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My Two Daughters (Mgg cons inc ped)

Two daughters {Sigerson H.}


Mgg-cons-inc

Two Daughters

March 2001

The light was still on as I walked into the kitchen. I
sat down and looked at the papers, old photographs,
and envelopes scattered on the table. I thought back
to the time almost a year ago before my world changed
and fell apart and then came back together again. I
picked the envelope with Marla's name on it. 'For
Marla on her 16th birthday' was printed on it.

.

August 2000

Like many couples today, my wife June and I work long
hours just to keep our house together. This would have
been even more difficult if we hadn't managed to get
different shifts so that we didn't have to pay for
childcare.

My wife worked as an executive assistant from 8:30 AM
to 5:00 PM. I tested mainframe computers from 6:00 PM
to 2:30 AM. Good childcare in the Twin Cities is very
costly and if we had not been able to work different
shifts we would have slowly gone broke. That doesn't
excuse what happened but it does explain how it
happened.

As I was saying, I get home about 3:00 in the morning
and my wife leaves at about 8:00. That means that I
have to at least try to be awake when she leaves so
that I can watch our daughter.

I was dead tired that morning when my wife June kissed
me goodbye. "Mark, try to get supper ready before you
leave tonight. I promised to take Becky shopping for
school clothes and if I have to cook, we'll be pressed
for time."

"Sure thing, dear." My brain felt so fuzzy I didn't
care what I agreed to.

Mornings tend to be pretty unstructured in our home so
Becky was still dressed in her usual cotton nightie
and panties. I was still in my under shorts and
bathrobe. I parked Becky in front of the television
and went to take a shower to try to wake up. It didn't
work all that well. I wrapped a towel around my waist
after I was done and checked on Becky. The childrens'
shows on public TV still had her enthralled.

I lay down on my bed to catch forty winks. I didn't
even bother dressing first. I was only going to sleep
for a half hour or so and then get on with my daily
chores.

One other side effect of my wife and I working
different shifts is that our sex life is almost non-
existent. Maybe that's just another attempt to shift
the blame but I feel I ought to mention it.

Anyway, there I was spread out on my bed, with a towel
around my waist, sawing logs and having a very
pleasant erotic dream. My 8-year-old daughter was in
the living room watching Barney or some such cartoon
character. I had the normal male reaction to an erotic
dream. I ejaculated all over my belly. My nocturnal
emission could not have come at a more inopportune
time (pardon the pun). I shot my wad shortly after my
daughter came into my bedroom. Well actually I don't
know how long she watched before I creamed all over my
belly.

My towel had come undone and was not covering any part
of my anatomy. My erect penis was lying on my belly
pointed directly at my chest. Becky watched me shoot
cum all the way to my chin. Most guys will tell you
that they wake up when they start to cum and that's
just what I did. I woke up to see my innocent daughter
staring at my crotch as glob after glob of cum
splashed on my chest.

My first instinct was to yell at her to get out. I
fought that completely normal reaction and tried to
think how I could get her out of my room without
traumatizing her. She had seen me naked when she was a
couple years younger but 8-year-old girls should not
see their fathers cum. It was too late now.

"You should knock before you come into mommy and
daddy's bedroom, Becky. You know that." I calmly
draped the towel over my rapidly deflating penis. "Is
there something you need, honey?"

"Could you make me a cheese sandwich, Daddy?" Becky
was looking at my cum drenched chest instead of my
face.

"Why would you want to be a cheese sandwich? Don't you
like being a little girl?"

This was one of our games. We both found it to be
extremely hilarious and this word play seemed like a
good way to remove the tension from the situation. It
worked.

Becky giggled. "I don't want to make ME into a cheese
sandwich, Daddy, I want you to MAKE a cheese sandwich
for ME to EAT."

"Sure, honey. You go to the kitchen and put the bread
and cheese on the counter. I'll be out in a minute."

I breathed a sight of relief as I watched her cute
little butt exit my room. That's not how I should be
thinking of my own daughter. But that's what I
remember thinking. I could see the lighter colored
shape of her panties under the thin cotton nightie. I
watched her hips sway girlishly as she walked to the
door. She turned when she got to the door. She stood
sideways for a second. One perky little nipple poked
at the front of her thin nightgown. My cock was
getting hard again.

"Hurry up, daddy. I'm getting hungry."

"Be there in a minute, dear."

I tried not to think about my reaction as I dressed.
Fathers are not supposed to get erections when they
look at their daughters.

.

Becky was sitting at the counter when I walked into
the kitchen. The kitchen was already hot from the
August sun streaming in through the sliding glass
doors that led to the patio. I sat on the stool next
to Becky and grabbed a couple slices of bread. "How
many slices of cheese, Becky?"

"Umm, two."

"Mayo or butter."

"Mayo."

"Tomato?"

"Umm, no."

"Gopher guts?"

Becky giggled. "Daddy! We don't have any gopher guts
for sandwiches!"

"I could go get some."

That brought another fit of giggling. I continued to
make the sandwich through all of this back and forth.
I handed her the sandwich and went to wash the dishes.
Becky seemed not at all traumatized by what had just
taken place.

Becky finished her sandwich and went to watch more TV.
I couldn't let it rest, though. I followed her to the
living room. I sat on the couch next to her. Some
cartoon character was trying to teach Spanish words to
the audience. I muted the TV.

"Becky, I want to talk to you about what you saw in
the bedroom."

"O.K., Daddy."

Now that I had started this I wasn't sure how to
proceed. I took a deep breath. I needed to keep this
low key and non-threatening. "Now, you know that your
supposed to knock before you come into my bedroom."

"Yes." She spoke very quietly.

"O.K. Tell me why you're supposed to knock."

"Because you want to be in there alone?

"Yes. And I might not be dressed and want to dress
before you come in. Like today."

"I know, Daddy. I'm sorry."

I kissed her forehead. "I know you're sorry. I just
wanted to be sure you understood." I took another
breath. "I also want to ask you to not mention this to
Mommy when she gets home."

"Why not?"

"Well, it was an accident but Mommy might not
understand how it happened. I should have been awake
and dressed when you walked in not asleep and
undressed."

Becky shrugged. "O.K., Daddy."

I sighed with relief. I hadn't realized how tense I
was until now."

"Daddy."

"Yes, honey."

"What was that stuff that came out of your thing?"

That was one question I hadn't expected. "Why do you
ask, honey?"

"Welllll." Becky seemed reluctant to tell me why she
wanted to know. I started to wonder if I had affected
her after all.

"You can tell me, Becky. I'll be honest with you, if
you're honest with me."

Now it was Becky's turn to sigh. "O.K. Daddy, I'll
tell you. Marla says that white stuff comes out her
Daddy's thing when she touches it. I just wanted to
know if that's the same stuff."

That set me back. Becky's best friend Marla was
playing with her Dad's penis and watching him cum.
Jack and I were friends. His wife Betty had died a
little over a year ago and Jack had gotten pretty
depressed but he seemed to be better lately.

I was their daughter Marla's godfather. They had lived
right across the street from us since before our kids
were born. Our families had eaten at each other's
table so many times I couldn't count them. Betty and I
had had a short-lived affair before the kids came
along but our families' friendship had survived even
that. Was Jack really molesting his daughter or rather
having his daughter molest him? I had to be really
careful here.

"Yes it is the same stuff. Just what did Marla tell
you?"

"Last year her Dad got sick after Marla's Mom died. He
stayed home from work for a long time and Marla
watched T.V. with him. One day he took out his thing
and played with it until the white stuff came out. Her
Dad told her not to tell any one because he might get
into trouble. After that her Dad would play with his
thing every day while they watched T.V. Then one day
her asked her to play with it. The white stuff
squirted way up in the air and some landed in her
hair. Her Dad made her swear not to tell anyone. She
still plays with his thing almost every day."

"If she promised not to tell anyone why did she tell
you?"

Becky looked at me like I was dense. "Because Me and
are bestest friends. We tell each other everything."

"So you'll tell Marla about what you saw today?"

Becky shrugged. "Maybe. We talk about a lot of stuff."

"Has Marla's Dad asked her to do other things?"

"Welllll."

"You can tell me, honey. I won't tell anything that
should be a secret."

Becky sighed again. "He's also touches her on her
chest and between her legs. And last month he told her
to put her mouth on his thing. The stuff squirted into
her mouth and she spit it out. She said it tasted
awful. Why would he ask her to put her mouth on his
thing?"

"Well, honey, for most men it feels really good when
their girlfriends do that to them. I think it was
wrong of her Dad to ask her to do that, though. Does
it make Marla feel bad when her Dad makes her play
with him?"

"It did at first but now she says it makes her tingle.
Especially between her legs. She doesn't know how she
feels about it."

"What have they taught you in school about this,
Becky?"

"The teachers said that if anybody touches you in your
private places you should tell somebody right away.
But Marla doesn't want to tell anyone about her Dad.
She doesn't want to get him into trouble."

I should have called Child Protection immediately. Why
didn't I?

"Let me think about this for a bit. Could you invite
Marla over this afternoon? I'll talk to her about it.
Maybe we can work something out."

"Sure. We were planning to go to the park this
afternoon. We'll come over here first."

"Good, honey. All right, then, go get dressed and
let's get the housework done."

.

The morning went by pretty quickly. I managed to work
side by side with Becky without once getting an
erection. Maybe I wasn't a pervert.

I still hadn't decided what to do about Jack. I
guessed I would wait to hear what Marla had to say.

Marla came over just before lunch. The girls were
dressed in flower-patterned halter-tops and denim
shorts. They looked almost like sisters.

I served the girls chicken soup and tuna salad
sandwiches while we chatted about inconsequential
things. After the dishes were washed and set in the
dish rack to dry, I cleared my throat.

"Marla, Becky told me some things today that I feel
you and I need to talk about."

"I know. She told me on the phone this morning."

"Are you willing to talk to me about your Dad?"

"I guess so. Dad told me not to tell anyone but you
already know so. why not?"

"Do you want Becky to be with us while we talk?"

Marla hesitated. "No. I'll talk to you alone."
"Fair enough, Marla. Let's go to the family room.
Becky, why don't you play in your room for a while?
I'll use the intercom to call you if Marla wants you
to come down stairs."

"O.K., Daddy. Come up and get me when you're done
Marla"

Marla sat on the couch and I sat in my rocking chair.
She was so short that her little legs stuck almost
straight out. I still didn't know how to proceed. I
decided to get facts and hope something occurred to
me.

"Tell me what your Dad wants you to do to him."

"Becky already told you. He has me take out his thing
and rub it up and down until he squirts his stuff."

Marla watched her feet intently as she kicked her legs
back and forth. I felt that Marla had more that she
wanted to say. "What else does your Dad make you do?"
I asked quietly.

"He makes me to put my mouth over it and have the
stuff squirt into my mouth, it tastes kind of yucky,
and he puts his hand on my boobs and on my cunny while
I do it makes me feel kind of weird but sometimes it
feels kind of nice.."

"Do you want him to stop?"

Marla kicked her legs up and down for a few seconds
while she looked down at her lap.

"Sometime he makes me do it when I don't want to. Like
last night he came into my room while I was asleep. He
woke me up and made me do it to him. He didn't even
call me Marla. He called me Betty. I think he thinks
that I'm Mom."

"I think you might be right Marla. The important thing
now is to decide what to do about it. I could talk to
your Dad and tell him to let you be if you'd like. I
could also take you to a social worker and they could
have you live with someone else for a while until your
Dad can get some help. Do you know what you want to
do?"

"I don't want to go live with someone else, that's for
sure. You talk to him first. Maybe he'll stop."

"I'll talk to him as soon as he gets home. You have my
word. You and Becky go play now. Come back here when
you're done playing. Don't go home first. Your Dad
might be upset that someone knows."

"O.K." Marla crawled off the couch and ran up stairs.
I stayed in the family room for a few minutes trying
to figure out what to say to Jack. I heard the back
door slam a few minutes later. Jack should be home
early this afternoon. I had about an hour to come up
with something.

.

The confrontation went even worse than I had imagined.
Jack denied everything at first. I told him that Marla
herself had told me about it. I mentioned all the
things that she had told me. He admitted some of them
and then denied that they were as serious as they
sounded. He had exposed himself accidentally. He had
jacked off in front of Marla. Marla had asked him to
let her do it. He hadn't touched Marla. He had touched
her after she asked him to. The man was just losing
it. It became obvious that talking to Jack was a lost
cause. I told him that I was going to have to call
Child Protection if he couldn't promise to stop
molesting Marla. He cried and finally said that he
wouldn't do it anymore. He was lying of course. I
could see it in his eyes. I finally told him that I
wasn't going to call them. He could see that I was
lying. Halfway across the street I looked back at the
house. The whole house seemed dark and deserted. My
stomach tightened.

I picked up the phone as soon as I got home. It was
already 4:00. I expected the girls to be back any time
now. I was just starting to call when Becky and Marla
walked in the front door. I quickly hung up the phone.
I couldn't call with Marla in the room.

"Did you talk to my Dad?"

"Yes I did, Marla, but I don't think it did any good.
I think I'm going to have to call a social worker."

"Do you have to? I don't want Daddy to get into
trouble."

I dodged the issue.

"Why don't you stay for supper, Marla? I'll call them
right after supper."

A really loud bang prevented me from hearing her
answer. A chill went through my body before my brain
even registered what the sound was.

"Stay here, girls. Don't open the door until I get
back."

I ran across the street before they answered.

Jack's living room was a mess. He had used his
shotgun. I felt sick as I closed the door and went
back to my house.

"Girls, I want you to go up to Becky's room. Close the
door and stay there until I come up to get you." As
soon as I heard the door close, I called 911. I stayed
on the phone until the police showed up.

I hadn't seen the note Jack left. It was addressed to
Becky. Jack said he was sorry for all that he had done
but never got specific. The police wanted to take
Marla to a children's shelter for the evening but I
persuaded them to let her stay with us for the night
since June and I were her godparents.

June got home in the middle of all the mess. I told
her that Jack had committed suicide but left out the
sexual activity between Jack and Marla. That secret
could die with Jack.

Jack's will left everything to June and me. I know we
had agreed to be designated as guardians for each
other's children but Jack had seen to it that we had
enough money to care for Marla.

June and I went through the papers in Jack's house
after probate was complete. The financial papers we
dealt with immediately. The family papers we set aside
for Marla to go through when she was older. June put
most of the papers and photos in our deposit box.

Jack hadn't spent any of the insurance from Betty's
death and that coupled with the insurance from his
suicide meant that I could afford to change careers. I
had been testing computer systems but wanted to get
into software design so I quit my job and became a
full time househusband and part time consulting
programmer. I could do almost all of my work from home
and was able to care for the girls during the day.

Marla needed a lot of caring. She was very clingy due
to the death of her father just a year following the
death of her mother. Two or three times a day she
would stop playing and frantically search for June or
me. She would get more and more panicky as she ran
from room to room looking for one of us. Our
pediatrician recommended a good child psychologist and
I took Marla to see him.

After only four sessions, he asked to speak with June
and me alone. I suspected that he had discovered Marla
had been molested by Jack. I was wrong.

He just wanted to tell us that Marla was behaving
normally for a girl who had just lost her parents and
tell us what to expect in the future. The clingy
behavior would lessen as the months passed but
periodic lapses could be expected. The anger at her
father could also be redirected at me. I would
probably be blamed for anything and everything in the
next couple years. He didn't warn me about Marla
attempting to recreate all the aspects of her
relationship with her father.


February 2001

It was about six months after the suicide. Becky and
Marla had just gotten home from school. After hanging
up their coats and boots they disappeared into the
family room to watch cartoons and do homework until
supper. A few minutes later Marla came into my home
office. She was wearing her regular outfit of blue
jeans and white blouse.

"Do you like me, Jack?"

"You know I do, Marla. Why do you think I don't?"

"You don't do the things with me that my Dad used to
do."

"What things do you want me to do?"

Marla blushed. "You know. Like we talked about the day
that my Dad. You know."

"It would be wrong for me to do those things with you,
honey. Besides, you said you didn't like it and you
wanted me make him stop. Why do you want me to do them
to you?"

"I just wanted you to make him stop doing them some of
the times. Like when I'm sleeping. Some of the times I
really felt good when we were doing those things. Can
we do them?"

Why didn't I say no immediately? I don't know. Maybe I
don't want to remember why I didn't. I do remember
looking at Marla and not seeing just a little girl. I
saw a little girl who was starting to develop a
figure. Her breasts were forming distinct mounds under
her blouse. Her hips were beginning to fill out her
blue jeans in a manner that was not as childish as it
was only last summer. When had I started noticing
these things? Had I ever not noticed them? Marla was
still waiting for an answer.

"What things exactly do you want me to do to you?"

"Wellll, I sorta liked it when Daddy rubbed me between
my legs and when he rubbed my chest. If you do that
for me then I'll rub your thingy."

"Honey, you can rub yourself if you want. You really
don't need me to do it for you."

"I know. I've tried doing it but it just doesn't feel
the same. Maybe you can show me how?"

I steeled myself to give the answer that I knew was
the correct. "I told you, honey. That just isn't
something I can do."

"Pleeaase. I really like the way that makes me feel

She looked so pathetic and sad as she pleaded with me.
My brain was on fire with the thought of putting my
hands on her hairless twat. I felt my resolve begin to
crumble.

I patted my lap. "Come sit up here, Marla."

She situated herself on my lap. I turned her so that
her back was against my chest with her legs on the
outside of my legs.

I took her hand in mine. "I'll show you how I do it to
girls." I placed her hand against her crotch and
covered it with mine. I started moving her hand up and
down her jeans covered crotch.

"I can't feel anything through my jeans. Let me take
them off."

Marla wriggled out of her jeans and placed my hand
against the thin piece of cloth that covered her slit.
My erect cock pressed into the crack of butt cheeks. I
broke out in a sweat as I felt the crease between her
pussy lips. My hand began to caress her slit
automatically. My mind had ceased functioning.

Marla's body started responding. Her panties got wet.
Her breathing grew rapid. Low moans came from her
mouth. My hand speeded up. My finger slipped between
her pussy lips. Faster. Marla's hands pressed my hand
harder against her crotch. I closed my eyes and
abandoned my self to the sensations.

Minutes passed. Nothing existed outside of her hot wet
pussy and my flying fingers. Marla's body began to
spasm against my sopping wet fingers. I clutched her
to my chest and continued to massage her gushing cunt
until she was limp. I kissed the top of Marla's head.
Both of us were exhausted.

"Marla. Daddy." I heard Becky calling from the stairs.
Her footsteps were slowly ascending.

"Get dressed!" I whispered frantically into Marla's
ear as I lifted her from my lap and stood her on the
floor. I dashed to the door and closed it quietly. I
braced the door closed with my foot as Marla slowly
got dressed.

Becky's voice was right outside my door. Marla was
tugging her jeans over her hips. "Daddy. Marla. Are
you guys in there?"

"Just a minute, Becky." Marla was taking forever. She
zipped up her jeans. She still looked like a girl who
was basking in the afterglow of an orgasm. She smelled
like one, too. I hoped Becky wouldn't notice.

"What do you need, Becky?" I said as I opened the
door. Marla looked as if she had been hit with a
board.

"What are you guys doing in here? I thought I heard
Marla crying."

"We were just playing, dear."

Marla moved to the door like she was in a dream. "Can
we play again tomorrow, Daddy?"

"Sure, Marla."

I shut the door behind the girls. My cock was aching.
I had just molested my goddaughter and had an erection
that wouldn't quit. I didn't know whether to wash my
hands or jack off.

I jacked off and then washed my hands. I froze as I
was drying my hands.

Marla had called me Daddy. My eyes filled with tears.

.

I tried to tell myself that that would be the end of
it. I would just be firm and tell Marla that we
couldn't do those things anymore. The propensity for
man to delude himself is limitless. I knew it was a
lie even as I thought the words.

I was not surprised when Marla came to my office again
a few days later. I said all the appropriate words in
my head but they never made it to my mouth. Marla
closed the door and stripped off her jeans and panties
before crawling on my lap and placing my hand on her
bare pussy.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to my passions. My
fingers worked their magic on the flesh between
Marla's legs. One finger found her clit and began to
tease the nubbin hidden between the lips. My mouth
watered with desire to place her sex at my lips and
drink her juice.

Marla's breath once again grew ragged and labored as I
pleasured her. My free hand stole under her tee shirt
to caress a nipple that did not yet need a brassiere.
Marla wriggled her ass against my stiff cock enough to
stimulate me. I wanted remove my pants so that the
bare flesh of penis could nestle itself between her
cheeks, but that would have required stopping, but I
couldn't bear the thought of stopping now.

Marla and I swam in our own ocean of desire, bounding
from one wave of pleasure to the next until at last
both of us were limp. Her orgasm had drenched my
fingers with her juice. I lifted my fingers to my
mouth. I inhaled the scent of her sex as I sucked her
juices from my fingers.

That's how Becky found us.

Marla, naked from the waist down, sitting on my lap.
Me, with one hand still under Marla's shirt, caressing
a small breast and the other hand in my mouth licking
her juice from my fingers. Becky walked into my room
and this time there was no way to disguise what Marla
and I were doing.

Marla lazily turned to face Becky. "See. I told you
Daddy was doing it to me. It really feels great,
Becky. You have to try it."

"But Daddy said it was wrong. How come you started
doing it to Marla, Daddy?"

I was still feeling good from my sexual arousal. I
just grinned at Becky. I focused on her cute little
buds poking through her shirt. My cock twitched with
renewed desire. "It just feels so good, honey. Do you
want to try it?"

Becky hesitated. She still remembered my telling her
it was wrong.

Marla crawled off my lap. She gingerly touched her
swollen pussy lips. "You just can't believe how great
it feels, Becky. You've got to try it."

Becky took off her jeans slowly. I half hoped she
wouldn't get on my lap. She came over to me in her
Wonder Woman panties.

"It's better if you're not wearing panties," said
Marla helpfully.

Becky obligingly removed her panties and assumed
Marla's place my lap.

I ran my fingertips along Becky's smooth slit. I
couldn't believe that I was actually touching my
daughter in this way. Several of my adolescent sexual
fantasies ran through my brain as I pressed my fingers
between those puffy hairless lips.

"Just relax, honey," I whispered. "I won't hurt you."
My fingers began their slow sensuous massage of
Becky's virgin pussy.

Marla watched intently. She had always been on the
receiving end of this treatment. Her hand copied my
movements as she stood watching Becky receive the same
pleasure that she had received only moments before.

"Get on the chair across from us, Marla. Lay back and
copy my movements. You can do this for yourself any
time you want."

Marla did as I instructed. I watched hungrily as she
mimicked my motions. Her pussy lips glistened with her
natural lubricant.

Becky's lips became slicker as her juices began to
provide the necessary lubrication. Her breathing
became more ragged under the onslaught of my fingers.
One finger slipped between her pussy lips and followed
the path from her clit to the entrance of her vagina.
The other fingers stimulated the folds between the
outer and inner lips. Becky moaned with delight.

I slipped a hand under her shirt. Her stiff nipples
grew harder under my caresses. Becky's arousal had me
just as stiff.

Marla squealed as she achieved her second orgasm of
the afternoon. Her hand ceased its motion and cupped
her pussy. She would learn soon enough how to prolong
an orgasm. I was sure that I would be the one to teach
her.

Becky humped her crotch against my hand. I lightened
my touch and quickened the strokes. Becky moaned and
writhed with arousal. She was getting hungry for
something she had never experienced. She didn't know
what it was but she wanted it desperately. I kept her
on the edge for several more minutes by slowing and
speeding up my manipulation of her clit. She began to
sob with each stroke on her clit. I increased the
pressure slightly and at last she found the release
she sought.

I clasped Becky to my chest as I cupped her pussy.
With no further stimulation, the orgasm passed and
left Becky limp in my arms.

Marla had recovered by this time. "How was it, Becky?"

"It was wonderful." Becky whispered. "I never realized
I could feel that good."

The telephone interrupted our quiet recovery from the
sex play. I answered it lazily. "Hello."

"Hi, honey. This is June." That got my attention. My
hot sweaty body turned into a cold sweaty body as my
stomach tied itself into a tight ball. Bile rose in my
throat.

"I just want to tell you that I'm on my way home now.
I should be there in about thirty minutes. I got off
early because I have to pack and leave for LA
tomorrow. Ms. Jefferson has a deal that's about to
fall apart but thinks she can save it with some face-
to-face persuasion."

"I'll start supper now and it should be on the table
by the time you're home."

"Thanks, dear. Bye-bye."

"Bye."

I put Becky on the floor. "Girls you need to wash up
for supper. And, uh be sure to wash uh, between your
legs. You also both need to promise me that you won't
talk to Mommy about anything that we did in here
tonight. If she asks what you did after school, just
say that you did home work and watched T.V. Will you
promise me that girls?"

"We promise, Daddy." Both girls spoke simultaneously.

"Thank you Becky. Thank you Marla. Now go wash up. I
have to start cooking.

The girls picked up their clothes before running off
to the bathroom bottomless. I watched their cute
little bare butts all the way down the hall. I had
never needed an orgasm so badly.

.

I had the table set and was putting dinner on the
table when June got home. We all chatted about the
day's activities while we ate. Well the girls and I
did keep quiet about the afternoon's activities.

June was excited about the trip. Her boss had enough
confidence in her abilities to ask her along. She was
to take notes during the meetings and do research in
between. She had even brought home a thick folder of
papers concerning the companies involved in the
negotiations. She wanted to start going through them
as soon as she was done packing.

She went upstairs to pack as soon as she was done
eating. The girls helped me do the dishes before
settling down to finish their homework.

June was busy reading when I got upstairs. "How long
will you be gone, honey?"

"Two days at most. Ms. Jefferson said if we can't wrap
things up by then it isn't worth it."

"Well, how about a little adult playtime before
bedtime tonight? Just to remind me what I'll bee
missing while you're away."

June looked up from her papers. "Come back in a couple
hours. If I don't put this stuff away when you get
back, rip the clothes off my body and ravish me on the
floor. Just don't get any cum on the papers. I don't
think I could explain that to Ms. Jefferson."

I fondled June's breasts as I nuzzled her neck. Her
nipples responded to my touch. "You've got a deal,
honey," I said as June shuddered with delight.

The girls were watching T.V. in the family room when I
got downstairs. I checked their homework and settled
down to watch with them. Becky sat on my right and
Marla sat on my left as we watched some dysfunctional
sitcom family sort out some improbable domestic
problem. The fear of being caught by June prevented me
from continuing our afternoon sex play.

After a couple more sitcoms it was time for bed. The
girls kissed me and went to their bedroom with no
protests. I watched T.V for another half hour and then
went to check on them. They were both in bed with the
lights out. I briefly considered the possibility of
once more touching the bear flesh between their legs.
Instead I just bent down to kiss each girl good night
and quietly closed the door on my way out.

I returned to the family room to watch a little more
but was too horny to sit there. I was about to turn
off the television when June came into the family
room.

Her hair was wet and she was wearing her robe. "You
should have told me you were taking a shower. I could
have helped you wash your back."

June sat beside me on the couch. "If you were helping
me wash, we would still be in the shower."

I put one hand under her robe to caress a naked
breast. It felt huge under my hand. Somehow I had
expected it to be the same size as Marla's or Becky's
breasts.

We kissed hungrily. She was just as eager as I was. I
was startled when she abruptly broke off the kiss.

"I don't want the kids to catch us. Let's go to the
bedroom."

"They're already asleep. I just checked on them." I
untied the sash of June's robe.

"Are you sure?" June's fingers fumbled with my belt
buckle.

I slipped the robe from her shoulders to expose her
breasts. "Absolutely."

"Good." June unbuttoned by shirt.

We were both naked in record time. I looked at June's
neatly trimmed pubic hair. I mentally compared it with
the two hairless pussies I had seen earlier that day.
"Have you ever though of shaving off all your pubic
hair?" I asked June as I placed a hand on her crotch.

June inhaled sharply as my fingers found her clit.
"Not really. Why?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I pushed June backwards
until she was lying on the couch. June made sure that
her robe was under her hips. My mouth briefly suckled
a breast before moving down her belly to the light
brown hair that hid her pussy lips.

June's fingers gripped my hair as I began to work my
tongue into her honey pot. Again I compared her to the
girls. She tasted the same as she had last week.
Neither of the girls tasted better than her. They were
just different.

In short order June was writhing with pleasure. My
erection was aching for release. I rested my jaw for a
second and caught a flicker of movement out of the
corner of my eye.

I instantly knew it was one or both of the girls. I
considered what to do as I reapplied my mouth to
June's pussy. I didn't care if the girls watched but
June did. Well if June saw the girls then she could
decide what to do.

June shrieked as she had her orgasm from my tongue. If
the movement I saw wasn't the girls then I'm pretty
sure that her shriek of pleasure would wake them.

I moved so that I was kneeling on the floor beside
June's head. "Suck me," I said to her. She took my
cock into her mouth and I arched my back as I lost
myself in the moment. I was too close to cumming.

I put my hand on June's head. "Hold it. I'm about to
cum. I want to cum inside you."

I sneaked a look out of the corner of my eye as I
changed positions. Both Becky and Marla were peeking
around the doorway.

I got between June's legs and positioned the head of
my cock at the entrance to her cunt. June was already
well lubricated with a mixture of my saliva and her
own juices. June guided me as I slid into her. I
sighed as I felt the walls of her cunt embrace my
cock. I love that feeling of first penetration.

We made love slowly and gently. I was still close to
orgasm and wanted to help June to achieve her second
orgasm before I shot my load.

June came in only a few minutes. Maybe it was the
atypical location for our lovemaking. Maybe it was the
increased chance of being caught by the girls.
Whatever the reason, her orgasm came on hard and fast.
She sobbed and gasped as her muscles spasmed. The
girls were getting an eyeful tonight.

My balls tightened against my body. Cum surged from my
cock and flooded into June's cunt. I seemed to cum for
hours, though it must have been only a few seconds. I
had been waiting for this since I had fingered the
girls that afternoon.

I collapsed onto June's chest. Both of us were sodden
with a rapidly cooling glaze of sweat. I casually
turned my head to the side but was careful to keep my
eyes closed. The girls quickly dodged out of the way.

I knew I would weigh too much for June to bear my
weight for too long so I rolled off of June and sat on
the floor so that my body blocked her view of the
doorway. I opened my eyes just enough to see as I let
out a little theatrical snore.

The girls took the bait and peeped around the corner
again. I put one finger to my lips as I opened my eyes
and waved them away with my other hand. Becky smiled
at me and tugged Marla away from the door.

I gave the girls a few minutes to get into bed before
I shook June's shoulder. "Let's go to bed, Honey."

June groaned and protested weakly. "Let me sleep
here."

"Do you want the girls to find you naked and freshly
fucked tomorrow morning?"

She groaned again but slowly sat up. She looked down
between her legs. "God you made a mess. You must have
emptied a quart of cum into me."

"Well clamp your legs together on the way to the
bathroom so you don't drip onto the carpet."

June covered her pussy with one hand as she stood up.
I helped her into her robe. She kissed my cheek and
said, "I'm going to clean up and check on the kids.
I'll meet you in the bedroom in a minute."

"Just be sure you're ready for another tongue
lashing." I patted her on the ass and followed her
down the hall carrying my clothes.

After June closed the door to the bathroom, I poked my
head into the girl's bedroom. "Mom's going to check on
you in a minute," I whispered. "Be sure you're asleep
when she does."

"Yes, Daddy," whispered Becky.

"Goodnight then." I closed the door and went to bed.

June crawled into bed with me a few minutes later.
"Now what were you saying about giving me another
tongue lashing?"

My only response was a yawn and a peck on the cheek.
Both of us fell asleep almost immediately.

The alarm rang way too early. June was already
finishing her morning coffee when I dragged my ass
downstairs at seven o'clock. We had two hours to get
to the airport that was an hour away.

The girls joined us thirty minutes later. Both were
dressed and ready for the bus. This was a distinct
improvement from most days when they showed up half
ready and complaining about having to go to school.

They wolfed down breakfast and kissed June good-bye as
we headed for the car. I would miss have June next to
me for a few nights. I always did. It usually took me
three nights just to move from my side of our bed. I
felt lonely and excited at the same time.

Even though I would miss June, I would also have a few
uninterrupted evenings with Becky and Marla. I wasn't
sure how far our sex play would go but I wanted to
explore this newly revealed side of my own sexuality.
I had never considered myself a pedophile or one of
those men who show up on the news charged with
molesting their own daughters but it was pretty plain
that I was in that group.

We parked in the ramp and took the tunnel to the main
building at MSP. There were a lot more people
traveling than I expected.

June got her boarding pass at the e-ticket machine
while I checked the monitors for her gate. Why is it
that every time I go to the airport my gate is at the
far end of the concourse?

Ms. Jefferson was already in the waiting area when we
arrived. She was shorter than June by at least six
inches. Her blonde hair was cut short in a typical
professional woman's easy to manage bob. She was
impeccably dressed in a gray business suit jacket and
skirt. She projected an air of confidence and looked
ready to take over the reins of any company on a
moments notice.

Ms. Jefferson was polite and charming as June
introduced us. I liked her immediately. She came
across as a dedicated businesswoman.

I started feeling uneasy. Something didn't feel right
but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't Ms.
Jefferson. I don't know what it was. I mentally
shrugged and let it go.

I had intended to wait with June until she had to
board but Ms. Jefferson wanted to start reviewing
their papers and strategy before the flight. June was
also eager to go over what she had learned while
studying the papers last night. I kissed June good-bye
and shook hands with Ms. Jefferson. The uneasy feeling
didn't go away.

.

The day passed surprisingly swiftly. I got a lot of
work done and was taking a break when the girls got
home. They came bounding into my office.

"Hi, Daddy!" shrieked Becky as she jumped onto my lap
to kiss me. Marla came in just as swiftly though much
quieter.

"Hi, girls. How was school?"

"Boorring!" they said in unison.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well do your home work and
then we'll eat."

Becky jumped off my lap and began to unzip her jeans.
"We wanna play first."

"No. We'll play after homework and supper. Your Mom is
out of town so we'll have plenty of time after
supper."

Becky stuck out her lower lip in the most dramatic
pout I had seen in a long time.

"Aaawww, Daaaad. Just a little play first. Pleeaasse!"
She thrust her hand into her pants to cup her mound.

Marla took Becky's elbow. "C'mon Becky. The sooner we
finish homework, the sooner we can have fun."

Becky opened her mouth to protest but shut it when
Marla shook her head. They whispered conspiratorially
as they left my office.

.

After supper I checked the homework. Some of it was
very evidently done in a hurry. Both girls pouted as
they sat at the kitchen table to redo the sloppy work.

I went to the family room to watch T.V. while they
finished up.

A few minutes after I settled myself on the couch two
naked girls attacked me. They came running into the
family room, jumped onto my lap, and wrapped their
arms around my neck.

"Time to play, Daddy!" they squealed.

I fought back by tickling them until both of them were
breathless and begging me to stop.

We all sat still for a few minutes to catch our
breath. I was sandwiched between two giggling girls
with an arm around each of them. "So what game are we
going to play?"

Becky bumped my shoulder with hers. "You know what
game, Daddy. The one we played yesterday where you
rubbed me."

"No!" yelled Marla. "I wanna play the game that you
played with Mommy last night."

I patted her thigh. "Sorry, honey. I can't play that
game with you. That's for adults only."

"But, can't we do some of the things that you and
Mommy did?"

"Welll, maybe. What things did you want to do?"

Marla dissolved into giggles again. Becky stepped in
to help her. "She wants you to put your mouth on her
cunny."

"On her what?"

"You know what, Daddy. Between her legs. Where you
rubbed us yesterday."

"Are you sure you want me to do that to you, Marla?"

"Yes, Daddy. I really do."

"How about you, Becky? Should I do it to you, too?"

Becky blushed a brilliant shape of red. The blush
spread down her chest to her cute little nipples.
"Yes," she whispered as she hugged my arm.

"Let's go to the bedroom to play. We'll be more
comfortable there."

I held hands with Becky and Marla as we walked down
the hall to my bedroom. The girls jumped on the bed
and sat facing me.

I stood in front of them. They kept their eyes glued
to my crotch as I undressed. They both burst out with
another peal of stifled giggles when I dropped my
under shorts on the floor. My erect cock bobbed in
time to my racing pulse.

"What shall we do first?"

The girls looked at each other. Becky whispered into
Marla's ear. Marla nodded. "Lick my cunny first,
Daddy."

"O.K., darling." I kneeled by the bed and pulled Marla
to the edge. After draping her legs over my shoulders
I placed my mouth on her crotch. I inhaled deeply. Her
salty little girl smell saturated my lungs. I could
even taste her on my tongue without an initial lick.

I ran my tongue along the length of her slit. Marla
gasped as she felt the first touch. She tasted just as
good as she smelled.

I wormed my tongue between her lips. After one long
slow lick from her clit to her hole her juices began
to flow. I fucked my tongue in and out of her hole.
She tasted as sweet as wine to me. Marla moaned and
pressed her crotch against my face.

My tongue returned to Marla's clit. I flicked the tip
across her love bud. She shuddered as I gently sucked
her clit into my mouth and continued to caress it with
my tongue. Suck. Flick. Suck. Flick.

Marla could no longer lay still. She humped her hips
against my face and beat her hands on the bed. My face
and chin dripped with the nectar from her pussy.

She finally came with a long low shriek and muscle
spasms that seemed to go on forever. She was as limp
as a rag doll when she finished cumming.

I lifted my mouth from her crotch. Marla was smiling.
Her breasts were puffy and her nipples were erect with
lingering arousal. As I suckled one breast, Marla
moaned and squirmed again. She gripped my head and
held my mouth to her breast while I teased her nipple
with my lips and tongue.

I finally broke free from her grasp and crawled onto
the bed to kiss Marla on the mouth. "How was that,
honey?"

Marla thrust her tongue into my mouth. I returned the
favor and continued the kiss for a minute. I
reluctantly broke off the kiss and lay down on the
bed.

Becky kissed me. I slid my tongue between her lips.
Becky pulled her head away. "You taste funny."

"That's what Marla's pussy tastes like. You probably
don't taste that much different. Do you want me to
lick you and find out?"

Becky hesitated. "Yeah. I do."

"You don't seem sure, honey. Are you scared or
embarrassed?"

"I'm a little embarrassed, I guess. I mean hands are
one thing but having you lick me down there seems a
little gross."

"I can rub you if you like. I don't want you to do
anything you don't want to."

Becky hesitated again.

Marla spoke up. "It feels even better than a hand,
Becky. You have to try it."

"Let Becky make her own decision, Marla. Becky it is
totally up to you. You may not like the same things as
Marla. I can use my hand, or my mouth, or we can just
lie here and cuddle."

Becky laid her head on my chest. She was silent for
almost a minute. "I want you to use your mouth on me."

"O.K., honey. I will. If you want me to stop just tell
me and I will."

"O.K., Daddy."

"All right. You put a knee on either side of my head."

I helped Becky get herself settled in position. I held
her slim hips with my hands. Her pussy looked so
beautiful. "Whenever you're ready, you can just lower
your cunny to my mouth."

Becky didn't hesitate anymore. She rested her pussy on
my mouth.

My jaw was still a little sore from working on Marla,
so I started slowly. I parted her lips with my tongue
and pushed it as far into her hole as I could. She
squeaked at the intrusion but didn't move her crotch
from my face.

I ran my tongue repeatedly from her hole to her clit.
Her natural lubrication began flowing into my mouth.
Becky tasted a little sweeter than Marla.

I made love to my daughter with my mouth and tongue
until I felt Becky quiver with excitement. She was
getting close to orgasm. I increased the tempo of my
licking and pushed her over the edge. She almost
smothered me as she pressed her pussy against my mouth
and nose. I swallowed the juice that gushed from her
as fast as I could but it was useless. The juice ran
down my chin and soaked my neck and my pillow.

Eventually her throes subsided. She rolled off my face
and lay exhausted beside me. Marla crawled up beside
me licked my cheek before pushing her tongue into my
mouth. We French kissed each other for a minute.

"Becky tastes pretty good, Daddy."

"She sure does, honey. And so do you." I kissed her
forehead.

Becky crawled up to also taste her own pussy juice
from my cheek. "I guess I taste O.K."

"Uh huh."

Becky and Marla each lay down beside me with a head on
my shoulder. We fell asleep like that.

.

I woke up some time later when Becky and Marla got off
the bed. A short time later I heard the toilet flush
and heard the girls giggling as the came back to my
bedroom. They continued to whisper and giggle as they
climbed back on the bed. I kept my eyes closed.

One of the girls grasped my penis. I grew erect almost
immediately. I felt a mouth slip over the head and a
tongue licked its way around the tip of my cock. I
grew even harder. I was disappointed when the mouth
let go.

I was about to speak up when I felt a second hand take
hold of my cock. "Now use your mouth like I did," said
Marla. "Just be sure to keep your teeth away from his
thing. Dad said it really hurts if you don't."

Another mouth surrounded my cock. "Li iss." I heard
Becky mumble around a mouthful of my cock.

"Now move your hand up and down."

I felt Becky's hand stroke my cock. It was inexpert
but improved rapidly as Marla corrected her.

"Don't grip it so hard. A little faster. Keep you
mouth on it. Does it feel good, Daddy?"

I opened my eyes and nodded. Marla was fingering
herself as Becky sucked me off. I cupped her pussy
with my hand had helped her.

It didn't take long to get me close to orgasm. "I'm
gonna cum," I gasped.

Becky took her mouth away from my cock. "No! Keep your
mouth on it!"

Becky resumed sucking my cock.

I started cumming. Becky coughed as the first spurt of
cum hit the back of her throat. Another spurt followed
and she tried to swallow but the third gush came too
quick. She coughed again and just let the rest of the
cum dribble out of her mouth and coated my cock and
her hand.

I dropped my hand from Marla's pussy. She finished
herself off. Marla collapsed on the bed beside me. The
cum cooled on my balls.

"I need to wash all this cum off myself. You girls
could also use a bath. Shall we shower together?"

"Yes!" They both answered simultaneously.

I tried to keep my cum from dripping on the floor by
covering my crotch with my hand as we walked to the
master bathroom. It reminded me of June last night. I
smiled as I remembered our lovemaking on the couch. My
stomach tightened as I thought of her. I knew she
would hit the ceiling if she ever found out about the
sex play between the girls and me. I attributed the
sick feeling in my stomach to the thought that June
might find out.

Our shower stall was big enough for June and I to
share our showers. That was one of the reasons that we
bought this house. With one adult and two children
there was a little less room but we could still wash
each other.

After adjusting the temperature we soaped each other.
The girls took turns washing my penis. It was never so
clean as it was that night. I soaped each of the girls
one at a time. I paid special attention to their
breasts and crotches. The giggles and squeals of
delight encouraged me to drag out the shower until the
water began to cool to the point of being
uncomfortable.

I was erect again by the time we got done. We
continued our play by drying each other off. The girls
wanted to sleep in my bed that night.

"C'mon, Daddy. We might as well. We want to be close
to you tonight. Becky's put her mouth on your thing
and I haven't. If you let us sleep in your bed, I'll
do that for you."

"As much as I look forward to that, Marla, I think it
would not be a good idea. It could lead to other
things that you're just not ready for."

"You mean like having real sex? Like you and Mommy did
on the couch last night."

"Yes, honey. That's exactly what we can't do."

"We won't do that then."

"Honey, it's not that simple."

The telephone interrupted the rest of my speech on how
little girls should not tempt their fathers into
having sexual intercourse. It was June. My stomach
tightened again. Something was definitely not right.

"Mark, we did it!" June was positively triumphant.

"You're already finished? I was incredulous.

"Yes! They agreed to almost all our terms. Ms.
Jefferson and I are going out to celebrate. We'll be
home tomorrow morning."

"Come home tonight, dear. I love you. The girls and I
miss you. You can celebrate here."

"That's really sweet, dear. I love you, too. Ms.
Jefferson has already arranged to meet all the people
involved at one of the nightclubs. We have a limo
waiting downstairs. Bye-bye, dear. Love you."

"I love you, too." My stomach hurt so much I had to
sit down. I had a horrible feeling that I would never
talk to her again. I couldn't shake the feeling. I
knew that this was what I had been dreading since this
morning. It was crazy, but I just knew it. I called
her room back. The phone rang a dozen times. I called
the front desk. Her limo had just left. They didn't
know what club they were going to. I wanted to curl up
into a ball.

The girls knew some thing was wrong. They were getting
scared. I forced a smile. I didn't want to be alone.
"All right girls. You can sleep with me tonight."

Their smiles were also a little forced. We jumped into
bed and played another game of tickle until we were so
breathless that we had to stop. We fondled and kissed
each other for a while and the girls drifted off to
sleep.

I fell asleep when I was too tired to stay awake.

I tried to get things back to normal the next day. I
got up and dressed before making breakfast. When the
girls came to the kitchen naked, I made them go get
dressed before they could eat. They protested and
pouted but complied. I knew the phone call would come
soon. My stomach was getting tighter.

As soon as the girls left, I called the airline.

June was not on her flight.

I sat down and stared at the wall. It was too late.
How did I know? I'm a rational man. I don't believe in
this premonition bullshit. They took a different
flight. I didn't believe a word of what I told myself.

The doorbell rang. I knew who it was before I answered
the door.

I looked through the window before I opened the door.
A police cruiser was parked at the curb.

I opened the door and greeted the officers. "Hello."

"Good morning, sir. Are you Mr. Olson?"

"Yes, I am."

"Is your wife home, Mr. Olson?"

"No. She's in California on business. She should be
home later this morning. Is there something I can help
you with?"

"May I come in Mr. Olson?"

"Certainly. What's going on officer?"

The officer sat down in the living room. He licked his
lips. "I have some bad news Mr. Olson. Your wife was
killed last night in Los Angeles."

I couldn't speak for a minute. "No. There must be a
mistake. I spoke to June just last night. She was
fine."

"We're pretty sure that there's no mistake, Mr. Olson.
She was riding in a limousine and got broadsided by a
semi. There were two women in the back seat. A Paula
Jefferson and a June Olson. Both were killed
instantly. The Los Angeles police didn't find the
purses until this morning."

The policeman sounded very odd. Like he was talking
from a very long way away. My skin tingled and my
vision narrowed until I was looking at the world
through a pipe. The next thing I knew I was waking up
on the floor.

One of the policemen was talking to the other. "I
really hate this part of the job."

I hate it, too, I thought to myself. "June." I croaked
and started to cry.


March 2001

The next month was a nightmare in slow motion. The
girls refused to leave my side. We flew to LA to claim
the body. When we got back, I pulled them out of
school for the rest of the year. I taught them myself
using some of the home schooling materials available
for parents. In all that time Becky cried almost
constantly and Marla never cried at all. I was totally
at a loss as to what to do to help her.

The girls refused to sleep in their own bedroom. If I
was out of Becky's sight for more than a half hour she
would search frantically through the house until she
found me. Marla wouldn't even let me out of her sight.
She would follow me to the bathroom and wait outside
until I came out. She would cling to my side whenever
we left the house. Her conversation became almost
monosyllabic. Our sex play even stopped. We spent a
lot of time holding each other, though.

My lawyer called one night and said that I had to get
my act together or risk losing the house. He needed
some of the papers from my deposit box so we went to
the bank that afternoon. It was too close to closing
time so I just grabbed all the papers in the box
intending to sort them out at home.

After a quiet supper I sat at the table to get
everything ready for the next day. I found the papers
I needed right away but continued looking out of a
need to be doing something to avoid thinking about
June. I found some of the photographs that June and I
had put into the box to give to Marla when she was
older. I set the photos to one side and Marla
immediately grabbed them.

I continued looking and found one of the envelopes we
had gotten from Jack and Betty's deposit box. This one
had Marla's name on it. I was going to ask her if she
wanted it but when I looked up to ask her I saw that
she was crying. She was next to me looking at one of
the photos. I leaned over and saw that she was looking
at a photo of our families in Jack and Betty's
backyard. Jack and Betty were holding Marla's hands.
June was standing next to them holding Becky's hand. I
was the only one missing because I was the one who had
taken the picture. Tears were streaming down Marla's
face. I started crying, too.

I picked up Marla and held her as I walked her around
the kitchen. It was so good to finally have her
reacting to something. Becky started crying, too.
Mostly out of confusion, I suspect. I took her hand
and walked to the family room.

We cried on and off for most of the evening. In
between crying we talked about Jack and Betty and
Marla. We talked about the good times and fond
memories of them and some of the bad times and bad
memories.

It was finally bed time and I shooed the girls down
the hall to wash up and get ready for bed. It was the
first time they willingly let me out of their sight
since June had died.

We hugged each other as we lay in bed. Marla and Becky
were slowly returning to their old selves. I finally
saw that there would be a tomorrow where I wouldn't
miss June every minute of the day. All three of us lay
on the knowing that we could count on the other two.
We fell asleep that way.

Later that night I woke up when I felt a tug on my
belt buckle. I half sat up and opened my eyes. Marla's
clothing was scattered around the bed. She was
completely nude and now she was trying to undress me.

I placed my hand on top of her hand. "You don't need
to do this, Marla. You know I still love you."

"I know, Daddy. But this is important to me. I want
you to really do to me what you did to Mommy. Not just
your hand or mouth but all of it."

"Are you sure, Marla? You're still pretty small. You
know that it might hurt."

"I know. I need it, Daddy." Tears fell off her cheeks
onto my under shorts.

"All right, baby. Whatever you want. I'll try not to
hurt you."

I undressed and lay beside Marla's naked body. Becky
was still asleep.

Marla kissed me with an insatiable hunger. I caressed
her pussy with my hand. She was dry but soon began
producing some lubrication. I knew penetration would
be painful without more juice. "Let me use my mouth on
you, Marla. I want to taste you before we do this."

Marla straddled my face and pressed her crotch against
my mouth. She could barely reach my cock but she did
what she could to get me ready. When I could feel her
juice flowing freely into my mouth, I knew she was
ready. I lifted her hips away from my face. "Turn
around, honey. Kiss me."

Marla obeyed. She kissed me hard for a few seconds.
"Now, Daddy!" she whispered urgently.

"O.K. You'll be on top. I'll hold my cock and you let
it slide into your hole. It might hurt a bit. If it
does, just slow down."

Marla fumbled with my cock as she tried to aim it into
herself. Eventually the head of my cock parted her
cunt lips and began to slide home. I encountered the
thin barrier of her virginity and Marla stopped for a
second.

"That's your cherry, Marla. Are you sure you want to
do this?"

More tears fell on my chest. Marla nodded. "Do it,
Daddy," she whispered. Do it now. Please, Daddy."

I thrust upward with my hips and broke through her
maidenhead. Marla gasped but kept pushing herself onto
my cock. When her pubic mound touched mine she
collapsed onto my chest. My cock was buried in my
little girl's cunt. She was so tight I was delirious.

Marla lifted her hips from mine and began to hump
herself up and down on my cock.

I held Marla's hips with my hands and helped her. I
knew I couldn't last long in Marla's tight pussy. I
worked her clit with my thumb. She was close. Her
tears continued to splash on my chest as she fucked
herself on my cock.

Finally she shuddered and gasped as she had her
orgasm. I let her finish and lie on my chest with my
cock buried in her. I hadn't cum yet but that didn't
very important right now.

Becky kissed my cheek and hugged me. "I'm glad,
Daddy."

She kissed me again before turning over and falling
asleep.

Marla snored softly on my chest. I rolled over to
place her on the bed. My cock pulled out of her with a
soft plop. I still had an erection.

I went to the kitchen to get some water.

March 2001

The light was still on as I walked into the kitchen. I
sat down and looked at the papers, old photographs,
and envelopes scattered on the table. I thought back
to the time almost a year ago before my world changed
and fell apart and then came back together again. I
picked the envelope with Marla's name on it. 'For
Marla on her 16th birthday' was printed on it.

I tapped the envelope on the table. It wasn't sealed
very well. I slid my finger under the flap. It opened
up with out tearing.

There was a single sheet of paper and a three blood
donor cards inside. The letter was hand written and
signed by Betty.


'June 20, 1999

My dearest Marla,

You are only seven years old as I am writing this. I'm
not even sure I'll give it to you but I feel that you
need to know about your father.

The doctors though you might have to have surgery last
month. You dad and I donated blood for your use but it
wasn't needed thank goodness. I looked at the blood
types that they wrote on the cards that your father
and I got after we donated. It is very clear from the
donor cards that my husband is not your father. Mark
Olson is your real father. We had a short affair. I
could never explain to you why we had the affair.
Nothing I could say would make sense to you. It
doesn't even make sense to me now.

The affair resulted in your being born. I found out
later that your dad could never have children. I think
he also knows that now. Please believe me when I say
that your dad loves you.

I hope I have the strength to burn this before you can
read it.

All my love,
Mom'

I stared at the letter and the donor cards. I though
about Marla and Becky sound asleep in my bed. The
deaths of Betty, Jack, and June had already caused
them too much trouble in their lives.

I found a book of matches in the junk drawer. I was so
nervous I broke three matches before one caught fire.

I held the paper over the sink as it burned. I washed
the ashes down the sink.

The donor cards were plastic. I settled for cutting
them into thin strips and dropping them into the
garbage can.

I stood in the doorway of my bedroom. My two daughters
slept quietly in the middle of my bed. Things were
going to be all right.

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That was a very good long story !















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I have to admitt it was even more of a turn on when I found out she was 
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    Re: My Two Daughters

    quote:Originally posted by lucifrix1
    Two daughters {Sigerson H.} (Mgg cons inc ped)


    Mgg-cons-inc

    Two Daughters

    March 2001

    The light was still on as I walked into the kitchen. I
    sat down and looked at the papers, old photographs,
    and envelopes scattered on the table. I thought back
    to the time almost a year ago before my world changed
    and fell apart and then came back together again. I
    picked the envelope with Marla's name on it. 'For
    Marla on her 16th birthday' was printed on it.

    .

    August 2000

    Like many couples today, my wife June and I work long
    hours just to keep our house together. This would have
    been even more difficult if we hadn't managed to get
    different shifts so that we didn't have to pay for
    childcare.

    My wife worked as an executive assistant from 8:30 AM
    to 5:00 PM. I tested mainframe <A TITLE="Click for more information 
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from 6:00 PM
    to 2:30 AM. Good childcare in the Twin Cities is very
    costly and if we had not been able to work different
    shifts we would have slowly gone broke. That doesn't
    excuse what happened but it does explain how it
    happened.

    As I was saying, I get home about 3:00 in the morning
    and my wife leaves at about 8:00. That means that I
    have to at least try to be awake when she leaves so
    that I can watch our daughter.

    I was dead tired that morning when my wife June kissed
    me goodbye. "Mark, try to get supper ready before you
    leave tonight. I promised to take Becky shopping for
    school clothes and if I have to cook, we'll be pressed
    for time."

    "Sure thing, dear." My brain felt so fuzzy I didn't
    care what I agreed to.

    Mornings tend to be pretty unstructured in our home so
    Becky was still dressed in her usual cotton nightie
    and panties. I was still in my under shorts and
    bathrobe. I parked Becky in front of the television
    and went to take a shower to try to wake up. It didn't
    work all that well. I wrapped a towel around my waist
    after I was done and checked on Becky. The childrens'
    shows on public TV still had her enthralled.

    I lay down on my bed to catch forty winks. I didn't
    even bother dressing first. I was only going to sleep
    for a half hour or so and then get on with my daily
    chores.

    One other side effect of my wife and I working
    different shifts is that our sex life is almost non-
    existent. Maybe that's just another attempt to shift
    the blame but I feel I ought to mention it.

    Anyway, there I was spread out on my bed, with a towel
    around my waist, sawing logs and having a very
    pleasant erotic dream. My 8-year-old daughter was in
    the living room watching Barney or some such cartoon
    character. I had the normal male reaction to an erotic
    dream. I ejaculated all over my belly. My nocturnal
    emission could not have come at a more inopportune
    time (pardon the pun). I shot my wad shortly after my
    daughter came into my bedroom. Well actually I don't
    know how long she watched before I creamed all over my
    belly.

    My towel had come undone and was not covering any part
    of my anatomy. My erect penis was lying on my belly
    pointed directly at my chest. Becky watched me shoot
    cum all the way to my chin. Most guys will tell you
    that they wake up when they start to cum and that's
    just what I did. I woke up to see my innocent daughter
    staring at my crotch as glob after glob of cum
    splashed on my chest.

    My first instinct was to yell at her to get out. I
    fought that completely normal reaction and tried to
    think how I could get her out of my room without
    traumatizing her. She had seen me naked when she was a
    couple years younger but 8-year-old girls should not
    see their fathers cum. It was too late now.

    "You should knock before you come into mommy and
    daddy's bedroom, Becky. You know that." I calmly
    draped the towel over my rapidly deflating penis. "Is
    there something you need, honey?"

    "Could you make me a cheese sandwich, Daddy?" Becky
    was looking at my cum drenched chest instead of my
    face.

    "Why would you want to be a cheese sandwich? Don't you
    like being a little girl?"

    This was one of our games. We both found it to be
    extremely hilarious and this word play seemed like a
    good way to remove the tension from the situation. It
    worked.

    Becky giggled. "I don't want to make ME into a cheese
    sandwich, Daddy, I want you to MAKE a cheese sandwich
    for ME to EAT."

    "Sure, honey. You go to the kitchen and put the bread
    and cheese on the counter. I'll be out in a minute."

    I breathed a sight of relief as I watched her cute
    little butt exit my room. That's not how I should be
    thinking of my own daughter. But that's what I
    remember thinking. I could see the lighter colored
    shape of her panties under the thin cotton nightie. I
    watched her hips sway girlishly as she walked to the
    door. She turned when she got to the door. She stood
    sideways for a second. One perky little nipple poked
    at the front of her thin nightgown. My cock was
    getting hard again.

    "Hurry up, daddy. I'm getting hungry."

    "Be there in a minute, dear."

    I tried not to think about my reaction as I dressed.
    Fathers are not supposed to get erections when they
    look at their daughters.

    .

    Becky was sitting at the counter when I walked into
    the kitchen. The kitchen was already hot from the
    August sun streaming in through the sliding glass
    doors that led to the patio. I sat on the stool next
    to Becky and grabbed a couple slices of bread. "How
    many slices of cheese, Becky?"

    "Umm, two."

    "Mayo or butter."

    "Mayo."

    "Tomato?"

    "Umm, no."

    "Gopher guts?"

    Becky giggled. "Daddy! We don't have any gopher guts
    for sandwiches!"

    "I could go get some."

    That brought another fit of giggling. I continued to
    make the sandwich through all of this back and forth.
    I handed her the sandwich and went to wash the dishes.
    Becky seemed not at all traumatized by what had just
    taken place.

    Becky finished her sandwich and went to watch more TV.
    I couldn't let it rest, though. I followed her to the
    living room. I sat on the couch next to her. Some
    cartoon character was trying to teach Spanish words to
    the audience. I muted the TV.

    "Becky, I want to talk to you about what you saw in
    the bedroom."

    "O.K., Daddy."

    Now that I had started this I wasn't sure how to
    proceed. I took a deep breath. I needed to keep this
    low key and non-threatening. "Now, you know that your
    supposed to knock before you come into my bedroom."

    "Yes." She spoke very quietly.

    "O.K. Tell me why you're supposed to knock."

    "Because you want to be in there alone?

    "Yes. And I might not be dressed and want to dress
    before you come in. Like today."

    "I know, Daddy. I'm sorry."

    I kissed her forehead. "I know you're sorry. I just
    wanted to be sure you understood." I took another
    breath. "I also want to ask you to not mention this to
    Mommy when she gets home."

    "Why not?"

    "Well, it was an accident but Mommy might not
    understand how it happened. I should have been awake
    and dressed when you walked in not asleep and
    undressed."

    Becky shrugged. "O.K., Daddy."

    I sighed with relief. I hadn't realized how tense I
    was until now."

    "Daddy."

    "Yes, honey."

    "What was that stuff that came out of your thing?"

    That was one question I hadn't expected. "Why do you
    ask, honey?"

    "Welllll." Becky seemed reluctant to tell me why she
    wanted to know. I started to wonder if I had affected
    her after all.

    "You can tell me, Becky. I'll be honest with you, if
    you're honest with me."

    Now it was Becky's turn to sigh. "O.K. Daddy, I'll
    tell you. Marla says that white stuff comes out her
    Daddy's thing when she touches it. I just wanted to
    know if that's the same stuff."

    That set me back. Becky's best friend Marla was
    playing with her Dad's penis and watching him cum.
    Jack and I were friends. His wife Betty had died a
    little over a year ago and Jack had gotten pretty
    depressed but he seemed to be better lately.

    I was their daughter Marla's godfather. They had lived
    right across the street from us since before our kids
    were born. Our families had eaten at each other's
    table so many times I couldn't count them. Betty and I
    had had a short-lived affair before the kids came
    along but our families' friendship had survived even
    that. Was Jack really molesting his daughter or rather
    having his daughter molest him? I had to be really
    careful here.

    "Yes it is the same stuff. Just what did Marla tell
    you?"

    "Last year her Dad got sick after Marla's Mom died. He
    stayed home from work for a long time and Marla
    watched T.V. with him. One day he took out his thing
    and played with it until the white stuff came out. Her
    Dad told her not to tell any one because he might get
    into trouble. After that her Dad would play with his
    thing every day while they watched T.V. Then one day
    her asked her to play with it. The white stuff
    squirted way up in the air and some landed in her
    hair. Her Dad made her swear not to tell anyone. She
    still plays with his thing almost every day."

    "If she promised not to tell anyone why did she tell
    you?"

    Becky looked at me like I was dense. "Because Me and
    are bestest friends. We tell each other everything."

    "So you'll tell Marla about what you saw today?"

    Becky shrugged. "Maybe. We talk about a lot of stuff."

    "Has Marla's Dad asked her to do other things?"

    "Welllll."

    "You can tell me, honey. I won't tell anything that
    should be a secret."

    Becky sighed again. "He's also touches her on her
    chest and between her legs. And last month he told her
    to put her mouth on his thing. The stuff squirted into
    her mouth and she spit it out. She said it tasted
    awful. Why would he ask her to put her mouth on his
    thing?"

    "Well, honey, for most men it feels really good when
    their girlfriends do that to them. I think it was
    wrong of her Dad to ask her to do that, though. Does
    it make Marla feel bad when her Dad makes her play
    with him?"

    "It did at first but now she says it makes her tingle.
    Especially between her legs. She doesn't know how she
    feels about it."

    "What have they taught you in school about this,
    Becky?"

    "The teachers said that if anybody touches you in your
    private places you should tell somebody right away.
    But Marla doesn't want to tell anyone about her Dad.
    She doesn't want to get him into trouble."

    I should have called Child Protection immediately. Why
    didn't I?

    "Let me think about this for a bit. Could you invite
    Marla over this afternoon? I'll talk to her about it.
    Maybe we can work something out."

    "Sure. We were planning to go to the park this
    afternoon. We'll come over here first."

    "Good, honey. All right, then, go get dressed and
    let's get the housework done."

    .

    The morning went by pretty quickly. I managed to work
    side by side with Becky without once getting an
    erection. Maybe I wasn't a pervert.

    I still hadn't decided what to do about Jack. I
    guessed I would wait to hear what Marla had to say.

    Marla came over just before lunch. The girls were
    dressed in flower-patterned halter-tops and denim
    shorts. They looked almost like sisters.

    I served the girls chicken soup and tuna salad
    sandwiches while we chatted about inconsequential
    things. After the dishes were washed and set in the
    dish rack to dry, I cleared my throat.

    "Marla, Becky told me some things today that I feel
    you and I need to talk about."

    "I know. She told me on the phone this morning."

    "Are you willing to talk to me about your Dad?"

    "I guess so. Dad told me not to tell anyone but you
    already know so. why not?"

    "Do you want Becky to be with us while we talk?"

    Marla hesitated. "No. I'll talk to you alone."
    "Fair enough, Marla. Let's go to the family room.
    Becky, why don't you play in your room for a while?
    I'll use the intercom to call you if Marla wants you
    to come down stairs."

    "O.K., Daddy. Come up and get me when you're done
    Marla"

    Marla sat on the couch and I sat in my rocking chair.
    She was so short that her little legs stuck almost
    straight out. I still didn't know how to proceed. I
    decided to get facts and hope something occurred to
    me.

    "Tell me what your Dad wants you to do to him."

    "Becky already told you. He has me take out his thing
    and rub it up and down until he squirts his stuff."

    Marla watched her feet intently as she kicked her legs
    back and forth. I felt that Marla had more that she
    wanted to say. "What else does your Dad make you do?"
    I asked quietly.

    "He makes me to put my mouth over it and have the
    stuff squirt into my mouth, it tastes kind of yucky,
    and he puts his hand on my boobs and on my cunny while
    I do it makes me feel kind of weird but sometimes it
    feels kind of nice.."

    "Do you want him to stop?"

    Marla kicked her legs up and down for a few seconds
    while she looked down at her lap.

    "Sometime he makes me do it when I don't want to. Like
    last night he came into my room while I was asleep. He
    woke me up and made me do it to him. He didn't even
    call me Marla. He called me Betty. I think he thinks
    that I'm Mom."

    "I think you might be right Marla. The important thing
    now is to decide what to do about it. I could talk to
    your Dad and tell him to let you be if you'd like. I
    could also take you to a social worker and they could
    have you live with someone else for a while until your
    Dad can get some help. Do you know what you want to
    do?"

    "I don't want to go live with someone else, that's for
    sure. You talk to him first. Maybe he'll stop."

    "I'll talk to him as soon as he gets home. You have my
    word. You and Becky go play now. Come back here when
    you're done playing. Don't go home first. Your Dad
    might be upset that someone knows."

    "O.K." Marla crawled off the couch and ran up stairs.
    I stayed in the family room for a few minutes trying
    to figure out what to say to Jack. I heard the back
    door slam a few minutes later. Jack should be home
    early this afternoon. I had about an hour to come up
    with something.

    .

    The confrontation went even worse than I had imagined.
    Jack denied everything at first. I told him that Marla
    herself had told me about it. I mentioned all the
    things that she had told me. He admitted some of them
    and then denied that they were as serious as they
    sounded. He had exposed himself accidentally. He had
    jacked off in front of Marla. Marla had asked him to
    let her do it. He hadn't touched Marla. He had touched
    her after she asked him to. The man was just losing
    it. It became obvious that talking to Jack was a lost
    cause. I told him that I was going to have to call
    Child Protection if he couldn't promise to stop
    molesting Marla. He cried and finally said that he
    wouldn't do it anymore. He was lying of course. I
    could see it in his eyes. I finally told him that I
    wasn't going to call them. He could see that I was
    lying. Halfway across the street I looked back at the
    house. The whole house seemed dark and deserted. My
    stomach tightened.

    I picked up the phone as soon as I got home. It was
    already 4:00. I expected the girls to be back any time
    now. I was just starting to call when Becky and Marla
    walked in the front door. I quickly hung up the phone.
    I couldn't call with Marla in the room.

    "Did you talk to my Dad?"

    "Yes I did, Marla, but I don't think it did any good.
    I think I'm going to have to call a social worker."

    "Do you have to? I don't want Daddy to get into
    trouble."

    I dodged the issue.

    "Why don't you stay for supper, Marla? I'll call them
    right after supper."

    A really loud bang prevented me from hearing her
    answer. A chill went through my body before my brain
    even registered what the sound was.

    "Stay here, girls. Don't open the door until I get
    back."

    I ran across the street before they answered.

    Jack's living room was a mess. He had used his
    shotgun. I felt sick as I closed the door and went
    back to my house.

    "Girls, I want you to go up to Becky's room. Close the
    door and stay there until I come up to get you." As
    soon as I heard the door close, I called 911. I stayed
    on the phone until the police showed up.

    I hadn't seen the note Jack left. It was addressed to
    Becky. Jack said he was sorry for all that he had done
    but never got specific. The police wanted to take
    Marla to a children's shelter for the evening but I
    persuaded them to let her stay with us for the night
    since June and I were her godparents.

    June got home in the middle of all the mess. I told
    her that Jack had committed suicide but left out the
    sexual activity between Jack and Marla. That secret
    could die with Jack.

    Jack's will left everything to June and me. I know we
    had agreed to be designated as guardians for each
    other's children but Jack had seen to it that we had
    enough money to care for Marla.

    June and I went through the papers in Jack's house
    after probate was complete. The financial papers we
    dealt with immediately. The family papers we set aside
    for Marla to go through when she was older. June put
    most of the papers and photos in our deposit box.

    Jack hadn't spent any of the <A TITLE="Click for more information 
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from Betty's
    death and that coupled with the insurance from his
    suicide meant that I could afford to change careers. I
    had been testing computer systems but wanted to get
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and became a
    full time househusband and part time consulting
    programmer. I could do almost all of my work from home
    and was able to care for the girls during the day.

    Marla needed a lot of caring. She was very clingy due
    to the death of her father just a year following the
    death of her mother. Two or three times a day she
    would stop playing and frantically search for June or
    me. She would get more and more panicky as she ran
    from room to room looking for one of us. Our
    pediatrician recommended a good child psychologist and
    I took Marla to see him.

    After only four sessions, he asked to speak with June
    and me alone. I suspected that he had discovered Marla
    had been molested by Jack. I was wrong.

    He just wanted to tell us that Marla was behaving
    normally for a girl who had just lost her parents and
    tell us what to expect in the future. The clingy
    behavior would lessen as the months passed but
    periodic lapses could be expected. The anger at her
    father could also be redirected at me. I would
    probably be blamed for anything and everything in the
    next couple years. He didn't warn me about Marla
    attempting to recreate all the aspects of her
    relationship with her father.


    February 2001

    It was about six months after the suicide. Becky and
    Marla had just gotten home from school. After hanging
    up their coats and boots they disappeared into the
    family room to watch cartoons and do homework until
    supper. A few minutes later Marla came into my home
    office. She was wearing her regular outfit of blue
    jeans and white blouse.

    "Do you like me, Jack?"

    "You know I do, Marla. Why do you think I don't?"

    "You don't do the things with me that my Dad used to
    do."

    "What things do you want me to do?"

    Marla blushed. "You know. Like we talked about the day
    that my Dad. You know."

    "It would be wrong for me to do those things with you,
    honey. Besides, you said you didn't like it and you
    wanted me make him stop. Why do you want me to do them
    to you?"

    "I just wanted you to make him stop doing them some of
    the times. Like when I'm sleeping. Some of the times I
    really felt good when we were doing those things. Can
    we do them?"

    Why didn't I say no immediately? I don't know. Maybe I
    don't want to remember why I didn't. I do remember
    looking at Marla and not seeing just a little girl. I
    saw a little girl who was starting to develop a
    figure. Her breasts were forming distinct mounds under
    her blouse. Her hips were beginning to fill out her
    blue jeans in a manner that was not as childish as it
    was only last summer. When had I started noticing
    these things? Had I ever not noticed them? Marla was
    still waiting for an answer.

    "What things exactly do you want me to do to you?"

    "Wellll, I sorta liked it when Daddy rubbed me between
    my legs and when he rubbed my chest. If you do that
    for me then I'll rub your thingy."

    "Honey, you can rub yourself if you want. You really
    don't need me to do it for you."

    "I know. I've tried doing it but it just doesn't feel
    the same. Maybe you can show me how?"

    I steeled myself to give the answer that I knew was
    the correct. "I told you, honey. That just isn't
    something I can do."

    "Pleeaase. I really like the way that makes me feel

    She looked so pathetic and sad as she pleaded with me.
    My brain was on fire with the thought of putting my
    hands on her hairless twat. I felt my resolve begin to
    crumble.

    I patted my lap. "Come sit up here, Marla."

    She situated herself on my lap. I turned her so that
    her back was against my chest with her legs on the
    outside of my legs.

    I took her hand in mine. "I'll show you how I do it to
    girls." I placed her hand against her crotch and
    covered it with mine. I started moving her hand up and
    down her jeans covered crotch.

    "I can't feel anything through my jeans. Let me take
    them off."

    Marla wriggled out of her jeans and placed my hand
    against the thin piece of cloth that covered her slit.
    My erect cock pressed into the crack of butt cheeks. I
    broke out in a sweat as I felt the crease between her
    pussy lips. My hand began to caress her slit
    automatically. My mind had ceased functioning.

    Marla's body started responding. Her panties got wet.
    Her breathing grew rapid. Low moans came from her
    mouth. My hand speeded up. My finger slipped between
    her pussy lips. Faster. Marla's hands pressed my hand
    harder against her crotch. I closed my eyes and
    abandoned my self to the sensations.

    Minutes passed. Nothing existed outside of her hot wet
    pussy and my flying fingers. Marla's body began to
    spasm against my sopping wet fingers. I clutched her
    to my chest and continued to massage her gushing cunt
    until she was limp. I kissed the top of Marla's head.
    Both of us were exhausted.

    "Marla. Daddy." I heard Becky calling from the stairs.
    Her footsteps were slowly ascending.

    "Get dressed!" I whispered frantically into Marla's
    ear as I lifted her from my lap and stood her on the
    floor. I dashed to the door and closed it quietly. I
    braced the door closed with my foot as Marla slowly
    got dressed.

    Becky's voice was right outside my door. Marla was
    tugging her jeans over her hips. "Daddy. Marla. Are
    you guys in there?"

    "Just a minute, Becky." Marla was taking forever. She
    zipped up her jeans. She still looked like a girl who
    was basking in the afterglow of an orgasm. She smelled
    like one, too. I hoped Becky wouldn't notice.

    "What do you need, Becky?" I said as I opened the
    door. Marla looked as if she had been hit with a
    board.

    "What are you guys doing in here? I thought I heard
    Marla crying."

    "We were just playing, dear."

    Marla moved to the door like she was in a dream. "Can
    we play again tomorrow, Daddy?"

    "Sure, Marla."

    I shut the door behind the girls. My cock was aching.
    I had just molested my goddaughter and had an erection
    that wouldn't quit. I didn't know whether to wash my
    hands or jack off.

    I jacked off and then washed my hands. I froze as I
    was drying my hands.

    Marla had called me Daddy. My eyes filled with tears.

    .

    I tried to tell myself that that would be the end of
    it. I would just be firm and tell Marla that we
    couldn't do those things anymore. The propensity for
    man to delude himself is limitless. I knew it was a
    lie even as I thought the words.

    I was not surprised when Marla came to my office again
    a few days later. I said all the appropriate words in
    my head but they never made it to my mouth. Marla
    closed the door and stripped off her jeans and panties
    before crawling on my lap and placing my hand on her
    bare pussy.

    I closed my eyes and surrendered to my passions. My
    fingers worked their magic on the flesh between
    Marla's legs. One finger found her clit and began to
    tease the nubbin hidden between the lips. My mouth
    watered with desire to place her sex at my lips and
    drink her juice.

    Marla's breath once again grew ragged and labored as I
    pleasured her. My free hand stole under her tee shirt
    to caress a nipple that did not yet need a brassiere.
    Marla wriggled her ass against my stiff cock enough to
    stimulate me. I wanted remove my pants so that the
    bare flesh of penis could nestle itself between her
    cheeks, but that would have required stopping, but I
    couldn't bear the thought of stopping now.

    Marla and I swam in our own ocean of desire, bounding
    from one wave of pleasure to the next until at last
    both of us were limp. Her orgasm had drenched my
    fingers with her juice. I lifted my fingers to my
    mouth. I inhaled the scent of her sex as I sucked her
    juices from my fingers.

    That's how Becky found us.

    Marla, naked from the waist down, sitting on my lap.
    Me, with one hand still under Marla's shirt, caressing
    a small breast and the other hand in my mouth licking
    her juice from my fingers. Becky walked into my room
    and this time there was no way to disguise what Marla
    and I were doing.

    Marla lazily turned to face Becky. "See. I told you
    Daddy was doing it to me. It really feels great,
    Becky. You have to try it."

    "But Daddy said it was wrong. How come you started
    doing it to Marla, Daddy?"

    I was still feeling good from my sexual arousal. I
    just grinned at Becky. I focused on her cute little
    buds poking through her shirt. My cock twitched with
    renewed desire. "It just feels so good, honey. Do you
    want to try it?"

    Becky hesitated. She still remembered my telling her
    it was wrong.

    Marla crawled off my lap. She gingerly touched her
    swollen pussy lips. "You just can't believe how great
    it feels, Becky. You've got to try it."

    Becky took off her jeans slowly. I half hoped she
    wouldn't get on my lap. She came over to me in her
    Wonder Woman panties.

    "It's better if you're not wearing panties," said
    Marla helpfully.

    Becky obligingly removed her panties and assumed
    Marla's place my lap.

    I ran my fingertips along Becky's smooth slit. I
    couldn't believe that I was actually touching my
    daughter in this way. Several of my adolescent sexual
    fantasies ran through my brain as I pressed my fingers
    between those puffy hairless lips.

    "Just relax, honey," I whispered. "I won't hurt you."
    My fingers began their slow sensuous massage of
    Becky's virgin pussy.

    Marla watched intently. She had always been on the
    receiving end of this treatment. Her hand copied my
    movements as she stood watching Becky receive the same
    pleasure that she had received only moments before.

    "Get on the chair across from us, Marla. Lay back and
    copy my movements. You can do this for yourself any
    time you want."

    Marla did as I instructed. I watched hungrily as she
    mimicked my motions. Her pussy lips glistened with her
    natural lubricant.

    Becky's lips became slicker as her juices began to
    provide the necessary lubrication. Her breathing
    became more ragged under the onslaught of my fingers.
    One finger slipped between her pussy lips and followed
    the path from her clit to the entrance of her vagina.
    The other fingers stimulated the folds between the
    outer and inner lips. Becky moaned with delight.

    I slipped a hand under her shirt. Her stiff nipples
    grew harder under my caresses. Becky's arousal had me
    just as stiff.

    Marla squealed as she achieved her second orgasm of
    the afternoon. Her hand ceased its motion and cupped
    her pussy. She would learn soon enough how to prolong
    an orgasm. I was sure that I would be the one to teach
    her.

    Becky humped her crotch against my hand. I lightened
    my touch and quickened the strokes. Becky moaned and
    writhed with arousal. She was getting hungry for
    something she had never experienced. She didn't know
    what it was but she wanted it desperately. I kept her
    on the edge for several more minutes by slowing and
    speeding up my manipulation of her clit. She began to
    sob with each stroke on her clit. I increased the
    pressure slightly and at last she found the release
    she sought.

    I clasped Becky to my chest as I cupped her pussy.
    With no further stimulation, the orgasm passed and
    left Becky limp in my arms.

    Marla had recovered by this time. "How was it, Becky?"

    "It was wonderful." Becky whispered. "I never realized
    I could feel that good."

    The telephone interrupted our quiet recovery from the
    sex play. I answered it lazily. "Hello."

    "Hi, honey. This is June." That got my attention. My
    hot sweaty body turned into a cold sweaty body as my
    stomach tied itself into a tight ball. Bile rose in my
    throat.

    "I just want to tell you that I'm on my way home now.
    I should be there in about thirty minutes. I got off
    early because I have to pack and leave for LA
    tomorrow. Ms. Jefferson has a deal that's about to
    fall apart but thinks she can save it with some face-
    to-face persuasion."

    "I'll start supper now and it should be on the table
    by the time you're home."

    "Thanks, dear. Bye-bye."

    "Bye."

    I put Becky on the floor. "Girls you need to wash up
    for supper. And, uh be sure to wash uh, between your
    legs. You also both need to promise me that you won't
    talk to Mommy about anything that we did in here
    tonight. If she asks what you did after school, just
    say that you did home work and watched T.V. Will you
    promise me that girls?"

    "We promise, Daddy." Both girls spoke simultaneously.

    "Thank you Becky. Thank you Marla. Now go wash up. I
    have to start cooking.

    The girls picked up their clothes before running off
    to the bathroom bottomless. I watched their cute
    little bare butts all the way down the hall. I had
    never needed an orgasm so badly.

    .

    I had the table set and was putting dinner on the
    table when June got home. We all chatted about the
    day's activities while we ate. Well the girls and I
    did keep quiet about the afternoon's activities.

    June was excited about the trip. Her boss had enough
    confidence in her abilities to ask her along. She was
    to take notes during the meetings and do research in
    between. She had even brought home a thick folder of
    papers concerning the companies involved in the
    negotiations. She wanted to start going through them
    as soon as she was done packing.

    She went upstairs to pack as soon as she was done
    eating. The girls helped me do the dishes before
    settling down to finish their homework.

    June was busy reading when I got upstairs. "How long
    will you be gone, honey?"

    "Two days at most. Ms. Jefferson said if we can't wrap
    things up by then it isn't worth it."

    "Well, how about a little adult playtime before
    bedtime tonight? Just to remind me what I'll bee
    missing while you're away."

    June looked up from her papers. "Come back in a couple
    hours. If I don't put this stuff away when you get
    back, rip the clothes off my body and ravish me on the
    floor. Just don't get any cum on the papers. I don't
    think I could explain that to Ms. Jefferson."

    I fondled June's breasts as I nuzzled her neck. Her
    nipples responded to my touch. "You've got a deal,
    honey," I said as June shuddered with delight.

    The girls were watching T.V. in the family room when I
    got downstairs. I checked their homework and settled
    down to watch with them. Becky sat on my right and
    Marla sat on my left as we watched some dysfunctional
    sitcom family sort out some improbable domestic
    problem. The fear of being caught by June prevented me
    from continuing our afternoon sex play.

    After a couple more sitcoms it was time for bed. The
    girls kissed me and went to their bedroom with no
    protests. I watched T.V for another half hour and then
    went to check on them. They were both in bed with the
    lights out. I briefly considered the possibility of
    once more touching the bear flesh between their legs.
    Instead I just bent down to kiss each girl good night
    and quietly closed the door on my way out.

    I returned to the family room to watch a little more
    but was too horny to sit there. I was about to turn
    off the television when June came into the family
    room.

    Her hair was wet and she was wearing her robe. "You
    should have told me you were taking a shower. I could
    have helped you wash your back."

    June sat beside me on the couch. "If you were helping
    me wash, we would still be in the shower."

    I put one hand under her robe to caress a naked
    breast. It felt huge under my hand. Somehow I had
    expected it to be the same size as Marla's or Becky's
    breasts.

    We kissed hungrily. She was just as eager as I was. I
    was startled when she abruptly broke off the kiss.

    "I don't want the kids to catch us. Let's go to the
    bedroom."

    "They're already asleep. I just checked on them." I
    untied the sash of June's robe.

    "Are you sure?" June's fingers fumbled with my belt
    buckle.

    I slipped the robe from her shoulders to expose her
    breasts. "Absolutely."

    "Good." June unbuttoned by shirt.

    We were both naked in record time. I looked at June's
    neatly trimmed pubic hair. I mentally compared it with
    the two hairless pussies I had seen earlier that day.
    "Have you ever though of shaving off all your pubic
    hair?" I asked June as I placed a hand on her crotch.

    June inhaled sharply as my fingers found her clit.
    "Not really. Why?"

    I didn't answer. Instead, I pushed June backwards
    until she was lying on the couch. June made sure that
    her robe was under her hips. My mouth briefly suckled
    a breast before moving down her belly to the light
    brown hair that hid her pussy lips.

    June's fingers gripped my hair as I began to work my
    tongue into her honey pot. Again I compared her to the
    girls. She tasted the same as she had last week.
    Neither of the girls tasted better than her. They were
    just different.

    In short order June was writhing with pleasure. My
    erection was aching for release. I rested my jaw for a
    second and caught a flicker of movement out of the
    corner of my eye.

    I instantly knew it was one or both of the girls. I
    considered what to do as I reapplied my mouth to
    June's pussy. I didn't care if the girls watched but
    June did. Well if June saw the girls then she could
    decide what to do.

    June shrieked as she had her orgasm from my tongue. If
    the movement I saw wasn't the girls then I'm pretty
    sure that her shriek of pleasure would wake them.

    I moved so that I was kneeling on the floor beside
    June's head. "Suck me," I said to her. She took my
    cock into her mouth and I arched my back as I lost
    myself in the moment. I was too close to cumming.

    I put my hand on June's head. "Hold it. I'm about to
    cum. I want to cum inside you."

    I sneaked a look out of the corner of my eye as I
    changed positions. Both Becky and Marla were peeking
    around the doorway.

    I got between June's legs and positioned the head of
    my cock at the entrance to her cunt. June was already
    well lubricated with a mixture of my saliva and her
    own juices. June guided me as I slid into her. I
    sighed as I felt the walls of her cunt embrace my
    cock. I love that feeling of first penetration.

    We made love slowly and gently. I was still close to
    orgasm and wanted to help June to achieve her second
    orgasm before I shot my load.

    June came in only a few minutes. Maybe it was the
    atypical location for our lovemaking. Maybe it was the
    increased chance of being caught by the girls.
    Whatever the reason, her orgasm came on hard and fast.
    She sobbed and gasped as her muscles spasmed. The
    girls were getting an eyeful tonight.

    My balls tightened against my body. Cum surged from my
    cock and flooded into June's cunt. I seemed to cum for
    hours, though it must have been only a few seconds. I
    had been waiting for this since I had fingered the
    girls that afternoon.

    I collapsed onto June's chest. Both of us were sodden
    with a rapidly cooling glaze of sweat. I casually
    turned my head to the side but was careful to keep my
    eyes closed. The girls quickly dodged out of the way.

    I knew I would weigh too much for June to bear my
    weight for too long so I rolled off of June and sat on
    the floor so that my body blocked her view of the
    doorway. I opened my eyes just enough to see as I let
    out a little theatrical snore.

    The girls took the bait and peeped around the corner
    again. I put one finger to my lips as I opened my eyes
    and waved them away with my other hand. Becky smiled
    at me and tugged Marla away from the door.

    I gave the girls a few minutes to get into bed before
    I shook June's shoulder. "Let's go to bed, Honey."

    June groaned and protested weakly. "Let me sleep
    here."

    "Do you want the girls to find you naked and freshly
    fucked tomorrow morning?"

    She groaned again but slowly sat up. She looked down
    between her legs. "God you made a mess. You must have
    emptied a quart of cum into me."

    "Well clamp your legs together on the way to the
    bathroom so you don't drip onto the carpet."

    June covered her pussy with one hand as she stood up.
    I helped her into her robe. She kissed my cheek and
    said, "I'm going to clean up and check on the kids.
    I'll meet you in the bedroom in a minute."

    "Just be sure you're ready for another tongue
    lashing." I patted her on the ass and followed her
    down the hall carrying my clothes.

    After June closed the door to the bathroom, I poked my
    head into the girl's bedroom. "Mom's going to check on
    you in a minute," I whispered. "Be sure you're asleep
    when she does."

    "Yes, Daddy," whispered Becky.

    "Goodnight then." I closed the door and went to bed.

    June crawled into bed with me a few minutes later.
    "Now what were you saying about giving me another
    tongue lashing?"

    My only response was a yawn and a peck on the cheek.
    Both of us fell asleep almost immediately.

    The alarm rang way too early. June was already
    finishing her morning coffee when I dragged my ass
    downstairs at seven o'clock. We had two hours to get
    to the airport that was an hour away.

    The girls joined us thirty minutes later. Both were
    dressed and ready for the bus. This was a distinct
    improvement from most days when they showed up half
    ready and complaining about having to go to school.

    They wolfed down breakfast and kissed June good-bye as
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I would miss have June next to
    me for a few nights. I always did. It usually took me
    three nights just to move from my side of our bed. I
    felt lonely and excited at the same time.

    Even though I would miss June, I would also have a few
    uninterrupted evenings with Becky and Marla. I wasn't
    sure how far our sex play would go but I wanted to
    explore this newly revealed side of my own sexuality.
    I had never considered myself a pedophile or one of
    those men who show up on the news charged with
    molesting their own daughters but it was pretty plain
    that I was in that group.

    We parked in the ramp and took the tunnel to the main
    building at MSP. There were a lot more people
    traveling than I expected.

    June got her boarding pass at the e-ticket machine
    while I checked the monitors for her gate. Why is it
    that every time I go to the airport my gate is at the
    far end of the concourse?

    Ms. Jefferson was already in the waiting area when we
    arrived. She was shorter than June by at least six
    inches. Her blonde hair was cut short in a typical
    professional woman's easy to manage bob. She was
    impeccably dressed in a gray business suit jacket and
    skirt. She projected an air of confidence and looked
    ready to take over the reins of any company on a
    moments notice.

    Ms. Jefferson was polite and charming as June
    introduced us. I liked her immediately. She came
    across as a dedicated businesswoman.

    I started feeling uneasy. Something didn't feel right
    but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't Ms.
    Jefferson. I don't know what it was. I mentally
    shrugged and let it go.

    I had intended to wait with June until she had to
    board but Ms. Jefferson wanted to start reviewing
    their papers and strategy before the flight. June was
    also eager to go over what she had learned while
    studying the papers last night. I kissed June good-bye
    and shook hands with Ms. Jefferson. The uneasy feeling
    didn't go away.

    .

    The day passed surprisingly swiftly. I got a lot of
    work done and was taking a break when the girls got
    home. They came bounding into my office.

    "Hi, Daddy!" shrieked Becky as she jumped onto my lap
    to kiss me. Marla came in just as swiftly though much
    quieter.

    "Hi, girls. How was school?"

    "Boorring!" they said in unison.

    "I'm sorry to hear that. Well do your home work and
    then we'll eat."

    Becky jumped off my lap and began to unzip her jeans.
    "We wanna play first."

    "No. We'll play after homework and supper. Your Mom is
    out of town so we'll have plenty of time after
    supper."

    Becky stuck out her lower lip in the most dramatic
    pout I had seen in a long time.

    "Aaawww, Daaaad. Just a little play first. Pleeaasse!"
    She thrust her hand into her pants to cup her mound.

    Marla took Becky's elbow. "C'mon Becky. The sooner we
    finish homework, the sooner we can have fun."

    Becky opened her mouth to protest but shut it when
    Marla shook her head. They whispered conspiratorially
    as they left my office.

    .

    After supper I checked the homework. Some of it was
    very evidently done in a hurry. Both girls pouted as
    they sat at the kitchen table to redo the sloppy work.

    I went to the family room to watch T.V. while they
    finished up.

    A few minutes after I settled myself on the couch two
    naked girls attacked me. They came running into the
    family room, jumped onto my lap, and wrapped their
    arms around my neck.

    "Time to play, Daddy!" they squealed.

    I fought back by tickling them until both of them were
    breathless and begging me to stop.

    We all sat still for a few minutes to catch our
    breath. I was sandwiched between two giggling girls
    with an arm around each of them. "So what game are we
    going to play?"

    Becky bumped my shoulder with hers. "You know what
    game, Daddy. The one we played yesterday where you
    rubbed me."

    "No!" yelled Marla. "I wanna play the game that you
    played with Mommy last night."

    I patted her thigh. "Sorry, honey. I can't play that
    game with you. That's for adults only."

    "But, can't we do some of the things that you and
    Mommy did?"

    "Welll, maybe. What things did you want to do?"

    Marla dissolved into giggles again. Becky stepped in
    to help her. "She wants you to put your mouth on her
    cunny."

    "On her what?"

    "You know what, Daddy. Between her legs. Where you
    rubbed us yesterday."

    "Are you sure you want me to do that to you, Marla?"

    "Yes, Daddy. I really do."

    "How about you, Becky? Should I do it to you, too?"

    Becky blushed a brilliant shape of red. The blush
    spread down her chest to her cute little nipples.
    "Yes," she whispered as she hugged my arm.

    "Let's go to the bedroom to play. We'll be more
    comfortable there."

    I held hands with Becky and Marla as we walked down
    the hall to my bedroom. The girls jumped on the bed
    and sat facing me.

    I stood in front of them. They kept their eyes glued
    to my crotch as I undressed. They both burst out with
    another peal of stifled giggles when I dropped my
    under shorts on the floor. My erect cock bobbed in
    time to my racing pulse.

    "What shall we do first?"

    The girls looked at each other. Becky whispered into
    Marla's ear. Marla nodded. "Lick my cunny first,
    Daddy."

    "O.K., darling." I kneeled by the bed and pulled Marla
    to the edge. After draping her legs over my shoulders
    I placed my mouth on her crotch. I inhaled deeply. Her
    salty little girl smell saturated my lungs. I could
    even taste her on my tongue without an initial lick.

    I ran my tongue along the length of her slit. Marla
    gasped as she felt the first touch. She tasted just as
    good as she smelled.

    I wormed my tongue between her lips. After one long
    slow lick from her clit to her hole her juices began
    to flow. I fucked my tongue in and out of her hole.
    She tasted as sweet as <A TITLE="Click for more information about 
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to me. Marla moaned and
    pressed her crotch against my face.

    My tongue returned to Marla's clit. I flicked the tip
    across her love bud. She shuddered as I gently sucked
    her clit into my mouth and continued to caress it with
    my tongue. Suck. Flick. Suck. Flick.

    Marla could no longer lay still. She humped her hips
    against my face and beat her hands on the bed. My face
    and chin dripped with the nectar from her pussy.

    She finally came with a long low shriek and muscle
    spasms that seemed to go on forever. She was as limp
    as a rag doll when she finished cumming.

    I lifted my mouth from her crotch. Marla was smiling.
    Her breasts were puffy and her nipples were erect with
    lingering arousal. As I suckled one breast, Marla
    moaned and squirmed again. She gripped my head and
    held my mouth to her breast while I teased her nipple
    with my lips and tongue.

    I finally broke free from her grasp and crawled onto
    the bed to kiss Marla on the mouth. "How was that,
    honey?"

    Marla thrust her tongue into my mouth. I returned the
    favor and continued the kiss for a minute. I
    reluctantly broke off the kiss and lay down on the
    bed.

    Becky kissed me. I slid my tongue between her lips.
    Becky pulled her head away. "You taste funny."

    "That's what Marla's pussy tastes like. You probably
    don't taste that much different. Do you want me to
    lick you and find out?"

    Becky hesitated. "Yeah. I do."

    "You don't seem sure, honey. Are you scared or
    embarrassed?"

    "I'm a little embarrassed, I guess. I mean hands are
    one thing but having you lick me down there seems a
    little gross."

    "I can rub you if you like. I don't want you to do
    anything you don't want to."

    Becky hesitated again.

    Marla spoke up. "It feels even better than a hand,
    Becky. You have to try it."

    "Let Becky make her own decision, Marla. Becky it is
    totally up to you. You may not like the same things as
    Marla. I can use my hand, or my mouth, or we can just
    lie here and cuddle."

    Becky laid her head on my chest. She was silent for
    almost a minute. "I want you to use your mouth on me."

    "O.K., honey. I will. If you want me to stop just tell
    me and I will."

    "O.K., Daddy."

    "All right. You put a knee on either side of my head."

    I helped Becky get herself settled in position. I held
    her slim hips with my hands. Her pussy looked so
    beautiful. "Whenever you're ready, you can just lower
    your cunny to my mouth."

    Becky didn't hesitate anymore. She rested her pussy on
    my mouth.

    My jaw was still a little sore from working on Marla,
    so I started slowly. I parted her lips with my tongue
    and pushed it as far into her hole as I could. She
    squeaked at the intrusion but didn't move her crotch
    from my face.

    I ran my tongue repeatedly from her hole to her clit.
    Her natural lubrication began flowing into my mouth.
    Becky tasted a little sweeter than Marla.

    I made love to my daughter with my mouth and tongue
    until I felt Becky quiver with excitement. She was
    getting close to orgasm. I increased the tempo of my
    licking and pushed her over the edge. She almost
    smothered me as she pressed her pussy against my mouth
    and nose. I swallowed the juice that gushed from her
    as fast as I could but it was useless. The juice ran
    down my chin and soaked my neck and my pillow.

    Eventually her throes subsided. She rolled off my face
    and lay exhausted beside me. Marla crawled up beside
    me licked my cheek before pushing her tongue into my
    mouth. We French kissed each other for a minute.

    "Becky tastes pretty good, Daddy."

    "She sure does, honey. And so do you." I kissed her
    forehead.

    Becky crawled up to also taste her own pussy juice
    from my cheek. "I guess I taste O.K."

    "Uh huh."

    Becky and Marla each lay down beside me with a head on
    my shoulder. We fell asleep like that.

    .

    I woke up some time later when Becky and Marla got off
    the bed. A short time later I heard the toilet flush
    and heard the girls giggling as the came back to my
    bedroom. They continued to whisper and giggle as they
    climbed back on the bed. I kept my eyes closed.

    One of the girls grasped my penis. I grew erect almost
    immediately. I felt a mouth slip over the head and a
    tongue licked its way around the tip of my cock. I
    grew even harder. I was disappointed when the mouth
    let go.

    I was about to speak up when I felt a second hand take
    hold of my cock. "Now use your mouth like I did," said
    Marla. "Just be sure to keep your teeth away from his
    thing. Dad said it really hurts if you don't."

    Another mouth surrounded my cock. "Li iss." I heard
    Becky mumble around a mouthful of my cock.

    "Now move your hand up and down."

    I felt Becky's hand stroke my cock. It was inexpert
    but improved rapidly as Marla corrected her.

    "Don't grip it so hard. A little faster. Keep you
    mouth on it. Does it feel good, Daddy?"

    I opened my eyes and nodded. Marla was fingering
    herself as Becky sucked me off. I cupped her pussy
    with my hand had helped her.

    It didn't take long to get me close to orgasm. "I'm
    gonna cum," I gasped.

    Becky took her mouth away from my cock. "No! Keep your
    mouth on it!"

    Becky resumed sucking my cock.

    I started cumming. Becky coughed as the first spurt of
    cum hit the back of her throat. Another spurt followed
    and she tried to swallow but the third gush came too
    quick. She coughed again and just let the rest of the
    cum dribble out of her mouth and coated my cock and
    her hand.

    I dropped my hand from Marla's pussy. She finished
    herself off. Marla collapsed on the bed beside me. The
    cum cooled on my balls.

    "I need to wash all this cum off myself. You girls
    could also use a bath. Shall we shower together?"

    "Yes!" They both answered simultaneously.

    I tried to keep my cum from dripping on the floor by
    covering my crotch with my hand as we walked to the
    master bathroom. It reminded me of June last night. I
    smiled as I remembered our lovemaking on the couch. My
    stomach tightened as I thought of her. I knew she
    would hit the ceiling if she ever found out about the
    sex play between the girls and me. I attributed the
    sick feeling in my stomach to the thought that June
    might find out.

    Our shower stall was big enough for June and I to
    share our showers. That was one of the reasons that we
    bought this house. With one adult and two children
    there was a little less room but we could still wash
    each other.

    After adjusting the temperature we soaped each other.
    The girls took turns washing my penis. It was never so
    clean as it was that night. I soaped each of the girls
    one at a time. I paid special attention to their
    breasts and crotches. The giggles and squeals of
    delight encouraged me to drag out the shower until the
    water began to cool to the point of being
    uncomfortable.

    I was erect again by the time we got done. We
    continued our play by drying each other off. The girls
    wanted to sleep in my bed that night.

    "C'mon, Daddy. We might as well. We want to be close
    to you tonight. Becky's put her mouth on your thing
    and I haven't. If you let us sleep in your bed, I'll
    do that for you."

    "As much as I look forward to that, Marla, I think it
    would not be a good idea. It could lead to other
    things that you're just not ready for."

    "You mean like having real sex? Like you and Mommy did
    on the couch last night."

    "Yes, honey. That's exactly what we can't do."

    "We won't do that then."

    "Honey, it's not that simple."

    The telephone interrupted the rest of my speech on how
    little girls should not tempt their fathers into
    having sexual intercourse. It was June. My stomach
    tightened again. Something was definitely not right.

    "Mark, we did it!" June was positively triumphant.

    "You're already finished? I was incredulous.

    "Yes! They agreed to almost all our terms. Ms.
    Jefferson and I are going out to celebrate. We'll be
    home tomorrow morning."

    "Come home tonight, dear. I love you. The girls and I
    miss you. You can celebrate here."

    "That's really sweet, dear. I love you, too. Ms.
    Jefferson has already arranged to meet all the people
    involved at one of the nightclubs. We have a limo
    waiting downstairs. Bye-bye, dear. Love you."

    "I love you, too." My stomach hurt so much I had to
    sit down. I had a horrible feeling that I would never
    talk to her again. I couldn't shake the feeling. I
    knew that this was what I had been dreading since this
    morning. It was crazy, but I just knew it. I called
    her room back. The phone rang a dozen times. I called
    the front desk. Her limo had just left. They didn't
    know what club they were going to. I wanted to curl up
    into a ball.

    The girls knew some thing was wrong. They were getting
    scared. I forced a smile. I didn't want to be alone.
    "All right girls. You can sleep with me tonight."

    Their smiles were also a little forced. We jumped into
    bed and played another game of tickle until we were so
    breathless that we had to stop. We fondled and kissed
    each other for a while and the girls drifted off to
    sleep.

    I fell asleep when I was too tired to stay awake.

    I tried to get things back to normal the next day. I
    got up and dressed before making breakfast. When the
    girls came to the kitchen naked, I made them go get
    dressed before they could eat. They protested and
    pouted but complied. I knew the phone call would come
    soon. My stomach was getting tighter.

    As soon as the girls left, I called the airline.

    June was not on her flight.

    I sat down and stared at the wall. It was too late.
    How did I know? I'm a rational man. I don't believe in
    this premonition bullshit. They took a different
    flight. I didn't believe a word of what I told myself.

    The doorbell rang. I knew who it was before I answered
    the door.

    I looked through the window before I opened the door.
    A police cruiser was parked at the curb.

    I opened the door and greeted the officers. "Hello."

    "Good morning, sir. Are you Mr. Olson?"

    "Yes, I am."

    "Is your wife home, Mr. Olson?"

    "No. She's in California on business. She should be
    home later this morning. Is there something I can help
    you with?"

    "May I come in Mr. Olson?"

    "Certainly. What's going on officer?"

    The officer sat down in the living room. He licked his
    lips. "I have some bad news Mr. Olson. Your wife was
    killed last night in Los Angeles."

    I couldn't speak for a minute. "No. There must be a
    mistake. I spoke to June just last night. She was
    fine."

    "We're pretty sure that there's no mistake, Mr. Olson.
    She was riding in a limousine and got broadsided by a
    semi. There were two women in the back seat. A Paula
    Jefferson and a June Olson. Both were killed
    instantly. The Los Angeles police didn't find the
    purses until this morning."

    The policeman sounded very odd. Like he was talking
    from a very long way away. My skin tingled and my
    vision narrowed until I was looking at the world
    through a pipe. The next thing I knew I was waking up
    on the floor.

    One of the policemen was talking to the other. "I
    really hate this part of the job."

    I hate it, too, I thought to myself. "June." I croaked
    and started to cry.


    March 2001

    The next month was a nightmare in slow motion. The
    girls refused to leave my side. We flew to LA to claim
    the body. When we got back, I pulled them out of
    school for the rest of the year. I taught them myself
    using some of the home schooling materials available
    for parents. In all that time Becky cried almost
    constantly and Marla never cried at all. I was totally
    at a loss as to what to do to help her.

    The girls refused to sleep in their own bedroom. If I
    was out of Becky's sight for more than a half hour she
    would search frantically through the house until she
    found me. Marla wouldn't even let me out of her sight.
    She would follow me to the bathroom and wait outside
    until I came out. She would cling to my side whenever
    we left the house. Her conversation became almost
    monosyllabic. Our sex play even stopped. We spent a
    lot of time holding each other, though.

    My lawyer called one night and said that I had to get
    my act together or risk losing the house. He needed
    some of the papers from my deposit box so we went to
    the bank that afternoon. It was too close to closing
    time so I just grabbed all the papers in the box
    intending to sort them out at home.

    After a quiet supper I sat at the table to get
    everything ready for the next day. I found the papers
    I needed right away but continued looking out of a
    need to be doing something to avoid thinking about
    June. I found some of the photographs that June and I
    had put into the box to give to Marla when she was
    older. I set the photos to one side and Marla
    immediately grabbed them.

    I continued looking and found one of the envelopes we
    had gotten from Jack and Betty's deposit box. This one
    had Marla's name on it. I was going to ask her if she
    wanted it but when I looked up to ask her I saw that
    she was crying. She was next to me looking at one of
    the photos. I leaned over and saw that she was looking
    at a photo of our families in Jack and Betty's
    backyard. Jack and Betty were holding Marla's hands.
    June was standing next to them holding Becky's hand. I
    was the only one missing because I was the one who had
    taken the picture. Tears were streaming down Marla's
    face. I started crying, too.

    I picked up Marla and held her as I walked her around
    the kitchen. It was so good to finally have her
    reacting to something. Becky started crying, too.
    Mostly out of confusion, I suspect. I took her hand
    and walked to the family room.

    We cried on and off for most of the evening. In
    between crying we talked about Jack and Betty and
    Marla. We talked about the good times and fond
    memories of them and some of the bad times and bad
    memories.

    It was finally bed time and I shooed the girls down
    the hall to wash up and get ready for bed. It was the
    first time they willingly let me out of their sight
    since June had died.

    We hugged each other as we lay in bed. Marla and Becky
    were slowly returning to their old selves. I finally
    saw that there would be a tomorrow where I wouldn't
    miss June every minute of the day. All three of us lay
    on the knowing that we could count on the other two.
    We fell asleep that way.

    Later that night I woke up when I felt a tug on my
    belt buckle. I half sat up and opened my eyes. Marla's
    clothing was scattered around the bed. She was
    completely nude and now she was trying to undress me.

    I placed my hand on top of her hand. "You don't need
    to do this, Marla. You know I still love you."

    "I know, Daddy. But this is important to me. I want
    you to really do to me what you did to Mommy. Not just
    your hand or mouth but all of it."

    "Are you sure, Marla? You're still pretty small. You
    know that it might hurt."

    "I know. I need it, Daddy." Tears fell off her cheeks
    onto my under shorts.

    "All right, baby. Whatever you want. I'll try not to
    hurt you."

    I undressed and lay beside Marla's naked body. Becky
    was still asleep.

    Marla kissed me with an insatiable hunger. I caressed
    her pussy with my hand. She was dry but soon began
    producing some lubrication. I knew penetration would
    be painful without more juice. "Let me use my mouth on
    you, Marla. I want to taste you before we do this."

    Marla straddled my face and pressed her crotch against
    my mouth. She could barely reach my cock but she did
    what she could to get me ready. When I could feel her
    juice flowing freely into my mouth, I knew she was
    ready. I lifted her hips away from my face. "Turn
    around, honey. Kiss me."

    Marla obeyed. She kissed me hard for a few seconds.
    "Now, Daddy!" she whispered urgently.

    "O.K. You'll be on top. I'll hold my cock and you let
    it slide into your hole. It might hurt a bit. If it
    does, just slow down."

    Marla fumbled with my cock as she tried to aim it into
    herself. Eventually the head of my cock parted her
    cunt lips and began to slide home. I encountered the
    thin barrier of her virginity and Marla stopped for a
    second.

    "That's your cherry, Marla. Are you sure you want to
    do this?"

    More tears fell on my chest. Marla nodded. "Do it,
    Daddy," she whispered. Do it now. Please, Daddy."

    I thrust upward with my hips and broke through her
    maidenhead. Marla gasped but kept pushing herself onto
    my cock. When her pubic mound touched mine she
    collapsed onto my chest. My cock was buried in my
    little girl's cunt. She was so tight I was delirious.

    Marla lifted her hips from mine and began to hump
    herself up and down on my cock.

    I held Marla's hips with my hands and helped her. I
    knew I couldn't last long in Marla's tight pussy. I
    worked her clit with my thumb. She was close. Her
    tears continued to splash on my chest as she fucked
    herself on my cock.

    Finally she shuddered and gasped as she had her
    orgasm. I let her finish and lie on my chest with my
    cock buried in her. I hadn't cum yet but that didn't
    very important right now.

    Becky kissed my cheek and hugged me. "I'm glad,
    Daddy."

    She kissed me again before turning over and falling
    asleep.

    Marla snored softly on my chest. I rolled over to
    place her on the bed. My cock pulled out of her with a
    soft plop. I still had an erection.

    I went to the kitchen to get some water.

    March 2001

    The light was still on as I walked into the kitchen. I
    sat down and looked at the papers, old photographs,
    and envelopes scattered on the table. I thought back
    to the time almost a year ago before my world changed
    and fell apart and then came back together again. I
    picked the envelope with Marla's name on it. 'For
    Marla on her 16th birthday' was printed on it.

    I tapped the envelope on the table. It wasn't sealed
    very well. I slid my finger under the flap. It opened
    up with out tearing.

    There was a single sheet of paper and a three blood
    donor cards inside. The letter was hand written and
    signed by Betty.


    'June 20, 1999

    My dearest Marla,

    You are only seven years old as I am writing this. I'm
    not even sure I'll give it to you but I feel that you
    need to know about your father.

    The doctors though you might have to have surgery last
    month. You dad and I donated blood for your use but it
    wasn't needed thank goodness. I looked at the blood
    types that they wrote on the cards that your father
    and I got after we donated. It is very clear from the
    donor cards that my husband is not your father. Mark
    Olson is your real father. We had a short affair. I
    could never explain to you why we had the affair.
    Nothing I could say would make sense to you. It
    doesn't even make sense to me now.

    The affair resulted in your being born. I found out
    later that your dad could never have children. I think
    he also knows that now. Please believe me when I say
    that your dad loves you.

    I hope I have the strength to burn this before you can
    read it.

    All my love,
    Mom'

    I stared at the letter and the donor cards. I though
    about Marla and Becky sound asleep in my bed. The
    deaths of Betty, Jack, and June had already caused
    them too much trouble in their lives.

    I found a book of matches in the junk drawer. I was so
    nervous I broke three matches before one caught fire.

    I held the paper over the sink as it burned. I washed
    the ashes down the sink.

    The donor cards were plastic. I settled for cutting
    them into thin strips and dropping them into the
    garbage can.

    I stood in the doorway of my bedroom. My two daughters
    slept quietly in the middle of my bed. Things were
    going to be all right.

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    Good job

How long did this take you??

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    Excellent story!

Enjoyed it very much.

Is there a sequel?

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    can't wait for part 2


great story

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Daddy has a hard cock!

Registered: Nov 2003
Location: Europe
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    turns me on!

I am turned on by this daddy's loving.

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Great story.

Thanks
Dan

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To share the love to the one you love and the one who needed,why not shared?

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    Wonderful Story

That was a great story...well written, easy to read...and quite the tear 
jearker too...I hope that there is more to cum...

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