"You don't have to do it to me, just let me do it to you; I want to."
"Hmm!"
"But I would like it, if you did."
"Hmm?! I don't know."
"Just let me."
Britta began to turn around next to him. After what Maren had done, and what they had told him, he understood that they had a lot more experience this way than he had imagined, especially when Britta drew up her thigh, suggesting that he rest his head on it. Hers was already on his thigh, and he did. He was a little surprised, when both girls' hands urged him to roll his hips towards her, and more surprised, when Maren's hand slipped between his thighs and found his balls again. Was that what they had done with Johan?! Obviously! And her raised thigh was presenting her young pussy to his view! Already open, but no wrinkled inner lips like his wife's, when he first saw it after both girls were born. Why hadn't they done this before? They had, but only in the dark.
"Oooh!" Her lips were already around his cock! She wanted him to do it, too. He grasped her hips and drew then closer and licked between her open, moist pussy lips. "Unnn!" Her hips rocked up. She liked that, and he did! She tasted a little sweaty at first, but then so good! "Uhnnnn!" This was going to be so good! And what she was doing was too! She - both of them - assumed that he could come again, like their teenaged cousin must have? What was it going to be like to do it "all the way"?
He found out, with delight, when her hips twitched and her pussy flooded his face, her body convulsing, as he came in her mouth. It really was the nicest thing two people could do for each other! And if she was his daughter, who cared? They both wanted it, and she liked it as much as her sister had, letting him feel that she was savoring his semen, and he had come again as good as before - in Maren's mouth! And he had made her come "all the way" so good, her pussy juice tasting better than just an aroused pussy! What was his other daughter doing, having to watch them? She wasn't holding his balls.
She had both hands between her legs, fingers deep in her pussy and others rubbing her clitoris, and had come with them, her groans lost in the sound of her sister's and father's aroused groans.
His cock slipped out, and he rocked back, again able to see his daughter's still open pussy, all moist and shiny, so lovely! What did the other one's look like? Just as lovely? Of course, and he wanted to see it, not just see it! To hell with worrying about their being his daughters! They wanted him to, and he wanted to! Anything they wanted! That too? If they wanted to? ... He wasn't sure.
"You've got to do it me that good," he heard Maren murmur. He nodded on Britta's thigh, and she nodded on his thigh, murmuring:
"Yes, you do, ... that good, ... for her, too."
He nodded again, just wondering when and where, not here like this - a third time for him - but she didn't have to do it to him again; she had already.
Maren answered his questions - that one at least. Her wet hand slid over his side, and she murmured:
"You can sleep with us, ... or we can sleep with you."
He just nodded, accepting that he was going to do anything they wanted. Doing it again with them wasn't going make it more reprehensible; it was what they wanted, and they had started it. He hadn't taken advantage of them. "Hmm?" rather the other way round - and it was so good! And they were only doing something they had already done, not experimenting with him.
He nodded again and murmured:
"If you want."
The head on his thigh nodded, and Maren's hand rubbed his breast. He rolled back and asked:
"Where are my shorts?"
One of the girls found them and with a grin put them over his shoes for him. Then the girls found their bikinis. They forgot to put on their tops until he had shouldered the rucksack. With grins, they fastened them around their waists, and they started back down to the cabins. As they descended, seeing their breasts move as they turned to find footing, he hummed softly to himself, looking forward to licking and sucking them.
Back at the cabin, as he dropped the rucksack, the girls immediately took off their bikinis, nodding with smiles as they watched him drop his shorts. When he suggested that they needed to wash, the girls agreed, then with grins offered to wash him. He nodded with a chuckle, remarking: "and then you two."
One brought one of the buckets of lake water from the cabin, while the other one found the soap. Snickering, they splashed water on him and then soaped their hands and began to wash him, starting gently with his face. With more water and soap, they each washed an arm and tickled his armpit, and then began to wash his chest and back. He anticipated that they both would want to wash his cock and balls, and they did - without his becoming aroused - but he was surprised when freshly soaped fingers slid into his crevice and unhesitatingly began to rub his asshole.
"Oooh! I didn't expect you to be that thorough."
"Hm-hmm! But it feels good, doesn't it."
"Hmm? I guess you know that it does."
"Um-hmm, and feels better when we're aroused."
"Hmm?! What you two know. Was that in the story?"
"Was that in the story, or did Johan learn about that in Kristiansand with his girlfriend," she asked her sister.
"I can't remember, certainly last summer."
"Hmm! Legs."
The girls dropped down on their knees, and each washed a leg. They splashed more water to rinse him, and then one stood proudly with her breasts thrust out and said: "And now me."
Her father and sister washed her the same way, she nodding with a grin as she let him wash both her sister's breasts, and then again to encourage him to wash her pussy and asshole. He did, tempted to let a finger do more than just wash her pussy, while his fingers rubbed her asshole. She responded cheerfully:
"Oooh! You do that good!"
"Hmm! Not quite like washing you as a baby."
"I hope not. Legs."
Then his other daughter was washed, just as thoroughly. When his finger rubbed between her pussy lips and over her opening, she spread her knees with a snicker and said: "If you want to."
"Hmm! Not now."
"But later."
"If you want me to."
"We do," both girls replied, the other one's having seen where his finger had been rubbing.
He snorted with a grin, enjoying that they all were now so open about their acceptance that they were going to do whatever they wanted with each other. And if the girls didn't want just his tongue or finger to rub them there? What difference did it make? As long as they suggested it.
He was washing his daughter's nice firm thigh and calf, as these thoughts went through his head. When he rose up, he tossed the rest of the water from the bucket at both girls and suggested that they go swimming and fetch more water.
