"... is someone hurt?"
The words still echoed in my younger daughter's room as her sister Carolyn stood frozen in the doorway, stunned to see the tangle of bodies on Dulcie's bed - Dulcie herself, Carolyn's former cheerleading pal Jeanie, and myself.
We were all silent, no one willing to try to explain just what we had been doing that had ended in such screams that Caro thought we were in pain. Though, since we were all naked, arms and legs tossed together like a salad, and my shrunken cock still wore a semen filled rubber, no words were really needed.
My heart pounded in my chest, every muscle tensing, ready to give chase if she fled, ready to try to explain the unexplainable.
"And here I thought that I was going to surprise you by coming home this weekend..." my older daughter spoke first, "...only to find that you guys are the god and goddesses of surprise."
At least she hadn't turned and run screaming, leaving the house or locking herself in her room.
"Jeanie... how could you...you slut!" she screamed. Her overstuffed duffle bag flew across the room, aimed at the nubile blonde on the bed. I ducked as it narrowly missed my nose.
Dulcie, the nimble eighteen year old gymnast, easily blocked it with a forearm, directing it to land in a corner of the room.
"Me? Why me? I'm not the one fucking my own father, like Dulcie," Jeanie sobbed. "not to mention your Dad – fucking both of us, together – incest and cradle robbing."
"Cradle robbing," Carolyn chuckled. "That's a good one. We all know what a tramp you are, Jeanie. I can't blame my Dad for succumbing to you. He's just a man. A good man, but all men get horny."
"Is that why you aren't blaming me, either?" Dulcie asked, calm and unafraid.
"Well, Dulcie, doll, that's more complicated. I figure that you were your usual curious self. Poor dad wouldn't stand a chance if you set out to use him as an experiment. He loves his little monkey too much to resist bouncing with you on the bed."
Carolyn and Dulcie laughed together at that last line, a reference to how I used to silence the girls, when, years before, they used to play after lights out, by yelling "No more monkeys bouncing on the bed."
The conversation had dissipated the anger and confusion. My breathing had returned to normal, but Carolyn was still red faced and panting. Her eyes darted around the room, avoiding the pile of our bodies on the bed. I saw that she was wearing an old tank top, worn thin from years of cheer practice, over ragged gym shorts. Her nipples were swelling against the stretchy fabric of the shirt, growing harder with each exhalation. In spite of the intense sex with Dulcie and Jeanie, this vision revived my cock, which began to nod itself semi hard, bobbing against my thigh.
"I thought you weren't able to get home, because of cheerleading." I finally said, as amazed by my own calmness as I had been by Dulcie.
"Oh, Daddy, that's WHY I came home – cheerleading sucks at university. The other girls are all stuck up bitches. I quit the team, and came home to find a shoulder to cry on. I didn't expect it to be attached to a nude body, on Dulcie's bed."
Paternal instincts survive even in embarrassing moments. Instinctively, my feet flopped over the end of the bed; I sat upright, and extended my arms in the classic 'come to papa' position. Except, classically, papa is not naked, with a half hard cock rising in his lap.
Regardless of that anomaly, Caro covered the short distance from doorway to my arms in a couple of quick steps. Her arms slid around my neck and chest, her head fell upon my shoulder, and her ripe nineteen year old ass nestled in my lap, her hip nuzzling against my swollen cockhead as if it was the most natural thing in the world. A few tears soaked my skin, mingling with the sex stained sweat.
"It's okay, sweetie," I reassured her, just like when she was six and skinned her knee learning to ride a bike. "You can take a few days, then we can talk about whether you really want to quit, and if so, what to do next. At your age, you have so many options."
My fingers softly brushed her hair as she mewed like a kitten. For a moment, it was just the two of us, in our own private universe, Jeanie's breath on my back not noticed, the warmth of Dulcie's ass pressed against my hip forgotten.
Then Dulcie spoke. "I'd offer to leave you two alone, but this IS my room."
Some dynamics never change with sisters.
With the spell broken, all three girls quickly realized the absurdity of the situation.
Jeanie slid off the bed, searching for the tiny scraps of bikini she had worn earlier.
"I should be getting home anyhow. See you later, okay, Caro?" She was halfway out the doorway, and then paused, with an impish grin. "Nice to see you again, gang. Thanks for the...hospitality."
Her footsteps skipped down the stairs and out the door with athletic grace. She was gone so quickly, it might all have been a dream.
But there was no denying that Dulcie was naked next to me, or that my used condom encased cock was becoming engorged.
Dulcie reacted by pulling away from me, but not standing, refusing to give up her claim that this was after all her bed, her room. She exhaled a long sigh, and said, "I knew it was too good to be true. For once, I was the most important woman in Daddy's life, and now you've ruined everything."
She spun herself around and buried her head in her pillows, sobbing. Without releasing Carolyn, I pivoted my head. The sight of her perfect naked ass made my cock totally stiff.
"Come on, Dulcie, there has always been lots of me to go around. You know you're plenty important."
"Yeah, I can feel that there is lots of you to go around," Carolyn whispered into my ear.
At first, I had been confused and ambivalent about fucking my younger daughter, and I was doubly mystified by Caro's apparent arousal. I knew from overheard tidbits of conversation – mostly trashing Jeanie as a slut - that Caro was downright prudish. I had gone from shock that she had not fled, to responding to her body heat, all in a few minutes. After my first sexual encounter with Dulcie, I had avoided a rerun, afraid to press my luck. If I took advantage of Carolyn's obvious vulnerability, I might shatter her fragile ego. I was not that sort of father. Or so I told myself, as my left hand went from massaging my older daughter's bicep to brushing the side of her tit, while my right hand stroked up the inside of her sister's leg, reaching awkwardly to knead the curve of her ass.
Caro's impish comment had renewed my sense of adventure. She did not seem to mind my divided attention. As I leaned back to comfort Dulcie, she flowed with me, her body tight to mine. Suddenly, I realized that her fingers had closed around my cock, that she had nudged the useless rubber off, and was gently stroking me.
