The next morning the family set about their Sunday routine just the way they had done all their lives. It was almost as if the previous 24 hours hadn't happened. Glenda and Larry woke and started breakfast for the kids as the twins showered and dressed. At the table they all chatted about normal stuff. It wasn't till half way through breakfast that any mention was made of the previous night's escapades. "So, daddy, did you enjoy the show last night? I know that Carl did." said Cynthia as she scooted he chair back from the table a bit.
Larry coughed and sputtered at his daughter's bold question. As he regained his composure he spoke, "It was truly an interesting demonstration of you and your mother's beauty and talent. I think you two may have missed your calling and should be models."
"Aww, that's so sweet, honey," said Glenda as she leaned and gave her husband a kiss.
"What do you think, brother?" asked Cynthia looking at Carl.
"I agree with dad. You ladies looked so good last night. Nikki Taylor and Miranda Kerr got nothing on you two. I mean, like, wow, you guys nailed it," he replied.
"Aww that's so sweet, honey," said Cynthia mocking her mother as she gave him a kiss.
"Well, what do you girls plan to do to top last night's show?" asked Larry.
"What's our incentive?" smiled Glenda as she asked.
"Well, we could do dishes again," replied Carl.
"I was thinking more along the lines of our chores for a week," said Cynthia as she placed one foot in her chair with her knee up near her head. As she did this, she revealed that she was not wearing anything under her loose-fitting dress. It rode up as her leg lifted revealing her blond pussy. The effect worked.
Larry's eyes were immediately drawn to his daughter's pussy. At that moment, he would have done anything she asked just for a taste of that sweet flower. "I think ... uh ... that ... we ... uh could work something out," he stammered as he stared at the beautiful sight of his little girl's pussy. Her lips were slightly parted and framed by the cutest wisp of fine blonde hair. The hood of her clit just barely peeked from her slit.
"What would you offer, Carl?" asked Glenda.
"For you, mom, anything you ask. No strings attached. I just love you," he replied sweetly.
"You know, mom, Carl and I have no secrets," said Cynthia as she looked first to her mom and then to her dad. "We share everything. We both talked about everything that happened yesterday."
"Well, you know, Cyn, your dad and I have no secrets either. So it looks like that we know everything about of yesterday's activities," offered Glenda.
"Well, not exactly everything. See, Carl and I have a couple little secrets of our own. Should we share them, brother?" asked Cynthia as she looked her brother in the eye.