Three Become One Ch. 16

But more on that later.

"Mmm...Daddy..." the twin stroking my cock said as she turned her head to try and look at me. Beside me her sister had sprawled out on her back and was breathing heavily as she recovered from her orgasm. I was thoroughly enjoying watching her giant breasts heave as they rose and fell with every breath she took.

I turned my attention back to the girl stroking my cock and she continued with her commentary.

"I can feel your cum coated all over your hard cock! It feels so warm, Daddy. And your cock is still so hard! Can I please clean it for you? With my mouth? Pleeeeeeease, Daddy?"

"On one condition." I said, commandingly. "Clean the cum off your twin sister first."

"Yes, Daddy! Of course!" she said, excitedly. I watched as she hurriedly turned around and leaned down over her sister on the bed. She began to lick every inch of her sister's face -- making sure to rid of any residual cum in the process. I could see what looked to be the makings of animosity emerging from the twin on her back; she was clearly upset to have my cum being removed from her body. But, in yet another example of twinnection, I saw a very visible change take place in her throughout the process. A sisterly change. And from then on she was happy that her sister was happy. They really are very good girls.

I took this opportunity to gather myself; making sure I was at one hundred percent for this next round of sex I was about to have. Once I saw the girls becoming more and more sympathetic with each other and their concerns for each other's happiness I saw another opportunity grow and decided to take advantage of it.

"Make out with her." I said as I stroked my cock.

Neither twin did so much as look at me when I threw out that command. In fact, there were no visible signs of confirmation that they had even heard me. Yet both girls responded immediately, and exactly in the same way: by kissing each other. And kissing each other sloppily. Their saliva dripped down over each other's mouths and lips. When they pulled away there were strings of spit connecting them. They met each other's gazes the way two people might do when making love. It was an incestuous dream come true, and it was more than enough to convince me that I was, indeed, ready for this next round of sex to begin.

With renewed sexual passion I took hold of the twin hovering over and making out with her sister; completely denying her the opportunity to clean off my dick as she had requested. I flipped her around so that she was on her back and before she could make herself comfortable, before her head even hit the pillow even, I was looming over her and ready to get started. Her form darkened in the shadow of my body taking place over her. Her overwhelming and feminine glow suddenly disappeared; stripped away by the sheer force of my masculinity. In that moment she could have been anyone or anything. She could have been a feminist or a yuppie. A model or a senator. She could have been something otherworldly like an angel or a goddess. In any of those scenarios there was only one binding common denominator -- whatever the world classified her as she classified herself as only one thing: mine.

I leaned down over her neck and began to plant kisses on her. She arched her back at the sensation of my lips making contact with her skin. The action not only made her arch her back into me, but it also caused her to take deeper and more prolonged breaths. As a result of this her giant tits pressed into me from down below. I couldn't help but kiss my way down her neck and over her décolletage; making my way down to those big tits of hers that I craved so intensely. Once I felt the warm swell of her bosom softly caressing my cheeks and face I stuck my tongue out and let it trail down over the slope of her breast. When I reached the peak of her busty mountain I flicked her nipple back and forth with my tongue. This drove her crazy...and she let the entire house know in a very loud and audible way.

"UH! UHH! UH! YES! YES! YESSS!" she cried out.

I brought my lips together over her hardened bud and began to suck. After a few moments I switched to her other breast and nipple and give them the same treatment. I alternated between moth of her giant globes for what must have been at least ten minutes before finally deciding to move on and continue with the sex.

Her sister was sprawled out on the bed next to me; still coming to grips with the amount of cum I had showered her with previously, and so I opted to take my own cock in hand and guide it into my girl's pussy. Soon she was moaning in a very sexual tone as I felt my cockhead once again entering her warm depths. Before long I felt as though I was returning home as the feeling of both her and her sister's identical pussies enveloped my cock simultaneously and filled my head with thoughts of banging twins.

"Ohhhhh...fuuuuuuck...!" my girl moaned below me as my cock crept in and penetrated her. "Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUCK! You're so fucking BIG!"

"That's it, babygirl..." I said as I slid more of my thick cock into her, eventually sinking into her entirely. "Keep praising me. Keep praising Daddy's cock."

"You're so big andhhhaaarrrrr...ahhh...!"

I had begun violently thrusting in and out of her for reasons I didn't fully understand. Why had I decided to cut her off? No idea. But what can I say? My cock wants what it wants.

"Aaargh! Uh! Fuck...uh!" I grunted as I speared into her over and over again. Her pussy walls were lining my cock like they were made for it, and for good reason. I was banging my girls so frequently that their bodies had started to mold themselves around my cock out of sheer adaptation instincts. Very soon my cock would be the only cock that could bring any of them even the slightest glimpses of pleasure. And that excited me.

"UH! UH! UH! BIG AND HAAAAARD!" my girl screamed out. "Fuck you're so big, Daaaaaaady UH! UH! FUCK!"

My cock was like a piston penetrating her repeatedly. I effortlessly banged into her, keeping my body in check the entire time so as not to end things too quickly. During all this I looked over at Gabi as I rammed my cock into the blonde babe below me. Gabi was sitting on my nightstand with her knees up to her chest; gazing at the entire lewd scene like she couldn't believe what was happening. It was as if she was trying to shield her eyes through parted fingers. It was very cute and very sexy all at the same time.

With my gaze on Gabi I began to ram even harder into the blonde twin below me; mercilessly giving her the pounding that she'd been asking me for without ever once uttering a single word about it.

"Yeah...yeahhh..." I moaned out, my cock sheathed in a tunnel of feminine flesh as I looked over at Gabi. "Take it...take it you fucking teen whore! Do you like Daddy's cock? Do you like taking this pounding?"

"YES!" the blonde girl cried out. "UH! UH! FUCK! I love getting POUNDED by you, Daddy!!"

I felt a pair of hands reach around my abdomen. The girl next to me had finally recovered from the orgasm I'd given her and she was showing me adoration my touching me and rubbing me while I fucked her sister.

"Yes...Daddy..." she cooed into my ear. "Pound her. Give it to her! Fuck my twin sister until you cum..."

"OH FUCK!"I moaned out.

She began to kiss my neck as she rubbed my pecs and muscles. Below me my balls were slapping into her sister as my hard cock stretched her body out. Her vag and my cock were in a tug of war; each challenging the other for dominance. I'd won every single battle up until that point, and I was never going to lose.

Her sister's praise was enough to send me over the edge for the second time that evening, and as soon as I felt the cum rising up through my shaft I pulled out.

"Grab my dick." I said to the twin behind me. "Jack me off on to your busty sister's face and tits!"

Wordlessly, her hands moved downward and took hold of my cock. I felt her huge tits pressing into my back from behind, and within moments my cock was cumming for the second time that night...all over her identical twin sister.

"Ohhhrrrr...fuck! Uh! UH! FUCK!" I yelled out.

My cum flew from my dick like it had been imprisoned there for years. Large strands of my thick, white semen were shot forth. The first strand landed on my pillow above her head, but gravity made sure that the entirety of the strand lined her body from the top of her head down to her neckline. The next shot was more like a missile. It collided with her upper lip and splattered across her entire face.

Shot after shot I felt my cock being stroked by the daintiest of fingers. I throbbed in her feminine grasp angrily as I came all over her. By the time I was done I knew I was completely and utterly spent. I had nothing left to give. Everything I had was on the girl below me, and by the time I felt the welcoming invite of the pillow on the back of my head she was already shivering in orgasm. I placed my arm around her and comforted her as she started the same recovery process her busty sister had just undergone. The latter sister quickly took to cleaning me up, despite the fact that I had not ordered her to do so. When she was finished and my cock had been licked and sucked completely dry she cuddled with me and I placed my arm around her just as my other arm was draped across her identical twin. I held the two twin bombshells against me possessively and dominantly. They each continued to praise me, in turn. They spoke of how good my cock felt inside them, how tasty my sperm was, etc.

As we all three drifted off to sleep I stole one last glance at Gabi sitting atop my nightstand right next to my bed. I stared at her until she became aware I was staring, and then she turned to look at me and our gazes met. With the twins curled up in my arms and fast asleep she puckered her lips at me and gave me an air-kiss. Then she mouthed the words "Good night, Daddy" to me and I closed my eyes for the night.

* * * * *

The following day was a busy one. I'd known it was going to be even while I had been fucking the twins in my bedroom while Gabi watched the night before. Yes, the girls pretty much took care of everything that happened in and around the house in terms of cleaning and cooking and what not. But there were a few things that I had been meaning to do that I still had not gotten around to doing. That particular list went as follows: yardwork, gutter-cleaning, cleaning out the pool, detailing my vehicles, re-arranging the equipment and furniture down in the basement. That last one included moving various heavy pieces of exercise equipment and random furniture. When I had found myself faced with similar tasks in the past which required the help of another pair of hands I usually phoned a friend, and it was usually Wendell. I didn't see how I could possibly have Wendell help me out with that now, seeing as how I couldn't find any way to completely shield him from what had been going on in my home as of late.

I wasn't even entirely sure Wendell alone would be enough, to be honest.

Aside from the exercise equipment my parents owned and had stopped using I also had my own equipment down there. Admittedly it had been a while since I had used any of it, but seeing as how I had been doing a lot of cardio and eating considerably better thanks to the twins I determined that as long as I got back to working out again soon my health wouldn't take too much of a hit. I had, after all, been exercising my muscles during sex. Fucking the girls from a standing position while I held them in my arms was just one example of how, and that usually lasted for at least fifteen to twenty minutes.

But I digress.

Apart from the exercise equipment there was a billiard table, a ping pong table, at least four leather chairs, one leather couch, and a smattering of other furniture pieces I can't list at the moment.

Oh!

I suppose I should explain all of that. At a certain point my father had turned the basement into a kind of "man-cave" for him and his friends to spend their time in. This was, of course, long before either of my parents ever became ill. For the longest time I was never actually allowed to go down to the basement, presumably because it also contained a complete bar which my father had always kept fully stocked. By the time I reached high school my father had allowed me to turn the basement into a makeshift gym, as years prior to this my mother had gotten into a sort of physical fitness kick. I can remember times when she forced my father down there to use the treadmill or stationary bikes or what have you. I look back on the hilarity of those moments spent with my mother and father fondly.

But once again...I digress.

The billiard table is probably what posed the biggest obstacle, and I wasn't even sure I would be able to handle everything else by myself. So I decided to tackle the basement last and focus on my other tasks first. I didn't think it a big deal to put off the basement as it would probably take me at least a week to do everything else. One thing that I did want to get done immediately was setting up those Alexa devices, but as that was an indoor thing I decided to leave that until I was done working outside for the day.

At breakfast I explained to Gabi and the twins what I would be doing, and after looking at the schedule I saw that Tiffany was supposed to be by later. If the girls were on foot when they came over they had a habit of walking around the side of my house which made it seem like they were simply passing by, and so I instructed the girls to let Tiffany know to wait until I was no longer in the front yard before she "passed by." The girls agreed, but I got the distinct impression that somehow the twins had already thought of this. There was just something in the tone of their voice.

Throughout the course of my yardwork I would occasionally see one or more of the girls sneaking glances at me from a window. They were always careful about it; almost as if they were spying on me. And at one particular point I actually saw the front door open as a dainty index finger stuck out and beckoned me inside.

I wiped some sweat off my forehead and then promptly went into my house.

Inside I immediately felt the cold rush of the air condition cooling me down. I also became instantly aware that I was sweating...and the fact that I was wearing a somewhat revealing muscle shirt. I didn't know how long I'd been working for, but there was no way I was going to finish before the sun went down.

In front of me stood one of the twins. She was staring at me with wide, awe-struck eyes; and she held a glass in her hands.

"Would you like some lemonade, Daddy?" she asked of me as she held the beverage out.

"Sure," I said, taking the beverage from her hand and taking a quick sip. "But turn the AC down. Otherwise I might have a heat stroke."

"Yes, sir..." she said, hurriedly running over to the thermostat.

I took another sip from the glass and watched as she finished adjusting the air condition before slowly turning back around and approaching me again.

"Is this the only reason you wanted me to come in?" I asked of her.

"Umm...no, Daddy..." she said, a sheepish tone in her voice.

"What else, then?" I asked.

"We, umm...we wanted to let you know that Tiffany called and said she would be here in about thirty minutes..."

I took another sip as I let my mind think.

"Really?" I said. "Hm...well, I wanted to have those devices set up before she got here..."

The busty blonde simply looked at me and didn't say a word. Her eyes asked all the questions she didn't need to, however. And so I answered them.

"Well," I said. "I suppose now is as good a time to stop as any. I can have these things set up before she gets here. And there's really no point in risking someone seeing Tiff approach my home with me seemingly allowing it."

She looked at me with this ominous look in her eyes.

"What do you want us to do, Daddy?" she asked.

"Come upstairs with me." I said to no one in particular.

Once upstairs and in the bedroom I set to work on unboxing one of the devices. It turned out to be a simple installation; little more had to be done than just plugging it in. Once it was set up I handed a few of the devices to the girls and told them to take those downstairs. I watched them leave with boxes in hand and then made my way to Amber's room down the hall. I repeated the installation in her room, and then walked across the hall to Tiffany's room and repeated the process one more time. Upon completing it I heard the device make a noise. Startled, I jumped back a bit and then relaxed when I heard one of the twins' voices coming from the speaker.

"Daddy?" she said. "Daddy? Are you there? Can you hear me?"

"Umm...yeah. I can hear you." I answered, my heart still somewhat racing. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Daddy. Loud and clear."

"Good." I said. I smiled to myself. That feature alone was one I was going to definitely make use of, and probably get my money's worth from. "This thing is pretty neat."

I heard the girls giggling over the speaker.

"You boys sure do love your toys, don't you?" one of them said.

"Yes. We do." I laughed. "Will you girls finish setting those up downstairs for me? I'm gonna head to the basement."

"Of course, Daddy!" the twins answered.

And with that I heard the device make another sound which told me I was no longer in communication with the twins. True to my word I made my way to the basement in order to install one of the devices there, but when I descended the last step and looked out over the basement I saw some unusual occurrences.

First, I noticed that some of the machines had been moved around slightly. Second, I saw that they had been used; despite the fact that I couldn't remember the last time I used them. And finally I saw that there were articles of clothing, towels, yoga mats, water bottles, and other items thrown about which did not belong to me. It didn't take long for me to realize that these items belonged to the twins as they almost all came in identical pairs. At the same time I deduced that the twins had been using my workout equipment for some time already. I thought it strange that they had never mentioned it or asked my permission, but I was also aware of the fact that they probably did not want me to know just how much they had to work to keep themselves looking the way they did. I doubted there was anything I could have said or done to truly convince them that I didn't care how hard they had to work or even what the end result was for that matter; they were probably much too self-conscious about it anyway. On top of that I actually found it rather endearing that they felt comfortable enough in my own home to act as if it was their home as well. I've mentioned before that seeing their girlish belongings casually thrown about my home did things to my body for reasons I didn't fully understand, and the items in the basement were definitely no exception.

I finished setting up the device there, and when I made my way back upstairs I made sure to address something with the twins.

"Girls..." I said. "I've just come from the basement and I couldn't help but notice that you have a lot of stuff down there."

At this the twins both turned their full attention to me and stood in front of me side by side, stiffly. I think they were trying to convey submissiveness as best they could.

"We're sorry, Daddy..." they said. "We can move all of our stuff if you want!"

"No, it's okay. I honestly don't mind." I assured them. "However, I do plan on doing some things in the basement at some point in the future. Whenever I can find the time and the means, that is."

"Really? What kinds of things?" one of the twins asked me. The looks on their faces had gone from complete devastation to utter relief and then to inquisitiveness in almost nothing flat.