The last few days pass quietly. Mostly I fuck my lovely slave and my two horny kittens into oblivion.
Katie on her back in our bed, Hope bent over the kitchen counter, Hester on her knees whenever I crook a finger - round after round until all three of them are spent and dripping and smiling. A lazy, filthy blur.
Then Saturday comes. Time to see if the twins will remember to remove their panties. Grin...
I slide out from under Katie's arm, careful not to wake her. Hope is sprawled across the foot of the bed on her stomach, face mashed into the pillow, one hand still clutching a corner of the sheet. Hester has wedged herself sideways against the headboard, a long bare leg hooked over the rail, drooling softly onto the pillowcase. Last night's marathon has left them a tangle of limbs, and extricating myself from it took a good ten minutes.
I finally manage to get free, shower, and dress casual - jeans and a pale button-down, sleeves rolled to the elbow. Trustworthy. Unthreatening. The mentor who happens to own the building.
At ten on the dot, the doorbell rings.
I open it to Mary and give her the usual quick inventory: athletic, dark hair pulled back, a soft summer top that does nothing for my self-control. Behind her, the twins - Dana and Gina - dressed down for once, no uniforms. Today is theirs, and their mother has let them choose.
They've chosen well.
Dana wears a simple yellow sundress that reaches her knees, straps a thumb wide, hem brushing her calves. Gina has gone for a plain cotton blouse, buttons all the way up, tucked into a loose navy skirt that falls past her knees. Sandals. Hair in neat braids. Casual, modest, unguarded two good girls dressed to be seen and not noticed.
"Good morning, Mary." My smile lands warm, then drops to the twins. "And look at you two weekend mode suits you."
"Morning, Ben." She smiles, easy and relaxed the pin has done its silent, hourly work. "They slept in, and I still got them here on time. Impressive."
"Come in, come in."
I step back, and the girls file in ahead of their mother, cheerful waves. Mary lingers a second in the doorway. There's a softness to her that wasn't there when I signed her lease. The pin's been chipping at her walls for weeks. The trust fund made her grateful. The spray made her warm. Ninety-five on the trust-meter and rising, and she just thinks I'm a nice landlord-cum-tutor though the twins have a better grasp of the cum part than the tutoring one so far.
"I'll be back around lunch," she says. "You have my number if they need anything."
"Always."
She turns to go, and I catch her shoulder a little extra, a gift and plant one on her cheek before she realizes it. A quick peck, nothing special. The kind you give a cousin when you haven't seen them in a while.
She freezes. Eyes gone hazy, flush up her neck, and for one second she's not a mother at all - just a woman caught off guard. She swallows, drops her car keys, fumbles for them, and looks at me like she's not sure what just hit her.
"See you at lunch, Ben," she manages, a little breathless, and walks off toward the elevator.
The door clicks shut. We are alone.
The moment the lock turns, Dana drops her bag by the door with a soft thud no ceremony - and shucks her panties, Gina follows, kicking hers off with a shiver. Two sets of smooth, bare thighs under yellow sundress and navy skirt, bare cunt hidden beneath hem. They cover their fronts a little, matching blushes, but their eyes are hopeful and waiting. Good. The suggestion worked.
I let them wait one gorgeous second. Then: "Good girls. You remembered - just like I asked."
"Today, I say, low and lazy, "we're not doing math."
Their breath catches. They know what that means. Or at least they think they do.
"Today I want to see my girls completely. Both of you - everything off."
They don't need telling twice. Dana's straps slide down and the yellow sundress pools at her feet. She unhooks her plain white bra, lets it fall, and she's bare before me, small firm tits, dark nipples standing up in the morning light. Gina works her blouse open one button at a time, shrugs it off, unclasps a simple cotton bra, then the navy skirt follows matching tits out, blush crawling down her throat. They cup themselves for a second, then drop their hands, pink-faced, letting me look.
I look. Slow. Deliberate. From their faces all the way down to their bare feet. Both of them shiver, and neither looks away.
"Good girls." My voice comes out a little rougher than I meant. "Now, come here and peel Daddy out of his clothes."
Slowly, together, they approach me. Four small hands work my buttons open. Gina draws my shirt from my shoulders; Dana kneels and works my belt, then the button, then the zip, pulling jeans and boxers down my thighs together. My cock springs free, thick and already aching, bobbing inches from Dana's face. She stares. Wide-eyed. Breath caught. The first one she's seen up close since the handjob in Paul's office.
"Good girls." I step out of the jeans. "Couch. Now. One on each side."
They scramble to the couch, one on each side, warm bodies tucking against my shoulders, bare hips pressing in as I stretch an arm along the back and pull them close. We sink into the cushions together, my cock tenting between us, waiting.
I let my hands wander. Down Dana's shoulder, over Gina's collarbones, up a bare thigh. Soft kisses on their temples. Slow, gentle, no rush - just enough touch to arouse them.
And they do. A quiet sigh out of one of them. Breathing goes shallow, flush spreading down their stomachs. They turn into me, hips grinding against empty air, desperate and dumb with it.
[Dana horniness: 16-34]
[Gina horniness: 2138]
Good. They are climbing.
"Today's lesson," I say softly, "is practical." I stand. "Sit up. Side by side. Backs straight."
They scramble, all willingness, and sit together in the middle of the couch, shoulders almost touching.
"Now - feet flat on the couch. Knees up and apart. Like the letter M."
They gape - but they obey, knees falling open, soles flat, ankles tucked, thighs spread until their glistening cunts lay fully exposed to me.
[Dana horniness: 3452]
[Gina horniness: 3856]
Their twin little cunts stare at me, and I happily stare back as I think, damn, I am really going to enjoy this...
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I settle onto my knees on the floor in front of the couch, between them, and rest my palms on the soft inner sides of their spread thighs, holding them open.
"There are things I've wanted to tell you both," I say, softly, soaking in their nervousness. "I hope you believe them. You're good girls brave, pretty, sweet. And the truth is, I've come to love having you here. Laughing with my girls. Trusting me. Sitting for me."
My palms slide inward, up their inner thighs, brushing smooth bare skin until my fingertips rest against their wet cunts. A tiny gasp from each. But I don't move yet.
"I would love nothing more, I say, "than for the two of you to be my daughters. Proper daughters."
Their breathing goes ragged. My fingertips trace small, slow circles, barely grazing, and their hips buck against my hands, helpless, following me.
It is Gina who breaks first - the steadier twin. She bites her lip, a small noise escaping her, and blurts: "Could you... become our daddy?"
A delighted laugh escapes me. Perfect.
"Possibly," I say, and work my middle finger into a slow, shallow stroke around her wet cunt while the other hand keeps teasing Dana. "First, let me tell you what that would mean. Then you decide."
Both of them stare at me, breathless, their wet cunts leaking onto the couch.
"A daughter is completely her father's," I say. "Not for a while forever. She's always at his side, close to him, and she gives him everything: her trust, her respect, and her body too, because that's what love is at its truest. If I became your daddy, I would be the only lover you'd ever know. Only me. Every way, mind and body both." I look from one to the other. "Is that what you want?"
The room is quiet except for their ragged breathing.
They don't answer. Doubt. Anxiety. What I'm asking of them is a lot, and I can feel their hesitation.
I smile, softly. "It's all right, girls. Take a minute to think about it. I will help you concentrate."
I bend between Gina's thighs, lower my head, and set my mouth to her slick cunt.
A yelp of astonishment. A long, low moan. My tongue presses flat against her clit and circles, slow and wet, up and down, no hurry, parting her labia lips, licking deep. Her hands fly down to my hair, clutching, hips rolling, words falling apart into a flood of crazed moans, her body trembling uncontrollably from the new, extreme sensation.
And my free hand slides along Dana's inner thigh, fingers finding her wet cunt and stroking slow and shallow around the outer lips, never entering. They are virgins, both of them, and I have no intention of wasting that gift between my fingers. That is the main course. This is just a wet reminder, a taste of what is coming.
Dana melts into the leather and spreads her knees a little wider.
After a long, good while, I pull my mouth from Gina and drop my head between Dana's legs. My tongue finds her, and my fingers, slick with her sister's wetness, slide and stroke between Gina's labia lips. I alternate - licking one while the other's clit pulses under my fingers until both of them lie back against the couch, eyes glazed, thighs shaking, about to cum together.
They are just a few licks away from coming explosively, I can tell.
So I stop.
I draw back and kneel, palms flat over both their twitching cunts at once, holding them still. A small, wordless noise of pain and need from Dana.
A full minute crawls by. They sigh, staring at the ceiling, slowly coming down from their arousal-induced high.
"Girls," I say, gently, "have you reached a decision?"
It takes a moment - they are still dazed, slowly coming down. Then understanding settles over their faces.
And it is Dana the shy one, the nervous one who reacts first. Her lips move, and a quiet, broken, perfect little word falls out in a whisper.
"Daddy. Please don't stop."
The word hits me, and I feel the heat of it roll through me. My eyes find Gina.
Her face is completely flushed. She drops her gaze to her own open thighs, my hand on her cunt, then raises it to look at me, and whispers, "I want you to be my daddy too."
[Dana - Trust: 75-90]
[Dana Affection: 30-55]
[Dana Love: 24-52]
[Dana - Loyalty: 65]
[Gina - Trust: 72.88]
[Gina - Affection: 2650]
[Gina Love: 17-48]
[Gina - Loyalty: 65]
There it is. Both of them, offered up, trembling and bare and mine if I want.
And suddenly I have a conundrum on my hands, and it is a doozy.
Two daughters, two dripping cunts, one tongue. I could take them one at a time slow, thorough, watching each shatter in turn, savoring every gasp. Or I could use my fingers, both at once, dragging them over the edge together, their orgasms cresting in perfect twin harmony.
One at a time. Both at once. Fingers.
I ponder it for exactly one second, looking from Dana's pleading eyes to Gina's flushed face, and then I smile. Bold, then. Family-style. We are going to make this a group effort.
"In this family," I say, quiet and warm, "we have no secrets. And we help each other."
I raise my voice. "Hope! Come in here."
A pause. A fumble behind the living-room door the sound of someone scrambling, caught with her hand somewhere it shouldn't be. The door swings open and Hope steps in, flustered, cheeks hot, eyes wide, one hand still fidgeting with the hem of her shorts. She is breathing hard, and I know exactly why she was out there. My little voyeur, listening at the crack, working her own cunt to the sound of her sisters' moans.
The twins see her and panic. Dana squeaks, her hands flying down to cover her pussy; Gina clamps her thighs shut, twin blushes flaring into full alarm. "It's okay, it's okay," I say, calm, giving their twats a gentle squeeze. "She is now your sister too. She has faced the very same dilemma before and daddy helped her through it. She is here to help you now, just like daddy helped her."
The panic drains out of them, replaced by uncertainty, then slow, blooming trust.
I turn to Hope. "It's not fair for you to be dressed, is it, princess?"
Hope doesn't need a second invitation. Her shorts come off in one tug, her shirt over her head, and she stands naked before them proud, unashamed, a daughter who knows exactly what she is and delights in it. The twins stare, drinking her in, this new sister of theirs who has walked the road they are about to walk.
"Now," I say to her, soft, "I want both of them to enjoy this as much as possible. But daddy's only got one tongue. So I'm going to need your help."