As I walked into my house after a six month tour in the Persian Gulf, I assumed that everyone would be asleep as my arrival was not expected until the next day. Everyone was not asleep; in fact, my wife of nineteen years and our son were fucking like rabbits on the kitchen table.
âOh my god!â I tried to say in a muffled shriek. I quickly came to my senses and shut the door, leaving everything as I had found it. I decided that I would return tomorrow at the expected time and pretend that this had never happened. I spent the night in a ritzy downtown hotel, an extravagance facilitated by my poker winnings at sea. I also got a fine call girl. She was a gorgeous leggy blonde, almost exactly like my two twin daughters. I missed their eighteenth birthday while I was at sea. I wondered what they thought about their mother and elder brotherâs having sex. I actually had trouble keeping my mind on the blonde who was smoking my pole like a fine Cuban cigar. I focused back on the task at hand as I entered her doggy style. My new resolve came from the thought of fucking my two beautiful daughtersâŠat the same time.
When I arrived home the next day about noon, all was seemingly as I had left it six long months ago, but I knew that my home had been changed to a new track and I also new that I was going to ride that track right into my twin daughters. My wife and I had great sex that night. I neglected to mention that she is a ravishing redhead with gorgeous 38 DD breasts. Her right breast is slightly larger, but this can only be noticed upon very close examination. We have always been very promiscuous and open in our relationship; in fact she has, with my permission, fucked most of the guys on our block. I have in turn tagged most of their wives.
The next morning, my two daughters and I sat around the breakfast room table. We were home alone because my wife was bringing my son to an out of town rugby competition. My daughters were still in their pajamas with their healthy C cup breasts, hard nipples and all, protruding from their slim figures. I could tell that they were both keeping their eyes on my boxers through the glass table. I was also keeping tabs on their movements through the table.
âGirls! You seem in even better shape than when I left. Have yâall been working out?â I queried.
âNo, daddy, but we have well, you tell him Mandy,â replied Mindy.