Daddy Dearest,

You’ve been a very good Daddy to both of us.

But we don’t like liars.

And we don’t like being taken advantage of.

We’re sure you don’t like it either, do you, Daddy? We’re sure you wouldn’t like it very much if both of us took advantage of you. We’re sure you wouldn’t enjoy that one little bit.

Just as we don’t like it when you use us in that kind of way. It’s just unfair, don’t you think so?

We know you don’t like to talk about what we’re doing. We know you get caught up in the moment, and we know you can’t help yourself. But you know, Daddy, we still talk to each other. At the end of the day, we’re sisters, and sisters do everything together.

So, we think you have nobody to blame for what’s going to happen tonight but yourself.

We don’t think you’ll stay mad at us for very long, Daddy. In fact, we think you might enjoy yourself very much.

Remember the first night with Kendall, Daddy?

Remember your first time with Amanda?

Well, this is your first time with both of us.

And this time, we’re going to talk about it for a long, long time.

xoxo, your little girls

My hand shook as it closed around the piece of paper in my palm. I looked at the silver tray with cookies and chocolate milk they’d brought me, and suddenly it didn’t look so innocent anymore. I stared at the glass of milk, at the weird powdery substance at the bottom that I was sure was from the chocolate milk mix. I’m not so sure anymore.

I tried to get up. I pushed my chair away from my desk but when I tried to pull myself to my feet, they didn’t work for some reason. I furrowed my brow, unable to understand why my damn legs weren’t working. It’s simple. Stand up, one foot in front of the other. Why couldn’t I do it?

My mind felt fuzzy and blank, and my body felt heavy. My dick though, my dick felt fucking hard as a rock.

I heard them giggling then, soft, sweet little sounds coming from the hallway. Conspiratorial little whispers followed by the sound of girlish laughter at my pathetic attempt to get to my feet. What the fuck had they done to me?

“Girls,” I called out. “Come out now. This isn’t a game anymore, you’ve gone too far this time.”

Quiet. Absolute silence, followed by another burst of giggles.

And then they came into the room and my fucking stomach dropped when I realized what was going on.

Kendall and Amanda had accepted this fucked-up, bizarre living situation of ours, but it didn’t mean they weren’t going to get their sweet revenge.

Teenage girls.

Fucking little monsters.

My mind reeled with the memory of our first times. The way my dick spurted into Kendall, the way Amanda laughed when she creamed my cock. The silver tray they’d brought me so fucking lovingly, the sign of a truce, a peace offering.

Fat fucking chance.

They stood before me in matching outfits that drove me crazy with need.

They wore pretty pink Mary-Jane heels with white stockings, pink bows made out of silk adorning their thighs at the top, lace wrapping around their slim pins. They both wore scandalously small panties, not quite thongs – more innocent, more demure than that. Their bras were open in the front, adorned with silk bows just like the stockings, and their tits were on full display. Rosy, hard and sweet nipples staring me right in the face, and the smell of their pussies ripe in the air.

Their hair was plaited in two braids adorned with pink ribbons, and they looked like more trouble than ever. They looked at each other and giggled when they saw my poor body’s reaction.

And what was even worse, dressed up like this, exactly alike, I had trouble telling them apart, and the little bitches knew it.

One of them wore her hair parted to the left side and the other to the right, and I had no idea which one was which. Fuck me. Fucking damnit.

“What-what have you done?”

My words came out slow, slurred and strange. My tongue was heavy and thick in my mouth. I could barely speak. The only thing I was aware of, painfully so, was my cock that seemed ready to burst. It was so fucking hard, it strained against my trousers, hard and ready for them, dripping with precum that was already staining the front of my pants. And yet, I couldn’t do a single fucking thing about it. My limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and my head with cotton. All I was aware of was this fucking insatiable lust for them. My girls. My little girls.

My cock stood out between my legs, my pants nearly torn by the sheer force of it sticking up. My whole body was pumping blood into it, so much so I couldn’t think about a single thing but putting it in either of them. Any hole would do. Any wet, warm little hole that would fit me as fucking perfectly as my two girls did.

And then, suddenly, they were both on me.

On top of me, on the side, below me, touching me, stripping me naked, nails clawing me, fingers tearing at my clothes. My mind was fucking fuzzy as hell, but I sure as shit felt them.

I didn’t understand what was happening, I just fucking let it happen.

One of them stripping my pants off so fucking hungrily. The other giggling behind me, wrapping her arms so fucking tenderly around my neck, like they’d both done so many times before.

I looked down, at my lap, and watched one of them strip me bare. My cock sprang free, precum flowing down my tip. I’d never felt like this before. So fucking horny I felt insane with the sheer need and absolute desire to sink myself into either of them. But I couldn’t even fucking move.

They dragged my office chair to the middle of the study, their hot little bodies desperate, my fingers too heavy to touch their perky tits, their bubble butts, their sweet dripping pussies.

I would have felt sorry for myself if I wasn’t so fucking desperate to fuck a tight, young little pussy.

One of the girls got on top of me.

She pulled my hands against her and I exhaled harshly when I felt her satin-smooth skin beneath my fingertips. Perfect, fucking perfect sweet little girl, so fucking sweet I wanted to lick her until I got to her damn center.

Amanda. It had to be Amanda.

The other one was still hugging me from the back so sweetly, something Kendall would do.

“Mandy,” I managed to get out. “Fucking don’t, don’t do this.”

She giggled and wiggled her butt on top of my dick, rubbing her cheeks all over my cock soaked in my own juices, smearing them over her pretty little panties.

“Don’t you recognize me, Daddy?” she asked sweetly, and I groaned.

“Kendall,” I whispered. My sweet girl. My first mistake. My favorite one. “Kendall, please… F-fucking stop this… S-stop this madness…”

“I don’t think so,” Amanda whispered in my ear, her fingers clutching my hair and pulling my head back.

She kissed my mouth like she had every right to do so, right in front of her twin. I felt Kendall getting on top of me, pushing her panties aside, her sweet little cunt dripping all over my cock. So fucking desperate to please and have something hard inside that tight pussy. Almost as desperate as I felt. Only she could actually do something about it, and all I could manage was to groan and try not to burst as she rubbed her peachy cunt all over me.

She started pushing down as Amanda kissed me, sweet, forbidden kisses, her tongue lapping at mine. I tried to fucking yell at Kendall, tell her we’d just decided to use rubbers, to fucking get the hell off me and at least put something on before she impaled herself on my dick.

But my mouth was fucking slack.

My whole body was rigid, and it felt like the only part of me that was working was my dick.

She started riding. Not even fucking riding. Milking, fucking milking my cock with her tightness, moaning so damn loudly the whole street could have heard her. She humped me like a dirty little bitch twice her age, so needy, so fucking loud, begging in shouts and screams so desperate I had to fight every instinct not to come inside her then and there.

“Don’t you want to fill her up, Daddy?” Amanda whispered against my lips. “Don’t you want to fill your favorite little girl up?”

I groaned, unable to form a coherent response. I couldn’t fucking move and she damn well knew it, they both did. Kendall kept riding me, her arms wrapping around my neck, right around her sister standing behind me. They looked at each other and smiled sweet little sister smiles as one fucked me and the other encouraged it.

“You want to, I know you do,” Amanda told me. “I know you’re so fucking desperate to burst into her. To fill her up, Daddy. To fucking knock her up with your baby. I know you want to. I know you need to. I know you’re going to.”

She leaned closer, her breath a hot whisper in the shell of my ear.

“You have to, Daddy,” she said, a hint of a smile to her tone. “Because if you refuse to, we’re going to force you, until you knock her the fuck up. Until you’ve pumped so many loads into her tiny little pussy we all know you’ve knocked her up for sure.”

“J-Jesus,” I uttered, and she giggled against my ear.

I tried to reach for Kendall’s hips but my hands were fucking useless. God, I wanted her. I’d never wanted anything more.

My drugged-out eyes focused on hers, her desperate little gaze, the way she chewed her bottom lip with a combination of nervousness and absolute, insatiable need.

“D-Daddy,” she whispered, and I fucking lost it.

I wanted to pump into her. I wanted to ruin her and then give her sister a turn. But I couldn’t even fucking move. They’d put something in my drink, some shit that completely paralyzed me but made my dick so fucking hard it hurt. It showed no sign of easing off, my erection there to stay, so fucking loaded I felt like I could burst any damn second.

“Beg,” Amanda whispered in my ear. “Beg for her to milk you dry, Daddy.”

“Please,” I grunted. “Come on, baby girl, come on Kendall, milk me.”

“Beg nicer,” Amanda laughed in my ear. “Your turn now Daddy. Come on, beg your pretty baby girl to make you burst. Beg her to get you off with her tight little cunt.”

Her fingers wound in my hair, pulled on it. Her lips were hot on my throat, sucking and biting at the tender skin there.

“Please, Kenny,” I begged. “Please fucking work my dick like a good girl. Be a good little girl for Daddy. Bounce on my dick, just like that, baby girl, come on, just like that.”

She moaned softly, such a sweet little sound as she rode my cock. Amanda kept kissing me, that sinful little mouth hot against mine, her tongue pushing into me, kissing me so fucking desperately. They were driving me up the wall, such sexy little vixens, and they were doing everything in their power to get me off.

I felt myself getting close to the edge, so fucking close my eyes rolled back and I willed myself not to come. Firstly, because I didn’t want this to be over, and secondly because I didn’t want to risk coming unprotected inside my stepdaughter’s fertile little cunt.

But she worked it, she milked it, she fucking bounced on me until I couldn’t help myself anymore. I came with a growl, my arms hanging uselessly at my sides. I couldn’t even grab her but I didn’t really need to.

Kendall wrapped her arms around my neck and fucked herself with my cock while Amanda ravaged my mouth. They took advantage of me until I felt like a fucking husk of a man, spent and absolutely shattered as my cock finally succumbed and filled Kendall’s hot little pussy with salty, hot cum.

She got me off laughing and giggling like a fucking little bitch, with her sister’s mouth and her moans on mine. She climbed off of me, her tight cunt dripping with my seed.

Jesus fucking Christ, these two little bitches were going to ruin everything. They were going to fuck up all my plans, ruin everything. They were running the game now, not me.

Amanda walked up behind Kendall and gently took her by the shoulders, whispering something in her ear and making her giggle.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “That was so good… I think it’s Amanda’s turn now, don’t you?”

I groaned, but by some miracle, and probably because of the drug they’d slipped in my drink, my cock was still fucking hard as hell, throbbing and ready to plow the other sister. Mandy stared at me with wicked intent and she laughed out loud seeing how helpless I was.

I hadn’t ever really looked at Amanda the way I looked at Kendall.

Kenny was my little girl, my sweet little baby girl, my favorite, my precious girl. But Amanda, she was sex on legs, she was a vixen, a nasty little slut that begged as well as she fucked – and sucked even better.

I looked at her now with different eyes as she stepped in front of her sister, clasping her hands behind her back and giving me a timid little look. I knew she was playing, but goddamn, it was getting me off already.

Her tight, heavy tits, bigger than her sister’s. She looked so fucking cum hungry it drove me absolutely crazy, and I watched as Kendall took her hand and led her closer to me. She helped her sister climb on top of me, lower her pussy on my cock still soaked with Kenny’s juices. I watched Amanda moan and whisper for me as she took all of me in her pretty cunt.

Kendall stepped to the side, and before I could fully understand what was going on, she lay on her back on my desk and grabbed my useless arm as her sister started to fuck herself on my cock.

My body wouldn’t obey my own mind, but when it came to Kendall, it followed every desire she had. She made me stretch out my fingers, and I groaned out loud when she forced two inside her cunt. I could feel my own cum inside her, warm and sticky and filling her up so good as she fucked herself with my own hand. At the same time, Mandy bounced on my cock like it was what she was made to do.

“Hi, Daddy,” Amanda whispered against my lips.

She sounded so fucking shy like that, even though I knew better. I muttered something back but I couldn’t even fucking form words. When she moved on top of me, I felt my straining cock spill precum inside her tight little cunt.

“You know,” Amanda said huskily. “I’ll never forgive you for picking her, Daddy.”

She slammed down on my dick.

“Kendall was your favorite.”

She bounced, my balls sticking to her ass.

“I was always second best.”

Her tits were pushed up in my face.

“But I’m going to fucking fight for that first spot.”

Kendal mewled next to her, using four of my fingers to get off now.

“And you’re going to love us both the same,” Amanda moaned.

I was so close. So torturously, painfully close.

“Because that’s what good daddies do.”

They came together, so fucking perfectly I couldn’t help myself either. I felt Amanda’s pussy leaking all over me, I felt Kendall’s pussy squeeze out my cum as she came on my fingers, and I just fucking let myself explode for the second time. The second I did, while I was still grunting, Amanda climbed off me and Kendall helped her lie on her back, grabbing her legs by the ankles and holding them up for her.

I stared at my girls, my first love helping my princess get all the cum she’d worked so hard for inside of her. I thought I’d pass the hell out watching them. They never touched inappropriately, not once. They were such good little girls for me.

And watching them, I knew full well that even if they hadn’t tricked me like this, I would’ve forced them into the same situation as soon as I possibly fucking could.

And now that I’d had a taste of them like this…

I was addicted.