Dear Emily,
I am shaking as I write this letter to you. There is so much to say, and I'm worried about how you'll react to what I'm about to tell you. I want you to know that I love you and that no matter what, you will always be my world and the light of my life. You're probably wondering what I'm blabbing about and why I slipped this letter into your suitcase. Well, what I am about to tell you will change everything.
Over the past few weeks, I have been sleeping with Morgan and Miriam. Before you flip out, let me explain what happened. Do you remember going away to Boston for work a few weeks ago, and the girls stayed with me to keep me company?
Well, as soon as you left, I found a letter just like this one on my office desk. I sat there reading the letter, confused, angry, flabbergasted, and, I have to admit, very excited. It turns out our daughters have been fucking each other for six years, and we had no idea. I knew they were close, but I could never have imagined this.
The letter went into great detail about their journey to become lovers. I sat there reading their story, confused as hell as to why they were finally telling me about this. Why now? Why this way? It became clear when I reached the end of the letter. They informed me they were upstairs in Miriam's room fucking and wanted me to watch.
You could probably imagine my shock. It is one thing for our daughters to come out and admit that they were involved in an incestuous lesbian relationship; it was a whole other thing to ask me to become a part of it.
I didn't know what to do. You probably think the only reasonable response was to give our daughters a piece of my mind, to admonish them for their deviant behavior. Hell, maybe even call a therapist or something. You are right; I probably should have, but the letter was a huge turn-on. You know how beautiful our daughters are. They have developed into sexy, confident women. They both knew it too! It is part of why we are both so surprised they never seemed to date. We both knew they were asked out all the time.
I know this will surprise you, but I have masturbated thinking of them over the years. It is hard not to fantasize about them after seeing them in their tiny bikinis or wearing one of those party dresses they clubbed in. I always felt so guilty afterward, but it didn't stop me from doing it repeatedly. They were just too sexy.
Admitting to myself that I wanted to see them fucking took shorter than it probably should have. I got up from my desk and started to walk up the stairs to Miriam's room. My heart was pounding, and my legs were buckling underneath me. I was nervous about what this would mean for my relationship with them and, with you, but I couldn't pass up a chance to see them make love.
Once I opened Miriam's bedroom door, I knew there was no going back. Miriam stood up and greeted me into her childhood bedroom.
"Come on in, Daddy," Miriam seductively said.
Daddy...that word just lingered there in the air. She hadn't called me Daddy since she was a kid, yet here she was, a 28-year-old woman in her prime calling me Daddy while inviting me into her room to watch her have sex with her sister--how things have changed.
I thought I had some idea of what to expect when I got into her room, but my mind couldn't have pictured what I witnessed.
"What's the matter, Daddy? You look like you've seen a ghost," Morgan said while giving me a wink.
She was right. I was in complete awe of the image that lay before me. Both of our girls were dressed in latex thigh-highs and garter belts.
Miriam took my hand and led me to the purple velvet chair in the corner of her room.
"How do you like our outfits? When snooping around during Christmas vacation, we found some latex outfits and lingerie in Mom's closet and couldn't wait to get some of our own. We thought it would add a special touch," Miriam said with a massive grin.
I sat there transfixed as Miriam joined Morgan on the bed. They looked at each other with such love on their faces. Don't get me wrong, the lust in the room was palpable, but there was a deep love there that went beyond just sexual desire.
Morgan took the lead just as she did the first time she made love to her sister. I watched intently as Morgan ran her hand over Miriam's latex-covered legs. She moved with such grace as she teased Miriam...and me. She gently used the back of her hand to massage the skin on Miriam's taut belly. Morgan got closer to her sister's nubile tits with each passing second. Before engulfing Miriam's breast with her palm, Morgan rolled her nails around the bottom of Miriam's breast. You could see the need in Miriam's eyes. When Morgan pulled on Miriam's nipples, the moan that Miriam let out was guttural. Her voice had a deep hunger, almost like an animal in heat.
"M...M...M...Morgan, that feels so good," Miriam said, enticing her sister to go on.
Morgan knew she had her sister right where she wanted her, and she had me on the edge of my seat. She swept the strands of hair out of Miriam's face as they gazed into each other's wide eyes. I almost fell out of my chair when Morgan pulled her sister in for a kiss. I gawked as their tongue and lips danced in what I could tell was a well-worn dance. At that moment, I knew this was real and that things were forever changed.
The heat between them grew as their hands explored each other's bodies.
"Right there!" Miriam yelled as her younger sister licked and nibbled on her nipples.
Morgan teased her sister, "Oh, you like that. Why doesn't my big sister tell Daddy how much she loves having her nipples played with? Tell him how wet it makes you!"
"God, Daddy, I love it when Morgan plays with my tits. They are so sensitive. I need her to lick around my nipple. UGH! Yes, just like that, Morgan. Daddy, do you see what she is doing to me?" Morgan asked as she moaned and spread her legs.
It was the first time I had a clear look at one of our daughter's pussies. I can't put into words the feelings I felt at that moment. Morgan's pussy was just...breathtaking. I know that is a weird way to talk about our oldest child's pussy, but it was. Her lips were glistening with her desire. My pants felt tighter and tighter as I stared at her wet slit. I knew at some point that I had to taste her.
Morgan began to kiss down her sister's stomach making her way down to the pussy that I so desired at that moment. Let me tell you, Morgan took her time. She kissed every inch of Miriam's tight stomach, all while rubbing her latex-covered thighs.
"ENOUGH!" Miriam yelled out. "Stop teasing me and eat me, you bitch." Laughter belied the real need in her voice as she begged her sister to eat her pussy in front of their father for the first time.
Morgan complied with Miriam's request...sort of. Morgan moved her body down between her sister's thighs. She kissed and licked Miriam's inner thighs, leaving a trail of wet kisses on the latex that encased her sister's legs. As Morgan went back and forth between each thigh, she would slowly blow on Miriam's clit. I could tell that Miriam was in anguish. She needed her sister to give her some relief, and I needed to see her lick Miriam's pussy.
"Please!" Miriam begged her sister; all the laughter was gone from her voice. She needed her sister to give her some relief.
The smell of sex in the room was overwhelming. I watched in awe as Morgan clasped onto Miriam's smooth, wet pussy. I quickly pulled off my pants and boxers as I watched Morgan's tongue circling her sister's clit.
"Yes... right there, Morgan...show Daddy how good you are at pleasing me. Show him what we have been doing secretly for the past few years." Miriam moaned as her sister ravished her cunt.
(Yes, I am aware that I called our daughter's vagina a cunt, but that is how vulgar the whole thing felt at that moment).
I sat there transfixed, watching the whole thing. Morgan had one hand on Miriam's ass, pulling her sister's pussy closer to her mouth while the other hand played with her own pussy. Morgan was on her stomach, her legs spread, knees bent, her feet in the air, playing with herself and gently circling her sister's clit with her tongue. It was almost too much to take in.
I started to stroke my cock slowly. I knew I wouldn't last long if I played with myself too much. Despite that, I needed a closer look. I quietly got up from the chair, careful not to disturb the love-making that was happening before me, and crept over to the bed.
As I walked over to the bed, I watched Morgan vigorously finger her pussy. I was enthralled. There was my youngest daughter, clad in latex, finger fucking herself while pleasuring her older sister. I took in every detail I could.