Daddy's hot twins

CHAPTER FIVE

The following morning Gorn Plato was again the servant as he helped the girls into the car and stowed their luggage. Both of them eyed the front of his pants as he moved and then giggled to themselves.

The morning's drive up the mountain took about an hour, during which they related the previous night's happenings to each other down to the last detail. Both of them laughingly agreed that they hoped it wouldn't be the last time they experienced thrills at the end of the big man's huge cock.

Topping a hill they saw the giant stone structure of Zacheist Castle. It was awesome and somewhat frightening, with its shooting turrets and vast ornamental stonework. It gave both of them an eerie feeling of timelessness the nearer they came to it.

The car stopped and Candy gasped. "Look, my God, there's even a moat!"

Just then the side of the wall, thirty feet in front of them, across the moat, lowered, and the car started up again. They drove into a huge courtyard and the door was opened by a female counterpart of Gorn Plato.

"Good day," she said, as she bowed them out of the car.

Neither of the girls realized, until they were standing beside her, just how huge the woman was. She was an inch or two above six feet and her weight and bulk was about right for her height.

But, even then, she made two of either Candy or Cindy. She wore a loose-fitting shirt that looked as though it had shrunk from too many washings. The fact was, her enormous breasts were more than the blouse could handle.

"I am Klinda," she said, straightening to her full height and breathing deeply, forcing her monumental tits to thrust outward in proud, full-blown glory, their nipples as huge as second tits when they swelled against the material. "Klinda Plato."

"We're…" Candy said.

"I know who you are," the woman interrupted, looking down at them with a scowl.

"Are you Gorn's sister?" Cindy asked, trying to smile.

"I am Gorn Plato's wife," the woman said.

The girls exchanged frightened looks and gulped. Gorn came around from the back of the car with the two trunks. The woman took them from his hands as if they weighed no more than two feathers, and turned away.

Over her shoulder she said, "Follow me… your father waits in the great room."

The Amazon led them into what looked like a huge hall with armor and tapestries on the walls and a ring of chairs around an enormous fireplace at one end.

"Jeez," Candy whispered, "what if she finds out we both diddled her old man last night. She's big enough to break your back with one whack."

"Or smother you with those twenty-pound tits," Cindy replied, looking around. "You see anybody in this place? I thought he was supposed to be in here waiting for us."

"Come forward, girls… I've waited a very long time to meet you as adults."

The voice was a booming baritone, coming from the other side of one of the chairs.

"Fa… Fa… Father?" Cindy said, as both girls gingerly walked the length of the room and stopped a few feet short of the chairs.

"I prefer you call me… Zachery," the voice said. "'Father' would be ridiculous and 'Count' would be just too formal."

He rose from the chair, turned and both girls gasped. The picture they had of him didn't do him justice and it looked as though he had hardly aged since the time it had been taken. They could both readily see why Zachery Harris had gained the reputation they had heard so much about. He was male perfection – tall, with chiseled features, dark, coal-black wavy hair that hung to his shoulders. Beneath the bolero shirt he wore, his huge shoulders and biceps rippled with muscles. The shirt was opened nearly to his waist and the chest beneath it was huge and matted with black hair.

Gracefully, seeing their awe at his appearance, he ushered them to the chairs.

"How… how can you be our father?" Candy blurted out when she had, at last, regained her voice. "You look so young!"

"I assure you, I am. It's just that I age well, you might say. That was one of the reasons your mother and I didn't get along very well. She aged very quickly."

Both girls not only felt awkward because of the newness of the situation; they also felt embarrassed because of the strong, instantaneous sexual attraction they felt for this handsome, obviously virile man who also happened to be their father.

"I am so glad you are here," he said, a note of seriousness coming into his voice. "We need you very badly, and I hope you will come to need us. You will meet my wife later, and my two sons. I must leave for a while… I hope to be back later this evening, perhaps after the after-dinner entertainment my wife has planned for you. But now I'm sure you would like to freshen up."

He stood and took an elbow in each arm and led them from the room and up a long, winding staircase.

"I am dreadfully sorry about the storm last night. I was anxiously awaiting your arrival. I had a great many entertainments prepared. But then tonight will do just as well. I hope you passed a pleasant night in the village… but, then I'm sure you did. My wife tells me Gorn Plato is a masterful lover, with a wondrous cock."

Once in her room, Candy undressed in preparation for a warm bath. She ran the tub full and lay down nude on the bed to finish her cigarette. Her mind wandered. His words had shocked them both and made them blush, but his bluntness had also excited them. Her father, Zachery, was the handsomest, most appealing man she had ever seen, and yet he was frightening at the same time.

How, she thought, could their mother have ever given him up? Unless, of course, she couldn't stand his sexuality. He wore it like a shield and, already, he had let them both know that whatever they did in his house he would approve of it. He was just as they had been told he was – the exact opposite of their mother.

She snubbed out her cigarette and was about to tap on Cindy's door when it opened.

"Oh…" Cindy said, sliding through the door and closing it behind her, "I thought you might already be in the tub."

"I was just coming into your room," Candy said, flopping back down on the bed.

"Probably to ask me what I thought about all this… right?" Cindy said.

"Yeah… it's kind of weird and scary… don't you think?"

"Yeah," Cindy said, "but it's exciting!"

"I guess," Candy said, looking straight into her sister's eyes, the eyes that matched hers perfectly. "Let's admit it, father or not, I'd love to fuck him."

Cindy giggled. "Me too… Jesus, my pussy's juicing just thinking what he must look like naked!"

"Want to come before we go back downstairs?" Candy asked, resting her hand on her sister's side.

Cindy put her own hand on Candy's breast and squeezed it, laughing. "I just did… in my room with my hair brush."

"Then make me come," Candy said, closing her eyes and spreading her legs in invitation.

"Sure, baby," Cindy said, her mouth already watering as she watched the puffy lips of her sister's beautiful cunt pull apart and reveal the succulent sweetness that lay between them.

Candy felt the other girl's compact body slide into the bed beside her. The soft muff of Cindy's pubic hair tickled her outer thighs as an expert hand caressed her breasts, applying just the right amount of pressure. Candy had been loved and eaten by many women but no woman could turn her on or satisfy her like her sister.

Cindy's kiss was gentle, insistently probing, but never rough and demanding. She worked her free hand under Candy's buttocks until she could probe up and down at will in the smooth valley between the already wet asscheeks.

"Sometimes," Cindy whispered, "when we make love together, I wish I had a cock to fuck you with."

"Doesn't it ever bother you, Cindy," Candy said, her voice hoarse with passion, "when we fuck together… being sisters?"

"Never," Cindy said, sensing her sister's instant arousal. "Never. Does it you?"

"No," Candy replied. "It's always seemed so natural… ever since we were kids. But I've wondered about it sometimes."

"Don't… just relax and let me fuck you."

Candy nodded and loosened the muscles of her rectal region, allowing Cindy's fingers to probe her anus unencumbered. The girl's nails lightly flicked across the tender outer skin, barely disturbing the thin, curling hairs, tickling them just enough to cause jolts of passion to erupt in Candy's gaping, soaking pussy.

The skin of Candy's whole body rippled as she opened her eyes and saw her breasts start to glisten with her sister's saliva. The tongue and mouth left her tits and moved downward across her stomach and between her thighs. It left a trail of wet warmth that hadn't missed even the slightest area of skin.

"Oh, Sis… honey, baby," Cindy groaned, "eating your pussy is like eating my own at the same time. I swear when my tongue tickles your nub I can feel it right down there on my own clit."

"Suck it a little," Candy moaned, "tickle my pussy Goddam good first!"

Candy writhed in joy as she felt the pulpy lips of her cunt being skillfully pried apart. The hot, humid and hardened tip of her sister's tongue darted to caress and love the juice-soaked, tender skin around her clitoris.

On and on Cindy's tongue worked, around and around the ultra-sensitive bud without ever actually coming in direct contact with it.

"Ohhhhhhh… shit, Cindy," she cried, "You're driving my pussy crazy. Do something more to it… to me, baby… HURRY!"

Two fingers slipped into her cunt and massaged the slick inner walls. When they were removed a tongue took their place. To Candy it felt like a giant scooping spoon as it entered along the floor of her vagina and coursed upward until it tickled the fleshy knob of her cervix.

Her hips started a demanding, rhythmic gyration, as Cindy's tongue foraged in and out of her hole like a miniature cock. A cock with ultimate mobility that seemed to touch and excite everything inside her at the same time. Well-lubricated fingers entered her anus easily and performed there as well as they had in her larger opening.

As her tongue continued its spastic application, Cindy flattened the skin of her upper lip over her teeth to form a flat, hard surface to grind against Candy's clitoris. The hardened bud was in such a state of wild excitation that it was yearning now for direct contact.

And so did its owner, whose eyes had rolled back into her head as she thrashed in the ultimate throes of passionate release, back and forth on the perspiration-stained pillows.

"Oh, fuck me… go, go, go!" Candy cried, clutching her sister's hair and pulling her face into the cavity between her legs. Urgingly, she thrust her cunt upward with her hips, telling Cindy with her body that she wanted her to take more, more, all of her cunt.

Candy's thighs were splayed as wide as they could go as she tried to will her cunt lips to expand to their fullest and actually envelop her sister's entire face.

It wasn't just a come. It was the searing heat of a blast furnace that soared through every pore of her pussy. Her legs flew out and up, stiff as ramrods as Cindy inserted two more fingers in her asshole and her tongue continued to scoop with adoring relish at the juices in her cunt.

It wasn't momentary. It went on and on, as Cindy held her on that highest peak of total satisfaction with her lips playing over her clitoris like strumming fingers on a guitar.

When the orgasm had barely subsided, Cindy struggled up and over Candy's body until their legs became two criss-crossed branches with their cunts at the apex.

"Now I'm going to fuck my, my little darling!" Cindy said.

"Ohhhhhhhh… yes, fuck me…yes, fuck me, fuck me!" Candy cried. "Cunt to cunt… cock-clit to cock-clit, fuck me! Mash your precious pussy against another just like it and rub… rub!"

Candy felt her twin's clitoris engage with her own. Sparks shot from her cunt to the taut tips of her breasts as the two nubs of female passion met and made instant love.

Below them, the lips of the two pussies seemed to clasp in a wet suction all their own. Their bodies moved in unison, riding each other's wealth of lust and passion.

Candy came again. She had never felt so overcome. Cindy came and still she went on to even greater heights. She took her sister's monumental breasts in her hands, placed one in her own mouth, and urged Candy herself to take the other.

As Cindy's hot mouth closed over the ripe nipple of her right tit, Candy sucked at her own left breast.

The pleasure was exquisite as they both sucked and exploded together in shattering orgasms that left them weak and floundering in the sweet, heady musk of perspiration and pussy juice that bathed both their bodies.

"God," Candy groaned, "sometimes I wish one of us had come out a boy so we could really do it to each other."

"Whew," Cindy said, running her tongue over her lips and what she could reach of her chin, "I'm pussy juice from one end to the other. Me for a bath."

"Me too," Candy said, and struggled to her feet.

"Meet you downstairs in an hour," Cindy said, as she scampered through the connecting door to her own room.

Candy lowered herself gratefully into the tub, her cunt a nest of warm passion even after the beautiful sucking her sister had just given it.

She closed her eyes and lay back feeling her large, ripe breasts float on the surface of the water.