He blushed slightly at having used the word "daughters" with reference to having sex with them, relieved that one of them replied softly:
"And we couldn't, with you."
"We don't need to," the other added.
"Hmm! Um-hmm, but too late; ... we already agreed that it was nice to be open about what we do."
"Um-hmm," the girls - his daughters - agreed, just smiling slightly in agreement, without smirks about what they did together.
They finished the last of their bread, cheese and sausage, and passed the bottle of water around. "Nap?" someone said, and the others nodded, lying down together in the now warmer midday sun, as they had earlier in the day, and were silent.
After a minute or two, Britta snorted softly and murmured:
"Since we can talk about, I want to suck your cock, ... like yesterday on the sofa."
She didn't wait for his response, curling up with her head on his stomach, and reaching down and fondling his cock, as she murmured:
"But better than that."
"If you want to. ... Hm-hmm! Since Maren can't sketch, you can do whatever you like."
"Then I can too," Maren quickly responded, then snorting and adding:
"Just not that; I want to lick your pussy."
Britta raised her thigh invitingly, as she drew his cock closer to her mouth. Maren crawled over him, giving his balls a fondle on the way. Before she could get comfortable with her head on her sister's thigh, he murmured:
"You don't have to be left out, if you can lick her pussy the other way, so I can have my fingers in yours."
The girls chuckled and nodded, and Maren quickly scrambled further, giving him a grin, before her head dropped down on her sister's thigh, and her face disappeared. Maren raised her thigh, and his fingers found her pussy.
Like in the morning, his cock extended towards Britta's mouth, stiffening in her hand, and she moved her head down to slip her lips around it. His moan was echoed by theirs, as Maren kissed her sister's pussy, and his fingers explored in hers.
He moaned again, less from arousal than from the thought that it was just so delightful that they could now so openly say what they wanted to do, and that they were so agreed about how: Britta wanting to suck his cock; Maren, to lick her pussy; and his suggesting to have his fingers in her pussy. Oh, he would rather have his tongue or cock in it, but it was so nice and relaxed this way ... and his cock was already in her sister's so experienced "cock-sucking" mouth, who preferred to have her mouth full of his semen before she swallowed. But he didn't want that to happen for a long time!
It felt so good; he was humming gently: "um-hmm, ... um-hmm, ..." He raised his thigh, and Britta slid her hand under it and fondled his loose sack. He reached down past her head, hearing her snort, as he had expected. One of his fingertips found the top of his sack and twitched the skin up in time with her sucking, She chuckled in her throat, and changed her tempo for a moment, chuckling again when his finger moved with her new tempo. He murmured:
"I like to feel them move."
"Uhn-hnn," she responded, and held her fingers just under his balls, so that his moving them raised them off her fingers and then let them touch her fingers again. They both snorted, as they continued with this new technique, her fingers jostling his balls, when they descended.
Maren had rocked her hips to remind him to move the fingers of his other hand, and for a while, they all enjoyed maintaining a level of arousal just below the threshold of wanting more. He imagined what Maren's tongue was doing in Britta's pussy, knowing what his would like to be doing there.
His cock throbbed, and his sack drew up. "Not yet," he murmured, and Britta stopped sucking and licking, and her fingers loosened his sack again, appreciated by him with a stronger "um-hmm." And then she resumed sucking and gently caressing his cock, while his fingers moved - now deep in Maren's slippery pussy. He recalled how it tasted, and withdrew his fingers and quickly put them in his mouth. Yes, like that, he thought with grin, and put them back in her pussy, hearing her approving "Uhn-hnn!"
As he resumed his gentle "um-hmm, ... uhm-hmm, ..." he thought to himself: this is absolutely sinful, to be enjoying having his cock sucked and licked, while his fingers were arousing another girl's warm, slippery, tight pussy! Not because the girls were his daughters, because no man should know such pleasure!
Britta loosened his sack again, and he responded with another "um-hmm." That happened a couple of more times; he appreciating her understanding willingness to postpone their anticipation of their feeling and her tasting his orgasm. Finally, he couldn't stand prolonging it. When his balls drew up again, he moaned and murmured: "Make me come."
She nodded and did, both demonstrating that she could swallow his first spurts in her throat without biting his cock, and then that she wanted to have her mouth full of his weaker spurts, as he groaned and his hips continued to rock, thrusting his cock in her mouth, as he groaned with each thrust.
Maren's hips had twitched in empathy, her pussy tightening on his fingers, but she wasn't coming yet. He took a deep breath, and murmured:
"Fuck each other!"
"We can't," Maren replied, muffled by where her mouth was, as Britta's tongue licked over his little slit for a last drop of his semen. She nodded, snorting with his cock still in her mouth, but then let it slip out and murmured:
"Jus' tra."
It sounded as though she hadn't swallowed yet. She hadn't.
The girls snorted. With a last fondle of his balls, Britta sat up and turned to let Maren rest her head on her other thigh, and dropped down between her father and sister. With a final wiggle of his fingers in Maren pussy, his fingers slipped out of it, and he rolled back, as Maren drew her thigh up, and Britta's head rested on it. With practiced experience, their hands drew each other's hips closer, and their mouths found the other's already aroused pussy.
He watched them, one of his hands fondling his soft cock, as it occurred to him, that they - his daughters - had been doing that together at home at least for two years. Before they did with Johan? Sure, he had sort of assumed that they slept with their boyfriends, not really thought about it. Nice that they could be open with their mother about getting the pill. Did they already have it, when they slept with Johan? He snorted, recalling that Maren had said that she had done it the first time with him, so probably not, she, at least. He wasn't going to ask.
How could he and their mother have been sleeping in the other cabin without any thoughts that the three of them could be doing anything, even inviting Johan to join them again, letting the three of them stay at the cabins alone? Where had been his recollections of what it was like to be that age with that opportunity?! No, not with that opportunity, hadn't been, just with his fantasies about possibilities of having uninhibited sex. And they certainly had included what his daughters were doing. He snorted again, watching them, as he remembered that they had seduced Johan - and him! Both willing subjects!
He snorted and glanced over at his pussy-licking daughters, as his fingers fondle his now fuller cock. They didn't just fondle it, enjoying making it stiffer. Britta's pussy was so near, but he - she - had fucked each other before, a little unfair for Maren, but he could try to make up for that. He rolled over toward the girls and moved closer, suddenly wonder if his cock could really do it again after what they had done in the morning and then for so long with his cock in Britta's mouth.
But his cock was stiff enough to let him guide it close to Britta's pussy, and Maren just snorted and licked it, If she hadn't expected it to be there, she hadn't minded that it was - not the way she was licking it! Sweet daughter! That she wanted to help him and her sister!
Her tongue helped his cock find and slip into her sister's pussy, who moaned with a deep chuckle in response to the combined effort; she had done it herself, in bed, when she had been licking Maren's pussy. The girl's grasped each other's hips tighter, and he thrust his cock deeper, reaching over and finding Maren's asshole, pleased that Britta's hand hadn't yet.
He knew that he really didn't need to come again - might not be able to - but his cock was in a pussy, one that was holding it, wanting it there as a complement to its being licked, the right thing for it to contract on in response to what the tongue was doing on her clitoris. And Maren's asshole was wanting to have something to contract on. "Uhnn!" she moaned, as his finger probed.
The girls wanted their orgasms, having also been aroused so long just on the threshold, and knew how to get them, and also his. Maren's fingers found his asshole. With one in it, making his cock surge in Britta's clutching pussy, when Maren's clutched his finger, with wet sounds from their tongues, the girls came. Britta's pussy wet his balls, as his cock thrust and surged in the clasp of her pussy, spurting - to his relief - as they all groaned.
They lay still, catching their breath with moans. Fingers slipped out, and then his cock did. Britta snorted and murmured:
"Hope you did too, again."
"Um-hmm, but a little unfair to Maren,"
"Um-hmm, very! ... Hmm! This morning, and all that sucking, and then again."
"Um-hmm! ... Hmm?! Don't know if I can make up for that."
"Just try. ... No, you don't have to. ... I know you will."
"Hmm! I want to. ... But not right now."
They all snickered and then sat up, smiling a little wryly at each other. Then one of the girls noticed that the sun had moved around. In the morning, they had laid their towels down to face it, but now it was shining from much further in the west. She snorted and remarked:
"We never did anything for that long."
