James Barton: Daddys tempting twins

Tim looked at his daughters as they moved about the kitchen in their short robes. He felt a lump in his throat – he recalled seeing them stark naked the night before, and he could not get the sight out of his mind.

"Alt, aren't you two gonna be late for school?" he asked as Trina slid onto a chair beside him.

"Vacation, Daddy…" Trish said as she sat down. "We've got the whole week off."

Tim shook his head; he remembered them telling him several days before, but it had slipped his mind. He looked across the table at Trish and he noticed her robe was open. The soft swell of her breasts pushed the lapels apart and Tim could see the firm cleft of golden flesh. Trina passed him the toast and he saw her bare thighs just a foot away from him. Her robe had slid up as she leaned forward, and Tim caught a glimpse of her blonde pubic bush.

Tim ate nervously. As he was finishing, Michael bounded into the kitchen and took his place beside Trish. The youngest member of the Hogan household shoveled the food in as if he hadn't eaten in a week. His presence eased Tim's apprehension.

As he finished, Tim got up and kissed each of the girls, then slapped Mike on the shoulder. "I'll be home early this evening… you three stay out of mischief now," he told them, then left the kitchen.

As he climbed into his car in the drive, Tim thought fleetingly about Thelma Garrison. He wondered if she had slept the night through without awakening to find him gone.

Across town, Thelma moved sluggishly through her morning routine. Several things troubled her. She distinctly remembered having sex with Tim Hogan the night before. And she thought she remembered something else, too. Sometime during the night, Thelma had awakened in a tangle of arms and legs. She had rolled out of bed and gone to the bathroom to find herself still wearing her silk stockings. As she sat on the toilet, Thelma was sure she could hear movement in her bedroom, but as she returned, she found her bed empty.

Still feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed, she merely shrugged it off and collapsed on her bed. When she opened her eyes that morning, she could recall the first part of her sexual interlude wit Tim, then it seemed as though there had been another. Someone had stood over her as she lay on the bed… there had been a soft body next to hers and she recalled sucking…

Thelma looked up as her son entered the kitchen. For some strange reason, she blushed and turned hex back on him as he sat down at the breakfast table.

"Ah, okay if I go to Mike's house, Mom?"

"Mike?"

"Yeah… Mike Hogan," Jim replied, his heart thumping wildly as he remembered his mother sucking Mr. Hogan's prick.

"Oh…" Thelma said. "I… I suppose so. Will you be home for lunch?"

"Naw… we were goin' swimming."

"Well, don't be too late."

She rushed from the kitchen as she realized what she had been dreaming about the night before – the image of her son lying atop her naked body.

Tim checked his calls, then he picked up the telephone and dialed his sister's number. He listened to her chide him about Thelma Garrison. "Well, did you make it with her?"

Tim chuckled. "Would you believe she passed out, Jody?"

His sister laughed. "What time should I meet you?"

Tim glanced at his watch, then at his appointment book. He gave her an address not too far from her own. "I don't have to show the place until one. Why don't you meet me around office."

Jody knew her brother's real-estate business was pressing and she thrilled at the thought of actually fucking in someone else's home. "I'll be there at twelve sharp."

At the Hogan home, Trish and Trina finished washing the breakfast dishes. The sun was out in full force and Trish turned to her sister. "Do you know, I believe Dad's right… Mike does sort of look at us funny."

Trina giggled. "Suppose he's horny?"

Trish smiled and looked out the kitchen window to the pool, then to the dressing rooms beyond. "I don't know, but I'll bet we're gonna find out."

She slipped her hand up under the hem of her sister's robe and cupped her warm ass-cheek. "Jim Garrison's coming over – they're going swimming."

Trina wiggled as she felt her sister's fingers move into the cleft between her ass-cheeks. She shivered lightly as her asshole was caressed, then Trish moved her fingers along the hair-fringed lips of her pussy. "Ummmnnn… that feels good. You've got an hour to stop."

Trish swatted her on the ass. "Come on, let's save some for the boys!"

Trina took hold of her sister's arm and stopped her. "You… you mean we're gonna make it with Mike and Jim?"

Trish shrugged. "Why not? I think it'll be exciting to fuck our brother. How old do you suppose Dad and Aunt Jody were when they first got it on?"

Mike Hogan felt strangely sullen. He had not accompanied his father and sisters to their aunt's the night before because Jim Garrison had told him he was coming over and bringing some dirty books. Mike had called him, and Jim had told him his mother had told him not to go out.

So Mike had spent the evening in front of the TV wishing he had gone to Aunt Jody's party. When he had gone to bed that evening, he had lain there for a long time before he decided to jack off. As he began, he had slipped into his old fantasy – Trish and Trina lying naked before him.

Mike made it a practice to watch his sisters. He knew they both slept naked, and he was always excited at the breakfast table, knowing they didn't wear anything beneath their short robes. He often wondered if it bothered his dad in the same way it bothered him – he had noticed his father watching them closely that very morning.

"Hey… did you bring them?" Mike asked with excitement when Jim got there.

Jim smiled, patted the front of his shirt. "I brought the best one – it shows everything!"

"Come on!" Mike said.

Jim followed him around the pool and into the dressing room.

As soon as the door was closed, Mike turned and held out his hand. "Lemme see it!"

Jim lifted his shirt and handed the slick magazine to his friend. Mike opened it. The first picture he saw was one of a man's prick shooting cum into the mouth of a pretty girl.

"Wow!" Mike exclaimed, feeling his prick go rigid.

"Turn the page, there's one of people fucking!" Jim told him excitedly and slipped out of his shirt.

Mike looked at the close-up of the man's prick in the woman's cunt. His own prick throbbed painfully, and he wondered what Jim would say if he suggested they jack off together.

He turned the page as he noticed his friend had stripped down to his shorts – and the front of them was tented. He pulled off his own shirt and pants, then looked at the next picture. A man kneeled between a woman's legs and he was kissing her pussy.

Mike glanced over at Jim and saw that he had his prick out as he looked at the pictures. He took hold of his own prick as he turned the page. He found a man lying on his back with one girl sitting on his face while another sucked his prick obscenely.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Think you could go for that?"

Jim recalled his mother's mouth on his prick, and he recalled, too, the taste of her pussy.

"Hey you guys!" Trish's voice came to them.

"It's my sister!" Mike said, slipping the magazine under the cushion.

"Hey… you guys going swimming?" Trina called.

Mike looked at Jim and shrugged. "Maybe we can finish later," he told him, then opened the door a crack. "Yeah… don't use all the water 'fore we get our trunks on!"

The boys put on their swimming trunks slowly to give their pricks a chance to go down.

"Mike… you ever think about… about fucking your sisters?" Jim asked.

Mike's face colored. It was the first time they had ever spoken of the subject and he wondered if Jim had read something in his face. "I… I guess so…"