Daughters and Fathers Ch. 08

"Since we're going to stay in bed ..."

"If we do, with Britta," he interjected.

"Of course. We don't have to do anything. That was what I was going to say."

"Um-hmm, ... just hope that she lights a fire and starts to make breakfast."

"That would be nice."

He nodded and put his arm around her, murmuring:

"If we're just going to wait for her to."

"Um-hmm," she agreed and embraced him.

They lay a little closer together, her breasts touching his chest, but just lay there comfortably. When they heard noises from the other room, they snorted softly, nodding slightly. One of them was a metallic clunk. He whispered:

"The stove," and they nodded again.

The other sounds after that were softer, and they were almost dozing, when they heard the door open and Britta call:

"Wake up, you sleepy heads. Do I have to make breakfast by myself? ... Hm-hmm! Besides, you're not doing anything."

"Just waiting for you to call us to breakfast in a nice warm room," he replied, smiling at her."

"Hmm! Spoiled! ... Looks like you want to spend all day in bed."

"Um-hmm. Maren thought so, too, ... but only if you want to."

"Hmm? Certainly the weather for it."

"With us, of course," Maren remarked, rolling back to smile at her sister.

"After you help make breakfast. ... Oh, there was an orgy last night. Lots of exchanging partners, just like Daddy said. ... Even heard one of them complain about a cramp in her thigh; wonder what she was doing?"

"Hm-hmm! Not changing partners."

"Hm-umm! Not after what my first one had done."

"Hmm! I suspected that."

"We cheated a little. I guess we would have had to be double pieces."

"Hmmm! I understand. ... Oh, you've done that already. Hm-hmm! I did it in a sauce pan and threw it out the door."

"And started a fire in the stove. That's what we were really waiting for."

"Spoiled! Get up!"

They all chuckled, and he flung back the covers. They sat up, and for a moment, they all looked at each other, enjoying seeing each other naked again. Maren got up and picked up the chamber pot, sniffing and remarking with a snort:

"No, I'm not going to."

The others chuckled, and he got up, jostling his balls. They went in the other room, and Maren stepped out under the eaves and flung the contents of the pot out in the rain. When she returned, Britta snorted and said:

"You ought to see the orgy, before we clear the table. I think they're still doing it."

The others hurried to follow her to the table and saw that quite a few pieces had been taken from the picture and were now mated with other pieces, fitting just as well together, even a couple of groups of three and four pieces. They all snickered and Maren said:

"Oooh! Yes! Really an orgy! Hm-hmm! Should have been a lot louder out here."

"Just me, by myself, but thinking about how an orgy could be."

"Sorry about that, sort of like I felt yesterday afternoon."

"I guess. Thanks. ... Hm-hmm! Oh, I was thinking about Erik, and then a couple of others, ... how it could have been if we'd known what we do now."

"Hmm! I was thinking about the trolls. They should have been happy."

They all snickered with smirks. Maren snorted and asked:

"Do you think they will mind if we clear the table."

He snorted and remarked:

"You can let those with new partners stay together. Just don't tell anyone what they've been doing all the time, when someone wants to do the puzzle again."

They all laughed. Maren slid those groups aside and swept the rest of the pieces over the edge of the table into the box, then carefully slid the groups on top of the other pieces, patting them back together with a snort. As she fit the lid on the box, she murmured:

"Sleep tight, or do whatever you want."

The other grinned with snorts, and they all prepared breakfast. After breakfast, they all had to go to the outhouse. While the others cleaned up, one after another, the girls hurried out in the rain and hurried back, drying themselves and then washing, unconcerned that the others could see them washing their pussies and assholes. He was the last to return. As he dried himself, he remarked:

"Cold and wet. Who suggested spending the day in bed?"

"Maren did."

"After you said that we looked like we wanted to."

"Didn't you? Don't you?"

"Only if you want to."

"Nothing better to do."

They all nodded slightly. He was washing his face. As he unconcernedly began to wash his cock and balls, he agreed:

"Nothing better to do."

The girls just nodded again, as they watched him reach back and wash his asshole, now such a familiar occurrence, that they just waited for him to dry himself without snorting or smirking. He put more wood in the stove, remarking that he shouldn't have left the ax out in the rain, and they went to the bedroom. They lay down as usual, with him between the girls, his arms under their heads.

"Nice," one murmured, and the others nodded, and they were silent for a while. Then one of the girls rolled towards him, and the other one followed, holding hands on his chest. He nodded slightly and remarked: "Nicer." As the girls agreed, he drew their heads onto his shoulders, and they each slid a thigh over his. He nodded again, and his hands slid over their arms and found their breasts.

"Much nicer," one murmured.

"Um-hmm, I could sleep like this."

"Um-hmm," he agreed.

The nipples in his palms were relaxed. When he rolled his thighs out a little, their relaxed thighs just slipped down a bit between them, as they hummed softly, their hands also relaxing. He wondered if they would all really fall asleep, liking the idea that they might be able to - "nothing better to do," on a rainy forenoon. And if one of them wanted to do something else, that would also be nice.

He was almost dozing, when he felt one of their hands slide down his stomach and felt its fingers slide over his soft cock and gather up his balls. Of course, he thought; both of them had often gone to sleep holding them like that, the one who had been lying behind him, and the fingers just held them comfortably. He snorted silently at the thought that they had slept together so often that one of the girl's hand could unconsciously find his cock and balls. But then the other girl's hand slid down. He snorted softly again, liking that both of them apparently so unconsciously liked to hold him like that, then wondering what the second hand would do, when it discovered that the other one was already there.

If its sliding down had been unconscious - the girl asleep - when her hand discovered that her sister's hand was already cupped around his cock and balls, she snorted, and her fingers tried gently to find space between the other one's and touch him. They did, both girls humming slightly as their fingers shared space to hold his balls, all of them massaging them gently. All three of them hummed, and he murmured:

"I thought you wanted to sleep."

"Um-hmm, if she hadn't had the same idea."

"I just wanted to, too."

"Hmm! I was wondering if your hands knew what they were doing."

"Just a little, ... nicer than our holding hands."

"Um-hmm, I could have known what yours wanted to hold."

"Yours did too."

Their fingers massaged together. He snorted and remarked:

"Don't fight for them. ... Hm-hmm! If you still want to sleep, ... well, I know now how you both want to."

The girls both chuckled, nodding, and then Maren murmured:

"Britta can; I did, last night."

"Really slept?"

"For a while."

"But then?"

"Um-hmm, of course. Hadn't said that I didn't want to do anything - do nothing."

"I won't either, but we can see if we can sleep - well, just rest - for a while."

"Anything you want to do," he agreed.

Britta's fingers moved a little in response and then released his balls, as she began to turn around under the covers. Maren continued to hold his balls, until Britta's head was on his thigh, and then slid her hand back up his stomach. As he was about to roll towards Britta, he said:

"All of us, you too."

"Oh yes," Maren agreed.

Britta nodded and moved her hips back. As Maren clambered over him, he moved his shoulders back and pushed the pillows aside. She slid her thigh under his head and drew her other one over his shoulder, as she rested her head on Britta's thigh. After she had also drawn her other one past Maren's shoulders, they straightened out the covers over themselves and got comfortable, drawing the other's hips closer. Britta drew his soft cock to her mouth, just holding it between her lips. He rubbed her thigh that was on Maren and murmured to her pussy:

"Just a nice pacifier."

Britta nodded and sucked it a little further in her mouth, as Maren nodded on her thigh and agreed with an "um-hmm." Then they were still.

He wondered if they would really doze a little; it was so obvious that they all knew that they were just waiting to do it to each other, as they had often enough before like that - since the first or second day. It had all been such a surprise back then. Had he been shocked? No, he had wanted it to happen; just surprised that how it had so quickly, that his daughters had immediately wanted it to. Of course, they had with Johan, but that they had then also so immediately with him? Nice! Very nice, helping him admit that he wanted to, too. And now lying with his face almost touching Maren's pussy and his cock in Britta's mouth. Don't think about that; they were supposed to take a nap - until something happened. He concentrated on enjoying the nice, warm intimacy of being able to lie like that with them, and hoped that they were, too.

He didn't realize that he had been dozing, until he was awakened by gentle sucking on his cock, nothing arousing, just a nice feeling, a nice way to be awakened, also reminding him of his last comment: "Just a nice pacifier." Nice, just being a pacifier, he thought, and enjoyed the sensation, also feeling the flat of her tongue gently tense against his cock when she sucked. He wondered how long it would be before Britta recognized that his cock wasn't a pacifier, then thinking that would be nice if he could just gently lick a pussy without arousing it. It was tempting to try; Maren's was so near.

Maybe Britta would have just continued just to nurse on his cock for longer, but after a few moments, he couldn't resist the temptation to stick out his tongue and see if it could touch Maren's pussy without his moving his head, just let it slide up and down her closed pussy lips. The pointed tip of his tongue could just find where her pussy lips met, only able to slide a fraction of an inch along her closed slit. He suddenly remembered the first time he dared to suggest to a girl that they French kiss - his tongue sliding on her closed lips of her mouth. They hadn't - not that time - he recalled.

He forgot about not moving his head and tilted it forward and let his tongue slide a little further up and down the smooth skin of her closed slit. After it did a couple of times, Maren's hip rolled a little closer towards him, letting his tongue slide a little further along her slit. As he was wondering if that was just a reflex, if maybe what his tongue was doing could just feel unarousingly enjoyable, like Britta's nursing on his cock, he felt Maren move slightly. His tongue continued to move on her slit, as it occurred to him, that maybe Maren had move her head a little to be able to let Britta feel what his tongue was doing, let her tongue enjoy what his was doing.

But then Maren moved again, and he more felt than heard Britta hum softly, and after a moment, he felt her tongue lick up over the end of his cock, as though it was recognizing that it wasn't a pacifier.

She hummed again and began to suck differently, and his tongue discovered that Maren's pussy lips were opening, the tip of his tongue slipping between them.

So much for experimenting with unarousing pussy-licking, he thought, and slid his face forward on Maren's thigh. Her hips rocked against his mouth, as his tongue swept over her soft inner lips and tasted that she was already moist.

His tongue continued to lap up and down, but he was more enjoying what was happening in Britta's mouth, feeling her sucking and feeling her tongue appreciating that it could now lick his knob, feeling that her lips were holding his loose skin and letting his stiffening cock push his knob out of his foreskin. His hand found her breast and squeezed it. She nodded with an "uhn-hnn."

A little reluctantly, he concentrated again on arousing Maren's pussy; it was just so good to enjoy just having his cock sucked. But it was also very delightful to explored a pussy and arouse it. He did, hoping it would be as good for Maren as he knew Britta would make it for him.

They didn't hurry; they all had so much experience arousing each other, the three of them taking turns making it more arousing and then slacking off, when they were being more aroused. When Britta did more; he let Maren recover a little, and then she wanted to do more for Britta; and she let his cock stop twitching, as he listened to and felt her moans; and then he began again, distracting Maren, who let Britta just sigh; until she started sucking and licking again.

While listening to Britta's enjoying what Maren was doing - for the second or third time? - he tried to recall if they previously had been so in accord about taking turns, and then began to arouse Maren again. When Britta started again, he he snorted and murmured:

"My turn again."

"Um-hmm!" he heard Maren agree, as Britta nodded.

They took turns for a couple of more rounds, and then he felt Britta nod with an "uhn-hnn," and her hand slid over his hip, and her fingers immediately found his asshole, rippling back and forth over it, like Maren's had in the night. As his hand left Britta's breast and moved to find Maren's asshole, he thought that she must have started their additional arousal and didn't want to wait any longer for it to become better - for all of them. Her strong hum, when his fingers touched hers, seemed to confirm his thought, and then they weren't taking turns, all of them doing everything they could to arouse each other.

For a moment, he wondered if Britta wanted to make him come in her mouth as soon as she could - it seemed like it - or whether she would slow down and want him to come when Maren gave her her orgasm. It didn't matter; he wanted to give Maren hers, for her to flood his face and let him taste her pussy juice.

He rippled his fingers past her asshole, and his index finger found her slippery pussy. She moaned, so he added his middle finger, enjoying that her tight pussy tightened even more around his fingers. She moaned again, as his fingers wiggled in her, and then Britta gasped slightly and also moaned with a momentary pause of her sucking and licking. Then she began again to suck and lick, her hand urging him to rock his hips and move his cock in her mouth, as she grasped it with her other hand.

There wasn't anything he wanted to do more, especially when one of her rippling fingertips probed in his asshole. He nodded with a moan and forgot about arousing Maren. His fingers moved by reflex in her pussy, but until he came, he just wanted to enjoy his own arousal and orgasm, and Britta seemed so eager to give it to him, to make him come in her mouth, to make his twitching cock spurt her mouth full of his semen.

It took a delightful minute or two, as he tried to prolong his arousal, but then he groaned, and his hips thrust harder, and he felt his cock spurt strongly, hearing Britta's moan and then another one, as he spurted again, and then again and again, moaning with her. When she was just swilling his semen around the head of his cock, he drew a long breath and sighed, and then resumed arousing Maren.

Now he had only one goal, to make it as good for her as he could, also for his own pleasure at experiencing her orgasm, having his face all wet in confirmation that he had done it as good as Britta had for him. Soon, she was moaning so much, that he briefly wondered if she could still be arousing her sister. When her hips twitched more strongly, and she gasped and exclaimed: "God yes!" he knew she wasn't, but felt Britta nod, apparently in agreement that he should give Maren her orgasm first.

He did. His face was wet with her pussy juice, as she convulsed with groans, her pussy clenching his pumping fingers. Just as he was triumphantly enjoying that he had made it that good for her, thinking she was finished, she gasped out: "Don't stop!" He didn't, having to wonder whether he had been wrong about thinking that she had had her complete orgasm, or if she wanted a second one. Whatever, she immediately began to convulse again with whimpering moans, that finally changed to a brief salvo of laughs, as she rocked her hips back from his face.

He felt Britta chuckle and suck and lick his cock, now stiffer again from his arousal in response to Maren's orgasm, who was sighing with moans. Then she was humming, and he heard moist noises and felt Britta moan. She sucked and licked mildly, but he rolled his hips back, and let her have her orgasm with Maren's help. He licked his wet fingers and then found Britta's breast with his hand. She was still holding his cock, clutching it, as she became more aroused, moaning and then demanding softly: "Yes, like that!" He felt her begin to twitch, as she groaned louder, and then she was also whimpering, her body spasming, as Maren's mouth made very wet noises. Both noises and her spasms continued longer than he expected, without Britta's encouragement, letting him think that they had so much experience arousing each other, that Maren knew without being told that her sister wanted more than he had expected.

Finally, it was still under the covers, Britta just sighing. He sniffed and then snorted at the strong scent of aroused pussy - pussies - in the closed space. His cock shrank in Britta's hand. She snorted and fondled his balls in his soft sack. He nodded on Maren's thigh and sniffed and snorted again, remarking:

"Smells like a lot of wet pussy."

"Hmm! Um-hmm! Aroused, very wet pussies!" Maren agreed.

Britta nodded with a snort, massaging his balls, and then adding:

"And tasted like a very aroused cock."

"Very, thank you."