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.
'Oh!' Cheryl yipped, feeling Ben's finger slosh along her cunt's crack.
'Mmmm!' Jenny groaned as Neal massaged her jugs and frenched her tonsils.
'What's wrong, angels?' their father asked.
He twisted in his chair and looked, but by then the twins were in their bathroom washing up the little bit they needed to for supper.
'Splashed some hot grease on myself, Daddy,' Cheryl said. 'It's okay.'
'Yeah, Daddy, me, too,' Jenny said.
Al that Brad was sure of was that the mood of the house was warm and loving in a new way that was a strange as it was strong. He was wondering about this when Jenny spoke to him. Then he realized he had been staring at his brunette daughter's smooth white tits behind the low neckline of her summer dress.
'Thinking about having some milk or something, Daddy?' she asked. 'Or, there's Coke in the fridge, too. You look like you might be thirsty.'
'Sure, Daddy,' Cheryl added, running her tongue around her lips in an unconsciously sensual way. 'But you can have anything you see at all. And if you don't see it, you can get it just by asking for it.'
'Well, I… I…' Brad started. 'Thanks. I'm fine, though. In fact, I don't think your mother would be doing better.'
'Mmmmmm… Momma has so much more,' Jenny murmured.
'Yes. Momma really puts out,' Cheryl said.
'Maybe,' Brad said, taking everything straight. 'But that's not the same as saying anything would be better.'
'Thank you, Daddy,' Cheryl said. 'We sure want to please you.'
'We sure do,' Jenny echoed.
Ben and Neal looked up once when they heard this double-edged chatter, but were too busy eating to pay much attention to it. Their father was simply trying to understand why his cock got hard under the edge of the table while he did no more than talk to his daughters about the supper. He decided that he got a stiff one up from thinking about his wife and her trained pussy, and that he needed to see her and her furry crotch-pet. But it was only Wednesday, and Ava wouldn't come home until Friday night in spite of his being so horny for her. Then Brad was thinking again about how good Cheryl and Jenny looked.
When he got up from supper, he felt the need of a nap.
'Kids,' he said, 'I'm gonna sack out about an hour. Wake me up at eight if I'm still asleep. I want to watch a couple things on TV.'
'Okay, Daddy,' Cheryl said. 'Jenny and I will clean up the kitchen.'
Ben and Neal disappeared outside again as their sisters started their final chores of the day. The two girls finished the work in about twenty minutes, then sat down on the living room sofa for a breather and a talk.
'Well, Cheryl, do you have a plan to get Daddy hot for your bod?' Jenny asked, slipping a hand between the blonde's thighs and fingering her clit.
Cheryl opened her legs for Jenny's cunt-loving hand, sighing. She slid her own right hand to the brunette's furry crack and rubbed the nub there, too.
'Mmmmm… I'll have to play it by ear with Daddy,' she shivered. 'Aaaaaah! Slip a finger up my hole too, Jen. I like it when I think about him.'
'I guess you'll be playing it by 'cunt', not 'ear',' Jenny giggled, fucking a slim finger in and out of Cheryl's drooling slit as far as the cherry there. 'Is that better, huh? Twiddle me the same way.'
'Uh-huuuuh… better,' the blonde said. 'Yeah I guess I will be playing it by cunt with Daddy. Oooo, you finger good! I'm cumming quick this time!'
'Aaaaaah! Me, too!' Jenny moaned, snuggling closer to Cheryl.
Cheryl thrust her ass forward and jittered tightly, her pussy gushing all over Jenny's skating hand and fingers. Jenny's gorgeous rear did the same jerky flooding-cunted dance against Cheryl's hand. Softening together in a cuddling pile, the loving girls licked each other's pussy-slicked hand clean occasionally trading warm kisses.
'Let's strip down to bare asses and take a little nap ourselves, Jenny,' Cheryl suggested sleepily, sitting straight at last and pulling off her cotton day-dress. 'Just till Daddy gets up.'
'Let's,' Jenny agreed, coming to and getting naked in imitation of her sister.
They got up and walked into Jenny's room, stretching out on the bed there, because that bedroom had only the bathroom between it and their father's room.
'I'll set the alarm clock for eight, Jenny,' Cheryl said then. 'It'll help us make sure to get Dad up like he asked us to. We should hear him from right in here if he gets up first.'
'Yep. Maybe we'll get a little sleep in by then, so do it,' Jenny said.
'There,' Cheryl remarked, pulling down the alarm switch, and then she curled up on her left side with her sister's soft warm front curled closely against her naked back, asleep in a few minutes.
Chapter Nine
Cheryl dreamed, napping with Jenny. After some twenty minutes, the blonde woke up feeling very angry, mostly at Doug Brill, Jenny's boyfriend, because her dreams had been about him. She hated him, so why did she dream about him? In the dreams, Doug spent his time jacking off on her face and fucking her up the ass, always so pushy and disrespectful. But it left her excited. Her hand was on her cunt and her cunt was dribbling around her fingers, in spite of Doug's starring role in the sleeping fantasies. She fell asleep, before, keeping a picture in her mind of her naked father with a large and solid erection, hoping to dream about that, but it didn't work.
Why should Doug's grinning face be in my dreams when I hate him so much? she wondered. God! He thinks
