The blizzard hit hard and early. Snow piled against the windows of the house in thick, swirling sheets. Wind howled across the roof. Inside, the lights flickered once, then held. Music played low from the living-room speakers—something bass-heavy and slow that made the floorboards hum.
Todd came through the front door in his security-guard uniform, badge still clipped, coat dusted white. He was forty-two, broad through the chest, dark hair going silver at the temples. His daughters were twenty-three. Identical twins. Carly and Bethany. Both home from college for the long weekend, both still in the house when the roads closed.
He stamped snow off his boots and called out. “Girls? Power’s holding so far.”
Carly appeared first in the hallway, wearing one of his old shirts and nothing else that he could see. Bethany came from the kitchen a second later in a thin tank top, nipples already visible through the fabric. They looked at each other the way they always did when they had decided something together.
“Daddy,” Carly said. “We were waiting.”
Bethany smiled, slow and dirty. “The roads are gone. We’re stuck. And we’re not wearing panties.”
Todd’s cock thickened immediately inside his uniform pants. He had spent years pretending he didn’t notice how they moved, how they dressed when they thought he wasn’t looking, how they pressed against him on the couch during movies. He had told himself they were his daughters and that was the end of it. The blizzard and the music and the way they were standing there made the lie collapse.
“Come here,” he said.
They did.
Carly dropped to her knees first. Bethany followed. Four hands worked his belt, his zipper, the heavy fabric of the uniform. His cock sprang out thick and already leaking, the head flushed dark. Both girls made the same small sound.
“Fuck,” Bethany whispered. “It’s bigger than I thought.”
Carly wrapped her fingers around the base and licked a stripe up the underside. Bethany took the head into her mouth and sucked, cheeks hollowing. They traded him back and forth like they had practiced. Spit ran down his shaft. One of them cupped his balls while the other worked the head. Todd’s hand settled in Carly’s hair, then Bethany’s. He didn’t thrust yet. He let them worship it.
“That’s it,” he said, voice rough. “Suck Daddy’s cock. Both of you. Show me what slutty little mouths you have.”
Carly moaned around him. Bethany pulled off long enough to say, “We’ve wanted this since we were old enough to know what a cock was for.” Then she went back down, taking him deeper than her sister had, throat working.
They blew him in the entryway with snow still melting off his coat. The music kept playing. Todd’s hips finally started to move. He fucked Carly’s mouth for a dozen strokes, then Bethany’s, then both of them at once with the twins sharing the head, tongues sliding together over the slit. When he pulled out, a thick string of spit and pre-cum connected their lips.
“Bedroom,” he said. “Now.”
They went. He followed, stripping the rest of the uniform as he walked. His cock stood out in front of him, heavy and wet. In the bedroom the twins stripped the last of their clothes. Identical bodies—full tits, narrow waists, shaved cunts already slick. Carly’s clit was a little more prominent; Bethany’s ass was a fraction rounder. Todd had catalogued those differences in secret for years.
He put Carly on her back and Bethany on all fours beside her. He ate Carly first, tongue dragging through her folds, circling her clit until her thighs shook. Then he moved to Bethany and did the same from behind, spreading her ass with his thumbs and licking her from clit to hole. Bethany pushed back against his face.
“Rim me,” she said. “Please. We’ve talked about it.”
Todd dragged his tongue over her asshole, slow and filthy. He spat on it and worked the tip of his tongue inside. Bethany cursed and dropped her chest to the mattress. Carly watched, fingers on her own clit, and said, “Do me next. I want your tongue in my ass too.”
He did. He rimming both of them until they were shaking and dripping. Then he lined up behind Bethany and pushed into her cunt in one long stroke. She was tight and soaked. He bottomed out and held there, feeling her flutter.
“Huge,” she gasped. “Daddy—fuck—it’s stretching me.”
He fucked her hard. The bed slammed the wall. Carly crawled underneath so she could lick his balls and Bethany’s clit while he pounded her sister. When Bethany came, she clenched around him so hard he almost followed. He pulled out, flipped Carly onto her stomach, and drove into her the same way. Bethany immediately put her mouth on Carly’s ass, licking around the place their father’s cock was stretching her.
They switched again. And again. Todd fucked Carly’s cunt while Bethany sat on Carly’s face. He fucked Bethany’s mouth while Carly licked his ass. He put both of them on their backs side by side, legs spread, and alternated strokes—five in Carly, five in Bethany—until both cunts were sloppy and open. He made them hold their own legs and watch his cock disappear into their sister.
“You’re both my fucktoys tonight,” he told them. “Slut twins. Daddy’s going to use every hole.”
He did. He worked a finger into Carly’s ass while he fucked her pussy. Then two. Then he pulled out of her cunt and pushed into her ass instead. Carly screamed into the pillow and came with his cock in her ass and Bethany’s fingers on her clit. He pulled out, shiny, and gave Bethany the same treatment—pussy first, then ass, slow at first, then deep and punishing. Bethany came twice like that, shaking, calling him Daddy over and over.
They ended up in a pile on the bed. Todd on his back. Carly riding his cock, facing him. Bethany sitting on his face, grinding her wet cunt against his mouth while she leaned forward to kiss her sister. The twins made out above him, messy and hungry, while he fucked up into Carly and ate Bethany. When Carly came she stayed on him, pulsing, and Bethany slid down to lick the place they were joined.
Later he had them on their knees again at the edge of the bed. He stood and used their mouths together, one hand on each head, fucking their throats in turn until spit ran down their tits. He told them to stick their tongues out and painted both faces, then pushed back into Carly’s mouth so she could taste it, then Bethany’s.
They weren’t finished.
He put Carly on her side, spooned behind her, and entered her cunt again. Bethany lay in front of Carly so the twins were face to face. Todd reached over Carly’s hip and rubbed Bethany’s clit while he fucked her sister. Then he pulled out, pushed into Bethany from the same angle, and used his hand on Carly. He went back and forth until both of them were dripping onto the sheets and begging.
“I want you pregnant,” he said against Carly’s neck. “Both of you. I’m going to fill you until it takes.”
Carly moaned. Bethany said, “Do it. Knock us up. We want it.”
He came in Carly first, deep, grinding through it, flooding her. He stayed inside her while the last pulses faded, then pulled out and immediately pushed into Bethany and came again, just as hard. He made them stay on their backs with their hips tilted up. He watched his cum leak from both of them and pushed it back in with his fingers.
The music was still playing. Snow kept falling. The house was quiet except for their breathing.
They slept in a tangle. In the morning the blizzard had not stopped. Todd woke with Carly’s mouth already on his cock and Bethany’s ass in his face. He ate her while Carly sucked him hard, then he fucked Bethany from behind while Carly licked his balls. He came in Bethany’s cunt again. After breakfast he bent Carly over the kitchen table and took her ass while Bethany sat on the counter and played with her clit, watching.
They spent the entire storm like that. Living-room floor. Shower. Against the cold window with snow on the other side of the glass. He used their mouths whenever he wanted. He rimming them whenever they asked. He made them ride him together, one on his cock, one on his face, then switch. He told them they were his sluts, his daughters, his fucktoys, and they said yes to all of it.
On the third day the plows still had not reached them. Todd had them both on the couch, Carly in his lap facing out, his cock in her ass, Bethany kneeling between their legs licking Carly’s clit and the shaft stretching her sister. He came in Carly’s ass and Bethany cleaned him with her tongue. Then he put Bethany in the same position and did it again.
By the time the roads opened they were sore, marked, and full of him. Carly’s period was late within weeks. Bethany’s followed. They told him together, standing in the same hallway where they had first dropped to their knees.
Todd looked at his twin daughters—adult, willing, already carrying—and pulled them both against him.
“Good,” he said. “Daddy’s not done with you.”
The music started again that night. The three of them went back to bed.
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