Farmer's Daughters

He pushed Sharon onto her back and hopped onto his knees between her legs. His cock was like a weather vane pointed at the sky.

"Put me inside her, Rose," he said.

Rose sat up. She looked at Sharon, then at Willy. Willy took her hand and placed it back on his cock.

"Put me in."

Rose leaned close and Willy kissed her as she fed his cock into her sister's open snatch. Willy started poking Sharon and felt Rose's hand on his ass. He stopped momentarily and reached behind himself and took Rose's hand, singled out her index finger and put her fingertip to his asshole.

"Put it in," he said.

He felt her long, slim finger slide all the way in.

"That's it. Keep it in there."

Then he got back to it. Willy fucked Sharon and they gave Rose quite a show. He pounded her like she was the last piece of ass he'd get before heading off to war. Raunchy, loud, wild, whore-in-bed Sharon was on full display, squealing and screeching and quaking. Fucking Sharon was always intense, but Willy found it even more heightened, almost intoxicating, fucking her with Rose's finger up his ass.

Sharon screamed like she was lying on hot coals and talked dirty as usual when she came. Willy wasn't far behind, but her body was in tremors and became a moving target as he screwed her and tried to keep his cock inside her. Sharon's body finally had calmed to a simmer by the time Willy's cum came to a boil and he slammed her good six or seven final times before he emptied his semen into her.

Willy pulled himself off and collapsed beside Sharon and felt a sharp jolt up his ass as he did so. Rose's finger was still up there.

"Oh, sorry," he said. "God, that was good. I hope you girls don't give me a heart attack."

He kissed both ladies and lay between them, holding them, until they all fell asleep.

--

Willy woke in the middle of the night. Both girls were under a mountain of covers, sleeping on their sides facing away from him. Power was still out. He got up to get a drink of water and walked to the kitchen and looked out the window. The wind had abated and the snow had tapered off but was still falling in tiny flakes. There had to be two feet of snow out there.

The fire had died down so he stoked it back up, added wood and got it roaring again.

"Good idea," Rose said. "It's cold." Sharon continued in a deep sleep.

"Well, maybe we should warm each other up," Willy said, and scrambled under the blankets and took her in his arms. Her body was lukewarm but her nose and hands were cold.

"That's the first time I've ever seen a naked man working in a fireplace," she said. "Nice view."

Willy kissed her and Rose didn't hold back. Her mouth opened and accepted his tongue and they were kissing passionately in an instant. Willy's hand went between her legs and entered her pussy which became wet with his touch. He gently bit her nipples and she sighed quietly and found his now-hard cock with her hand. He rolled on top of her and she slid his cock into her.

"Sweet," she said.

Their bodies fell in an nice, easy, quiet fuck. It was a slow build, gradually increasing their matched rhythm, finally building into the percussion of sex. Willy slipped his finger into her ass.

"You like ass, don't you?" she whispered.

"Yep. Maybe you do too," he said.

"Yeah, Maybe."

"Maybe I can put something else up there sometime."

"Yeah, maybe."

Willy fucked her a little harder, and reamed her butt with a little extra force, and they came almost simultaneously, and Rose murmured her pleasure and Willy stifled his groan into her hair, and they afterwards agreed it was the quietest, gentlest, smoothest lovemaking they could remember.

--

The sun wasn't quite up yet, but Willy was. The fire was good, the girls were sleeping peacefully, the power was still out, but the snow had stopped. Willy got up, got dressed, bundled up, put his boots on and went outside to shovel snow.

The snow was high and drifted in spots. He cleared a walkway first then swept the snow off of Rose's car and dug it out. The plow had come through again overnight but there was still a four or five-inch base on the street, and the pile beside the road blocking the driveway was almost four feet high. He got working on that next.

After about an hour he'd cleared enough so that Rose could drive out when he noticed the overhead light on the breezeway was illuminated. The power was back on. He was getting hungry. He walked over and looked into the living room window to see if the girls were up yet. He was surprised by what he saw. They were awake alright, but were not up yet. Their bodies were locked into sixty-nine position, both muff-diving.

Willy went back to shoveling, and dug his own car out.

--

Done shoveling, Willy entered his kitchen from the breezeway and smelled eggs and bacon frying and fresh coffee brewing. Sharon was dressed and showered and standing at the stove. Willy put his arms around her and kissed her.

"Happy birthday," she said, and handed him a long, flat box.

He opened it. It was a necktie with little red hearts all over it. They both laughed.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome. A little anticlimactic, huh?"

"I'll say. Last night was incredible, you both were. I'd like to be a fly on the wall when Jed gets his birthday present."

"Go get a shower, Birthday Boy. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

Willy didn't mention what he'd seen Sharon and Rose doing when he'd peeked in the window, and neither did she. He walked down the hall toward his bedroom. The hallway bathroom door was closed and the shower was running. He thought for a second about going in and jumping in the shower with Rose but he didn't want to push his luck. So he went into the master bath and turned the shower on hot.

--

The next few times Willy and Sharon got together with Rose and Jed things were comfortable all around. Rose would greet him with a kiss and there was a lot of laughter and a lot more touching going on. There was a new level of ease with all four of them. Willy had felt like he was in love with Sharon for some time, but now he felt like he was in love with Rose too. Could he really love both?

The night of Jed's birthday came. Willy had a gig that night and Jed, Rose and Sharon came by for the first set. When they left Willy kissed both girls and shook Jed's hand and told him to have fun but to try not to hurt himself. Willy's mind stayed occupied through the gig but when he went home he couldn't think of anything else. His thoughts were a parade of images of Sharon and Rose kissing Jed and sucking his cock and licking him, and swallowing his cum, and fucking him, and maybe even fucking each other. He began to wonder what gifts the girls would ask for when their birthdays rolled around.

Willy later asked Jed how he'd liked his birthday present and Jed just smiled with a dreamy look in his eyes and said 'Fucking amazing'. He asked Sharon how it was fucking Jed, and she said 'He was really good for a midget'.

The four of them reached a whole new level of intimacy after that, and they all began spending more time together. About once a month they'd go away for a weekend together and usually one night Willy and Jed would swap girlfriends. It was weird at first, Willy going to bed with Rose while Sharon and Jed were screwing in the next room, but it happened and was accepted and after a while, expected. And yes, Rose's backdoor was always open.

The subject of marriage had come up many times between Willy and Sharon and between Jed and Rose, and eventually became a topic of discussion for all four of them. How about a double wedding?

Sharon and Rose's family were Catholic, but they had left the church years before. No church wedding for these girls.

Jed came up with the idea of them getting married in a hot air balloon, high up above the countryside, with just a couple close friends as witnesses. Then they could honeymoon together. They all loved the idea.

The girls didn't want a priest, so who would conduct the ceremony and read the vows? Willy made a suggestion.

"Jarvis," he said.

"Jarvis?" they asked in unison.

"Yeah, Reverend Jarvis. My magazine did a feature a few months ago and I met him. Nice guy, but kind of eccentric. Has a struggling little church in a storefront out on the bypass road, probably only draws thirty or forty people to a service, but preaches up a storm and works as a maintenance man during the week. I'm sure he could use the money."

Just like that it was decided that Jarvis was their man. Willy would hire the minister, Jed would arrange for the balloon. They chose a Saturday about a month away and decided where they would go for their joint honeymoon, and Rose and Sharon would handle the travel plans. The guys would pay for it all, of course.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of planning and preparation for all four of them. There would be no fancy dress for the occasion but they all had to arrange for time off and the guys had to buy rings (they shopped together so neither showed the other guy up). They applied for marriage licenses and notified a few choice friends and of course told their families, even though there wasn't room on the balloon for them. There would be a big party afterwards for everybody to celebrate.

--

The wedding day was fit for a storybook. Warm spring day, clear blue, cloudless sky, visibility unlimited. At about 2000 feet altitude they could see for many miles around, the national forest and the bay twenty miles distant. Pam and Utah were there, as well as Sharon and Rose's older sister and one of Jed's coworkers.

The vows were simple, and Jarvis stumbled through them twice, getting the names right most of the time. The rings fit. When it came time to kiss the brides, they all hugged, and both girls kissed both men.

They weren't up in the air more than thirty minutes. Willy walked with Jarvis to his car. He paid the man and thanked him, and they talked for several minutes, then he gave him an extra hundred bucks as a gratuity. Then all headed to the Yacht Club to party.

"You know, it feels like all four of us just got married," Sharon said, as they rode to the reception.

Rose, Jed and Willy agreed. They felt the same way.

The party was a blast. Sixty-eight guests kissed and hugged the brides and grooms, everybody danced and drank and ate and drank some more. The newlyweds all went home to Willy's house. Their bags were packed. They would be getting up early in the morning to drive to the airport.

--

They flew to a tropical island and arrived at the resort in mid-afternoon. The girls had rented a villa on a bluff overlooking the Caribbean. The place had two bedrooms, large living area and balcony, and a Jacuzzi the size of a small swimming pool. The semi-private beach was a five minute walk and was clothing-optional. They went to the beach and drank rum drinks for the rest of the afternoon, and messed around a little in the sand.

That night, after showers and dinner out, they were all sitting in a circle, relaxing and facing each other, naked in the Jacuzzi, boy-girl-boy-girl. Willy had a hand on each girl, and so did Jed. The girls' hands weren't idle, either.

"Willy, do you mind if I borrow your wife tonight?" Jed said.

Willy looked at Sharon. He detected a barely-noticeable nod and that coy smile of hers.

"Oh, I think that sounds like plan," Willy said. "But don't throw your back out or anything. Take it easy on him, Sharon."

"I'll try," she said.

Jed and Sharon rose out of the tub and grabbed their towels. Sharon's hand must have been busy underwater because Jed's cock was already fully erected and looked huge on his small frame.

"Goodnight, Honey," Sharon said, and kissed Willy. Then she and Jed kissed Rose.

Willy watched them walk away side by side, holding hands, Sharon towering over him.

"What a slut my sister is," Rose said. "Only married two days and she's already cheating on her husband."

Willy laughed. "I know, it's terrible. And look at that snake, cheating on his new wife!"

Rose smiled and put her hand between Willy's legs, found his cock, stroked it. She kissed him and was soon tonguing his open mouth, his hand massaging her breast.

"Take me to bed," she said. "I brought lube."

They got out of the tub and toweled each other off. Willy picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, over the threshold, so to speak. He threw her onto the bed, and they made love. He ate her and sucked her and licked her and fucked her and she sucked him and licked him and fucked him and they both came twice before Rose opened the lube tube and Willy fucked her sublime backchannel.

That week they did a little sightseeing, but most days were spent topless on the beach until they went back to the villa for afternoon delights. They ate their dinners out. They'd come back from dinner and get naked and into the Jacuzzi, where the sex would usually get started before they headed to bed. The first six nights Willy and Jed slept with each sister three times. They all spent the last night in the giant king bed. Side by side Jed fucked Rose and Willy fucked Sharon, and then they traded. The girls sucked cocks and traded. The guys even got an unexpected show watching Rose and Sharon going at it.

--

They returned home after an incredible honeymoon and tried to get back in the swing of normal life. Sharon moved in with Willy. Rose and Jed rented an apartment together. They resumed their pre-marriage routine of partying together on the weekends and going to Willy's gigs.

A few weeks later Willy discovered an interesting fact. He checked the documents from the county courthouse regarding their wedding and marriages. The four of them had filed their applications properly, but evidently Reverend Jarvis had mixed things up when he did the recording paperwork.

"You sly dog," Willy said softly, smiling.

He shook his head and laughed to himself as he read the docs, but there it was in black and white: Willy was now legally married to Rose, and Sharon was legally married to Jed.

He was not looking forward to telling the others about the screw-up. He was the one who had recommended Jarvis in the first place. He was still deciding how to tell the others when they all received another piece of surprising news.

Rose was pregnant.

Willy decided he'd leave things alone for a while, keep it to himself, play dumb. Why upset everybody if he didn't have to? Wait till the baby is born, do a DNA test, determine who the father is. Who knows? Maybe the screw-up would end up being a blessing in disguise.

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