Chapter 2

The weeks turned into months with my daughter Faith living, not only under my roof, but also in my bed. Before I knew it, May turned into June and the time for Hope's graduation from college approached. Hope was my younger daughter by five years.

Faith and I drove the 180 miles to attend Hope's graduation and help her celebrate. We also were going to help her move her stuff, some of which was going into storage at home until she could find places for it in her new little apartment in Chicago. She had taken a marketing job with a national department store chain headquartered in the Windy City.

The plan was for Hope to come home for a visit of a few days before driving on to Chicago and getting settled in. After that, it would be even harder to see her because of the additional 350 miles and the fact that she would be doing an unspecified amount of traveling in her line of work.

Faith and I made the drive in the afternoon and checked into a hotel before seeing Hope. We then got together for dinner and some reminiscing before dropping Hope off to get a little sleep on her last night in town. Faith and I put the hotel's king-sized bed to good use that night, enjoying a longer-than-usual bout of sexual fun-and-games.

The following day was a riot. The graduates dressed in their gowns early and then mingled with the crowd of relatives and well-wishers. Hope introduced us to an unending string of her college friends, all of whose names soon escaped me. The question crossed my mind more than once to wonder which of them were just acquaintances, which were study-buddies, and which were maybe something more. However she was certainly "of age" now and the answers were none of my business. I couldn't even afford for her to ask a similar question of me.

We got a late start on the two-and-half hour drive back home but after all it was her day to celebrate and I didn't want to cut it short. When she finally said she was ready to go, she looked so tired that Faith volunteered to drive her car and let Hope relax as a passenger, so for the long drive, as company I only had myself and the oldies CDs I played on the car stereo.

Once we got home, everyone was so tired we were all ready to go to bed. I thought Faith, to keep up appearances, would probably go to her room but after Hope had gone to bed, Faith slipped into my bed, kissed me good-night and snuggled back into our comfortable spoon position, pulling my hands down to hold her breasts.

At the breakfast table the next morning, I thought Hope gave us both a strange little smile but nothing unusual was said. Since it was a Sunday, Faith didn't have to work so we spent the day with Hope telling us about her trip to Chicago, what her new apartment was like, how she was going to decorate it, how much she looked forward to getting started on the job, and much, much more.

That evening after Hope had gone to bed, Faith quietly crept into my bed where we went through our ritual, first her giving me a blow job, then me eating her pussy until we both had experienced a first orgasm. Then I climbed into her saddle and we started to fuck, as usual making it slow and sensual and changing positions every few minutes. Faith made every effort to keep her encouragement to a whisper. But we must have been loud enough to be heard because I watched in a combination of dread and surprise as the door eased open and Hope came in.

She sat on the edge of the bed by Faith as I rolled to the other side, not knowing what to say to my younger daughter. However the two sisters seemed to have an understanding rapport... Hope bent over as Faith lifted up and the two girls hugged silently. When they separated, Hope was smiling as she said "I've wondered if you two might not get together. You both have needs that make it a perfect match."

I had scrambled to find enough of the sheet to cover my nakedness and I was prepared to be berated for an incestuous relationship with her sister.

Instead as I kept trying to cover up, I felt Hope's hand alight on my side as she said "Its okay, daddy. I know that what the world thinks and what we need to do don't always coincide. It's okay with me that you two are taking time to satisfy the needs of the other." She leaned over Faith and crooked her finger at me. "Give me a kiss."

I leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek but she turned her head at the last second and our lips came together in a long wet sensuous kiss.

When she finally pulled back, she said, "I was just wondering how to get my own needs met. Can I join in the fun?"

Faith giggled. "I thought little sister just might be a little jealous. Well, that's okay. I think there's enough of daddy to go around. Get your clothes off and get back here."

I was too stunned by this turn of events to be able to speak. I lay back staring at the ceiling, wondering what I should do. Wondering if I was strong enough to do what I should or if I would be swept away by the emotions of the moment. When Faith turned to me and slid her hand down my thigh and cupped my cock, I found out quickly that I was not as strong a man as I thought I was; my cock came back to full attention quickly.

When the bed moved as Hope climbed in, Faith threw the sheet off and said, "Come on, Sis. Climb on top and get some of this."

As Hope climbed over Faith and then straddled me, Faith guided my questing cock into Hope's warm honey pot, which was dripping with her personal lubrication. She was tight, much tighter than I assumed a woman fresh out of college might be, making me think that maybe she had been studying harder than I gave her credit for. She took her time working the tight little ring of muscle down around my shaft, accepting it wet inch by delicious inch until she finally had completely engulfed my member. She carefully lay down on my chest and captured my face between both of her small hands.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Oh, daddy, you don't know how much I've wanted to do this since... since not long after... mom died."

Hope lowered her mouth to mine and we exchanged deep kisses. I reached my left arm out and pulled Faith to us and the three of us lay together for a long time before Hope eased back and began to slowly work her bottom up and down on my shaft. She brought us both to a very satisfying climax and I couldn't believe that I had now shot my sperm into the quivering cunts of both of my precious daughters.

When Hope rolled off me, Faith captured my cock in her mouth and gave me a thorough washing. In about ten minutes I was hard again and Faith said "Its time to pick up where you left off."

I climbed into Faith's saddle and eased my cock into her surprisingly still wet pussy while Hope snuggled close and fondled us both as I fucked her older sister. It turned out to be a long night, one in which none of us got to sleep before the crack of dawn, by which time Faith had to get up and get ready for work. I pitied her having to work on no sleep but, as I fixed us some breakfast, she kissed me and said that she would be okay, especially after such a fantastic family bonding night.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights all three of us slept in my big bed, but always after I had fucked both of my sweet daughters at least once. They discovered that each of them liked eating my cum from her sisters snatch and seeing them in the 69 position always gave me a new erection... always.

Hope invited me to fuck her ass once as she was on top of Faith, so I lubed us both and eased inside her, feeling my balls slap the upper part of Faith's face each time I stroked inward. She didn't seem to mind and later admitted that it was one of the hottest things she'd ever witnessed, watching my cock tour her little sister's ass hole so close up. Although Faith had never had successful anal sex, she got Hope to talk her though how to get past the initial pain of entry and Hope told her about how to relax her sphincter to make it less painful. Before the week was over, Faith said that she already loved being fucked in the ass... maybe as much as being fucked in her pussy.

Unfortunately Friday morning arrived and Hope had to leave for Chicago. Before she left, she said something to Faith, then led me to the bedroom where she gave me one of the most tender, sensual fucks I had ever had and she left for Chicago with a fresh load of my cum in her pussy. She invited us to visit, or just me if Faith couldn't get away, whenever we could. She would try to make it back home as often as possible.

Faith stayed with me for the better part of three years, until she found another man her age, one named Marcus but usually called Marc for short, and fell in love again. She brought him home to meet me and I was impressed. He was a very intelligent person but didn't seem to lord it over others not so gifted. He was very solicitous of Faith and seemed anxious to please her.

The fourth or fifth time she brought him home, she told me that he had asked her to marry him and she was considering it. We were sitting in the den at the time, the three of us having just finished a dinner I had prepared. Faith was holding Marc's hand and said that she loved him and she was convinced that he loved her. This would be the second marriage for both of them so they were going into it with their eyes wide open.

However Faith surprised me when she said that she had told him about our relationship... that she had been sleeping in my bed since she had moved back in with me and that we had been fucking all of that time. As she said this, she turned to look at Marc and he smiled back at her. Faith said she had told him that, if they were to get married, Marc could not expect her to completely shut her father out of her sex life so if he expected that, she would have to decline his offer. She had left the ball in his court for him to contemplate and he was going to give her his answer that evening. I would never have believed this moment would have arisen, not in a million years.

We both looked at Marc. His smile, if anything, had gotten larger. He said "Dad... I hope you don't mind if I call you Dad... ?!?" I shook my head to indicate that it was okay. He continued "I was surprised by Faith's revelation last night but the more I thought about it the more logical it seemed. You, Faith and Hope seem to have a very loving family so why should sex not be a part of it. And if so, why should anything I do in the family detract from that relationship. If we can have your blessing to marry, you can have my blessing to continue loving your daughter just as you have been. I realize that such an arrangement does not have to diminish who we are, any of the three of us."

Faith got up and sat in Marc's lap, hugging his neck and said, "In that case, I would love to marry you, Marcus." They kissed and I thought it just might turn into a strip and fuck show but they stopped after some heavy petting.

For the next couple of months, there were really no changes in our lives except that Marc came over several nights a week and joined us for dinner. Afterward I would send them out to the den or to the back porch to share each other's company. I knew that sometimes resulted in them arranging to have sex in some very peculiar positions. That didn't bother me because Faith was still fucking me almost every other day and still sleeping with me.