Identical Twins And Father Ch 03

He moaned in response to the arousing sensations on his cock, recalling that Louise, with whom he lived, also liked to be on top, but Klara's tight pussy couldn't let him forget that he was fucking his daughter, or rather, she was fucking him, her clutching pussy making his cock twitch as she rocked her hips to and fro. She could just do that as long as she wanted, as long as they both could stand it. They were in no hurry, the longer the better. When his hips wanted to rock, he slid his hands down and held her hips still and murmured:

"Not yet."

"Uhn," she responded, then nodded, agreeing: "Um-hmm."

She opened her eyes, nodding again with a slight smile, then murmuring:

"Almost too good? For me too."

He nodded, and they rested, exchanging more relaxed smiles. When she chuckled and consciously squeezed his cock, he made his cock twitch, and they chuckled softly. Then he initiated it, and her pussy responded, both chuckling softly again.

Klara's twin, Paula, smiled wryly to herself and rolled back quietly and held her breast. She thought she knew what they were doing - she did. Silently, she aroused herself, hoping she would hear from them enough to imagine what else they would do, since she couldn't see them from the top bunk on the other side of the room.

After exchanging chuckles again, he moved his hands on Klara's hips, suggesting that she move them again. She nodded with a grin and did, to and fro again. When his hands suggested she rocking them sideways, She nodded again with an "um-hmm," and did. He moaned in appreciation, and she did, both nodding.

Paula, also nodded and moved her fingers in her pussy a little more actively, squeezing her aroused nipple. When she heard her father murmur: "Oooh! Like that too," she raised her head and shoulders enough to look down and that her sister was churning her hips on his cock. She dropped back with grin and tried to emulate with her fingers in her pussy what she imagined her sister was feeling in hers. When she heard them both moan, she had to, too, hoping that it was too soft for them to hear.

Maybe it wasn't, but they were both moaning, too involved with each other to notice, looking in each others' eyes with aroused expressions. Her hands had found her breasts, her fingers clasped around them.

He was wondering if it was being so good because he was fucking his daughter, or because she was fucking him better than he could remember, like her sister had. Oh, it was wrong to fuck his daughters, but more wrong for them, if they thought it was so good because they were fucking their Pops. That was definitely wrong! "Fuck it!" he thought, recognizing that his mental expletive was just too appropriate; they were doing it.

His hips twitched, his cock surging in her clutching pussy. He held her hips still again. She nodded with another moan, squeezing her breasts, then murmuring again:

"Almost too much again."

"Um-hmm, very much 'almost'."

Paula nodded with a frown, letting her fingers relax; she had been wanting to have her orgasm with them. Then she smiled slightly, consoling herself with the thought that they still would, that she then also could. She squeezed her breast, then suddenly wondered: had Klara and her Pops forgotten that she had also rubbed her clitoris, like she had with Roger, no first with Martin, but then - she grinned - also had with Roger, much to his surprise, but he sure hadn't complained! She listened, her fingers moving a little in her pussy, hearing them moaning softly. Then she grinned when she heard her father murmur:

"She did that too."

"Oh? Mmmm, yeah, almost forgot, hm-hmm!" Klara whispered, adding: "Want me to?"

"Made me come, just sitting still, her ... well, you know, not just 'almost too much'."

"Did she, too?"

Paula almost blurted out: She did! She just grinned, nodding, so pleased that her Pops - her sister too, of course - hadn't forgotten that Klara should also do that too, that he had remembered how good that had been, her making her pussy clutch his throbbing cock, milking it, making it spurt in her pussy, letting her feel it spurt without the additional, distracting sensations of his cock moving in and out, just twitching, surging, throbbing, wanting to come and then letting her feel it and feel her own orgasm! Her fingers weren't going to be able to make her come that good, but they were going to try. As they started, she heard him reply:

"And how! God, it was good! I hadn't imagined what went on in there when a girl was doing that."

"Like that?"

"Umm! Um-hmm, but better; didn't know that I would, just from what she was doing without moving her hips. ... Oooh! Hm-hmm! I think she did a little, couldn't help it."

"Probably, but not like - you know ..."

"Like I was before?"

"Um-hmm."

Klara nodded, hardly smiling. Her hips rocked a little, as her hand slid down, and her fingers crept through their pubic hair and found her clitoris. When they started to rub, her hips stilled. She moaned softly, and then he did, still looking in each others' eyes, but then without seeing them, as they both were consumed by the arousing sensation her pussy was giving them. His hands found her breasts again.

Paula was seeking the same sensations her sister was having. She moaned with them, no longer trying to avoid their hearing her.

Many moans later, his turned to unrestrained grunts, his hips twitching up. When they rocked strongly, moving Klara, she gave a deeper, long pulsing moan, and then another one, when his hips thrust up again, then a couple more, until his grunts and hips ceased. His hair was wet from her orgasm.

Paula's fingers were wet from her own. She sucked them, knowing they would taste as good as her sister's pussy after her orgasms. She didn't hear her drop down on him, but did hear her wet kiss, their wet kiss, and their moans in conformation that it had been so good. She smiled slightly, liking that her twin sister could enjoy what she had with their father, then wondering if they would also fuck again, like she had with him. If they did, then she could again. She listened, her hand returning to her pussy, just cupped around it.

"Oh Pops, that was so good!"

"It sure was, thank you, Sweetie."

Paula started at hearing his using the expression he had used for them both when they were kids and said:

"Me too; we were both your Sweetie."

"Of course, you both are, maybe a little different now," he replied.

Paula heard movement on the bed and then her sister's disappointed:

"Oh, it slipped out."

Paula rolled over and looked down, seeing that her sister had extended her legs, lying flat on their father; they weren't going to do it again.

"'Fraid so," he murmured: "It was just so good."

"Hmm? Maybe I shouldn't have before."

"But that was also so good."

"For me too."

"Sweet, that you liked it, ... sweet of you."

"Hm-hmm! It isn't sweet, but I still wanted it."

"Very sweet of you."

Paula couldn't stand just listening to them and had to say something:

"Very sweet of you to let us; I like it too."

They both looked up in surprise. Klara replied:

"You were supposed to be sleeping."

"Having to hear you both? Had to look a little."

"Hmm?! Hope you enjoyed yourself," Klara replied.

"Hm-hmm! Me too," he added with a grin.

"Tried to, couldn't have been as good."

"Should have slept," Klara responded, smirking at her sister and adding: "It couldn't have been."

"Just remember that I showed you how," Paula said.

"Oh yes! Thank you!"

Klara smiled up at her sister. He nodded and added:

"And thank you, too. It couldn't have been better, I mean, wasn't better than with you."

Paula nodded, then smirked and remarked:

"Not for nothing are we twins."

"What I meant," he added.

They all chuckled, smiling, and agreeing that they should go to the bathroom. He and Klara got up, and Paula sat up, dangling her legs over the side of the upper bunk. When he looked to see why she wasn't moving to use the ladder, she grinned and said:

"Catch me!"

He started. She waited for him to step closer, then jumped down with her hands on his shoulders to help him, then sliding them around his neck. His arms automatically embraced her, their bodies pressed together, her firm breasts against his chest. She smiled and pursed her lips. They kissed, as good as they had before, but his cock didn't respond. She retrieved her tongue and murmured:

"I guess not, after what you both did."

"You can sleep with him," Klara suggested, then adding softly:

"But I want to sometime."

For a moment, they all looked at each other, suddenly reminded by her "sometime" that it was very unlikely that she could, that there would ever again be a situation in which she could. He murmured: "I hope so," smiling slightly at her.

She nodded, but looked doubtful. Paula then murmured:

"Then you sleep with Pops tonight, I did last night."

"No, you should, ... you know, your having to just listen to us."

"No, you do, I think you should."

Before Klara could reply, he chuckled. The girls looked at him, shrugging questioningly. He grinned with another chuckle and said:

"I just had a funny thought: some kind of talk show with parents of identical twins. Then the moderator looks around at them and asks: 'Is really true that identical twins never argue?' The couples look around, nodding, or shrugging, then telling about situations in which they thought that their twins might have, but did not. The others nod their agreement. Then a father, who hadn't spoken, smiles slightly and says that he could remember once when his girls did argue. The others look surprised - perhaps especially his wife - and he suddenly blushes. They all insist that he tell. Blushing more, he finally says: 'Well, once they argued about who should sleep with their Pops, but insisting that the other one should."

The girls had already started to giggle and then laughed. He laughed with them. When they stopped, one and then the other spoke:

"Oh, Pops, that was good."

"Um-hmm, but it's not really arguing, if we both want the other one to."

"Just don't ever volunteer for that kind of talk show.

"Oh, I won't," he replied, adding: "more like an interesting dream going out of control."

The girls nodded with smiles. With a more thoughtful expression, he remarked:

"Maybe to remind me - us - what others think."

The girls then also nodded with equally serious expressions, and one replied:

"We won't tell," her sister nodding and adding:

"And avoid your kind of talk shows."

They all smiled mildly, nodding again. His expression brightened, then he smiled and nodded towards the bathroom and said:

"Anyway; I'll go first and turn out the light, and you two can finish your argument."

The girls almost giggled again, grinning at each other, and he went in the bathroom. When he returned, the lights were off in the room, and the girls told him that they had swapped the covers on the top bunk with the ones on the other bed. One of them went in the bathroom, leaving the door open. Her sister - which one? - just smirked at him in the dim light, and he lay down.

He lay on his side near the wall and waited, wondering if they had already settled their "argument" in whispers. Then both girls were in the bathroom. He could hear them chuckling softly and then that the toilet was flushed. Then the light in the bathroom went out, and he heard them outside its door, whispering:

"No, you do, told you why before."

"I know, like I did; you do."

"No, you."

He thought they must be assuming that he could overhear them, since they both were avoiding saying something that revealed which reasons they were referring to. This was confirmed when one whispered:

"He doesn't want to know which of us."

"So don't say anything to let him know."

"No, you don't. Now go ahead; I know you want to."

"Like you do."

"Um-hmm, but you do."

"Just to please you."

"Kiss."

As he heard them kissing, he suppressed a chuckle, thinking that was the way identical twins settled their arguments, wishing he could have settle those with his siblings that way, not by kissing his brother - but maybe his sister? The girls were really kissing: hummed chuckles. Then he heard a slap on one's ass. They chuckled again. They had been right, he didn't want to know which of them got in bed with him, just wondering how she would lie down: facing him or with her back to him.

When he felt her finding the edge of the covers, he raised them with his arm and leg. She slipped into bed with him, facing him, her arm sliding around him as he lowered the cover, his arm around her and his thigh over hers. She chuckled, and he did, then murmuring:

"Nice way to settle your argument."

"Um-hmm, we kissed long before we did anything else."

Her sister's voice in the other bed agreed:

"Yeah, but don't talk so much."

"I won't," she replied, turning her head back.

Then she held him a little closer with the slightest of chuckles, then pulled the covers up over their heads and whispered:

"We didn't do anything else until our last birthday, when we could look at that kind of websites."

"You didn't cheat?" Well, we didn't do anything before we were eighteen."

"Good girls."

"Hm-hmm, maybe or maybe not: now better or worse?"

"I don't want to answer that."

"Mmmm! I want be bad and do something good, do something else with my mouth, and for you to, with yours."

"Have to also be bad and try to be good."

"Please!" Klara replied, forgetting to whisper.

Her sister's voice startled them:

"Stop whispering! Go to sleep or do whatever you want."

"We will," he replied, hugging her twin.

"Then we can go to sleep," she whispered.

"Me, for sure," he murmured.

Her sister heard the rustle of the covers as her sister crawled around under them, and he moved down to make space for her legs at the head of the bed. She nodded and smiled to herself, cupping her fingers around her pussy and holding her breast, nodding again, when she heard the covers move again, but then it was silent in the room, not quite so silent under the covers. She fell asleep without her fingers doing anything.

Under the covers of the other bed, there were muffled hums. Most of his soft cock had disappeared in her mouth. His mouth was kissing her pussy, like a first kiss, lips on lips, but then his tongue wanted to be between them. Her pussy didn't have a tongue to respond, but it wanted to, rocking up, inviting his tongue to find its inner lips and then where it could explore deeper. It couldn't suck it in, like a mouth could, but its delightfully arousing taste made up for that, inviting his tongue to try to find more of it.

Under the covers there was a delighted hum. Her mouth could suck, and her tongue enjoyed exploring as much as his did. His cock still had no taste, but it responded in its own way, the reason for her hum. Then it seemed to be more interesting for her tongue to explore. He hummed in response, feeling it discover the groove around the head of his cock. She hummed again.

He didn't hear her, but felt the vibrations on his cock, thinking: oh, she had been right to want to try to make his cock want to. And her pussy wanted to, her pelvis rocking forward, wanting his tongue to arouse her already aroused clitoris.

Her sister could have heard her louder moan in response, but she was already sleeping.

Then they were both doing all they could to give each other an orgasm, wanting to enjoy each other's with their mouths. Hers tasted so good, before she got to taste his, almost having bitten his cock when he made her forget what she was doing. But then she remembered, and he could enjoy his with undiluted pleasure, grunting as his cock spurted in her mouth, appreciating her warm moans in response.

She had wanted it so much! They both had, her sister, too! They had to do it again; he had to find a way that they could! Not selfishly, he wanted to let them enjoy all the arousing pleasure they had discovered together. Was she nodding in agreement, still letting him feel her tongue moving. She really loved it, savoring his semen. When she swallowed, her mouth held his cock more firmly for a moment.

Her sister didn't hear the rustling of the covers, as she crawled back around, and he rolled back, she lying on him. Nor did she hear her murmur:

"Oh Pops, that was so good! Thank you!"

"And thank you; it was, just wasn't sure it would be."

"Oh, it was. Mmmm! What you did both ways."

"Wicked little girl."

"Hm-umm, not when I can give my Pops so much pleasure."

"And let him too."

"Especially!"

She kissed him, her tongue immediately wanting to find his. His did too. After a few seconds, he chuckled and murmured:

"As good as kissing your sister?"

"Hm-hmm! Almost. Would be, if we just hadn't done that."

"Not better, then?"

"Oh yes, if we knew we were about to do more."

"Um-hmm! Wicked, both of us."

"All three of us."

"Too wicked - three wicked."

"Hm-hmm! If 'too' is already too much, is 'three' even more too much?"

"Hmm? Unspeakably too much."

"Hm-hmm! Why I didn't want to talk any more before."

"Actions speak louder than words: 'three wicked'."

"Oh, we've got to tell her that!" she exclaimed.

"You do!" her sister complained from the other bed, "now go to sleep and tell me in the morning."

"Oh, sorry, we will," he replied, hugging his other daughter.

She nodded and gave him a little kiss and slid off him. He moved back and rolled on his side again. She turned with her back to him, and they moved together. Her hand found his before his found her breast, then squeezing his fingers around it. They murmured good night. After three orgasms, he fell asleep, in the most comfortable position a man could -- his last thought.

During the night he rolled back in his sleep. After a dream about an argument with his ex-wife about something about their daughters, he woke up. What the subject of the argument had been seemed to have been immaterial, but the argument reminded him of a couple they had before they separated three years before. Then he remembered where he was, lying in bed with one of the twins - which one - then remembering the discussion before he lay down. The argument in his dream couldn't have been about that, all they had done, but he then recognized that it was, of course, that in his dream his subconscious just couldn't admit that it was. Too late to worry about that, he thought, then remembering the last few words with daughter next to him and corrected: "three late!" smiling wryly to himself.

She was still slumbering on her side. He rolled back towards her. After a moment, he ventured to put his hand lightly on her hip. She didn't stir; he let it rest there. She only acknowledged it with the softest of hums when she exhaled again, continuing to sleep. He fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, his arm had slid down around her waist, but it was her hand's finding his and drawing it to her breast that awakened him. Before he was fully awake, he assumed that it was his now partner, Louise, doing it, as she sometimes did. Then his fingers recognized that it wasn't her breast, and he immediately recalled that he was in bed with one of his daughters and everything else, then also recognizing that he had an erection.

Had she felt it, its head nestled between her thighs? He wanted to move it, but didn't, but did hold her breast.

"Nice," she murmured.

"Um-hmm."

"Awake?"

"Now."

"Nice, like last night."

"Just nice?" he murmured, liking that he could banter with his daughters about what they were doing; his wife had disliked the word, always felt it expressed less than she thought was appropriate when he had used it.