Redheads Ch. 03bySchuppinzigh©
My twin redheads, Emma and Grace, seem to exude sexuality these days. I told them about my story deal to which they got excited. I had to lock myself inside my work area to keep from getting distracted by them walking by and constantly saying. "Hello Daddy?"
The first ten chapters poured out of me like it was the easiest thing I ever wrote. I was worried it might be too erotic, but I'd let my Publisher tell me before I tried to tone it down. In less then seven weeks, I had the first ten chapters written -- it usually took me two weeks a chapter but this story was a labor of love, and lust.
A title was slowly coming to me, it would be 'red' something. My nom de querre would be Phillip Roux, the last name a french derivative of the word Red. After spending far too much time on it, the title of the first book would be 'The Redheaded Tryst.' Phillip was my protagonists name as well. It would be a first person story! The wife, who was instantly likeable, is named Aubrey and the girls in the story are Ruby and Scarlett -- if Jim doesn't like it, he can voice his opinion.
Having this all done, I told the girls I was leaving to talk to my publisher, and would be back to take them to dinner -- they squealed and said, "OK Daddy!"
I had the first fifteen chapters finished, but Jim asked for ten, and that's what I took him. I walked into his office and carefully handed the first 109 pages to him.
"Just a minute," he said looking at the front page and started to read it, as he sat down. I grinned to myself as he turned page after page of the story. He certainly looked hooked as I saw his eyes occasionally glisten a bit. I heard the occasional "Wow' also. Over the years I'd gotten rather good at foreshadowing in my writings, and Jim was a proponent of the technique -- when used correctly and sparingly.
More than once, I saw him go back to reread something -- that worried me a bit, but he dropped it and said, "Mr. Michael Knox -- that was the best fucking piece of fiction that've I've read in twenty years -- you and I are going to be both rich and famous."
"Jim, I wouldn't mind being rich, but fame is a bitch -- you can have the fame," I replied.
"That's OK with me, Michael -- I'd like to renegotiate our deal from before."
"One book a year -- $500k per book, plus 10 percent of book sales. This could easily be a million seller Michael, the name of Phillip Roux will be mentioned alongside E L James and Sylvia Day."
"I do not want people finding out who I really am, is that clear Jim! I will NOT do book signings -- ever!"
"Because -- because this is a true story..."
"Aubrey was my wife and the girls are my real daughters, really twins, really redheads and..."
"Michael -- you mean you and your own daughters have made love?"
"Yes, and they are both pregnant -- NOW do you see why I've put the restrictions in place." I broke down a little.
Pulling a form from his desk, that he signed and put in front of me he said, "This document makes me personally libel if any of what you just said is leaked, that's the kind of faith I have in you. I guarantee that you will be rich beyond your wildest dreams. If you can write five complete books about these characters -- your sales could rival Ian Fleming. Have we got a deal?"
I saw his hand out and I knew that I wanted the girls to have all that they could, so I stood up, rubbed my eyes a bit, and shook his hand.
He sat back down and wrote out a check and handed it to me. As I took it he said, "We will need a disclaimer somewhere to explain that this book is not for the young adults?"
"Which, of course will cause a swell of sales by those very youngsters," I said finishing the thought.
"If we tell them, they shouldn't buy or read it, we're doing our part -- aren't we?" he reasoned.
"That's how I see it," I said getting up and leaving his office.
They came from the kitchen with their matching bellies leading the way. I showed them the check and explained the deal to them. They were are giggles and jiggles.
"Girls, I called your mother's sister and asked her if she was interested in becoming a nanny to your little ones."
Grace commented, "But if she finds out that you're the father, isn't that a problem?"
"No, Claudia told me she always had a crush on me, so she sounded very willing to be part of our clan. Now, since I have a hard deadline on this book, I need at least an hour a day to write, can you live with out me for an hour a day?"
"I think so, Daddy," Emma said walking up to me and giving me a kiss.
"That won't be a problem, Daddy," Grace said coming up behind me and sticking her hand down the front of my pants.
"But I might need some motivation girls, so let's go upstairs, all right?"
"Yeah, Daddy -- how far along can we get and still make love to our Daddy?" Emma said.
"I don't remember exactly, we'll look it up together OK?"
Gracie said, "Sounds good -- who gets you first, Daddy?"
"I don't care girls -- maybe I'll take you both at the same time," I replied.
That spurred Grace to unzip my pants and got me naked from the waist down -- Emma took my shirt off, and then got herself naked. Her baby bump was evident as she pushed me on my bed.
Emma was naked and started taking my dick in her mouth. Grace lowered her very wet pussy to my mouth. I've gotta say, they both taste so good. I pulled her closer and extended my tongue deep inside. I started using my tongue like a dick, going deep then pulling back then sticking it back inside. Grace was getting close.
Meanwhile, I felt Emma spit on my dick to get it wetter for her mouth. She wasn't taking me all inside, but she was doing quite the job on me. The pressure she was exerting on my dick was incredible and she was humming when I was in her mouth -- that was hurtling me towards my orgasm.
She pulled me out from time to time, and licked the underside, really getting me close. I could only see a little bit of what Emma was doing, since I had to raise Grace up a little to look down at Emma. Since I knew I was close, I pulled Grace down and started licking her like my life depended on it. She was about to orgasm into my mouth, so I latched myself on to her, which made her jump with excitement.
At nearly the same moment, with Emma licking me -- I burst and started cumming. Her mouth wasn't on me, so I guessed she wanted her face and tits covered with my spunk. Grace had gotten heavy, so she got off my face and went over to her sister and started to lick my cum off her face and tits.
The licking turned into a bit of mini-cum-swapping that turned into a marvelous amount of kissing between the two of them. I just lay there and enjoyed it to no end.
Their kissing turned into Emma kissing and gnawing on her sister's breasts, and Grace was clearly enjoying it. I saw Grace sticking a couple fingers inside her sister and Emma had reciprocated causing them both to loudly moan.
They pulled apart, both having had an orgasm as Emma came over to me and started to clean me off and Grace got behind her, using her fingers to give her a quick additional orgasm. Emma was clearly trying to get me hard again, but I didn't think I could go right away.
Grace's attempt to give her sister an orgasm was awesome. It didn't look like it was the first time she'd done that before. Emma was verbalizing a lot, "Ugh, ugh, oh -- sis -- a little more -- Mmmmmmm, yeah Gracie -- I I I I am cumming -- cumming - oh dear god, sis that was remarkable."
We all lay on the bed, resting for a while -- then Gracie got up saying, "I need a shower -- any body care to join me?"
Emma and I waved and said, "Maybe later."
Twenty Chapters Done!
"GIRLS -- We're going to dinner, change into something HOT!"
I heard giggling as they raced each other up the stairs. They would have to get their baby bumps inside something they already owned -- I definitely need to take them shopping for some more comfortable clothing for them.
They came down looking oh, so very good. I put on my jacket and took them to a Hooters Restaurant. When they walked in, everybody stopped to look at them, including some of the waitresses.
After being seated, a spry young lady introduced herself as 'Milly' and asked if there was anything she could get us.
"Milly," I asked, "Do you think my daughters here would make good 'Hooters Girls?'
"Yes, Sir -- they're prettier than most of us, and that's not really easy for me to say."
"See girls -- next year after you know what, you could apply here and make good money -- if you'd like. Thanks Milly -- give us a couple minutes, we'll be ready to order."
"Is that why you brought us here, Daddy?" Emma asked.
"I wanted you to see what pretty girls can do, and as Milly said, you're prettier than most all of them. Not only that -- but guys have a real fantasy about redheads -- I did long before I met your mother, and of course I do again for obvious reasons. Look at your menus?"
Milly came back and we ordered our dinner, I got a 'Double D Burger,' Emma got the 'Chicken Strip Cheese,' and Gracie ordered the 'Club Sandwich.' We all got soft drinks.
After the drinks arrived the girls were looking around, trying to see the interaction between the servers and the clientele. "You know what, Daddy -- I know that either Grace or me could do real well working here. We both like to flirt -- and after we have your babies, you wouldn't mind if we applied would you?"
"Not at all, girls -- With Aunt Claudia to watch the kids, you could each have a part time shift, at this very Hooters! I would guess having twin redheads who look like you do, could only draw customers," I replied.
We were finishing up our dinner when Milly showed back up.
"Milly," Gracie said. "Could we get applications from you?"
"Sure thing, when the two of you are working -- this place would fill up, getting us more customers and more tips."
"Milly," I asked. "Do you have to share your tips, or is it first come first serve?"
"No sir, we don't share anything," she brazenly flirted.
"We'd like to get one of your Hooters Tops for each of my girls, put in on my ticket, please?"
"They'll probably barely fit in our largest size," Milly suggested.
"And is that a bad thing?" I said.
"No, actually the guys come here for our boobs, but come back because everything here tastes so good!" Milly said.
"Are you talking about what's on the menu, or who's holding the menu?" I said.
"You're a bad man to flirt with me, while these daughters of yours are so beautiful!" Milly said.
Emma and Grace giggled.
"I'll be right back with your ticket, the shirts -- and my phone number."
"Thank you," I said as she left.
"DADDY, you were so flirtatious with her!" Emma said.
"They expect a lot of that -- I can't wait to see those little shirts on my big girls," causing them to both giggle.
"Would they hire us being pregnant?" Gracie asked.
"Probably not, but if you ask Milly -- she's likely to ask more questions then we want to answer... if you get my drift."
"Of course," Gracie replied.
"I've been to a Hooters before, both with and without your mother. She liked the atmosphere, I liked all of the boobies!"
Milly picked that time to appear, handing the girls their t-shirts, the application and me the check. I gave her my credit card and she said, "Be right back, handsome."
"I thought you said that you always used your powers for good," Emma said.
"I was using them, a long time before you came along young ladies. Your Mother wasn't the only woman I dated, just the first redhead -- If Milly wasn't so young, I'd make my move on her in a second," I said.
Milly showed up, "Did I just hear you talking about me?"
Snickering I said, "I was telling my daughters here, if you were 10 years older, I would definitely ask you out. No doubt you have a boyfriend hidden somewhere."
"Now where would I hide a boyfriend in this outfit," she said turning around one to show off her booty.
"If I were your boyfriend, you wouldn't have enough strength to get out of bed in the morning," I said.
"Here's your receipt with my phone number on the back." Milly responded. "I work until midnight -- that's when I get off."
I got up gave her a kiss on the cheek and put a ten dollar bill between her bosoms. I whispered in her ear, causing her to giggle and blush. I helped the girls up and we walked out of the place.
Getting in the car, Emma asked, "What did you say to Milly?"
"Well, I said, 'working until midnight, means we'd get off at twelve thirty -- together!'"
We all laughed as we headed back home.