Daughters And Fathers Ch 11

Late in the afternoon, Britta and Maren arrived. Through the window, he saw them both give a Lars a good kiss, and he drove off. They entered the house, chuckling and grinning, and each greeted him with a kiss on the mouth, still chuckling, then asking:

"Where's Mom?"

"She called and said that she wanted to stay another night."

"Oh, that's good; I wasn't too eager to answer her questions about how we spent the week."

"Hmm! I can imagine."

"Um-hmm," her sister agreed, then grinning and remarking:

"But we can tell you."

"As if I couldn't imagine how."

"Probably," and she snickered.

"Unpack first."

"And showers," the other one added.

As they went towards their room, the other one called back:

"You can join us."

"Thanks. Maybe I can load the washing machine first."

"Good idea. Hm-hmm! Not much; just as well that Mom isn't here to wonder why."

He smiled to himself, pleased that their week with Lars seemed not to have let them forget how they had enjoyed themselves with him. A few minutes later, Britta returned with her arms full of sheets and what looked like only the clothes they had worn when they arrived. When she handed him the laundry, she revealed that she was just wearing panties. With a slight smile, she then took them off and put them on top of the rest. She turned and walked away, his eyes following her, observing that her tan was even better.

He smirked to himself and hurried to the washing machine. As he was loading it, he thought that they should agree to tell that it had been two loads: sheets for three beds and a few more clothes. Then he snorted, remembering that his wife had a pretty good idea of how they had slept, then thinking that she probably would be tactful about questions. He hoped that he wasn't anticipating too much as he took three bottles of beer to their room.

"We're in here," one of them called superfluously from the bathroom, when the bottles clinked as he set them down. He heard that the shower was on and went in the bathroom, remarking:

"Both of you, of course."

The shower curtain was closed, and a voice replied: "Of course."

Then one of them drew the curtain back. They were both grinning, but then looked slightly embarrassed, their nipples popping out. One murmured:

"Funny."

"What?"

"A little surprising; naked, seeing you with all your clothes on."

"Hmm! What did you expect?"

"Just a little surprising."

Her sister nodded her agreement. He snorted with a grin and replied:

"I guess it should be, but I don't mind. ... Have a good time?"

The girls snickered with nods. Then Britta asked:

"Want us to start telling."

"Not while he has all his clothes on; isn't the kind of thing to tell anyone who is all dressed."

They all chuckled at Maren's remark, and he replied:

"I guess if I want to hear, I better take them off."

"Um-hmm, better sooner than later," Maren agreed, glancing at Britta for her agreement.

She nodded with a smirk, and they watched him get undressed. As he stripped off his underpants, he murmured:

"This also feels a little funny."

"Don't know why it should, not after all the time at the cabin," Maren replied.

"Still does, a little, like when I took them off that first day."

"Hm-hmm! That was good. We were really wondering if you would."

"Then or now?"

"Then. Sure would have been funny if you hadn't," Britta remarked.

"Um-hmm. Don't know what would have happened."

Maren snickered and said:

"Oh, we would have done something to make you take them off."

"Hmm! I can imagine. Now tell, and finish and stop splashing water on the floor."

The girls looked him up and down with grins and then washed their pussies and legs and feet, before they turned off the water. He handed them their towels, remarking:

"Now tell."

"You or me?" Maren asked her sister.

"You; you'll make a better story of it."

"Hmmmm? We had a good time, a very good time. Oh, Lars already knew that he would be sleeping with both of us, but I think that he was expecting that we would be in different beds. And he knew that we would be going naked."

"He didn't know; I didn't tell him, but maybe he got the idea, when you started talking about going naked."

"Okay, so maybe he didn't, but he didn't mind that.

"And he didn't know that you were going to get him all aroused the first chance you had."

"No, but it was fun surprising him, and he was going to find out sooner or later that we weren't just going to go hiking and swimming during the day."

"He sure found out quickly."

"And didn't mind in the least."

"Like I didn't, after I got over the surprise," he agreed.

"Oh, but he was more open about it."

"I hope so. And then?"

"He was really surprised in the evening, when we only made up the one bed."

"Um-hmm. I think he was expecting that we would sleep together - he and I - and then the next night with you."

"But he didn't really mind, when I got in bed with both of you."

"Hm-hmm! No, just very surprised when he realized that he was suppose to do something with both of us at once."

"But he did, and got better at it after that."

"Did I, too?" he asked.

Both girls nodded vigorously with smiles and finished drying themselves. As they hung up their towels, he remarked:

"I brought three beers, ... I guess a little with the thought that ..., well, we might not want to back in the living room."

"Hmm? Not like this?" Maren replied with a grin.

"Sort of."

"Good idea; I don't think we wanted to get dressed again," Britta remarked.

They returned to the bedroom and picked up their beers, smiling, and raising them with a "Skaal!"

When he sat down on one of their beds, with his back against the footboard, the girls crowded together against the headboard. They drank again, smirking at each other, and he said:

"And then?"

Britta nudged her sister, and Maren continued:

"Oh, then he knew how it was going to be. Hmm? ... No complaints, ... but, ... well, ... he is younger."

"Good thing, ... with both of you."

"Oh, you surprised us."

"Hmm! Surprised myself. Hm-hmm! Shouldn't say it, but surprised your mother, too."

"Oh! That's nice!" both girls responded.

There was moment of silence, and they all drank again. He looked back and forth at his daughters, realizing that he was so accustomed to seeing them naked that he hadn't been looking at their breasts - or between their thighs. His eyes then did, just seeing Maren's red and Britta's light brown pubic hair. The girls smirked slightly, having seen his eyes moving. Britta remarked:

"We'll have the best tans in Bergen, not that we can show them to anyone other than you and Lars."

He blushed slightly, his eyes returning to their faces, and replied softly:

"My good luck. You really do."

He raised his bottle in a silent toast, and they all had another sip. Maren nudged her sister and murmured:

"Should I tell him about Thursday, when it rained?"

"Hmm? If you want to; ... you've already hinted about it."

"Sounds interesting," he remarked encouragingly."

"Hmmm, if you want to hear. Well, we'd done everything we could, every way we could, ... that too. That really surprised him again, but then he liked it, too."

"Hm-hmm? Tasting that too?!

"Um-hmm. And then it was raining Thursday morning, and we asked him ... "

"You asked him, ..."

"I asked him how many times he thought he could do it."

"You said 'how many times he could fuck us'."

"No, how many times he could come in us."

"She can be so outspoken!"

"And? How many times?"

"Twice before breakfast, but that wasn't unusual. After breakfast, I got him aroused again ..."

"Almost made him miss a count in your mouth."

"Um-hmm, if you hadn't stopped me. So he fucked me again."

"And then he was nice enough to start arousing me, and we did."

"Four times before lunch," he counted.

"And after lunch, we took a nap, after I made him do it again."

"And after the nap, I did, ..."

"But you had to ride on him for a long time."

"Poor Lars."

"Oh, he liked the idea, was pleased that he could do it six time."

"Seven times. After supper, we both worked to make him come again, and he finally did."

"Right. It wasn't much fun any more. And in bed ..., well, he just couldn't again."

"But his tongue wasn't tired yet; he insisted on making us both come again."

"Hmm! I'm glad you didn't try that with me."

"We wouldn't do it again. Friday morning, we waited till after breakfast, after sunning at the lake, waited till he wanted to."

"Hmm! After you kept showing him that you were playing with yourself."

"But then he wanted to, and did, and it took nice and long."

"My sex-craved sister," Britta remarked, and got a chuff in her ribs.

He chuckled and drank, and the girls drank. Then he asked:

"And what did he think about what you two did with each other?"

"Oh, he was surprised, but we didn't until he was already doing something with one of us, and then really liked it."

"Like I did."

"Um-hmm. ... Hm-hmm! Want us to again?" Maren replied with a smirk, and reached down between her sister's thighs.

He chuckled and said:

"If you want to, ... both of you."

Britta snorted, scowling for a moment, and then grinned and replied:

"If you do, too."

He returned her smirk and spread his thighs. The girls giggled as Britta reached over between Maren's already open thighs, opening her own. His hand slid down and fondled his balls, moving his still soft cock with his thumb, as he watched their fingertips rubbing back and forth over the other's clitoris. He glanced up and saw that they were watching his hand, not having to look to see that his cock was stiffening, but their expressions suggested that they were. He raised his bottle, and they raised theirs, all of them smirking with chuckles as their fingers continued to move. They murmured "skaal" and emptied them, setting them aside.

He continued to fondle his balls, just rubbing the back of the head of his cock with his thumb, which the girls appreciated with chuckles, as their fingers twitched back and forth with obvious experience. Then his cock was fully stiff, so that only the tips of two fingers could play with his sack while his thumb caressed the sensitive back of his knob. Then he saw the finger of one girl and then the other one's rub down between each other's pussy lips, and then both extended further, making moist sounds. One of them put her leg over the other one's, and they spread their thighs.

He hummed softly and grasped his cock, liking that the girls' fingers slipped into each other's hole in response. He glanced up and saw that their other hands had stolen up to hold their breasts. Then their eyes met, and they all snorted again with smirks.

"Nice, fun," Britta murmured.

"Um-hmm," he agree, as Maren chuckled and said:

"I never saw a guy do that."

He moved his hand faster for her, and they all chuckled, and again, when her sister replied:

"Because you always were holding it before he could."

"Hmm! Or something else already. Bet you haven't either."

"No. ... Hm-hmm! One was maybe about to, but I think I already had more experience than he had and didn't let him."

"Hope it was still good."

Oh, it sure was for him, maybe the first time a girl had done it; he was a little embarrassed about it's shooting all over the place."

"Hm-hmm, but probably not so good for you?"

"Good enough; I wasn't spoiled yet, before we did it with Johan."

They all snickered and then were silent for a few moments, the girls doing a little more for each other, while he stroked slowly just down his cock, enjoy the girls' soft um-hmms in response to what the other one was doing. After a minute or two, his other hand found his soft sack and fondled his balls, and his hand returned to rubbing his loose skin up and down. A moment or two later, he murmured:

"You don't want just to watch me do this, I hope."

The girls looked up at him, smirking and shaking their heads with snickers, and both replied:

"Oh, no, I hope not."

"What would you like?" Britta added.

"Anything you want to do. ... I know you both taste good."

"And we know that you do, too," she replied."

"You did it to him the last time this morning. She just couldn't bear to see him put his shorts on."

"Only because you had before, instead of helping wash up."

"Because he had done it so good to me, while you were sitting on him before breakfast."

"Hmm! Sort of like I imagined. So whose turn is it, ... whatever you want to do?"

"Oh, it's wilting already," Maren observed."

"Oh, you can do whatever you like. Hm-hmm! It's still early," Britta replied in feigned resignation.

"I'm not Lars."

"But we know that you can ... more than a couple of times."

"Hmm! Thanks."

"Let's all lick," Maren suggested, adding: "on the floor."

They all smirked with nods and got up and flung the covers from both beds on the floor. As they got comfortable with their heads on the other's thigh, Maren remarked:

"Oh, good. It's soft again. I love to start with it like that."

The others chuckled as she sucked his cock in her mouth, and then he buried his face in Britta's pussy, and she, hers in Maren's. He had to admit that he liked Britta's young pussy better than his wife's, but she could suck his cock just as good as Maren was doing - very good.

It was like so many times before, all them eventually coming, not simultaneously, but he thought that was better, enjoying his orgasm and then Britta's. They rolled on their backs with their heads still on each other's thigh, sighing contentedly and finding a breast to fondle. After a few moments, Britta murmured:

"I'm glad Mom is staying an extra night, nice for her parents, too."

"And for me," he agreed, adding: "Thank you. Knew I wanted to, but wasn't sure you still would."

Maren snorted and replied:

"Best thing to come home for, especially since we didn't expect we could."

"Um-hmm," her sister agreed.

After a moment, Maren said:

"Oh? What did Mom think about both of us going with Lars? Did she say anything?"

"Hmm? She wondered. I reminded her that you had both been there with Johan."

"Oooh! But not telling how?!"

"Of course not," he lied.

They all chuckled. Then Britta remarked:

"But she knew that I would sleep with Lars."

"She didn't mention that again, whatever she might have been thinking. She probably won't ask."

"I hope not."

"Me too," Maren agreed.

He was pretty sure that she would ask him, however, but probably not about details, also not about how the three of them had spent the evening and night; he had already told her what they could do together. He fondle Maren's and then Britta's breast and sat up, remarking:

"I've got to go. You probably did before."

The girls nodded, smirking up at him. As he stood up, Britta said:

"But we need to wash a little."

"But you don't; I took care of that," Maren added with a broader smirk.

"Um-hmm, thank you, but I need to wash my face," he replied with a smile.

They chuckled and followed him to the bathroom, snorting as they watched him use the toilet, and then washed their pussies. He washed his face, and they returned to the bedroom, picking up the covers and tossing them back on the beds. As he picked up his clothes, the girls looked at him questioningly. He snorted with shake of his head and remarked:

"May as well stay like this."

They smiled and followed him naked to the living room. "A little funny," one murmured, looking around as he went and tossed his clothes in his bedroom. When he returned, he said:

"Better close the curtains before we need to turn on the lights."

The girls smirked and did, and they all went in the kitchen, where the girls made supper. As they sat down to eat, they all smirked slightly about their being naked at the kitchen table, where they had so often had supper.

He was worried that the girls might ask why their mother was staying an extra night with her parents, but they just asked how their grandmother was doing. When he had replied, he asked:

"And what else did you do?"

The girls glanced at each other with snorts, and Britta replied:

"Oh, he chopped lots of firewood, ..."

"And we went swimming, ..."

"And once, we did put on clothes and take a short hike."

"And took them off again?" he suggested.

"Um-hmm," both girls responded, nodding with smirks."

"Poor Lars, probably thinking he would get a rest."

"Oh no, he knew; we had told him that we knew a nice mossy place with a view."

"Hmm! How - when - did you find it?"

"With Johan."

"Could have thought so. Did you tell Lars about him?"

"We weren't going to, but he asked the same question, ..."

"And Maren immediately answered: 'with our cousin last year'."

"Hm-hmm! And you gave her a dirty look, and he didn't have to ask more."

"Something like that. He didn't say anything, just snorted."

"I can imagine, and that he probably thought that explained what a good team you are."

"Maybe," Maren agreed sheepishly, then adding:

"At least, we can tell Mom that we went hiking."

They all chuckled and finished their meal. After they had cleared the table, the girls said that they would clean up. He pushed his chair back from the table and sat down. For a minute or two, he enjoyed watching the girls - and receiving their smiling glances. Then he said:

"There are three more bottles of beer, if you want one."

"I'll get them," Britta offered, and did.

She opened them. When she handed him his, her eyes dropped down to his cock, between his open thighs. They all said "skaal" and drank. As she returned to helping Maren wash dishes, he told them that they would have to get more beer the next day and dispose of the bottles, and then reminded them to hang up the laundry in the morning. They agreed, and then one mentioned that the sheets had better be dry and folded before their mother returned. He snorted and suggested that they could moisten and also hang out the unused sheets. The girls smirked with nods, and they drank again. Maren turned back to the sink, but Britta continued to look at him. Then she smirked again and said:

"I don't know why I am helping; Maren didn't this morning."

Maren glanced around at her and then snorted and remarked:

"You're not going to say what I did, are you?"

"Hm-hmm, maybe."

"What?" he asked, his cock feeling Britta's eyes looking at it."

She smirked again and replied:

"That she saw something else that she wanted to eat."

"Hmm! And do you?"

It was obvious that his cock understood what they were talking about. Britta nodded slightly, glancing up at his face. They both smiled slightly, and he murmured:

"Wouldn't want you to go to bed hungry."

As they all snickered, he unconsciously spread his thighs a little. Maren remarked:

"Oh, go on, if you want to; guess it's your turn after before."

When he nodded, taking a sip of beer as he slid his hips forward on the chair, she flashed her a grin and murmured: "I do."

She dropped her dishtowel on the table and knelt down between his feet. His cock didn't rise to meet her hand, but it might have, if she had hesitated for a moment. She glanced up at him with a slight smile, as her hand found his cock and raised it, and her other hand came up under his loose sack. He watch the head of his cock disappear between her lips and moaned softly, as he felt her suck and caress it with her tongue, feeling her fondling his balls. His cock stiffened and twitched, and he moaned again, seeing her eyes glance up at him, and then that they closed, as she aroused him with her mouth and fingers.

His eyes almost closed, but then a movement caught their attention, and they opened. Maren had turned from the sink to watch them. She reached for her beer as her other hand found one of her stiff nipples. She took a long drink, while a finger circled her nipple, and then set down her beer. Then both hands were arousing her nipples.