Chapter 4

I awoke to my wife, Dina, and my stepdaughter, Tricia, on each side of me, with me having the very strong urge to take a piss. I looked at the window of the master bedroom and saw the gray, overcast sky of a Milwaukee winter’s morning, of course. I then checked the clock. It was just past seven thirty am, on Saturday, the nineteenth of December. Of course, the holidays were a bit rougher this year, the first holiday season since the pandemic.

It had taken a toll on our relationships, of course. We had to really keep track of COVID-testing, keep tabs on the news, and co-ordinate our liaisons in such a way as to reduce the risk of transmission. There was no point in wearing masks to bed with paramours, but we made a point of wearing them in common areas of the house around our metamours.

We only tended to have one paramour visit at a time and find ways to pretend that the “betrayed” spouse was too distracted to notice. Now, with our more open brand of sharing, all pretense gone, we would have to adapt again, not to mention what impact Tricia and Anastassia would have on the dynamic. We also had to be careful to shield any brats from both COVID and any exposure to details not fit for innocent eyes and ears.

Oh, well, I thought. There would be no more unilateral proposals, such as what Dina did last night. We would discuss all of this like we normally did, only we would let our lovers in on the loop more than they had been. At least Tricia, Jake, and Anastassia knew the score, whether others did or didn’t. Whatever else happened, Tricia was our shared companion and we loved having her as such.

I also wondered what happened with the twins last night. Did they wake up at all during the night, and if so, who dealt with them? Was it Dina or Tricia, because it damn sure wasn’t me. I didn’t remember waking up at all during the night to feed or change any babies. Well, the former wouldn’t have been possible, anyway, as I lacked the equipment and the ladies preferred to feed the twins as naturally as possible.

“You gotta hit the john, baby?” Dina asked me groggily as I accidentally woke her next with all of my movement.

“Afraid so. How did it go ... with the late night crying and such? Did it leave you girls a little drained?” I expressed empathy as well as concern for my women.

“Maybe a little. I did the changing and Trish handled the feeding. They know her teats better than mine. So far, that works better, even if it’s a bit unpleasant for me. At least we have plenty of hand soap and sanitizer,” Dina gave me a somewhat pouty look with her baggy eyes that confirmed her story.

“Okay, honey, just go back to bed for now. I’ll use the head, wash up, and check up on the twins,” I told her with a loving kiss, “don’t worry your pretty head about it and don’t wake up cutie here.”

“You always pampered her, you know. From day one. Not that I mind. I never minded that. It was so adorable. She was such a Daddy’s girl, even if she didn’t start calling you that very much until lately. I think that some part of her just feared that it would be ... frowned upon, that was all.

“Except when she wanted to get her way, of course. And frankly, after how Peter behaved, well, I was just glad to see someone take his place ... someone better,” Dina told me with a very ardent kiss before I tore myself away by sheer urgency to use the restroom.

Well, I thought, nothing but the truth there. Peter Aldini was a first-class drunken piece of shit and the only good thing that he did for the world was to spawn his wonderful daughter. He was supposed to be a plumber, but he was sauced half the time when he was due for a job. Not surprisingly, he kept losing work and making money tight for his wife and child until the day he perished in that car wreck. Okay, scratch that ... he did the world another good turn by leaving it.

I sighed with relief as I emptied my bladder, of course, as I could feel the easing of the pressure that came on it from late night sexual abandon. I wasn’t exactly a spring chicken, after all, and I had just spent a considerable time pleasuring two very passionate and sensual women. They were quite eager to please me last night and I knew a lot of my success at repeating my initial services was due to the marvels of modern medical science. I sometimes had to pace myself a bit simply to do justice to my lovers, but I always made it work somehow.

“Hey, Daddy,” I heard a voice just before I walked to the vanity and washed my hands.

“Hey, pumpkin,” I answered, knowing without looking that it was my Trish.

“So, was last night everything that you hoped and dreamed? Because it was for me ... and then some! Mama’s determined to have you breed her, too, you know. It’s overdue ... from both of us. It’s high time that this family bound by love is also bound by blood, don’t you think? Fully blended, as it should.

“Not gonna lie ... I wish from the bottom of my heart that I was your flesh and blood, kith and kin. The only upside is that we don’t have to worry as much about birth defects, I guess. Before you ask, I’ve decided that there is no more of this ‘Martin’ nonsense. You’re ‘Daddy’ from now on. Permanently. 24/7. I’m a Daddy’s girl who just didn’t dare to admit it. I was in denial, but not anymore,” Tricia told me with a very fierce and loving kiss to my neck as I washed my hands.

“You’re also a very tired mommy, at least from what your mother’s told me. Why don’t you get some rest, baby girl? I will check in on the twins and all that jazz,” I encouraged my sweet stepdaughter to return to bed.

“No can do. I already checked in on them and they’re sleeping like the newborn babes that they are ... as they should. They certainly made enough noise while you slept. You were out like a lamp, but that was always you, Daddy. The heaviest sleeper that I’ve ever known. You must dream a lot, right?” Trish teased me with several kisses before starting up the shower.

She was naked, of course, and she didn’t waste any time pulling me under the hot water jets as she did last night, either. I grabbed my plump princess and washed her eagerly while making out with her in the shower. That was when I felt some pressure against me and realized that there was a third person crowding the shower a bit. Dina was there with us.

“It conserves water, right, hon? Besides, I’ve always wanted to do a shower threesome. I don’t know what we can do in here, but let’s find out, okay? Just a suggestion, of course. Not an order by any means,” my wife told me with a very playful kiss before slipping our daughter some tongue.

Wait, did I just call Tricia “our” daughter? Well, she was in every sense but one, wasn’t she? Only in a strictly biological sense was she anything but my daughter. The “step” qualifier was almost an insult at this stage. I had raised her more and longer than Peter did, though not as much as her mother had. This was the same mother who made out with our little one, who was all grown up nowadays.

Whatever happened to the so-called “Westermarck Effect” that was supposed to prevent such things? I guessed that some families just fell through its cracks or something. Apparently, it wasn’t an exact science, was it? I chuckled as the three of us soaped, rinsed, and lathered each other up, taking full advantage of the chance to grope each other into the bargain. The way that they both moaned with delight as I slid my fingers into their backsides didn’t help me resist their charms, either.

“Merry Christmas, girls!” I told my ladies as I pleasured them anally with three fingers of each hand.

“Oh, fuck, honey, you know how much I love ass play! Trish does, too, right, baby?” Dina probed a little, clearly having the benefit of maternal intuition or something.

“Busted, Mommy! Yeah, I called you that because right now, you’re pampering me a bit like when I was younger ... but in a new and far more pleasurable way, of course. You guys got me on that one! Both giving and receiving, of course! I love things done to my butt! It’s a nice, big tushy, ain’t it?” Tricia confessed as I continued the anal fingering fun.

“What can I say? I’m an ass man all the way! Breasts and legs are great, pussy is yummy, faces matter, particularly the eyes and whether or not they smile all the way, but bottoms are my thing. The chief attraction for me. Always were. Nice, big plush booty is best of all,” I made my point while pulling out my fingers to slap their delicious derrieres.