** All persons depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years old. **
This story is taboo with hints of incest and maybe ddlg / bdsm.
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"Dad, Helen, we're out of milk." Sara said, closing the fridge.
I don't remember the last time my daughter Sara called her mother (my wife) Helen "Mom." At age 18, she still hadn't forgiven Helen for having a child, her half-brother Eric, with another man. Sara loves Eric. I do too, fortunately, because his biological father just isn't interested. But we hid from Sara that I wasn't Eric's father for years, and when she overheard us talking about it and understood what must have happened she was furious. It was scary, the sight of her green eyes welling up with tears and becoming blood shot, her beautiful and symmetric fair-skinned face twisting into an angry expression and turning bright red, all against the backdrop of her fiery red hair. She quickly became more of a daddy's girl than I would have thought possible.
I'm not sure if I forgave Helen, exactly. We ran the household together for the sake of the two kids. For for everyone's sake I wanted Sara to forgive Helen, but I couldn't persuade her.
We gave up on family vacations. Instead I occasionally took Sara and a couple of her friends to some destination, leaving Helen and Eric to figure out something for themselves.
Sara turned her friends into a cabal of cruel 18-year-olds joining in on her hatred toward Helen. They were respectful to me, and they looked down on Helen like she was dirt. Sara and her athletic, perfect-bodied friends, the twins Elsa and Caroline, once looked at Helen in her swimsuit and started talking loudly about how people's skin sags as they age, especially if they're overweight. I suggested not being so hurtful, and Sara paused and then agreed a little too easily, making me suspect she had something even worse in mind.
From that day, Sara, Elsa, and Caroline started to behave as though they saw me less as an authority figure and more as a person, a fellow adult. But with that came something unexpected. They used to avoid Helen and me in the house. They continued to avoid Helen, but now they always seemed to find an excuse to hang out where I was. I figured it was my imagination, but once in a while Elsa or Caroline (maybe it was both of them in alternation; I hadn't learned to tell them apart) started looking at me with a hint of attraction in their faces. It all made me uncomfortable, especially with Elsa and Caroline's dad being friend and colleague of mine.
As it was, I had a hard time not staring at the twins. They and Sara spent hours around our backyard pool as if running a daily bikini fashion show or, more likely, trying to figure out what swimsuit and what pose, wet or dry, would get the most attention from the neighborhood boys who, of all the streets in the neighborhood, could only be found walking aimlessly up and down ours. But what really got me was their faces -- their high cheekbones, their perfect skin, their upturned upper lips, their natural blonde hair, and their aqua blue eyes that felt like they could join our souls together if I maintained eye contact for too long.
I overheard boys saying that Sara, with her red hair and green eyes, was as hot as Elsa and Caroline, which made me both uncomfortable and proud. She had a slightly fuller figure, just perfect for filling out a pair of extremely short shorts, the bottoms of her ass cheeks exposed at the bottom. It made me uncomfortable to notice, but I did.
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The night things started to get a little out of control, Helen and Eric were out of town and the girls talked me into watching a movie with them. It was boring. I fell asleep and woke up feeling amazing with a bulge in my pants, opening my eyes to see 3 pairs of eyes looking back at me.
"Mr. Walker, glad you got some rest after a HARD day of work." said one of the twins, glancing down at my crotch and putting a finger in her mouth as I made a belated attempt to hide the situation between my legs.
"Yeah," said the other twin sweetly, fondling my knee with one hand and cupping one of her breasts with the other. "I wish I were ENDOWED with your ability to sleep so soundly." She winked.
I thought about what Elsa and Caroline's Dad would think, and I started, "I don't think your parents would th--"
"Don't worry Mr. W, our parents aren't here. They know we always have a nice time with Sara at her house and that we're in a good mood when we come home."
The twins were beaming. I thought Sara would be really awkward about it, but she seemed calm, even pleased.
"We'd better call it a night. Goodnight, Daddy." Sara kissed me on the cheek.
The twins were smart, independent girls, but sometimes they took on a girlish demeanor and seemed almost obedient to Sara, taking her lead without exactly being asked.
"Goodnight, Daddy Walker." said each twin, kissing me on opposite cheeks. They left long before I could think what to say.
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From there, it was a game of endless teasing for the twins. They taught me how to tell one from the other and then tried to trick me into confusing them by swapping outfits multiple times in one visit. A few times they ate bananas suggestively, their perfect lips sliding sensually up and down the light yellow shaft while looking innocently into my eyes. They got bored of this, or maybe they started to find it too cliche.
One day Elsa wore a white t-shirt with no bra, a short black skirt and white thigh-high stockings with heels. The outline of a garter belt under her tight skirt was obvious, and her skirt just barely reached the top of her stockings. She got me to follow her as she walked very slowly up the stairs, claiming the bathroom faucet was broken. With her fingers she pulled up her skirt a little at the back and drew attention to the soft yet firm bare skin between the lacy top of her white stocking and the bottom of her ass check. When she showed me the problem with the sink, she bent over unnecessarily, increasing the gap between her skirt and stockings. Somehow she got water all over her shirt, the wetness emphasizing how her breasts stood up pertly unsupported despite their fairly large size. There was nothing wrong with the faucet. Apparently there was nothing wrong with my dick, either, as Elsa was staring amused at my full erection straining against my pants, her soft, red lips open slightly. She squeezed one of her now-hard nipples between her fingers with one hand and started pulling at her skirt with the other before excusing herself, brushing her breasts against my arm as she passed. What was she playing at? When we went back downstairs Elsa and Sara exchanged a knowing look.
Another day Caroline, wearing a bikini with a ruched bottom that accentuated the athletic shape of her ass, stood on a step ladder in the kitchen and talked me into holding her steady her while she reached her long, beautiful body for the top shelf to reach a pitcher. I started with my hands around her waist, but she insisted I move them down to her hips with my thumbs and the heels of my hands on her ass. "It's better this way." This combined with the feeling of her hips and ass in my hands was a lot to handle, and I could feel stirring in my pants even before I felt a pair of gentle hands on my hips.
"Don't worry, Mr. W. I'm here to support you!" joked Elsa, her hands sliding to the front of my pants, her fingers touching the tops of my quads. I felt the warmth of Elsa's firm breasts pressing into my back. "You're both safe in my hands." Elsa said in a low voice with a tone that seemed sexual now. I felt her nose press into my left armpit and heard her inhale deeply. "God, you smell good." Her fingers explored a little closer to my groin, just enough to feel the strain of the fabric where I was pitching a tent, and she stopped.
Caroline put down the pitcher she grabbed from the top shelf and then used both hands to hold my hands against her body as she rotated around to face me. She forced my left hand to slide along the back of her bikini bottom and my right to slide along the front. My face was inches from the front of her bikini bottom, which had a V notch at the top pointing down toward her groin. Her stomach was flat with just a little bit of softness. With Elsa in the way, I couldn't step back. This seemed planned. Helen was outside and could see some of what was going on through the kitchen window; she looked mortified. "Good job, Daddy." whispered Sara, squeezing my upper arm between her hand and the side of her breast. With her other hand she stroked gently just below my rib cage and, with a dark expression of vengeful satisfaction, gazed out the window at her mortified mother.
Helen didn't deserve this, but Sara clearly thought she did.
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The game escalated again in front of the TV. I woke up from a nap to feel a hand on my upper thigh. "Look, you made me wake up Daddy Walker! Now give it back!" Elsa was on my left. Her hand wasn't leaving my upper thigh as she reached over me toward Caroline and the TV remote she was fighting for. Caroline moved away and Elsa lurched toward her sister, landing her pelvis across my thighs. She held the position for a second. Did she know her skirt had slid up so high at the back? She started to move slowly, sensually, grinding her body against my thighs and groin. This short short lap dance was making me hard. Abruptly holding still, Elsa asked, "Sara, is this the position he spanks you in?"
I had no idea Sara was in the room. Sara stepped up, lifted Elsa's skirt even higher and spanked her hard, athletic ass. "None of your business, and you two are being bad." Sara's voice was calm, dark, dominant. She continued with harder spanking, and then she progressed to a massaging movement on Elsa's ass and inner thighs near her pussy, causing Elsa to grind up against me. My daughter was guiding a lap dance for me and nearly fingering her friend. Sara looked a little flush, and by the time she stopped her nipples were hard. Elsa slowly moved back off me, placing her hand back on my upper thigh for longer than necessary as she returned to her seat. "Sorry Mr. Walker. Caroline can be really immature." Elsa touched my upper chest and squeezed my pec. The twins cuddled up against me from each side, deliberately pressing one breast against me. Elsa had lifted up her skirt at the front and was resting one hand between her thighs, her thumb rubbing over her panties. Sara tapped Caroline on the hip, motioning her to move up onto my lap, and I felt my daughter cuddle up against me. "Daddy, for my 19th birthday, the 4 of us should go to Miami Beach."
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