She listened again. Her sister stirred, but she just rolled back. Her father was still just snoring softly. She chuckled silently, thinking that he too had had an orgasm good enough to let him sleep soundly, but she hadn't. She listened again. Her sister was breathing slowly. In the dim light, she could see that there was enough space on the bed for her behind her father.
She took a deep breath and found the edge of the covers. What was she going to do when he stirred?! Did his now partner, Louise, slide her arm around him? Blushing, she slipped under the covers. He just hummed very softly without the rhythm of his breathing changing. She slid her arm around him, and he still didn't stir. She hummed as softly as he had, hoping that was the expected response.
He had been dreaming, a bit confused. There were two young women, whom he connected with choir, but without being able to identify them. They seemed more interested in talking with him than he was, but that wasn't surprising, since he seldom sought conversation with the women in the choir, especially not with the ones so much younger than him. The two in his dream were. They were talking, but the content of their conversation wasn't clear in his dream. It just seem somehow a little more personal than he expected. Their nameless faces were smiling, as though they were enjoying it more than he was.
Then something turned off his dream, letting him realize that it had just been a dream. Of course, he was lying in bed and Louise had been to the toilet and was returning, nice, and that she was sliding her arm around him; she didn't always do that.
He hummed again, this time consciously, and found her hand. It didn't feel like hers. Before he could really wonder about that, he heard a whisper:
"Shhh, it's me, she's sleeping."
It's me, she's sleeping, he slowly deciphered, then suddenly fully awake: "me" wasn't Louise - one of his daughters - and "she" was her twin sister. It all came back to him in a flash: their sharing a room; bantering, their showing him their bras, and all that followed! No wonder that he couldn't recognize the girls in his dream! What the three of them had done had been a dream too! A very real one, having sex with his daughters! They had, and he had wanted to, too! Had he always thought about it? Had they? Didn't matter; they had, as soon as they could, it seemed - seems! They were going to be together for another day and night, and one of his daughters had crept in his bed! Of course, she had said that her sister was still sleeping, so the one who could slip out of bed without waking her sister, the one who had sucked his cock! The one who hadn't had an orgasm -- her sister and he had! And now she was in bed with him!
He snorted silently, accepting that he could almost have expected that she would be. Which one? Better not to ask, admit that he couldn't tell them apart after all they had done.
"It's me, too," he whispered, clasping her hand. She rubbed his chest, chuckling softly.
He moved away from her and rolled back, and she rolled half on him, sliding her arm around his side and hugging him. She tilted her head up and whispered in his ear:
"I was pretty sure. You don't mind?"
"Too late."
He urged her to lie on him. She immediately slid her leg over his and let him help her lie flat on him, her head down next to his, her mouth by his ear. She whispered:
"Just too late to worry about it."
He turned his mouth to her ear, whisper in reply:
"Very. You think I should?"
"Hope not; we aren't."
"Too late; I said I would.
"Um-hmm, just 'not tonight.'"
"Hmm! Guess you couldn't forget."
"You wanted me to?
"No."
"We can wait till morning."
"Mmmm, if you want to?"
"Mmmm-hm-hmmm! I guess we could. Hm-hmm! Or we could just kiss; we both wanted to last night."
"With each other, ... since you didn't.
"Don't raise your head like that."
"Or you could just suck my breasts. We wanted that too."
"Hmmm! I wanted to, too. But then it might be difficult to wait till morning."
"Um-hmmmm! Kiss first."
She raised her head again, and they did, his arms embracing her, as their lips and then their tongues found each other.
He knew that a young girl's tongue couldn't be any different from that a women who could be her mother - not like their pussies - but it was such a delight to enjoy how eager hers was, his just as eager. He quickly accepted that it wouldn't be just a kiss, couldn't deny what his cock was beginning to suggest that it wanted to do. His hands were roaming up and down her back, sliding down on the cheeks of her nice round ass. Was her chuckle just one of appreciation, or of her success at arising him to have such thoughts? He clasped her ass. She immediately interpreted it as encouragement to let him suck her breasts, retrieving her tongue and whispering:
"Now them."
He nodded, recognizing that she could only know too well what his cock's throbbing between her her thighs wanted to do. He slid his hands into the creases below the cheeks of her ass. She slid her knees off his legs, letting his cock spring up, and drew her knees up, helping him slid her up on him.
Big decision - left or right one first? Not really, he had already made the big decision: they were going to fuck. How could he think otherwise with his cock twitching against her ass? Not with her soft chuckle at feeling it! But her lovely, stiff nipples first, both of them, even though her hips were rocking, inviting his cock to find her pussy. He would have to find out another time if it was just like her twin sister's -- and also her nipples.
He managed to suck both nipples, before she whispered - or she managed to wait until he had - before she moaned and whispered:
"It wants to."
"Um-hmm!" he agreed, trying to temper the sound of his aroused agreement.
When she raised her hips, he liked that she let him help his cock find the mouth of her vagina, instead of her revealing too much experience . It was so tight! But so slippery! But he didn't mind that she had the experience to lower her hips slowly on his cock, making them both moan softly.
