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:
