Daddy's Favorite

“Daddy!” The beautiful voice reverberated throughout the house. It belonged to one of the two female residents of that building. A vivacious blonde-haired beauty

Alongside her twin sister, who was busy setting up the table for all three of them.

“Breakfast is ready!”

“Coming!” Their dad replied.

Hearing the reply, the blonde-haired beauty turned to the stove and started humming to herself. She was a curvaceous girl just like her sister. Both of them boasted small heart-shaped faces that they inherited from their mother, beautiful, silky blonde hair that they wore differently, an hourglass figure, and firm and toned legs that absolutely extended for miles.

The one currently cooking was Kara. The only way to tell the two girls apart was by their hair length. Kara kept her hair long. They came nearly to the top of her hips. Sara was the other twin. She kept her hair shorter, shoulder length, tied in a tight ponytail above her head, exposing her beautiful, slim neck.

Both girls had only recently turned eighteen. They were in their last year of high school. Yet, they had already mastered all the chores around the house. In the absence of their mother, it fell upon them to take care of the house, and they had done so amazingly. For the last decade, as their father had built them a beautiful, comfortable home, they had taken care of all his needs. Ensuring he would not need anyone else in their life.

That is why Jack thought he was a blessed man.

As his footsteps echoed on the short stairs leading from the first floor down to the kitchen, both girls looked up happily, eagerly awaiting their first look at their beloved daddy. They had been attached to their father, some would say unhealthily so, since the death of their mother.

They always clung to him whenever they went, Sara hanging on one elbow and Kara hanging on the other. They always came straight back home from their school, and always were mad if he was even a minute late in getting home.

And that was just what the world knew. No one else but the family knew the girls had shared their daddy’s bed till they were sixteen. They had always slept together since their mother passed away, and Jack never had the heart to tell them to stop doing so.

That is, until they turned sixteen, and his mind turned towards unsavory thoughts no father should have about his stepdaughters.

Yes, they weren’t his real daughters. Barbara, the love of his life, had the twins when he was married. Some deadbeat man who had knocked her up and disappeared. But that didn’t matter to Jack. He had raised them like his own. Post-birth complications meant Barbara could never have any other kids again. But Jack, Kara, and Sara were the only children he had ever needed.

That is why he also spoiled them rotten.

Thought they were good kids. Always taking care of the chores around the house and always finishing their homework in time. Always placing high in exams.

Perhaps that is why he had never had the heart to tell them to go back to their bed.

As he came into the kitchen, both girls rushed towards him, squealing and hugging him tightly, pressing their young, firm bodies against him.

“Good morning, Daddy!” Both of them chorused at the same time, their voices nearly identical, mixing together into a single harmony, pleasing to his ears.

Jack could only gulp as he tried to get himself in order, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight at the close contact with the two beautiful girls, who were beginning to look like their mothers more and more each day.

Jack himself wasn’t a bad-looking guy either. In fact, some would call him ruggedly handsome. His hair was always an unkempt mess of black, and his cheeks always sported a slight stubble. Something that he just couldn’t explain. No matter how many times he shaved, it would just grow back immediately. Though many had said it complemented his square jaw and hazel eyes. He kept himself fit, his broad shoulders enough for each of his daughters to snuggle easily. His stomach was taut and fit, with hints of his abdominal muscles showing through his skin due to his frequent exercises. It was the one way he could distract himself from the loss of his wife and the growing vivaciousness of his twin daughters. His chest was hairy, not overtly so, just enough for a woman to curl her fingers into and play with as they snuggled. At least, that is what Barbara loved to do and what his daughters had started doing. It was one of the reasons why he had firmly put his foot down.

And now he stood there, his arms at his side as his beautiful, fit, and frankly hot twin daughters hugged him. Finally, they separated from him, smiling at him after hearing his grunt in his reply. He could only take a double-take as he took their attire in view.

Kara was wearing jean shorts and a tight white crop top. The top ended just below her breasts, enveloping them in a tight mesh. Her amazing 38DD cup size was beautifully restrained in the small top and the bra she wore. The jean shorts ended just below the swell of her ass, leaving the expanse of her white-toned legs completely bare.

Sara wore a crop top as well. But unlike her sister, it ended in a V-shape upon her midriff, just above her navel. She wore jeans, hanging low on her hips, exposing miles of her creamy skin for others to feast on. The jeans hugged tightly around her hips, accentuating the round bubble butt that both sisters worked hard to maintain.

“Are you wearing that to school?” Jack couldn’t help but ask.

Kara and Sara giggled, the infectious sound spreading through the rest of the empty house. “Of course, Daddy.” Kara answered. “It’s the latest fashion!” Sara continued. “Besides, it’s so miserably hot.” Kara ended.

The two almost always talked like that in front of their daddy.

“Eggs, Daddy?” Kara asked. She was the one doing the cooking today.

“Sure, honey!” Jack replied, not really paying attention.

But he was soon paying attention.

Kara came to the table and bent down to push the eggs onto his plate. The tight shirt she wore pushed her breast up, making an enticing slope that drew Jack’s gaze in. She was close to him, her left breast nearly touching his arm as she slowly unloaded the eggs. He could see small beads of perspiration running between her tight cleavage.

“Oops!” Kara laughed. She put the hot plate down on the table, on a wooden frame, and reached between her breasts to wipe off the breast.

Jack watched, entranced, as her fingers slowly wormed their way into those beautiful globes, the skin parting to reveal the hidden, forbidden flesh underneath. He gulped as she slowly wiped each bead of perspiration.

“Sorry, Daddy. Told you it was hot!”

Jack snapped out of his hypnotic state, his pants uncomfortably hot after the unintended display from his hot teenage daughter.

But the torture wasn’t done yet.

Sara sat down right beside him, her leg touching his own. Fortunately, she was wearing jeans, so he couldn’t feel her skin. But then she placed her hands on his thighs, uncomfortably close to his groin.

“I have missed you, Daddy!” She pouted. “You don’t spend as much time with us anymore!”

What could Jack say to that with his pole at half-mast and her fingers so tantalizingly close to brushing along its edge?

His breath was coming fast as Sara unconsciously started rubbing his thigh, her fingers gliding up and down slowly, the nails scratching his pants enough for him to feel on his skin.

His hips nearly gave an involuntary jerk at the sensation.

It had been some time since he had felt a female touch. More precisely, since Barbara passed away. He had been too busy raising his daughters.

Perhaps too busy the last few days.

He hadn’t had time to relieve himself. Jack thought as two slender arms embraced him from behind. He could feel Kara’s hot, moist breath on his ears and neck as she whispered in his ear.

“How are the eggs, Daddy?”

“They are wonderful.” He managed to croak out.

“Fully cooked, ready to be eaten?” She continued.

“Of course.”

“Ready for you, Daddy?”

“Yes?” Her hot breath was doing wonders on his skin. He could feel the tingling sensation like an electric current passing through his body, joining the sensation from the scratching from his daughter, and ending in his groin.

He shoveled the food down his throat and cleared his plate quickly.

“Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom.” He mumbled and pushed away from the chair.

He nearly sprinted to the bathroom.

He pulled down his pants after unbuckling them, nearly letting out a groan in the process. The cool air finally stimulated his stuffed manhood.

He looked down. The shaft was swollen to a degree he had never seen before. And it was still at half mast, the full cock making an arc as it pointed down. But that wouldn’t be the case for long as he closed his fist around it, his eyes closing in ecstasy.

At first, he thought about his coworkers. The beautiful receptionist with the massive rack who always leaned forward to talk to him. The married woman in the next office had the most beautiful ass he had seen. His boss, who always wore the tightest-fitting dresses to the office, revealing every single one of her curves.

His fist moved slowly up and down the shaft, stopping briefly to caress the tip and the sensitive skin underneath, sending flashes of pleasure throughout his body. The shaft hardened, reaching its full mast.

“Oh fuck!” Jack groaned as he opened his eyes and looked at his manhood. If he thought it was swollen before, it had nothing on how it looked now. The shaft was ramrod straight, the veins looked like wooden carvings etched on his skin, and the warmth he felt was burning his palm. His balls hung heavy below the scrotum. He could almost feel the cum splashing around inside them with each stroke.

But what made him gasp was the tip; it looked obscene. It was nearly triangular in shape, the ends flaring to a disproportionate degree beyond the shaft. The urethra was open and oozing precum already, lubricating his shaft each time his stroke would take his finger over it.

He cupped the head, feeling the warmth on the inside of his palm, letting out low groans as his cock jerked at the visions flowing through his mind.

But it wasn’t enough; he sat down on the toilet, his pants around his ankles. He was leaning back, his shaft standing straight proudly. His fist was moving up and down, each movement sending indescribable sensations throughout his body. At the end of his shaft, he would stop for a second, squeezing it, making his cock jerk. Each movement enhanced the sensitivity on the cock tip, bringing him closer to the edge.

His fantasies turned towards the actresses he had seen on TV, those scantily clad girls running around in small bikinis for resort ads. The girls were young. Their skins looked so smooth, so inviting, and their lips so full. His hands picked up speed, copious amounts of pre-cum lathering the inside of his palm and his shaft, helping make the movement easier.

“Splash, Splash, Splash.” It echoed around the empty toilet.

And then those young girls running around the beaches, the movement delightfully drawing gazes to their bodies, turned into his daughter. Their sloping breasts, their round hips, their flat tummies, their toned thighs, their luscious lips, and their inviting eyes filled his mind.

Jack let out a loud moan, his cock swelling to an unbelievable degree. The cum was churning in his balls.

Almost there. So close. He could feel it travelling through his balls, entering his shaft, his speed picking up, the palm nearly a blur now, coaxing the rapidly building crescendo of cum out of its confines.

“Daddy? Are you ok?”

Jack let out a loud gasp, his hand flying away from his manhood. It gave a few jerks as if it were angry at the sudden loss of simulation.

His breathing was labored, his eyes heavy with lust. But he just couldn’t ignore his daughter.

“Fine, honey. I am coming out.”

Somehow, he pushed his cock inside his pants as he stood up. He splashed his face with water to calm himself and walked out where both Kara and Sara stood, small smiles on their faces.

Their beauty took his breath away. Having been this close to an orgasm, he noticed their bodies even more, the way they pouted, puckering those glossy pink lips, and the way they looked at him, their eyes full of wantonness and need. The way they stood there, slightly leaning forward, thrusting out their chest, highlighting the immense cleavage through their short crop tops.

Jack took a shuddering breath and banished all these thoughts from his mind.

“Ready to go?”

He smiled at them, once again putting on his mask of a good father.