Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2002 00:10:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Lan Garrick <Lan_Garrick@afreeinternet.com>
Subject: My Girls, Part 1

This is a work of erotic fiction, and is not intended for viewing by anyone
under the age of 18. All characters and events portrayed in this story are
fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental.
Do not progress further if you are under 18 or if pornography is illegal in
the area in which you live.

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My Girls

By and copyright Lan Garrick, 2002

(gg, Mg, Mgg, inc, ped, cons, oral)

A lot of what you're about to read is hearsay, the story my daughters told
me, when I asked them how it happened that they ended up being each other's
lovers, and wanting to be MY lovers.  And, in the end, succeeded in that
goal.

So here's some background - and how it happened . . . .

When Amy was eight, and Lisa had just turned four, my wife left me for
another man.  We had gone to Florida for a month, staying in a small and
(almost) reasonably priced resort about twenty miles from Disney, and while
we were there, my wife met and fell in love with some German doctor who was
staying a couple of cabins away.  She left with him, three days before the
vacation was supposed to end, and filed for divorce from Las Vegas, three
months later.  All I got from her was a note, and the girls.  She had
always been kind of . . . well, obsessed with social status, and I suppose
there was more status attached to being the American wife of a German
neurosurgeon than there was to being the wife of a successful commercial
artist, who specialized in painting book covers and movie posters.  And
probably more money, too.

The girls were, if anything, more shocked by their mother's betrayal and
desertion than I was.  Amy and Lisa both slept with me that night, and we
left the resort the next morning, as there was no fun left to be had in the
place where their mother betrayed us.

For a month, they slept with me, both of them.  After that, it tapered off,
first Amy, then, after another two weeks, Lisa, returning to their own
beds.

After that, we settled back into a normal routine.  I have always worked at
home, having a nicely lit studio at the back of the house, so there was no
need to find a sitter for the girls.  I just changed my routine a bit,
started painting earlier in the day, right after Amy - and later, both of
them - got on the bus for school, and stopping when they got home, or
shortly afterwards.

For almost four years, things went normally.  The girls and I became closer
than ever, which I would have thought impossible, before my wife left, as I
had always doted on them.  But, without their mother (from whom we never
heard, after the divorce was finalized) around, I ended up spending more
time with them, and having to fill a role I'd never been prepared for.
Fortunately, my mother, though she lived out of state, was very helpful.
She would call me, occasionally, and ask how things were going, and prepare
me for the more normal rigors of raising a daughter.  And when I wasn't
sure what to do, I could always call her, or my younger sister, and they
would talk me through my latest confusion.  If it weren't for Mom, and
Valerie, my sister, I would probably have gone quite mad, about the time
Amy hit puberty, shortly after she turned eleven.  With their help - mostly
Valerie's as she was younger than I by several years, being 24 when Amy was
11, and I was 32 - I would have probably botched things up badly.

Of course, there are people who would say that I did anyway.

But, Valerie told me how to answer the questions that Amy would inevitably
ask, steered me towards some very helpful books, and was always there when
I needed her.

By the time it started, both girls were simply beautiful.  Amy, at almost
twelve, was about four feet, six inches, and slender.  She had some little
bit of flare to her hips, and a nicely rounded butt.  Her breasts were
barely there, mostly nipples on little pads of flesh.  Her face was oval,
with her mother's high cheekbones, and my green eyes, and her hair was
black, like her mother's.  Lisa was not quite four feet tall, and slender,
with a little girl's butt, and no breasts.  There was no doubt that she was
Amy's sister, as she had the same oval face, though her eyes were brown,
like her mother's, and her hair dark brown.  Both had just a hint of gold
to their skin.  (That, and their smallness, they got from their mother, who
had been one quarter Japanese.)

It started over a month before I caught them, almost a month before Amy's
twelfth birthday.  When Amy and I had talked about the changes that were
going to happen to her, a couple of days after her eleventh birthday, I had
encouraged her to masturbate, when she started wanting to, explaining that
it was perfectly healthy (after all, masturbation had been my only release
for almost four years).  So, after discovering that rubbing between her
legs felt good, Amy did exactly that.  But I hadn't told her about being
overly careful about it.  She was careful to keep it out of my sight, being
aware that it would embarrass me, I think (after all, I blushed and
stammered most of the way through our talk about puberty).

But she wasn't worried about keeping it from Lisa.  It never occurred to
her that she should, I guess.  They were very close, as we lived in the
country, three miles from the nearest neighbor, and fourteen miles from the
nearest neighbor with kids anywhere close to their ages.

So, late in the morning one Saturday in mid-May, while I was painting, Amy
settled on to her bed, naked, and began to play with herself.  She was
using one hand to rub her nipples, and one between her legs, rubbing her
clitoris, when Lisa came in, having gotten bored with the morning cartoons.

Lisa watched, for a minute, unsure of what Amy was doing, or if, since Amy
was nude, she was supposed to be here watching.  Amy saw her, and said,
"Hi, Lisa," so Lisa decided it was all right, and came closer to the bed.

She watched Amy for a couple of minutes, standing beside the bed, and
staring openly, before saying anything.

"What are you doing?" Lisa finally asked.

"Masturbating," Amy said.  "Playing with myself.  It feels really good!"

Lisa thought about this for a minute, watching her older sister's hands,
one rubbing and pinching her nipples, the other rubbing her clitoris,
making her wet between her legs.

"Can I do that?" Lisa asked, finally.

"Sure," Amy answered, not understanding what Lisa really meant.  She
thought Lisa wanted to know if she could masturbate herself.

So Amy was very shocked, when her little sister reached between her legs,
pushed aside her hand, and started rubbing between Amy's legs.

"It's all wet," Lisa said.  "Did you pee on yourself?"

"Um," Amy said, not sure if this should be happening, but liking the feel
of another person's hand between her legs so much that she didn't even
really consider asking Lisa to stop.  "No, of course not!  It's
lubrication.  It's meant to make it easier to have sex.  It just means that
it feels good, that I feel sexy."

"Oh."  Lisa thought about that, for a moment.  "You like me rubbing you
too?"

"Yes," Amy gasped.  "It feels really nice.  So you like doing it?"

"It makes you feel good," Lisa said.  "And it makes me feel good too.
Yeah, I like it."

"Cool," Amy said, and put her other hand on her breasts, relaxing to what
Lisa was doing.  After a few minutes, she began to approach orgasm, and
told Lisa to rub harder and faster.

Lisa obliged, and Amy had her first other-directed orgasm.  It shook her
whole body, and she knew she was going to make some sound, so she said
something that would, she hoped, let Lisa know she was making sounds
because it was good, not because it hurt, or anything.

"Yes!" Amy cried.  "Yes, yes, yes!  Don't stop Lisa, don't stop!"

The rest of her words were lost to a little scream, but Lisa wasn't scared.
She just kept rubbing, until, after she relaxed, Amy said, "You can stop
now."

Lisa stopped rubbing, but kept her hand between Amy's legs.  "You're really
wet, now," she said, after a moment.

"Uh-huh," Amy said.  "That's because you made me feel great!  I had an
orgasm.  It's where you feel so good it makes you stop thinking, daddy
says.  All you can do is feel good, all over.  And the wet stuff is to make
it feel better, easier, when a boy has his thing in you, or somebody is
rubbing you.  It tastes good, too.  I tasted it, once, and now I lick it
off my fingers all the time."

Lisa promptly took her hand out from between Amy's legs, and licked her
sticky fingers.  They tasted salty, musky, and sort of sweet, all at once.
Amy was right, it did taste good.

So, Lisa leaned over, pushed Amy's legs a bit further apart, and licked
some straight off of Amy's pussy.  Amy moaned, and let out a little yelp,
and Lisa straightened, thinking she had done something bad, and said, "I'm
sorry!"

"No, that felt REALLY good!" Amy said.  "Do it some more, please, Lisa!"

Since she liked the taste, and loved her sister, liked making Amy feel
good, Lisa did as she was asked.  Amy's legs spread further, and Lisa bent
over, and licked Amy's pussy lips, barely protruding from her mound.  Amy
gasped, and put her hand on Lisa's head, to make sure she wasn't going to
quit, soon.  Lisa kept licking, and shortly, her tongue touched Amy's clit
- and Amy squealed in happiness, and started an orgasm, pushing her little
eight year-old sister's face between her legs a bit harder.  Sensing that
Amy was pushing because she liked it, Lisa concentrated there, and began
licking faster, and pushing a bit harder with her tongue.

In seconds, Amy had the longest, hardest orgasm in her short history of
orgasms.  She shook, and yelled (I never heard - I have my studio well
soundproofed), and then lay gasping, her hand relaxing, as the orgasm wound
down.

"Oh, WOW, Lisa - that was great!" Amy said.

Lisa licked a few more times, getting as much of her sister's juices as she
could, before lifting her head.

"Would you do it to me?" Lisa asked.

Amy thought about it for a moment, before deciding that she would.  It was
only polite, since Lisa had made her feel so good.

"Sure," Amy said.  "In a minute.  Come up here, first."

Lisa did as she was told, and Amy hugged her hard, and kissed her briefly
on the mouth, liking the way Lisa's lips tasted like her own pussy.  After
a second of thinking, Amy asked if she could kiss Lisa again - "like a
grown-up kiss, I mean."

Lisa agreed, liking this game, and Amy kissed her mouth, soft and slow,
with her own mouth slightly open.  Lisa opened her mouth in response, and,
as she had seen in dozens of movies and TV shows, Amy slipped her tongue
into Lisa's mouth.

They both got the giggles, after only a few seconds, and had to part for a
minute.  Then, they did it again, and Amy felt her sister's tongue
responding, this time.  For several minutes, all they did was kiss, and
Lisa stroked and pinched Amy's nipples, as she had seen her sister doing.

Finally, Lisa broke off the kissing, and said, "Lick me, now.  Should I
take my clothes off?"

"Yeah, okay."  Amy grinned, and kissed her little sister again.  "And yes,
silly - you have to get undressed."

Lisa stood up, and took off her jeans, and her t-shirt, and finally, her
underwear.  Amy looked at her for a moment, then smiled and said, "You're
awful pretty, Lisa.  Are you ready?"

"Uh-huh," Lisa said.  "Are you gonna rub me first?"

"Yeah, I am," Amy answered, and sat down on the edge of the bed.  She
reached her hand between Lisa's legs, and began rubbing her little sister's
undeveloped pussy.  After only a couple of seconds, Lisa made a happy
little moaning sound, and spread her legs wider.  Amy smiled, and said,
"See?  I do it a lot, because it feels so good."

"Uh-huh," Lisa answered.  She felt herself getting very warm, and tingly.
After a few minutes of rubbing, her pussy got damp, and Amy promptly licked
her fingers off.

"Oh, you taste good," Amy said.  "Want to taste?"

Lisa nodded, and Amy reached between her legs, and rubbed for a moment,
before raising her sticky fingers to Lisa's lips.  Lisa licked at her older
sister's fingers almost frantically, realizing that she tasted very much
like Amy did, down there.

Amy went back to rubbing, sometimes leaning over to kiss her little sister,
and, when she realized that Lisa's nipples, small as they were, were hard,
to lick and suck them, as she'd seen in a couple of R-rated movies on TV.
Lisa liked this, and Amy decided to ask Lisa to lick her nipples, later.

"Lick me there, Amy!" Lisa said, after a long time of being played with and
having her nipples sucked.  "Down between my legs!  Please?"

Amy had thought about it, and figured out that it would be best to stretch
out on her belly on the bed, and put her face between Lisa's legs, to lick
her little sister.  She moved to do so, wondering, for just a second, what
I would say, if I knew she was doing this.  Then she decided that she liked
it too much to worry about that.  She smiled, and laid down on her belly,
her face between her little sister's legs.

Amy's first touch of her tongue to Lisa's immature little pussy brought a
shudder of pleasure to them both.  Lisa spread her legs even further, to
let Amy lick her easier, and Amy responded by putting more pressure on her
tongue, forcing it slightly between Lisa's pussy lips.  In a couple of
seconds, she found Lisa's clit, and began teasing it with her tongue,
remembering how good it had felt for her, when Lisa did it to her.

Very soon, Lisa started shuddering and gasping, and making little cries of
delight.  She had an orgasm shortly after, not realizing, in her delight,
and intense pleasure, that it wasn't much of an orgasm, in terms of the
ones her sister had.  (After all, while the human body is [according to
doctors] capable of orgasm pretty much from birth, she was lacking a
certain sensitivity that would come with puberty.)

Amy licked until Lisa stopped her shuddering, and a couple of licks more
for the pleasure of the taste, and then lifted her head, and crawled up
Lisa's body, to kiss her eagerly on the mouth.

"See why I liked it so much?" Amy asked.

"Yeah!" Lisa said.  "Can we do it more?"

"Maybe after lunch," Amy said, and kissed Lisa again.  "Lisa, I don't think
we should tell Daddy about this.  He . . . I don't know if he would like us
doing it, because you're so young."

"Okay," Lisa said, frowning a little.  She didn't like keeping secrets from
me, but she definitely didn't want to stop the sex.  "I won't tell."

"Good," Lisa said.  "We'll do it more, when Daddy goes back to painting
after lunch."

And they did.  And, not long after, Amy began using her internet privileges
to look up things about sex on the web.  While she is a very bright girl,
being in advanced classes in most subjects, there was a great deal of stuff
that she didn't understand.  But, she was able to find some useful things,
to help them increase their pleasure.

She also found the term incest, and what it meant.  This being the web, she
found a lot of things that seemed in favor of it, more than she found
against it.  With a lot of research, she found out that it was the
possibility of unhealthy children that was at the root of the problem, as
well as the so-called emotional damage.

She didn't see any emotional damage being caused.  She liked what she and
Lisa were doing.  Lisa liked it.  They loved each other.

And they certainly couldn't give each other sick babies.

So, she could see no reason to quit.  That, and some chatting to people
from a web community, who had "incest" on their interest lists, convinced
her that it was okay.

And, thanks to one girl, who claimed to be 15, and to be her father's
lover, Amy started thinking about sex with me.

She knew that I was sterile, thanks to an adult case of the mumps, which
I'd gotten when she was seven.  (Mumps in an adult is serious business -
and I didn't know that, and neither did my wife.  I ended up sterile,
because of it - which was one of the reasons my wife cited for the divorce,
saying she desperately wanted more children.  True, I guess.  A mutual
friend that she keeps in contact with told me that my ex-wife has had two
kids, by the German, and has a third on the way.)

A few sites that had pictures of men and women having sex, more chat with
her fifteen year-old friend, and Amy decided that she wanted to have sex
with me.  She talked about it with Lisa, who was willing and eager, as
well.  (Her internet friend, thank heaven, told her that Lisa was almost
certainly too young for penetration - but, on the other hand, that she and
I could have an oral-sex based relationship.  Still, even after Amy told
her this, Lisa was game.)

So, Amy and Lisa kept making love, while trying to figure out how to seduce
me.  According to Amy, later, they would do it almost every night, after I
went to bed, and two or three times a day on Saturdays, and even daily,
after school let out for the summer.  Sundays, being family-outing day,
they made love only at night.

Thanks to Amy's net research, she and Lisa both became more proficient
lovers, and, according to the girls, there were a dozen times when they
thought sure I would have had to wake up at night, because Amy made so much
noise, when she had her orgasms (Lisa was much more quiet).

In the end, they got me, but it wasn't planned.  It was just something that
happened.

Summer arrived, and, a few days after school let out, Amy turned 12.  We
all went out, and had pizza, and there was a small party for Amy, with her
sister and her three close friends from school.  It was only a week after
that when I finished the painting I was working on.

I had a habit, when I finished a painting.  I would immediately take myself
and the girls out for ice cream, to celebrate.  And later, after dinner on
the day I finished, I would have a single glass of a very fine brandy that
I kept around just for that purpose.  And, after the girls went to bed, I
would smoke a single bowl of some very excellent marijuana I kept for
special occasions.

Normally, the girls ask fairly often how close I am to done with a
painting, when they think it's time for me to be finished.  And so they are
ready, when I come to get them to go out for ice cream.  They hadn't been
asking, this time, but I wrote that off to excitement over being out of
school for the summer.  I had no idea that they were far too distracted by
their being lovers to remember that I should be getting close to finished
with my painting.

So, early one Wednesday afternoon, a week after Amy turned twelve, I
finished the painting I was working on, about an hour after we finished
lunch.  It had been a hard one, as I'd had to paint a monster the author of
the book the painting was a cover was for had made up from scratch (it was
a fantasy novel).  So, I was very ready for ice cream, and a brandy and a
bit of marijuana, later.

I wasn't ready for what I saw, when I went to Amy's room to collect the
girls.

The door to Amy's room was open a couple of inches, and as I reached to
knock, I saw something that shocked me into complete paralysis.

Amy was on her bed, nude, leaning against the pillows she had propped
against the headboard, her legs spread wide.  One of her hands was
wandering back and forth between her breasts, and the other . . . .

Amy's other hand rested on the back of Lisa's head, lightly holding her
little eight year-old sister's mouth to her pussy.

Lisa was nude, too, and lapping away eagerly at Amy's pussy.  Her knees
were pulled up under her, and her butt was up in the air. I could see my
youngest daughter's little pussy, and I could see very clearly that it was
damp with excitement.  And Amy was shuddering, her body rippling in a
series of very dolphin-like waves, as her orgasm hit her.

I could only stare.  I watched, as Amy finished her orgasm, and Lisa rolled
sideways, out from between her sister's legs.  I stared at Amy's pussy,
wet, and only slightly developed, totally without hair.

I had the most intense erection of my life, so hard that it actually hurt.

Lisa moved up to snuggle into Amy's side, pausing for a moment to suck
hungrily on one of Amy's nipples, before cuddling into Amy's arms.

"Thanks, Lisa," Amy said, turning her little sister's face to her, and
kissing her, tongue darting lightly and familiarly into Lisa's mouth.
"That was great!"

"Will you lick me, now?" Lisa asked.  "Please?"

"In a minute, sweetie," Amy said.  "I want to relax for a minute, first."

"Okay."

They laid quietly, for a couple of minutes, before Amy reached casually
between Lisa's legs, and began stroking lightly.  Lisa made a happy sound,
and, after a couple of minutes of this, Amy rolled her sideways onto her
back, and moved over on top of her, beginning to slowly kiss and lick her
way down Lisa's tiny little body.  She spent a couple of minutes kissing
and sucking Lisa's little nipples, then moved slowly across Lisa's belly
(eliciting a series of giggles, as she paused to lick her sister's belly
button), and pushed her face between Lisa's legs.

My oldest daughter then began eating her baby sister's pussy, lapping
slowly and lovingly, at first, increasing in both tempo and eagerness, as
both girls got more and more into what was happening.

And I stood, paralyzed, and watched every minute of it, hardly blinking, my
dick so hard I could have knocked down brick walls with it.

Finally, after several minutes, Lisa began gasping, her body making those
same dolphin-like ripples that her sister had made, though smaller, less
emphatic.  After several seconds of this, she let out a tiny shriek, and
shuddered violently, in the grips of an orgasm.

That seemed to break the spell I was under.  I backed away from the door,
moving hastily, and (I thought) silently.  I went back to my studio, sat
down, lit a cigarette, and thought about what I had just seen.

Now, I'm not at all religious.  Not one drop.  And I've always prided
myself on being intelligent, and open-minded.  So, I wasn't actually upset
that my daughters were making love - just as surprised as I'd ever been by
anything.  There was no possibility of child, between two girls.  And,
while forced incest is wrong - any forced sex is wrong! - they were both
obviously willing participants.  Yes, Amy was young, and Lisa was VERY
young, for such activities, but . . . I could not make myself think of it
as wrong, or dangerous.  They both enjoyed it.  They loved each other.
Where was the harm?

I was VERY surprised by how excited the sight had made me.  I had never
thought of either girl sexually.  Hell, since I was 18 or so, I hadn't
really thought of any girl Amy's age as sexy.  And I had never contemplated
sex with someone as young as Lisa.

Now, I couldn't help but think of it.  The sight of my two little girls
making love had me so horny I could barely think of anything else.  I
wondered whether either of them was at all interested in men.

No, that's a lie.

I wondered if either of them was at all interested in ME!

I couldn't stand it any more.  I took out my dick - a nice-sized seven
inches, and insanely hard, right now - and began to stroke it, thinking of
Lisa licking Amy's barely-matured pussy, her own immature pussy damp with
excitement . . . .

What I didn't know was that I had made some inarticulate groaning sound, as
I backed away from the door to Amy's room - and Lisa had heard me, and
looked up, seen me backing away, known that I had seen her and Amy making
love.

As soon as she was sure I was gone, Lisa said, "Amy, Daddy saw us!"

Amy sat up, and jerked around.  She saw the bedroom door, open a couple of
inches, and said, "Oh, damn!  Lisa, are you sure?"

"Yes," Lisa said, sounding upset and scared.  "I saw him backing up, right
after my orgasm!  He saw!"

"Well, he didn't come in and yell at us," Amy said, trying to soothe her
own jangled nerves, as much as Lisa's.  "Maybe he isn't mad."

"You think so?"

"Well, Lisa, if he was mad, he'd probably have come in, wouldn't he?  You
know he hates to wait to punish us, he says it should be done as soon as we
do something wrong."

"Maybe you're right," Lisa admitted.  "What do we do now?"

"I'm gonna go talk to him," Amy said, getting up, and pulling on her
panties, shorts, and t-shirt.  "You go watch TV, or play in your room,
okay?"

"Okay," Lisa said.  She kissed Amy, almost chastely, and said, "Come tell
me what he says."

"I will," Amy agreed, and left for my studio.

I've never been one to insist that the girls knock, before entering my
studio.  Bedrooms, bathrooms, yes.  But, I work at home to be close to
them, so it seemed silly to restrict their access to my work space.  So,
when she got to the studio, Amy simply opened the door, and entered . . . .

To find me sitting in the big armchair I use when I take breaks, leaning
back, with my eyes closed - and my dick in my hand, masturbating.

Amy froze, and stared.  This was not the reaction she'd expected, not at
all.  Some part of her had hoped for it - but never expected it.

For almost a minute, she stood, and watched, trying to see my dick clearly
past the motion of my hand.  Then, my twelve year-old daughter got too
horny to be able to stand it anymore - and padded across the floor, bare
feet not making any sound on the indoor/outdoor carpet that covered half of
the room, including the half where the armchair was.

Without a sound, she dropped to her knees beside the chair, and reached
out, and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, below my own hand -
which flew off of my dick in my surprise.

As soon as my hand left my dick, Amy slid hers up, squeezing the upper
shaft, just a bit below he head, just short of too hard.

"Amy what the hell - "

"It's big, Daddy," Amy said, looking at me with wide, excited eyes, her
hand beginning to mimic my own up and down motions.

"Amy you shouldn't do that," I said, calling up my reserves of willpower.
Her hand, so small, and inexperienced, felt absolutely marvelous.

"Why not, Daddy?" Amy asked.

"It's a bad idea, is all," I said, lamely.

"You saw me and Lisa," Amy said.  "Is that bad, too?  Do we have to stop?"

"No, honey," I said, trying to work up the will to take her hand off of my
cock, and failing.  "It's okay.  But this is not a good idea at all."

"Why?"

"Because I'm your father," I said.  "And you aren't supposed to do things
like this with your father, baby."

"You aren't suppose to do them with your sister, either, are you?" Amy
asked.

"Well, no," I admitted, gasping a little, with the nearness of my orgasm.
"But that's different, honey.  I don't see anything wrong with that. Lisa
can't get you pregnant, and you both very obviously want to do it with each
other."

"Daddy, I remember you telling me what Mom meant by saying she was
divorcing you because she wanted more babies," Amy said, glancing back and
forth between my face, and my dick, which was leaking pre-cum at a rate
that had her hand very wet with the fluid, after only a minute or so.  "I
remember you saying that the mumps made you sterile, so you couldn't make
babies anymore.  You pretty obviously want to do it with us.  And I want to
do it with you, too - and so does Lisa."

That did it.  That flat, honest-sounding statement from my twelve year-old
daughter, telling me that she and her eight year-old sister both wanted to
have sex with me, while she stroked my dick, shot the excitement level far
too high to contain.  I started coming, hard, shooting sticky streams of
the stuff into the air, most of it landing on the floor, some on Amy's
hand.

Amy stroked until my dick stopped jumping in her hand - though it stayed
absolutely rock-hard - then let go, and did something that surprised me,
damn near shocked me into coming again, right away.

She raised her hand to her mouth, and her tongue darted out, and delicately
lapped up a tiny amount of the semen that was on her hand.  She tasted it,
and smiled at me - then licked the rest of it off of her hand greedily.

I groaned, and Lisa giggled, and said, "That was neat, Daddy.  It tastes
nice, too.

"Daddy, do you love me?  Love us?"

"You know I love you both, Amy," I said.  "I just - "

"You love us, and you can't get us pregnant," Amy said.  "You must have got
real excited over seeing us, to be masturbating like that.  We love you,
and want to do sex with you."  Her hand came back to wrap gently around my
cock, stroking very lightly up and down, and I moaned in pleasure.  "So why
won't you?  Since you can't get us pregnant, how is it different from us
doing it with each other?

"And don't tell me you could go to jail!  We know that, and would never
EVER tell anybody!"

My daughter's hand, sliding gently up and down my dick, barely skimming the
skin, felt so wonderful I thought I was going to die from pleasure.  I
couldn't think.  Not at all.

"Amy, stop that for a minute, please," I said.  "I need to think."

She stopped as soon as I said please.  I said the rest by reflex, and to
let her know I wasn't mad.

Well, not angry.  I felt like a madman, wanting this so very badly, and
very near to doing it.

"Amy, it might hurt you, if I made love to you," I said.  "And it would
almost certainly hurt Lisa."

"I don't think it would hurt me," Amy said.  "I mean, like make me bleed
hurt me.  I know it would probably hurt, a little, at least, the first
time.  Maybe not as much as you think, since I tore my hymen running track
this year.  But I don't care!  I love you, Daddy, and I want to MAKE love
to you!

"And Lisa knows she couldn't, not now at least.  She still wants to play
with you, and suck on you, and have you lick her.  And I want all of that,
and to make love to you!

"Please, Daddy?"

Amy looked at me, eyes pleading, then, and I melted.  She wanted it.  I
wanted it.  I knew she wouldn't lie to me, so Lisa must want it, too.

So, I pulled her to her feet, to stand beside my chair, slid forward a
little, and kissed my daughter like a lover.  My tongue slipped between her
lips, and hers met mine, darting and flickering frantically.  She moaned
into my mouth, and her hand went back down to wrap around my still-hard
cock, again.

When we broke, Amy suddenly moved around in front of my chair, and dropped
to her knees.  She pulled my pants and underwear, which were open, and
tugged down just enough to let me get my dick out, all the way off, leaving
me in socks and a t-shirt.

"Amy, what - ?"

"I know what to do, Daddy," Amy said.  "I found stuff about how to do this
online, and about how to eat a girl out, and I read it all.  I know what to
do."

With that, my twelve year old little girl leaned forward, and licked the
underside of the head of my cock, slowly, actually tasting it like a new
flavor of Popsicle.  I moaned, and my hands clenched on the armrests of the
chair, as I fought off the urge to cum immediately.

Amy smiled, then, and giggled.  "You liked that," she said.  "Good, the
article was right."

Then she licked my dick, from base to head, a long slow process, using the
flat of her tongue, until she reached the head, and ran the tip of her
tongue around the head.  I moaned in pleasure - and my little girl opened
her mouth wide, and lowered her head, taking the head of my cock in her
mouth.  Immediately, she started sucking, fairly hard, her cheeks caving
in, and her tongue working around the tip of my dick constantly.  She soon
had the top three inches in her mouth, and was bobbing her head, tongue in
constant motion, sucking almost too hard.

I never complained, simply stared at that mass of thick black hair,
resisted the urge to put my hand on the back of her head, and guide her
further down, and reveled in the sensations of my 12 year-old daughter
sucking my cock.

It took less than three minutes for me to orgasm, despite my gusher just a
few minutes before.  I warned her, thinking she wouldn't want me to cum in
her mouth, but Amy simply looked up at me, locked her eyes on mine - and
sucked harder, tongue accelerating it's caresses, and bobbed a little bit
deeper.

I shot my load in my daughter's mouth, surprising both of us with the
volume of semen, and Amy began gulping it down, as fast as she could
without choking.  Some ran out of her mouth, and down her chin, but she
ignored that, and kept sucking, and swallowing.

Finally, I stopped spurting, and Amy lifted her mouth from my cock (which
finally started drooping, a little), and smiled at me, my semen on her lips
and chin.  She opened her mouth to speak - and was interrupted.

"He's gonna let us?" Lisa asked, from the door to the studio.  "Daddy's
gonna let us do stuff with him?"

Amy looked at my dick, which had been softening, and was now coming back to
full, painful erectness.  Then she looked at my face, questioning with her
eyes.  I nodded, just a little.

"Yes, Lisa," Amy said.  "He is."

Lisa came over to us, almost running, and kissed her sister, eager little
tongue visibly darting into Amy's mouth.  When they parted, I could see my
semen on my youngest daughter's lips.  She promptly licked it off, visibly
tasted it - and then licked every drop that remained off of Amy's face.  I
again thought my dick was going to explode.

Then she turned to me, and kissed me, as frankly and sexually as she had
her sister.

When she pulled away, Lisa knelt beside Amy, looked at my dick, and asked,
"Can I touch it, Daddy?"

"Of course, baby," I said, my voice unsteady.

Lisa's baby-soft hand immediately stroked my cock, petting it like it was a
small animal.  When she had done that once, she wrapped her around it, as
far as it would go, and squeezed carefully.  I groaned, and Amy chuckled a
little.

"Suck on it, Lisa," Amy said.  "It's fun, he loves it, and you know his
stuff tastes good already.  Just remember what I read to you.  He liked it,
a lot!"

Lisa nodded, looked at me and smiled a sunny, little-girl smile, then rose
up on her knees, and licked the head of my cock.  I groaned again, and she
giggled, her breathy little laugh making me even harder, unbelievable as
that seemed.

Then Lisa opened her mouth, and lowered it over the head of my dick.  She
began to suck immediately, and I felt the world go away.  Nothing existed
except me, my dick, and the tiny little eight-year old mouth that
surrounded it.

Lisa's inexpert ministrations were wonderful.  I relaxed as much as I could
after a few moments, and didn't open my eyes until Lisa suddenly made a
little squeal, without taking her mouth off of my dick.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Amy had moved to kneel behind Lisa, and
wrapped both arms around her little sister.  Amy's left hand was up Lisa's
shirt, caressing her nipples, and her right was between Lisa's legs,
rubbing Lisa's little pussy through the nylon gym shorts she wore.

And Amy, in her excitement, was trying to suck me inside-out.

There was no real technique to her sucking, just a now-violent suction, and
her tongue wiggling randomly around the head, and the inch below the head
that she had in her mouth.  But it was the sheer smallness of her mouth,
coupled with watching her sister fondle her sexually, and the fact that
this was my daughter, that had me so very excited.

After several minutes of pure bliss, Lisa lifted her mouth from my dick,
trailing a string of pre-cum, and moved her fist, which had been stroking
the base, up near the head.

"Daddy, will you be able to shoot stuff again, for me?" she asked, voice
uneven with the excitement she felt.

"Yes, baby," I said.  "It will take a while, yet, because Amy already made
it happen twice, but I will be able to."

"Okay, Daddy," Lisa said, and started licking the head eagerly, resting her
jaws, for a moment.

After a couple of minutes of that, I near-whispered, "Put it back in your
mouth, baby, please!"

"Yes, Daddy," Lisa said - and started sucking again, just like that.

Amy was still rubbing her baby sister's pussy, and now she moved her hand
up, and then slid it down inside Lisa's shorts.  At the same time, she
began kissing and licking Lisa's neck, and said softly, "It's so neat,
Lisa, watching you suck on Daddy's thing . . . it's really sexy!"

In response to either Amy's words or her direct rubbing of Lisa's pussy, my
youngest daughter began sucking harder than ever on my cock.  Her warm, wet
mouth was the most delightful thing ever to touch my dick, with the
possible exception of her frantic little tongue, which was now caressing
the underside of the head of my cock rapidly.

After a couple of minutes of this, I felt another orgasm approaching.  I
wanted to warn her, but it was very sudden, and I couldn't get my breath in
time.

It didn't matter.  She was determined to swallow my cum.

I shot the first of my load, and Lisa squealed in delight, and began
shoving her face further down on my cock.  She swallowed the first bit,
and, either from that, or from Amy's playing with her (or probably both),
Lisa started to orgasm - and, improbably, she sucked even harder, as that
happened.

The size of my third load of the day was reduced - but it still overflowed
my baby girl's mouth, despite her best efforts.  As my seemingly endless
orgasm finally subsided, Lisa lifted her mouth from my cock, looked up at
me with my semen running down her chin onto her throat.

"I love you, Daddy," Lisa said solemnly.  "Thank you for letting me suck
you like that."

Before I could even answer, Amy was around to Lisa's side, lapping at the
semen on her little sister's face, and swallowing happily.  My dick, now
totally soft, actually twitched, at the sight.  My little girls.  My little
lovers.

My God, this was going to be great!