It has been a few years since my last submissions to Literotica. As such, I wish to first thank jasmine for the time and effort she has given me in editing this series, as well as her editorial insight.
This is the second submission of a multi-part series based on true events. Admittedly, I have used a bit of "Artistic License" to help the flow and readability of the events. While not necessary, it is suggested they be read in sequence. The overall genre for this submission is Incest. However, the story builds to that point. Along the way the story will include multiple genres -- Mature, First Time, Anal, Exhibitionism, Group Sex, Lesbian and a little Fetish thrown in for a nice garnish. As such, should any of these not be your cup of tea, there are plenty other stories on here for your alternate selection.
As always, constructive criticism, suggestions, positive comments, etc. will be appreciated. I would also like to express my appreciation to all of you who took time to vote and/or post your comments on the first part of this story. And to those who actually took time from their schedule to drop me an email, please accept a personal "Thank you."
Only one request of you please. On the first part of this series, only a little over 1% of readers took time to vote on the story. So, please, if you take your time to read my submission, let me know how I'm doing by voting.
A follow up word of warning - rants from those who sign their respective comments as Anonymous will be deleted. If you don't have the balls to sign your NIM from here, go grow a set and then come back. For the rest of you, please enjoy!
Names have been changed for the other participants; and, all people involved were at least 18 years of age when this story took place. Any republication or use without the express written consent of the author is prohibited.
What's A Good Neighbor For? Part 02 - How Three Women Changed My Life Completely
Chapter 4
Reading, Writing and This Ain't Arithmetic!
I scratched my head for just a bit as I thought about Miranda's comment; Daddy, huh? Maybe she was just used to calling the man of the house Daddy, or, maybe it was something different. Pulling myself from that train of thought, I walked back to my house. Once inside, I went to the computer to set up some special files in a folder.
First I selected a special file I had on oral sex, more specifically, how to give the ultimate blowjob. It had been put together by a famous porn actress and had been touted as the ultimate guide to giving a blow job and how to deep throat a cock. Next, I found another missive on how to "milk" a man's cock during a blowjob by giving a prostate massage, complete with a short video showing the details "up close and personal." The final two files were on cunnulingus and analingus.
My goal was for the twins to "master" each of these skills and show me their progress each afternoon when I got home from work. As one final added feature, I found another file on girl-on-girl sex, complete with various toys and even some "how to's" on strap-on play. After looking over the entire assortment, with a growing smile creeping across my face, I zipped the folder and assigned a password that the girls would have to get from me.
I remembered something and went to the garage and opened the freezer. "Perfect", I thought as I pulled out the two 12 count boxes of Bomb Pops. These jumbo Popsicles would be perfect for the twins to use to master their developing skill set. While the giant popsicles were not as big in girth as my hard cock, they were almost as long. Racing back in the house, I put them in the freezer section of the side-by-side along with a Port-It note on the freezer door.
Going back to the computer, I wrote out a note instructing the girls that they must first do their class work and once it was finished to call me for the password to the folder. Feeling I had things in order for tomorrow, I headed for the master bedroom, more precisely the shower. Reluctantly, I felt it necessary to wash all the sex smell and cum from my body. After all, tomorrow was a work day.
As I stepped into the shower, my thoughts returned to Miranda and her calling me Daddy. My mind's eye also did a slow motion play back of the scene on the front porch of just not more than an hour ago. My cock sprang to full attention, so closing my eyes I began stroking my cock as thoughts of the twins and their Mom played through my head. In short order, I was shooting about five hard ropes of cum against the shower wall. With a bit of mild trepidation after finishing in the shower, I dried myself, went to the bedroom and crawled into bed.
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As Miranda closed the front door, she could feel rivulets running down her inner thighs. "What's come over me? I'm acting like a sex starved cum-slut," she thought. Then she thought of Doc's hard cock and how huge it felt in her hand. And then she blushed as she finally realized she had called Doc, Daddy. Barely making it to the sofa, Miranda collapsed in a sprawl and allowed her mind to do a series of flashbacks.
Miranda was the youngest of three siblings. She had a brother and sister (Paul and Paula) who were fraternal twins that were a little over a year older than she. Her Mom was only a little over eighteen when she had the twins and just barely over nineteen when she had Miranda. Miranda's Daddy was not quite four months older than her Mom. When she was just seventeen, her Mom had put her on birth control "just in case" there was a mistake.
Growing up she had heard her parents making love at all times of day and night, and not just in their bedroom. When her brother and sister were around eighteen or maybe nineteen, she thought she heard them making the same sounds from their two bedrooms at night; and, at times surprisingly from just a single bedroom.
