Chapter 1

It was game night in the Cunningham household. Every Friday night had been game night for roughly thirteen years, ever since the twins had been old enough to understand what a game was.

Bob Cunningham smiled good-naturedly up at his twin daughters. He had lost again and he knew what his punishment would be. Beth and Emma pulled off their socks and pushed their feet in his face.

“Trick or treat; smell our feet!” they yelled. It wasn’t Halloween but they liked the phrase, he supposed. They always yelled it.

“Oh, phew!” he said. “Cheesy!”

Both girls giggled with delight. They loved sticking their feet in their father’s face. It always got a good reaction.

“No more, no more!” he moaned, but remained on the floor as their feet battled to get in front of his nostrils. His wife laughed as the girls punished him this way. This was a fairly normal happening in their house. They would play a family game of cards and whoever lost had a forfeit. Bob seemed to lose quite often and his girls always chose their favorite; making him lie on the floor while they stuck their bare feet in his face.

“C’mon dear, get up now and let’s continue,” Julie said good-naturedly.

“Oh, alright dear!” he said, smiling. “C’mon, that’s enough you two!”

The girls reluctantly let their father rise to continue the game.

A little while later Julie lost. It was her turn for a forfeit.

“Smelly feet! Smelly feet!” chanted the girls in unison.

Julie smiled. “No way – I’m not as crazy as your father. You’re not sticking your smelly feet in my face.”

She always said this. Julie could not be persuaded to do anything she didn’t want to.

“Oh Mom!” said Beth. “You’re such a spoil sport.”

“Yes, c’mon Mom!” said Bob.

“No!” said Julie Cunningham, sternly.

The girls turned to their father. “Daddy?” said Emma.

“Alright girls!” said Bob. He stood up, walked behind his wife then grabbed her and pulled her from her chair.

“Bob! What on earth are you doing?” shrieked Julie. Bob was laughing and his daughters looked on with delight. Shrieking and whooping themselves they jumped on their helpless mother.

“No! No!” cried Julie Cunningham crossly, struggling against her husband’s strong grip.

“Come on girls!” he shouted. “Here’s your chance to stick your smelly feet in your mother’s face!”

The girls did just that, though it wasn’t easy as their mother kept turning her face from side to side as her daughters’ feet got near her.

“Stop it Bob!” she kept saying. As she thrashed and squirmed under her husband her skirt rode up above her knees.

“Won’t behave, eh?” said Bob. “We’re just going to have to tickle you!”

The girls giggled.

“No! stop this now!” shrieked Julie Cunningham for all she was worth.

The girls dropped to their knees beside their prostrate mother and began tickling her in earnest. They went for obvious targets, like her armpits and ribs, and then Beth slid down, grabbed a foot, and began to tickle her sock-covered sole.

Julie Cunningham was almost hyperventilating now as the two girls went to work on her. She pleaded with them one last time and then, in fight or flight mode, swung her hand and slapped Bob soundly on the face.

Everybody froze and then let go of her. Mortified, she jumped up and ran, heading for the master bedroom.

“You wait here,” their father told them, and followed his wife’s dramatic exit.

He climbed the stairs, slowly, with a heavy heart. He wasn’t hurt, but he knew Julie was upset.

When he got there, though, she seemed to be waiting for him.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Fine,” he said. “No harm done.”

“Good,” she said, moving toward him.

She shed her clothes as she moved.

“I was bad,” she said, her voice low. “I need to be punished. I think you should bend me in half and fuck me deep. You know how when you push all the way in I complain it hurts? Well this time I won’t complain.”

Bob was completely taken aback. He’d never seen his wife of sixteen years like this. She was like ... like ... like an animal in heat.

She almost dragged him to the bed and lay back on it, knees spread and pulled up to her healthy, still firm breasts.

“I want it rough, Bob,” she moaned.

So that’s what he did. He mounted her and slammed in hard enough to move her body towards the headboard of the bed. He knew she normally liked him to be gentle but he also knew he could eventually rub the shit out of her clit until she came. He did that and then her milking muscles finished him off and he inundated her pussy with his spend.

Almost as soon as it had begun it was over. Julie achieved the release she needed – both sexual and emotional - and got out of bed to clean herself up, leaving Bob with a limp dick. While his wife went to the bathroom he got dressed again and waited for her. She returned, put clothing on, and then held her hand out to him. All in all, they’d been gone from the game fifteen minutes.

“Thank you,” she said. “Now we’ve got a game to finish.”

They went back downstairs to their two children, who were still there, waiting anxiously. When they saw their parents smiling, however they were greatly relieved, although somewhat mystified. No more was said about the incident and they continued the game as though nothing had happened.

Very soon after they had begun Julie lost again. She put her cards down on the table, beamed at her family and said, “Well girls. It seems I’ve lost again. It seems that I can’t stop you if you want to tickle me, or do anything else to me that you desire.”

Bob felt his cock stirring again and the girls just looked at each other with impish grins.

“We don’t want to tickle you. Instead, we want you to teach us things we need to know before we start dating,” Emma said.

The girls were fifteen and twins. They were beautiful, with full, curvy bodies like their mother, and in three short months they would be sixteen, the age they had been told they could begin dating.

“What do you want to know?” asked their mother.

“Janine says that boys will try to do things ... nasty things ... and we need to know how to stop them,” said Beth and Emma, in unison. They often sounded like they had practiced saying things together.

“Bob?” His wife looked at him.

“You want me to tell them?” he yeeped.

“You’re a man. Tell them what men will want from them.”

“Well,” he said. “Just how in-depth should I go?”

“They think teasing a man involves making him smell their feet,” said Julie. “That’s pretty unrealistic. We knew this day was coming. Don’t hold back.”

“No, Daddy!” squealed the twins. “Don’t hold back!”

“All right. First they’ll want to kiss you.”

“Big deal,” said Emma. “You’ve kissed us for years.”

“Not like boys will want to,” said Bob.

“Show us! Show us!” they chanted.

So Bob pulled Emma into his arms and planted one on her lips. He kissed her like he kissed his wife, and wasn’t reluctant about using his tongue. To be honest, he’d had some illicit thoughts about his girls over the last year or so, as their bodies looked more and more like they were eighteen, instead of fifteen or sixteen. Kissing Emma like this was fun.

When he let her go her eyes were glassy and she stumbled backwards to fall on her mother’s lap. Julie held her up.

“Wow,” she sighed.

“What was it like?” whined Beth.

So he kissed Beth the same way.

She ended up on her mother’s other knee.

“What next?” asked Julie, calmly. She knew what these girls were in for, with their long, blond hair, big breasts, and cheery attitude. Every boy who took them out would want to fuck them. She hoped that wouldn’t happen but she didn’t know how to stop it.

“They’ll want to hold you and touch you while they kiss you some more,” said their father.

Emma went to find out what that was like. She jerked and yipped, pulling her face away from a kiss.

“Daddy! You touched my boob!”

“Boys will want to do that,” he said. “They’ll try, and you need to know what that feels like, because you’re going to have to decide whether to let them touch you or not. It will be your decision how far to let them go.”

“I don’t mind if you touch me,” said his daughter, “but I don’t want boys to touch me like that.”

“At some point you’ll like a boy so much you will want him to touch you,” said Julie. “I know I did. I let some boys touch me on my boobs and other places.”

“Mom!” said both girls together, clearly scandalized.

“Where?” asked Beth, curiously. Emma snorted.

“You know where, Beth. Don’t play like you’re stupid,” she said.

“I didn’t think we were going to admit we know stuff,” said Beth in a huff.

“You two are growing up. You need to tell us the truth about things so we can have honest conversations, like this one,” said Julie. “If I don’t think I can trust you, I won’t let you start dating until I do think I can trust you, even if that’s when you’re eighteen.”

“No way, Mom,” said Emma. “We’re not waiting until we’re eighteen.”

“Okay, then, be honest with us. What have you two done with boys up to this point?”

“Not much, really,” said Emma. “Jeremy Hawkins kissed us at church one time, but it wasn’t like how Daddy just kissed us. We’ve heard stuff, from other girls, but we haven’t done any of it because we can’t date, yet.”

“What have you heard?” asked Julie.

Emma looked at both parents.

“You promise you won’t get mad?”

“Why would we get mad about something you heard? I only want to know to find out if you’ve gotten good information or bad.”

“Okay. We heard that guys want to get in our panties.”

“That’s true,” said Bob.

“What does that mean, exactly?” asked Beth.

“Your father will show you that later,” said Julie.

“I will?” asked Bob, his voice cracking.

“How else will they be prepared?” she said.