Chapter 4

Still day 23

“After you are eighteen, you are considered adults and it won’t be a problem,” I reminded them.

“Now,” I continued, “if I have sex with you, will you be able to keep quiet about it at home and with your friends?”

“Oh yes, Dave. We’ll do what ever you say,” they both moaned through their tears.

“All right then, who wants to go first?” I asked, as I exhaled.

“It should be Belle,” Mel said. “She really needs you. I can wait - a little.”

“OK, do you want to come in and watch, Mel,” I asked.

“Yes, I would like that, Dave. Thank you!”

We adjourned to the bedroom, and I got out of the chair and onto the bed.

“Belle, you’re going to have to be on top. I still can’t use my left leg. It is going to be a while before I can. Can you do that?” I asked her.

“Yes, Dave. Tell me what to do,” Belle said, as she removed her blouse and skirt. Then she slipped her thumbs into the thong strings and slid it down and let it drop to the floor, revealing the red patch above her pussy. It had been trimmed very short, not shaved or waxed, just trimmed.

“Come up here on the bed, Sweetie,” I told her. She, out of instinct, headed for the left side. I stopped her.

“Sweetie, use the right side, OK!”

“I’m sorry, Dave. I didn’t...”

“It’s OK, Sweetie. It’s just that the left leg is real tender and anything will set it off,” I told her.

Belle got on the bed and I started to kiss her and rub her breasts. She was shaking already with desire. Our tongues dueled for a while, and I slipped my hand down over her flat stomach and her mound to her pussy. I found that Belle had developed a serious leak.

We kissed a little longer, and I brought my hands back up to her breasts and resumed massaging them. Belle’s eyes were closed and her breathing was very ragged. She moaned in her need. She was shaking even harder.

“Are you ready?” I whispered to her.

“Yes, Dave,” she panted.

“All right, get up and move over. Put one leg on each side of my body and squat down,” I told her. Belle moved as I had indicated.

“Back just a little bit, Sweetie,” I told her. Then, “Now rub me on your pussy lips to get me lubricated. It’ll go in easier that way.” She did.

“OK, that’s very good. Now rise up just a little and place me at your entrance. Take a deep breath and let the head open you by lowering yourself just a little.” The first time, I slipped by her pussy, but the second time, the head went between her lips.

“OK, now hold there for a few seconds. How does it feel?” I asked her.

“It feels big, Dave,” Belle answered.

“OK, now ease forward just a little.” She did and then winced. “That is your hymen. You didn’t remove all of it with the carrot. If you want to continue, move back until the head is just inside your lips and then drop down quickly, and I will tear through it. If you would rather stop, that’s OK, too,” I told her. God, she was so wet!

Belle backed up and took several long, deep breaths, then dropped like a stone, and came to rest with me buried deep in her. She let out a little squeal, and then sat still. She was so tight and hot. I held her there.

“Are you all right, Sweetie,” I asked after a bit. She still had her eyes shut and her breathing was still ragged.

“I think so. I feel soo full,” she answered. “It hurt for a few seconds, but it feels better now.”

“When you are ready, move back and forward a little and see how it feels.” A few minutes passed before she started to move. Tears were coming down her face.

“Are you OK?” I asked again, concerned.

“Oh yes, Dave. This just feels soo good!” Belle cooed

“When you are ready, rise up until just the head is still in you and then drop down again,” I told her. Shortly she started a few tentative strokes. She started to moan again and then to increase the rapidity of her strokes. In short order she screamed, “Yes ... yes ... Oh God, ... Yes!” and slid all the way down on my cock. I put my hands on her breasts and started to massage them as she sat there for a few minutes recovering

“Are you ready for some more,” I asked, after a while

“Oh, is there more?” she asked, confused.

“Well, I haven’t cum yet. Until I do you can play all you want,” I told her

Belle started again but with longer, slower strokes, After a time she said, “Oh God, Dave. This feels soo good. I don’t want to ever stop.”

“Keep going. I’ll let you know when I am close,” I told her. As her orgasm built in her again, Belle started moving faster with shorter strokes. God, she was so tight, hot, and wet! I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

“I’m close, Sweetie,” I told her.

“Yes ... don’t stop ... Oh God, don’t stop yet,” she moaned. A few seconds later she shook and started to really clamp down with her pussy. She slid all the way down until I was balls deep in her, and I blew my load deep into her clamping pussy. She shuddered and shook.

Belle just lost all control of her body as she went rigid from the orgasm she had had and fell forward on to my chest. She lay there on top of me for many minutes without moving or saying anything. Finally, she started to moan.

“Oh God, that felt soo good! Thank you, Dave. Oh God.” she sighed. She was crying again as her body still shook. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close for a long while as she cried. I had shrunk back to normal size and had slipped out of her some time ago. Eventually, she was better and we kissed for a while. She was leaking, and after a bit, I had her get up and go to the bathroom to clean up.

Mel had been watching the entire time. She came over now and started licking me clean and cleaning up what had leaked out of her sister. She was crying also. I asked her, “Mel, are you OK?”

“Yes, Dave. I’m OK. I just need you, too. When can we do it? Can you do it again today?” she wanted to know, sobbing quietly.

“Sure, Sweetie. Just give me a little time to recover, and then it will be your turn, OK.”

“OK, Dave,” she sighed and started to suck my cock again. I got hard fairly rapidly after that, and we repeated what I had done with Belle. Mel was just as responsive as her sister. It took me a lot longer to cum though. I had just done Belle and needed to rebuild my supply. Mel orgasmed three times before I was ready to cum and then orgasmed again when I did.

I had learned my lesson from Belle and caught Mel as she toppled into me. We lay there a long time recovering. I kissed her and played with her breasts. Eventually, I had her get up and I sent her into the bathroom to clean up. Belle came over and started to lick me clean and lick up Mel’s and my juices. Then she washed me off with a wash cloth.

They both then got in bed with me, one on either side. They pulled up the covers, and we took a nice nap, the three of us.

When I awoke later, the girls were getting dressed. They had placed toilet paper in their panties, which had been in their jacket pockets, before putting them on. The thongs went into their jackets pockets.

“We have to go, Dave. Mama made us promise to come home early. We have to start on the Thanksgiving meal. We will see you tomorrow when daddy comes to pick you up.” They both came over and I gave them each a long passionate kiss. They had stopped crying and seemed calmer than they had been since the attack. After they left, I lay back and went to sleep for a while.

Finally, I got up and had dinner. We had missed lunch because we were all in bed. I had a great idea for a new story and started writing after dinner. Before I knew it, it was midnight and I went to bed.

Day 24 - Thanksgiving

I was up by eight in the morning. Brushed my teeth and took a sponge bath. It was no fun doing it alone. Boy, it would be great to take a shower again, but that would have to wait until the leg got better. Shaved with that damn electric razor again.

I got dressed, went into the kitchen, and had some cereal for breakfast. Then I went back to work on the story that I had started last night. It was coming along really well. I had been writing for a while, when the door bell rang.

“Who can that be,” I wondered out loud, and rolled over to the door to answer it. It was the girls!

“Good afternoon, Dave,” they said as they came in. Each gave me a nice little kiss on the cheek. A man, about my height but early forties, had appeared behind them. He had blond/ light brown hair and green eyes. He was trim, in good condition and about 170 pounds.

“This is our father, Dave,” the girls said. The man stopped just inside the door. The sight of my leg noticeably affected him.

“How ... how are you, Dave?” he asked. Then he added, “You can call me George. I thought you would be somewhat younger. The girls never told me your age. I also wasn’t expecting your leg to look that bad,” he finished.

“Yes, it was pretty bad when the dog attacked me. The doctor told me they needed 200 stitches and a bunch of glue to put it back together. It will be another two weeks, at least, till I can get out of this chair, and then I will be in physical therapy for a while,” I told him. Then changing the subject, I asked the girls, “Why are you here so early?” The girls got a funny look on their faces.

“What do you mean early? It’s three o’clock, Dave.”

“What?” I asked. “That can’t be right!” I checked the clock in the living room, and sure enough, it was 3:00 PM.

“I was working on a story. I guess the time got away from me,” I explained.

“Please, come in and have a seat, George,” I told the girls father. “I’ll get dressed. It’ll only take a few minutes. Do you want to watch the TV?” I asked, as I turned on the TV.

“We brought your new pants, Dave,” the girls said. “We’ll come in and help you get dressed,” they added.

“Girls, you shouldn’t...!” George started.

“It’s all right, Daddy,” Belinda said. “We have helped him before. We know what to do.” George looked a little bewildered and stopped talking.

When we got in the bedroom, the girls closed the door and were instantly all over me, kissing and hugging me like crazy.

“Oh, Dave.” they crooned, “thank you soo much for yesterday! We feel soo much better!” They each took one of my hands and put it on their breasts. Then Mel said, “We started our periods this afternoon, Dave. You probably don’t want to put your hand up under our skirts just now, We have heavy pads on. We always start with heavy pads”

“Tomorrow or the next day, we will be able to switch to tampons!” Belle added, with glee in her voice.

The girls seemed much calmer today. Still loving and obviously horny, but not frantic as they had been previously. They helped me get dressed. First a clean shirt and undershirt. Then they took my old sweat pants off and had to check out my cock to be sure it was OK. They both sucked and licked it for a few minutes before deciding it was fine. They got me a new set of underpants.

They had done a bang up job on the new trousers. They went on fine, even if they did look a little odd with one long leg and one short one. They got my belt, wallet, change, and keys for me and soon we were ready to go. Before opening the door, they each gave me another long passionate kiss and put my hands on their breasts again. God, these girls are so fantastic!

“We’re just about ready, Daddy,” Belinda said. “We weren’t too long were we?”

“No, that’s fine,” George said. He had been watching the game on TV and could probably have waited another hour with no problem.

Melinda got my jacket, put it over my shoulders, and we all headed out for the car. Belinda brought the crutches along.

George helped me get in the right middle passenger seat of his large SUV. The girls put the wheel chair in the back, after folding it together, along with the crutches. Then they got in, Belinda in the left middle seat and Malinda in the right front seat. It only took a few minutes to get to their house as it was only three-quarters of a mile away. They all got out, got the chair out, and then George helped me out and into the chair.

“All of that happened across the street?” he asked, in confusion.

“Yes,” I replied, “just at the far end of the fence. It’s a good thing the girls were out here planting flowers, or I would have bled to death.”

“I always thought that dog was vicious, but, my God, he must have been crazy,” George said, shocked.

I was rolled into the house. There was a little problem with the front step but we overcame it. The girls’ mother, Margie, met us in the entry hall. She also was shocked at the sight of my leg. She had only really seen it once in the hospital. So now faced with it up close and personal, the sight of it turned her slightly green. Belinda could see that her mother was uncomfortable, and asked, “Doesn’t it look much better, Mom?”

“Yes, dear, much better. One of you come in the kitchen and give me a hand. George take Mr...”

“Dave, Mother, just Dave,” Malinda said.

“Yes,” Margie said, “take Dave in the living room and you two can watch football till dinner is ready.”

The girls rolled me into the living room and turned on the TV there so George and I could watch football. Then both girls went to help their mother in the kitchen.

We had been watching the game for a short while, when during one of the commercials, George said, “You have really had quite an effect on the girls.”

“How so?” I asked, in fear.

“They used to go around in sweats or jeans all of the time. Now it’s blouses and skirts. Their hair is always brushed and they’ve even started to use a little makeup. Their school work is done first thing in the morning. They help with the dishes and cleaning without any complaint now. What did you do to them?” he wanted to know.

“I didn’t do anything,” I said, confused. “If anything, I should thank them for saving my life. They are very smart and pleasant to be around. I always thought they were very pretty. Ever since the accident, they have been very helpful and considerate. The only other visitors I had while in the hospital were my lawyer and his secretary. The girls really brightened up my day when they visited.”