My Two Daughters

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

Author’s Notes: This story features themes of incest and rape. I didn’t make it very dark and it’s not violent at all. But, if you find these subjects too disturbing, please don’t read it. Also, please don’t downvote simply because of the theme. You have been warned.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

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“Steve Hays?” the City Police Officer behind the counter asked the jailer beside me.

“Yeah,” the jailer replied. “This is him.”

“Well, Steve,” the Police Officer told me, “looks like your ride is here.” He took the large yellow envelope with my name on it and dumped the contents on the table in front of him. He handed me my items one at a time, “Three hundred dollars, wallet, watch, belt, and keys.”

“Thanks,” I said quietly as I took my items. I stuffed them into the pockets of my jeans, even my watch, leaving only my belt in my hand.

The jailer opened the door to the lobby and said, “See you later.”

“Hope not,” I murmured back to him before walking through the doorway to freedom.

“Daddy!” my older daughter, Hannah, shouted as she rose from a chair on the other side of the lobby. Being twenty, a junior in college, five-four with eyes of blue, and straight blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back, she was quite a beauty. As she dashed across the short distance toward me, I marveled at how slim she was, her body accentuated by the skinny jeans and tight pink tanktop covering her little b-cups.

“Babydoll,” I replied with a smile, something I had always called her. When she came into my arms, I hugged her tightly to me. She was such a small little thing. I was only five-eight and one-eighty, but she was so small compared to even me that I easily lifted her off her feet.

My younger daughter, Rachel, approached behind Hannah and asked, concerned, “Are you okay?” Rachel was eighteen and a freshman in college. Slightly taller than her older sister, at five-four, she had green eyes and long wavy red hair, actually more orange, framing her cute freckled face. She wore a knee-length blue summer dress, which wasn’t too tight, giving her big d-cups plenty of room.

“Not really, Sweetheart,” I admitted as I shook my head in negation. I reached out and pulled her in for a group hug. She resisted at first but then put her arms around us.

They were both adults, having grown into fine young women, both in college. They still lived at home with me, so I was sure they had a rude surprise the prior night when I hadn’t come home. The late-night call I had been allowed to make was awkward to say the least.

After the hug, Hannah kissed me firmly on the lips, lingering a moment longer than usual. I attributed that to her concern for me.

Rachel tensely backed up, turning away from me, as she asked, “Can we get the fuck out of here?”

“Language!” I snapped, reflexively.

My youngest daughter’s head whipped around and gave me a look that I recognized from her mother a decade earlier. She was angry. “Don’t go there, Dad.”

Taken aback, I looked down and began running my belt through my beltloops. I did not have the high ground this time. Besides, she was eighteen. I nodded and murmured, “Let’s go home.”

* * *

Hannah drove us back home in silence. I didn’t feel like talking, Hannah was driving, and Rachel was angry. When we got home the sun was just setting, the sky darkening rapidly.

As we went into the house, I told the girls, “I’m going to grab a bite to eat and take a shower.”

“You go take a shower, Daddy,” Hannah told me. “I’ll make you a sandwich.”

I nodded agreement. I wasn’t hungry, but I knew I needed to eat something. Hannah was so sweet to me and I really appreciated it.

Rachel didn’t say a word as she headed for her room. Why she was mad at me, I assumed, was because I had let myself get arrested. Admittedly, the crime I was charged with was quite embarrassing, but I was supporting all three of us and if I had to go to prison it wasn’t going to be pretty.

I took a quick shower, shaved, and brushed my teeth. Pulling on my robe, naked beneath, I breathed a big sigh. I felt like myself for the first time in the last twenty-four hours.

As I walked into the living room, I heard my daughters arguing. The only thing I could make out was the last thing that Rachel told her sister. “Fine, we’ll try it your way first.”

I didn’t know what they were discussing, and I was too tired to worry about it. I grabbed the TV remote and sat down on the couch.

“Daddy, we need to talk,” Hannah said as she came over and sat on the couch to my left.

I put the remote down. I knew we needed to talk, I just didn’t want to. So, with a sigh, I nodded, and said, “Okay, let’s have it.”

Rachel walked over and stood in front of me. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and asked, “Did you do it?”

I could have lied, but I didn’t. “Yeah,” I said with a nod.

“Seriously?” adalar escort Rachel pressed angrily. “Soliciting prostitution from an undercover cop?”

Again, I nodded.

Hannah interjected calmly before Rachel could say anything else, “Daddy, we know Mom’s been dead for five years and you haven’t been dating.” Then, putting her right hand on my arm, she continued, “But, if you were so horny, why didn’t you ask us to help you out?”

“What? Set me up with one of your friends?” I asked incredulously. What young college girl would want to fuck around with a forty-two-year-old dad? Yes, I made good money, had a thick eight-inch dick, and kept myself in pretty good shape, but girls that young aren’t looking for the likes of me.

Hannah, putting her left hand on my robe-covered leg, said, “I don’t know what we could have done. You didn’t give us a chance. We love you, Daddy.”

“I know you do, Babydoll,” I assured her, my left hand patting her on her thigh. I really doubted they could have helped me at all, but I did know they loved me.

“My door is just down the hall,” Hannah told me. “You could have at least asked me.”

“To set me up?” I asked, unsure what she was getting at. What else could she have done than set me up with a girl that would have no interest in me?

Hannah glanced at Rachel and then said to me, “”Yeah. Or you could have asked if we’d be willing to help you out ourselves.”

My eyes grew wide in surprise with that.

Impatiently, Rachel added, “Why would you look for pussy on the street when you have two living with you?”

Hannah gave her a cross look for interjecting.

My daughters were beautiful but there was no way I was doing that. I shook my head with a chuckle and said, “They’d put me under the jail if I did that.”

Hannah looked at me like I was stupid. She shook her head and said, “”Daddy, we love you. We’d never report you to the police for asking us a question.”

“It’s a crime,” I told them, trying to make them understand what they were talking about.

Rachel stomped her foot and declared, “Soliciting prostitution is too. And your daughters aren’t undercover cops!”

“Rachel!” Hannah scolded.

“I know, but you’re my daughters,” I told them emphatically. “I’d never take advantage of you like that.”

Hannah slid her hand up my thigh as she asked, “Even if I said it was okay and that I wanted you?”

I grabbed her wrist before she reached my crotch, looked her in the eyes, and said, “Don’t even think like that, Babydoll. This is my problem, not yours.” They were so sweet to want to help me stay out of trouble that they were willing to do things with me that they shouldn’t even be thinking about.

Rachel told Hannah, “Told you so,” before turning and storming out of the room.

Hannah stood up, pulling free of me, sighed, nodded, and said, “Okay, well, we’re glad you’re back home and that you didn’t get hurt or catch something from some whore.” She was a bit miffed at me now too. Then she softened, smiled a sad smile at me, and said, “I’ll go make you a sandwich.”

I smiled back at her. My daughters were very sweet. I was so thankful that I had them living with me, especially during those last five years since their mother died in a traffic accident on her way to work.

The fact that they were willing to do something sexual with me to prevent me from having to pick up a hooker astounded me. I felt so loved that they would offer, but I had no intention of ever doing anything like that with either of them.

I was too tired to think more about much of anything, so I turned the TV on. I cued up a recording of a show I couldn’t watch the prior night. I paused it and waited for Hannah to return, in case she wanted to watch it with me.

“I’m so tired,” I told Hannah when she returned with a saucer containing a sandwich she had just made and a bottle of Dr Pepper.

“You didn’t get a lot of sleep in jail?” she asked.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m starting to get a caffeine headache too, so I need this. Do you want to watch our show from last night?”

“Sure,” she said with a shrug as she glanced at the TV.

“Rachel?” I asked.

“I think she might be a little mad right now. Don’t you?” she asked as she sat down on the couch beside me.

“I guess so,” I said, as I reclined my seat.

“We’ll save it so she can watch it later,” Hannah suggested as she too reclined her seat beside me, her shoulder brushing mine. She kicked off her shoes.

I pressed play and we watched. I ate my sandwich and drank the Dr Pepper.

After a while, Hannah leaned on my shoulder.

I debated whether to put my arm around her after the conversation we had. Realizing that I didn’t want to become more distant to Hannah just because she was willing to help me, I did it. I put my arm around her, resting my hand on her hip, like usual.

She snuggled against me. Maybe things could get back to normal after all.

After anadolu yakası escort the show was over, I found that I was quite sleepy. So, I handed her the remote and told her to watch whatever she wanted to. It wasn’t long before I was fast asleep.

* * *

I woke slowly, as tired as I had been. I didn’t know how much time had passed but it couldn’t have been more than a couple of hours.

The TV still blared, I was still reclined on my couch, lying on my back, and I still had my left arm around Hannah, though my hand was stretched out instead of resting on her hip. So, it seemed, not much had changed.

I realized that what had roused me was the feel of cool air on my balls. Either a breeze had blown under my robe or it was opened.

My first priority was to not disturb Hannah. If my robe had accidentally opened in my sleep, waking her would only draw her attention to it unnecessarily.

The main living room light was still on, so it was bright. I opened my eyes slowly, squinting, and looked down.

Sure enough, my robe was opened, my half-hard cock completely exposed.

As my eyes grew wide in surprise and I fully woke, I realized that Rachel knelt on the carpet to the right of me, wearing just her silky green bra and panties. She was staring right at my crotch, her blue eyes wide and sparkling.

My cock twitched as lust swelled in me unbidden. It had been a very long time since a woman, any woman, had seen my cock.

Rachels freckled face lit up when she saw that, then she glanced up at my face, looking into my eyes. She smiled.

I needed to close my robe. My left arm was around Hannah, but my right was hanging down off the side of the couch. So, I reached my right hand to grab my robe, but I was unable to.

There was some sort of band around my wrist and when I moved my arm, nothing happened. Moving my left hand also resulted in the tightening of a band around my left wrist.

My hands were tied down and I couldn’t close my robe.

As I watched on with horror, Hannah, only the blonde top of her head visible to me, caressed her hand up my thigh and cupped my balls in her warm palm.

When I tried to lift my legs or roll away, I couldn’t. My feet were as tied securely as my hands.

“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded, trying to ignore the feel of my older daughter’s hand on my balls as my younger daughter looked on.

Rachel didn’t miss a beat as she turned off the TV and replied firmly, “What we should have been doing all along, Daddy.”

Surprised at my reaction, Hannah lifted her head, turned, and looked at me. At the same time, her hand, maybe involuntarily or maybe deliberately, slid from my balls to my cock, her thin fingers wrapping around my hardening shaft.

“Let go of me,” I ordered her, cursing myself for getting hard for my daughter. My cock pulsed with life. It was completely involuntary; I hadn’t been touched by anyone else in years.

Her hand slowly began stroking up and down my swelling cock. A slow smile spread over Hannah’s face as she felt me growing in her fist. She shook her head in negation as she softly said, “No, sir.”

“This is not funny,” I said firmly.

“No, it’s not,” Rachel replied just as firmly, angrily. “Picking you up from jail was not funny at all.”

Hannah licked her lips, turned her face down, and unceremoniously sucked the head of my cock between her lips.

Pleasure jolted me. It was something I had not felt in years; the feeling of a woman sucking my cock. I groaned and then said, as commandingly as I could, “Stop that, Hannah!”

Rachel sighed and asked, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Daddy? You have a woman with your dick in her mouth and you want her to stop? Is she biting you?”

“No, but-” I began as I felt Hannah’s lips drop lower, slowly sucking the rest of my cock into her mouth.

“But nothing!” Rachel replied, shouting in anger and frustration. “I don’t know about Hannah but, my boyfriend broke up with me three months ago. I lay in my bed every night, horny as shit, and instead of fucking me you’re going to go looking for some street-walking skank to give you a blowjob?”

Hannah’s warm wet mouth slowly bobbed up and down on my sensitive dick, sending the thrills through my body that I had been looking for the prior night as I drove around looking for a hooker.

Mustering what coherence I could, I said, “That would have been incest. This is incest. This is also rape, Hannah. Right now, you are raping me. Those are crimes.”

“Just like picking up a hooker is a crime, Daddy? Are you going to call the cops on us?” Rachel challenged.

Hannah lifted off my rod and looked at me, her small fist at the base of my shaft, holding my dick up for me to see as if I never have before. I expected her to deny that she was raping me but, to my surprise, she said, “Daddy, look at that. Your cock is amazing. Look how big… and thick… and beautiful it is.”

Rachel nodded, her eyes wide.

I ataköy escort was speechless as I looked at my hard cock, slick with my daughter’s saliva, pulse and sway beside her smiling face. A feeling of pride welled up in me, regardless of the situation. The women I loved more than any on this earth, thought my cock was beautiful. I couldn’t help but feel proud.

Looking at Rachel, I said, “Of course I’m not going to call the cops on you. Look, solicitation can get me six months but incest can get you and me both thirty years in this state. If anyone found out-“

Hannah interjected and asked, “How do you know how much time incest can get you? Have you looked it up before?”

“What? No,” I lied.

Rachel smiled, her face softening for the first time in hours. She asked, “Oh? What’s the maximum sentence for rape?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, not seeing how it mattered until after I had said it.

Hannah smiled triumphantly at Rachel. Then she dropped her head and resumed sucking my throbbing cock.

As the pleasure coursed through my body, Rachel unhooked her bra as she asked me, “So you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”

Groaning in pleasure I admitted, “Yes, okay, I thought about it.”

“When?” she asked as she let her bra hit the floor and began taking off her panties. “Why didn’t you do anything about it?”

Hannah’s mouth was sending my lust higher and higher.

Gazing at my redheaded daughter’s big pale breasts, all firm and perky with her youth, I moaned to Hannah, “Babydoll, stop that! Stop sucking Daddy’s cock, okay?”

“When?” Rachel demanded, as I looked down at her shaved pussy, the slit visible and the pale skin already turned red with excitement.

“Okay, okay,” I conceded. “Shit! It was a couple years ago. Your mother had been dead a while, Hannah was about to turn eighteen and I thought about it. Alright?”

Rachel moved her face in close to mine, her wavy red hair falling about her face as she looked down at me. “Why didn’t you fuck us?”

“Because incest is thirty years in prison, Rachel. I can’t do that kind of time,” I told her, clamping down hard on my Kegel muscles to hold myself back from coming into Hannah’s mouth. Damn she was a good little cocksucker.

“Look,” Rachel began, lightly kissing me on the lips, “Daddy. Nobody is going to find out about this unless you tell someone.” She kissed me again and added, “Yes, we are raping you, Daddy. We are going to fuck you and there’s nothing you can do about it.” She kissed me hard then, her tongue trying to enter my mouth.

I held my lips closed and turned my head, the only sort of resistance I could offer.

She grabbed my head in her hands and turned me to face her. She was surprisingly strong, her gymnastics training for cheerleading had made her unusually strong. She hissed at me angrily, “If you tell anyone that we raped you, then we’ll tell them that you raped us. Who do think they would believe? The dirty old man living alone with two grown daughters and a charge of solicitation on his record? Or the two innocent little college girls? Hmm?”

She was, of course, completely correct. Who would ever believe this? Still, I loved my daughters and knew I would never turn them in to the police. Not for this. It would destroy everything I had built and, probably, land me in prison for the rest of my life. There was no way I would last very long in prison. Oh god, I thought, I wouldn’t last a week if the other inmates thought I had raped my daughters.

As if watching the wheels turn in my head, Rachel smiled, and kissed me. Hannah’s mouth on my dick and Rachel’s threat really softened my resolve. It had gone too far to turn back now, not that I had any control at that moment. So, reluctantly, I opened my mouth.

When Rachel’s tongue, minty and delicious, entered my mouth and probed inside, I moaned with pleasure. Hannah’s mouth was working up and down faster and faster on my prick and, having released my resolve to resist a bit in that moment, she pushed me over the edge. My balls and thighs tingled a moment before the pleasure of release exploded in my brain.

Hannah squeaked in surprise as I blasted my cream into her sucking mouth. She didn’t release my cock but instead stroked my cum out, milking me into her mouth with her little fist. Wad after wad of cum raced up my cock and blasted out as I emptied my balls into my older daughter’s waiting mouth.

Though I couldn’t see Hannah, letting Rachel passionately kiss me instead, the fact that I didn’t feel any extra wetness on my lap led me to think that she hadn’t let any of my jism escape. Then, when she rose up and, breathing heavy, told Rachel, “Daddy just came in my mouth,” I knew that she had swallowed it.

I found the lewd thought, and fact, of my warm cum pooling in the stomach of my oldest daughter to be the most wrong, and hottest, thing that had ever happened. I moaned passionately up into Rachel’s mouth again.

Rachel broke the kiss and looked at her sister. “Already?”

I groaned and, gaining my wits about me a bit more, I leapt on the chance to tell her, commandingly, “Yes. I came. You succeeded. Now untie me!”

Ignoring me, Rachel told Hannah, “I’m sure you can get him hard again. This has been a long-time-coming, no pun intended, and I’m sure he needs more than that.”

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