Steve lay restless between Marlene and Tiffany, as they slept peacefully. His mind raced with horror at what he had done. First, Steve had unknowingly fucked his beloved daughter Sugarbear. But worse, driven by the lewd behavior of his daughter Steffany to a lust further fueled by his guilt and shame, he had fucked her in the ass mercilessly. At one point the loving father had fucked her so hard, Steve had knocked her flat on her stomach on the bed, but had continued to drive her into the mattress. "Am I some fucked-up sadist?" he thought as the women he loved all slept nearby.
Too mentally and physically drained to stay awake any longer, he fell into a disturbed, fitful sleep. After nearly two decades of sleeping with Marlene and Tiffany, Steve typically slept like the dead between them. But his tossing and turning woke his two loves. Seeing his distress, they gently woke Dominica and Steffany and told them it might be best for them to return to their beds.
Marlene and Tiffany then laid back down on either side of Steve, watching him like two lionesses standing guard over a wounded cub. He woke red-eyed and in a muddled state of mind.
"Morning, love," they both said, as they kissed him. He responded listlessly, and the women exchanged concerned glances. In their nearly two decades together he had never once failed to respond to a kiss with energy and enthusiasm.
"What did you make me do?" he moaned. Steve was disconsolate. "How could you trick me into fucking my daughter?"
"It's okay, my love," Tiffany soothed, "She's my daughter, too. We all wanted this." Marlene kissed him between the shoulder blades in support of Tiffany's argument.
"I didn't know what I was doing!" he exclaimed, "Tiffany, I thought I was fucking you within an inch of your life. Not Sugarbear."
"But, you knew what you were doing when you fucked Steffany in the ass, didn't you?" Marlene interjected.
"Yes, I did. The four of you drove me mad with lust. I'm pleading temporary insanity. Now, I have to live with the guilt and shame of what I've done. How will I ever look at our beautiful daughters ever again?"
Marlene and Tiffany looked at him with both love and pity. They assured him that it would be okay. The girls were adults and knew their minds. He hadn't done anything they hadn't wanted him to do, and he'd done it very well.
Hearing their reassurances that he'd fucked his two daughters with passion, love, and skill didn't make him feel any better. The three of them talked a bit more but didn't come to a resolution.
Since it was starting to get late, they decided to get up. The confused husband and father and his two wives went into the kitchen and Steve began to make breakfast. Steffany and Dominica were already their drinking coffee and dressed for a run.
Seeing her father start to make breakfast, Dominica chirped, "Can I help, Daddy?"
"I think you've already done more than enough, Sugarbear," Steve growled.
His eldest daughter looked stricken and ran out of the house sobbing.
"That's it!" Tiffany yelled, "May I have a word with you, my dear?" and dragged her husband to the bedroom.
As they entered the bedroom, Steve turned to face Tiffany, and she slapped him, hard.
"How dare you?" Tiffany scolded, "That girl thinks the sun shines out of your ass. We all do. How could you hurt her like that?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm just so ashamed of what I've done," Steve said as his shoulders slumped.
"I think you need to think about this. You've been an eager, willing and active participant in an incestuous relationship with Marlene and me for almost twenty years," she responded.
"That's different. Sugarbear and Steffy are my daughters. It's just wrong," he stammered.
Tiffany continued her lecture, "Okay, I need you to think about this for a minute. What do you think we've taught them, if not that sex is okay if you genuinely love someone?"
Steve looked at her, still ashamed at both what he'd done last night as well as what he'd said to Sugarbear this morning.
Tiffany icily looked at him, "This is what's going to happen. You're going to go out, and you're going to find our daughter. Then, you're going to bring her home with a smile on her face. If you do that, I'm going to give you the best fucking you've ever had. If you don't, you'd better get used to sleeping alone."
Steve looked over her shoulder at Marlene who had joined them while they talked. "Don't look at me. I'm on her side," she said.
Realizing he was at risk of not sleeping with his loves for the first time in nearly twenty years, the guilt-ridden husband and father changed into running gear and set off in search of his daughter.
About half an hour later, at the far end of his favorite jogging route, he found her sitting under a tree by the lake. It seemed she had stolen one of her mothers' e-cigarettes and was lazily blowing vapor into the air.
