What guy doesn't dream about banging college girls? What guy doesn't dream about banging two of them--twin sisters--at the same time? What guy doesn't dream about banging two twin college girls who are his own daughters?
OK, I might not get a high response to that one, and while that wasn't a dream of mine, it's become a reality for me.
My wife and I have had five children--all girls. You're completely wrong if you think that my incestuous eyes lit up every time we found out my wife would have baby girls. I thought about incest every now and then when I was a youngster, but every time disgusted me enough to not think about it again for a long time. I guess I just never thought about sleeping with the two most beautiful women on earth, even if they were my daughters.
Their names are Melannie and Maureen. They're both about 5'8" with long blond hair, the most perfect angelic faces, athletic, long legs resulting from years of playing soccer, and perfectly tan skin. Their breasts were not especially large because of all the exercise they've done over the years, but they're big enough when you factor in everything else.
God was so good to men for giving us one of them, but to give us identical twins that look this good? It was too much for even their own father to handle. And I understand that every father thinks his kids are the most beautiful or the most handsome ever alive, but I'm not just fucking my daughters for no reason.
So how did I become the lucky man who got to fuck these two beautiful beings first and has done so every day since? It all started because of soccer camp. The girls wanted to go to a week-long soccer camp in Pennsylvania one summer. My wife and I are in good financial condition, so it was no big deal for me to take a week of vacation and go with them. My three other daughters were also atheletic but didn't like soccer, so they chose not to go to this camp.
Melanie and Maureen did everything together, so there was no way one would go without the other. And while we weren't especially close as father/daughters, we were close enough that they didn't mind me tagging along. They assumed (or pretended to) that I'd occupy myself with seeing all things in Pennsylvania other than their soccer camp.
We lived close enough that we were able to drive to Pennsylvania for camp. It was held at a university campus so the girls got to stay in dorms. It was quite exciting to see all these young girls with atheletic bodies prancing around when we arrived; being a daddy and helping your daughters unpack has its advantages. After the twins got settled in, I gave them the number of the hotel where I was staying and got their number from them. They needed to get to know the girls they'd be playing with and against on the field, so I went off on my own.
Not even ten minutes after I checked in to the hotel, my phone rang--it was Melanie. This didn't even give me enough time to even start jacking off to the thoughts of all those girls I had seen in the dorm. Mel wanted to know if I would take them and their two new friends out for dinner that night. I didn't think twice about it--me and four beautiful young women? Who wouldn't want a night like that?
So we agreed on the time I'd pick them up. The hours could not have passed soon enough. Instead of beating my meat to the thoughts I had seen earlier in the day (I eventually felt guilty about having those thoughts), I went out shopping for a couple gifts. I hadn't bought anything for the twins in a while, and this seemed like a nice time to do so. So I found a jewerly store in a mall and got them nice little necklaces. They always ate those little presents up. It was good being their daddy.
So finally the time arrived. I picked up the girls and felt disappointed and shocked. I was disappointed because the two friends of my daughters were very bland-looking. Their bodies weren't as toned as any other girls I had seen. I was shocked because I felt a stir in my groin when I saw my daughters--they were each wearing their fairly short summer dresses that rode well above their knees. They were also fairly low-cut on both the fronts and backs. Maureen had a dark blue dress with flowers; Melanie had a yellow one with the same flowers. Their high heels accentuated their long, perfect legs. And I had a wonderful view of their bare necks and shoulders, a result of the thin straps of their dresses.