My name is Taylor. I always had the same dream. My twin sister Makayla and I finally got what we had wanted for so long, and fucked our daddy. He would ride us for hours until finally cumming on our faces, and I would wake up, my pussy soaked. Then I'd go to school and think about it all day. It was an endless cycle.
Our mother left our daddy when we were twelve, about five and a half years ago, and he'd raised us alone ever since. She was an idiot for leaving a man as clever, kind, and sexy as him. I didn't understand why she did it...
Anyway, Makayla and I often fantasized about our daddy, sometimes masturbating together, but we'd never had sex, with each other, or any other boy. But when we were seniors, our long dream finally came true.
We had just come home from school, and we saw our daddy working out in the garage. He was a very strong man, and was benching about 300 lbs.
"Wow, daddy," Makayla said, "you're really strong." Makayla was wearing a sleeveless blue top and jean shorts that hugged her hot ass very tightly. Her top showed off her small, perfect 26B tits.
Daddy grunted and set the bar back on the bench. He was wearing bicycle shorts and no shirt. His muscles gleamed with sweat and he panted us a hello.
I walked over and pressed the button, closing the garage door. Makayla and I has gone over this plan at least twenty times that day, and we were ready. We walked daddy back inside and I got him some water. He said thanks and drank it quickly.
"Hey daddy?" I said slyly, "Now that I'm 18, I was thinking about getting some breast implants." I gestured at my small but firm titties.
"No daughter of mine will ever get any form of plastic surgery!" he said strictly. "Besides, it's not like you need implants." He blushed very soon after saying that, and left the room. Makayla and I followed him, our chocolate brown hair sweeping behind us.
"I don't know daddy." Makayla said. "Taylor might be right. I mean, look." She started rubbing my tits with both hands. "They seem pretty small to me."
Daddy moaned quietly, and I could see a slight bulge coming from his bike shorts.
"You're one to talk." I told Makayla. "Yours are smaller than mine." I said as I fondled hers in return.
Daddy moaned a bit louder and said, "Girls, stop this right now." But we had him right where we wanted him. I tore at Makayla's shirt, ripping it and exposing her bra. She cried out and did the same to mine. We started "wrestling" on the floor, and deliberately undid each others' bras in the process. Our bare tits bounced around slightly as we groped each other.