1 year later

The new house was stunning.

It had been a month since I'd sold my apartment in the city. A month since I'd taken a step back from all work activities, taken a year off, finally using the money that had been accumulating in my bank account.

Only a few weeks ago, I signed and bought a new home in a different city, in the suburbs. It was a nice neighborhood, gated and safe, but what really attracted me to it was the fact that everyone in it seemed to keep to themselves. Nobody was going to bother us here. Nobody would bat their eyes twice at us, and even if they did, our house ruled over the neighborhood, standing tall and proud on an acre of beautiful grounds.

My girls were the ones who found it, and I was surprised by them not wanting to live in the city. Every other woman I'd been with had insisted on living in the city, closer to the stores and the bustling nightlife. But these days, my girls were happiest being with me, curled up in front of the TV or tending to the beautiful grounds. Kendall had found a new passion for gardening, something her sister wouldn't stop mocking her about while she lay by the pool, lazily devouring another dog-eared thriller.

I loved my new life. 

The stress of city living, of having a high maintenance wife, had gotten to me. I was starting to feel my age, but never with Kendall and Amanda around. With them on my arms I felt younger, full of life. I felt like a fucking stud, like I had been when I was years younger. But they made everything like that, every single thing we did together. It was like they sprinkled special magic on our life, making it so damn perfect I could hardly believe I got to live it with them.

"Daddy," Kendall whined. "Can I have some ice cream?"

"I'll get it," Amanda said, jumping up and leaving her book on the lounge chair. I watched her walk into the house, grabbing their favorite tub of cookie dough and two spoons.

When she came back outside, I glared at her.

"No spoon for me?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes.

"No way," she said. "You have to watch your blood sugar, Daddy. We want you healthy."

"Yeah," Kendall giggled, getting up and stealing the ice cream from her sister. "You better be in good condition if you want to keep up with two nineteen-year-olds."

They giggled and I smiled affectionately at them.

One of the best parts of this had been watching my girls grow closer. Watching them love each other, learn to accept their quirks and adapt to the life we were starting in the suburbs. It was a beautiful thing, seeing them getting along so well. There was only one thing missing from our perfect life, and I wasn't sure what their thoughts were on it.

I wanted a kid.

God, how I fucking wanted one.

I was getting up there in years, and I didn't know how the girls felt about the whole subject, especially given the nature of our relationship. I wasn't even sure which one wanted a kid, and it would inevitably cause a rift in the flow of things. I didn't want to disturb our relationship – we'd worked so hard to make it perfect.

I looked up at the girls to find them whispering something to one another, but when my eyes locked with theirs, they were all giggles and innocent smiles.

"You're planning something devious," I told them, and Amanda stuck her tongue out at me while Kendall's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'll find out sooner or later, you know that, don't you?"

"Of course you will, Daddy," Kendall said innocently.

I thought about the previous night, how she'd squealed and begged me to fuck her like a whore while I fucked her. What a change the day had made. 

I'd fucked her raw, just as I had been since the beginning. She never questioned it, and neither did Amanda. And I kept fucking hoping, like a sad old man, that I'd knock one of them up. Have a perfect little baby with one of my girls. I'd spoil that kid fucking rotten.

Kendall took the ice cream back into the freezer, and Amanda came up to me, sliding on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Daddy," she said affectionately, nuzzling against me. "Kenny told me you fucked her ass last night."

"That's right," I replied distractedly, going through the paper on the table in front of us, my hand gently caressing her back. 

"Why didn't you fuck her pussy?" Mandy asked. "You know she comes more when you fuck her pussy."

"Because Daddy wanted her ass, princess," I told her easily, giving her a grin. "And maybe tonight I'll want yours, so you better be ready for me."

"But I thought you were teaching her to squirt like me," Amanda sighed. "I want her to, Daddy, she always worries about it."

I thought of the previous night, of the way Kendall had fucking come, squirting so much I'd had to change the sheets at three a.m. in the morning. God, it was like a fucking waterfall, and I'd made her lick up her own juices off the stained sheets, reveling in her flushed, embarrassed face.

"I think your sister might have something to fill you in on," I told Amanda.

She giggled and slid off my lap just as Kendall appeared. 

They held each other's hands and came to sit in front of me, kneeling on the floor just like I'd taught them. I'd placed soft, oversized cushions throughout the house, and they were being such good little girls, kneeling whenever I asked them to and sometimes even without incentive, they were so fucking desperate to please me.

They looked up at me with those beautiful, adoring eyes, and I counted my lucky stars. Fuck, I'd changed my ways since I'd meet my sweet little vixens.

Gone were the days of cheating, of wanting different women. I had everything I wanted right in front of me, two stunning women on their knees, ready to please every whim and desire I could think of. I still couldn't believe the lengths they went to, trying to please me, but I wasn't about to argue about it either. I fucking loved it, loved them debasing themselves for me, becoming nothing but cum-hungry little sluts whenever I pulled my cock out.

"Daddy," Kendall said gently, and I looked down at them, stroking their cheeks lovingly.

"Yes, sweetheart?" I asked.

"We have something to tell you," Mandy piped in, and my eyes danced between the two of them.

"What is it, my girls?" I asked, my heart and my mind fearing the worst.

The fears was constantly there. They were going to find someone else, decide this wasn't working for them. They were going to leave me, split up our perfect relationship, walk away from all of this to have lives of their own, with men they could marry, men that only belong to one girl. I was worried they'd realize this wasn't what they wanted. And my heart rocked with the anticipation of them telling me just that.

"Daddy," Kendall said again. "We..."

"You what?" I asked, trying to fight off my nerves. "Come on, baby girl, don't play around."

Kendall looked at her sister for help, and I locked eyes with Amanda, my heart pounding as I waited for her to deliver the news.

"Daddy, we're going to have babies," Amanda said with a sweet little smile playing on my lips.

My heart fucking stopped as I stared at them.

"A baby?" I asked, my voice shaky. "Which one of you..."

"Both of us," Kendall admitted shyly, giving me a brilliant grin. "We were both late. Probably about a month into it now."

"And we're sorry if you don't want this," Amanda hurried. "We were scared of telling you. We took the tests today and... we are. Both of us."

"Pregnant?" I asked, and they both looked at the ground guiltily. "Fuck..."

Kendall's bottom lip trembled and Amanda bit hers, and I realized they were misconstruing my reaction.

I jumped up, and they flinched at the sight of it, but I made them get up, a brilliant smile playing on my lips.

"My little girls," I said. "I'm going to be a fucking father. How perfect."

Their eyes lit up and I hugged them both, pulling them against me, their tight little bodies bursting with emotion just as much as mine was.

"Oh, Daddy," Kendall whispered.

"You're not angry?" Amanda wanted to know, and I grinned at them.

"No fucking way," I said simply. "This is all I ever wanted. And both of you at the same time... Fuck, girls, you've made me the happiest man in the world."

I pulled Kendall against me as Amanda crushed her lips against mine, kissing me hungrily. I pulled her back after a moment, kissing Kendall too, tasting her, fucking enjoying this like I didn't even imagine I would.

"This is going to be perfect," I told them. "Fucking perfect, and I couldn't be happier. You've made me so fucking proud, so damn happy. And I'm so thankful I have you both."

They both cuddled against me and I held them close. Life was good. And it was only going to get better.

***

That night, I told the girls they could both sleep in my bed for a change.

When we'd moved into the house, they surprised me by saying they wanted to share a room. I was fully expecting catfights, tears and screaming over who would get to share a bedroom with me, but they acted grown up and told me I could pick one of them each night. We rarely slept in the same bed, the three of us. It was an unspoken rule that they wouldn't touch, wouldn't do anything inappropriate with one another. I drew the line there, and they never pushed it.

But tonight, I let the girls curl up on either side of me, content and so happy they were almost purring as they cuddled closer to their daddy.

I still couldn't stop the smile spreading over my face every time I thought about their news. They'd made me the happiest man on earth, and this was the perfect ending to the perfect day.

"Daddy," Kendall whispered as we all drifted off to sleep. "Cuddle me, hug me closer."

"No," Amanda hissed from the other side. "Hug me, Daddy."

I pulled on their hair gently, reminding them of their place.

"What has Daddy taught you?" I asked them, and they mumbled something to themselves. "Fucking louder, girls."

"Daddy taught us to share," they recited in perfect unison. "Like all good girls do."

It was the most important lesson I'd given them, making sure that, when one of them wanted my attention, the other one wouldn't be jealous as hell. I pulled them both against me, their heads settling on my chest as they drifted off.

"I love you, Daddy," Amanda muttered, already half asleep.

"I love you, princess," I said back.

"I love you too, Daddy," Kendall's voice came a moment later.

"I love you, baby girl," I told her gently.

I heard the sounds of their steady breathing a second later, and soon after, I felt myself slipping away, too.

I woke up hours later, sliding out of bed to get a glass of water. When I reached the door, I looked back at the bed with my past, my present and my future. My girls had crawled together, and they held each other in perfect sisterly love, their heads resting on the same pillow, their arms wrapped around one another, silently comforting themselves even in their sleep.

Yes, I'd done a good job, I thought to myself, smiling as I watched them sleep.

They were the best little girls any daddy could wish for, and I'd never been prouder of them.