Episode 275: SObering tHOughT

Henry McKellen woke up with a severe case of cottonmouth, whiskey chaser! Staring at his ceiling fan spinning he pondered his life. Of late he had been crushing his RPG game for long hours to stay ahead of his schedule. That bonus his employer cut him required him to push himself harder and harder to accomplish his goals. Tessa Harper his co-conspirator fought from home to keep up in the staging process of background art and suggested themes. It was a huge help, even ghost designing a few scenes to keep him plugging along.

With having to take a few days off while family was in town for his daughters’ shared birthday, he knew he was going to lag behind. So much to get done and he had to add more to his already hectic calendar. “Why did I go and order that 3D printed cast of my penis at a time like this? I should have waited. Besides that, did I truly need one? I mean it’s not like I’m using it on myself, I don’t walk slowly down that dark alley. Josie sure doesn’t need it.” He turned his head to the left and realized that that she was up and gone already.

“Of course, she is. If not Roman, she’s seeing someone else. If I didn’t love that woman so much, I’d cut my losses. It’s not like I’m shy and having trouble getting women. Sad to say I’m getting more attention from my girls than I am their mother. Wrong as hell I know, but the more Dakota begs the harder it is to resist. Last night alone, while not my dumbest move, was pretty hot. Teaching her how to use her feet to give me a handy toe job was pretty cool. Drunk as a skunk at the time but I still remember it.” His dick was lifting just thinking about it.

“Tawny Martin and her pep squad was pretty amazing too. I just hope those little whores don’t let on we did that here in my bed. As much as I let Josie get away with, this is still technically her bed as much as mine. To my knowledge she’s never had any affair in our bed. Wish I could say that. Tessa’s shared it.” Recalling it he had to also remember the other portion of that secret rendezvous when Tessa helped Dakota seduce him while he lay tied up and blindfolded.

“That could have been worse, I guess. At least I didn’t take my daughter’s virginity. The way she’s crushing on me if I hadn’t realized their game, she might have taken that risk.” Shivering over the imagery, he found it in him to reach down and curl his fingers around his erection. “I’m fucking pathetic. She has me wrapped around my really big finger. What am I doing lying here beating off to my kid.” He tried to let go then paused. “On her birthday no less.” That halted his reign, and he sat up, casting his legs off the side of his mattress.

“4:50 AM! I know she needs sleep, but I think I’ll wake her up and wish her happy birthday in a way that energizes her day. Better do it while Sable is asleep, so she doesn’t catch me.” As if she didn’t know everything her sister was doing. Well, in most cases, sometimes info was delayed until things got a little too close for comfort. Not only that, but just before bed last night Sable was conned into going downstairs by Dakota to get a few lessons of her own, slyly posing as Dakota. That foot job was certainly an eye opener for the baby of the family. Not that she regretted doing it, her hormones were off the charts after what Dominic Black made her do to him in his truck. Add in the Booker brothers at school yesterday, then meeting masseuse Josh Ramsey a few blocks over and getting a naked massage. With so much sexual tension lashing out she was becoming inSAtiABLE. More! More! More!

Abandoning his bed Henry hit the john and took a healthy piss. Showered before bed, one of four showers yesterday alone he knew he was clean even after his foot job. Brushing his teeth and gargling with mouthwash he hurried along. 5:05 on the clock he made a fast tour of the house to be positive that Josie was up and long gone. Convinced of her before daylight disappearance he headed back upstairs and crept to Sable’s bedroom first. Peering inside to see her sleeping atop her covers naked basking in a nightlight’s glow cascading her curves she was beautiful. Whistling in silence he mumbled, “Happy birthday, Suit.” Closing her door to a faint click he ventured to Dakota’s room across the hallway. No knock, he again eased the door open and peered inside. Naked on top her blankets he had to chuckle under his breathe. “Yep! Twins! What one does the other repeats.”

Step one enter, step two ignore the door, step three shuffle to her side. Standing over her in the darkness, the pole light on Darren Pope’s property shining through into her window he admired her beauty as well. “I know I say it a lot, but I swear the twins are Josie’s clones. They look exactly like their mother at this age, only Josie is taller. Last second growth spurt, this size at 15 when I first hooked up with little, Miss Josie Tucker. This is really stupid. What am I doing in here lusting over Dakota.” Was it Dakota? Not unless the girls had woken up in the middle of the night and switched back into their own bedrooms. Sable wanting room opted to let her sister sleep and stepped over to camp out in her bed instead. Hooboy!

“Fuck it! Let’s do this. Training begins again.” Crawling in from the foot of the bed and over Sable he began kissing her ass cheek, then nuzzling in between her divide to lick her anus. The immediate sensation made her eyelids flutter. In such a deep sleep she could only process thought in the heat of the moment. “Not now Trav. Mister Black isn’t looking anymore.” Darn it! “Let me sleep!” Say what? Henry, of course, had no way of hearing her garbled tHOughTS. Still, the sensation felt entirely too good. “Mmm! I like you Custer. Move over and share me with Corey.” Yeesh! Best birthday gift never!

“Man! I think Punky is dead to the world. She’s barely mumbling with my tongue halfway up her ass. Maybe I should just let her sleep in a while.” He lifted his face from her thighs and just that fast her lower body reacted by lifting up as if following his retreat. “Then again! Either she’s sleep humping, or she really does know I’m back here. Huh! Okay, let’s rise and shine.”

Instead of going back for seconds Henry took to his knees and eased higher over her. Lowering to kiss his way up her spine she trembled incoherently. Sweeping her tangled hair aside he kissed her neck, Sable tilting her head on her pillow as if receptive. “Zombie marathon!” He sighed, her foggy brain slowly slapping her upside the skull from the inside. “This will wake her ass up.”

Lowering his penis down between her thighs he teased her labia as if searching for gold. Nuzzling in she actually pressed back into him until his crown ever so slightly dipped inside her vulva. “Whoa, now!” He backed out in a hurry then slid his erection down under her thighs. Thrusting briskly, his thick head grazed over her clit multiple times. Still out of it, Mister Sandman led to thoughts on Dominic Black fake fucking her while she was sucking off Travis Herbert, clueless Trav with a pillow over his face to prevent seeing it. Now she was gyrating against her father. The more her body reacted she became aware. Eyelashes fluttering, she looked up at the headboard without lifting her head. “What is happening?” Squeal! A quick glance over her shoulder she felt her father kiss her cheek.

“Just relax! Happy Birthday!”

“D-daddy? You said Happy Birthday at midnight. What are you doing?”

“You always beg for lessons; I’m giving you one. Want me to stop?”

“Uhhhh! No!” Darn it! Cock--er--rock in a hard place! “Eeeek!” Ticklish attentiveness Sable found herself in a predicament. She knew he thought she was Dakota and to tell him differently might kill the dynamic that he and Dakota had developed. There was only one solution here. “That feels really good daddy. I love it when you do this to me.” Not exactly a lie! Closing her eyes, she simply let him stay on course, as long as it wasn’t stay on intercourse. She had experienced this with not just Dominic, but Travis, even Mace Belmont. Knox Hardecker for that matter. Her father kissing on her only gave her further inspiration. After her footsy and short blowjob last night this was actually nothing compared to that. “I can enjoy this. At least I’m covering Sissy’s tracks.”

Hearing a toilet flush down the hall in Sable’s adjoining bathroom, Sable knew Dakota was awake. “I think Sable is up.” She told her father to keep him thinking she was Kota.

“Sable will probably go back to bed. Just lay there and enjoy what I’m teaching you.”

“Okay! Daddy?”

“Yeah, Punky?”

“Did you have your dick right up to my hole? Was I dreaming it?”

“No! I got a little too close.”

“Daddy?”

“Quiet down up there.” He whispered.

“Can you do that again while I’m awake enough to know.”

“Sure! Just don’t press back into me if you don’t want messy bed sheets.”

“I won’t!” Easing back on the mattress he rose up onto his knees and nudged her legs wider to give him room. Lining his beefy crown up he gently slipped past her labium and lightly pressed into her vulva. Her eyes rolled at the close proximity.

Thoughts only she envisioned Dominic Black taking her like this. Then Mace Belmont, Custer Martini, Corey Samson. A mental gangbang was making her crazy. She did find herself faintly gyrating into him. “Careful, Punky!”

“What are you two doing?” OH, SHIT! Dakota stepped into her room and dropped her jaw. Realizing her father likely presumed that she was Sable, Kota knew she had to play the game. “I can’t believe you two are at this again. It’s 5:22 in the morning.”

“I know we weren’t loud enough to wake you. Happy Birthday Number Two!”

“Yeah! I’m Number One.” Sable razzed her sister. “Get over it Sissy. Daddy likes training me how to be with boys.”

“Weird!” Dakota feigned a blush then did the unexpected. “Show me too.” She quickly crawled into bed beside her sister. “You said get over it. This is the only way I know how to do that. If daddy can teach you then he can teach me. That way I know what I’m getting into when Travis and I... “ Vomit! “ ... finally, do it.”

“I did not see that coming.” Henry chuckled, finding Dakota--er-- Sable pressing further into him. A slap to her ass Henry slowed her actions. “What did I tell you? I am NOT taking your virginity.”

“Please daddy! Let me feel him inside just a little deeper.”

“Any deeper you’re going to start bleeding. I’m not going to start your school day off messy. Take what I offer, or we stop.” The true Dakota leaned over Sable’s ass to get a good look at how deep her father already was. Whoa!

“Do me! Do me!” Dakota rolled on top of her sister as if getting a piggyback ride. Henry was stunned to see Shyster so bold suddenly. Startled even more by seeing a replica of the most adorable pussy ever right over its perfect twin.

“SAAAABLE!” Sable rolled her eyes calling out her own name. This was bonkers!

“You hush! I’m newer to this than you. I have the right to learn things just like you do. Hit me, Daddy!”

“Hit you?” Henry busted up laughing, “Okay!” He slapped Dakota’s ass hard forcing a yelp. “You wanted what I do to your sister. You got it.”

“Ouchie! I can live with more of those. It’s no worse than how you used to spank us when we were younger.”

“Those were not quite as intimate. You two deserved those.”

“It’s our birthday! You owe us eighteen of those.”

“Seventeen for you.” Sable beneath her giggled. “You’re crushing me.”

“No worse than crushing on daddy like you do.” Dakota had fun teasing her sister under stress.

“No crushing! This is not going much further. Quiet down, down there Punky.” He truly hoped that Dakota had not revealed to Sable that he had admitted to wanting to fuck her. That could be trouble. As if any of this crap wasn’t going to one day bite him in the ass. “Five more minutes, you two need to get ready for school. I’ll spank you two some more over the weekend.”

“But grampa will be here. Do it before!” Dakota lifted her bottom posing for a hand paddle. Realizing she was supposed to be Sable she bit her tongue. “What have you turned me into, Sissy?”

“Get off already!” She was trying to. So was Henry! LOLOLOLOL!

“Five minutes! Hang in there! Ready, Sable?” Sable and Dakota both said yes at the same time.

“HEY!” Dakota swatted her sister over her scalp, “He was talking to me.” Oh, you bitch!

“Alright! Seeing as this is your first time, I don’t want you to move, just let me do it all.”

“I trust you daddy.” The real Sable rolled her eyes at Dakota’s performance. Hugging Sable beneath her as if scared Dakota snickered and mumbled, “I wuv you Sissy.” Uh huh! Sure, you do! Dakota felt her father pry her cheeks wider for a better view then lifted up to pose his urethra directly at Sable--er--Dakota’s twat. Thumbs prying her thin labium aside he lined his crown in ready for a delicate entry. “No sudden moves!” His head entered her vagina and let his thumbs go, her folds to each side of his crown. Pressing in until his crown could no longer be seen he stopped cold. “Holding up okay Shyster?” Again, both said yes carelessly.

“Quit that!” Dakota again swatted the true Sable in the temple. “Don’t confuse daddy.”

“I know which is which.” Whatever! Henry had zero idea in the dim lighting of the room, the girls identical in every lay-- er-- way. He was only going by bedroom occupancy at the time. Same messed up hair, same messed up life. To both girls this was like reliving their massage over at Josh Ramsey’s house. Even at his home they were atop one another and naked, a handsome man fondling and taunting them. So awesome!

“Alright! I’m going to go back and forth between you in this position. As much as you might want to feel as if you need to push back into me try not to. If you do feel the need to participate ... masturbate. Well, use your fingers on your clitoris without scratching my dick as I move from one of you to the other. Understand?”

A chorus of “Yes!” as if to say hurry it up, Henry waited just long enough to see the twins strategically manipulate their hands up under their tummies and search for their hypersensitive clit’s. How was this teaching them about boys. Did they plan on using the sisters in this exact same way? Henry McKellen was still dull in his drunken state. No true hangover, just off in judgment.

Hearing the girls whimper over teasing their hooded wonders, Henry deployed his first set of moves. Moving from that crown molding between whom he suspected was Sable’s vulva with his tip grazing from one sister to the other without pulling too far away, he united similarly with the real Sable’s cunt. A tight squeeze he introduced his crown until it slid up to the crest before stopping. Sable on bottom flared her eyes at the intrusion and shared a look of horror. She knew it would not take much to puncture her hymen, but if he didn’t that gave her the knowledge of how far she could let someone else attempt it.

While pausing inside her enTRY point, Henry also showed Dakota aka Sable on top what it felt like having his thumb in her anus. Simply the tip as he was doing with his penis but both girls got a sampling at the same time. “That’s it. No pain, just discomfort of the unknown. I’m really shocked you wanted to try this Shyster.” In response Dakota huffed a “Me too!” If anything, her butthole tickled her. Not so bad so far! Easing from Sable below, he drifted back upwards to repeat himself. In the higher approach however, it did not allow him the angle to thumb Dakota--er--Sable! Geez!

“I have Sissy.” Dakota rotated her hand beneath her and slid her fingers back over Sable’s butt crack and dug a nail up into her pucker. An immediate yelp Sable had to muffle her face in Dakota’s pillow. They did hear a “I’ll get even bitch.” which Henry found amusing. “Hey! I’m only helping daddy.” Even as a single knuckle rose up to delicately tickle Henry’s foreskin, he rolled his own eyeballs back at the taunt. Sensitivity of his own discovered thanks to her untimely tease he fluttered his lashes and moved upward to Sable-- er-- Dakota’s freed up anus. His crown made an attempt to burrow in without lube to very little avail. “NOOO DADDY! NOT MY BUTTHOLE!”