Another story from the dim and distant past, this one has also been copied from the original hard copy without being rewritten. Please check out my more recent stories under the name Robert_Anthony
All characters are over 18.
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Anna and Zoe were twins. Their father (Tom) had insisted that their names be at opposite ends of the alphabet as he could not stand the ridiculous idea that most parents have that twins should be named, clothed and treated similarly. Unfortunately Tom's ex wife was 'one of those people' and eventually differences of opinion over that and much more serious matters drove them apart. Since then Tom had lived alone in his flat on the other side of town, but he frequently had visits from his two daughters who had grown up into pretty young women.
Today was Saturday and it was Tom's turn to have the girls. He loved their visits, although lately he had started to catch himself looking at his daughters just a bit too longingly and had to mentally chastise himself for the thoughts he was having. Over the last couple of weeks the thoughts had been getting worse and worse and he had started to compensate by trying to distance himself from the girls, hoping the thoughts would recede before any harm was done.
In truth, Tom was finding it hard to maintain a civil attitude towards the girls and he wondered if maybe he should have a week off from seeing them - just to get his head back into shape. His discomfort seemed to be manifesting itself as anger towards the two teenagers, as he seemed to be trying to somehow blame them for his lust.
To make matters worse, the girls had always been very relaxed around Tom and thought nothing of curling up next to him on the sofa wearing nothing more than a dressing gown or a T-shirt and shorts. In the past this hadn't been such a problem, but the way he was feeling at the moment Tom feared it might be enough to tip him over the edge.
In a bid to get himself through the weekend unscathed, Tom had enlisted the company of his best friend Greg. The thinking was that if Greg was there to keep Tom's mind occupied while the girls were there (particularly in the evening) then hopefully everything would go well and the girls would return safe to their mother's on Sunday.
Unfortunately, Greg was a bit of a shit where young girls were concerned and though he didn't know why he had been invited over, clearly Tom could not have picked a worse chaperone.
"Hello girls," said Greg as he walked into the flat. "You've grown some haven't you?"
The two girls nodded, they hadn't seen Greg for a few years, but they remembered him.
"Blimey... the last time I saw you two was... in the swimming pool."
Tom's mind drifted back a few years to the occasion to which Greg was referring. He remembered the girls splashing around in their swimsuits in the small pool that still remained at the old family home. To his utter shame he felt his cock harden as he pictured the girls, wet and almost naked and wondered how it was that he had come to be such a pervert so quickly. He didn't remember being aroused at the time, but now he had enough 'wood' to make a small bookcase.
"Umm, you want a drink Greg?"
"Oh yeah mate, lager if you got some."
"Sure."
Tom fetched a couple of lagers from the fridge and passed one to Greg while cracking his own tin open.
"So what's on the agenda today?" Asked Greg to the two girls.
"Well, we have to go and play hockey soon, for the school."
"They're both in the school team," said Tom with obvious pride.
"I bet all the boys are after you then aren't they? Couple of foxy girls like you?"
Tom shifted uneasily as he listened, but the girls just sniggered and went back to watching the TV... seemingly a little embarrassed by Greg's remark.
Greg and Tom adjourned to the garden for the afternoon and were soon playing cards on the patio and supping more lagers. They looked up when the girls popped their heads around the door to say goodbye and Tom again had to fight to keep his cock down as the girls appeared in their hockey kit to kiss him before they left. Most girls their age had stopped kissing their father's by now, but these two didn't seem to find it embarrassing like their peers, which was something of a mixed blessing for Tom.
"What the fuck is wrong with me," thought Tom as he smiled and wished them luck.
"Aren't you taking them to the game?" Asked Greg a few moments later.
"No, well the school they're playing at is only at the bottom of the road."
"But don't they want you to come and watch them play?"
Tom thought for a moment before responding.
"Well, you know how teenagers are, they're a bit embarrassed about that sort of thing."
Greg accepted his response but he didn't think it quite rang true somehow. Anna and Zoe were the most un-teenager like girls he'd ever seen and as far as he could tell, far from being embarrassed of Tom, they loved him to bits.
Greg thought no more of it and they continued their game for a while, occasionally punctuated by Greg's unfortunate and ill-judged remarks about how attractive the girls looked in their hockey gear.
Eventually Tom cracked.
"Greg... I don't know how to say this."
"What mate?"
