Daughters and Fathers Ch. 10

"Hm-hmm! What we do, at least."

"And the three of them?"

He snickered and asked:

"You really want to know?"

She nodded and fondled his soft cock. It stayed soft, while he told her all the ways he and their daughters had had sex together. She snorted and chuckled during his telling. When he had finished, after another snort, she asked:

"And what you told in the shower, ... all over each other?"

"Hmm? You really want to know?"

"Um-hmm."

"What they had done with Johan."

"What?"

"Don't be shocked; they wanted to taste it."

"Really?!"

"Um-hmm. Oh, we've tasted it a little, when we didn't wash first."

"Hmm! I guess so, ... maybe a little, ... but really tasting it?! ... And you did, too?"

"Um-hmm. Doesn't taste as strange as what you said that you had learned to like."

"Hmm? Strange enough. Not as strange, ... and you all did?"

"Um-hmm. They did, and then I did."

"Right in your mouth?!"

"Like they had."

"Oh!"

"Oh, after we had done everything else, it didn't seem so strange to also do that."

"Hmm?! If you say so."

"You asked."

"Guess I did."

"We don't have to."

"But you think we have tasted it?"

"Me, at least, ... different physiognomy."

"Hmm! Just your little hole."

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm."

She snorted again and remarked:

"I've got to go, ... but not to suggest anything."

He nodded, and she got up and went to the bathroom, using the toilet. He waited a few moments and followed her. They smirked at each other as she wiped, and then he used the toilet.

Eventually they had dinner, just chuckling as they cleaned up. They managed to watch the first TV program after the news, with his arm around her, his hand on her breast, and hers on his cock. Then they went to bed, earlier than usual. When he cuddled up next to her, she hummed softly and aroused his cock, helping it find her pussy under her thigh, and they had a nice, relaxed fuck.

During the following days, they enjoyed more sex than they had since their honeymoon. On Thursday, she called her parents and heard that her brother would also be there on Saturday. They both chuckled with smiles, and he murmured:

"Then enjoy yourself with both of them."

"Thanks. Maybe I should stay till Monday."

"For you Dad?"

"If you don't mind?"

"Why should I?"

"Hm-hmm! And can enjoy yourself - yourselves - too."

"If you don't mind."

"Hmm? ... Hmm! Daughters for fathers."

"And a brother."

"Don't tell them."

He nodded, and they smirked with chuckles. That evening, they shared a bottle of wine, which they seldom did, never on a weekday evening. When he suggested that he could clean up the kitchen the next day, they smirked and started to take off their clothes on the way to their bedroom, where they had oral sex and fucked. They both chuckled at their increased capacity for enjoying themselves, and then really had to go to the bathroom. She stepped in the bathtub with a snort and remarked:

"Maybe I should try that, too."

He joined her with a snort, and reached down in her strong stream, catching a handful and slurping it up. "Really!" she murmured, and then caught a handful of his stream. With raised eyebrows, she tasted it, smirking, and then remarking:

"You were right; less strange than what I've learned to like."

"Um-hmm."

"Oh! Did they really want to taste it? Down, letting you do it in their mouths?"

"Um-hmm."

"And you did, too?"

"Um-hmm. ... You and they taste better, but, ... well, it's raunchy and pretty intimate, but we all wanted to, ... like now, after having done everything else."

"Hmm?! ... Maybe another time."

"Not this weekend?"

"For sure, not. ... You think my brother wants me to do the other to him?"

"Hm-hmm! ... For sure, ... at least, after you start."

"Hmm! I will, but not with Dad."

"Hm-hmm! Maybe Sunday night?"

She grinned, shaking her head, and replied:

"Not yet, ... I don't think."

They chuckled and washed and went back to bed. The alarm clock woke them too late for them to do anything in the morning. Breakfast, kisses with chuckles and smirks, and he had to leave for work. She put fresh sheets on their bed, and packed for her trip. She snorted as she recognized that she was packing her more enticing underwear and then laughed to herself, when she realized that she hadn't included a nightgown. She added one, still snickering, liking that she had assumed that she wouldn't use it.

He returned home, after having dinner in a restaurant, and cleaned up the kitchen, enjoying a couple of beers, while he smirked to himself with thoughts about how she could be spending the evening - also about how their daughters and Lars were spending theirs together, recalling how he had enjoyed the nights and days with the two girls. With another beer, he watched the late movie on TV and went to bed - with many fantasies for his self-satisfaction.

Saturday night, was more of the same, he did his best to enjoy himself again, but then wondered if his wife would call to tell that she was staying with her parents - with her father - Sunday night, then wondering if she didn't - or if she did - whether she or the girls would be as eager as he was to do something Sunday night.

Late Sunday forenoon, she call, telling with a soft chuckle that her brother had left and that her parents had been delighted with her suggestion that she stay another night. When he replied: Enjoy yourselves," she agreed: "And you too," and hung up.

He snorted, wondering if her father had been listening and thought she would have passed on greetings or had said something more affectionate, then thinking that indirectly she had: her "and you too."

He cleaned up around the house a little and then warmed up the meal his wife had prepared for him. He wanted a beer, but decided to save the rest of the bottles to drink with Britta and Maren. He cleaned up the kitchen and waited impatiently for them to return, then sniffed with a scowl, as it occurred to him that after a week with Lars, a young man, his daughters might not want to do anything with him.

Late in the afternoon, they arrived. Through the window, he saw them both give a Lars a good kiss, and he drove off. They entered the house, chuckling and grinning, and each greeted him with a kiss on the mouth, still chuckling, then asking:

"Where's Mom?"

"She called and said that she wanted to stay another night."

"Oh, that's good; I wasn't too eager to answer her questions about how we spent the week."

"Hmm! I can imagine."

"Um-hmm," her sister agreed, then grinning and remarking:

"But we can tell you."

"As if I couldn't imagine how."

"Probably," and she snickered.

"Unpack first."

"And showers," the other one added.

As they went towards their room, the other one called back:

"You can join us."

"Thanks. Maybe I can load the washing machine first."

"Good idea. Hm-hmm! Not much; just as well that Mom isn't here to wonder why."

Readers: hope you are enjoying the family saga. Don't look for Chapter 11 before Oct. 20, 2013.