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This work of fiction is part of a series. If you did not already read the preceding episodes, please do that before starting this one. All of the chapters in this story have been submitted to Literotica. Generally, they release one each day.
There is NO incest in this story. However, a daughter sees her father naked and – for multiple brief moments – watches him having sex with her friends. If this is going to create problems for you, please try one of my other stories.
Random movie quote: “No, no. Psychopaths kill for no reason. I kill for *money*. It’s a *job*. That didn’t come out right.”
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~~~ Sunday ~~~
We spent the day decorating the house for Christmas. Sara had warned us that the girls would all be back – at some point during the holiday break – to spend time with us again. Since the appointment with the sonographer was the week before the holiday, she was certain that most of them planned to join us then. They were all dying to get their first glimpse at the babies growing within Lauren and Meghan’s wombs. That would also let the group reconvene without interrupting plans with families.
We hung the wreathes, set up more Christmas trees than I even knew we owned, and then we tested out the mistletoe to make sure that it was still working correctly. After watching me with her daughter, April laughed that it might be getting stronger over time. I caught our resident maternal figure under it once and kissed her neck as she giggled and shoved me away. I told her that I needed a kiss on the lips to truly break the curse. She finally relented and it felt like our very first kiss as she gently pressed her supple lips to mine and looked into my eyes.
“Alright!” she gasped, giggling, pushing me away again. “I’ve submitted to you, let me go.”
“You’re submitting to me?” I asked, grinning wickedly.
“You’re impossible,” she said, laughing.
“No,” I said, “merely improbable!”
She shook her head at me, laughing, and returned to whatever she was doing before I interrupted her.
I caught Sara next. I held her in my arms and gave her a sweet peck.
“I love you, daddy,” she said.
“I love you, pumpkin,” I replied. “You know you don’t have to do all of this today?”
“Oh, yes, I do,” she countered. “You’ll get us tangled up in something else and I’ll never have it done if I don’t.”
I released her and stepped back, dramatically feigning innocence and great offense at her words. She giggled and hurried off to her next task. Seeing me standing idle, she yelled out two things for me to do – both requiring the step-ladder. I growled and headed off to the garage to retrieve it.
At bedtime, the girls flipped a coin. Lauren got heads.
My hot little wife rode my tongue as my libidinous mistress rode my cock. We all orgasmed one after the other (with me losing control first) and then tumbled together onto the mattress, turned out the light, and fell asleep.
~~~ Week 12 – T-28 ~~~
I spent the week installing home heating systems.
April, as it turned out, had some minor experience doing landscaping. She pruned the trees around the house, trimmed the shrubs, and started cleaning out some flowerbeds that weren’t looking good anymore. After seeing some of her work, I authorized her to spend whatever she needed to upgrade the look of our home. She insisted that she was spending her money – some of the proceeds from the sale of the house – because she wasn’t really contributing to the general finances. I started to argue but she turned Sara against me and I was overruled.
Carla stopped by on Saturday for a quick fuck and then she headed home. She said the electrician that she was apprenticing under was already worrying about what he was going to do when she finished the program. He was taking twice as many jobs as normal and Carla was being rewarded with bonuses to keep her motivated and happy. She told me that she was saving up to buy a house of her own.
Sara, Lauren, and Meghan were wrapping up the classroom portion of their training. Lauren and Sara would be able to come work for me in another month. Meghan would need to find an apprenticeship with a plumber. I knew one or two and was already putting out feelers for who might be able to take on a fledgling in the trade.
~~~ Week 13 – T-27 ~~~
You would think that things would slow down between Thanksgiving and Christmas but – if anything – it seemed to get busier. When I wasn’t busy with my own work, I had friends calling me in for help with theirs. One of those was a plumber. I dragged Meghan along with me and introduced the two of them.
The normally-naughty little minx did well. She jumped in with him and me as we struggled to clear a septic line. She had as much fecal matter on her coveralls as either of us did. By the end of the day, she had locked in her apprenticeship. When he found out that she was pregnant and that he would lose her for a few weeks in the summer, he was eager to get her started right away. We shifted her studies to the evenings and she started spending her mornings and afternoons Sahabet helping him.
I checked back in with him at the end of the week – worried about how she’d do after a day or two – but he was still super-pleased with her. He was back to giving her simpler assignments – more in-line with her skill level – but she’d proven herself under fire and he was happy with how she was progressing with the day-to-day stuff. I told him that I probably owed him a couple emergency calls but he just laughed and said that he wasn’t planning to have to dig up any more septic lines before Christmas.
April had finished the landscaping and had started residing the house. The first couple days, I had to look twice at the house number when I got home – to make sure that I had the right place. I snuck up behind her as she examined her work and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck.
“Mr. Moore,” she growled.
“Yes, Mrs. Hill?” I replied.
“I’ll thank you to remove your lecherous hands from my body – especially the one that’s alarmingly close to my right breast,” she snarled.
When I turned her around, she was smirking.
“You’re doing a fabulous job and …”
“… and what?” she asked, grinning.
“… and you’re sexy as fuck,” I said, giving her a wink.
“I’m busy working, faithless husband of my daughter, go poke your dick into somebody else,” she growled, turning back to her task.
“As you wish …,” I called out, as I headed into the house.
Meghan met me at the door and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a long, naughty kiss. I wrinkled my nose and pulled back from her.
“You smell like shit,” I complained.
“Shower together?” she asked.
I shook my head at her, grinning, and said, “Fine.”
As we scrubbed each other, she told me how her day had gone. She and the boss had tackled another septic line – not quite as bad as the one I’d helped with – but still – well – there’s no such thing as a “good” septic job.
“You doing okay?” I asked her.
“Better than okay,” she said.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She leaned forward and whispered, “I got a raise.”
“Good job, Sugartits!” I exclaimed.
She dropped to her knees, took my cock down her throat, and swallowed around my aching prick again and again. I gripped her head in my palms and moaned as she sucked the semen directly from my testicles. I was spewing my load into her stomach in less than a minute.
“What was that for?” I asked, holding her to my naked body as I recovered.
“Just because,” she giggled.
“Well, you can ‘just because’ suck me off anytime you want,” I said, laughing.
“Promise?” she asked, smirking at me.
“Yes,” I said, “well … assuming one of the others isn’t waiting for a load from me – cuz you just drained away everything – and probably ruined me for tonight.”
“It’s my night. We can just cuddle – AFTER you eat me out,” she replied, grinning wickedly.
“Fair,” I said.
She giggled, leaned up on her tip-toes, kissed me hard, and then we turned off the water and got ready for dinner.
~~~ Week 14 – T-26 ~~~
As Sara had suggested might happen, all of my lovers showed up to go with us to the girls’ sonogram appointment.
The bottle-blonde sonographer stepped into the room and froze in her tracks.
“There are too many of you in here,” she said.
“Please, Aunt Lori,” Rose said, “can we all stay – for both appointments? They’re my – our – friends.”
“Rosie?” the med-tech called out.
“Hey,” the brunette said, stepping forward to give her aunt a hug.
They held each other for a quick second and then she stepped back.
“We’ll stay in the corner,” Rose promised. “We just want to watch you work – and be able to see the monitor.”
The medic looked at me and then her niece.
“He’s the father of both,” Rose told her. “We had a DILF party. Tied him to the bed and we all took turns fucking him.”
“You too?” she asked her.
Rose nodded and said, “I’ve wanted his cock forever. I’d like to have his baby too but he’s told me to look for someone my own age.”
The woman looked at me and said, “Good advice – especially if he’s this virile.”
“He’s a terrific fuck, Aunt Lori,” she said. “I’m still crushing on him and I’ve lost track of how many times he’s cum inside of me.”
“Even when he’s knocked up two of your friends?” she asked.
“He’s a gentle, giving lover,” Rose told her. “It was perfect the first time and it’s been perfect every time since.”
Erin laughed and said, “You fucked him at a strip club.”
Rose’s aunt’s eyes widened and she looked from Erin to her niece.
“It was hot as hell,” Rose told her. “I came SO hard!”
“Who are you and what have you done with my sweet little Rose?” she asked, smirking.
“Can we stay, Aunt Lori …?” Rose pleaded.
“Ah, there’s the little brat I know and love,” she said, grinning. “Alright, alright! Just stay the hell out of my way.”
Lauren was lying on the examination table. I was holding her hand. Sara and April were Sahabet Giriş behind me. Rose’s aunt stepped up beside me and looked me over.
“Am I safe being this close to you?” she asked, smirking.
I looked up and down her body, grinned, and said, “For the moment, at least.”
She shook her head – but smiled – and then started telling Lauren what was going to happen. She smeared the jelly on her baby-bump (which was now growing more obvious) and ran the wand around on her stomach.
“Looking good,” she said, snapping a picture of the growing baby. “Heartrate is good. We’ll look at the head first – then fingers and toes – and then – do you want to try to find out whether it’s a boy or girl?”
“Yes, please,” Lauren said.
“You’re doing good, honey,” Lori told her. “Let’s see what we can find out.”
“Is that number the baby’s heartrate?” I asked, pointing.
“Yes,” she said.
“And that’s at the high end, right?” I asked.
“So maybe a girl?” Sara inquired.
The woman looked over my shoulder, at my daughter.
“I’m his first,” Sara said.
She looked at April.
“I’m Lauren’s mom. Sara’s mom passed away.”
The medic nodded and looked back at me.
“Heartrate is often higher for females, yes,” she said. “We’ll just have to see. According to the official studies, there is no correlation.”
“Ah, thank you,” I said.
She winked at me and whispered, “… but – in my experience – it’s right more often than their silly statistics suggest.”
I grinned at her and nodded.
“Ten fingers and … uh … eleven toes …”
“What?!” Lauren gasped.
“Just kidding,” she said, grinning at the brunette, pushing the button on the machine to take more pictures.
“Whew!” Lauren sighed.
“Alright,” Lori said, “let’s see if we can get her to spread her legs …”
She moved the wand around, trying a couple different angles. I’d watched a couple of these being done before – but it was still impossible for me to follow what was happening and what I was seeing.
All the monitor showed me was two jagged branches joined at the middle.
“Looks like a girl to me – no dangly bits,” she said, looking at Lauren.
“A daughter,” my little wife purred, looking up at me.
“I love you, sweet girl,” I said.
“A sister,” she told Sara.
“I’m super happy, honey,” Sara replied, tearing up.
The sonographer looked at each of us and said, “I’m done here. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can check on our next little kitten.”
Five minutes later, Lauren was holding my hand, cuddling between her mother and my daughter, as I held Meghan’s hand and the sonographer began again, snapping pictures as she went.
“Heartrate is high again,” Erin said.
I looked over to see the girls all holding hands, watching the screen with as much anticipation as I felt.
“What do you want, Meghan?” Carla asked her.
Meghan looked at her and said, “I wanted a boy but I think mine’s a girl too. I’ll be happy as long as it’s healthy.” She looked at me and said, “… but I want another one.”
“We talked about that,” I told her.
“I know, I know,” she said. “I’m just telling you.”
“I love you, sweet girl,” I told her.
“I love you, I lust for you, and I can’t get enough of you,” she purred.
“I’ve noticed,” I said, smirking.
The rest of the girls started laughing. Even Rose’s aunt smirked at that.
“Ten fingers, ten toes … want to take a look?”
Meghan nodded.
The med-tech moved the wand around and centered in on an image that was similar to the one we’d seen with Lauren.
“90% chance that this one’s a girl too,” she said. She looked at me and said, “More girls for you to love.”
I bent down and kissed Meghan’s forehead, when I stood up, the three behind me wrapped me in a hug.
“That’s perfect,” I said. “I’m not sure I could handle the competition if there was another male in the house.”
April snort-laughed and said, “No truer words have ever been spoken.”
Rose’s aunt cleaned Meghan up, put away the equipment, and extended her hand to me. I took it and looked into her eyes.
“Congratulations. I don’t know how you have them all in your thrall but you seem to be doing something right. Don’t hurt Rosie or I’ll hunt you down.”
I nodded to her. She released my hand and left the room.
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We left the doctor’s office and descended on Chili’s. I ate way more chips and salsa than I needed and then could barely finish my quesadillas. Lauren sat on my left and Meghan sat on my right. We held hands when we weren’t feeding our faces.
“I love you both so much,” I told them.
“I want a baby so bad,” Erin sighed.
“His baby,” Carla agreed.
They all fixed their eyes on me.
I started to open my mouth and Zoey interrupted my speech.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she growled – while grinning, “we all promise to date while we’re going to school. I went out with two of the guys that I graduated fire-school with. They were nice. I even fucked one of them – so I can eliminate Sahabet Yeni Giriş your next argument.”
“You fucked him?” Erin asked.
“Condom,” Zoey told her. She looked at me and said, “The only way you’ll get me to stop coming to see you is for you to cut me off. You going to do that?”
I looked at the feisty redheaded firefighter, wondering if I could actually tell her ‘no’. I looked around at the faces of the other women at the table. My daughter’s case was a little different but – honestly – I’d never been able to tell her ‘no’ either. The one time that I thought I’d planned my escape from her, she’d called the hotel and cancelled my reservation. That was how my two little baby mommas had ended up pregnant.
Zoey continued, “You can’t tell us ‘no’ and I – for one – love you even more for it. Maybe I’ll find somebody. Maybe there’s really something unexpected out there. In the meantime, you are the pillar that I cling to. There’s nothing better than being held in your arms – whether your dick is buried inside of me or not. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Fireball,” I said.
“Alright,” Sara said, giggling, “we need to head home so we can do the fashion show.”
As it turned out, the “fashion show” was a re-run of the display of naughty lingerie that they had purchased at the Lion’s Den.
This time, I had two new outfits to look at. The girls talked April into modeling one of my wife’s old panty-sets – but she only agreed if Sara would go first.
My little girl came out in a black see-thru babydoll that only hid her nipples and her pussy. Either she had shaved her mons or her landing-strip was thin enough that I didn’t immediately spot it – but I didn’t look THAT hard. She pirouetted and bit her lip as she looked at me for my assessment.
“You are to burn that immediately and never wear anything nearly that revealing for any other man,” I growled.
She – and the others – all laughed.
Lauren’s mom – who – by all rights I should probably be calling my mother-in-law – but who didn’t feel like that at all – came out next.
I had forgotten that my wife owned that lingerie set. I was a little worried that our daughter had kept it. As I watched Mrs. April Hill walk out, wearing it, I forgot how to breathe. She had on 3-inch bright red heels that matched the corset and the silk panties. There was a small bow between her breasts and a thin ribbon laced the two halves of the corset together – running from her navel to between her lovely mommy-mounds.
April’s nipples were hidden within the bodice of the corset but I could just see the tops of her areolas and I could feel myself salivating, wondering what it would feel like to run my tongue over her stiff nipples. I looked down at her crotch in those panties. There was no camel toe but there was enough of a suggestion of one to tell me that her pussy was like a ripe peach – waiting for me to suck in her tangy nectar – to feel it running down my chin and neck.
I noticed that she had stopped moving and my eyes crawled over her body – from her crotch down to those heels – and then all of the way back up to her face. She was frowning slightly.
I covered my eyes with my hands and said, “I’m sorry.”
“I shouldn’t have worn this one,” she said.
“It looks amazing on you,” I told her. “Sorry for eye-fucking you.”
I heard her footsteps retreating.
“You can uncover your eyes,” Lauren told me.
I peeked out but her mom was nowhere to be found.
The rest of the afternoon passed quickly and we all worked together to lay out the food. Each of the girls had brought a dish to share and there was an enormous spread of foods to pick from.
As we worked to get everything organized, I avoided looking at April. When my eyes found hers, we both looked away quickly. Neither of us spoke – at least not to each other.
After dinner, it was time for presents. I got worried about it turning into another naughty lingerie show – but the girls just got sweet little gifts for each other.
At the end, Sara stood and handed jewelry boxes to each of the girls – including April – telling them that it was from me. Sara opened hers and held up the keychain.
“So,” Sara said, “they’re slightly cheesy because they all say the same thing. All eight of us have one.”
The eyes of the younger girls flickered to April’s face and then back to Sara’s.
“Since daddy doesn’t know what it says …,” she said, “I’ll read it.”
At this, they all looked at me and giggled.
“It says ‘You have a piece of my heart and you always will’,” she read. “The heart shape has been cut into eight pieces – like a pizza – and each of us has a different piece. Daddy, do you have anything to add?”
“Well, obviously, I had nothing to do with this …”
The girls all laughed again.
“… but, as usual, Sara knows exactly what needs to be done – and I could not have said it any better. I love each one of you. You are very important to me and – whether we’re together each day or not – I think about you constantly.”
Erin hopped up and came over. She pulled me from the recliner and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me softly. She stepped away and Rose stepped up next to do the same. One by one, each of the girls followed suit – including Sara – and then I found Lauren’s mom standing in front of me.