Swinger Dad
Copyright© 2025 by MikeHuntHZ
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - What starts as a happy swinging couple turns tragic. Faced with racing his daughter alone, a father does his best. As she becomes an adult, he turns back to swinging, and attends a Halloween party with a sinister plot. Little does he know that karma can be a royal bitch. Shock, acceptance, and then a double shock rocks this father/daughter team.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter Group Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Halloween
We waited until she was into her 19th week before getting another ultrasound done because we wanted to make sure they would be able to determine if the baby was a boy or girl. Almost as soon as the tech started searching, she had news for us. But it wasn’t the news we had gone to find out; this was ‘other news’. The lab tech said to my daughter, “There are two now; you are having twins.”
We both responded in unison saying, “WHAT?!” She showed us on the monitor and, just like she said, there were two babies growing in there. And, since they were in one embryo sac, they were going to be identical twins. The tech took pictures of both of our babies.
Erin asked if they were boys or girls. The tech positioned the wand around some more, found the right angle on one, and said, “You are having girls.”
She moved the wand around and found the right angle on the other baby just to confirm that they were identical and found no surprises; the other baby was definitely a girl, too. Both were healthy and strong; a little small for being in her 19th week, but that was normal for twins. More pictures were printed out and hung on the refrigerator as soon as we got home.
We had shopping to do: now we knew to buy girl items and to get two of everything! Erin told her friend the news and she told Erin that she had an ultrasound done, too: she was having a little boy. I was thrilled—even though the baby wasn’t going to have my last name, he was still my son; passing down my bloodline.
That was an outdated and single-minded way of thinking, I knew. My daughters would be passing down just as much of my bloodline as my son would after all ... but I still liked the thought.