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 Title: Life with the Twins Ch.  03


Summary: The girls' trip begins for them and dad.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Four days had gone by since my "talk" with Sylvia.  I had to admit that
I doubted that her rather unorthodox methodology would actually translate
into getting Tabitha to back off, but so far it had seemed to do exactly
that.  Not that Sylvia wasn't somewhat insistent that I come back over
again soon, but at least my daughter wasn't appearing in my bed in the
middle of the night.

   It was Friday and both girls were out on dates, leaving me to my own
devices.  I'd already been down in my shop for an hour or so working on a
project and was quite covered in sawdust from sanding when the doorbell
sounded.  Feeling a little frustrated at the interruption I put the
sandpaper down, pulled off the dust mask and goggles and trudged up the
stairs, trying to brush off as much dust as I could before walking across
the living room carpet, listening to the doorbell again.

   I pulled the door open to see Sylvia standing on the front porch in a
short blueish dress that highlighted her blue eyes and tall spike heels
that made her already sexy legs look even more stunning.  The dress was
strapless, her breasts holding the slinky blue material up as it flowed
down her body in tantalizingly translucent layers that looked almost like
you could see all the way through the short tapered skirt portion to her
panties.

   "You weren't coming back over to my house, so I thought I'd take matters
into my own hands," she said with a bright smile.  "I even brought along a
little liquid refreshment," she added, pulling a wine bottle from behind
her back.

   "Oh.  Wow.  Um.  Hi," I said a little stupidly as stepped back and let
her into the house, barely able to rip my eyes from her wiggling chest as
she stepped past me.

   "Looks like you've been busy," she said without the smile leaving her
face.  "I like a man that's handy with his hands," she said with a soft,
little giggle.  "Wanna show me what you're working on?"

   "Sure," I answered, turning to lead the way across the room toward the
stairs.  She carefully started navigating down the stairs in her heels,
stepping down them much more slowly than me as I bounced down them.

   "You know, I don't wear heels this high very often.  I'm nervous that
I'll fall down these stairs on them," she said, stopping several stairs
down and holding out a hand.  I turned back to her and stepped back up the
dozen stairs to where she stood and took her hand.  I chuckled to myself,
thinking that only a woman would wear something that made her feel
uncomfortable, just because of how she looked.  I half turned and swung my
free arm under her legs, scooping her petite form into my arms.  "OOOOO!"
she cried in surprise as I finished twisting and carried her the rest of
the way down the stairs.

   "There you go," I said softly as I gently set her down, letting her
slide from my grasp, her short dress, still hooked over my arm, pulling up
over her nicely rounded ass.

   She grinned and smoothed the dress down over her practically bare butt.
"Trying to sneak a peek?" she asked with a girlish giggle.

   "Honestly, I wasn't," I said a little defensively.

   "No?  Why not?  Don't like looking at my tush?"

   "You're tush?" I asked, almost laughing at the look on her face and the
way she turned and pushed her butt out at me.

   "Yeah.  That's the medically correct term isn't it?  My cute little
tushy?" she said playfully, reaching behind her back and flipping up the
hem of her dress to flash me her practically bare cheeks, only three little
white strings breaking the perfect smoothness of her skin.

   "Medically correct or not, I have to admit, it's a good looking tush," I
answered, still looking at her butt, even though the dress was covering it
again.

   "Oh you do like my tush then?"

   "I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

   "Oh?  Well, in that case you can touch it if you want," she said,
pulling her skirt up again, this time leaving it held up, exposing her
round creamy cheeks.

   I chuckled and stepped the short half step toward her, reaching out to
cup both firm globes.  "You could just say you want to have sex."

   "I could, but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun, would it?"

   "As much fun as what?"

   "Going slow.  Teasing a little.  Building that anticipation.  Last time
we just kind of jumped into it.  I thought maybe we'd slow the game down a
little this time."

   "You won't hear me complain," I said with a smile, shuffling a little
closer, her bare ass almost touching the quickly growing bulge in my pants
as I slipped one hand up and around her body to cup one of her breasts
through the slick material of her dress.  I stroked my thumb back and forth
across her hard nipple, noting the apparent lack of bra.

   "I won't complain about you doing that either," she said with a sigh,
letting go of the hem of her skirt and slipping her hand between us, her
palm pressing against my throbbing hardon.  "Mmmmmm.  Seems like you won't
complain either."

   "Uh uh," I answered quietly.  "But if we stay down here we'll get a bit
dusty."

   "So?" she asked with a giggle, abruptly pulling away from my grip, her
dress sliding back down to cover her butt again.  "So what are you making?"

   "A new dresser," I answered as she walked toward the long, eight drawer
dresser I'd been sanding on in preparation for staining.

   "Looks pretty sturdy," she said as she walked around it, sliding her
hand across the dusty top.

   "It is," I answered.

   "Sturdy enough to hold me up?"

   "I don't see why not."

   She grinned and turned to look at me.  "Tell you what.  Why don't you go
up and get a couple wine glasses."

   "If you want," I answered, turning and heading toward the stairs.

   "And a cork screw!" she called after me as I bounded up the stairs.

   I returned a few short minutes later with two long stemmed wine glasses
and a cork screw.  As I walked down the stairs I was treated to a view of
an extremely sexy looking woman, reclined across the top of the dresser in
a very sexy pose, the nearly see-through lower half of the dress seeming to
be even more so now as she lay on her side.  "Wow!" was all I could say as
I surveyed up and down her body, noting for the first time the little white
thong panty peeking out at me through the thin material.

   "I'll take wow," she said with a grin.  "As long as wow turns into oh
wow."

   "Hmmmm.  And how does that happen?"

   "Some time after you take your pants off and let me see that hardon
that's trying so hard to escape."

   "Hands are full," I answered, holding the two glasses in one hand and
the cork screw in the other.

   "And you don't think I can find a solution to that?" she asked, raising
her eyebrows.  "Just step over here a bit closer." I took the few steps to
get over to where she was reclined, watching her reach out for the front of
my pants with one hand.  She struggled with the belt for several seconds
and then lay on her back on the dresser she had been posing on, using both
hands to undo the front of my pants.  The baggy work pants slid down my
legs moments later, my briefs being pushed down after them.  "Ohhhh wow,"
she whispered as she smiled toward my now hard cock sticking out at her. 
She wrapped both her delicate hands around my fat shaft and pulled me
toward her, drawing my engorged head toward her face.  She moaned softly in
pleasure as she closed her lips around the end of my shaft, her tongue
teasing my head as she slowly licked and slurped me like some kind of cold
treat.

   "Oh wow," I groaned softly as she pressed her face closer to my body,
slowly pushing my hardon deeper into her mouth.  I stared as she took more
of me into her, my head pushing down her throat as my length exceeded what
would obviously fit in her mouth.  I set the glasses and cork screw on the
dresser near her head and then let my now free hands roam over her dress
covered breasts, rubbing and kneading them gently before finally letting my
fingers work inside the top to reach her firm little B cup tits.  Each
full, round mound felt wonderful in my grip, her hard nipples pressing
against my palms as she pulled her mouth off my cock for a few moments to
catch her breath.

   "You can push that top down if you want," she said quietly before
engulfing my engorged head once again.

   "With pleasure," I answered, sliding my hands out of her top long enough
to ease the material over her sexy little breasts.  I gently stroked each
now bare mound, teasing my fingers over and around her hard nipples,
drawing a soft moan from her lips.

   "Oh damn.  I could do this all day," she gasped as she worked to catch
her breath.  "But I wouldn't at all mind having you return the favor."

   "I bet I can," I answered, pushing the dress down her body, letting her
roll all the way on her back to lift enough of her body off the dresser top
for me to slide it down her body.  I pushed it off and let it slide to the
floor, leaving her in only the tiny white thong, which I pushed
unceremoniously down while she lifted her legs again for me.  "Much
better," I said with a grin as I looked down at her now naked body and
completely shaved mound.

   "Why don't you take those pants all the way off and come up here?" she
coaxed as she lay on the dresser.

   "Really?"

   "Oh hell yeah," she answered as she reached for my cock again, wrapping
her hand around it and stroking me.  I let her continue to play with my
cock while I worked my shoes and pants off, leaving me naked from the waist
down except for my socks.  I gingerly crawled up onto the unfinished
dresser, my head toward her feet.  I worked closer to her legs as she
pulled my cock toward her mouth, the both of us letting out a small moan as
she engulfed my engorged head again with her hot mouth.

   I lowered my head between her legs as she spread them and pulled her
knees up, giving me access to her already wet pussy lips.  Her shaved pussy
looked a lot like my daughter's, full round lips with only a small amount
of inner lip protruding.  I slowly licked down her lips from the juncture
toward her rosebud, drawing another moan of pleasure from her.  I wrapped
both arms around each thigh, working my fingertips toward her pussy to
spread her and reveal her pink depths.

   "Oh god George, I love that," she gasped as I stroked my tongue up and
down her now spread pussy, tasting her tangy arousal.  I didn't bother to
stop and answer as I teased my tongue from her tunnel entrance to her now
exposed clit, making her squirm on the smooth wood with each lick.  "But
now I want to feel you pumping this cock into me!"

   "I can't argue with that," I answered as I pulled my face from between
her legs, my engorged cock twitching in her hand after having pulled her
mouth off of it.  I carefully crawled off of her, standing by the side of
the dresser while she scooted closer to me, her creamy white skin framed by
the slightly darker natural oak planking she was lying on.  She lifted and
spread her legs, her hands hovering between her thighs in obvious
invitation.  I stepped the half step left between us, my glistening head
aiming for her pussy as I moved.  I felt her hand close around my hard
shaft almost the same time as the tip of my head bumped into her full round
pussy lips.

   "Push baby," she cooed softly as she pulled on my shaft, having worked
the tip of my tool right into the opening of her depths.  I leaned in
toward her, letting my weight slowly spread her before finally slipping
into her teenage tight tunnel.  "Ohhhhhh fuck yes," she moaned loudly as my
shaft slid slowly into her well lubricated tunnel.

   "Oh god you're so damn tight," I grunted as I pulled back a little bit
before pushing into her again, working my fat cock deeper into her.

   "No.  I think it's that you're so damn big," moaned.  "But who cares? 
The way this feels, all I care about is feeling it driving in and out."

   "Uh huh," I grunted in agreement as I increased my pace to plunge into
her more rapidly.  Her whole body shook each time I slapped my hips into
her firm little ass, making her tits wiggle and shake on her chest as she
lay holding the wooden top.  Her moans and cries filled the basement shop
as did the rhythmic slap, slap of our bodies.

   "My god George!  I'm going to come!" she squealed as I pounded into her.
"OHHHH FUCK!" she cried as her whole body started to shake and tremble
before me.  I could feel her pussy contracting around me, squeezing my cock
and trying to hold me deep inside her.  "Okay.  Okay.  You gotta stop a
minute," she panted as her climax finally started to fade from her, her
hands reaching out to my hips to stop my strokes.  She gently pushed me
back before sliding herself off the dresser.  She stood, her arms reaching
around my neck, pulling herself up and against me, her lips reaching for
mine.  "Mmmmmm.  Kiss me," she whispered, her soft hot lips brushing mine
before she pressed them tightly to mine.

   I kissed her back, letting her tongue slip into my mouth and tease mine
in a little game of unseen hide and seek.  I held her to me, my hardon
trapped between us as she ground her mound gently against it.

   We broke the kiss breathlessly and she gently pulled me down as she
lowered herself toward the hard concrete floor.  She smiled at me as she
gently coaxed me onto my back, her legs straddling mine as she settled on
top of me.  Without a word she reached between us, found my hardon and
pushed herself upright again, lifting herself on her knees to guide my cock
toward her pussy.  "Here we go," she moaned as she lowered her weight onto
me, driving my cock slowly up into her.

   "Ohhhhhhhh.' I breathed quietly as she sank down over me, her tight
pussy engulfing me once again.  She began to lift herself up and down,
sliding her tight tunnel up and down my shaft, teasing my head with her
insides as she coaxed me back to full hardness.  I slid my hands up her
chest to her firm little boobs, squeezing and playing with them as she
bounced herself up and down, stroking me in and out of her hot wet pussy. I
was totally engrossed in what Sylvia and I were doing to each other and
what the impending outcome was about to be, ignoring my surroundings as
well as the hard cold concrete floor so I was more than a little surprised
when a naked body stepped across my head and directly in front of Sylvia,
pushing her pussy into Sylvia's face.  After being startled I settled back
down again, the tight little ass hovering a few feet above me was more than
familiar by now.

   I heard Tabby moan softly as Sylvia, apparently not at all disturbed by
having a young pussy pushed in her face, began to lick and stroke Tabby's
slit and lips.  Sylvia stopped riding up and down my shaft as she pushed a
single finger up into Tabby's clearly sopping wet pussy, driving it slowly
up into her.  I lay there watching as she began to stroke her finger in and
out while her tongue teased and licked Tabby's clit, Tabby arching her back
and bowing her legs more to give her more access.

   "Why don't you sit on this?" Sylvia said in a very matter of fact tone
as she pulled her finger from Tabby and lifted herself off my cock.  "I
don't think either of you have far to go from the feel of you two."

   "Wait," I protested momentarily as Tabby turned around to face me and
lowered herself down over me.  She reached between her legs to capture my
cock and then settled down on me, slowly sinking down on my well lubricated
cock with her sopping wet pussy.

   "Ohhhhhh fuck yes.  I can never get enough of this," she moaned softly
as she started to bounce her ass up and down, sliding herself up and down
my shaft a few inches.

   Sylvia knelt down next to me and leaned over me, bringing one of her
tits to my mouth.  "Suck on this sweetie.  I don't mind sharing, as long as
I'm getting some attention too!"

   "You sure?" I asked before she pressed her tit into a cone and pushed it
between my lips, both cutting off anything else I might say and answering
my question at the same time.  I moved one arm to reach up between her legs
and started to gently stroke her pussy in time with Tabby's strokes up and
down my cock.  Not lasting long was going to be an understatement very
quickly with all the stimulation I had.

   "OH FUCK!" Tabby screamed suddenly, jamming her pussy down on my shaft.
I felt her convulse around me, her squeezing pussy pushing me over the last
little edge that was holding me back.  I grunted around the tit in my mouth
as my body bucked, trying unsuccessfully to jam up into her as I spouted
shot after shot of hot cum up into her tight pussy.

   "Oh god," I groaned as my body bucked over and over, pumping the seed
that Sylvia had enticed into Tabby.  I finally lay back, little tremors and
jerks occasionally hitting me as I lay below the two women panting.

   "Well, looks like we all got a nice happy ending, though I was thinking
I might want to spend the night for a few more of those marvelous climaxes
you're so good at giving me.  But I think you're going to be busy with
someone else," Sylvia said as she pushed herself up and stepped around me
to find her dress where I'd dropped it.

   "Oh.  I don't think so," Tabby offered up quickly.  "I mean I heard you
guys down here and couldn't help but watch, well at least until I couldn't
help but join in.  Anyway, we have a really early day tomorrow, so I doubt
my dad would be much company."

   "Oh?  Early day?"

   "Yeah.  We leave on vacation tomorrow."

   "Where you going?" Sylvia asked as she stepped into her slinky blue
dress.

   "Can't tell you.  It's a secret."

   "So George, I mean, your dad doesn't know where you're going?"

   "Nope.  Total surprise.  Diane and I planned it all out."

   "Well.  Now that is interesting," she said as she pulled the dress up
over her breasts.  She stepped over and squatted down next to me and
reached out to stroke my face.  "When you get back you'll have to tell me
all about it."

   "Oh he will!" Tabby answered quickly with a huge grin.

   "See you when you get back lover boy!" Sylvia said before heading for
the stairs, carrying her high heels.  "And you can keep the bottle until I
come back next time!" she called as she bounded up the stairs.

   "Why do I get the feeling I spoiled something?" Tabby asked looking down
at my frowning face.

   "Because I was kind of thinking it might be nice to spend a few more
hours with Sylvia."

   "Don't you think it's a little weird fucking my gynecologist?"

   "No more than you walking up and stuffing your muff in her face," I
answered.  "Come on.  Since I'm not getting any more we might as well get
cleaned up and ready for bed."

   "You can have more with me, if you want that is."

   "Tabby.  As good as you feel around me, and as hot as you look to me,
don't you think it's a little weird fucking your dad?"

   "Depends on who's asking," she answered with a grin.  She lifted off of
my cock, our combined cum leaking from her and dribbling to the floor as
she stood next to where I lay, her hand held out for me.  I took her hand
and let her pull me up from the floor before she walked away, picking her
clothes up off the stairs before heading up and out of view.

   "Damn," I said quietly, wishing that she would have understood what I
was driving at instead of brushing it off the way she did.  I mean it did
feel good to have her, but the feeling of wrongness just wouldn't go away.
I collected my clothes and headed up to the main floor, turning off the
light on the way.

   ****

   After nearly a whole day in airports or planes we could finally see our
destination out the windshield of the eight seat seaplane we had spent the
last hour in.  We'd be into the small island before the sun finished its
trek down toward the horizon behind us.  After pointing out the island,
which was shaped a lot like an irregular dinner plate with a bite taken out
of it, the pilot started our descent toward the large bitten out segment,
which he explained was the lagoon we were to land in.  I had to admit I was
more than ready to be done with traveling for the day.

   The pilot made a surprisingly smooth landing on the choppy ocean
surface, touching down onto the wave tops just on the land side of what
appeared to be a reef providing a natural breakwater for the lagoon.  A
number of blue dressed, well-tanned young men secured the plane to the
large pier as the pilot idled up to it expertly.  "Here we are folks!" he
said cheerfully as he shut off the engine, the propeller coming to a stop
moments later.

   The door behind me was opened from the outside and the young men who
secured the plane eagerly held out their hands toward my daughters to
assist them out and down while I extricated myself from the copilot's seat.


   "Welcome Mister Sterling!" a tall dark haired woman said as I stepped
down from the plane.

   "George, please," I answered, taking her offered hand for a brief
handshake.

   "And these must be your daughters, Diane and Tabitha?" the blue bikini
clad woman said, turning toward my daughters.  "We're so glad you could
join us.  The boys will have your luggage loaded in a few moments and then
I'll drive you to your bungalow," she said with a charming smile.

   "Just the one bag," Tabby said quickly.  "We won't need all that much to
wear!"

   "You'd be surprised how many people over pack to come here."

   "That would have been my dad, so we didn't let him pack at all!" Diane
quipped.

   "Sounds like a good move," the young woman answered with a smile,
looking me up and down.  "It would seem to me he'd look quite attractive in
nothing but some swim trunks."

   "We think so," Tabby answered before I could say anything.

   "Well, there are a lot of single women his age here this weekend, so I'm
sure he'll get plenty of attention!" she added as she slipped into the
driver's seat of what looked like a hopped up six seat golf cart with big
knobby tires.  "If you will join me, I'll take you to your bungalow," she
said in a more business like tone.

   We climbed into the cart, the girls giving me the seat next to our
bikini clad guide.

   "So this is an all-inclusive resort.  Anything you need is yours for the
asking, except of course love.  That you have to find for yourselves.  This
is an exclusive singles event, so you need not worry about unintended
entanglements.  Our motto is 'enjoy what you see, but be respectful'.  We
are an island nation and our security staff is never complacent about
complaints of harassment or other untoward behavior," she said as she
started the cart out down the long pier.  "The lagoon beaches are family
friendly, as are the public areas around the resort.  The beaches on the
north are more private and secluded for those romantic moments, and the
ones on the east side are clothing optional.  The restaurant is open 24
hours and the night club and bar are open till three.  If you'll notice the
yellow pole we're just passing, you'll find those around the island.  Feel
free to press the button for any needs you may have, from needing
assistance to having drinks delivered to your romantic beach location.  The
lagoon is obviously walking distance from your bungalow, but the other
beaches are some distance away.  Your bungalow package includes a cart
something like this one for your exclusive use," she told us as we drove up
a winding sand and crushed rock path.  "The staff are trained to meet your
every need, from food to drinks to entertainment and more.  We have the
bar, restaurant, night club, pool, hot tubs, sauna, and full service spa.
You have but to ask," she said smiling widely at me.

   "This is your bungalow.  The shower is outside on the side," she said
pointing to a bamboo cubicle attached to the side of a small round grass
hut.  She stepped out of the cart and pulled our suitcase off the platform
on the back, wheeling it inside the curtained doorway of the small
structure.  "Of course this bungalow has twin king beds, a sitting area and
the bathroom," she said pointing to a bamboo cubicle on the inside wall
opposite where the shower was on the outside.  The small round structure,
still looking like a grass hut to me, had two large king sized beds with a
roll up bamboo curtain between them, providing the only real bit of
privacy. The sitting area was populated with two rattan chairs, a table and
a love seat, as well as two what I think are called gorilla chairs hanging
from the ceiling.  The engineer in me wondered how they were held up,
finally deciding there was more structure in the hut than it appeared with
the design intended to create the appearance of a little grass shack.  Over
each bed was a draping of fine netting, obviously intended to keep the
night time bugs away.

   "Well, I'll leave you to freshen up and I'm sure you'll want to get some
dinner.  The restaurant is just down the path to your left.  Can't miss
it!" she said brightly.  "Anything else I can do for you before I go?"

   "I don't think so," I answered her.

   "Yeah.  You can show my dad your boobs.  He's been like staring at them
since he got off the plane," Tabby said quickly.

   "I have not!" I protested.

   "I'm afraid there are some services that we don't provide," she said,
winking at Tabby.  "But my top does seem to need some adjusting," she
added, reaching behind her back, and pulling the string holding the navy
blue triangles over her clearly substantial breasts.  In moments, her top
was completely off leaving her in nothing but the skimpy bikini bottom and
her sandals.  Her breasts were easily the size of small cantaloupes, each
with a large dark areola covering much of the front of each fully tanned
orb.  "Would you help me get this knot out?" she asked, stepping toward me,
holding the top out in front of her.  I took the top from her and easily
untied the bow while she whispered, "You know I wouldn't invite just
anyone, but I like to tan on the northern most beach on the east side.  I
don't have to be to work until noon, so I'd probably be there by nine
anyway, if you're interested that is."

   "I don't think..." I started to respond, only to be cut off by Tabby.

   "I think that's a great idea.  We definitely need to start working on
our tans, don't we dad?"

   "And that was one of the clothing optional beaches, wasn't it?" Diane
chimed in.

   "It would seem my daughters are making plans for me already," I answered
as I held the top out for her to take.  She was already close to me, but
stepped even closer, taking the top from me and tossing it on the bed.

   "Seems like they're concerned that you have a good time," she said with
a smile.  "I think you need to start by getting more comfortable.  Would
you like some help?"

   "I don't think..."

   "Yes he would!" Tabby interrupted.

   "My name is Malaya," she said as she reached out for the buttons on my
shirt.  She slowly undid them one at a time, working her way down the front
and exposing my bare chest.  She pulled the shirt tail from my pants and
pushed the shirt off my shoulders, bearing me above the waist.  She
squatted down and untied my shoes, coaxing me to lift each foot in turn to
pull off my socks and shoes.

   "You know we're strictly prohibited from having sex with the guests,"
she said quietly as she began undoing my pants.  "But there's no rule
against giving massages.  In fact we're encouraged to make each guest as
comfortable and relaxed as possible," she said as she pulled my pants and
briefs down.  "So if it'll help relax you, I'd be more than happy to
massage you," she said as she wrapped both hands around my unsurprisingly
hard cock.  She stroked her hands along the length of my shaft, teasing it
sexily and rubbing her hand over and around my engorged mushroom head. 
"You do seem a bit stiff and tense," she said quietly as she let go with
one hand.  Moments later she stood up, her bikini bottom falling to the
floor as she got up.  She stepped closer to me, her tits pressed to my
chest as she pushed my cock down between her legs.  "I've found this
technique frequently eases this particular kind of stiffness."

   "Oh?" I asked a little breathlessly.

   "Uh huh," she grunted as she started to rock her hips, sliding her
thighs and wet pussy along my shaft.  "Oh yeah.  Definitely," she groaned
as she worked her body faster, my hands finding her firm ass and squeezing
it in time with her strokes.

   "This isn't having sex?" I practically gasped as her pussy and thighs
stroked me, working me quickly up the slope toward climax.

   "Oh.  No.  This is just a very intimate massage.  It wouldn't be sex
unless I did something like this," she moaned, reaching behind herself and
sliding her fingers under her butt and between her legs.  I could feel her
fingers find the underside of my shaft and push up, her pelvis tilting as
my head slipped between her lips.  She continued to press me up with her
fingers until my head pressed into her tunnel entrance and she forced her
sopping wet pussy over my well lubricated cock.  I felt my head expand her
tunnel and drive deep into her.  "See if I did something like that it would
be having sex."

   "Uh huh.  Wouldn't want to do that then, would we?"

   "Uh Uh.  If I did and someone found out, I could lose my job, or worse,"
she panted as she rocked her hips, her thighs slapping mine with each
stroke.

   "Well then, if that were to happen we wouldn't want anyone to find out,
would we?"

   "Oh fuck.  Gonna come," she grunted as she drove herself on and off my
shaft even faster.

   "Uh huh," I agreed, feeling that familiar tingle deep inside.

   "Oh shit!" she gasped quietly as my cock surged inside her, pumping a
gush of cum into her hot depths.  I felt her tunnel clench around me,
trying to squeeze and milk my spurting cock as she held herself tightly to
me, her body wracked with shudders and trembles.  "Oh god, oh god, oh god,"
she moaned as I helped hold her up.  "See.  My massage got rid of all that
tension," she panted as my cock shrunk inside her.

   "I have to admit, it was quite effective," I answered as she pulled
back, my cock slipping from her.

   "I'll be right back," she breathed as she walked to the little bathroom.
She came back moments later with a damp cloth to wipe my cock off and then
her own pussy, mopping my cum that was leaking from her.  "There.  All
cleaned up too."

   "Uh huh," I said sitting on the edge of the bed.  She squatted down
again and pulled my pants off, leaving me completely naked.  She untangled
the strings of her suit and tied it back in place while the girls sat in
the gorilla chairs watching the two of us.

   "Well.  I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay.  Is there anything else
I can do before I leave?"

   "I don't think so," I answered as she pushed me back on the bed.  She
crawled up over me as gave me a soft kiss on the lips.  "If you think of
anything else, just remember to ask for Malaya!"

   "I will," I promised before she crawled back off and headed for the
door. "Damn," I breathed as I lay there, my eyes closed, trying to gather
my thoughts.

   "Was kind of hot, wasn't it?" I heard Tabby say from across the hut.

   "Yeah.  Was.  KInda left me turned on," Diane answered quietly.

   "Sorry girls.  You shouldn't have seen that," I said, opening my eyes
and sitting up on the edge of the bed only to see both girls standing
almost naked, each taking off the last of what they had worn to travel in.

   "We're not worried.  At least not as long as you're willing to help take
care of what you started," Tabby said with a crooked little grin, her
panties sliding down her legs to leave her completely nude.

   "Tabby.  I can't..." I started to protest, my mind already expecting
that she was going to want sex, which I didn't exactly feel comfortable
with, especially in front of Diane.

   "Don't worry daddy.  You have two hands, we have two pussies," she
quipped as she walked to the bed, Diane only a few steps behind and equally
naked.  She crawled onto the bed on my left side, pushing on my chest to
force me back down on the bed.  "Don't worry.  All we want is a little
massage in the right places," she said with a grin as she pushed my left
hand down toward the bed and then scooted up over it, lifting my hand to
her pussy.  "Mmmmmmmm yeah.  The sooner you make us come, the sooner we can
go to dinner." She practically moaned as she ground her pussy against my
palm.

   "Yeah daddy.  You got yours, how about a little help for us?" Diane said
as she crawled onto the bed on my right side, aiming my hand for her
equally wet pussy.

   I looked back and forth between my girls, their naked breasts wiggling
as they ground their pussies against my hands.  Tabby had her eyes closed
and I wondered if she was picturing us having sex as she tried to coax my
fingers up into her.  I relented and curled two fingers up, pushing them
into her tunnel while she ground herself against my palm.

   "Oh yeah.  So nice.  God I wish it was your cock," she moaned.  I looked
quickly toward Diane, wondering if she heard, seeing the surprised look on
her face.  "That's it daddy.  Fuck my hot little cunt!" Tabby moaned
louder. "Oh fuck yes.  God yes.  Gonna come.  Oh daddy.  God I wanna come
on your cock so bad!" she cried as she started to jerk and shudder in
climax, her juices running down my fingers as her pussy clamped around
them.

   "God Tabby!" Diane said, looking at her sister with a shocked look. 
"Are you fantasizing about fucking our dad?"

   "What?" Tabby panted as she sat on my hand, her body occasionally
sending shudders up and down her whole length.

   "You heard me," Diane said with a frown.  "Seriously?  You wanna fuck
dad?"

   "Well, he does have a pretty hot looking cock, right?"

   "Yeah.  But dad?"

   "Why not?"

   "Yeah.  Why not?  I mean it's not like Danny is going to fill my pussy
up.  Hell, he can barely keep from shooting all over before he even gets it
in me, let alone fuck me long enough to get me off," Tabby answered her
sister.

   "But daddy?"

   "Why not?" she said with a crooked grin, reaching out for my
inexplicably hard cock, wrapping her fingers around it.  "Try it.  You
might like it," she added with a giggle.

   "God Tabby.  No.  Tell me you haven't!"

   "Have.  More than once," she answered.  "And just between us girls, god
can he fuck!"

   "What?  How?  Why?"

   "Easy.  Doc Sylvia."

   "What about Doctor Sylvia?"

   "We had sex, her and me and dad."

   "The three of you?  All at once?  Why?" Diane asked, her look one of
confusion.  "Why would our gynecologist have sex with dad and you?  Or with
dad at all?"

   "Well, because of the hot tub.  You know.  That night he gave us the
spankings?"

   "What do our spankings have to do with having sex with Dr.  Sylvia?"

   "Oh yeah.  You don't know.  Because I snuck into bed with him and had
sex with him while he was asleep, well asleep up until the end anyway."

   "You had sex with dad that night?  Seriously?"

   "Seriously.  And a whole bunch of times since."

   "Oh god.  Tabby.  Seriously?"

   Tabby reached for Diane's hand and pulled it to my hard cock and coaxed
her fingers around my fat shaft.  "Can you blame me?" She asked Diane
quietly.

   "Not really," she whispered back, sitting on my hand, her other hand
slowly stroking my hardon.

   "You want it now, don't you?"

   "Maybe," Diane answered her sister.

   "Well, you better get it now then.  Cuz if this place is even half of
what they advertise, you're gonna have to stand in line!"

   "Seriously?  You want me to...  You want me to fuck him?  Now?" Diane
hissed.

   "Girls..."

   "Oh shush daddy.  You know damn well you want it.  Your cock wouldn't
look like a fucking tree trunk if you weren't turned on by the thought, not
to mention how many times we've done it and you haven't stopped."

   "But..."

   "But nothing.  Well Diane?"

   "Oh hell.  Why not?" she answered as she lifted herself up and off of my
hand and stretched her leg across my body to straddle me.  "I mean if
you've been doing it..."

   "Hey.  Wait.  Don't I get any say in this?" I said a little more sharply
than I intended.

   "I guess.  If you don't want me to," Diane said, lifting herself to
swing her leg back over me, her face clearly upset.

   "DAD!" Tabby almost shouted.

   "What!?"

   "You can't do that!  Let me and not her!"

   "The whole idea with Sylvia was to make you NOT want it with me.  Not
want it more!"

   "Well, it failed," Tabby said, glaring at me.  "Now what are you going
to do?

   I lay quietly for several seconds, looking back and forth between my
girls and trying to decide if what I was going to do was the right thing or
not.  It felt a lot longer than the several seconds it probably took, but
with a nervous intake of breath I rolled Diane over onto her back, rolling
over onto her, trapping her under me on the big bed.  "You sure this is
what you want?"

   "Daddy!  This isn't the first time I've been fucked you know!"

   "But it'll be the first time from me and there's no undoing it after
it's done."

   "Daddy, just shut up and fuck me!" Diane whispered as she wormed a hand
down between us to find my rock hard cock.  I felt her force me down
between her spread legs and then felt the hot wetness envelope my engorged
head.  "Oh fuck!" she groaned loudly as she moved her feet to my ass and
dug her heels in, both forcing and coaxing my fat shaft into her incredibly
tight tunnel.

   My hips, almost with a mind of their own, pushed toward her, driving my
head all the way to the end of her depths.  "Oh god," I groaned quietly
before my body pulled my shaft most of the way out.  I jammed it back in
hard, driving quickly into her, little jolts of lightning racing from my
mushroom head through my whole body as my head smashed into the end of her
tunnel.

   "Oh fuck yes!  Do it again!  Fuck me hard like that!" Diane cried toward
the thatched roof of the little bungalow.

   My chest rubbed against her rock hard nipples with each stroke into her,
driving my already excited state even higher.

   I lost track of time as I drove in and out of her, both of us lost to
the sensations.  I felt her legs begin to shake as they clamped tighter
around me, but not so tightly it interrupted my rhythmic drive in and out
of her.

   "Oh fuck!  I'm cooooommmmiiiiing!" she cried as her already tight
vaginal walls clamped around my pistoning cock.

   "Oh shit!" I grunted as my body, responding to the sudden change in
sensation, jerked, jamming me deep into her as the first surge of cum
lanced out into her, filling what little space remained.  Over and over I
jerked, pumping my daughter full of my seed, the two of us laying, panting
for breath.

   "Was worth it, wasn't it?" Tabby asked from where she was reclining
against a stack of pillows, her spread legs pointing toward us, her fingers
idly stroking her glistening pussy lips.

   "Oh yeah.  I can't believe you've been doing this and didn't clue me
in!"

   "I can't believe you didn't figure it out on your own," Tabby answered
with a soft laugh.  "Anyway.  I'm hungry.  If you two are done how about we
go eat?"

   "Good idea!  Maybe daddy will see something he likes, besides food I
mean!" Diane replied to her sister.

   It was probably the most uncomfortable I've felt in a long time, dressed
that is.  The girls hadn't allowed me to pack anything but my toiletries,
assuring me that they were taking care of EVERYTHING.  Their version of
everything included their intent for me to go commando the whole trip.  In
their words "you can't sell what you don't advertise".  Well I felt like
I'd just been put on display like a prized bull steer.  The thin Bermuda
shorts did little to hide the state of arousal for most of our dinner.  I
thought my daughters were a bit under dressed in their bikini tops and boy
shorts, but as soon as we stepped into the restaurant I realized it was I
who was OVER dressed.  The vast majority of the women were probably
mid-thirties to mid-fifties, all of them, alone or paired up seeming to be
wearing outfits that flaunted all their assets, from minuscule bikini tops
to sheer beach wraps with little or nothing under.  It was a veritable
smorgasbord of boobs and pussies, most of which seemed willing to not only
display, but also touch and be touched.  I was propositioned three times in
the buffet line and fondled twice more.  One young woman whose name I
didn't catch sat right on my lap with her sheer white beach wrap pulled up
so the only thing between my cock and her bare pussy were my thin shorts.
She pulled my hand between her legs so my fingers were pressed to her bare
pussy and suggested that we should walk down to the beach for dessert.  She
was extremely attractive, if not a little young for me, and at that moment
it was a very tempting offer, if only it hadn't been such a long day
already.  She only left after I promised to let her see "the whole thing"
if we ran into each other again.  I guess I would have been less startled
by how forward the ladies were if someone had warned me in advance that it
was Sadie Hawkins night!  I only found that little tidbit out AFTER I'd
been hit on twice.  Apparently one of my daughters stood strategically in
front of the sign on our way in so I wouldn't get cold feet.

   Now, walking back in the moonlight, bright enough to cast shadows, I
couldn't help but wish I'd agreed with the young lady in white.  My
daughters' tits, unrestrained in their skimpy tops, were wiggling and
bouncing with each step, leaving me wondering if the hardon I had was going
to be a permanent fixture the whole trip!

   After getting back to our bungalow I excused myself to the little
outside shower, pulling the bamboo curtain that acted as the door to the
small cubicle.  I unwrapped my towel from around my waist and turned on the
water, instantly disappointed in the intensity of the stream of water
raining down on me from above.  At least it seemed to be warm enough,
though I wondered how long it might last, given the rusticness of the
bungalow.

   "Well!  Hello there!" I heard a female voice with a distinctive
Australian accent say from behind me as I stood under the water soaping my
body.  I spun around under the water in surprise and saw a modestly tall
willowy blonde woman that was maybe forty at most, standing in the now open
doorway, her towel wrapped body illuminated by the moonlight and the small
single bulb on the wall above the shower head.  "My bungalow doesn't seem
to have any hot water, so I thought I might come borrow yours," she said
with a grin.

   "Umm.  I guess when I'm finished," I answered awkwardly, looking down at
where her eyes were staring.  I could feel myself blush at the realization
that she was staring at my completely exposed hardon.

   "Oh that's quite alright.  I don't mind sharing!" she said with a smile
as she reached for the towel around her body.  She tugged it off and tossed
it over the rod holding the door curtain, leaving her as naked as I was. 
She was slightly shorter than I was, willowy thin with a modest size pair
of breasts that had the size and shape of two medium oranges.  "My name is
Katy!" she said brightly as she stepped under the water with me, her firm
breasts quickly pressed against my chest.  "Cat got your tongue?" she asked
after several awkward moments of silence.

   "Um sorry.  Just caught me off guard."

   "So what's your name?"

   "Sorry.  George."

   "George!  I like that.  A nice comfortable name," she said as she
reached to take the soap from my hand.  "I suppose we shouldn't waste too
much time.  No telling when the hot water might run out, then we'd have to
go wash in the lagoon!"

   "Oh.  Yeah," I answered a little dumbly as she soaped her hands and
handed me back the soap.

   "How about we start here?" she asked, reaching down between us and
wrapping both hands around my rock hard cock.  "I was just leaving when you
walked in for dinner.  The fact that you're in the shower alone says
neither of us found quite what we were looking for," she cooed softly as
she stroked her hands along the length of my shaft.  "I am surprised
though," she added as she pushed my cock downward and held it that way
while she pushed her hips toward me, sliding my soapy cock into the gap
between her thighs, the top of my cock rubbing against her pussy.  "Mmmmmm.
Now this is the way to wash down there!" She practically moaned as she
rocked her hips, sliding herself back and forth on my shaft.

   "Katy," I almost groaned.

   "Uh huh."

   "You don't even know me!"

   "Neither did that young woman in the blue bikini," she grunted as she
rocked her hips at more of an angle, letting my head drive up between her
soft hot lips with each stroke.

   "You saw that?"

   "Came over to say 'hi' just before she started climaxing on your cock!"
She panted.  I felt one hand leave where it was holding behind my neck,
only to feel her fingers under my cock moments later.  "Oh fuck yes!" she
groaned as she pushed me up, engaging my head into her tunnel entrance and
driving herself onto my shaft.  "Oh my god!  So fucking good!  I could fuck
this cock all night long!" she said more loudly.  "That's it George!  Fuck
me!  Fuck my hot little cunt!" she cried into the night.

   "Damn," I groaned, my overly stimulated cock quickly pushing toward
release.

   "That's it.  Fuck, I can feel it throbbing inside me!" she gasped as her
body trembled while she continued to stroke herself on and off my shaft.

   "Oh fuck," I grunted.  My body jerking hard and slamming my thighs
against hers to drive me deep inside her.  I felt a gush of cum lance up to
her as she stood shuddering against me, her body moving with each jerk of
mine to keep me buried inside her.

   "Daddy?" Tabby asked from the shower door, standing every bit as naked
as we were, staring at us with a look of surprise on her face.

   "Oh.  I didn't know you were already..." Katy apologized, pulling back
suddenly off my still half hard member.

   "Oh.  No.  I'm not.  This is my daughter Tabitha," I said quickly. 
"Tabby, this is our neighbor Katy.  She just needed to borrow the shower."

   "Uh huh.  With you still in it?  Way to rock dad!" she said as she
turned and headed away, her bare tush wiggling with each step.

   "Daughter huh?  Kinkyyyyy," Katy said with a grin.

   "It's not what you think," I protested.

   "Uh huh.  Naked daughter coming to join you in the shower?  How not what
I think is it?  With a tight little body like that, you'd be a fool not
to!"

   "Really!  It's not what you think!"

   "You keep saying that.  But personally, I'm not opposed to a little
mixed couple action.  I could see myself with my face buried between her
legs very easily!"

   I could feel myself blushing again at the ease which that image jumped
to my mind, her face licking Tabby while I stood behind her, pumping my
cock in and out of her.  "Maybe another time.  To be honest, it's been a
long trip for all of us."

   "All of us?"

   "Both my daughters and me."

   "Daughters plural?"

   "Twins actually."

   "This is getting better by the second!  You sure you don't want to
invite me to stay the night?"

   "Not tonight," I answered, not really sure that I didn't as her hand
found my softened cock and started playing with it again.  "Maybe another
night though.

   "I'm gonna hold you to that!  And if you change your mind, I'm over in
18," she said as she stepped back and away.  She pulled her towel down and
padded away, still naked, into the moonlit night.

   Tabby and Diane were both laying naked on their bed when I walked back
inside.  The netting hanging from the ceiling was draped across the bed
only slightly blocking my view of both my daughters' naked bodies.

   "Pretty smooth move dad!  I mean sharing the shower and then having sex?
Go dad!" Tabby said with a laugh.

   "I didn't plan that," I retorted.

   "All the better!" Diane added.  "I mean getting your brains fucked out
for a week is pretty much the whole idea."

   "Diane!  You shouldn't talk like that!"

   "Oh daddy!  I can be as civilized or as crude as anyone my age.  Don't
get your panties in a bunch because I dropped the F bomb a few times!"

   "I still wish you wouldn't talk like that!" I said as I turned off the
single little light illuminating the bungalow and crawled under the netting
on my own bed.
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