Life with the Twins

Authors Note: All characters in this work are of legal age. No under age characters are depicted in or around any acts of sex.

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Four days had gone by since my "talk" with Sylvia. I had to admit that I doubted that her rather unorthodox methodology would actually translate into getting Tabitha to back off, but so far it had seemed to do exactly that. Not that Sylvia wasn't somewhat insistent that I come back over again soon, but at least my daughter wasn't appearing in my bed in the middle of the night.

It was Friday and both girls were out on dates, leaving me to my own devices. I'd already been down in my shop for an hour or so working on a project and was quite covered in sawdust from sanding when the doorbell sounded. Feeling a little frustrated at the interruption I put the sandpaper down, pulled off the dust mask and goggles and trudged up the stairs, trying to brush off as much dust as I could before walking across the living room carpet, listening to the doorbell again.

I pulled the door open to see Sylvia standing on the front porch in a short blueish dress that highlighted her blue eyes and tall spike heels that made her already sexy legs look even more stunning. The dress was strapless, her breasts holding the slinky blue material up as it flowed down her body in tantalizingly translucent layers that looked almost like you could see all the way through the short tapered skirt portion to her panties.

"You weren't coming back over to my house, so I thought I'd take matters into my own hands," she said with a bright smile. "I even brought along a little liquid refreshment," she added, pulling a wine bottle from behind her back.

"Oh. Wow. Um. Hi," I said a little stupidly as stepped back and let her into the house, barely able to rip my eyes from her wiggling chest as she stepped past me.

"Looks like you've been busy," she said without the smile leaving her face. "I like a man that's handy with his hands," she said with a soft, little giggle. "Wanna show me what you're working on?"

"Sure," I answered, turning to lead the way across the room toward the stairs. She carefully started navigating down the stairs in her heels, stepping down them much more slowly than me as I bounced down them.

"You know, I don't wear heels this high very often. I'm nervous that I'll fall down these stairs on them," she said, stopping several stairs down and holding out a hand. I turned back to her and stepped back up the dozen stairs to where she stood and took her hand. I chuckled to myself, thinking that only a woman would wear something that made her feel uncomfortable, just because of how she looked. I half turned and swung my free arm under her legs, scooping her petite form into my arms. "OOOOO!" she cried in surprise as I finished twisting and carried her the rest of the way down the stairs.

"There you go," I said softly as I gently set her down, letting her slide from my grasp, her short dress, still hooked over my arm, pulling up over her nicely rounded ass.

She grinned and smoothed the dress down over her practically bare butt. "Trying to sneak a peek?" she asked with a girlish giggle.

"Honestly, I wasn't," I said a little defensively.

"No? Why not? Don't like looking at my tush?"

"You're tush?" I asked, almost laughing at the look on her face and the way she turned and pushed her butt out at me.

"Yeah. That's the medically correct term isn't it? My cute little tushy?" she said playfully, reaching behind her back and flipping up the hem of her dress to flash me her practically bare cheeks, only three little white strings breaking the perfect smoothness of her skin.

"Medically correct or not, I have to admit, it's a good looking tush," I answered, still looking at her butt, even though the dress was covering it again.

"Oh you do like my tush then?"

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

"Oh? Well, in that case you can touch it if you want," she said, pulling her skirt up again, this time leaving it held up, exposing her round creamy cheeks.

I chuckled and stepped the short half step toward her, reaching out to cup both firm globes. "You could just say you want to have sex."

"I could, but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun, would it?"

"As much fun as what?"

"Going slow. Teasing a little. Building that anticipation. Last time we just kind of jumped into it. I thought maybe we'd slow the game down a little this time."

"You won't hear me complain," I said with a smile, shuffling a little closer, her bare ass almost touching the quickly growing bulge in my pants as I slipped one hand up and around her body to cup one of her breasts through the slick material of her dress. I stroked my thumb back and forth across her hard nipple, noting the apparent lack of bra.

"I won't complain about you doing that either," she said with a sigh, letting go of the hem of her skirt and slipping her hand between us, her palm pressing against my throbbing hardon. "Mmmmmm. Seems like you won't complain either."

"Uh uh," I answered quietly. "But if we stay down here we'll get a bit dusty."

"So?" she asked with a giggle, abruptly pulling away from my grip, her dress sliding back down to cover her butt again. "So what are you making?"

"A new dresser," I answered as she walked toward the long, eight drawer dresser I'd been sanding on in preparation for staining.

"Looks pretty sturdy," she said as she walked around it, sliding her hand across the dusty top.

"It is," I answered.

"Sturdy enough to hold me up?"

"I don't see why not."

She grinned and turned to look at me. "Tell you what. Why don't you go up and get a couple wine glasses."

"If you want," I answered, turning and heading toward the stairs.

"And a cork screw!" she called after me as I bounded up the stairs.

I returned a few short minutes later with two long stemmed wine glasses and a cork screw. As I walked down the stairs I was treated to a view of an extremely sexy looking woman, reclined across the top of the dresser in a very sexy pose, the nearly see-through lower half of the dress seeming to be even more so now as she lay on her side. "Wow!" was all I could say as I surveyed up and down her body, noting for the first time the little white thong panty peeking out at me through the thin material.

"I'll take wow," she said with a grin. "As long as wow turns into oh wow."

"Hmmmm. And how does that happen?"

"Some time after you take your pants off and let me see that hardon that's trying so hard to escape."

"Hands are full," I answered, holding the two glasses in one hand and the cork screw in the other.

"And you don't think I can find a solution to that?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Just step over here a bit closer." I took the few steps to get over to where she was reclined, watching her reach out for the front of my pants with one hand. She struggled with the belt for several seconds and then lay on her back on the dresser she had been posing on, using both hands to undo the front of my pants. The baggy work pants slid down my legs moments later, my briefs being pushed down after them. "Ohhhh wow," she whispered as she smiled toward my now hard cock sticking out at her. She wrapped both her delicate hands around my fat shaft and pulled me toward her, drawing my engorged head toward her face. She moaned softly in pleasure as she closed her lips around the end of my shaft, her tongue teasing my head as she slowly licked and slurped me like some kind of cold treat.

"Oh wow," I groaned softly as she pressed her face closer to my body, slowly pushing my hardon deeper into her mouth. I stared as she took more of me into her, my head pushing down her throat as my length exceeded what would obviously fit in her mouth. I set the glasses and cork screw on the dresser near her head and then let my now free hands roam over her dress covered breasts, rubbing and kneading them gently before finally letting my fingers work inside the top to reach her firm little B cup tits. Each full, round mound felt wonderful in my grip, her hard nipples pressing against my palms as she pulled her mouth off my cock for a few moments to catch her breath.

"You can push that top down if you want," she said quietly before engulfing my engorged head once again.

"With pleasure," I answered, sliding my hands out of her top long enough to ease the material over her sexy little breasts. I gently stroked each now bare mound, teasing my fingers over and around her hard nipples, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

"Oh damn. I could do this all day," she gasped as she worked to catch her breath. "But I wouldn't at all mind having you return the favor."

"I bet I can," I answered, pushing the dress down her body, letting her roll all the way on her back to lift enough of her body off the dresser top for me to slide it down her body. I pushed it off and let it slide to the floor, leaving her in only the tiny white thong, which I pushed unceremoniously down while she lifted her legs again for me. "Much better," I said with a grin as I looked down at her now naked body and completely shaved mound.

"Why don't you take those pants all the way off and come up here?" she coaxed as she lay on the dresser.

"Really?"

"Oh hell yeah," she answered as she reached for my cock again, wrapping her hand around it and stroking me. I let her continue to play with my cock while I worked my shoes and pants off, leaving me naked from the waist down except for my socks. I gingerly crawled up onto the unfinished dresser, my head toward her feet. I worked closer to her legs as she pulled my cock toward her mouth, the both of us letting out a small moan as she engulfed my engorged head again with her hot mouth.

I lowered my head between her legs as she spread them and pulled her knees up, giving me access to her already wet pussy lips. Her shaved pussy looked a lot like my daughter's, full round lips with only a small amount of inner lip protruding. I slowly licked down her lips from the juncture toward her rosebud, drawing another moan of pleasure from her. I wrapped both arms around each thigh, working my fingertips toward her pussy to spread her and reveal her pink depths.

"Oh god George, I love that," she gasped as I stroked my tongue up and down her now spread pussy, tasting her tangy arousal. I didn't bother to stop and answer as I teased my tongue from her tunnel entrance to her now exposed clit, making her squirm on the smooth wood with each lick. "But now I want to feel you pumping this cock into me!"

"I can't argue with that," I answered as I pulled my face from between her legs, my engorged cock twitching in her hand after having pulled her mouth off of it. I carefully crawled off of her, standing by the side of the dresser while she scooted closer to me, her creamy white skin framed by the slightly darker natural oak planking she was lying on. She lifted and spread her legs, her hands hovering between her thighs in obvious invitation. I stepped the half step left between us, my glistening head aiming for her pussy as I moved. I felt her hand close around my hard shaft almost the same time as the tip of my head bumped into her full round pussy lips.

"Push baby," she cooed softly as she pulled on my shaft, having worked the tip of my tool right into the opening of her depths. I leaned in toward her, letting my weight slowly spread her before finally slipping into her teenage tight tunnel. "Ohhhhhh fuck yes," she moaned loudly as my shaft slid slowly into her well lubricated tunnel.

"Oh god you're so damn tight," I grunted as I pulled back a little bit before pushing into her again, working my fat cock deeper into her.

"No. I think it's that you're so damn big," moaned. "But who cares? The way this feels, all I care about is feeling it driving in and out."

"Uh huh," I grunted in agreement as I increased my pace to plunge into her more rapidly. Her whole body shook each time I slapped my hips into her firm little ass, making her tits wiggle and shake on her chest as she lay holding the wooden top. Her moans and cries filled the basement shop as did the rhythmic slap, slap of our bodies.

"My god George! I'm going to come!" she squealed as I pounded into her. "OHHHH FUCK!" she cried as her whole body started to shake and tremble before me. I could feel her pussy contracting around me, squeezing my cock and trying to hold me deep inside her. "Okay. Okay. You gotta stop a minute," she panted as her climax finally started to fade from her, her hands reaching out to my hips to stop my strokes. She gently pushed me back before sliding herself off the dresser. She stood, her arms reaching around my neck, pulling herself up and against me, her lips reaching for mine. "Mmmmmm. Kiss me," she whispered, her soft hot lips brushing mine before she pressed them tightly to mine.

I kissed her back, letting her tongue slip into my mouth and tease mine in a little game of unseen hide and seek. I held her to me, my hardon trapped between us as she ground her mound gently against it.

We broke the kiss breathlessly and she gently pulled me down as she lowered herself toward the hard concrete floor. She smiled at me as she gently coaxed me onto my back, her legs straddling mine as she settled on top of me. Without a word she reached between us, found my hardon and pushed herself upright again, lifting herself on her knees to guide my cock toward her pussy. "Here we go," she moaned as she lowered her weight onto me, driving my cock slowly up into her.

"Ohhhhhhhh.' I breathed quietly as she sank down over me, her tight pussy engulfing me once again. She began to lift herself up and down, sliding her tight tunnel up and down my shaft, teasing my head with her insides as she coaxed me back to full hardness. I slid my hands up her chest to her firm little boobs, squeezing and playing with them as she bounced herself up and down, stroking me in and out of her hot wet pussy. I was totally engrossed in what Sylvia and I were doing to each other and what the impending outcome was about to be, ignoring my surroundings as well as the hard cold concrete floor so I was more than a little surprised when a naked body stepped across my head and directly in front of Sylvia, pushing her pussy into Sylvia's face. After being startled I settled back down again, the tight little ass hovering a few feet above me was more than familiar by now.

I heard Tabby moan softly as Sylvia, apparently not at all disturbed by having a young pussy pushed in her face, began to lick and stroke Tabby's slit and lips. Sylvia stopped riding up and down my shaft as she pushed a single finger up into Tabby's clearly sopping wet pussy, driving it slowly up into her. I lay there watching as she began to stroke her finger in and out while her tongue teased and licked Tabby's clit, Tabby arching her back and bowing her legs more to give her more access.

"Why don't you sit on this?" Sylvia said in a very matter of fact tone as she pulled her finger from Tabby and lifted herself off my cock. "I don't think either of you have far to go from the feel of you two."

"Wait," I protested momentarily as Tabby turned around to face me and lowered herself down over me. She reached between her legs to capture my cock and then settled down on me, slowly sinking down on my well lubricated cock with her sopping wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhh fuck yes. I can never get enough of this," she moaned softly as she started to bounce her ass up and down, sliding herself up and down my shaft a few inches.

Sylvia knelt down next to me and leaned over me, bringing one of her tits to my mouth. "Suck on this sweetie. I don't mind sharing, as long as I'm getting some attention too!"

"You sure?" I asked before she pressed her tit into a cone and pushed it between my lips, both cutting off anything else I might say and answering my question at the same time. I moved one arm to reach up between her legs and started to gently stroke her pussy in time with Tabby's strokes up and down my cock. Not lasting long was going to be an understatement very quickly with all the stimulation I had.

"OH FUCK!" Tabby screamed suddenly, jamming her pussy down on my shaft. I felt her convulse around me, her squeezing pussy pushing me over the last little edge that was holding me back. I grunted around the tit in my mouth as my body bucked, trying unsuccessfully to jam up into her as I spouted shot after shot of hot cum up into her tight pussy.

"Oh god," I groaned as my body bucked over and over, pumping the seed that Sylvia had enticed into Tabby. I finally lay back, little tremors and jerks occasionally hitting me as I lay below the two women panting.

"Well, looks like we all got a nice happy ending, though I was thinking I might want to spend the night for a few more of those marvelous climaxes you're so good at giving me. But I think you're going to be busy with someone else," Sylvia said as she pushed herself up and stepped around me to find her dress where I'd dropped it.

"Oh. I don't think so," Tabby offered up quickly. "I mean I heard you guys down here and couldn't help but watch, well at least until I couldn't help but join in. Anyway, we have a really early day tomorrow, so I doubt my dad would be much company."

"Oh? Early day?"

"Yeah. We leave on vacation tomorrow."

"Where you going?" Sylvia asked as she stepped into her slinky blue dress.

"Can't tell you. It's a secret."

"So George, I mean, your dad doesn't know where you're going?"

"Nope. Total surprise. Diane and I planned it all out."

"Well. Now that is interesting," she said as she pulled the dress up over her breasts. She stepped over and squatted down next to me and reached out to stroke my face. "When you get back you'll have to tell me all about it."

"Oh he will!" Tabby answered quickly with a huge grin.

"See you when you get back lover boy!" Sylvia said before heading for the stairs, carrying her high heels. "And you can keep the bottle until I come back next time!" she called as she bounded up the stairs.

"Why do I get the feeling I spoiled something?" Tabby asked looking down at my frowning face.

"Because I was kind of thinking it might be nice to spend a few more hours with Sylvia."

"Don't you think it's a little weird fucking my gynecologist?"

"No more than you walking up and stuffing your muff in her face," I answered. "Come on. Since I'm not getting any more we might as well get cleaned up and ready for bed."

"You can have more with me, if you want that is."

"Tabby. As good as you feel around me, and as hot as you look to me, don't you think it's a little weird fucking your dad?"

"Depends on who's asking," she answered with a grin. She lifted off of my cock, our combined cum leaking from her and dribbling to the floor as she stood next to where I lay, her hand held out for me. I took her hand and let her pull me up from the floor before she walked away, picking her clothes up off the stairs before heading up and out of view.

"Damn," I said quietly, wishing that she would have understood what I was driving at instead of brushing it off the way she did. I mean it did feel good to have her, but the feeling of wrongness just wouldn't go away. I collected my clothes and headed up to the main floor, turning off the light on the way.

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After nearly a whole day in airports or planes we could finally see our destination out the windshield of the eight seat seaplane we had spent the last hour in. We'd be into the small island before the sun finished its trek down toward the horizon behind us. After pointing out the island, which was shaped a lot like an irregular dinner plate with a bite taken out of it, the pilot started our descent toward the large bitten out segment, which he explained was the lagoon we were to land in. I had to admit I was more than ready to be done with traveling for the day.