Identical Twins and Father Ch. 01

They were not so tall,
but also not small.
They had nice round cheeks,
Below their eyes,
Above their thighs,
- strong firm young thighs -
And on their chests,
Had nice round breasts,
With nipples, of course,
Right in the middle,
- And not so little -
Just where they should be,
Quite pleasant to see,
In their clothes, of course.

*

Marcel picked up his identical twin daughters at their mother's place for the church choir weekend of rehearsals for its concert on Good Friday. Klara and Paula had been singing in the youth choir for years, finally "graduating" to the main adult choir. Perhaps they could have sooner, but the two of them were such a support for the youth choir, that the director had wanted to keep the two of them until the last year in their country's 13 year school system, both then eighteen.

Marcel still had difficulty telling them apart, depending more on their referring to each other by name and from Paula's usually being more direct, outspoken than her sister, who usually then agreed with whatever she said.

He enjoyed that they now saw each other at the weekly choir rehearsals, more often than they had before, since he and their mother were divorced. Their mother also liked that they could see each other in the neutral situation of their church choir. The girls were also pleased with the arrangement, enjoying that they could share their father's musical interest.

After they had greeted him with their usual cheek-kisses, they piled in the car, and he drove off. Outside of town, he took a deeper breath and said:

"Hope you don't mind; we're going to have to share a room."

"You with us?" the girls asked, almost simultaneously.

"Or you with me. Not my idea."

"Whose?"

"Rosemarie's, who organized the weekend.

"And she thought we could share a room?"

"Apparently. I had booked two rooms, one for you both and a one for me, but then she asked if we could share a room, since there was a couple that needed a double room, yours, and if we could share a room, there was a three or four bed room free."

"She just assumed that we all could sleep together, I mean, share a room?"

"I guess so. Surprised me too. Hope you don't mind."

"Surprises us too," Paula replied, after a glance at her sister, who remarked:

"She just assumed that a family, well, you and us could share a room?"

"I wasn't going to ask her, since she did. Hm-hmm! No one has said anything about the two women who agreed to share a room with a double bed."

"Really?!" Klara remarks.

"What will our room be like?" Paula asked.

"Probably a room with two bunk beds. I'll take an upper one."

"And you don't mind, think it's funny?" Paula asked.

"If Rosemarie didn't. Oh, when I was teenager, the railway just automatically assumed that my mother and your aunt and I would share a three birth railway compartment. Surprised me as much as this has surprised you."

"Just like that, back then?" Paula asked.

"Surprised us all a little, but I guess the system assumes that any family would rather be together than men or women sleeping with strangers, sharing a compartment with strangers."

"And?"

"I had the top bunk and didn't see anything, if that's what you're asking."

"Grandma and your sister."

"She was as embarrassed as I was, not my mother. Didn't see anything, didn't look."

Paula chuckled and asked:

"And you're not going to, at us, from your upper bunk?"

"Paula!" her sister complained.

Marcel just shook his head, wondering if Paula was wanting him to. He replied:

"We'll have our own bathroom; don't have to let me."

The girls are silent for a moment, then Klara remarked:

"You told Mom that we would have our own room."

"I know. Didn't tell her the change."

"Did you tell Louise."

"Didn't tell her either."

"I guess not," Klara murmured.

Marcel wondered a little about why he hadn't told his now companion, not having to wonder long, knowing that she would have been as dubious as his ex-wife about his sharing a room with his daughters, now very nubile daughters. That description of them in his mind and their comments let him wonder a little more about his agreeing to share a room with them for two nights. He assuaged his new thoughts with that that Rosemarie had taken it for granted that their sharing a room was nothing suspicious, even for a church group, maybe especially.

These thoughts, however, just made him think more about what could be suspicious about his sharing a room with his twin daughters - so nubile two daughters. He didn't like that his cock seemed to understand what could be suspicious, then wondering if he did.

He drove on, all of them silent. Then he wondered what his daughters could be thinking. Obviously, they had their own thoughts about their all sharing a room. What thoughts? That he could see them naked? He almost chuckled, wondering if they wanted him to. Did he want to? Of course he did. Who wouldn't? Or did they want to see him naked? His cock had its own mind about that possibility. Did he want them to? Better not answer that question!

Klara interrupted his thoughts:

"Mom did ask with whom we would be sharing a room. You'd said something about probably with other girls."

"Guess I did; thought that was how it would be."

"Oh, it will be all right with Pops," Paula replied.

That she gave him a slight smile, let him continue his thoughts, just nodding in response. Did Paula have similar ones? What did they wear in bed: pajamas, shorty nightgowns, nothing. Nothing, nude?! Like he did? Shit! When had he last worn pajamas, just a bottom? Was he going to have to let them see him in just his boxer shorts? Jockey shorts wouldn't be less revealing about what his cock thought of that.

He tried to thing about something else. His questions about what his daughters wore in bed were only shifted to speculations about what the younger women in the choir might wear -- or not. At least, that wasn't thoughts about his daughters. What were theirs?

They arrived at the church conference complex. To his relief, no one looked askance at his getting keys for the three of them, also the person handing out the keys, who had a list of the occupants and could recognize that he was with his daughters. They went to their room, finding that it was a four-bed room, the extra top bunk folded up. They dropped their bags and had to hurry to supper and then to the first rehearsal.

After the rehearsal, most of the choir sat together drinking beer or wine, as usual. Paula and Klara joined some of the younger members; Marcel sat with other tenors, relieved that no one mentioned their sharing a room, although there is a reference to the two women having booked a room with a double bed. He saw that the girls were having a glass of wine, and another one, while he and the others at his table drank beer. After their third bottles, they agreed that it was bedtime, having seen others already leaving the room.

When they stood up and returned their empty bottles to the beer case, the girls noticed, and also stood up. Marcel had been considering going to the toilet before the three of them returned to their room, but when they joined him, he decided that could only emphasize his misgivings about their sharing the room and bathroom. They went to the room. As he was unlocking the door, he murmured:

"I've got to go."

The girls just nodded, letting him enter the room first. He immediately went in the bathroom, closing the door, and used the toilet, trying not to splash in the water in the toilet bowl. When one of the girls called "Hurry, we have to, too," he flushed and forewent washing his hands and zipping up his pants and opened the door.

Klara was waiting, giving him a wry smile, and hurried past him. Paula also smiled at him, a little apologetically, her knees twitching, as she called to her sister: "You hurry too."

He saw her glance down at his open fly and that she grinned.

"One of you said that I should hurry."

"Klara; always has to go sooner."

He nodded, remembering that it had been that way when they were kids, before the divorce. Paula wrinkled her nose and remarked: "Just sooner, I have to, too. Hurry, Klara," as she undid the top button of her jeans. They were both slightly surprised when Klara opened the door, still pulling up her jeans. She shrugged and said:

"You said 'hurry'."

Paula was already going into the bathroom, just kicking the door to, leaving it unlatched. Klara gave him a wry smile, noticing that his fly was open, and shrugged again. Instead of closing her jeans, she started to shove them down, not looking at him as she murmured:

"I guess so; we're going to have to start getting undressed."

That surprised him too, a little more, but he liked that she had introduced the subject, agreeing less softly: "Yeah, of course."

Klara had turned away from him as she pushed them past her hips. For a moment, he thought she was already shoving down her panties, seeing the start of her ass. She couldn't have meant getting that undressed in front of him, he thought. She hadn't. She reached back and fished her panties from further down in her jeans. When she had them up where they belonged, she gave him a glance and said:

"She said to hurry. Forgot that I hadn't really pulled them up."

"Had me wondering for a moment. Seen you both in bikinis, underwear isn't much different, also my boxer shorts."

She nodded, and they both took off their pants. They heard the toilet flush, and then Paula joined, just carrying her jeans, remarking:

"No reason to pull them up again."

He and Klara nodded, and they all smiled a little wryly. When he started to unbutton his shirt, the girls glanced at each, shrugging slightly and began to unbutton their blouses. He wasn't sure he should watch them, but since they didn't turn away, he also didn't, but he knew why he should; their bikini tops were more substantial than their bras, hiding their nipples, whereas he could already see where they were through their bras and loosened blouses.

Were they aroused? Maybe not; it seemed as though their nipples were always a little evident, but that suggested that the cups of their bras were pretty flimsy. He tried to avoid staring, but an unintended glance at the front of their panties was not the right alternative. They were plain, cotton, nothing sexy, but fit well, so well that from his briefest of a glance he could recognize that they didn't shave. That answered a question that a father shouldn't have about his daughters, that seeing their bikini bottoms hadn't answered.

Meanwhile, all his and the girls' buttons were undone. When he started to take off his shirt - pulling his stomach in a little - the girls glanced at each other, tilting their heads questioningly, and then flipped open the fronts of their blouses, identical twins mirroring each other's movement, and with identical little smiles as they both looked at him. Two against one, he thought, recalling how they teamed up when they both agreed, strength in numbers.

He returned their smiles, looking at their faces, but recognizing that their nipples really were sticking out -- more than before? They didn't start to take off their blouses, still looking at him. Were they waiting for him to look at their breasts, to see his eyes drop down?

"Seen us in bikinis," Klara remarked, smirking very slightly.

Paula nodded with the same expression. They wanted him to look, expected him to, and must know that their matching bras were more revealing than their bikini tops. He did, they were. Not just that their tight nipples -- all four of them -- were sticking out, their darker color was evident through the thin material. When he glanced back up at their faces, they both were smirking a little more, then simultaneously began to take off their blouses. He smiled wryly and remarked:

"Well, a little more different from your bikinis than I expected, but I guess you knew."

The girls both nodded with slight grins, apparently pleased with what they had done. When they had laid them aside, Paula turned back to him with an impish smile and asked:

"Want us to take them off too?"

"Paula!" her sister objected, no longer in the identical twin role.

Paula was already reaching behind her back, smirking at him, waiting for his response.

"Don't tease. No. Well, ..." he couldn't suppress a smile: "Just don't."

Klara looked relieved. Paula feigned a disappointed expression, but then grinned at him. Then she looked at her sister and said:

"I wasn't really going to."

"I sure hope not,"

"Me too. Now go brush your teeth and put on your pajamas or whatever in the bathroom," he remarked in a more fatherly tone.

The girls turned to their bag and replied in unison:

"Shorty nightgowns."

"Our prettiest ones," Paula added with her impish smile, holding hers up to her shoulders for him to see, holding it close enough for her breasts to press it out a little.

Klara also held hers up, not so close to her shoulders, but with a slightly apprehensive expression.

"Why your prettiest ones, not for me, you didn't know you'd be sleeping wi... - be sharing a room with me?"

Klara looked more apprehensive. Paula hesitated, wrinkling her nose, then replied:

"Maybe for those two guys we were sitting with tonight."

"Paula!" her sister admonished, blushing. Paula then also blushed, lowering her shorty, revealing that her nipples were erect.

In an instant, he recognized why Klara had been looking apprehensive, that she was party to what her sister had told -- both of them agreed that they might have done something with the boys if they had had a room by themselves. Well, he knew that they had the pill, their mother had told him. They couldn't be virgins any more, if they had been planning that. That all went through his mind in just the second or two for him to hesitate, before asking:

"Oh! Really? Did they know?"

Klara shook her head, blushing a little more deeply, letting him think that she had understood what his thoughts could have been. Paula had also shaken her head, also blushing - identical twins - but managed to reply:

"Not yet, no. And just 'maybe.' Good thing, since we have to slee ... - are sharing a room with you."

Klara nodded, looking less embarrassed. He nodded with a very wry smile, then chuckling. The girls both looked relieved, exchanging wry grins with each other and then at him. They all chuckled, almost laughing. He remarked:

"Yeah, well, 'good thing' they don't. Didn't think church choir weekends were like that. Go change."

Klara escaped to the bathroom, too small for more than one person.

"And the bottom?" he called after her. She just closed the door. Paula smirked slightly, replying for her - and herself:

"Those bloomer things? Just panties. You've seen them already."

"Those 'bloomer things' could look too 'little girl'?"

Paula wrinkled her nose, neither blushing nor nodding. He suddenly wondered if the guys could tell them apart, if they would have cared, if the girls' plan had materialized. He shrugged and said:

"I guess you two don't have any secrets, are pretty agreed about a lot of things."

"Um-hmm, of course. She just lets me talk more."

"And you let her use the toilet first."

"Um-hmm," Paula agreed with a smile. It shifted to her impish one, and she asked:

"And what do you wear in bed?"

"My shorts."

She looked down at them and chuckles, remarking:

"We were wondering what kind you wear."

"Now you know, like I know what you two wear."

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! That was funny, that we both wanted to show you our bras."

"Sure was, a little -- twins. Looked like you were just waiting for me to look."

"I guess we were. We weren't thinking about the boys just then."

"Hmm? I hope not, ... and, ... uh, hope you weren't thinking about me."

"Hm-hmm! Like that?!"

They both chuckled, more snickered, smiling at each other. Her nipples had popped out again. She unconcernedly rubbed a forearm over them, remarking:

"And knew you could see them, too. Probably wouldn't have worn these bras, if we'd known we be with you."

"Hm-hmm! For the boys, but now they can't?"

"Maybe," she replied with an unembarressed grin.

Klara had opened the door and asked:

"'For the boys, but now they can't.' Can't what? What have you been talking about?"

Paula glanced for him to reply; it had been his remark. Besides, he didn't want her to have hear another admonishing "Paula" from her sister.

"Can't see your bras. She was saying that it had been funny how you both wanted to let me see them."

"Paula!"

He hadn't saved her from hearing that. She replied evenly:

"It was, you know it was, we both did, both wanted to."

"Hmm?! Yeah, but, ... you didn't have to tell him."

"Too late," he interjected, adding: "Besides, it was funny, like seeing you rescue your panties out of your jeans."

Klara smiled wryly, nodding, then also rubbed an arm over her erect nipples, giving him a smaller wry smile. He could still see where they were, however. Having glanced at Paula's a couple of times during their conversation, he recognized that without her bra Klara's were still at the same level, that their nice round breasts didn't need a bra to make them so attractive. He couldn't confirm this with another glance at Paula's, who had disappeared in the bathroom, again not closing the door completely.

Klara dropped her bra on the chair and looked at him again with small smile and remarked:

"She didn't have tell you that, about the guys. What else did you talk about?"

"Hmmm? I guess it was mostly about that. Oh, that you were wondering what kind of shorts I wear."

"Now we know, like you know about our underwear."

"About what I said. Well, you heard about that just now."

"Hmm? I guess we did. ... Weren't you shocked, that about the guys?"

"A little, more just surprised, knowing you have the pill."

"You do?!"

"The kind of thing even a divorced father/husband is told."

"Oh! Hmm! I guess so."

"So I rationalized why not, that I shouldn't be too surprised about the guys, even that you both seemed agreed about 'maybe'."

Klara's nipples had popped out again. She just nodded this time with a small wry smile. Then she nodded with a more wry expression, remarking:

"I guess so. Oh, it was just 'maybe,' very 'maybe.' Don't think we have ever done it together before."

"Hmm? Hm-hmm! Hadn't thought that far."

They both chuckled. She remarked:

"It was her idea, but I guess, if it happened, I would too."

"If they would?"

"Hmm! Don't ask. Guess we were assuming that they would. Hmm? Just as well that it didn't get to that."

"Saved by having to share a room with me?" This time he didn't slip up by starting to say: sleep with me.

"Yeah, maybe. Oh! Not like that 'maybe'!"

They both chuckled, more snickering, like he and Paula had before, but Klara's nice round cheeks had reddened. His eyes had dropped down to her erect nipples. Paula stuck her head through the door and asked:

"What was that about: 'maybe, not like that maybe'?"

This time he looked at Klara for her to answer; it had been her remark. She shrugged with slightly wry smile, then looked at her sister and explained:

"We've used that word too much - about the guys - and I was saying that maybe it was better that we are sleeping with Pops."

He blushed slightly at hearing her complete the phrase he had tried to avoid -- and with his name. He hadn't really been thinking about sleeping with them - not that way - just been aborting the expression when the words were in his mouth. Klara was really blushing now, with most prominent nipples. Her embarrassment at recognizing what she had said was only accentuated by her clapping her hands over her breasts.