Meeting My Daughters

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This is a work of fiction intended for a mature audience over eight (18) years of age. This story contains acts of sex, incest, lesbianism, and violence. It is not intended for underage readers or those who object to such content. By continuing to read, you affirm and confirm that you are over the legal age of eighteen (18) and understand the content is explicit, of a sexual nature, and may contain violence and taboo sexual acts not recognized favorably by modern society. All active characters are of legal age and over the age of eighteen (18) years of age. All characters are fictional and do not represent any person living or dead. All characters are figments and creations of the author's imagination. Any resemblance of persons living or dead is strictly coincidental and not meant to be taken as reality.

Meeting His Daughters

I sat in a booth in the dark corner of the bar, drinking a Guinness when the door opened. The freezing January wind swept in two heavily clothed individuals. They were bundled up against the Sundance, Wyoming weather in heavy black coats with hoods, black knit baklava, black leather gloves, and black scarves across their faces. I would have taken them for locals or tourists, except for the Gargoyle eyewear they wore. I had seen the same eyewear worn by Military Intelligence during my time in the army. Sure, civilians wore them, but to see two civilians wearing the same smoky-gray eyewear was few and far between, especially in the middle of the winter. These were or had been with the Explosive Ordinance Disposal (EOD) unit. I did not get a warm, fuzzy feeling from them as they surveyed the bar like Centurions on a mission.

When the door opened again, another individual stepped in. Dressed as the others, I instantly knew this was the leader and wondered how many more were outside, securing the perimeter. The other question on my mind was why? I tensed as the leader zeroed in on me. They led the other two to my booth. They halted next to my booth as the two turned to survey the bar in a protective posture. I knew I was in trouble and didn't know why.

With a flurry of movement, the leader shocked me to my core. They flipped the hood, took off the eye wear, and unwrapped the scarf from around their head. The face that appeared and stared directly at me threw me for a loop. It was a face I never thought I'd see again.

"David," the once beautiful but now gorgeous, dark brown hair woman said as she sat down in the booth.

"Julie. What do I owe this pleasure? Or is this all business?" I asked with suspicion in my mind.

"I need you," she replied with a slight smirk that vanished a moment after I saw it. "Is there someplace we can talk? In private?"

"After the last time I saw you, I think in private wouldn't be the best idea," I responded, bringing a smile to her face.

"What was so bad about the last time we met?" She inquired, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "I remember having quite a lot of fun."

"Isn't it usually the guy that leaves without a word or follow-up phone call?" I asked disdain in my voice. "I looked for you. No one would tell me a thing. Your apartment was boxed up and shipped out. I spent three years wondering what I had done. And now, you walk into this bar and tell me you need me. I would ask how you found me, but I know you'll tell me you have your ways."

"Actually, I called your brother. I'm sorry to hear about your parents and wife," she said, sadness in her tone and eyes for a moment.

"People die," I responded. Now, what do you want?" I asked a bit too harshly, causing the two individuals to look back at me.

"Like I said, I need you. There aren't many people I can truly trust. In fact, the only ones I can trust with my life are right here," she said, wincing in pain.

"Are you okay?" I asked, noticing how her left arm stayed at her side and not on the table as her right hand was.

"I'm fine. I would really prefer to discuss things in private," she reiterated.

"I have a motel room next door," I told her.

"That would be fine," she replied and started to get up, both individuals reached down to help her out of the booth, which threw up red flags for me.

"I'm fine, girls," she said, standing and putting her scarf back on.

I finished my drink and stood. The two flinched but stepped back. I put on my coat and baklava before walking to the counter to pay my bill. The bartender, a pretty blonde with breasts spilling out of her tight, white blouse, smiled.

"Come back anytime. I get off at 3 am," she winked.

"I'll remember that," I smiled back.

I led the three out of the bar into the harsh Wyoming night. As I had told Julie, my motel room was next door to the bar, and I stopped at the front desk.

"I need another room next to mine, if possible," I told the man at the desk.

I registered and paid for the room.

"You didn't have to do that," Julie said, and I looked at her with a knowing look. "Thank you."

I handed the two key cards before heading to my second-floor room. The two followed close, but Julie was right next to me. I opened the door to my room and let the three proceed inside as I checked behind us. Julie's sudden and unannounced appearance in my life had me on edge, and there was a sense of foreboding in the air.

"Alright, take it off," I said once I closed and locked the door.

"What?" One of the two asked.

"Julie. Take off the coat," I verified.

I took off my coat and tossed it on the floor under the small table by the door.

"Gun!" The two said, producing pistols, as my concealed holster showed as my shirt rode up when I took my coat off.

"Take it easy, girls. If David were going to do something, he would have already done it," Julie said. "Nice to see you still carry."

"Old habits," I smiled as she started taking her coat and cold-weather clothes off before

I had set the heat to maximum, and the room was still chilled. I saw the blood staining Julie's shirt on the left shoulder once her coat was off. I grabbed my suitcase and opened it. I pulled out a field trauma kit. Julie sat down on the bed. I pulled a chair to the side of the bed.

"That isn't a normal item to have in a suitcase," one of the individuals said, eyeing the first aid kit.

"No questions, girls," Julie instructed them.

"Care to explain? I think the bullet hole is one reason you're here, what's the rest? Take off your shirt," I said as I unzipped the bag and pulled out the needed items.

One of the individuals came to help Julie get her shirt off. The bandage underneath was soaked. My eyes focused on her near-perfect 36DD breasts, hidden behind her bra once the shirt was off.

"My eyes are up here, David," Julie laughed and winced at the pain.

"Can't help it. I haven't seen those perfect breasts in a very long time," I smiled as I moved closer, antiseptic and gauze pads in hand.

"Yeah, I saw how you and the bartender were eyeing each other up," Julie smirked.

"Oh, that. That was nothing. I make the trip here once a month. I stay here every time,"

I said, removing the bandage and starting to clean the wound.

"What do you do, Mr. Lamar?" The individual by the door asked.

"Truck driver," I replied, hating to see Julie wince as the antiseptic stung.

"Bullshit," they said.

"It's okay, Amy. David will tell us what he is really doing when and if he wants. For now, let's just be civil," Julie said.

The person standing next to Julie and me began taking off their cold-weather clothes. When the hood came down, and the scarf came off, my hands shuddered as I looked up.

The long dark brown hair, hazel-gray eyes, and luscious lips reminded me of Julie. As she took off her coat, her hair tumbled down her back. Her breasts pressed against the red button-down blouse she wore. She was as gorgeous as Julie.

"Amber," Julie said, noticing my look. "My daughter. That's Amy by the door."

When I turned, Amy was taking off her cold-weather clothing, and I was stunned as her beauty emerged.

"Twins," Julie smiled as I took in their beauty.

Turning, I refocused on Julie's wound, but their images floated in my mind's eye. Julie kept a smirk even when she winced from the pain while I cleaned and redressed the wound. The bullet had passed clean through and missed the bone. I thought about suturing the wound but thought better of it. I pulled out a syringe of painkiller and injected it in her arm before producing an antibiotic shot. I injected the antibiotic before speaking.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" I asked.

"I was tracking a shipment of explosives that came across the Canadian border a week ago. I lost it in Seattle. Command told me to stand down. You know me, I couldn't let it go. I picked up the shipment coming across the country in St. Louis," Julie explained.

"That's where you got shot?" I asked.

"Yes. Since Command shut down my investigation, I had to call in the reserves," Julie said, smiling at her twins.

"Mom called us, and we met here in St. Louis, but she had already been shot," Amy told me.

"I still say we need to take you to a hospital," Amber said.

"Can't do that. Hospitals and Urgent Cares ask too many questions," I interrupted.

"Exactly. Command would have me detained, and I would lose the shipment," Julie continued. "I need your help. I don't trust anyone outside of this room. The shipment is headed for DC."

"Proof?" I asked but knew the answer. "Of course not. Gut feeling, right?"

"Gut feeling has always proved enough in the past," Julie chuckled.

"That was then, and you always found hard evidence eventually. Where do we go from here?" I was afraid to ask but had to.

"We need equipment and weapons. This group is well-organized and well-funded," she informed me.

"Equipment will be tricky if anyone is tracking you. I could call my brother. He works at an Army Depot. He should have access to decommissioned equipment. Weapons we can pick up on our way. We'll have to stop at my place in Ohio. But first, I think you should stay in bed," I told her.

"You always knew how to turn me on," Julie smiled.

"Mom, don't you think you should cover up?" Amy asked from the door.

"It's nothing David hasn't already seen," Julie smirked at me. "Why don't you girls go to your room and get settled in? I'm sure David can keep watch."

"Come on, Amy. Let's get the bags from the car," Amber said, starting to put her coat on.

"Where did you park?" I asked, grabbing my coat.

"Around the block from the bar," Amy said.

"Give me the keys. What type and color of vehicle?" I asked, checking my pistol.

"Blue Sonata," Amber said, handing me the key fob.

"I'll pull up out front. You grab your bags, and I'll ditch the car someplace else," I told them.

"Amber. Go with him. David, can you follow her in your vehicle and discard it further out? You can bring her back," Julie suggested.

"Sure, but I'm driving a semi-truck. The trailer is in the yard until morning," I told her. "Big sleeper, so plenty of room for everyone and less conspicuous than the vehicle they probably are tracking."

"True. We'll see you back here in twenty minutes. If we don't see or hear from you by then, it's been nice knowing you," Julie said.

"Likewise," I said as Amber and I headed out the door.

I walked with Amber to the parked vehicle. I opened the door as she pulled security. I had her stand further back as I started the car in case someone tampered with it. Once it was running, Amber and I switched places. I made my way back to my truck, with Amber following in the car. I climbed up into the cab and started the engine. I kept my mind from wandering for the moment as I pulled out to follow Amber out of town.

Ten miles outside of town, we stashed the car at a closed gas station. Amber climbed up into the passenger seat.

"I called Mom and told her we had to take the car further out and would be back within the hour," Amber said with a sly smile.

"We'll be back before then," I said as I shifted into gear and pulled onto the road.

"How do you know, Mom?" She asked, removing her coat.

My eyes bulged as I noticed the top four buttons of her shirt were undone, and her large, perky breasts were on display.

"34DD," Amber smiled. "Want to see?"

Before I could answer, she unbuttoned the rest of her buttons, exposing her bra-covered breasts. She unfastened her bra, and her magnificent breasts spilled out. Her nipples were hard, from the cold or arousal, it didn't matter. Her areola were large pick circles. She lifted one breast and licked her nipple.

"Want a taste?" She asked seductively.

"I don't think your mother would approve," I countered, trying to keep my mind on the road and failing.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. I get so horny when Mom calls us to help out on an investigation. I think it's the thrill. I just can't help myself. I have to masturbate," she told me, unfastening her pants, sliding a hand inside, and starting to moan.

I slowed down to a crawl as I listened and glanced at her, pleasuring herself. She was moaning louder and louder. I spotted a parking lot, pulled in, and parked but left the truck running. I had intended to watch, but Amber had other intentions. She shimmied out of her pants and thong and took off her blouse and bra. She got out of the seat and moved into the 60-inch sleeper behind the seats. I took in every inch of her nude body. The thin strip of hair that led to her nether region, the small hummingbird tattoo on her right ass cheek, and the dog tags she had around her neck that rested between her glorious orbs.

"Joining me?" She asked with a wiggle of her ass.

I crawled in after her as she lay on the bunk. She reached out and grabbed me, pulling me in for a heated kiss. Her tongue drove into my mouth as her hands fought to get my clothes off. She was hornier than I had ever seen a female and went with it. I was lying on top of her in moments, our lips connected and our hands roaming. I slipped down to her nether regions and let my tongue get acquainted with her more personal anatomy. She grabbed my head as my tongue flicked across her clit, and a finger sought the entrance to her tunnel of love. Her back arched when my finger found her G-spot, and I bit down on her clit. She climaxed, her legs squeezing my head as her hands pulled me harder into her soft, wet vagina. I ate her out for a while until she couldn't take any more.

She pulled on my head to draw me up to her mouth, and a kiss rocked my world. I felt her hand grab my erect manhood and direct it to her entrance. I pushed hard against the opening. She was tight but opened slowly to my relentless pressure. She moaned when the head pushed in. She groaned in pain as my girth opened her up. Her arms and legs wrapped around me as I pushed further into her.

"Now that is what I call a hard cock," she chuckled and pulled me further in.

I started a slow rhythm in and out as the heat built. I pounded her harder, and she begged for more. She was screaming as she climaxed over and over. She was so fucking hot. I couldn't hold out for long. She screamed when she felt me erupt inside her, bathing her cervix with semen.

"Wow, you are better than Mom told us," Amber laughed as I collapsed next to her, her hands going to her dripping tunnel.

She collected the overflow and lifted her hands to her lips. She grinned as I watched her lick the cum from her hands. The look on her face was priceless. I wanted to ask what Julie had said about e but refrained.

"Damn, you taste good," she giggled.

"I'm glad you like it," I laughed.

"Oh, I do," she said as she rolled over on me and down to my manhood.

She took my limp member into her mouth, licking and sucking. She cleaned every drop of cum off. When she was finished, she grabbed her thong and wiped the cum off that was being expelled. She handed me her thong before starting to get dressed.

"We should get back," she smirked.

I got dressed and stowed her thong in the storage compartment under the bunk. I climbed into the driver's seat. She stepped to my side and kissed me.

"I hope we have a chance to do that again soon," she laughed before taking a seat.

"So do I," I admitted, putting the truck into gear.

Julie and Amy were waiting when we returned. Amber had the perfect story of having to find the right place to leave the car and the weather causing us to drive slowly. I saw the look in Amy's eye that she didn't believe a word of it. Julie showed no sign of not believing her daughter, though.

"We'll see you in the morning," Julie said as they retired to their room.

I lay back on the bed and pondered what was happening. Amy had cleaned up the wound care trash and disposed of it someplace outside the room. I turned the light off, got undressed, and slipped into bed. I placed my gun next to my leg. Most people place the gun under their pillow, but I didn't like the thought of fighting to get at my gun or the possibility of it going off near my head. I was asleep before I knew it, Amber having worn me out with our little impromptu sex.

I was awakened when the room door creaked open. My hand went to my gun until I saw the silhouette of one of the twins coming in the door. Amber was back for seconds. The door closed, and I could see her taking her coat off by the light filtering in from outside. Her long brown hair tumbled down her back. What I didn't expect was that she was naked underneath. She dropped her coat and crawled on top of me. She kissed me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth with more force than before. She pulled away from the kiss and moved to straddle my face. Her moist vagina pressed hard as she began to grind against my face.

"Eat me out, damnit. Do to me what you did to Amber," she ordered, and the knowledge of it being Amy hit me in an arousing manner.

I began to lick as I wrapped my arms over her thighs. My tongue went to work as she began to moan. I moved a hand to her entrance and inserted a finger, finding her G-spot as easily as I had her twin. She was grinding against my face as if she was trying to punish me. I didn't care. I was enjoying myself as she moaned. I slipped a finger into her ass, bringing a gasp from her. She froze for a moment.

"Holy shit," she screamed as she climaxed.

She began to grind against my face again, and I went to work on her pussy. She was wilder than Amber. She squirted as I slipped two more fingers into her tunnel. She floated my bed and pillow before collapsing on the bed next to me.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "That was outstanding. I have never orgasmed that hard before."

"Just wait," I said as I rolled her to her hands and knees, entering her from behind.

She started off moaning, but after a few minutes, she was screaming. I jackhammered her, pulling her hair to keep her against me. She tried to lower her chest to the bed, but I would pull her back when she started. She was wetter than Amber and tightened around me every time I plunged into her. She climaxed several times, her velvety tunnel gripping me tight. I exploded inside her, pulling out as the second load sprayed out, coating her pussy lips with cum. I shot the third load across her back. She laughed as she collapsed to the bed, and I fell beside her.

"Holy fuck. You are good," Amy chuckled. "Better than what Mom told us."

"What did your mother tell you?" I asked.

"I told them that you were a fucking asshole," Julie nearly screamed as she opened the door.

I looked up to see a very angry mother bear storming into my motel room, pistol in hand and blood staining the bandage on her shoulder. The fact that she was topless didn't faze her.

"Out," she growled at her daughter, who jumped up, grabbed her coat, and rushed from the room.

Amy caught Julie off guard as she rushed back into the room, leaned over to kiss me, and rushed back out of the room. Julie slammed the door and locked it.