"Who?" Cheryl asked.
"Daddy," Jenny said.
"Oh, I couldn't let Daddy fuck me!" Cheryl said.
"You've been fuckin' your brothers, haven't you?" Jenny countered.
"Yes, but…"
"And Daddy's a dreamboat, isn't he?"
"Yes, but…"
"And he must give great cock, as happy as Mom always looks."
"Yes, but…"
"And you'd love him to fuck you, wouldn't you?" Jenny said at last.
"Yes…" Cheryl admitted very softly.
"Well, then, it's settled. Just watch for the right time. Before Mom comes home on Friday," Jenny told her. "Now, eat me!"
Cheryl ate Jenny's cunt eagerly, thinking about her own handsome father coring out her virgin pussy for other cocks to use someday. Excited, she slobbered hungrily into her sister's gash, Jenny licking her right back. They both soon came, then talked about how to use their brothers in bed that night.
It turned out to be a good sex-time when the twins came home to Cheryl and Jenny, slower and less frantic, because the new was worn off for them all. The two sisters and their two brothers kissed, screwed and sucked back and forth in ecstasy. There was much fucking, if only up her tender ass for Cheryl, and many cums all around. After a night's rest, the foursome did more of the same through a lazy morning and a late breakfast.
Cheryl began cooking supper at three in the afternoon with Jenny's help. They expected their dad between four and five. Always happy when their adored father was to be home, there was something new in their happiness this time. They felt very sexy in their delight.
"My cunt's so hot and wet, Jenny!" Cheryl said soon. "I can hardly wait to try and steam Daddy up for by bod enough to fuck me! Do you think I can?"
"Hon, you just don't know how beautiful you are. You could get a wooden Indian horny enough to cock you, and Daddy is no wooden Indian," Jenny giggled.
"Well, Mom never bothers Daddy with anything till after supper. She says he's easier to handle with a meal in his belly," the blonde said.
"Yeah. We'll get a meal in his belly, then you can see if he'll put something in your belly! Mine, too, I hope. After all, I have a cunt almost as shaggy as yours, and just as wet and hot. It's used to being fed regular, besides," Jenny came back.
"Jenny! You always make everything sound so filthy! But you're exactly right for once," Cheryl blushed. "I hope it comes out okay, that's all."
"It'll cum out just fine," Jenny laughed. "Daddy's very understanding."
"I know," Cheryl agreed. "Now, let's be extra careful with all this food. I want it perfect for Daddy to eat and get to feeling mellow."
"Right," Jenny said. "Ben and Neal should be in about the same time as our luscious Dad."
Cheryl checked through the pots and pans of cooking vegetables and meat, smiling over the good timing she'd been able to keep with them. Then, after helping Jenny set the table for five, she waited, keeping an eye on the stove.
Chapter Eight
Cheryl couldn't have been happier. Her father arrived at the best possible time to eat the food she'd prepared. She saw he was in fine spirits, too, even after his long drive.
Brad thought that no king could have it better. He was back in the place he loved best on a pleasantly sunny day in June, standing in front of a well-set table when he was ravenously hungry. Besides, two lovely daughters pressed their warm, lightly clad bodies up to him with kisses of hello, snuggling against him so affectionately it made him feel truly alive.
"Sit down, Daddy," Cheryl said. "When we have the last few things on the table for you, we can eat."
"Wonderful, honey," Brad said. "Just let me wash my hands."
After a short wash up in the bathroom, Brad took his usual place at the head of the table, waiting for Cheryl and Jenny to finish their stirrings at the stove a few feet behind his chair. Then Ben and Neal hurried in.
"Hi, Dad," Neal called out. "Glad you're home!"
"Yeah, Pop. It's great," Ben said.
"Hi, guys," Brad responded. "You're both looking good."
Cheryl was glad her father's back was to the stove when the twin boys stopped behind him for a teasing grab and feel of her body and Jenny's as they worked there. Ben stuck a hand up under her short dress, sure of finding no panties there, and he was right. She felt the middle finger of the hand slide along her oily blonde slit and give it a few thrilling flips as Ben rubbed his palm over her hot mound. He finished this intimate goosing with a good yank on her longest golden pussy-hairs, using less than three seconds in all.
She noticed that Neal wasn't quite as personal with Jenny. He simply pushed himself in front of the brunette, grabbed both her rounded tits through the blouse of her thin day-frock and squeezed them as he deep-kissed her mouth.