Richard Hill: Sharing his sisters

The girls lay there in the quiet of the apartment, still oblivious to Billy, whose strained eyes closed as he tried to absorb what he had just seen. Making it with him was one thing. But now he'd seen them love, each other, like lesbians, like homosexuals. He lay back on the bed next to them and thought about what had just happened. The girls were resting peacefully in each other's arms now, naked body upon naked body. It was time for a rest, he thought.

Mr. Joseph Huston and his wife Marcia arrived at their twin daughters' apartment complex early that morning. Not having their own pool, they wanted to take advantage of the good, warm weather and swim for a while. So, cm an impulse, they went to their daughters' apartment pool.

The pool was a separate part of the complex, being secluded from the apartments themselves to give the tenants more privacy. The pool area was empty this early in the morning, so Mr. Huston and his wife had the pool to themselves.

Retiring to their respective dressing rooms, they proceeded to change clothes and in a few minutes Mrs. Huston strolled from the ladies' cabana wearing a very tight and flimsy one-piece bathing suit. It was hard to tell that this woman was the mother of three children who were already grown, for her body was still firm and shapely. Her flesh hadn't begun to droop yet, and she probably could have passed for thirty years old in the suit she was wearing. She loved the water, especially on warm days, and wasted no time in jumping into the clear blue pool.

Mr. Huston soon followed her from his dressing room, placing his towels next to the pool, dropping his shirt on one of the vinyl patio chairs there.

"How is it?" he asked his wife.

"It's great! Why don't you come in?" she yelled to him, the water running down from her lovely body.

"I think I'll go see if the kids are up yet." He looked at her for approval, and she gave it to him. "I'll be right back!" he yelled as he walked towards the gate. The day was warm and his body felt so good today that he didn't even bother to throw his robe over him.

Marcia was left all alone now as she swain back and forth across the pool.

Mr. Huston knocked on the door but got no answer. That's strange, he thought. He knocked again, but still no answer. Maybe they went out or something, he thought, trying the doorknob just in case. But to his astonishment the door opened. He hesitated a moment, but talked himself into getting a drink of water anyways, so he walked into the quiet apartment.

Billy and the girls were still lying in the bed, the girls locked in each other's arms, their bedroom completely shut off from the rest of the apartment, so that they missed their father's knock. In fact they didn't even know he was walking around on the other side of the wall!

Mr. Huston surveyed the apartment and the shambles it was in, taking it for granted that since it was a young girls' apartment, it should be expected to be messy. He got a glass of water from the kitchen, and while he was drinking it, he noticed that the door to the bedroom was closed. He thought maybe the two girls were still asleep or something. Casually he walked to the hallway door, still expecting to find an empty bedroom.

Billy twitched in horror as he heard the doorknob turn, and he watched slowly as the door opened. His father peered into the room, and his mouth fell open in complete shock. Robin and Janie were embracing each other, their heads resting together, their naked bellies rubbing warmly against the other. And Billy lay there, too, completely naked as his terrified eyes met his father's. Mr. Huston walked in, wondering dazedly what he should say.

"What's going on here?" he blurted out his eyes studying their horrified faces. The girls screamed as their heads turned and they saw their father standing before them. Quickly, they let go of each other. Robin rolled off Janie and onto her side; Janie sat up, covering her tits, unable to speak.

"Well, what the hell's going on here, Billy?" his father demanded again.

But Billy was speechless, embarrassed in front of his father as he sat there in his birthday suit. Mr. Huston stood there till one of them responded.

"Well, we were all just sleeping…" Robin started to tell him, but he didn't want to hear it.

"What's wrong with you?" he yelled at them. "Don't you have any morals at all?"

He stood there and stared at them, disgusted with his children. Then he screamed at Billy.

"You get out of here! I want to have a talk with your sisters!" he yelled, and Billy knew he meant business. His father was a big man, so he wasn't about to argue with him. While his father watched them with a stem look on his face, Billy gathered his clothes from the floor, hurrying, hoping his father wouldn't lose control. It was a very touchy situation for all of them, and they all waited for each other to say something.

As Billy picked his clothes up, Mr. Huston gazed at his lovely daughters, all kinds of sexual flashes running through his mind. He could see them in bed with Billy, rubbing their soft hands over his son's strong young body, the girls panting and clawing as they fucked him. But he tried to put these disturbing thoughts out of his mind. The whole thing disgusted him – it was outfight incest! If anyone ever heard of this, he'd be ruined. Everything he ever worked for would be lost.

Billy glanced at his sisters one last time, wishing he didn't have to leave them this way, and started for the door, giving his father a very timid look. He was still naked as he carried his clothes.

"Your mother is in the pool," he said. "Tell her I'll be down after I talk to your sisters."

Billy nodded and closed the door. The bedroom fell silent again as the girls sat on the bed, holding the covers over their tits, frightened of their father. Mr. Huston walked to the bed.

"What's the meaning of this?" He waited, but still no answer from them. The girls gazed at each other, but didn't know quite what to say. "You're both a couple of tramps!" to yelled at them, and he could see his daughters flinch from his words. "Well, don't you have anything to say for yourselves?" Mr. Huston wondered what was wrong with them. He spotted the cigarettes on the dresser and lit one, waiting for them to speak.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," was Janie's reply, but that didn't help very much.

"Sure you are. Are you sorry, too, Robin?"

"Yes," she answered, but he wasn't satisfied.

"Great. Then since you're both sorry, we should just forget the whole thing, right?" The girls looked at each other.

"Right. Let's just forget the whole thing," Robin added, adjusting the sheet on her boobs. Mr.

Huston paced a moment, then all hell broke loose. "What's happened to you girls? What's happened to my two twin daughters who were such pleasant girls? I just don't understand it!"

"You don't have to yell so much, Daddy," Janie said, hoping he'd quiet down.

"Did he rape you? Did Billy make you do this?"

"No, Daddy. We… uh… we just got carried away. I mean…"

"Carried away?" Mr. Huston looked down at his muscular body. "Carried away? What if I got carried away?" He stopped with those words, frying to imagine himself getting turned on by his daughters, falling into bed with them and feeling their firm young bodies. The thought excited him, and he could feel his cock harden inside his trunks.

The girls, too, were wondering what would happen if they all got carried away. They wondered what a full-grown man's cock would feel like inside of them, and they were getting excited by the pictures in their minds.

"I'm not going to tell your mother about this. It would shatter her," he said, filling the girls with a sense of shame as they thought about their mother. "We both thought you were still decent girls," he sighed. "I don't know what we're going to do now," he moaned, sitting on the bed. He puffed on his cigarette, his face turning towards his daughters as he thought about the situation.