Chapter 43

It was around 8:30 p.m. when Alice texted me to tell me she would be spending the night with Fergus. It was vengeance, she thought, for me spending the night with Jules the night before.

The way I discovered this text was ... interesting, though. And poetic in a way.

My phone was on my nightstand when my text message notification went off three times in a row, vibrating the nightstand. However, when the texts came through, it just so happened that my hand was resting atop the twins’ chests while I held them tightly in place, cuddling against me, their hands absentmindedly stroking my cock.

So when I picked up my phone and saw it was from Alice, informing me that she’d be spending the night with that homewrecker student of hers, I couldn’t help but laugh and feel a bit smug.

“What is it, Daddy?” Lydia asked sleepily after I finished laughing out loud.

I showed them my phone. “Your mother says she’ll be staying overnight at her fuckin’ boyfriend’s house,” I replied with a chuckle. “Or dorm room or whatever the fuck it is.”

Their mouths fell open wide, and then Lydia laughed aloud, her voice full of glee.

Then Lydia said excitedly, “Oh my god! That means...”

Lizzie finished with a squee, “ ... we’ll get to stay in your bed tonight!”

“Yes,” I confirmed, grinning broadly myself. “I suppose that’s exactly right. You two will be sleeping in my bed all night. Just the three of us.”

They squealed happily, hugging me tight, squeezing their bare tits into my sides.

“You won’t mind sharing your bed with us?” Lydia asked, looking at me with pleading eyes.

And then Lizzie added eagerly, “Daddy? We’ve been wanting to share your bed with you overnight since we first started having sex. Can we please do that now?”

“Of course, sweethearts,” I smiled, “waking up next to each other will be perfect.”

“Yay!” Lydia cheered.

“Yes!” Lizzie agreed, giving my dick a squeeze.

I laughed, “it’s funny that your mom texted me that while I was cuddling naked with you two and you had your hands on my dick.”

Lydia giggled, saying, “yeah it’s pretty hilarious.” Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek and added, “thanks for letting us sleep with you tonight daddy.”

Lizzie hugged me tight and whispered in my ear, “thank you for loving us and taking care of us daddy. Thank you for making sure we know how to take good care of ourselves too.”

“Of course,” I smiled. I squirmed, another surge of pleasure shooting through my cock. “I think it’s a good time to take care of you two even more.”

They giggled as they got on their backs while I returned the favor by leaning down to give each of their pussies a lick, eliciting loud gasps from each of them as I began lapping at their wet cunts while using my free hand to pleasure the other one.

And thus began one of the best nights of our lives.

The morning sun woke us up. Lydia rolled over and kissed my cheek, saying, “Good morning, Dad.”

“Morning,” I responded groggily.

She noted my morning erection, and cutely patted the head of my dick, as if she was petting a dog.

“And good morning to you,” she giggled. “I see you woke up before Daddy did.”

I blushed slightly and couldn’t help but laugh my ass off.

“What?” she asked, surprised.

“Nothing. You’re just hilarious sometimes, Lydia.”

Lydia snickered, then got out of bed. She stood up at the foot of my bed, stretched and stuck her chest out.

I stared at her side profile, transfixed. Lydia’s tits jutted proudly outward, capped by two large areola and prominent nipples. Aside from those tits, she looked like a normal preteen girl: long straight brown hair; light freckles across her nose and cheeks; slender build with soft curves beginning to emerge in her waist and hips.

But her breasts were huge, bigger than her head. And they were still growing. She’s badly overflowing out of a DDD-cup bra for fuck’s sake.

I glanced over at Lizzie, who was still asleep next to me. She had similarly massive breasts. Like Lydia, they seemed to defy gravity and defied logic. She lied on her side, her boobs resting atop one another, dwarfing her tiny frame. They didn’t seem real either. But they were. Just like Lydia, they’d been developing quickly ever since early puberty hit at 7 or 8. And just like Lydia, her big areolas made her boobs look even more unreal.

These girls were beautiful beyond belief. They shared the same DNA as me and their mother, yet they looked nothing like her as far as their bodies were concerned. Their tits dwarfed their mother’s, and they’ve had bigger tits than hers since they were 8 years old. That was fucking crazy.

My eyes went back to Lydia, her tits jutting as she stretched, staring through the window, completely unaware that I was ogling her. But I was less ogling her rather than just simply amazed that this skinny little girl had such gigantic tits. They were so big and heavy that they looked like something from a porn movie, especially when she arched her back to stretch.

Some women are shaped like an hourglass. But Lydia and Lizzie had bodies that were shaped like the letter P.

“Holy shit,” I gasped while staring at her.

“What?” Lydia replied innocently.

“You’re ... wow...” I stammered, unable to finish my sentence. “I still can’t believe that your breasts are so big now.”

She smirked and shrugged nonchalantly.

“They’ll never stop growing, apparently.” She laughed lightly. “Dad, my hormones are going nuts right now. Lizzie too.”

I laughed, “they definitely are.”

Lydia smiled, looking down at her chest. Then she raised her arms above her head, arching her spine and thrusting out her breasts again, this time for my benefit. She turned towards me slightly wiggled them in front of me, smiling seductively.

“Do you think these are too big?” Lydia asked coyly, turning around slowly before facing me again. She knew what my answer would be but she asked anyway.

“No way!” I exclaimed, surprised by her question. “I don’t think so, anyway. I think it’s hot when a woman’s breasts are out of proportion with her body.”

Lydia giggled and looked at my cock. “I think it’s hot when a guy’s dick is out of proportion with his body,” she said, grinning wickedly.

I grinned sheepishly. “Well, yeah, maybe...”

“I get why you lose control looking at us,” Lydia said. She looked at her sister, who was still asleep next to me. “When I look at Lizzie, I see perfection.”

I nodded.

“And when I look at myself, I know there isn’t anyone else like me in the whole world,” she added.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It’s just weird,” she continued, “to find yourself attractive. You hear people say all the time that they feel fat or ugly or whatever, or that girls my age go through awkward phases, but I’ve never felt any of those things. Ever since I got boobs, I’d look at myself in the mirror every day and wonder: ‘Is this normal?’ Because it seemed crazy to me. And then one day I realized, no, this is actually pretty damn cool. So now whenever I catch a glimpse of myself in a window reflection, or in the bathroom mirror, I smile to myself because it makes me happy knowing that nobody looks like this except for me.” She looked at Lizzie and chuckled. “Okay, maybe Lizzie.”

“Even before you two got boobs, you and your sister were the prettiest little girls,” I commented. “It was weird how you could tell as early as kindergarten that you two would be knockouts when you got older. But nobody could’ve guessed you’d turn into the kind of gorgeous creatures you’re becoming.”

I paused for a moment.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I really appreciate that you guys are comfortable being in your own skin,” I smiled.

Lydia giggled.

“Thanks Dad,” Lydia said shyly. “I do feel like a freak sometimes though. Like everyone else has something they wish they didn’t have, and here I am totally satisfied with how God made me.”

“You are beautiful inside and out, too,” I told her. “You talk like women, not kids. It’s why you could pull off looking 18 or even 21, not only because of how you look, but how mature you seem. You act like an adult. You’re so smart and your vocabulary is impressive.”

Lydia blushed and walked toward the bed, sitting down on the edge as we talked. She explained, “Getting big boobs in the 2nd grade will change your entire perspective on life.”

“Yeah, I get it,” I said. “I was pretty young when I started puberty and when my dick got big, but I can’t imagine doing so so publicly, like you two. Plus, I was always a grower so my bulge wasn’t super duper obvious. But you two, developing boobs at such a young age changes how everyone looks at you.”

“How did you handle it?” Lydia asked.

I sighed, “it wasn’t bad I guess. Gym class was the hardest. Like when I started middle school, it was already pretty big. And since middle school is when you start having to get dressed in gym clothes in the locker room, I’d get dressed in gym clothes, having this huge bulge between my legs even though I still had a kid’s body. And the other boys had nothing at all. Not even pubes yet. And I’d had since I was like 8 or 9.”

“That must have been embarrassing,” Lydia remarked.

I shook my head, “not really. Some boys were obviously threatened, which might have been why I was picked on a lot. It was funny though ... I remember being your age, doing jumping jacks in gym class, and my dick and balls would flop up and down while I jumped.”

Lydia laughed, grabbing her chest, “trust me, I know what that’s like! I wouldn’t run fast or jump high for the longest time because I thought everybody saw my boobs bouncing everywhere. That happened until I got used to it.”

“And now you play tennis,” I laughed. “So yeah, you’re obviously used to it now.”

“I’m thinking of going out for volleyball in the fall too when I get to high school,” she giggled.

“Volleyball? Jesus...” I shook my head.

“Hey, I can already read lines well from playing tennis, so it’s similar,” she said. “The jumping around though ... That’s when boobs suck sometimes,” she admitted, “when you realize how much bigger they are compared to the rest of you. They’re heavy and they move around when you do stuff like sports. It’s a pain in the ass having to wear two sports bras at once.”