Chapter 6

Eventually we dried Sabrina's tears and got her calmed down. Katie helped me to put clean sheets on the bed in my guest room and, to my amazement, offered to sleep in there with Sabrina. What was more amazing, Sabrina accepted the offer. The family crisis apparently drew the sisters together in spite of the beating Sabrina had given Katie a few hours earlier.

In the morning I was cooking breakfast for the girls when Katie joined me in the kitchen. She didn't say anything, just kissed me on the cheek and pitched in to help.

I had been thinking about the despicable behavior of Sabrina and Katie's mom. They were both great kids yet their own mother treated them as mere nuisances. On the other hand, if she had been a good mother, I probably wouldn't be sexing up her daughters. I refused to think about that.

After a few minutes I said, "So ... did Sabrina sleep okay?"

She giggled. "She did after I was done with her!"

I stared at her. "You mean..."

"Sure. She needed comforting. So I comforted her ... like this." She put two fingers to her lips in the shape of a V and waggled her tongue between them. "After that, she went right to sleep."

I put down my spatula and hugged her. "You are an awesome sister," I said. "Any parent would be proud to have you for a daughter."

"Not my mom. To her, I'm just a pain in the ass."

"That's hard to believe," I said. "If you were my daughter—"

I stopped in mid-sentence. Katie was looking at me with a hopeful expression. Just then Missy came into the room rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Soon breakfast was ready and the two girls dragged Sabrina out of bed so we could all eat together. The girls chattered away as if the events of the previous night never happened.

I didn't say much. Mostly I just listened, and all the while I was thinking: What if Katie and Sabrina were in fact my daughters? Not biologically, of course, but legally? I mentally weighed the pros and cons. It would mean a lot of additional responsibility. And expense. And ... it would mean two hot, sexually precocious young cuties at my disposal day and night for years to come. My god, the possibilities were endless.

After breakfast, Sabrina made a tearful apology to her sister for whipping her ass the day before. Katie made an equally tearful acceptance of her apology. They embraced and swore their undying devotion to each other, or some shit like that.

It was quite touching. If I were a more sentimental sort of guy, I might have got a little choked up myself. But their sisterly display of affection did help me come to a decision. As far as I was concerned, the issue was decided. If it was at all feasible, I would try to become Katie and Sabrina's legal guardian.

As it turned out, the matter was a lot less complicated than I could have imagined. Oh, sure, there were endless forms to fill out, interviews with social workers, an inspection of my house, and the girls had to keep their distance from me during the application process. It didn't hurt my cause that, as a teacher, I was entrusted with teenagers professionally, and in twenty years I'd never done anything to undermine that trust.

But the biggest hurdle was overcome in one stroke when Sabrina and Katie's mother told me—and her daughters—that she was moving to California with her boyfriend and she didn't think the girls should go with her. When the social services people heard that, I must have looked pretty good by comparison.

And so it came to pass that I, a fifty-three year old horndog, became Sabrina and Katie's legal father. When, after weeks of hassle, I signed the last document and shook the hand of the final agency bureaucrat, I said to myself, 'Let the games begin.'

Late that night I lay in bed with a satisfied smile, Katie on one side of me and Sabrina on the other. The girls had both just fallen asleep. Our first evening together as a family had been a pleasant one. First, I cooked a healthy dinner to ensure that the two young adolescents received proper nutrition. The fact that I served wine with dinner would probably not have gone over well with the social services people, but I was trying to educate the girls in many important spheres of knowledge.

"A glass of red wine with dinner is good for your heart," I informed them.

After dinner we watched a little TV. I wanted to see a soccer match, but since it was our first night together as a family, I let the girls choose. So we watched an hour or so of hard core pornography on my big screen TV. While we watched, Katie and Sabrina gradually shed their clothes and freed my cock from its confinement so they could lick and suck it. Sometimes they took turns and sometimes they worked in tandem. Sabrina wanted Katie to show her how to deep throat my stiffy, which resulted in a lot of obscene gagging noises and messy drool, but Sabrina was still a long way from equaling her little sister's ability.

It's at this point that the order of events becomes a little vague. The dope we smoked while watching TV might have had something to do with that. Or maybe it was the vodka gimlets that I consumed over the course of the evening. I know that we retired to my bedroom to make use of my new king-sized bed. (My previous bed, a queen, was just a bit snug for sleeping three.)

And while my memory of some things might be faulty, I vividly remember Sabrina eating Katie's pussy for the first time.

I think Sabrina was still feeling a little guilty for the way she'd whipped her sister's ass with a willow switch, leaving her unable to sit comfortably for several days. The welts had only recently healed and, to my great relief, didn't leave any permanent marks. And it was only fair, after all, for Sabrina to reciprocate, since Katie had been eating her cunt for almost two months.

In any case, I was treated to the sight of blonde, fourteen-year-old Sabrina licking the nearly hairless snatch of her gorgeous, ginger-haired, twelve-year-old sister. I toyed with Katie's pierced nipples and from time to time I kissed Sabrina's mouth so we could share her sister's girlie essence on our tongues.

"She tastes good, doesn't she?" I said.

Sabrina giggled. "She tastes kinda like me."

She dived back in, tongue-fucking Katie's yummy pink snatch. "Oh my god," the little redhead sighed. "That feels soooo good." Her slim hips undulated like gentle ocean waves.

"She's getting juicier," Sabrina said before kissing me again.

I think it was about then that I arranged the sisters in a sixty-nine with Katie on top. Sabrina looked up at me with an impish gleam in her eye, her tongue burrowing between her sister's plump rosy labia. I placed a pillow under her head to make her more comfortable. Then I sat back and admired my handiwork the way a painter might look at his latest creation.

Picture it, if you will: two sisters, one twelve, the other fourteen. One blonde, one redhead. Both adorable, slender, nubile. Flawless white skin, small budding breasts. And they're right in front of me, licking each other's pubescent pussies. The scent of their arousal hangs in the air. I touched them to be sure I wasn't dreaming, and asked myself how I got so lucky.

"That looks so fucking sexy," I told Sabrina. "Do you mind if I join you?" The blonde cutie nodded without stopping. "Suck on her clit," I said. Grabbing the unblemished round hemispheres of Katie's ass, I pulled them gently apart. "Beautiful," I said. Then I placed the tip of my tongue on Katie's pink, puckered asshole and licked. The little redhead went wild.

After that, as I recall, Katie redoubled her efforts to bring Sabrina to orgasm, which didn't take long. It never does.

By that time I was itching to bury my cock in someone, and Katie was still on her hands and knees straddling her sister's face. It was too inviting to pass up. I knelt behind the willowy twelve-year-old and worked the head of my dick into the opening of her little juice box.

"Wow," Sabrina said, her face partly hidden by my throbbing shaft. "It's better than watching a porno movie."

I slowly inched my woody into Katie's tight snatch. Once I was balls deep, I grabbed a double fistful of her long reddish hair, eased my cock out until just the head remained inside her, then proceeded to hammer her with long, powerful strokes. "Fuck me Daddy! Yeah, give it to me!" cried the youngster. Hearing the girl call me 'Daddy' for the first time almost made me blow my wad. I pulled out, eliciting a groan of frustration from Katie.

"Suck Daddy's cock," I said, pushing it down to Sabrina's mouth. She tilted her head back slightly, swirled her tongue around my slippery knob, and took it between her lips. I let her suck the head for a minute and slipped it back into Katie's tight little puss. 'Perfect, ' I thought, mentally checking off one more item from my deviancy bucket list.

I went back and forth from pussy to mouth, and each time I withdrew my cock from Katie's fuck slot it was coated in a layer of her sweet natural lube, and each time Sabrina would lick it off before sucking me into her mouth. Sabrina looked so pretty there between Katie's thighs. I began rubbing my dick over her cheeks, smearing them with her sister's pussy cream.

"Oh, Daddy," she said, trying to capture my dick in her mouth. "You're so bad."

I must have managed to keep my dick inside Katie for a few minutes because I remember her crying out, "I'm cumming! Oh god, I'm cumming!" after which I shoved her out of the way to concentrate on Sabrina. Because of our enforced separation I still hadn't fucked the blonde cutie. I'd lusted after her for a long time—I wanted her bad.

I started by kissing her deeply, and I could taste Katie's juicy goodness on her lips. "Mmmmm," she mumbled. "I love the way you kiss me, Daddy."

"I love the way you kiss too, sweetheart. You've learned so much this summer."

Unfortunately, my recollection of the evening becomes really hazy after this point. I'm quite certain that I finally nailed the little blonde, because I have a reasonably clear memory of Sabrina's face, contorted with ecstasy, and her voice squealing, "Oh, yes Daddy, fuck me hard! Pound my little pussy!"

Not long after that, I more or less passed out. The girls carried on without me for a while apparently, because I could hear Sabrina's voice saying, "God, you are such a dirty little slut, Katie! Yes, eat his fucking cum right out of me ... fuck yes, that feels so fucking good ... oh ... oh fuck..." On and on it went, the sounds of cunt-lapping and cries of pleasure, but I was gone, dead to the world, long before they finished.

Now, I'm not going to pretend that every night we spent as a family was like our first night together. It wasn't a non-stop orgy or anything remotely like one. Sometimes a guy my age just needs a decent night's sleep. On more than one occasion I ordered both girls out of my bed so I could get some rest.

Then there were other times when I was feeling randy but the girls were not in the mood to play. Sabrina and especially Katie were still very young, after all, and they needed time to just be teenagers. Yes, Katie's thirteenth birthday was in August, and as a teen she liked to do all the usual stuff. She talked on the phone with her friends (I encouraged her to spend more time with friends her age), she played video games, and she spent an inordinate amount of time on Facebook.

All in all, we were an outwardly normal family. But, my goodness, we did a lot of fucking. Katie spent more time at home with me than Sabrina, and her thirteen-year-old hormones were raging. She damn near wore me out with her needy cunt. One day, while my gorgeous, red-haired adoptive daughter and I were enjoying a slow, leisurely fuck, she surprised me by saying, "Daddy, I want you to put it in my ass." I'd tried anal sex in the past with a couple of different girlfriends, and it never really did much for me. But seeing the look on Katie's innocent young face as I slowly inched my cock into her pink, virgin butthole gave me a whole new perspective on the notion of ass fucking.