There once was an old man named Sean McAlpine who was very a lonely man. He lived by himself down in a bog at the base of McAlpine's Mountain, literally in the middle of nowhere. The house itself was nearly inaccessible except to the most adventurous and then only if you knew the way to get to it, but that was how the old man liked it. He may have been lonely, but he defended his solitude with an almost religious fervor.
Sean's one passion in life was playing the great Highland bagpipes. He had once lived amongst people who had no concept of what the pipes meant to Sean and who harassed him from his home. His family rejected him whenever they heard the skirl of the pipes. He even had soundproofed his special room to no avail. His wife, Susanna, and their twin daughters, Dawn and Eve, professed to all and sundry their immense hatred of the sounds of "Blue Bonnets," "Cock o' the North," "The Black Bear," "The Three Ravens," or "Flowers of the Forest," amongst many other tunes played on his bagpipes. Susanna and the twins, who were twelve years old at the time, eventually left Sean with a huge empty house and a myriad of neighbors who complained even louder than before whenever he played a note.
Sean gave it all up after about three months of the complaints and moved himself and his rather sizeable fortune to the base of the mountain that bore his grandfather's, and his, name. Here he could play the pipes from dawn until sunset and never bother a soul. Here he could find peace and pursue his passion. That peace lasted for six years and it all ended one morning in the early spring of the seventh year of his self-imposed exile.
On that morning, Sean, dressed in his kilts had just started walking around his house playing "The Black Bear" when he saw two young girls walking and wading through the mist-covered bog that protected his house. As they got closer, Sean could have sworn the two young ladies looked familiar to him, but he just couldn't quite place where he had seen them before. He did note that they were lithesome young ladies who appeared to be twins and felt a long-forgotten stirring in his groin as his cock started to stiffen. Their clothes were wet and plastered to their bodies.
He played on as they neared the dry land surrounding his house. As they finally reached dry land, he finished his tune and allowed the air to escape through the drones. Silence fell over his little island.
"And what do you want in my swamp?"
"Daddy, don't you know your own daughters?"
"Dawn? Eve?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"How did you get here?"
"Well, we waded through some mighty cold water. Eve forgot to bring boots so we are a little blue around the toes."
"You're wet through and through."
"Yeah, we fell a couple of times, but Dawn managed to get us going again."
"Now, why are you here?"
"We came to see our father."
"And what did Susanna say about all this?"
"Not a word. Daddy, she died six months ago."
"Well, I am sorry to hear that. Now look at the two of you shivering in the cool breeze. Come inside and we'll see about getting you some dry clothes to put on while your's get dried in front of the fire."
Sean allowed his two daughters to enter the house before him just as the heavens opened up and a heavy summer rain began to fall. His eyes followed their swaying hips as they crossed the front porch. "Stop thinking like that! They're your daughters!" But Sean had been without female companionship for a long time and he felt the beginnings of an uprising between his legs.
The girls were amazed at the simplicity of the house which consisted of one big room with a fireplace on one wall and an unmade bed in the opposite corner. In unison, the girls wrinkled their noses at the masculine odors and their eyes rolled back in disbelief that their father would live in such conditions.
"You live here alone?"
"Yes, Eve, I live here alone. I don't bother anybody with my pipes and they don't complain about the tunes that I play whenever the mood strikes me...morning, noon, or midnight."
"Where's your bathroom?"
"Anyplace I feel like out there in the swamp. I do have a favorite place, but it's beginning to smell a bit too much and I'm going to have to find another one."
"How did you get electricity. We didn't see any electric poles or anything and where do you get your water from?" Dawn asked noticing the electric lights around the room and the sink with a leaky faucet.
"Ach, Dawn, the electric lines are buried in the swamp or underwater. Same with the pipes from my well. Now that cost a pretty penny."
"Why?"
"Why? Because the well is a good mile away from here. Do you know how expensive pipe is these days?"
"OK, where do we change and what do we change into?"
"Well, all I have are some oversized shirts that should cover you fairly well and I'll step outside while you're changing."
"It's raining cats and dogs out there! You can't go out in this weather."
"Well, there's no place else for me to go."
"Just turn your back if you think you have to keep from seeing our lovely young bodies. We'll hurry and you won't have to get wet."
The girls sat down and removed their wet shoes and socks. Sean turned his face away from the two girls as they began to unbutton their blouses. Without planning it, he ended up facing a half broken mirror which allowed him to see the girls as they undressed. First came the blouses and each reached behind the other to unclasp the bras holding their tits in bondage. Sean almost moaned aloud as four perfect breasts burst into view. The tips were a darker pink surrounded by an island of white on their tanned bodies.
His cock began to rise and he cursed himself for looking, closing his eyes tight. That lasted for about two seconds and he opened his eyes as the long jeans found their way to the floor. The girls stood up dressed only in skimpy thong panties that left little to the imagination.
Eve leaned towards Dawn and a series of giggles erupted from the two girls as they pulled their panties off to stand in all their naked glory in the middle of the room. Sean noticed that neither girl had shaved her pussy, that the flaming red pussy hair matched that on their heads. As they reached for the shirts, Sean could have sworn that Dawn's eyes had met his in the mirror for just a second--or had they?
Sean lost his fight with his cock which had grown even harder as he eyed his two lovely daughters in their impromptu strip-tease.
"Ok, Daddy. You can turn around now. There is so much we need to talk about."
"I know, the last time I saw the two of you, you were twelve years old and now look at you." Sean still hadn't turned to face the girls afraid they would see his hard cock tenting his kilt. Then he realized that his sporran should at least partially solve that problem and turned to face them.
"How did your mother die?" The girls were sitting on his bed with their legs slightly splayed. With a little effort, he could see the red hairs on their pussies. His cock responded by stiffening even more, to the point that it was getting painful and the sporran was now losing the battle with his cock. He sat down in the only chair and positioned himself so his cock wasn't all that obvious. He chided himself agasin for having feelings such as he was towards his own flesh and blood.
"Some drunk hit her car head-on. He lived and she died for his mistake. The bastard goes to court next week to face manslaughter charges. The most he'll get is life in prison, if that. He could still get paroled and never serve the full sentence."
"Well, I'm sorry she's dead. The only reason we ever fought was because of my playing bagpipe tunes in the house. Nobody seemed to like them."
"We did Daddy?"
"You did? You never showed that you liked them."
"We had to live with mother and went along with her feelings, but we secretly love the sound of the pipes and the way you played them. Will you play us a tune now?"
"No, I think I had better get us some breakfast, maybe I'll play for you later. Have you eaten?"
"Yes, we had something before we started out this morning. I know I'd like some coffee though. How about you Eve." Dawn stood up and moved towards the stove.
"Yeah, coffee would be nice. Do you have something to put some punch in it, Daddy?"
"Well, I have a bottle or two of good single malt Scotch around here somewhere."
"Make mine a Scottish coffee then, Dawn."
"Aye, aye, Eve." As Dawn raised her hand in a mock salute to her sister, it pulled the bottom of her shirt above the juncture of her legs, exposing her red bush to view. Sean's eyes were drawn to the revelation and his gaze was not missed by Eve as she saw where his gaze was directed. Eve saluted her sister back and her shirt also was raised above her flaming pubic hair. This time it was Dawn who caught the direction of Sean's eyes.
"So girls, how did you find me? I mean I haven't been hiding but this morass of mine isn't exactly on the beaten path."
"Well, Daddy, we sort of had an idea where you were," Dawn was splashing Scotch and coffee into three mugs, "and once we got in the neighborhood, we just followed our ears until we tripped through your swamp to find you. God! It's hot in here, Daddy. Do you mind if I just take this shirt off?"
"Well, you know you really shouldn't..." Sean's eyes were drawn to Dawn's magnificent cleavage as the shirt was just dropped beside the chair and she sat down. Dawn's breasts were like two morning doves settled on her chest with the pink nipples marking the center of two very pink circles. By this time Eve had also taken her shirt off and both girls were sitting stark naked in front of their father who was struggling to maintain his composure. His cock was definitely rising to the occasion and he took a good healthy slug of his Scottish coffee tasting more Scotch than coffee, or so it seemed.
