Dad Trains the Lesbian Twins
"Thank you for coming," said Alex Lancer, the father who had hired us. He had a relieved look on his face. A tall man with black hair, a bald spot growing. He thrust out his hand. "I know you don't normally make house calls, so I am relieved that you could come and help me out."
"Well, I'm always eager to help a single father out," I said, taking his hand and giving him a firm shake. "And this sounds like an interesting challenge."
"I just don't know what to do about them," Alex said as he stepped back to let us in the house. They are uninterested in doing anything with me. They just want to have sex with each other."
"It's natural for sisters to want to share their love for each other," said Sarah. My middle daughter had come with me, wearing a tight, white t-shirt that her nipples poked against. You could see the pink nubs bleeding through the material. She was lactating, and her nipples were leaking milk. It had only been a month since my daughters had given birth.
I had three new wonderful daughters. Janelle had given me Rose, who was just cute and adorable. Tonya had Lily, who was a wonderful bundle of cuteness, and Sarah gave birth to Daisy, who was an amazing bundle of adorableness. They were all cute and adorable. Three little angels that would grow up to love their father.
All thanks to the belt I wore.
"Especially twins," continued Sarah. She pushed up her glasses. She didn't have little breasts anymore, but nice, round mounds. They were still the smallest tits of my three daughters, but they were so plump to and fun to play with. "So there is nothing wrong with your daughters making love to each other."
"But that's all they want to do," Alex complained. "Ever since we saw your interview on the TODAY show, I realized just how we should be loving each other. I talked to my girls, and it backfired. They just started kissing each other. And then they ran off and closed the door. They locked me out. I could hear them having sex with each other."
"They finally realized it was okay to share their passion with each other," Sarah said. "But they should be allowing you to watch the beauty of their twincest and then taking care of your hardon once they were done. Not servicing you is not good. Don't worry, Mr. Lancer, my daddy and I will straighten them out. He's the best daddy in the world."
"Yeah, we'll have your girls worshiping your dick in no time," I added, but realizing this would be a challenge. Lesbians... We hadn't run into lesbian daughters yet. They were out there, of course, but just because a girl liked pussy, didn't mean that she shouldn't be worshiping her daddy's cock.
I had long since given up thinking that there was anything wrong with the belt buckle. Now it just felt right. Daddies should have sex with their daughters, and since I was the best daddy, I should have sex with lots of men's daughters. And their wives, who were daughters, too. Just older daughters.
But they still needed my big daddy dick, too, even if we were the same age.
"Well, I told them you would be coming, and they've locked themselves in their room." Alex looked up and sighed. "It sounded like they were having sex when I checked in on them a few minutes ago."
My dick lurched. "Then let's go."
"The door's locked," he said as he headed to the stairs. "There's no key on the outside."
I gave him a strange look. Did he not understand how bedroom door locks worked? This house looked to be only twenty or so years old. There was no way it didn't have the sort of safety features that you found on residential doors. The locks were for privacy, not for security. There should be an easy way to defeat them. How could he not know it?
We reached the second floor. There was a door with "Rita & Anita" hanging on it. A girlish sign that probably had been there since they were children. At nineteen and in college, I was surprised that they hadn't taken it down.
"Ooh, you can hear them, Daddy," Sarah said after pressing her ear to the door. "They're going at it. That's twincest in there." She grabbed the knob and twisted it. The door was locked, but there was that little hole in the door. I just needed the right tool to defeat it.
I glanced at my daughter's short, brown hair. It spilled down around her face to her shoulders. She had a bobby pin to hold back her bangs. I grabbed it and pulled it out. I bent it to have a straight shaft of metal and then slipped it into the lock. I felt around and then found the little peg. I pushed it and the lock clicked. I smiled and handed the bobby pin back to my daughter.
She stared at me in awe like I had just performed a secret magic trick or something.
"How did you do that?" the father asked as I grabbed the door knob.
I just grabbed the door knob and twisted it. I pushed it open onto a girl's room. It had two dressers and two desks, posters covering the walls, a shelf with books. They looked like YA stuff. The room was dominated by the one bed, a queen. They shared a bed. How long had they been having sex before their father embraced incest?
Those questions were hard to think of at the sight of the twins locked in a sixty-nine. They both had black hair. The girl on top had hers gathered in pigtails and it looked like the one on the bottom kept her hairs braided. Pigtail looked up, pussy cream smeared across her face. She gave me and my daughter a defiant look. Like she dared us to stop her.
Then she returned to her feast. The one on the bottom squealed in delight, gripping Pigtail's ass, fingers digging into that plump rump. They had round breasts and Braid had a trimmed, black bush. I couldn't see Pigtails.
"Girls," Alex said, "Mr. Daniels is here to instruct your girls how to love your daddy. Stop that. You can do that later."
"Fuck off, Dad," the one on the bottom said.
"Rita!" the father said in shock.
"We're in the middle of something, so get lost!" Anita, Pigtail, muttered. "And close the fucking door! We locked it for a reason. This is an invasion of our privacy!"
"Wow," Sarah said. She glanced up at me and pushed her glasses up her nose. They were dainty things and looked so cute. "This is going to be fun, Daddy."
I winked at her. My belt buckle had never let me down. I mean, I had been on the TODAY Show, Good Morning America, 20/20, and plenty of local news stations and radio programs to promote the Daddy/Daughter lifestyle. I could only directly help so many daddies in a day. There was a limit to how many girls I could fuck and wives I could enjoy.
And I still had my own daughters to love.
Sarah popped off her top, her round breasts spilling out. Her pink nipples beaded with her white milk. The creamy scent filled the air. She wiggled out of her shorts, her stomach flat and smooth. No stretch marks at all. Being nineteen had its advantages for recovering from childbirth. It was like she was at the ripe age for having babies.
And so were Anita and Rita.
Sarah's trimmed, brown bush dripped with her excitement. She didn't shave like her sisters. I liked that about Sarah. She was the odd one out. Janelle and Tonya were the outgoing, playful, and flirty ones. Extroverts just wanted to show the world what they could do. Sarah was the quiet one. She managed our business's books and the appointments. She did most of the hard work, but she didn't mind. She had never done a single interview. All of America had seen Janelle and Tonya riding my dick, but that wasn't something that interested Sarah.
I pulled off my t-shirt, watching the two nineteen-year-old twins licking cunt. They were moaning louder, defying their father. It was a youthful rebellion at its kinkiest. Janelle had gotten a nose ring. These girls had embraced lesbianism and devoured each others' cunts to show their daddy they weren't his little girls any longer.
God, it was hot to watch.
