"DADDY, HOW COULD YOU SLEEP WITH THIS BITCH!!!"
Uh oh, I am in trouble. My daughter Nicole has finally come back home from her celebration. She was furiously clutching the candy canes in her hand. I now know what it is like to be tied to a railroad track and seeing the speeding train only a few feet from you.
In bed with me was my other daughter, Natalie. Nicole and Natalie were cross-state rivals on their respective volleyball teams, unaware that they were identical twins. Nine hours ago, Nicole's team defeated Natalie's for the state championship. After the game, the two nearly came to blows when it was discovered that Natalie's motorcycle was vandalized. Nicole went out with her teammates to celebrate their win. Meanwhile, I took Natalie home and revealed to her I was her father. I had taken Nicole's virginity two nights before under the Christmas tree she chose, and last night I took Natalie's virginity under the same tree. I looked at the clock. 5:43am. How ironic that it was exactly at this time over eighteen years ago that these beautiful twin girls were born by my ex-wife, Natasha.
Natalie felt cocky. She actually had to gall to say, "He's MY daddy now." With gall like that, you'd think she was my daughter. Oh wait, she is. "Don't worry, he didn't pop my cherry in this bed." Nicole looked slightly relieved. "He did it under the Christmas tree."
"MY CHRISTMAS TREE!!!"
Oh shit.
With that, Nicole jumped over me to lay her hands on Natalie. I'm glad I instinctly placed my arms over my crotch, or I might have been kneed in the testicles. Nicole was trying to choke the life out of Natalie. Myself, I was diving for cover, falling out of my bed with a thump. I reached for my glasses to get a better view. By this time the bed covers were totally off. Natalie was totally naked, while Nicole was only covered by a red satin bra and panties; she must have planned to further celebrate with her daddy her win, only to see her hated rival, who she still doesn't know is her twin, having obviously fucked her beloved daddy. Any other two females fighting over me I could readily enjoy, but this one I had to be concerned.
Natalie was finally fully awake. She also had more rest while Nicole was partying all night. She managed to force Nicole's hands from her throat, and then turned Nicole over, finally saying her first words in this conflict, "YOU BITCH!!!"
In their struggle, the twins managed to drop off the bed, nearly kicking their daddy where it would really hurt. I jumped like I haven't in twenty-five years, landing on my bed in hopes of safety. Nicole's red satin bra sprung from her bountiful breasts due to Natalie's machinations, followed by Nicole's panties ripped from her as well. Now both my girls were buck naked trying to choke each other. They managed to stand up and carry their fight to the main hall. I took the opportunity to put on my sleeping shorts and houseshoes, and then proceeded to follow the carnage. The twins were slamming each other into the kitchen table, knocking off several jars and dishes of Christmas candies we had purchased for the holiday. I had to suppress an urge to express my inner Joey Styles and scream out, "CATFIGHT, CATFIGHT!!!" They nearly knocked my great-grandmothers' china cabinet over. In it was a crystal fruit bowl that my mother once told me was willed to the first daughter in the line. Nicole always loved looking at it, and was looking forward to turning age 30 and claiming it; if she knew Natalie was 3 minutes ahead in claiming it, I fear this catfight would be even worse than it is now.
They took their fight into the living room, knocking into the Christmas tree. Now Nicole, Natalie, and the tree wrestled each other. It was a mass of pine-covered legs, arms, and tits. Each of my girls were trying to make the other one swallow the tree. It took both of them three minutes to stand up, and only a few seconds to go back at each other. These girls were last in this house together seventeen years ago when it was still my mother's. Then they were beating their rattles; now they are beating each other. Was it my imagination or were both of their pussies quite wet.
The fight went back into kitchen only long enough to go onto the back porch, and through the back door into outside, falling down the three stairs to the driveway. All the Christmas lights I had hang on the back stairway went with them. My girls were now buck naked fighting outside. Good lord. I'm glad it's ridiculously early in the morning, so no one would see this. I stepped outside. GOD DAMN, it is fucking FREEZING out here. No snow through, so the girls were rampaging through leaves that fell in October that I have been too lazy to rake. It looked like they were finally starting to tire.
I saw my chance. When they once again stood up after fighting through the leaves, I grabbed each of their lovely buttocks, bending my hand around the still plugged in lights, and stuck the middle finger of each hand up their sweet asses. Both went "AAH!" I knew I had to take charge while I still could. I forced them both inside and had each collapse into the bathtub. I turn the shower on, full cold water and no hot water. Both yelped. Instead of fighting each other, they were desperately trying to protect themselves from the frigid H2O. With my long left hand I held one twin's hands together, and I held the other's with my right.
"THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH!" I was trying to quickly regain the authority my fatherhood granted me. "Nicole, meet Natalie..."
"I know who this bitch..."
"SILENCE", I said in the best Achmed the Dead Terrorist manner. "She is your identical twin sister. I told her about it only a few hours ago. Your mother took her away from us over seventeen years ago." Dispiritedly, I closed the toilet bowl and sat on the toilet. "I let you fight just now as I figured you two had over seventeen years of fighting to get out of your system. But now...IT'S OVER!"
I looked at Nicole and Natalie. Other fathers would say they had cute daughters or pretty daughters, but I had BEAUTIFUL daughters. They were still shivering from the cold as they used the same towel to warm themselves. It was my bath towel, and I saw they were sniffing it, as if trying to get closer to me. I took my towel and said, "Now both of you stay quiet." I took the towel and dried both of them. They breasts were jumping forth due to both girls trying to catch their breath. Before I could try to determine who was who due to their preferred perfume, but now the only way to tell was seei ng how much hair their pussies had; Nicole's was perfectly shaved, and Natalie's was as shaved as I could get with electric shears. Placing who I believed to be Nicole in my left arm and Natalie in my right, I brought them together in an embrace, holding a breast in each hand. "Now go downstairs." They hesitated. "NOW!"
We went downstairs and into Nicole's bedroom. "This is now both of y'all's room." They started to speak. "SILENCE!" I took one into my lap, looked at her pussy to see it was Natalie, and flipped her. Nicole was shocked when I gave five quick spanks of Natalie's lovely ass. "NO...MORE..FIGHTING...OUT...SIDE." Laying her onto the bed from my lap, I grabbed Nicole and did the same for her. "NO...MORE..FIGHTING...IN...SIDE." I placed her next to Natalie. "You WILL share the same bed, and I had better not hear any more fighting." Both of my girls were wide eyed, as if accepting their daddy's demands. I kissed my fingers on each hand, and laid them on the separate pussies. I entered both girls' exquisite pussies, and rubbed each of their g-spots for five seconds. I kissed both hard on their lips. "We are all the only ones each of us have; don't squander it. Now go to sleep. Your daddy's an old man and needs his shut eye." With that I touched them into bed, turned on the nightlight, and shut the door. I wearily climbed the stairs. Setting the Christmas tree back up, I went back into my room, and saw that it was 6:31 am. Way too fucking earlier in the morning to be up. Slipping out of my sleeping shorts, I collapsed onto my bed, ignoring the massive erection I achieved due to the early morning's mishap.
The closing of the front door woke me up. I turned my head; 2:19 pm. I started to wipe the sleep from my eye. I heard footsteps and giggling. I looked down my body; I never placed my comforter over me, and my cock was at full attention. It must have known what was going to happen.
