Daughters and Fathers Ch. 06

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leBonhomme
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"He was quick to accept my suggestion that he turn around, and then we did. Oh, he was doing it good! I managed to slow down on him, till I was about to come. He even said that he liked the taste."

"Of course!" her father interjected again.

"But I liked that he did, when he kissed me with his face all wet. He didn't say anything about the way my mouth tasted. Hmm! Maybe he tasted that before, licking me. Oh, he liked that I use the pill. Back then, it was only with condoms. ... So, in the morning, he pretty well knew everything I liked to do, so we started that way again, and then I was on top, helping myself, and after the first time for us both, I dropped down, and we really fucked, coming again, took longer for him, of course, but that just made it better for me."

"Lucky Lars, getting so much new experience in one night," her father remarked."

"Lucky me! And you?" Britta replied.

He snorted and nodded for Maren to answer. She snorted with a grin and replied:

"Very lucky. My old friend had a lot more experience than Lars; didn't have to teach him 'anything'. "And we didn't really need the beers, just joking about wanting to go to sleep," he remarked.

"You were," Maren remarked with a grin. Britta chuckled, and he nodded, and Maren continued:

"He already knew how to do 'everything' I wanted, and did, better than ever before. Hm-hmm! I told him that I thought my sister would love to do it that way with him, talking a long time about how good it was feeling."

They all chuckled, and he added:

"She thinks she owes Lars thanks for taking you out, so that they could be alone in your room."

"Um-hmm, but my old friend thought it might be ... inappropriate to explain why I wanted to thank him."

They all chuckled again, and Britta snorted and asked:

"If it was like that, that good, do you have another old friend to take you out, so he can do it with me?"

"I doubt it, but maybe I can do something else, if you want to. Just don't talk too loud; it could be arousing," Maren remarked

"Hm-hmm! If I know you, that would just make your 'something else' better."

"You do know me," Maren agreed with a smirk.

They chuckled again, then Maren suggested:

"Or you can try that with Lars, if you see him again."

"I don't know. We didn't talk about that. Oh, in the morning we took a shower together ..."

"We thought so."

" ... and I had promised him breakfast. That took too long, sorry."

"No problem, we shared your portion. Glad that you also had such a nice night." her father replied.

The girls nodded, and they were silent until they came to where their trail started. When they got to the cabin, although it was partly cloudy, they all immediately took off their clothes before they unpacked, just giving each other a smile at their returning to nudity. He started a fire in the cold stove, mentioning that he should chop some more wood before they left. Maren snorted and said:

"And we can see how you enjoy feeling them hanging and moving."

"Hmm! If the weather is good. Go get your paper and make some more sketches to take home."

"Only to take home? The others are more fun."

"Only after a couple to take home."

"They won't be so good."

"Hmm! We can say that Britta made them."

"That's unfair," Britta complained.

"Then make your own," her sister replied and went to find her paper, snorting when she discovered the unfinished sketch of his cock and balls.

When the sun shone between the clouds, they went out, he forgetting his shorts. The minute a cloud came, it cooled down and they returned to the cabin. Maren made a few simple sketches of things: when they were inside; the lantern, that they didn't need in the summer; and a still-life of the coffee pot and a cup and saucer.

Outside, the second time the sun shone, she sat on the ground and started one of the chopping block with the ax imbedded in it. When he planted the ax in it for her, naked with his balls visible between his legs, she called:

"Stop! Stand just like that. Nice strong buttocks, and your balls hanging down."

"Hmm! And not when you've finished the sketch of the chopping block," he called back to her.

But he snorted again and held the pose for a moment more, then turning and giving her a grin, jostling his balls for her entertainment. Britta enjoyed the scene too, sitting more to face the sun, and chuckling with them, but he recognized that most of his interaction since they were back at the cabin had been with Maren. He sat down next to Britta. She gave him a smile, and they sat there, enjoying the sun, also warm between their spread thighs. She glanced down at his slightly enlarged cock, and snorted softly with a glance over at his face. Unconsciously, his hand reached down and loosened his sack from the skin of his thighs. When she snorted again, he liked that he had, a similar gesture just for her. He snorted and reached around behind her, and murmured:

"She didn't tell you that I also did this."

She looked up questioningly, but then felt his fingers find her ticklish spot. She squirmed and squealed, but he had a good hold on her, not relenting, as she continued to squirm, laughing, as he held her closer and held her far breast, grinning at her. His fingers stilled, but he left his hands where they were, squeezing her breast, when she stopped squirming. She snorted and grinned at him and asked:

"And that was good?"

"We both thought so, but I didn't do it that long."

"Hm-hmm! Next time."

"If you want."

"Maybe just a little."

"Um-hmm. ... Last night was sort of special, not because you weren't there, or because it was with Maren. I was thinking about it, ... I guess we talked about. As delightfully arousing as it is with both of you, like yesterday with you, ... or other ways, there is a special intimacy with just one other person, ... the way it should be."

She smiled with a nod, leaning against him, and he held her waist and squeezed her breast again. When he saw her eyes glance down at his cock, he nodded and murmured:

"I like when you hold it."

She smiled slightly and put her hand in his lap, her fingers slipping around his cock.

Maren had glanced around when she heard her sister squeal, snorting to herself with smile. She glanced around again now, and smiled slightly with an understanding nod, just seeing that he still had her arm around her and that they were closer.

He squeezed Britta's breast again, and her fingers moved slightly. She snorted slightly as it filled her hand more. Her nipple in the palm of his hand was still soft, until he slid his hand back and let a finger circle it. "Uhm!" she responded softly as it popped out, then turning her head to give him a smile. He did it again, and she chuckled softly with a slight nod, moving her fingers again, not without effect. They both felt his cock move, and glanced down, snorting as they watched the head of his cock creep out of his foreskin, encouraged by the continuing slight movement of her fingers. When his foreskin dropped into the groove below his knob, they both snickered, apparently loud enough for Maren to hear. She glanced around, just seeing them sitting as before, and asked:

"What are you snickering about? What are you doing?"

"Just watching his cock."

"And snickering?"

"I told her I liked when she held it."

"Hmm! I bet! Ought to do something useful with her hands, if she can't draw."

"Um-hmm, not that I was thinking of that."

"And she didn't just hold it?"

"Not much more, but it liked it."

"Hmm! Of course, and ...?"

"I was just holding it, and we were watching it grow, and then the little roll of skin dropped into the groove."

"Hm-hmm! And you're still holding it?"

"Of course. He likes me to hold it; I like to hold it, and ..."

"It likes to be held," he added."

"Hm-hmm! Well, if it's like that, the three of you so agreed about it, I won't disturb you any more."

They all chuckled out loud. Maren returned to her sketching, snickering to herself, while he and Britta grinned at each other, his finger circling her nipple again, and her hand moving the loose skin on his cock up and down. They were about to kiss, when a cloud blocked out the sunlight. They both glanced up and saw that it wasn't just the edge of the cloud skirting past the sun. With disappointed expressions, they shook their heads. She squeezed his cock again, and they got up.

Maren had also stood up, and smirked at them when she saw his cock bobbing above the horizontal. Inside the cabin, she said that she would continue sketching, adding with a smile, that they could do whatever they wanted. They smiled, and he said that they would make the bed, Britta nodding.

"You can use it, too, if you want, Maren murmured."

He glanced at Britta, who snorted with slightly wry smile, but then shook her head and said:

"Maybe the sun will come out again."

"Then I'll be outside."

"You're sweet. I told Britta that it was special with only one other person."

"Um-hmm, that was nice, ... the way you told it."

"We'll just make the bed."

Maren nodded with sweet smile.

The sun did come out again, and they all went back outside. Maren returned to her sketching, but he and Britta didn't try to return to what they had been doing, but talked about it as they sat facing the sun again. She smiled at him with a snort and said:

"I wonder what would have happened, if the sun had kept shining."

"So do I, not having to wonder too much, I think."

"Um-hmmm! I was already thinking that we would soon be lying there, kissing ..."

"And most probably soon doing whatever two naked people then do."

"Hm-hmm! 'Most probably!' Right there in front of the cabin."

"With me trying to sketch and be polite about not noticing."

"Hard to believe that would have been possible."

"You're right, but I wouldn't have minded if you had; I had to watch you two once last week, but I wouldn't have been sketching."

"Maybe we should have forgotten that the sun would come out again."

Britta snorted and added:

"Since I don't have to work on my tan, and you shouldn't be in it without your shorts."

"Um-hmm, but if I had remembered them, we probably wouldn't have anything to talk about now."

The girls nodded with grins, and Britta remarked:

"I'm glad you did."

"Me too."

"Maybe I should sleep on the sofa tonight. We need more dirty sheets, anyway."

"A bed in the other cabin would be more comfortable."

"Hmm? I don't know; I wanted to be within earshot," Maren replied.

"You would," Britta remarked.

"Wouldn't you?"

"I wasn't last night."

"Hmm? I'll think about it. ... Hmmm? ... Maybe if you would, too."

"Nobody asks me what I want."

"Oh, sorry," both girls responded, asking together:

"What do you want?

"Hmm? I could have expected that. ... Hm-hmm! Maybe I could just go to bed alone and see what happens, ... close my eyes and wait, ... while you draw straws.

"That's a good idea."

"Except for the drawing straws."

"Maybe I would really be surprised and get an undisturbed night's sleep for a change."

"And we ...? Oh, of course."

"But we can do that in bed with you, just enjoying your company."

"And when we do, usually one of us really enjoys your company."

"Not usually, always."

"A good reason to do it somewhere else, not to be unfair to anyone."

"Then you can also draw straws with us, the two long ones getting to decide what they want to do without company."

"That's not so good; what if I keep drawing the short straw?"

"Or me? You can do that together at home any night of the week."

"No drawing straws, then."

"If you will once, I will once, ... but maybe not tonight."

"I'll go to bed first and let myself - let you - surprise me."

"That's the best idea. ... Oh, the sun has moved around; the shadows are all different. Have to continue tomorrow."

"And besides, another cloud is coming, and I am getting hungry. What do you want for dinner?"

They trouped back into the cabin, and then decided that they had to go, and went back outside, snickering as they looked at each other's stream, but not tasting them. Maren remarked:

"After three beers, it looks diluted."

"You didn't taste it?" Britta asked facetiously.

"I'd probably have told you, if I did."

They all chuckled and returned to the cabin. They agreed to heat up slices of the meatloaf and cook potatoes and a vegetable. He re-stoked the stove, and the girls cooked, while he listened to the radio, waiting for the news and weather forecast.

After dinner, they again played parcheesi, their continuous banter about the progress of the game distracting them from thoughts about how they were going to sleep - until they decided to stop playing. As they packed away the game, they were all silent, he having the impression that they also were wondering how they would. With just nods toward the door, they went outside and relieved themselves in the late twilight, and were still silent as they returned and washed themselves.

Finally, he said:

"Someone said the best suggestion was that I go to bed and see what happens."

"Maren," Britta said, with a nod.

Maren also nodded, and they all said good night. He snorted and remarked to Britta:

"That was a little surprising last night, your kissing me like that."

"Um-hmm. That occurred to me, as I was about to, but I always have, before I went out on a date." "I hope before that you weren't also thinking that the date could be like last night."

"Hm-hmm! Not with Lars, but later a couple of times. Good night."

They all snorted, and the girls repeated their good nights. He went in the bedroom and lay down, wondering what the girls would decide. He heard them whisper briefly, and then that the cabin door was opened. Was one of them really going to sleep in the other cabin? Then he remembered to close his eyes.

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leann5redleann5redover 10 years ago
leann5red fab !!!

one grate story loing forward to more from you soon well put together yours leann XXXXx mawh

AlwaysrainingAlwaysrainingover 10 years ago
A Norwegian habit?

Story good fun. I was in Sweden for a while and to the best of my memory no one snorted at all. Perhaps it's just a Norwegian thing. Or perhaps only between incest driven Norwegian fathers and daughters?

AnonymousAnonymousover 10 years ago
Gave it a 5, too!

... But I just wish they snorted less!! LOL! Maybe they could snicker, giggle, laugh, or chuckle more often!

Morlan502Morlan502over 10 years ago
Fun read

Having a fun read, and snorting is just a thing some folks do, not just animals!

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