I am the first one up, so I head to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. Once it is brewing, I rummage around, looking for something to start for breakfast. Deciding that waffles would be the ticket, I mix up a large batch, and start the iron to heating. I add canned blueberries to the mix, and pour the batter into the now hot iron. While it cooks, I set the table, pouring glasses of orange juice all around, and add a bowl of fresh fruit to round things out. By then, the first waffles are ready, which I quickly remove before pouring another batch. By now, the odor of the fresh waffles is filling the house, so I know that it will not be long before the girls are up. Pouring myself a cup of the fresh coffee, I await their entrance.
Amanda is the first, coming into the kitchen and giving me a sleepy grin as she takes the cup of coffee that I have just poured for her. She takes a tentative sip, then gives me a quick kiss before sitting down at the table. I place a stack of waffles on her plate, and watch as she applies butter and syrup. Amanda is a stunning beauty, with long, dark hair and matching dark eyes. Her heritage is Italian, giving her a dark complexion. She is shorter than my daughter, only about 5'4", with a slim build, which she maintains through regular workouts. She looks and moves like a dancer, with both grace and agility. Her breasts are very firm, requiring no support whatsoever. I can see just a hint of her nipples and areola through her nightgown, and admire the soft curve of her bosom through the thin fabric. Her breasts are not large, perhaps a B cup, but fit her proportions perfectly. I realize that I am staring, and quickly turn back to the waffle iron to prepare the next batch. If Amanda noticed my attention, she shows no sign.
Sarah soon joins us, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She, too, accepts a cup of steaming coffee, also giving me a quick kiss, followed by a not quite as brief one for her mate, who she joins at the table. I have a stack of waffles ready for her, which she starts on immediately. Sarah is my youngest child, now in her mid twenties, and has always been very special to me. She is taller than Amanda by about two inches, and has a lighter complexion. Her hair is light brown, not quite blond, a nice match for her hazel eyes. While not as voluptuous as Jenny, Sarah is still very well put together, with wider hips and larger breasts than her mate. Sarah also works out regularly, both at the gym and in a Karate class that she attends with Amanda. Both girls have had issues with guys who can't accept their lifestyle, and are quite capable of defending themselves if the need arises. Sarah is also quite beautiful, although in a girl next door sort of way, a nice contrast to Amanda's more classic beauty.
So far, no one has spoken a word, as we wait for the coffee to clear the fog from our sleepy minds. The girls eat in silence, occupied with their own thoughts, while I continue cooking the waffles, adding more to their plates as they empty them. Jenny is the last to join us, as she brings in Vicki and little Chris, attached to her breast for his morning feast. Jenny follows the routine, giving me a quick kiss before sitting down at the table. She passes on the coffee, reaching for the juice instead.
I pick up Vicki, getting a wet kiss on the cheek for my efforts, and put her in her high chair. She gets a bit of waffle to munch on, while the girls begin to cut up a banana for her. Everyone, including Vicki, continues to eat in silence, but sleepy faces are beginning to light up, and smiles are being flashed around the table. I finish the last of the waffles, putting a plate full on the table in front of everyone, and sit down to join my family in our morning meal. With no words yet spoken, our family bond is still felt by everyone, and we eat in contented silence.
After the waffles are all gone, and most of the fruit, I sit back and enjoy my second cup of coffee. Amanda and Sarah start on the cleanup, while Jenny wipes Vicki's face and heads her off to play. Chris is now asleep once again, and Jenny places him in the play pen in the living room for his nap. He has only nursed on one breast, leaving Jenny with one still engorged. As she comes back into the kitchen, she bares that breast, and surveys the room.
"I still have one breast full, and could use some help here. Who wants milk with their breakfast?" she says, her eyes sparkling.
I watch with interest as both of the girls exchange looks, flashing grins at each other. I get more than my fair share of Jenny's milk, so I remain silent, waiting to see how the girls will react to the offer. Both look at me, which I answer with a slight nod. Seeing my acceptance, Sarah and Amanda follow Jenny to the couch. Jenny sits in the middle, and Sarah and Amanda lay down on either side of her, placing their heads in her lap. Jenny sheds her top, and, bending over, feeds a nipple to each girls mouth. I watch in awe as the two girls begin to feed on Jenny's more than ample breasts, sucking noisily while caressing her with their hands. My cock literally springs to life, tenting my robe, at the erotic vision playing out before my eyes. Jenny looks at me with eyes glazed with lust, as she enjoys the attention and stimulation that the girls are providing. I notice that Sarah has a trickle of milk running down her cheek, so surmise that she has the full breast. Amanda is doing more licking, swirling her tongue around the fat nipple, and both girls have a hand between their thighs.
Soon, Jenny switches breasts, giving Amanda a shot at her milk. I watch as both girls, now openly masturbating, shudder through orgasms while sucking and chewing on Jenny's nipples. Jenny herself is not far away, and soon moans as she reaches her own climax, without even needing to touch herself. I fight off the urge to take out my cock and stroke it while watching the incredible scene. While the girls have invited me to watch, and even participate, in their Sapphic activities, I have always declined, so this is my first taste of their play. Needless to say, this is a scene that will have a special place in my memories!
With Jenny's pressure relieved, and their urges satisfied, Sarah and Amanda sit up, each giving Jenny a lingering and sensuous kiss. All three look at me, and giggle at the look on my face, not to mention the tent in my robe. Jenny eyes are positively glowing as she comes to kneel in front of my chair. Parting my robe, she takes my throbbing organ into her mouth, swallowing my engorged head. Both Amanda and Sarah watch in fascination as Jenny begins to suck me off, moving her mouth up and down my shaft while stroking its length with her hands in a swirling motion.
I am too far gone to protest or even care that my daughter and her mate are watching, now standing beside us for a better view. I can't hold back, and I erupt into Jenny's mouth, shooting pulse after pulse down her throat. Jenny continues sucking, not allowing a drop to get past her lips, until my orgasm subsides. I feel drained, as if she has sucked the life out of me, and make no effort to cover myself as she pulls back, leaving me exposed to the girls. Jenny stands up, and immediately pulls Sarah into a kiss, sharing my flavor with my daughter, followed by Amanda. Jenny then looks at me with satisfaction, while Sarah and Amanda have looks on their faces that I have never seen before as they lock eyes with me. Hunger? Oh, my God, what have I gotten myself into? Now I know how a lamb must feel when surrounded by wolves.
The girls go back to cleaning the kitchen, while I pull myself together and go upstairs to get cleaned up and dressed. The girls are heading into town to spend the day at the park with the kids, while I busy myself with chores around the house. I mow the lawn while the morning is still cool, then tackle a project that I have been putting off for some time: taking down a pine tree that has died in the back yard. I use a chainsaw to cut it down, and cut it up into firewood lengths, stacking the pieces over by the woodshed to be split later. I then dig around the stump, using the chainsaw to cut the major roots as they are exposed.
Once the stump is mostly clear, I back my truck up to it. Wrapping a chain around the stump, I loop it over a spare tire that I have standing close, and attach it to the hitch on the back of my truck. Putting the truck into four wheel low, I ease forward to take up the slack. As the chain goes taught, the tire redirects the horizontal motion of the truck's pull into an upward force, and snaps the stump out of the ground as I hit the gas. I move the tire out of the way, and use the truck to pull the stump out of the yard and over to a bare patch of ground out near the barn. I will burn it later, when the weather is cooler in the fall and the fire danger is less.
Now, all that is left is to fill in the hole. I had purchased a new tree at the nursery in anticipation of this, and move it into place with a wheelbarrow. Cleaning up the hole with a shovel, I add some topsoil into the bottom before thoroughly wetting it down with a garden hose. Using a knife, I cut slits in the fabric covering the root ball. Satisfied with my preparations, I ease the new tree, a Black Pine, into the hole. Straightening it out, I pack dirt around the root ball and fill in the hole. To finish off, I apply landscape fabric around the new tree, covering it with bark, and water it again thoroughly. Not a bad days work! Putting my tools away, I head into the house to shower before the girls get home.
As I am getting dressed, Jenny calls to tell me that they are bringing home pizza for dinner. I get out plates, forks and glasses, which I take out to the table on the porch. I also bring out a cooler, which I have filled with beer and soft drinks. I turn on the ceiling fan on the porch, which will keep the mosquitoes away, and kick back to enjoy a beer while waiting on the family to return. My muscles have that pleasant ache that comes from honest labor, and I enjoy a quiet moment until I hear the minivan coming up the drive. Going out to meet them, I get kisses all around, and help them carry everything back up to the house.
The pizza's are the bake at home type, so I heat the oven and get them started while the girls tend to the kids and get them ready for bed. After spending the day at the park, both kids are exhausted, and are soon sound asleep. With pizza hot from the oven, we settle down on the porch to watch the end of another day. As the sun sets, giving us a show far better than anything on the tube, we enjoy our meal, sharing tales of the day's events. If there is any better way to end a day than this, I have yet to discover it.
With dinner finished, we settle back to enjoy a beautiful evening. Sipping my beer, I quietly listen to the girls talk about this and that, enjoying their happy banter, while awaiting the more serious subject to follow. I don't have to wait long.
"Dad, you asked us last night to consider some ground rules before we proceed with our, uh, project. Amanda and I have talked it over, and have some suggestions." Sarah announces. "We both understand how uncomfortable this will be for you, so we feel that we should start out with one on one engagements rather than group activities. How do you feel?" Delicately put for such a sensitive subject.
