Marie waved that one off. “Not a problem. I’ll work the camera.”
I cast a surprised glance at her. “You think you can handle watching your husband impregnating our girls?”
“Handle?” Marie scoffed. “I’m looking FORWARD to it. I mean, c’mon, honey. You have to admit that it’s kind of hot knowing that the same sperm which made them is going to get them pregnant.”
“And to be completely honest, Dad,” Lisa said, “we’ve BOTH always thought you were a bit of a hunk. We know we’re beautiful. With you, our babies ought to be gorgeous.”
“I’ve been reading incest porn on the Internet for the last year,” Kim confessed, “and I’ve read more than my fair share of daddy-daughter stories. I’d be lying if I didn’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind once or twice.”
Lisa looked at her sister with astonishment. “Really? I didn’t know that!”
Kim smirked. “We may be twins, dear sister, but we DO have our own lives to lead.”
“So… you actually like daddy-daughter stories?” Lisa asked.
“Some of them, yeah,” Kim replied. “Especially… the ones where the girl gets pregnant by her father,” she finished with a meaningful look at me.
Marie set her fork down on her plate. “Kim, I just got done telling your sister not to do that. Same goes for you.”
“What?” Kim asked innocently.
I broke in. “Girls, you don’t have to sell me on this. As a man, I’d be an idiot to turn down such beautiful women. As a husband, I’d be a fool to refuse anything which might make my wife happy. And as your father, I’m deeply honored that you’d want me to do the honors. As soon as we’re done here, I promise, we’ll adjourn to your bedroom and get you pregnant.” My dick throbbed in agreement. “So… how about we wolf this down as quickly as possible so that we can get this show on the road, hm?”
No one needed any further encouragement. The four of us all but vacuumed up everything on our plates and hurriedly put our dirty dishes into the dish washer. My erection was still at full mast and the three best women in my life stood around me to brazenly stare at the tent it made beneath my clothes.
“Someone’s over-dressed for the occasion,” Lisa stated matter-of-factly.
“Agreed,” Kim said.
Marie stepped up, gave me a hot and heavy kiss and then said, “Go ahead, honey. Show our girls what they’re about to get stuffed between their legs.”
I eyed her warily for a moment and then shrugged my shoulders. “Very well.” Without another word, I pushed my sweats and boxer briefs down to my ankles and let my member swing free in the open air so that my daughters could feast their eyes on the penis that sired them.
“Holy-” Lisa began.
“Shit!” Kim finished.
Lisa held her hands apart to illustrate my length while Kim made a circle with her hands to illustrate my girth. Both were pretty accurate. My cock, I am proud to say, is 9″ long and about as thick around as a can of Red Bull. Simultaneously, the girls breathed out, “Jackpot!”
My wife snaked her hand around my waist and grabbed gentle hold of my tumescent penis. “Now you know,” she said throatily, “why I’ve never bothered to cheat on your father. His other qualities aside, THIS thing is one hell of a lady-pleaser.”