I have twin daughters, Amie and Jenna, who turn 18 today. They are fraternal, not identical, so Amie looks like a female version of me, with dark hair, brown eyes, and fair skin. Her sister resembles a younger version of her mother, with auburn hair and blue eyes. My wife had such severe postpartum depression that she committed suicide before anyone could intervene. I kicked myself for not realizing the severity of her illness, but I had two 6-month-old baby girls to take care of, so I had to mourn and look to their future. Thankfully I was able to do my trading business from home and had a couple of employees to handle the grunt work. That left me time to focus on raising my daughters well and the only time I hired a nanny was when I needed sexual release. She would watch the girls while I went and had casual sex with random women I picked up. For the last 17 years, I have watched my twins grow up through all the stages of childhood until they started high school. I didn’t see them as often then because they had several after-school activities – Amie did gymnastics and played violin while Jenna was on the swim team and chess club – and I worked longer hours to pay for their lifestyle choices. The girls have always appreciated what I do for them, and they love their Daddy. One night though the twins came home at the same time, and it was a shock because almost overnight it seemed they had blossomed into nearly adult women. Amie was wearing a crop top and short shorts, and they hugged her curves nicely. Jenna had on a summer dress that barely went to mid-thigh and her bodice was low-cut. I had given them an allowance for buying clothes and never told them what they could or could not buy. A dangerous decision, because of how they presented themselves now I was feeling something I had never felt in their presence before: lust. As I watched them walk up the stairs holding hands it was like falling in love at first sight as I had for their mother, except now it was for two individuals who happened to be my biological daughters aged 17.5 years. I shook my head as if in a dream, an unbelievably sexy dream, the kind where I would have woken up with boxers full of jizz. This was insane; I had to find a way to deal with this without hurting my girls. So, I turned away in desperation and said, “Goodnight girls, I’m going out, you have the house to yourself.” I heard them whimper, “Daddy, don’t go.” as the door shut but I had to get out of there. I couldn’t get visions of them out of my head as I drove to the red-light district, got a high-class prostitute, and spent an hour banging her in a hotel room. I felt filthy not because I was fucking a rented pussy but because the whole time, I was imagining taking turns ravaging my sweet twins. I was so horny I filled two condoms inside that whore, who was nothing more than a piece of meat, so I didn’t do anything deliciously sinful to my girls. Even after I was done and lay there on the bed exhausted as the hooker walked out of the room, I still could see Amie and Jenna’a adoring and adorable faces hovering in my mind's eye. In my fantasy, they still loved me after I thoroughly spoiled them for other men by owning their delectable bodies in every depraved way. I hoped I had gotten this out-of-the-blue feeling out of my system and my twins and I could go back to our normal life. Never have I been so mistaken, because when I got back to the house late that night, everything spiraled into deeper insanity of hedonism and sin.
Home again.
I tried to sneak back into my house in the early hours of the morning, thinking my girls would be asleep for some time. I had to walk by their bedroom door to reach mine, and instead of silence I heard moans, giggles, and sighs. For a second, I was angry and assumed one of the girls had snuck a boy into my house while I was gone, and she was being pleasured by him. My mind did not reach the question of where my other daughter would be in such a scenario as my emotions were too deep at that moment. So, I broke my usual rule of respecting the twins' privacy and knocked on their door. Of a sudden the noises stopped, and I heard Amie gasp, “Daddy, is that you?”
I decided not to answer with words but to let her see my face and pushed the door open. What I saw in that bedroom was something beyond all expectations and shut off my capacity for reason or moral judgment, leaving only a lustful animal. Amie was seated on the bed with her perfect legs spread wide, while Jenna had her auburn head buried in her sister’s crotch. She looked up from tongue-fucking her twin's pussy so they could both see who had barged into their carnal, intimate moment. Jenna had her ass and weeping pussy towards me. If I had been wearing no pants it would have been evident to the girls’ wide, doe eyes how my cock reared to life instantly, which should have been impossible given how I had vented my ball sack in a whore-cunt and then drank in a bar for an hour before catching a cab home. As it was, being confined only caused intense pain to my member as it tried to punch a hole in the jeans fabric. That twinge brought me back to coherence enough to stutter, “What are you two doing?”
Amie decided to answer first, as Jenna’s only move was to go back to licking her sister’s clit, “Only what we have been doing since we turned 13, Daddy. We have loved each other since we were born, and never competed on anything except giving the most pleasure since lust was added to our relationship when our hormones kicked in.”
Despite the fact I should not have been staring at the naked women my daughters had grown into, all I could do was blurt out, “So you are lesbians?”
Jenna lifted her head and chuckled gently, “We have not liked any other girls, Daddy, and why do you have to put labels on love? Besides, we also have a man we both like.”
I was stupid because of how much blood had run to my genitals, leaving little left in my brain so that I only stuttered, “W-who is th-that? Sorry, I’m kinda drunk.”
Amie answered, “Not so drunk that you can’t get aroused by the sight of your naked daughters, who also happen to love you too. Seriously, Daddy, we have been crushing on you since puberty, and didn’t want to waste time with any boys who could not measure up to the standard set by you.”
I managed to get a thought out between my thumping heartbeats that were surging southward, “But this is wrong, girls. You shouldn’t be having sex or thinking about sex with me. It's incest, and I should make you both go and be normal; go date men your age.”
Jenna was now getting fingered by her sister, so it was clear they were going to ignore my words. “Daddy, it’s not wrong, it's beautiful. You agree too, at least your body does. What society says are rules that are supposed to guard against abuse of power relationships and inbreeding. But you see, we are 17, almost of the legal age to do everything adults are allowed to do. If you were to do anything with us right now, it would be ok because we are not immature, and we love you. Don’t you think you could love us as women as well as daughters?”
At that moment, Amie was getting her asshole rimmed by her sister's tongue. That did it, if I didn’t do something for release, I’d have a heart attack or go crazy. So, I unzipped my jeans wordlessly, hauled out my iron bar of a cock with a grunt, and staggered two steps until I was right above where my daughters were unashamedly locked in sixty-nine while watching my approach. Their eyes showed they couldn’t wait to see what I would do. I was too on fire to think so I just grabbed my member in both hands as though to keep it from jumping off my body to ravaging the two angels lying on the bed a few feet from where I stood in shaky legs. I twisted and jerked violently and while it should have hurt, the fact I was gazing at my girls, and they were watching my action made it exquisite. It took seconds before a fountain of the impossible volume of semen erupted from my cockeye and six fierce splashes of cum landed on both girls' – no woman’s- bodies. They squealed in delight and inflamed lust as they also climaxed from the touch of my seed hot on their skin. Then as they wound down the twins proceeded to lick my ejaculation from each other, swallowing whatever they could capture as though it were ambrosia.
My mad hunger was temporarily sated, and I began to regain my presence of mind, starting to think logically. I spoke my plan as it formed, “So, you two, there are going to be some changes in our lives. I am going on a trip. I’ll be moving my business out to a rural area in some western state. I’ll also be selling this house and buying one out there. This process shall be going on while you both graduate high school in a few months. Then, on the day you both turn 18, you will make the trip to join me in our new home. There where nobody knows us, we shall celebrate the day of your joint majority. You will be my women, and I’ll be your only man. You will keep following your passions, hobbies, sports, and intellectual pursuits when I’m working and making a living for us. When I get home from work every day, you will be just as you want to be, my completely owned love slaves and concubines. You will both be prescribed birth control implants and we will stay just the three of us while I yet live. If in the time between now and then, you change your minds, come to your senses, and decide to live a traditional life by getting married and having kids with men your age, then you can do that. If that’s the case you will tell me by any kind of written or voice message, and I will immediately write my last will and testament, sell all of my business interests to put into an inheritance for you both to share, and go live in a cave somewhere as a hermit. I can accept that, but I can’t accept seeing you both again unless you choose to stay with me forever, not since what I just witnessed about you and myself.”
With that I turned around and went to my room to pass out, completely exhausted and strangely content. I had a good guess which choice my daughters would pick, as they had plainly left the ideals of modern marriage behind. Instead, they would opt for the ancient ways of mankind, before civilization, when females were the property of their fathers until which point he consented to sell them to another man. But I would never trade the twins for anything in the world, as they are the Light of my life. Soon I shall make them mine in the flesh and I think that will fulfill us all with lifelong happiness.