Chapter 7

"Daddy!" the twins cried in unison, sitting up. Their faces went red.

Bob strode into the room. He took hold of his gun and started to pull it out, but suddenly the twins jumped up and ran to him. Each grabbed an arm and a leg, momentarily immobilizing the big man.

"Out the window, Nick!" Becky shouted, and the boy went out head-first. His cock, still erect, caught on the sill and almost broke off, which reminded him that he was still stark naked. He was also on the second floor of the big old house. Fortunately for him, it was only a short drop to the porch roof, which happened to be just beneath the twins' bedroom window. He landed hard, lay winded for a moment, then swung off the roof and down to the ground.

"Goddamn it, let go of me!" Bob Kendall was shouting, trying to shake his daughters loose. "I told that skinny little son-of- a-bitch what I'd do to him! Told him not to go swingin' that cock of his around my little girls!"

The girls broke free. Bob yanked out his gun, but Nick was gone.

"Damn it!" he said. "I'll teach him! Family or not--"

"Oh, what's the big deal, anyway, Daddy?" Betsy asked in a chirpy little voice. Neither she nor her sister was making any effort to cover up. Becky hurried to her father's side as he peered through the window.

"He didn't hurt us or anything, Daddy," she said, rubbing her bare body against her father's side. Her arms went as far as they could around Bob's massive torso. "He didn't do anything we didn't want him to do!"

"That's right, Daddy," Betsy said, coming in from the other side. "I mean, we may not be quite as innocent as you think we are."

Becky giggled. "Did you think we were real innocent when you were watching us yesterday? Or some of those other times?"

Bob turned. "What the hell are you talkin' about?"

Becky stepped back. She held one hand up to her face, as if she were staring through binoculars. The other hand she moved down to her crotch, using it to grip fiercely an imaginary cock. Licking her lips, she made her fist go up and down in a pretty good imitation of a masturbating male.

Betsy got the idea. She moved away from her father, into the center of the room. Sinking back onto the bed, she posed like a centerfold model, cupping and offering her tits, tickling the nipples with her slim fingers, stretching out her tongue to lick at the upstanding pink buds. Her eyes sparkled with lust, and her pussy was wet and pink when she reached down to spread her pussylips. Her legs stretched out, wide-open, and she rubbed herself.

Becky made panting sounds as she gripped her imaginary binoculars and flogged her equally imaginary cock.

"Any of this look familiar, Daddy?" she asked in a teasing voice.

"You little sluts," Bob said.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" Becky asked, turning. "Have you always been so mean about our getting around boys 'cause you didn't want anybody else to have what you were craving? Oh, look, Betsy! I think Daddy's got a hard-on!"

"Bet it's not the first one we've given him," Betsy said, sitting up. She jumped from the bed and joined her twin near their father. "Put away the gun, Daddy. That isn't what you want to shoot us with, is it?"

She took the gun from her father's hand, slipped it into the holster, and snapped the catch. Becky unhooked the gun belt and moved it out of his reach. Betsy rubbed herself up against her father's waist. Her hand caressed the hardness of his chest, then moved downward to where the lump of his hardened cock thrust at the front of his snug-fitting uniform pants.

"Mmmm, Daddy!" she purred, touching his cock-bulge. "I always figured you'd have a big one, but I never thought it would be this big!"

Stripped of everything but his T-shirt, Bob Kendall lay on the bed. There was no room on the bed for his daughters. He was a big man.

The girls' hands played up and down the stiff standing shaft of his cock. He couldn't remember ever having been so hard, so ready. A steady ooze of pre-cum leaked from the head of his prick, and the twins fondled him, teasing his cock to the breaking point. Gasping, Bob grabbed the nearest head--it was Becky's--and pulled her face into position over his cockhead.

"Oh, Daddy!" she gasped as he thrust upward, his wet cock smearing its juicy bubbles of pre-cum onto her lips and chin. She puckered and kissed her father's cock-knob, and then her lips parted willingly and her face moved downward over his big hard cock. Bob groaned at the fulfillment of his deepest, darkest fantasies.

Becky's eyes rolled as she swallowed her daddy's cock. She knew how to suck a prick down to the balls, but she gagged before she could get his cock into her throat, and she kept on gagging and choking as she struggled to wolf him down.

"Too much for you?" Betsy asked, leaning across their father from the other side of the bed. "Let me try it."

Becky surrendered Bob's cock, and Betsy fed it into her mouth. Oh, shit, the young girl thought, gulping hard and unable to make much headway. Maybe she'd bitten off a bit more than she could suck, too!

But she was determined, and the fist-fucking session with Nick had made Betsy unbelievably horny. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and, as gradually as her cunt had expanded to make room for Nick's thrusting hand, so did her throat expand to make room for her father's cock. Her lips moved down the incredibly swollen cock-shaft, and they moved into the nest of hair that sprouted from his groin.

She held him in her mouth for what seemed an eternity, just absorbing the meaty hot taste of her father's prick. His hands were on her back and ass, squeezing, pinching, fondling, he touched her as if she were a religious object and he meant to obtain salvation through his fingers alone. Betsy began to understand the fury of the desire her father had obviously felt for her, and it excited her even more.

Becky frowned. Normally she was the one who could work magic on a cock, using her lips and tongue alone. Betsy had definitely stolen her thunder.