Thanks, Dad!

Chapter Two:

A solid week of Sophie and Ella in tight tops without bras and in tiny shorts clinging to their bodies set my mind on fire. Bikinis were akin to torture. Their giggling and bitten lips, gentle touches and blushing glances at one another sent bursts of need through my groin.

Catching them sneaking off with each other allowed my mind to wander back to the night I watched them. The way they moved against each other was exploratory. They were getting comfortable with one another. It left me to wonder if either of them were into guys at all.

To watch them with each other, the love was evident, the interest and curiosity almost an electric arc from skin to skin. Then I would catch one of them glancing at me before she blushed and looked away.

Did they know what they were doing to me? Was this a play for them? See how far they can tempt Dad before he loses control of himself?

So many times over that week, they would kiss me on the cheek and I’d fight the urge to turn at the last second and trap one of them in a real kiss. What would the other do if she saw it? Hit me? Watch? Pull me away and turn me to herself instead? Wishful thinking of a perverted old man. They would hit me, and rightfully so.

They got a little braver toward the end of the week. I pretended to fall asleep watching a movie with them after dinner. I lay back in my recliner, my arm over my eyes as I watched the girls staring at me, trying to tell if I was awake or not. After a few snores, they seemed convinced and Sophie spread her legs as I watched Ella kneel. She pulled Sophie’s shorts aside and, again, the wet lapping and sucking of my daughter’s vulva invaded my ears.

I groaned and tried my best to morph it into a snore, but both girls looked at me for a moment. My dick ached and I wanted nothing more than to go stand closer and watch the way Ella’s tongue darted and twirled around my daughter’s body. Sophie’s eyes were on me as she stifled a moan with the back of her hand and grabbed Ella’s hair with the other.

Her back arched and her hips lifted from the couch. Ella giggled as she sucked on Sophie’s labia, then she looked over at me, her lips glistening with Sophie’s fluids as Sophie whispered, “Ella, remember when you dared me to kiss Tristan while he was asleep and we were fooling around?”

“I dare you to kiss Daddy without waking him up,” Sophie said as Ella sat up and turned her gaze to me.

Sophie’s head tilted as she looked at Ella, who was now looking at me. Her brow furrowed, “That’s different…”

My daughter wagged her finger, “Yeah, he’s not your dad but Tristan is my brother. This is way less of an issue if you get caught.”

Ella started to wipe her mouth and Sophie grabbed her hand, “No, you didn’t let me wipe my mouth off either.”

Ella pouted but came over to stand beside me. I shifted in my “sleep” and closed my mouth. El looked back at Sophie, who was smiling as she tilted her head to the side and ushered Ella forward with a mouthed, “go on.”

Ella leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. Sophie’s scent filled my nose and my heart began to race. It took all I had to not grab Ella and hold her in that kiss. It only lasted a couple of seconds before she pulled away, but it was long enough for Sophie’s flavor to pass over to me. Sophie shook her head and stuck her tongue out.

Ella sighed and used her thumb to open my mouth. Had Sophie done this to Tristan? What the fuck? Wait, was Tristan faking sleep to watch them together too? Does he know his sister kissed him?

Ella’s tongue slipped into my mouth and across my own. I moved, causing her to freeze up and pull away.

I couldn’t tell you why, but I let her pull back and I proceeded to pretend to wake up while I said my dead wife’s name. When I opened my eyes and looked at the girls, neither one could look me in the eye. Ella seemed to be on the verge of tears.

“Did I fall asleep?” I asked as I licked my lips and wiped my mouth, “God, I must’ve been drooling.”

“Yeah,” Sophie said, a bright blush on her cheeks as she looked away from me.

“Sorry, I was just going to wake you up to tell you to go to bed,” Ella offered. Her own gaze couldn’t meet mine and her cheeks might’ve been redder than Soph’s.

I nodded and sucked more of my daughter’s flavor from my lower lip before continuing, “Yeah, I had a long day today. Do you two need anything before I go?”

They both shook their heads and I moved over to Ella and cupped her jaw in my hand, lifting her face so I could kiss her forehead. Then I moved over to Sophie and did the same thing. She sighed as my lips pulled away from her, “Goodnight, girls, don’t stay up too late.”

My mind flipped back and forth on what I would do if I did catch them. Ask if I could watch? Ask if I could join? Watch quietly from the shadows again? I didn’t know.

I resorted to long showers and equally long fantasies that went further and further away from societal acceptance. I even began reading up on polyamory right alongside the risks of mental health decline involving incestuous relationships. Trying to talk myself out of a fantasy that was unlikely to ever happen because my girls didn’t seem into guys all that much outside of dares, and that should be especially true about their dad.

While I gathered their laundry to wash, my hands fell on a pair of panties with a damp crotch. I wasn’t into panties. I didn’t find it gross; it had simply never been a draw for me before. Curiosity got the best of me, though. I didn’t know who’s panties they were that first time, and I didn’t rightly care.

What I knew was the scent that lingered inside the small cotton thong was mild and sweet. It was a scent that made my dick rise. A scent that brought images of both girls to mind while I proceeded to use that soft cotton panty to relieve myself of more resistance to the idea of pleasing the bodies of my daughters.

I got pretty good at distinguishing their panties after that. Not based on size. Being realistic, they both wore a small as Sophie liked to wear snug panties and Ella preferred hers on the looser side, which made the difference in their hips and waists negligible.

Ella’s scent was musky and sweet, she preferred silky bikini bottoms — unless she was going for a run — and they were almost always damp with her fluids, as though she’d orgasmed shortly before I retrieved the laundry to wash.

Sophie’s panties were never as saturated as Ella’s, but sometimes held a layer of viscous fluid in the crotch if I got them quick enough. She had a tendency toward soft cotton thongs. Her scent was milder, sweeter than Ella’s. That led me to believe her panties were the first ones I’d enjoyed from their laundry.

There was something special about Ella’s silky panties rubbing against my balls while Sophie’s wrapped around my cock. I could picture both girls with me. Sophie on my lap with her back to me, my hands grasping her breasts and kissing her neck as Ella sucked on my balls before lifting herself to Sophie’s beautiful swollen clit. Ella’s tongue and lips making Sophie’s hips rock over my cock. I might even have to grab her hip to hold her still for a moment.

Sophie’s moans would carry up to me as she put her hands in Ella’s hair and pulled her girlfriend tighter to both of us. Would Sophie turn to me for a kiss as she got closer to orgasm? What would I do if my daughter turned to me and said, “Harder, Daddy,” in her soft, needy voice?

I imagine I’d fuck her harder and cum deeper inside. That thought carried me over into the fantasy of both girls finding out they’re pregnant. Their stomachs swelling gently over months as their bodies adjusted to impending motherhood. Ella’s small breasts becoming swollen and stretched as her milk glands prepared for a baby. Sophie’s already large breasts becoming even heavier and firmer when her milk drops would be a beautiful thing to witness, especially if I caused it.

Both girls would make beautiful mothers.

A soft moan brought me back from my fantasy and into my bedroom, where I sat stroking my cock and balls with two pairs of panties fresh from the girls’ dirty laundry. This time, both pieces of small fabric were on top of the basket, both saturated in fluids. Sophie’s panties still held a slick sheen of fresh fluids and I took a forbidden taste of my daughter’s privates before using the rest to slick my dick beneath the fabric.

Stroking myself with their panties lifted their scent to me. Their panties catered to another fantasy and brought a smile to my lips as I bit back on the urge to moan my daughter’s name.

My eyes closed as I imagined the weight of Sophie’s body rocking against my hips. Ella’s dainty hand lying on Sophie’s inner thigh, and the heel of her palm pressed into my thigh. Her fingers stroking the base of my cock as my daughter tipped her head back against my shoulder and moaned.

“Oh… Daddy.”

Groping her breast as I bit and sucked on the side of her neck, I’d whisper, “That’s it, baby. Cum for Daddy.”

My hand would trail between her legs and I’d push Ella away so I could lightly caress Sophie’s clit as she squirmed. Her hips would grind against me as Ella watched. Sophie’s pussy spread by her own father’s cock. My balls tightening and lifting as her body tensed and clenched on my dick, causing me to groan and press my forehead to the back of her head as her hand rubbed my neck and her back arched.

Her breasts rising and falling as I let her collapse back against my chest and shoulder once her body released the built-up tension in her muscles. Then I’d watch over her shoulder as Ella moved closer and positioned herself beneath Sophie’s body before she pulled my dick from my daughter and unleashed a flow of my cum straight into her waiting mouth. Ella would make Sophie squirm and my hands on her breasts would make her draw in a deep breath as I kissed her neck and whispered, “Your girlfriend has such an eager mouth, Sophie.”

My words would prompt Ella to lean down and take my dick in her mouth to suck clean the mixture of a father and daughter’s sin. I couldn’t just leave Sophie to watch, though. My fingers would have to slide down her stomach, pussy spread by my index and ring fingers as my middle finger gently slid around her clit.

I really did imagine Ella to be eager with her mouth, sucking and bobbing on my dick for however long it took for her to get it hard again. After all, the girls shared everything and Ella needed Daddy, too.

Ella’s dainty tongue would lift against the underside of my cock as Sophie turned to me, her lips on mine in a tender kiss. Her legs spread wide so I could graze my finger across the still swollen button hidden behind her naturally plump labia to ensure my girl stayed hot and bothered. My other hand would grope her breasts to keep her nipples firm for Ella to suck on.

A tiny lick across my finger from Ella’s tongue as I played with Sophie’s clit would make me smile and press my finger more firmly to my daughter’s body, making her gasp and her body tighten. When I finally allowed Sophie’s lips to be free of mine, I’d pull Ella onto my lap with her sister. Their legs would intertwine so their clits rubbed against one another. I’d lay back to give the girls some room and it would be Ella’s turn on my cock.

I imagine her being tighter, if only because she’s got a smaller stature in general. Their breasts would press to each other and Ella’s lifting and rocking on my dick would stimulate Sophie’s clit right along with hers. Though I’d wager both girls would snake their fingers between their bodies to rub each other’s clit as well. As each girl moved to kiss, their gasps filled the air and their musky scents invaded my nostrils.

I’d watch them.

Watch Ella’s body adapt to a dick in her cunt and my daughter’s privates rubbing against her own. Ella would drop her lips to Sophie’s big tits and pull her nipple and breast into her mouth, sucking and licking my daughter until her nipples were stiff peaks for Ella’s hands to rub. Sophie’s hands would be playing with Ella’s smaller tits, cupping them, tweaking her nipples and grinding her hips toward her friend, angling my cock into Ella as she pushed the smaller girl back a little with her movements.

A knock on my bedroom door pulled me from the fantasy right as my hand grabbed Ella’s hip and held her on my dick, filling her like I had her sister, “Cumming!” I shouted, flustered as my dick spurted into the pink silk and red cotton panties laying over my tip.

I wiped myself with the panties and shoved them under my pillow, fastened my jeans and headed to the door. Sweat glistened on my forehead and I was breathing hard as I opened it to find Ella standing there, smiling and twisting her hips back and forth. She had a devilishly coy smirk on her lips.

My immediate thought was to grab her and pull her into my room to live out part of the fantasy she’d interrupted, but I didn’t.

“What is it, baby?” I asked, trying to calm my rapid heartbeat and ease the shallow breaths I was pulling in.

“You have a date tonight, don’t you?”

“No?”

“A woman left a message on the answering machine. She said ‘Can’t wait to see you tonight! We had so much fun last time, Johnny. Things can only get better, right?’ then giggled.”

I crinkled my nose, “Did she say who she was?”

“Annabeth.”

I groaned.

“It’s a work thing,” I said, more defensively than I meant to. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

She tipped her head and arched her eyebrow, “I’m not worried? I’m happy for you, Dad. I thought Sophie and I could help you pick out an outfit since you haven’t gone on a date since Mom died. You will choose something stuffy and scare her off.” A matter-of-fact tone to her voice.

I had little desire to bring a new woman around, but I had gone on dates. They simply didn’t know about it because nothing ever came from any of the dates. I scowled at Ella, “I’ve dated since Mom died. I haven’t connected with anyone and don’t feel the need to tell my kids about my sex life.”

“Or lack thereof,” she said with a smile that made my face flush at the thoughts it invoked.

I leaned against the door jamb, “And what about you, Ella? I haven’t seen you with anyone coming around. Should I get involved in your love life to ensure it exists? Or maybe Sophie’s? I haven’t seen either of you go out with someone since you graduated. Should I worry about my girls?”

She blushed and her eyes got big. My own cheeks flushed, causing me to look away from her.

I caught her about to turn away out of the corner of my eye and sighed, “Ella, wait. You think I need help from you and Sophie to land a date? Am I that pathetic?”

“Not pathetic. Sad. I miss her too, but she wouldn’t want you to look so sad all the time, Dad. Sophie and I worry about you when we’re all away at college and you’re here alone at home all day. You barely even have to go to the office anymore.”

“Go get Sophie, maybe help from you girls is what I need,” I must’ve sounded defeated, but she smiled and bit her lip before turning around. I watched her hips sway as she walked back to her room and went inside.

Their help was definitely what I needed. Just not in any legal, or moral to the average person, way. Even without her being my biological daughter, I was well over twice Ella’s age. People would have my head for that alone. The fact I’ve provided for her the past five years on top of it?

They’d say I held having a safe place to stay over her head. She could shut me down cold and nothing would change with her living arrangements or finances unless she wanted them to change. I wouldn’t be that guy, no matter how desperate I was to fuck her.

I couldn’t win even if the girls were madly in love with me. I’d become a pariah. With my ability to provide for them hampered by busybodies. Worse, though? The reality was they’d hate me for even trying to get them to consider it. They would see me as a perverted old man taking advantage of their love for me. And they’d be right.

As their father, I had a responsibility to protect them. To love them and care for them, even if I got nothing back in return, was my job. That’s what it meant to be their father. Being their father is what I signed on for when Rose got pregnant and when Ella turned up crying at our door in the middle of the night. I was their dad, their protector, their…

Fuck.

Both girls ran into my room and jumped onto my bed, sitting with their backs against the headboard as they looked at me. Sophie rolled her eyes as I stood there, “Go show us what you were planning to wear, Dad.”

I shook off the thoughts plaguing my mind, “Don’t roll your eyes at me, little girl,” I scolded as I went over to my closet. I pulled out a shirt and pants, whatever was within reach and came back out to show them on the hangers. Each girl scowled at me.

“Holding them up doesn’t show us what they look like on you. You want to look your best, right? Well, it has to fit right and we won’t know how it fits unless it’s on you. So go change,” Ella commanded as she pointed to the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes and Sophie chirped up as I walked away, “I saw that. If we aren’t allowed to roll our eyes at you, you can’t do it to us either.”

I glanced back and couldn’t help but smile as I looked at her, “Brat.”

“You raised me, your fault,” she quipped back as she crossed her arms over her chest and raised a defiant eyebrow at me. That part of her was all Rose.

While I had dated since Rose’s death, they rarely went beyond one or two dates following introductions between mutual friends. There was no deeper connection with those women, and therefore no sex. Some even tried to get a rise out of me and it simply fell flat.

Seeing Ella in the bathroom. Watching her and my daughter together. They held the passion I was missing. A spark that had died with Rose ignited again. Part of me wanted to go back out into my room and climb on my bed with the girls to see what they would do if I kissed them.

I’m not pathetic.

I didn’t know what I wanted for the past few years. I knew now and I couldn’t have it by society’s standards or my own. However, my own standards were waning much faster than I anticipated. I put on the outfit and went back into the room.

Both girls looked me over. “Turn around,” Sophie said.

I sighed but turned and Ella’s voice filtered over to me, “Slower,” she demanded.

My turning slowed so they could see the outfit on me fully. I barely saw them stand before they both disappeared into my closet. I moved to look around the door but Sophie wagged her finger at me and shut the door behind them. I went and sat on the edge of my bed, and stared at the floor, trying to will my dick to stay down while the girls were in the room with me.

When they came back out, each had a tie draped over their wrists and a few other accessories in their hands. Sophie grabbed my hand and held my arm toward her. She attached cuff links through the buttonholes on my shirt sleeve and Ella slipped a watch on my wrist.

A pair of shoes landed at my feet and I watched as Ella’s hand reached around my neck, lifting my collar so she could wrap the ties she and Sophie brought out around me. She looked them both over and ditched the one she grabbed for Sophie’s turquoise paisley print the girls had bought me for father’s day.

Ella tied the tie for me and Sophie knelt to put my shoes on me, tying them before she ran to the bathroom and came back with my comb. I grabbed her hand when she went to comb my hair and said, “Hey, I didn’t ask for a makeover.”

She smiled, “We know, but you’re getting one anyway because you look older than you are. Trust me, Daddy. We know what girls like. El, go get my hair gel.”

With the knot in the tie tightened, Ella left the room and Sophie laid my collar back down. Her hands smoothing the fabric as she smiled at me, “Dad? Can I ask you something?”