Chapter 12

Lest you think the author has gone off on some perverted tangent, it isn’t so. All the author does is report the facts. And before you write an angry letter to the author saying that the girls should not have swapped partners, or shared them, or departed in any way from the fidelity they had been displaying, remember some other facts.

First, by societal norms, they were all already perverted. You may have forgiven them for that, but that fact remains. Second, fidelity is normally related to marriage, which is, of course, out of the question, here. And finally, the only constant in life is change.

All of the siblings would eventually have changed the way they pursued sexual relief and happiness. Only in a fictional story could they have lived happily ever after with each other. You knew that as soon as they started down this twisted path. It’s entirely possible Bob could have returned to self-enforced celibacy, but none of his kids would ever be interested in that. That comment, earlier, about nuns wasn’t an accident. Nuns are considered to be an anomaly in society. That doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with them. They’re just other-than-normal, when compared to the rest of us. So are priests, or at least the ones who don’t break their vow of celibacy.

So change was a-comin’, and you shouldn’t be all surprised.

Part of that change was the direct result of perceived problems with the whole system. The honeymoon was over and reality was creeping back into their lives. Reality bites, sometimes, and makes us contemplate changing things. We think we can “fix” perceived unhappiness, even before it gets here. What are insurance, retirement savings, and the like, if not an attempt to stave off potential unhappiness? You are reminded that insurance never pays the whole bill, though, and there’s never enough for the retirement you hoped for.

Reality bites, sometimes.

That’s all Barbie and Julie were trying to do. They hadn’t fallen out of love with their lovers. Quite the contrary. They wanted to keep loving them in the same ways forever, and when they realized that wasn’t going to happen, they went to plan B. Plan B was hastily conceived, though, which became apparent as soon as Bobby got home and did, in fact, find two naked, masturbating girls in their room. When he found out Julie had changed her mind and would, in fact, make the beast with two backs with him, he was all too eager to comply. He mounted her, found her slippery slot, and plugged it happily. As Barbie was trying to explain the rules of Plan B, he grunted and tried to breed his new lover. He knew they were both on the pill, but Bobby’s imagination was just as fertile as his sperm. And the pill couldn’t stop his imagination.

Barbie was less than amused when he rolled off of Julie, panting, and with a softening penis.

Julie wasn’t much impressed, either. He’d lasted roughly fifty-five seconds in her, which wasn’t nearly enough to get her even close to an orgasm.

Plan B culminated in Bobby being forcibly ejected from the girls’ room. He firmly understood he wasn’t likely to get his dick wet in either of them again for a long time ... maybe ever. He didn’t feel like it was his fault. Both his sisters had gone bonkers.

Plan C was Julie’s idea.

If Bobby was going to go off and abandon them, then there was another man available who did know how to treat a woman and give her multiple orgasms before he went soft on her.

Plan C got off to a rocky start. That’s because both girls, in addition to being a little hormonal about things in general, assumed that Bob would fall right in line, like Bobby had. He was a man, after all, like Bobby, right? And Julie had gotten used to Bob’s almost immediate acquiescence whenever she was horny and wanted his nice, stiff penis in her. Further, Barbie had already kissed him on the lips a number of times. It wasn’t common, but she’d exchanged long, passionate kisses with him in the past. He’d kissed her back. Ergo, Daddy wanted in her panties just as much as Bobby did. Right?

If this all sounds a little wacky, it was. Knowing you’re going to lose something you cherish can make you a little wacky. Many a person has gone into a frenzy of end-of-life planning before they’ve had their first chemotherapy or radiation treatment. The conviction that the world will play out in this or that way brings with it a reaction that can be extreme. Usually, that resolves itself, as the person gets used to the idea of the coming change. Many a person has died of cancer with a will that should have been updated years ago.

Bob wasn’t surprised when Barbie crawled on top of him in his recliner, straddling him and giving him a kiss. What surprised him was, she didn’t stop kissing him, and started rubbing her pussy all over his lap.

He pushed her back enough to break the kiss and saw an upset girl in front of him.

“You and Bobby having a fight?” he asked, gently.

“No,” she said. “I just love you.”

She tried to go back to making out, but now Bob was on alert. It wasn’t that she said she loved him. It was the way she said it that confirmed something was wrong. He looked around for Julie and saw that neither of his other children was present in the living room. Bobby had been ordered (by the girls) to go to a friend’s house after supper. He knew he was in trouble, and it was better to be elsewhere when the girls were on the warpath anyway, so he went. Julie was waiting in Bob’s bedroom, naked, for Barbie to lead the sheep to the slaughter. Or ram to the slaughter, as it were.

“Barbie,” said Bob, gently. “What’s going on?”

“Can’t a girl kiss her daddy and show him how much she loves him?” Barbie’s voice was full of things other than love and tenderness.

“She can’t if it’s for the wrong reasons,” said Bob. “Please tell me what’s going on. Maybe I can help.”

“You can help. Just make out with me and get turned on!”

“You want me to get turned on,” said Bob.

“Yes!” She tried to kiss him again.

He moved his hands to cup and grip her breasts. He was a little amazed how different they felt from Julie’s. Julie’s were tight and firm. Barbie’s were softer and much bigger handfuls.

“You want me to do this,” he said, squeezing.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“You want to get naked with me?”

“Yes!” she whined.

“You want me to make love to you?”

“Yes, Daddy. Pleeease.”

“So you and Bobby are having a fight,” he surmised.

“I don’t want to talk about Bobby,” said Barbie.

“Well, we’re going to,” said Bob, firmly. “I’m not doing anything with you while you’re frustrated and angry.”

Barbie’s frustration with earlier events, and the anger that things weren’t going as planned again, made her lips loose.

“Daddy! Julie’s waiting for us! Come on. Would you please just cooperate with us?!”

“Julie’s waiting,” said Bob. “Where?”

“Where else? In your bedroom!”

“Well then, let’s go talk to Julie about all this,” he said.

“But you’re not naked,” moaned Barbie.

“You’re supposed to bring me to Julie naked,” he said.

“Yes!”

To Bob it was humorous. He laughed. He wasn’t laughing at the girls, exactly. He was laughing because they were finally acting like teenagers. He was laughing at the irony he saw in the situation. He wasn’t sure what had brought all this on, but he knew it was going to be interesting to find out.

Now the tears came, as Barbie saw everything falling apart. What was wrong with men? They were supposed to fall all over themselves to get pussy. Everybody knew that. And hadn’t both Bobby and Daddy been acting that way? Why were they both acting weird, all of a sudden?

It didn’t occur to her that the weirdness she perceived in the men, might be the direct result of the weirdness the women were exhibiting.

And so it was that a crying, fully clothed Barbie stumbled into the bedroom in front of her father, who was also fully clothed. That left only Julie naked. She was also masturbating and, to add a little heat to the fire, she was doing it with her hairbrush handle.

To say the “mood” was shattered instantly is to put too fine a point on it.

They did, however, have Bob’s undivided attention.

Half an hour later Julie was covered with a sheet. Barbie was still dressed, but wasn’t crying anymore. She was sitting Indian style beside her sister, at Julie’s hip level. Bob was perched on the edge of the bed, facing them, turned sideways.

“So, just to make sure I understand all this,” he said, “You both got unhappy thinking about Bobby going off to college, because it was going to upset the way things have been going here, between all of us. Am I right so far?”

Both girls nodded.

“And you got upset, even though it will be seven months until that happens.”

“Six,” said Julie. “Everybody goes in August, even if classes don’t start until September.”

“Okay, six,” said Bob. “And Barbie feels like when that happens, nobody will love her anymore.”

“No, Daddy,” groaned Barbie. “It’s not that at all. I just won’t get any sex.”

“So that’s all Bobby is to you ... sex,” said Bob.

“Of course not,” she said, getting angry again. “But sex is part of it, and I can’t have sex if he’s a thousand miles away.”

“So he’s going to college on the coast?”

“What are you talking about? We don’t know where he’s going to college,” moaned Barbie.

“So he might go to college in Lincoln,” said Bob. Lincoln was eighty miles away.

“It won’t matter where he goes. He won’t be here!“ yelled Barbie.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” said Bob. “We’re just talking about this. That’s all. Now, I also heard you say you were worried that Bobby would fall in love with some other girl, once he does go to college, and not be interested in you anymore.”

Again, both girls nodded.

“So the two of you decided that, if Jules went to the same college ... wherever that is ... she could live with him and sleep with him, and he wouldn’t be as inclined to go sniffing around for pussy elsewhere.”

“Don’t be so crass, Daddy,” said Julie.

“I’m just calling a spade a spade,” said Bob. “You think Bobby wants to have sex a lot, right? And if he’s not here, then he’ll obviously be having sex with some other girl, right?”

Both girls nodded.

“Kind of like all the women I was fucking before you started sleeping with me,” he said, looking directly at Julie.

“But you weren’t...” she stopped and frowned.

“No, I wasn’t,” said Bob.

“So when I go to college, you’re not going to sleep with anybody?” asked his older daughter.

“I’ll be honest. When you go to college, I’ll probably sleep with Barbie,” he admitted. “But after that? No, I don’t think I’ll start dating again. This has been unimaginably wonderful, but I already knew you and already loved you and that’s half the battle. I don’t think I’m going to want to go to all the work to do that when you girls are gone.”

“So you will sleep with me,” sighed Barbie.