spread-eagled
cunt.  It was actually a pretty good picture of me, although there were
some dark shadows, because he obviously hadn't used the flash, but I
understood.  The next pic was a shot of Hope's sleeping face, with a little
of my knee in it, her mouth half open, and white crusty dried pussy juice
all over her chin and cheek.  I am pretty juicy.  The best one was an
extreme close-up of my cunt, from maybe a foot away, as spread apart as
Hope's had been.  You could see everything, even my pee-hole.  It was
actually kind of cute, I'd never seen myself that closely before,
although...  I'm pretty identical to Hope, down there.  There were maybe
ten pics all in all, basically of us sleeping, lying head-to-foot on the
couch, after we'd sixty-nined each other silly one night last summer.  I
remembered that night well.  It was the first time he'd let us stay alone,
when he went on a weekend business trip.  We'd fucked in the living room,
and fell asleep on the couch.  It had been kinda sexy to fuck around in the
living room instead of locked in our room, we had felt like we were getting
away with major shit.

   "He came home that night.  He came home early, saw us asleep on the
couch, took some pics, and left again, until the next day, when he came
home again and let us think he'd just gotten back.  Goddam.  It worked out
perfect for him.  And we'd have never known, if we didn't snoop."

   "Hope," I said, "Does it bother you that he did that?  That he took pics
of us like that?"

   "Fuck no," she said, relieving me.  "The way I see it, that just means
he wants us.  He sees us...  sexually, or whatever.  And hell, why not, we
are sexy as all fuck."

   I giggled.  I was kind of glad she felt that way, that she wasn't pissed
at him.  I wasn't.  I knew it meant he loved us more than ever.  How could
he not?  He was obviously jacking off to pictures of us.  To me, that
almost seemed like worship or something.  Like he was bowing before us.

   And...  something that gave me a major thrill...  a shiver ran down my
spine, when I reminded myself of it...  Dad knows we fuck.

   "Hope, baby..." I said, staring at her.  "He knows.  He's known for
eight months, now.  He knows we fuck!"

   We both burst into giggles for some crazy reason.  It turned me on just
to think of it.  Daddy knows we fuck, I told myself over and over.  There
seemed to be a rightness to it that I couldn't explain.  I was glad he
knew. I felt like it brought us that much closer.  He knew, and he didn't
get onto us, he hasn't said a word to us about it, or even gave us an
indirect lecture, as was his style.  Of course, he'd have to admit how he
knew, if he brought it up...

   Somehow, I told myself, somehow I need to talk to him about encrypted
drives.  He'd actually taken that computer back to the shop, several years
ago, when something went wrong with it that I couldn't fix.  If he did that
now, and the techs found those pics...  damn, he could get his ass in hot
water, Hope and I weren't anywhere close to eighteen yet.  He basically had
child porn on the machine.  Shit.  I sent Hope to our room for a blank DVD,
and burned us a copy of the pics, for our scrapbook.  They were good pics,
he was a good photographer.  Even when sneaking around and taking secret
ones.  Luckily his camera had a silent shutter, but I wished he could have
used the flash.  I was doubly glad we were both sound sleepers, so that he
was brave enough to do it.

   I closed everything down, erased the thumbnails from the "recent"
folder, and we left his room.  We were through snooping.  We'd found out
what we needed to know.  And it had done nothing except strengthen our
resolve to fuck him.  To fuck our daddy.



   --==+==-

   Wednesday after school we walked over to Aunt Sue and Uncle Richard's
house after school.  Not for anything in particular, just to visit.  We sat
in the kitchen at talked, while she baked some cakes.

   "Aunt Sue," said Hope, "We're worried about Dad."

   She kinda laughed.  "I worry about him too," she said.

   "I mean," Hope went on, "he never gets out.  He don't have a girlfriend,
and never has, as far as we know.  We don't think that's...  healthy, or
something."

   "Well, it's probably not," said Aunt Sue, "but your dad is a very
peculiar man.  His needs are probably a bit different than most peoples. 
And, I think he's waiting on you girls to finish growing up before he moves
on with his life."

   "Yeah, probably," said Hope, "but it's not fair to him.  I wish we could
do something for him."

   "Well, you are, you are good girls, you stay out of trouble, and you
seem to make his life more pleasant.  And it's nice that you care about
him."

   I sat there and listened to her and looked at her, and thought, yeah...
I'd do that.  She was fine, still foxy looking, fit and firm for thirty
five or so.  I wouldn't blame Dad if he was doing her, she was pretty cool.
I thought to myself, after Hope, and maybe some of the girls I go to school
with, I'd do it.  I'd hit that.

   Anyway, the talk went on for a while, but we didn't really prove
anything or find anything out.  We finally went home, perplexed, and not
knowing any more than we did before.

   "If there's anything between the two of them, they hide it well," said
Hope, and I agreed.  Another dead end.



   --==+==-

   That Friday night Hope called Uncle Drake, and he came and got us.  We'd
packed a bag without asking him, we didn't figure he'd mind if we spent the
night.  We stopped at the movie store, and then went on to his house.

   We'd talked about what to tell him earlier, and for some reason we both
thought we should just tell him everything.  Well, almost everything...  we
didn't want to make him lose respect for his older brother...  so we
decided on some details to omit from our story, to kind of tone it down.  I
had also pointed out to Hope that we should give him something, at this
point...  we were including him in this little adventure, and we needed to
make him part of it, too.  I really felt that way, and Hope agreed pretty
quick.  Let's just see what happens, she said.  What we can make happen.  I
don't mean we were gonna fuck him or anything...  but we'd think of
something.  Some suitable...  reward.

   We settled in the living room, and ate the pizza he'd heated up.  The TV
was on, but muted.

   Hope finally couldn't stand it any longer.  "Uncle Drake," she said, and
he nodded.

   "You remember that shit we talked about a few weeks ago?" she said, and
he nodded again.

   "That's pretty much all I've thought of since then," he admitted,
laughing slightly.

   "Well, we got some more shit to tell you...  if you'll swear to keep it
a secret..."

   "Of course," he almost seemed offended at that.  "I never talk to anyone
about the stuff you guys tell me."

   "Good, good," said Hope.  "Well, it's moving along nicely.  We have
found...  evidence...  that Daddy kinda sees us in a...  more sexual manner
than we realized.  I think it's within our grasp, here in the near future."

   "Jeezus," he breathed.  "You are serious about this?  You girls are
seriously thinking of going through with this?  Of trying this?"

   "Hell yeah," I said.  "We love him that much.  And it's...  it's
symbolic, symbolic of our love for him."

   "Damn," he said.  "I still think you're taking an awful risk."

   "I just don't really feel it that much," said Hope.  "We have a much
better idea now, how he really feels.

   "Can you tell me...  how you know this?"

   Hope glanced at me.  I nodded imperceptibly at her.

   "We found..." she said slowly, "we found his diary on his computer, and
read...  a little of it.  He talked about us some.  About how he feels
about us."

   "Okay, okay," Uncle Drake said.  "Tell me this, then.  Are you just
talking about him making love to the two of you just one time, for... 
basically symbolic reasons?  Or are you talking about a long-term physical
relationship between the three of you?  Can I ask that?"

   "You can ask anything you want, Uncle Drake," I said.  "We got that much
respect for your opinion.  Please, don't be afraid to ask anything."

   He nodded.  Hope was silent.  I actually wondered myself what we were
talking about.  I hadn't really thought about it, about what we expected,
after and if we succeeded.

   "It's...  it's hard not to think it might happen more than once..." Hope
finally said, and I nodded slowly.

   "You might want to clarify that to yourselves, before you go any
further," Uncle Drake said, and we both nodded.  He was right, I thought. I
caught Hope's eye, and nodded again at her.

   "And he knows we make out," I said, my mouth just saying it without my
brain being involved.  Shit, I thought, as I said it.  Shit.  Now Uncle
Drake knows we make out, too.  I just told him.

   I looked at Hope.  She had a slightly shocked expression on her face,
but then she smiled at me.  I knew she was alright with it.

   "You two?" he said, bemusedly.  I gulped, and nodded.  He continued. 
"You two make out?  With each other?"

   "Oh, hell yeah," said Hope.  "It's no big deal.  And we don't just make
out, we FUCK!" she giggled as she said the word.  Uncle Drake's eyes bugged
out, and his mouth was open.  I started giggling too.

   "Girls..." he finally managed.  "This is not funny.  And your language
is most...  unladylike." He shook his head, but I could see a slight smile
on his lips.

   "Uncle Drake," said Hope, "you should have seen your face!"

   "It's not every day that I hear a confession of that magnitude," he
said, shaking his head some more.

   "Uncle Drake, I love Hope, and she loves me," I said.  "We've made out
for years, since we were little kids.  I can't even remember when we
started.  It's natural for us, it's just us being us.  I can't really
explain it better than that, sorry."

   He was still shaking his head, but at least he was smiling, now.

   "Jeezus," he said, "Jeezus." Hope and I giggled some more.

   "Uncle Drake," I said, "don't let this change how you feel about Dad. 
It doesn't change anything, it just shows us all how much he really loves
us.  And...  we think...  don't freak, now...  but we think you love us
that much, too."

   He was silent for a moment.  He appeared to be deep in thought.

   "I do, girls," he finally said, "but...  not like that, not carnally. 
There are many different kinds of love, and..."

   "Like shit," Hope interrupted.  "You know you'd do us, if you could.  If
we offered."

   He snorted a laugh.  "My nieces?  I hardly think so.  Aside from being
illegal, it's immoral...  we are blood relation..."

   "Unk, it's changed, that's an archaic way of thinking.  We're on the
pill, there's no genetic issues involved any longer.  And we are all
adults. We can do what we want to do.  We live in the future, now. 
Everything's okay."

   "Girls..." he seemed at a loss for words, weirdly.  And he usually
always knew what to say.  I wondered if he was arguing with his conscience,
or if he really believed what he was saying.

   "Uncle Drake," I said.  "We love you, and we know you love us.  Who
knows what the future holds.  Don't make your mind up about anything. 
We've talked about this...  and we feel like we owe you something...  well,
maybe not owe...  but we feel like we'd like to give you something... 
something special."

   "Oh, shit," he almost seemed disgusted.  "Don't even think that way,
girls.  You don't owe me nothin'.  Certainly nothin' like what this sounds
like.  Don't spoil things between us, please.  Don't make me choose."

   "You don't have to choose anything, Uncle Drake," said Hope, "we love
you and we want to share ourselves with you.  You can't have our cherries,
of course, that's for Daddy...  but maybe later who knows.  We like you,
and we think you're hot, and we know you like us, too.  Come on, we're
adults, let's have a little fun!"

   He just sat there and looked at us.  I couldn't really tell what kind of
look he had on his face, mostly just resignation, it looked like to me. 
This might be easy, I thought.

   It wasn't.  We argued for more than an hour.  We didn't want to just run
over him, we felt like we needed to convince him, to get him to agree with
us.  I felt like this was good practice for what we'd have to go through to
get Dad over to our point of view.

   "You guys are my nieces," he said at one point, "I've know you since you
were babies.  I don't see you...  sexually...  at all."

   "We can change that shit," said Hope, laughing.  He shook his head.

   "I don't think you can.  I'd feel...  I'd feel like a child molester, or
something..."

   "Do you still see us as children?" I said, and he nodded.

   "Well, so what," said Hope.  "Kids have feelings, too.  Everybody
pretends they don't, but they do.  I know it, I was a kid, and I had
feelings for my sister.  And I acted on those feelings, and it didn't do
nothin' but make us closer together."

   "That's different," he started, and she interrupted him.  "It's not,
really.  We humans are physical creatures, sexual creatures.  We wanna do
what feels good.  We do do what feels good.  Come on, Uncle Drake, let us
make you feel good, for a change.  Let us practice, on you."

   "Yeah," I said, "we know that if we weren't here now, you'd be ass-deep
in some foxy chick.  We kept you from that, let us make it up a little."

   He just stared at me.  "How?" he finally said, half-way laughing.

   "I dunno," I said, "let's just see what works out.  How about if you
lick us some?  Would you like that?  We taste good...  I promise..."

   "Yeah," said Hope.  "And we'll lick you some.  We'll give you an honest
BJ, promise."

   He did laugh at that.  "I thought you were wanting to save yourself for
your dad..." He said.

   "We are, we will.  You ain't gettin' to pop no cherries tonight.  But
there's other stuff we can do..." said Hope.  She sat forward, and yanked
her t-shirt over her head.  Damn, I thought, she fills out a bra nicely. 
She had nice grapefruit-sized round titties, just like mine.  We got cool
boobs, I had time to think.

   "Ladies..." he started, as I yanked my own shirt over my head.  I
immediately unsnapped my bra, and threw it in the floor.  I could feel his
eyes on my tits.  We're in, I thought.

   "Ladies, I still don't think this is a good idea," he was still
protesting, but I thought he sounded a little weak.  I knew the sight of a
nice pair of tits had changed many a mind in the past.  And I hoped it
would, now.

   "Uncle Drake," Hope said, and I knew that tone of voice, well.  "Come
on. It's time to play.  We love you and you love us, give us this, and take
some for yourself.  Have a little fun.  End of argument."

   He laughed again, and crossed his arms over his chest.  Hope and I had
both stood by then, and were kicking our jeans down our legs.  Hope yanked
her panties off, and I did also, and we stood before him, naked as the day
we were born.

   "What are you going to do, rape me?" he asked, still laughing, though I
noticed he was getting an eyeful of our naked selves.

   "If we have to," said Hope, sounding determined.  Shit, I thought, how
long can he hold out?  With two foxy naked girls in the room, how long?

   "How can I face your dad again, if I do this?" he asked, almost seeming
like he was talking to himself.

   "You'll manage," I said.  "And, anyway, you know what we're going to do
to Daddy, here in a few.  It won't be no different.  We all keep secrets,
this'll just be another one you can keep.  He don't need to know."

   "And no feelin' guilty about shit like this.  We're all human, this is
just what humans do," said Hope.

   "Yeah, but not humans that are related to each other," he said.  Hope
snorted.

   "Come on, live in the future.  Live, and enjoy." She dropped to her
knees, and crawled over to where he was.  I saw him tense up, and I almost
thought he was going to jump up and run.

   "Girls," he said, "have you ever done anything like this before?  Do you
really know what you're getting into?"

   "Hell yeah," said Hope, "we sucked a cock last weekend, in fact.  This
is no big shit to us.  Well, it is, because it's you, it's somebody we
love, but you are not our first, not exactly."

   He snorted at that.  I colored slightly, but I thought, so what, what
the hell.  So, we're cocksuckers.  So is every other girl out there, and a
few of the guys.  Big shit.  Everybody puts a cock in their mouth, at some
point.

   "Lord," he said, sighing.  "I'm not sure I want to hear your
confessions." We both giggled at that.  I slid off the couch, onto my
knees, and crawled towards him.

   "Okay," he said, and we stopped.  Did that mean okay?  I thought.

   "Okay, listen.  I admit, I find you two attractive, and have for years,
far longer back than I ever should have.  I admit, I'd love nothing more
than to just lose myself in the two of you.  I'm a guy, a normal guy, and
I'd be lying if I said I didn't find you...  bombshell attractive.  But I
don't wanna take the slightest chance on screwing up what we have.  Do you
two understand that?  I love you and I respect you and I want to be your
friend forever.  Does that make sense?"

   "Hell yeah," said Hope, "we feel the same way.  And, like I think with
Daddy, I think we love each other enough to deal with this, with whatever
emotional bullshit it throws our way.  We are strong enough, and we love
each other enough."

   "Darlin', you are fourteen years old, I'm not sure if you have any idea
yet what you mean when you say emotional bullshit.  Sometimes emotional
bullshit can jerk us around pretty strongly, like it or not."

   "I know, I know," she said, stubbornly, "but...  like I said...  we got
love enough for that.  We can afford to take the chance."

   "Oh god," he said, "please don't make me regret this, later." I smiled.
I knew we were in.  We had done it, we'd convinced him.  This was gonna be
fun.



   --==+==-

   I was right.  It was major fun.  We crawled on top of him, and I took
his shirt off while Hope unzipped his jeans and pulled them off his legs.
We looked at each other and giggled, and Hope worked his underwear down his
legs, while I stared.  He had a nice cock, not quite as large as Eugene's,
but very well formed and just plain fuckin' attractive.  And hard, fuck was
it ever hard.  For all his talk, he seemed ready to play.  We were.

   Hope crawled up on top of him, and plastered her mouth to his.  He made
some kind of exclamation, I think he was surprised at that, but I'm sure he
loved it.  I just reached over and grabbed his cock, remembering what
Eugene had liked when we'd played with his.  I started pumping, and he
gasped in Hope's mouth.

   I finally crawled on top of his legs, and took his cock in my mouth.  It
was harder than fuck, damn it was hard.  I slurped it all the way in until
I almost choked, and then slid it out, running my tongue around the cap. 
Damn, it felt cool in my mouth.  It felt right at home.  I'm gonna be a lot
of things when I grow up, I thought to myself, but first and foremost I'm
gonna be a cocksucker.  After my sister's cunt, this is my favorite thing
in the world.  I hungered even more to feel my dad in my mouth.

   Hope finally came down to my level, and I had to give her her share.  We
licked up and down the sides of his cock, finally kissing each other, with
his cock in the middle.  I could hear him sighing and moaning above us, and
I knew it felt good.  And, I'm sure just the sheer sexiness of what we were
doing was turning him on major.  I know it was me.

   "Girls," he said, "I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that.  Sit
up here, and let me have a turn at you..."

   We knew what he meant.  We crawled up on the couch, and he went into the
floor.  The next hour, the next solid fucking hour was spent with his face
in either my crotch, or my sister's.  He ate us like candy, for a solid
fucking hour, and it was incredible, I came and came and came again.  That
shit I said earlier, about how girls knew best how to please girls, is not
entirely true.  Some guys have a gift for it, too.  I know Uncle Drake has
probably eaten a lot of pussy over the years, and he has learned well from
it.  I just lay there, kissing my sister, and let him run wild on me, down
there.  I felt his hands, kneading my tits, as his tongue probed the center
of my soul, and it was pretty incredible.  He had a little different style
than my sister, but it was fun, it was good.  He, at least, like her, spent
most of his time right on my clit, thank goodness, and I came like crazy.
When he was eating Hope I could feel her twitch and cum again and again,
and I thought, damn, he's good at this shit.  He's a pro.  It was cool.

   "Uncle Drake...  Unk..." said Hope finally, raising her head woozily.  I
knew how she felt, I felt it too.

   "What," he said, his reply muffled by my cunt.

   "Uncle Drake, I want you to fuck me.  I wanna feel you, inside me," Hope
said, and I thought, shit, what?  You what?

   "I thought you were saving yourself for your dad," he said, raising up
from my pussy.  I was as puzzled as he was.

   "Not my cunt, dammit," she said, sighing loudly.  "My ass.  I want you
to fuck me in the ass."

   I choked back a giggle.  That girl.  She was almost too much, at times.
She was way more out in front that me.  Way more.  But, I thought...  that
kinda sounds like fun...  and we'd still technically be virgins, for
Daddy...

   "I thought you said no cherries were gonna be popped tonight," he said,
and we both giggled.

   "No pussy cherries," she clarified, and he sighed loudly.  "Oh, fuck,"
he finally said, and we both giggled, hearing him say "fuck" for the first
time.  Hope jumped up and motioned us to follow her.

   "Come on," she said, "I gotta take a shit, then you can fuck me.  Come
on!"

   Shit, I thought.  Literally.  We followed her down the hall to the
master bathroom, and she sat on the toilet, while I sat on the tub edge
beside her.  She gestured Uncle Drake to come to her, and she crouched down
and took his still-hard cock in her mouth while she sat there and had a
nice poop.  I sat on the tub and played with his balls as she sucked him, I
love balls, they are so cute and soft.  Fun.  That he stayed in the room
while she was shitting told me how much he loved us, and gave me a case of
the giggles.  I was well used to the smell of my sister's shit, truth be
known, it smelled a lot like my own.  She got done and wiped her ass, and I
got her a wet washrag to clean herself with.

   "Hang on, I gotta go too," I said, as they started to leave, so we
repeated the whole thing, with me sitting on the pot and having a nice
healthy shit while I sucked on his cock, and Hope played.  She finally got
tired of his balls, and crouched behind him, and I have no idea what she
really did, from his squirming I'm guessing she licked his asshole or
something.  Crazy girl.  Like I said, she's way out there, more than me.

   I finally dropped a few nice ones, and finished up, scrubbing my ass
clean with the washrag.  I wanted to be clean back there, I still
anticipated a little tongue action on my asshole, before the night was
over. Hope dug through the medicine cabinet, grabbed a towel, and we
tromped back into the living room.

   She spread the towel out on the floor, and got down on her hands and
knees over it, pointing her butt at Uncle Drake.  She handed the tube of
mineral oil back to him, and said, "Grease me up, darlin'!"

   "Are you sure about this?" he said.  "I don't want to detract any from
the...  from what you intend with your father..."

   "It won't.  I'll still be a virgin," she said.

   "Technically," I giggled.

   "Yeah.  Technically," she said.  "Hey, it's good enough.  This is just a
little fun between friends," I laughed out loud.

   Uncle Drake solemnly slathered mineral oil on his cock.  I could see his
hands trembling, and I felt a little sympathy for him.  We probably hadn't
been to fair about how we did this to him, we really hadn't left him much
of a choice.  Still, I think he'd enjoyed himself so far.  And getting to
butt-fuck us?  How could he not enjoy that?

   Yeah, you noticed...  I'd already decided to do it too.  I crowded in
close behind him, and whispered in his ear, "Uncle Drake...  if you can
help it, don't cum inside her...  I want you do do me, too..." He nodded,
and looked at me shaking his head, and rolling his eyes.  Yeah, I thought,
you silly man.  We're making your dreams come true, even if you don't
realize it yet.  I giggled to myself.

   As he pushed his slick, greasy cock into my sister's asshole, I wondered
what Daddy was doing right now.  I wondered if he'd done his daily ritual
of looking at our pics and whacking off yet.  I hoped, lord, I hoped the
thing with him went as well as it had so far with Uncle Drake, tonight. 
This had been a good trial run, I thought, this had been a good test of our
powers of persuasion.  We'd won, we'd convinced him real well, I thought.
Maybe we were a little overbearing, but so what...  he's a guy, he was
gettin' what he wanted, whether he knew it now or not.  He'd thank us
later.

   I stared around the side of his body...  his cock was all the way in
her, his thighs were up against her butt.  It looked like the coolest,
ever. Her asshole wasn't wrinkled any longer, it was a tight red ring
around his cock, and I'm sure it felt like heaven to him.  And maybe her. I
crawled around to where I was in front of her, and took her head in my
hands.

   "Does it feel good, darlin'," I asked, and I felt her nod in my arms. 
"Fuck yeah," she said, "Chair, you gotta try this shit.  Fuck...  you gotta
try this..."

   "I intend to," I said, laughing.  I just held her while he fucked away
at her ass, his hand reaching around her leg, and rubbing her clit.  I can
do that shit, I thought, and I laid down on my back and scooted underneath
her, pulling myself backwards until her cunt was right over my face.  Uncle
Drake's balls looked cooler than shit from that point of view, as did the
shaft of his cock, plunging in and out of her sweet ass.  I reached up and
found her clit with my tongue, feeling his balls bounce around on the
bridge of my nose.  It was cooler than fuck.  I could feel her shaking
above me, and I almost had a orgasm myself, it was so fucking cool.  I
could smell a faint hint of shit, but even that was sexier than fuck to me.
I love my sister, and I even love her shit.

   She came, hard, almost falling on top of me.  I reached up and back, and
licked Uncle Drake's balls, I had hoped to get them in my mouth, but my
chin was up against Hope's cunt and I couldn't.  He finally slowed, after
he'd felt her cum, and I crawled out from underneath them.

   He finally pulled out of her, and she collapsed on the towel.  I
smoothed the hair out of her eyes, and giggled at her.  She looked up and
me, and shook her head.  She'll sleep well tonight, I thought.

   I kissed her, and took her place on the towel, crouching over her limp
body.  Uncle Drake smeared some oil on my asshole.  I felt his strong hands
on the sides of my hips, and I steeled myself for that first push into my
body.  I felt something touch me, right in the center of my little rosebud.
I relaxed.



   --==+==-

   He took us home Saturday morning, and we just crawled into bed, and made
up for some of the sleep we lost that night.  I'm sure he did the same.  I
know we wore him out, there's only one of him, and two of us.  And we were
in overdrive or something, that night.  We were hot to trot, even for us.

   We fucking blew his mind about four AM, I crawled up behind Hope and
smashed my tongue into her asshole, and in a minute we were sixty-nined,
lapping each other up like candy.  I happened to look at him, and the look
of love in his eyes was unmistakable.  I knew again we hadn't made a
mistake, this was just gonna make him love us all that much more.  Getting
to watch us make out turned him on big time, I couldn't see his hand, but I
could see the motions as he stroked his cock.  It just got sexier and
sexier to me, and I creamed like crazy, and came in Hope's face.  It was
too cool.

   Getting butt-fucked was fun, and I think it was good practice for what I
hope my Daddy will do to me.  It didn't hurt that much, Uncle Drake was
careful and considerate, and luckily he doesn't have a giant cock, just
average.  I'm not sure I would have cum, except that I was fingering my
clit as he fucked me, like I'd seen Hope do.  It felt good to feel full of
him, at least.

   I also blew his mind when I pooped his sperm out of my ass, and I sat on
the toilet backwards so he could see me do it.  I heard him groan when I
squirted it out, and I know it looked sexy.  Nasty, but sexy.  He wiped my
ass and washed it, and two minutes later we were back in the living room
and he was licking me back there.  So I finally got that tongue on my
asshole, like what I wanted.  I had thoroughly enjoyed being butt-fucked by
him, it felt better than I'd thought it would, it gave me a fabulous
feeling of fullness that I probably can't really describe.  I loved it, and
I hope someday my dad can do it for me.  I know Hope thought that, too, we
talked about it, as we lay in bed later, in each other's arms.  We giggled
about Uncle Drake, and his reticence at first, then later he just jumped
right in the middle of us.  I know he enjoyed us, that night we'd laid in
his bed a while and cuddled and whispered shit and kissed and it made me
feel even stronger that we'd done the right thing.  We could fuck around
and still be friends, still be uncles and nieces.  Everything was okay. 
Just like it was going to be with Daddy.  Just like.



   --==+==-

   Well, after that, there wasn't much left to do but seduce Daddy,
somehow. We were still stuck on that part.  There were too many
complications to make it simple, like it had been with Uncle Drake.  We
knew our dad lusted after us, but we couldn't let him know we knew.  Shit
like that.  We didn't really know what to do.

   We talked about it, and finally agreed to just bring it up, and talk to
him about it.  Tell him how we felt, what we wanted.  What he wanted, too,
he just didn't know it yet.

   "Friday night," said Hope.  "Friday night we'll tell him.  Let's plan a
little party, and we'll sit him down and have a little talk with him, just
like we did Uncle Drake.  I agree what you said earlier, the only way to do
this is to win a logical argument with him."

   "Yeah..." I said.  But I knew it wouldn't be quite that easy.



   --==+==-

   Of course, it didn't work out that way.  It never goes like it's
planned. By that Thursday night we still didn't have a concrete plan for
the weekend, but we felt a little self-imposed pressure to get something
done.  Thursday night Uncle Drake called, and ask if we'd like to spend the
night Friday, and of course we agreed.  I figured I knew what he wanted,
but I figured he also wanted to make sure things were still okay between
us, in spite of what we'd done the other night.  I knew it'd work out fine.
We walked to his place after school Friday afternoon, to find him all
flustered, the people at his job had called and we was going to have to go
out of town for the weekend.

   We'd already told Dad we were going to spend the night with him, but
what the hell.  We didn't have any other place to go, so we had him drop us
off at the house on his way to the airport.  As we drove into our
neighborhood, Hope yanked on my arm and pointed to a mini-van parked a few
houses down from ours.  It didn't register to me until we got out, and I
was fumbling for my house key.

   "That's Aunt Sue's car!" Hope said.  "I fucking know it!  I'd know it
anywhere!"

   I wasn't that sure, I barely had a memory of what she drove nowdays.  I
shook my head, and Hope made a shhh!  motion as we went into the house.  We
stopped and listened, but didn't hear a thing.

   "Daddy's here, his car is out there.  And I think Aunt Sue is here. 
This might be just what we need," said Hope, and I laughed at her.  Wishful
thinking, I thought.  Surely not, not this quick, not when we needed a
break so bad.  We couldn't be so lucky.

   We quietly went into the house.  They, or just Daddy if it wasn't Aunt
Sue's car, weren't in the living room or kitchen.  The house seemed kinda
deserted, in fact.  We finally made our way down the hall.  His door was
closed.  Hope stopped, and carefully pressed her ear to the door.  I knelt,
and did the same.

   We didn't hear anything, for the longest.  Then...  what sounded like a
groan.  A nice long sexy groan.  Shit.  Something out of the ordinary was
definitely going on in there.  It got louder.  I heard what sounded like a
slapping noise.  I looked up at Hope, and she had a shit-eatin' grin on her
face.  I pressed my ear to the door, again.

   It got louder and louder.  A rhythmic slapping noise, and moans and
groans.  Definitely.  There was almost no doubt in my mind.  Somebody
inside there was getting fucked.  What else could it be?

   I jumped as Hope grabbed my arm.  She dragged me away, and into our
room, and gently shut the door.

   "Chair," she said, looking me straight in the eye.  I could feel her
breath on my face.  "Daddy is in there, fucking somebody.  I am certain
it's Aunt Sue.  This is our chance.  This is what we've been waiting for.
Agreed?"

   I agreed, but I wasn't sure what to do with the knowledge.

   "Should we just bust in there?  And tell him we want our share?" I
asked, and she nodded.

   "I think so.  What can he say?  What can they say?  We've caught them,
fair and square.  We know they fuck, now.  How can he refuse us?"

   The more I thought about it, the less right it seemed, to just bust in
on them.  I finally had to argue with her, but she agreed at last, though I
could tell she still wanted to just charge right in.  We finally opened our
door an inch, and I sat in the floor, and waited.  After an ungodly amount
of time, maybe two hours, I heard a voice, and I caught a split-second
glimpse of Aunt Sue coming down the hall, walking funny as she adjusted her
panty-hose.  I nodded to Hope, who was playing on her laptop.

   "It was her, all right," I said, carefully closing our door all the way.
We came out an hour later, and found Daddy in the kitchen, making a
sandwich.  He jumped when he saw us, and I could tell he was pretty damn
surprised.  We filled him in on Uncle Drake working, and all that, and had
a fairly normal evening.  On the couch Hope whispered in my ear, "Tomorrow
night.  Tomorrow goddam fucking night, dammit," and I giggled at her.  She
sure didn't have the patience I did.  Tomorrow night it was.  I was ready,
too.



   --==+==-

   Saturday night.  I hoped it would be a night to remember.  Hope and I
took a long hot shower that morning, and we were both so horny about the
whole thing that we fucked like mad, until we were exhausted.  "Save some
for Daddy," I told her, and she laughed and smashed her face into my pussy.
Everything that girl does is balls-to-the-wall.  She doesn't have a slow
speed.

   That evening we all went and picked up a pizza, and sat on the couch,
eating and watching TV until Hope just couldn't stand it any more.

   "Dad," she said.  "Hit the mute."

   He did, and gave us his full attention.  I think he knew, somehow, that
important shit was going down.

   "Daddy," Hope said, and I nodded encouragingly.  "We love you, more than
life.  We know you love us, more than life.  The three of us have a strong
love, possible the strongest.  We can survive anything, because of that. 
Nothing is too much, for our love.  Agreed?"

   "I agree," he said, nodding his head.  "We have a strong love.  I love
you girls dearly, more than life."

   "Okay," she said.  "Daddy.  We have something very special that we want
you to do, that we want to offer you.  Something that occurs only once in a
person's lifetime.  And we love you enough that we want you to do it, for
us.  Agreed again?"

   "Uhm, agreed again," he said, a little more guarded, this time.  I think
he felt something in the air.  And maybe from the way she'd worded her
sentences.

   "Daddy, we are almost fifteen.  In most cultures, we'd be grown women by
now, having babies and getting married and so on.  We're that age.  Anyway,
we've decided that we're at the age that we want to lose our... 
virginity..." I winced when she said the word.  Oddly, he didn't move a
muscle.  She continued.  "And we love you so much we want you to do it."

   She was finally silent.  He and I were silent, too.  He just sat there,
looking at her.  Then he looked at me, and then back at her.  I wondered if
he'd really heard what she'd said, if it had sunk in.

   "Daddy?" I finally said, when the silence stretched.

   "Girls..." he finally said, and then was silent again.  For the longest
time.  Finally, weirdly, Hope started crying, and flew to him and plastered
her face into his shoulder.  I felt tears start, too.

   "Oh, girls," he said again, and I could tell he was crying, too.  I went
to him and kneeled down, and put my head in his lap, as he held Hope.  We
all three had a nice long cry.

   I finally pulled myself up, and sat on the couch beside him.

   "Girls," he said, trying again.  He looked at me, and then Hope.  "I'm
not sure...  I'm not sure I understand you...  but I think I know what you
asked me.  And...  I'm honored, but...  girls...  you have to understand...
we cannot do that.  I cannot."

   "Daddy," Hope interrupted, "we know you love us.  We know our love is
strong enough.  Give us this, give us our first time, at least, with
somebody we love, that loves us.  Please...  please understand..."

   "Honestly, I think I do," he said, sounding almost puzzled.  "I should
be more upset than I am, but I think I understand.  And I love you for it,
all the more.  But...  I just can't..."

   "Daddy," I said, "we know you love us, and we know the...  the many ways
you love us.  Just like we know the many ways you love Aunt Sue.  Give us
that, give us our first time, give us something to remember, something to
hold onto.  Please."

   He looked frustrated, almost upset.  "Girls," he said, "I'm sorry,
but... this is wrong, what you want.  Please understand.  I do love you
more than life, but I just can't.  I can't."

   "Yes," said Hope, "you can.  We know you love us...  like that.  Forget
the rules, forget society...  give us what we want, what you want. 
Daddy... you have to feel the rightness of it, you have to.  Search your
feelings.  You know you want to."

   He was silent, and just sat there, holding her in his arms, with me at
his feet.  Once again, I thought he looked puzzled.

   "What do you mean, I love you...  like that..." he finally said.

   "Daddy, we know...  we know you...  uhm...  see us, kinda sexually..." I
said.  "We...  accidentally...  read some of your diary..."

   Oh shit, I thought, after all that crap about not telling him, and I
just told him.  Shit.

   "I'm sorry, Daddy...  it was a mistake and we're sorry...  but we know
how you feel about us.  And we feel the same way.  We love you, Daddy.  Let
us love you.  Please." I felt like I was babbling, but I didn't know where
to go from here.

   "Girls, what you want...  what you propose, is not right.  Dads just
don't...  don't have sex with their daughters.  It's just not done."

   "Daddy, that's old-fashioned.  We're on the pill, you know that. 
Nothing bad will happen.  We love each other enough to survive this. 
Please.  This once.  Give us our first time, Daddy.  Please."

   We argued for two solid hours.  He was pretty resolute.  Finally, at
least, he was talking calmly about the whole thing, and I realized that he
was over being shocked about it.  I mean, if he could simply talk about
it...

   "Daddy," said Hope.  He was still holding her in his arms, he'd been for
hours, now.  "Daddy, how long have you...  you and Aunt Sue...  been doin'
it."

   "It?  Doin' it?" he said, and we both giggled.

   "Yeah.  It," I said.

   "What makes you think we're...  doin' it?" he said, and we both giggled
again.

   "I saw her comin' out of your bedroom last night, messin' with her
pantyhose," I said.  "I think it's pretty much a given."

   "Damn," he said, and we giggled some more.

   "That's really nobody's business but mine, and hers," he finally said.

   "Awww, come on," said Hope, "we're not puttin' you down, we think it's
cool.  Just like it's gonna be cool when you...  do us."

   "Do you, now," he said, halfway laughing.  Once again, I saw that as a
good sign.  "Well, if you must know, pretty much my entire adult life... 
even when I was with your mother...  especially then, she's what kept me
going through the downside of my marriage.  She is very special to me, and
I appreciate her greatly.  I don't think I'd be entirely sane, without her
to lean on."

   "That is so cool," I said, and I meant it.  I felt a wave of love for
the woman...  I loved her even more, for the things she did, for Dad.

   "Richard knows what we do, and is alright with it.  I know that doesn't
make it right..."

   "Daddy, stop thinking like that," said Hope.  "That's hopelessly
old-fashioned.  Things are different now.  It's okay to love people, now.
And it's best to love those close to you."

   "Well, I hope you don't think I'm a hypocrite, telling you I can't... 
can't have...  relations with you, when I do with my own sister..." he
said, almost apologetically.  I giggled.

   "Daddy, you are a horrible hypocrite, if you say you can't do us when
you do your own sister," said Hope, laughing, and he snorted.

   "Daddy, come on," I said, "like Hope said.  You know you want to.  Come
on, admit it to yourself."

   He sighed.  "I admit the urge is strong.  And, I want to make you girls
happy.  But I think, in the end, you'll be better off waiting until you're
eighteen.  And then choosing some nice young men, maybe after you are
engaged, or even...  whisper it...  married to them.  The proper way."

   "Oh, Daddy," said Hope, "nobody waits until they're eighteen.  Most of
our friends have already had their cherries popped.  The crowd has left us
behind, truth be known."

   "And I appreciate that," he said.  "That's the way it should be.  And,
once again, I certainly have no business being involved.  We shouldn't even
be talking about it like this."

   "Yes, we should," said Hope.  "We are a modern, hip family.  We can
discuss anything.  And we don't hold to silly, old-fashioned rules and
shit."

   "Hope, darling, please watch your language.  I raised you better than
that," Daddy said, but he was smiling.

   "Oh, sorry.  Daddy.  Come on.  Come to bed.  Let's get this over with.
You know you want to.  You know deep inside it's the right thing.  You know
you love us that much.  We know you love us that much.  Come on."

   He sighed loudly.

   "I almost wish I could.  But, girls...  we just can't.  We won't."

   Once again, there wasn't much to do except strip.  I started it, this
time.  I yanked my shirt over my head, and pulled my bra off in one easy
motion.  He just gaped at me.  I know I surprised him, and I think I even
surprised Hope.  She wasn't far behind me, though, she started undressing,
too.

   "Girls," Daddy said, but his voice was far away, I thought, "don't make
a mistake, here...  don't do something you'll regret..."

   "I won't regret it, Daddy," I said, and I meant it.  I sat, after I
pulled my panties down, and slid them down my legs.  I was, once again,
naked in front of a man.  My man.  My Daddy.

   "Ladies...  I don't think..." he started.  Hope shut him up, she put her
face right into his, and kissed him hard, on the lips.  He sputtered for a
moment, and then was silent.  She finally drew back.

   "Daddy," she said, "come to bed."



   --==+==-

   It took forever to get him undressed.  He fought, at times, and argued,
but slowly, bit by bit, the clothes came off.  I felt like he was having to
justify every little piece to himself, or something.  It was quite a
struggle to get his undershorts off, he held onto them for dear life, but
finally Hope got in his face again and distracted him with kisses until I
yanked them down.  I was pleased to see his cock was fairly giant, and way
over half hard.  I was pleased greatly.  I wanted to just grab it, but I
didn't want to scare him off.

   "Girls, please..." he said, trying to cover himself with his hands. 
Hope giggled, and pulled at his hands.

   It was my turn.  I kissed him, long and deep.  I felt like he was
kissing back, somewhat.  I was pleased.  I felt like it was within our
grasp, now.

   "Daddy," I whispered, putting my mouth in his ear, "I love you.  Make
love to me, please."

   "Yeah..." said Hope, grabbing him around the waist and hugging herself
to him.  "Daddy...  fuck me...  fuck us...  please..."

   This time, he didn't bat an eye at her language.  He took both her and
me in his strong arms, and hugged us to his body.  His naked body.

   "Girls," he said, and we were quiet.  This time he just sounded
different.  "Girls, you must never let this be something you regret."
Crazy, I thought.  Some of the stuff he said was exactly what we'd told
Uncle Drake, when we talked him into ass-fucking us.  I giggled a bit,
destroying the solemnity of the moment.

   "I love you very much.  Don't ever forget that.  I know you really think
you want this, and I hope you're right.  Against my better judgment...  and
because I want it too...  I'll do it.  I just hope to god we never regret
it."

   "We won't, Daddy," said Hope, turning a bit, and kissing him again. 
They held it until I got impatient.  They finally broke it off, and then I
had my turn.

   "Daddy," said Hope, "Charity is first.  She deserves to be first."



   --==+==-

   We didn't get around to it for a while.  We crawled around on him, and
finally both ended up downstairs.  His cock was fabulous, it was bigger
than Eugene's, and fatter.  It felt huge in my mouth, and I giggled at Hope
when she took it in hers.  She looked like she was eatin' a summer sausage.
It was huge.  Damn, I thought, how cool...  just like I thought, my dad has
a big cock.  It was just too cool.

   He finally growled a guttural growl, and leaned down over my body, and I
felt his tongue on my pussy.  I lay back and spread my legs as far as I
could, and grabbed his head and guided him to my clit.  Hope pressed her
pussy into my face, and I sighed and licked and let my Daddy carry me away
into a happy place.  I came pretty quick, and then Hope came and then I
came again as Daddy licked me.  I finally guided him to Hope's pussy, and
let her get some of that, too.  I just relaxed, idly stroking his hard
cock, as he licked my sister to orgasm again and again.  It was just too
fucking cool, I almost couldn't stand it.  We're getting to do it, I told
myself over and over.  We're really getting to do it.  How cool is that?

   Hours later, I have no idea how long, he finally crawled up my body, and
I felt his cock touch my cunt lips.  I spread again, and took a deep
breath, and whispered "I'm ready," to him.  He slowly pushed into my body,
and the bottom just fell out of my lungs.  It was intense, and beautiful.
Feeling his fatness in my cunt was best thing ever, don't tell my sister I
said that.  She'd know it, too, though, here in a little bit.  Finally he
was all the way in, and I felt totally pierced by him.  Every time he
pulled out I couldn't even breathe, it was so intense.  He started pumping,
and I started cumming.  It was too much.

   Finally I could just lay there, while he slowly pulled his still-hard
cock out of my body.  I was worn out, and sleepy, but I wanted to stay up
and see him fuck my sister.  He crawled over me, and lay on top of her, and
they kissed, slowly, sensuously, for the longest.  Finally I saw him moving
around, his hand down at his waist, and I watched him slowly push into her
soft cunt.  It was beautiful.  Her feet and hands curled up and trembled,
and I knew just how she felt.  I wondered how he kept from cumming, I'm
sure he was turned on big time, after all those years of jerking off to us,
to finally get to fuck us.  I'm sure it was incredible for him.  He's a
beast, for sure.

   They finally started pumping, he pumped in and out of her, and she
jiggled and bounced beneath him.  I could tell she was getting off big
time, and she came, quickly, and pretty soon came again.  I remembered the
feeling well.  I'm fucked, I thought...  nobody else will be able to do
this for me...  why even bother fucking another guy...  my daddy is all
that'll do it for me, now.  I wondered if that was true.  I hoped not, but
I also hoped this wasn't the only time.  I sure planned on it happening
again, if I had anything to do with it.

   Finally Hope came, loud and long, and I saw his ass squeeze hard, and I
knew he was cumming, too.  He moaned and groaned and shook and trembled,
and I knew it was good for him.  He finally slowed, and carefully untangled
himself from her, and lay on the side of the bed.  I moved in, and pressed
my face into her cunt, tasting his sperm in my mouth.  I sucked as much as
I could out of her cunt, loving the musty taste of it.  It just plain
tasted great, mixed with the fabulous taste of her cunt.  It was
unforgettable.

   Hope crawled a few feet over, and hugged him, and I got up and went to
his front, and lay on the bed.  He hugged me to his body, and Hope hugged
him from behind, and we just lay there for the longest.  Finally he started
talking, and he told us the same shit all over again, how he hoped we
wouldn't ever regret this, and so on.  Hope finally had enough, and kissed
him on the side of the face, and told him shhh!  and he shut up.  I guess
we slept at some point, when I came to the sun was just coming up.  I
turned, and kissed Daddy, and started playing with his cock.  I finally
crawled down and sucked on it, and he finally woke up, as he got hard. 
Hope joined me, and we played for a while, trading licks, and playing with
his balls.  She finally had enough, and crawled up his body, and sat over
his cock, pressing it down into her cunt.  It was cool to watch it
disappear into her body, from below.  She just sat on top of him and
bounced up and down, and fucked herself with him.  I waited my turn, I knew
he would save his cum for me, this time.  She got it last night, and I'd
get it this morning.  He did, and it was cool.



   --==+==-

   That's the story, pretty much, and we've slept in his bed every night
since then.  There really wasn't any question.  We have to make time every
week for Aunt Sue, and I think he's gettin' up his nerve to tell her what's
going on.  Surely she'll understand, she's lived this way for years, it
shouldn't seem that much different to her.  Daughter, brother-sister,
whatever.  It's not different to us, at least.  I think Daddy still has
occasional bouts of guilt over the whole thing, but he's done well, and,
like we kept telling ourselves, it has done nothing but make us three love
each other that much more.  I mean, how could it not?  We're reasonable
adults, we understand the situation.  In the end, it's all about love, and
we got plenty of that.  Plenty of that shit to go around.



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