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Mark (Daddy)

They always tell you that it's time to move on. If we'd divorced after I'd discovered that she'd been cheating, or if we'd just fallen out of love with each other and decided to part ways, I probably would have found moving on to be far easier. I sipped at the tumbler of scotch before I looked at her photograph again. I had a few favourites of her. One was of our wedding day, gazing into each other's eyes, the smile on her face telling me that it was the happiest day of her life.

Another favourite is one of her posing in an absolutely gorgeous navy blue gown. It had actually been a night where I'd been given an award but my wife had stolen the show. She just had this natural grace and beauty that drew men and women towards her. I knew more than one man in the ballroom that evening would have loved to take her home. But my wife never had eyes for anyone but me. When I took that photo and showed anyone afterwards, they could see the love she had for me.

We were high school sweethearts. I still remember the day we met, during our first day when we were placed into the same room for roll call. She sat next to me, introduced herself and when that smile formed, that was it. I didn't know it at the time, but I was looking at the woman I wanted to spend my life with. Within a month, we were firm friends. By the time we left high school for university, we'd been exclusive for a couple of years and we married before Christmas. No-one else had a look in with either of us. It was almost like we just knew we'd be together forever.

Of course, best laid plans and all that, but she fell pregnant during our second year at university. It wasn't planned, but we were not exactly taking precautions either. She wanted to be a mother and was willing to put her own education on the backburner to start our family. Our families immediately stepped forward to help. Neither of our mothers worked full-time, immediately offering to babysit so we could complete our studies. I continued full-time, she dropped to part-time, while I also worked part-time to support us however I could. I was burning the candle at both ends but it would all be worth it in the end.

When our daughter was born, the only day that matched the joy I felt was our wedding day. Part-time study turned to studying from home as she raised our child, living in a two room apartment that our parents were helping us rent. As soon as I graduated, I stepped into a job that paid good money and started saving for our own place. My father offered to guarantee any deposit by matching what I could save. When her father heard, he invited me over and offered the same deal. Fairly sure my wife and I both wept at how helpful they were.

In the space of twelve years, from the ages of nineteen to thirty-one, we had five children. Our first four children were girls. I had absolutely no problem with that, as I doted on my daughters something fierce, though my wife and I agreed that we would also love to have at least one son. We agreed on a fifth and last. No matter what, the child would receive the same love our other four children received. And add the love they received from grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, and I think they were rather spoiled.

It was while she was pregnant with our fifth child that they found the tumour and, after numerous checks, how much it had spread already. Cancer. The big C. It was incredibly unlucky. No-one could explain how or why it happened. And the news from the outset wasn't good as it had simply been discovered too late. Though she could be treated, the doctors were honest from the outset. Considering how weak she already was with the illness and carrying our child, any treatment...

I didn't freeze but I knew it wasn't my choice. I didn't want to lose my wife or child, but it seemed that was the choice on offer. My wife and I discussed it numerous times over a number of weeks as I watched her get weaker. I almost knew what she was doing. Losing the child growing within her simply wasn't an option. She had been all about freedom of choice, but she was making her decision by simply letting time pass without treatment.

She gave birth to a healthy baby girl. I had made her a promise during the pregnancy. If we had a girl, she would be named after herself. Watching my wife hold our baby girl, I took as many photo's as I could. I knew there wouldn't be many days more that I'd watch the scene. By now, everyone knew what was going to happen. Our children were aware, the worst conversation of my life as I sat them down and explained what was going to happen to their mother.

My wife never made it home from the hospital. As soon as she'd recovered from the birth, the doctor's did all they could to treat her, but also make her comfortable, the doctors, my wife and myself aware the inevitable was going to happen. I was working my arse off though spent every night at the hospital. If I wasn't there, friends and family would be filling my space. Our daughters were not kept away. They saw their mother each and every day. She explained everything, keeping it simple so they could understand.

I was at the office when I received the call. My boss was aware of the situation. Knocking on his door, he took one look at my face, told me to take as much time as I needed. Heading to the hospital, everyone was outside her room, waiting for me to arrive. I stood at the door and took a deep breath, ensuring I held two of my daughters by the hand as we walked inside.

She was still alive, but it wasn't going to be long now. I'd watched her wither the past few weeks, though when her eyes opened, they still sparkled with that mischief I'd seen that first day in roll call. I kissed her and did all I could not to cry. Feeling her fingers caress my cheek, she told me that I'd be okay, and the only thing that mattered was that she would always love me.

Sitting by her bed, I held her hand and waited. There are no real goodbyes when someone is waiting to die. No grandiose speeches. No great professions of love just before they die. All that happened was that her eyes closed and we had no idea if it would be for the final time or not. The doctor in charge of her treatment eventually joined us and announced it wouldn't be long. Her body had enough and it would simply give up soon.

My wife was only two weeks past her thirty-first birthday when she passed away.

I have no idea how I survived for those next few weeks. I barely remember anything except the funeral and having to watch her coffin be lowered into the ground, all our hopes and dreams that we'd shared now extinguished, nothing but dust on the wind. I've often read about how people feel like a zombie when they lose a partner in such a manner. The only people that kept me going were my daughters. I had a new-born to look after, though my mother and mother-in-law were around nearly every day.

The next few years were a struggle. Despite the help, I was still raising five girls by myself, though I eventually relented and hired a nanny to help me. I made sure it was someone of an age where nothing inappropriate would happen. I had absolutely no interest in dating again. I'd had my happily ever after with my wife. If I ever did date again, the woman would have to be utterly spectacular in more ways than one, and in my mind, that woman simply didn't exist.

So that's why I was sat at home on a Friday night after another long week at work, nursing a glass of scotch, gazing at a photo of my lovely wife, feeling the usual surge of melancholy whenever it reached a particular date of the year. There were too many dates that I just couldn't forget. The date we met. Our first date. Our first kiss. The first time we made love. The day I proposed. The day we got married. The birth of each child. And then there were the little memories that, even after years, would never fade. I could still taste her lips on mine, the scent of her perfume, and I swear I heard her voice around the house sometimes.

I think some people never really get over their grief when losing their one great love. The hurt never truly leaves, it just lessens over the years until it only causes a twinge of pain every so often instead of being that all-encompassing agony, such as the days and weeks after I'd lost her. I still don't know how I found the strength to carry on. I thank my daughters for the fact I was still existing, let alone living.

The one great positive in my life was the fact I still had my five children. Everything I did was for them.

*****

Cassandra (Cass)

Cassandra stood in the faint light, watching her father sipping at his glass of scotch, an occasional tear running down his face, melancholic music playing softly in the background as he gazed at the pictures of his late wife and her mother. Cassandra and her sisters had been shattered when their mother had died, but they all knew that it paled into comparison to how their father had felt. The love of his life had been cruelly taken far too young. He was now thirty-eight years old and had been alone since the day she'd passed away in hospital.

"It's always difficult around this time of year," Rebecca whispered, Cassandra nodding silently at the words of her younger sister, "They should be celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary together."

"He's done this every year since. In fact, apart from making sure we're constantly smiling and happy, he hasn't done a thing for himself," Cassandra stated, unable to stop the sigh, "I would suggest he try and find someone but..."

Rebecca scoffed. "Surely you remember how he's reacted every time we've even mentioned the idea of perhaps looking at dating?"

"I know. I know. But he's been alone for at least seven years now. I know he has us but that's the same as having a wife, fiancée, girlfriend or just some sort of life partner." She paused again, another sad sigh. Feeling her sister cuddle into her provoked a brief smile. "I just want him to be happy again, like he was when Mum was alive," she added softly.

"So what do we do?"

Cassandra smiled to herself. She had one idea but it was the sort of idea that could blow up in her face and possibly do irreparable damage to herself, her father and the family. She'd tentatively approached Rebecca about her idea, but never more than very subtle suggestions about what we on her mind.

"Head to your room, Becca. I'll talk to daddy about what we've discussed for tomorrow night."

Feeling a kiss on her cheek, as all the sisters had no problem showing all the affection in the world, she waited until her father had finished his drink before she stepped out of the shadow and approached her father. Two years from forty, he was still a formidable, imposing man. Standing around six-two, broad of chest. Just his arms looked powerful. He might have worked in an office but all his shirts clung to his body as he'd spent the years since his bereavement almost sculpting his body, taking out all his anger and pain on every muscle in his body.

"Daddy," she whispered.

His blue eyes gazed up into her green. Perching herself on her knees next to his legs, he smiled at her as he placed the photos face down on his lap. "What's up, sweetie?"

"Daddy, I know what time of year it is. You know we don't like you seeing you so sad."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I just need a drink after another long week."

Cassandra understood what he was talking about. Despite all the help, the reality was that he was a single father with five daughters, needing to deal with all the trials and tribulations as young girls became young women. Having a nanny had helped, as had their grandparents, but at the end of the day, her father did do much of the raising by himself.

She felt like he'd done a fine job. She was a responsible young woman. As soon as she was a teenager, she stepped up to help her father when she could, taking lessons from their nanny when it came to looking after both the children and the household. Once she was old enough, she also started working part-time. Rebecca had done the same thing as soon as she was old enough. Her father hadn't asked either of them, but it was something they had felt was necessary.

"Daddy, we want to do something special for you tomorrow. Once Rebecca and I finish our shifts at the supermarket late in the afternoon, we're going to come home and get ready to go out for dinner. You're to get ready too. It will be our treat."

A smile formed again and it was a genuine one, the warmth in his eyes making her smile in return. "Are you sure you can afford it, sweetie?"

"The price would be worth it, Daddy." She stood up and, after moving the photos, perched herself sideways on his lap, one of his arms immediately looping around her waist. She was tiny compared to him, barely five-four and not heavy at all. She was slim with a decent bust and arse, though she'd always thought herself a little plain compared to many girls at school, and nothing compared to some of the glamourous women at university.

"I guess I can't complain about a night out if my girls are going to treat me," he stated, "It's just..."

"I know it's difficult, Daddy. But I'm old enough now that you can talk to me about things. I'll always be your daughter, but I'm nineteen now. I'll always be here to lend an ear."

She smiled when he pulled her tight to his chest, resting her ear against his chest, hearing his heart beating. When she felt his hand start to stroke her, she sighed and snuggled into him. She'd always enjoyed snuggles with her father. So did all her sisters. Her father was a good man, having sacrificed everything to raise his daughters. Apart from time spent at the gym, all he did was work or spend time at home raising his kids. Most friends had slowly disappeared from his life. The only other relationships he'd managed to maintain was with his parents and siblings, and the parents of her now deceased mother.

"I just miss her, sweetie. It gets a little easier every year, the fact she's gone and is missing seeing you five grow into beautiful young women." He sighed before adding, "And this date every year is usually the worst. When you vow 'Til death do us part', you don't imagine that death would visit you so quickly."

"I miss her too, Daddy," she whispered, "We all do. But we also want you to be happy. You smile more nowadays, but it's still not the same..."

"As long as you five are happy, sweetie, then I can be content with my life. I simply hope I've done a good enough job."

"The best, Daddy," she whispered, "I think it's safe to say you have five young women who love and adore you completely."

"Well, I feel the same way about the five of you."

She squeezed him tightly. "Make sure you're dressed nice. Okay?"

"I'll even ensure you get a look at me before we head out, sweetie."

She kissed his cheek before sliding off his lap. Taking his glass, she poured him another glass before handing it to him, though walked across the room towards the stereo, changing the radio station to something a little more upbeat. He smiled at her, thanking her for the drink, promising he wouldn't sit being miserable for too much longer. She returned half an hour later to see him watching the football, getting into the game. Olivia and Carolina, the two youngest, were sitting to either side of him on the couch, keeping him company. Carolina was named for their mother, Caroline. She was a precocious little girl, and had their father wrapped around her finger from the day she came home.

Rebecca was lying back on her bed, avoiding the living room, as neither sister was particularly interested in watching the football, though they'd join their father every so often, just to keep him company. They wouldn't pay any attention to the game, simply wanting to spend any time they could with their father. He worked so hard sometimes, the girls understood that he was doing it to keep them in their home. Even with all the hard work, he rarely missed any of their events, and if he couldn't attend, their grandparents, aunts and uncles would always be there in support.

"Did he agree to it?" Rebecca asked as Cassandra sat on her bed.

"He did. It was rather easy, to be honest. I thought he'd try and argue. Then again, I think he knows the grandparents put money into our bank accounts every month in addition to our weekly wage."

"Are you still going to go through with it?"

Cassandra bit on one of her nails. A bad habit but it was something she did when thinking or nervous. The idea had been on her mind for a little while. It was an idea she couldn't speak to their grandparents or anyone else about. But she couldn't keep it to herself and eventually needed to confide in someone, and Rebecca was the perfect person. When she sat down and admitted what was on her mind, Rebecca smiled and agreed it was a great idea. If it worked, Rebecca quickly offered to join in on my plan.

"How do you think he'll react?" Rebecca asked a little later as they snuggled together on her bed, watching a movie neither of them were particularly watching. Rebecca was cuddled against her, her hand underneath her shirt as it rested near her breasts. Cassandra had an arm wrapped around her, stroking her side.

"I honestly don't know. I think surprise to start with, then he'll probably try and argue. I doubt I'll convince him quickly. Might have to wear him down a bit."

"He probably hasn't had sex since Mum died," Rebecca stated softly, "At least seven years without being intimate..."

"Maybe that explains his strong arms," Cassandra joked, both sisters giggling at the insinuation. When Rebecca's hand ended up caressing one of her breasts, she turned to see Rebecca gazing at her. "My eighteen-year-old sister should know better than feeling up her big sisters tits," she whispered.

"Are you complaining?" Rebecca challenged, but she could read her younger sister's eyes.

Cassandra turned onto her side as their mouths moved in sync, meeting softly for a moment before the kiss quickly turned into something more passionate. Rebecca moaned into her mouth, Cassandra moving her hand down her back towards her sister's perfectly pert arse. Her younger sister moaned as Cassandra gently squeezed. Slowly breaking apart, the pair of them smiled at each other. They knew what they were doing would be considered wrong, but considering what both were thinking of doing with their father...

"I want your pussy, Cass," Rebecca whispered.

"I know, Becca. Trust me, I feel the same way in return. But we made a vow."

"We should put on a show for daddy!"

Cassandra giggled. It probably wasn't a bad idea. "When I get your pussy for the first time properly, Becca, it's in private."

Caressing her younger sisters face, Rebecca bit her bottom lip, looking rather innocent and adorable for a few seconds. They kissed again, Rebecca ending up on her back as Cassandra had her fingers between her legs, panties in the way, ensuring they were not touching each other skin to skin, but it was still enough that she could feel her younger sister getting wetter. 

"I love you so much, Cass," Rebecca moaned softly, ensuring her finger were also between her sisters' legs, "Promise me that it will work with daddy."

"It will work and we'll show him how much we love him."

Sliding off her sister, the pair stripped nude and did something they had done together plenty of times by now. Masturbated through more than one orgasm, spending half the time kissing to cover their moans. They both knew that they would eventually give into temptation and make love. Cassandra still remembered the day Rebecca had walked into her room while she was masturbating, and without any hesitation, walked over to her bed and kissed her, professing her attraction, her bisexuality, and wanting to be intimate.

Good thing that Cassandra returned the attraction for her sister, but she had to confess other feelings. Rebecca blushed, admitting she felt the same, and from that moment on, they discussed how it could possibly work.

After enjoying a number of orgasms, the two young women lay side by side, Rebecca eventually spooning back against her older sister, Cassandra gently grasping one of her breasts, both of them giggling as, despite the masturbating, they were both still incredibly horny.

"How do you think he'll react to you?" Rebecca had to ask. It was the one thing that scared them both about admitting their feelings.

"I honestly don't know. I just hope he doesn't freak out."

"We just have to reassure him that it's only about our love for him. We're not replacing..."

Cassandra hugged her sister as Rebecca turned around and wept. Even after all this time, there were times that they still needed a little cry when thinking about their mother. "Of course we're not replacing Mum, Becca," she whispered, "We'll always love her, so will daddy. But he's been alone for too long now. We need to show him that he's still a handsome man with a lot to offer."

"But what if we do that and he... What if he chooses someone else?"

"Not a chance. Once he's enjoyed us, he'll never leave us. We just have to be careful with our sisters for the time being. When they're old enough, we'll explain everything to them."

"Hopefully tomorrow goes off without a hitch."

"As long as daddy is happy by the end. That's all that matters."

*****

Mark

I knew my daughters were trying to make me feel better and I could only love them even more for it. Losing my wife so young had been difficult for all of us. No parents should have to bury their child, and I made sure Caroline's parents were as involved with their granddaughters as possible. We were still incredibly close but I knew losing their only daughter had broken their hearts as much as mine had shattered.

Having lost my wife, I'd had to throw myself into my work to ensure I could keep a roof over their heads and made enough so that we remained comfortable. I had eventually relented to the pressure and hired a part-time nanny, while my mother and Caroline's mother also offered help with childcare whenever I was too busy. I rarely missed coming home for dinner, but there were the occasional events I simply couldn't make. Thankfully, it wasn't just myself that had explained the situation to my daughters, both sets of parents also letting them know that daddy needed to work hard to make sure my daughters got everything they wanted.

As they got older, Cassandra and Rebecca started to help out a lot more. They ensure their three sisters were up and ready for school each day and helped organise all the chores, at least inside the house, all agreeing that outside was daddy's responsibility. We had a pool that we used for two-thirds of the year, and I always enjoyed looking after the lawns. My wife had loved her flower garden, and each spring, I made sure her favourites were in bloom.

I'd been a regular gym goer until my wife's passing. Though I still did go occasionally, I preferred working out at home as at least I'd be near my girls, and they could come keep me company if they wanted. That Friday, I managed to escape the office at a reasonable time, arriving home to my five daughters lazing about in the living room. They had their moments, like all siblings, but they generally made my life easier.

"Going to work out, Daddy?" Cassandra asked.

"Just a few weights to feel the burn, then I'll have a shower and get ready. You should all get ready for going out."

They'd all need a shower, thankful I'd installed an enormous hot water tank so there was enough for the six of us to enjoy a wash. Getting changed in my bedroom first, I wandered into the garage where I had all the gear set up. I was in the middle of a set when I sensed a presence, glancing to see Cassandra watching me quite intently from the couch I'd had placed there. I'd usually sit on it after I cooled down.

Completing my final set, I glanced her way again and could see she was a little flushed, even her breathing seemed to be a little more rapid than usual. I might not have been intimate with a woman in a few years, but I remembered how my wife would behave when she was turned on, and I was left thinking my oldest daughter was rather aroused at that moment.

"You okay, Cassie?"

"I'm fine, Daddy. Workout complete?"

"I'll have a quick cycle then I'll start getting ready."

Wiping myself down with the towel, Cassandra stood up and walked towards me. She smiled as her soft hand rested on my bicep before running down my arm. "You look good, Daddy," she whispered.

"Thanks, sweetie. I do like keeping fit. You going for a shower now?"

"I will soon, but I have to look pretty for my daddy, right?"

Kissing her cheek, I whispered, "You're always pretty in my eyes, Cassie."

She practically beamed at me in reply. "Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed, giving me a quick hug, before she disappeared inside. I watched her leave before shaking my head, chuckling to myself. The fact she was quite obviously aroused by watching her father workout maybe didn't completely surprise me. I'd done enough reading over the years to know that some girls did have crushes on their fathers. I would always be her first great love, but she would eventually find a man, perhaps similar to me, for herself.

My bedroom had the only en-suite in the house. It meant five girls had to share the only other bathroom. I'd occasionally let the oldest use mine if they were in a rush, but the five were good about keeping their own bathroom clean. After a hot shower, helping soothe aching muscles, I dried off before selecting clothes for the evening. I had no idea where Cassandra was planning on taking all of us, but I figured wearing trousers and a nice shirt would be the order of the day. I went so far as to select a shirt requiring cuff-links, and one of my excellent pair of black leather shoes. I'd only used an electric shaver, as I liked stubble. I'd considered growing a beard but all my daughters had said no.

I took their advice.

Heading out to the living room, what greeted me brought me to a halt. My three youngest all wore gorgeous dresses, appropriate for a night out. Carolina, my youngest, was ever so excited, bounding towards me before giving me a hug. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered.

"Thank your sister. She's the one organising tonight."

My two oldest daughters proved, in one evening, that they were now mature, young women. Cassandra was already a heartbreaker. Rebecca was simply beautiful. Recognising my silence as acceptance, they both slowly approached me, amused that their heels meant they could kiss my cheek far easier than normal.

"We've done this for you, Daddy," Cassandra whispered.

"You have two hot dates tonight, Daddy," Rebecca added.

Glancing from one pair of eyes to the other, I knew what she was trying to say. I couldn't help but smile at how beautiful they were, but also the fact they simply cared and wanted me to feel better. "Well, I'm going to have an absolutely gorgeous young woman on each arm tonight," I stated, "And then another three beautiful young girls following us inside wherever we go. Where are we going?"

"That's a surprise, Daddy," Cassandra replied, "I'm driving, so I'll need to take my heels off until we arrive."

Cassandra would be driving me in my car. Only she was on the insurance to drive it. Rebecca had worked hard to buy her own second hand car, so she would drive her sisters. I had no idea where Cassandra was taking me until we ended up somewhere familiar. But it was when she pulled into a car park and I saw the restaurant across the road, I couldn't help get choked up. Cassandra switched off the engine before taking my hand.

"I remember all your stories about dating our mother, Daddy," she stated, "This was where you had your first date."

"I remember."

"Well, now it's time for your first date with someone else. In fact, it's your first date with two people." I glanced at her, seeing complete innocence on her face but determination in her eyes. "You're taking your two oldest daughters on a date tonight, Daddy. You're going to be a gentleman and treat us like ladies, while also ensuring your other three daughters have a good time."

"Rebecca has agreed to this?"

"Of course she has. She loves you as much as I do, Daddy. You've sacrificed so much for us."

"I'm your father. It's not a sacrifice if I do it willingly. You're my girls and I will always love you."

"Daddy," she whispered, and I was left thinking she was going to cry. Thankfully, she smiled and leaned over to kiss my cheek. "Let's go because I'm hungry!"

Rebecca parked her car next to us, and as soon as they were assembled, I escorted Cassandra and Rebecca into the restaurant while my three other daughters followed closely behind. The restaurant was the sight of our first date, but Caroline and I would visit at least once every six months. But I hadn't been back since her death.

The owner, Carlo, recognised me immediate, as did his wife, Gina. She was almost crying as she hugged me. Both knew the story of my wife. She would message me every so often, just making sure I was doing okay.

"Marco," he stated. He always called me that, "It is wonderful to see you again." Then his eyes moved across my daughter. "Mama Mia, are these your five daughters?"

I made introductions. Gina started weeping again, particularly when introducing her to Carolina, who was a spitting image of her mother. Thankfully, Cassandra had organised a reservation, not that it mattered. I was considered guest of honour, Carlo ensuring we had the best table in the restaurant, and we were soon inundated by waitresses and drinks, Gina stating that the first round was free. She kissed my cheek and whispered how much she missed seeing me, and also missed my wife.

"Thank you, Gina," I whispered back, "I miss her too."

Dinner was fantastic. I ordered three courses, the girls had a main and dessert. As the oldest two were driving, they couldn't drink, but Cassandra made sure I always had a new glass of scotch as soon as the empty glass hit the table. The service was as great as I remembered, recognising that Carlo and Gina were spending plenty of time hovering around our table. When it came to settle the bill, I was ready to take out my wallet when my two eldest demanded I put it away.

"It's our treat, Daddy," Cassandra stated, "Rebecca and I have been saving for tonight. Your money is worthless."

"And we've taken select items off the bill too," Carlo added, "Our way of saying thank you for coming back, and our condolences as we're aware of the date."

Heading outside into the cool air, I did wonder what else they had planned, but as we had the three youngsters, we agreed that heading home to relax would be best. As soon as I walked in the door, I had the top couple of buttons of my shirt undone, and happily kicked off my shoes. Cassandra and Rebecca made sure I was on the lounge, stating they'd take care of the others, making sure I had another glass of scotch, warning me to drink it slow. After they'd turned on the radio, they disappeared with the other three.

Feeling rather relaxed, I sipped at the glass while enjoying the tunes. It was a station I'd usually listen to while on the way to work. Closing my eyes, I couldn't help smile. For the first time I could remember, I wasn't feeling sad on this date. When I thought about Caroline, I felt good. It was probably the three scotches and shot I'd had with dinner, but it was nice to think about the great years we'd had.

The only disappointment would be heading to bed alone with only the memories of how we would have celebrated had she still been with me.

"Daddy," Cassandra whispered.

I opened my eyes to see Cassandra and Rebecca standing before me. I'm fairly sure my jaw dropped immediately. My oldest was five-five, strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, what I'd call classical curves, a C-cup chest, aware because I did buy her bras until recently... I couldn't help look up and down her nineteen-year-old body, her breasts covered by a sheer black bra, lowering my eyes towards a pair of panties that left little to the imagination, a pair of black thigh highs and heels.

The fact I was getting hard rather quickly had me feeling a little uncomfortable. Then I turned my eyes to Rebecca and any chance of reining in my erection ended. She was two inches shorter than her sister, sandy blonde hair with brown eyes, a little slimmer as she was more athletic, perky B-cup breasts, she was wearing a similar ensemble to her older sister, except hers was red.

My eyes moved to the coffee table between us. In addition to the bottle of scotch was a bottle of lube and two dildos. I actually felt myself blush as my daughters walked around the coffee table and kneeled on the floor in front of me.

"Don't freak out, Daddy," Cassandra said softly, feeling of her hands move up my thigh, my other thigh being felt up by Rebecca, "We're here to look after you."

"We love you so much, Daddy," Rebecca added, "And we want you to know how special you are to us."

I couldn't find my voice. In fact, I couldn't even move. The fact I was rock hard had me feeling no end of guilt. They were my little girls, but the thoughts running through my head in that moment... I put down to the alcohol. They both leaned up as their hands moved up over my abs to my chest.

"Daddy works out," Cassandra whispered. With rather deft fingers, I found my shirt rather quickly undone, Cassandra telling me to lean forward. Without thinking, I did so, my shirt quickly but neatly folded by Rebecca, as I leaned back. Their hands immediately returned to my chest. I had a thin covering of dark hair. Caroline had always loved my chest hair. Said it made me more masculine.

When their hands moved down to my belt, I moved my hand to stop them. Cassandra slapped it away and glared at me. "No, Daddy!" she stated firmly.

I finally found my voice. Sort of... "But..."

"Daddy, we're looking after you," Rebecca insisted, "We're going to show you all the love you deserve. Don't make it weird."

I almost laughed at that last sentence. How was it not already weird? But they undid the belt before undoing the button of my trousers and lowering the fly. Rebecca told me to lift. I thought about refusing, but the hard look in both sets of eyes suggested I should just comply for now. I almost laughed as, for a moment, they reminded me of their mother when I would say no to something.

Then it was my underwear and the fact I was erect would have been obvious.

"Wow," Rebecca whispered, noticing colour come to her cheeks.

"Daddy has a big cock!" Cassandra stated excitedly. When I felt a hand of theirs each caress the tent in my underwear, I couldn't hold back the light groan that escaped me, causing both girls to giggle. "Daddy, we're going to take off your underwear. Lift up."

I met their eyes again. This time, I could almost see the pleading in their eyes. "Don't make us beg, Daddy," Rebecca whispered, "We love you so much. We want to do this for you."

I put it down to the booze for the reason I complied, lifting up so they could slide off my underwear. And that's how I ended up sitting on the lounge completely nude with my two oldest daughters gazing up and down my body. And the unconditional love in their eyes was soon joined by a healthy dose of lust.

Without a word, Cassandra turned and grabbed the lube. Pouring some into the hands of her sister, she poured more on her own hands, and added a little to my cock. "Girls," I managed to ask, "What are you going to do?"

"We're virgins, Daddy," Cassandra replied, "You will be our first."

"And our one and only," Rebecca added.

"Not tonight though, Daddy. Tonight, we're going to make you cum."

"We've never stroked a real cock before. We've seen a few in porn."

"You do have a big cock, Daddy. We've been thinking about doing this for so long."

"We're going to make you cum at least twice. Next time, we're both going to suck you off."

"Though we're hoping you'll eat our hot little pussies too." My cock jumped at the idea. I had always loved going down on Caroline. I'd spend an entire night just eating her out. Cassandra grinned as she figured it out quickly. "Did you like that thought, Daddy? Eating my tight little virgin pussy?"

"Fuck," I grunted.

"You can eat us out together, Daddy," Rebecca stated, "Though once you've done that, Cassandra will also like to do it. Eat my pussy, that is."

"And I can't wait to feel Rebecca licking my pussy too."

I found that idea even hotter than doing it myself. I needed to take a deep breath. "You're serious?" I managed to ask.

"Of course, Daddy. We love you so much, but we also want to fool around with each other. We want to put on a show for you after we stroke you off. We're going to masturbate on the floor together."

Then I felt one of their soft hands gently grasp my cock. Feeling my eyes widen slightly, they both returned a smile I'd seen a million times before. One of their unconditional love for their father. Then they started to move their hands in unison and, to be honest, I was putty in their paws from that moment on. I couldn't have asked them to stop if I tried. It had been far too long since someone else had touched my cock.

I'm not sure how they learned, maybe from porn, but they soon had a system working and I could see they were mesmerised by how I was reacting. I guess they gave into temptation rather quickly, because when I felt a tongue run along my shaft, I released such a groan, they both started to giggle. Soon, fingers were being joined by tongues, opening my eyes to see Cassandra gazing up at me as her tongue licked around the head of my cock.

"I'm close, Cassie," I murmured.

"Cum for us, Daddy," Cassandra whispered, "Then we'll get you nice and hard again."

"We need to suck him next time, Cass," Rebecca moaned, "I want to suck his big cock."

"I do too, Becca."

Their hands were soon working my shaft quickly and I knew I was close. I warned them both again, hearing them giggle as I felt them start to aim my cock. When I groaned a last time, I couldn't hold back any longer, moaning as I felt that first spurt erupt from my cock. I heard giggles again, but my head was relaxing back as I felt blast after blast of cum just erupt. It was the best orgasm I'd enjoyed in years. When I finally caught my breath and opened my eyes, I glanced down to see my daughters gazing up at me, their faces coated in my cum.

I should have been disgusted with myself. They were my daughters, but there was something in that moment where I saw them as the mature young women they were, and they were utterly gorgeous. "How was that, Daddy?" Cassandra asked before she turned to her sister and they made out.

Watching them kiss had my cock immediately throbbing with excitement. Breaking their kiss, they lifted their hands and started licking each other's clean before they used the same fingers to clean each other's face. Turning towards me, they smiled again as they both leaned down to kiss my cock.

 "Fuck," I hissed when they both ran their tongue up and down my shaft a couple of times.

"Want to see us masturbate, Daddy?"

"We've come this far," I muttered, "Can I have another drink?"

"Will it stop you getting hard again later?"

"No, Becca. Daddy will definitely get hard again."

As Rebecca got me another drink, Cassandra pushed the coffee table out of the way. She switched the station to one of her music lists. With a new drink in hand, I watched my two daughters perform a sultry striptease, unable to stop smiling as it was obvious this wasn't the first time they made out, watching as two pairs of perky teenage breasts were unveiled before they lowered their panties to reveal incredibly bare, tight little pusses.

They didn't come near me but they did end up sitting side by side on the floor, running their hands up and down their bodies. "Do you love our bodies, Daddy?" Cassandra asked.

Rebecca dipped a finger in her pussy and sucked on the same finger. I was rock hard instantly. "Want to taste us, Daddy?" she asked, her tone so sultry, I near enough got up ready to fuck her.

"We're going to masturbate for you, Daddy. But you get to decide. Fingers or toys?"

"Fingers only, Cassie. I want to see my little girls cum more than once."

"Do you want to touch us, Daddy?" Rebecca wondered, "I'd love you to touch me."

"Next time, baby. You perform for daddy right now."

It was definitely the drink, or that's what I'd tell myself in the morning. Or maybe it was the crippling loneliness. Or maybe it was the fact I knew how much my daughters loved me. I knew I'd wake up feeling guilty in the morning, but in that moment, the guilt was overridden by the fact I was beyond horny and my two girls were incredibly sexy and wanted to be there with me.

Watching the pair masturbate was one of the most erotic things I'd witnessed in all my years. They were completely in the moment, but their eyes never stopped gazing at me. I guess sitting their naked with an erection was enough to turn them on. The living room was soon filled with their scent, which only turned me on even more. They were doing their best to be quiet, considering my three other daughters were asleep in their own rooms, but it was obvious they were as horny as anyone I'd seen.

"Daddy," Cassandra whimpered before she orgasmed.

"Oh god, Daddy," Rebecca cried out softly as she climaxed.

"I need my toy, Daddy," Cassandra stated, "We used our toys and think of you making love to us."

I stood up and grabbed them. They told me which one belong to who, sitting down in time to see them slide the dildo inside them. They both climaxed almost immediately, whimpering and moaning, crying out 'Daddy' softly as they started to fuck themselves senseless. What I didn't expect was that Rebecca almost squirted when she enjoyed yet another climax.

"Oh fuck, Daddy," Rebecca whimpered.

They were both totally turned on, and after sharing a glance, they sat up on their knees and moved in my direction. Continuing to use their toys on themselves, their tongues were back at work on my cock. This time, I sat forward and ran my fingers through their hair, the back of my fingers down their cheeks. They gazed up at me and I knew they didn't just love me. They were in love with me.

"I love you both so much," I whispered.

Cassandra took my cock in her mouth, her soft lips around my shaft. I groaned loudly as her head bobbed up and down a few times before Rebecca then took her chance to get her cock in her mouth. To my surprise, they alternated without fighting over it. Their eyes rarely left mine so I wondered how they'd react if I stood up. To say their eyes lit up with desire wouldn't be an understatement.

"Dildos on the floor and ride them while you blow me," I ordered.

The pair were soon bouncing up and down, trying to focus on me as well. They both enjoyed another climax before they just focused on me. I could see Cassandra was taking more control and it was eventually her that took the lead completely, Rebecca resting her cheek against my thigh as Cassandra gagged more than once, trying to swallow as much of my cock as possible.

"Fuck," I grunted.

"Cum in her mouth, Daddy," Rebecca almost demanded, "We'll share it when you're empty."

Just that thought was enough to almost have me climax. Meeting Cassandra's green eyes, she was almost begging me to finish in her mouth with that one looked. I couldn't help smile as I caressed her cheek again, noticing her smile as Rebecca was now hugging my legs.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, Cassandra squealing as she would have felt my cum flood her mouth. I know she swallowed a bit of it, but as soon as I was empty, she turned to kiss her sister. They kissed for a couple of minutes before they turned to smile at me.

"On the couch," I ordered.

They complied immediately, sitting back and spreading their legs. Grabbing their toys, I handed them over. Without needing to be told, they started masturbating again. I told them not to stop until I told them to. They were both completely and utterly turned on, and one orgasm was soon flowing into the other. After Cassandra had her third, I told her she could stop. Rebecca was on the verge of her third, biting her bottom lip and moaning 'Daddy' over and over again. When she finally climaxed, she squirted a little bit again.

Finishing my glass of scotch, my daughters sat up and cuddled me. "Okay, girls. I think that's enough for now," I whispered.

"Are you upset, Daddy?" Cassandra asked, hearing the worry in her tone.

"I'll never be upset about what we've done, but I think the three of us need to sleep and then talk about this in the morning." Leaning back, I made sure both were looking at me, cupping a cheek with each hand. "I love you both with all my heart. Each of my daughters has a little piece of it."

"Can we sleep with you?" Rebecca wondered.

"While I'd love to have you both with me, I don't think that's a good idea. Trying to explain that to your sisters wouldn't be easy."

Helping them to their feet, they both hugged me tightly and told me how much they loved me. I cuddled them back, enjoying the feeling of their naked skin at my fingertips. I almost had to kick myself to remember they were my daughters, not my lovers, despite what we'd just done. Asking them to go to bed as I needed time to think, I was thankful they were not disappointed the fun was over. It was only when they were about to leave that I realised I hadn't actually kissed them.

Beckoning both towards me, I kissed my oldest first, ensuring it was not the usual fatherly peck, but I pulled her close and kissed her properly. When my tongue slid into her mouth, she moaned loudly and melted into my body. Doing the same with Rebecca, she nearly burst into tears, stating afterwards that was how she'd wanted to kiss me for so long.

"Goodnight and sweet dreams," I whispered. They returned a dreamy smile each before I watched their cute little butts disappear.

As soon as I was alone, I sat on the couch and sculled the rest of my glass. "Fuck," I muttered, "What the fuck do I do now?"

*****

Rebecca

As soon as she woke up, memories of the previous night flooded her mind. Without thinking, she kicked off her sheets and ran a hand down her lithe body towards her bare pussy. Smiling at the fact she was already wet, she spread her legs and dipped a pair of fingers into her pussy. She had just picked up a little momentum when there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" she asked, barely able to control her voice.

"Cassie."

"Come in."

Cassandra appeared and smiled, immediately stripping nude, Rebecca turning to kiss her sister as she was now using her thumb to stimulate her clit. "I woke up horny," she moaned softly.

"Dreams of daddy?" Cassandra asked as her fingers were soon inside her pussy.

"I'm fairly sure I orgasmed while I slept, dreaming of him licking my pussy before he made love to me."

"God, I had the same dreams, Becca. I woke up fondling myself something stupid. My panties were completely drenched."

Rebecca smiled as she watched her older sister masturbate, leaning closer so they could make out. Lifting her fingers, Cassandra eagerly sucked on her fingers, while Rebecca sucked on the fingers offered by Cassandra. "I love your taste, Cassie. As soon as we've fucked daddy, I'm eating your pussy."

Moving to straddle her sister, she smiled at her older sister as they continued to masturbate. But now that they'd had fun with their father, she wanted fun with her sister. Taking her fingers from her pussy, she gently grabbed Cassandra by the wrist and moved her hand out of the way, sliding her fingers inside her sister.

"Becca," Cassandra whimpered.

"Finger me, Cassie. Make me cum."

They both cried as they made each other orgasm for the first time, sharing a kiss of such intense passion, they need to just hold each other for a couple of minutes, their mouths refusing to part as they almost humped each other's thighs at the same time. "I love you so much, Cassie," she whispered, "But I can't wait until we enjoy daddy together too."

"I know he's up and in the kitchen. He might want to talk to us after breakfast."

"Okay, I guess we should get up and dressed. Are the others up?"

"Probably."

With a sigh, they both got out of bed and dressed. Cassandra had to put on a new pair of panties, handing them to her sister, who immediately inhaled her scent. Rebecca handed over her own drenched panties, Cassandra putting them to her nose and smiling. "Fuck, I can't wait to eat my little sisters' pussy," she stated before slipping out the door.

Wearing a crop-top, showing off her flat stomach, and a pair of short shorts that barely covered her arse, Rebecca wandered into the kitchen to find her three younger sisters already at the table, eating their breakfast. As for their father, he was busy preparing another plate at the counter. When their eyes met and he realised what she was wearing, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing underwear, as she knew her nipples would be showing.

Walking towards him, she kissed his cheek, running a hand down his firm chest to give his cock a quick squeeze. "Morning, Daddy," she said.

"Morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?"

"Slept like the dead, Daddy. It was a long night and I was worn out."

"Well, that's why I cooked breakfast this morning, so you'll have a little energy restored."

Kissing his cheek again, she joined her sister's at the table, the four soon chatting away. Cassandra walked in a few minutes later, wearing practically the same thing as herself. The six of them were soon sat around the table, noticing her father sitting in silence but a smile on his face. Once everyone had finished eating, he cleared his throat.

"Thank you for yesterday, girls. I know life hasn't always been easy for us these last few years, but the fact you knew what the date yesterday meant, not only to me but to all of you... Thank you. Now with that out of the way, what would you like to do this weekend?"

No surprise the five girls wanted to go shopping on the Saturday then laze around the house and by the pool on the Sunday. Her father allowed all five out together as he trusted the older girls to look after those who were younger, so he drove them to the mall once everyone was dressed, asking either Cassandra or Rebecca to call when they were done.

As soon as they arrived at the mall, Cassandra instructed the three younger sisters to stay together and to call if they had any trouble, and under no circumstances were they to leave the mall. They were welcome to join Cassandra and Rebecca, but they knew the three younger sisters would probably be bored. They'd be happy to go hang around some other stores, perhaps meet up with a few friends. The mall was huge, over five levels, and even had a cinema.

"Where are we going, Cassie?"

Cassandra took her hand and led her away from their sisters. "We're going to buy things to wear for daddy for when he takes our virginity," Cassandra replied in a hushed tone, "See how excited he was last night?"

"He was so hard. I can't believe how much of his cock you swallowed."

"I was ready to leap onto his lap and slide down that cock, Becca. I want him so much it hurts sometimes. I need him inside my pussy. I need to feel him cum inside me. I need to make love with him, and I know after that first time, that will be it. He will be the only man I'm ever with."

"Are you wet again?"

"I'm always wet when thinking about daddy. I purposely leave my panties on top of the laundry so he can see them. I wonder if he notices and holds them to his nose?"

"I do that too," Rebecca admitted, "I usually make sure they're absolutely drenched, just in time for when he does the laundry. Well, when he does it if one of us hasn't already done it."

Finding a well-known lingerie store, the pair walked in and were immediately greeted by a kind shop assistant. Cassandra had a good idea of what she wanted, while Rebecca browsed for a few minutes before finding a couple of items she was sure their father would like. They spent a bit of money though ensured neither of them overspent. They compared what they were buying, wondering if their daddy would like what they purchased. Both were still incredibly turned on and wet, giggling as they tried on panties that were definitely damp by the time they'd finished posing in them.

Another few shops were visited, mostly just browsing with an occasional purchase here or there, Cassandra messaged Michaela, the middle daughter, asking if they were ready to have lunch. The two oldest met their three younger sisters. It was obvious they'd been having fun, the two youngest, Olivia and Carolina, smiling broadly as they carried bags with purchases of their own.

"Are you all shopped out?" Cassandra asked.

"Can we go home after lunch?" Carolina wondered, "Daddy is home all alone."

They couldn't help smile, Rebecca glancing around and seeing the others agreed with their youngest sister.

"He's probably enjoying the peace and quiet," Michaela suggested.

After finishing their lunch, Cassandra called a cab that was large enough to take the five of them home. Their father was busy mowing the backyard when they arrived back. Cassandra and Rebecca wandered out onto the decking, watching their father pushing the mower away, the muscles of his back glistening with sweat. It was a rather warm day. When he turned around to mow back in their direction, they couldn't see his eyes due to the sunglasses but he still grinned.

Taking off his ear defenders, he was also listening to music as well. "Is it loud, Daddy?" Cassandra asked.

"One thing your mother and I always loved together was music. She was a proper metal chick."

"We know as she gave us a couple of her shirts," Rebecca stated. She'd also put them on more than once, though considering Cassandra's larger bust, one of their mothers' shirts looked even better on her as they were all small and very skin tight.

"I'll just finish up here and I'll be inside soon. Everyone enjoy themselves?"

"Lots of shopping then lunch, Daddy," Rebecca replied.

"Good. Any plans for this evening?"

"We're going to spend time with you, Daddy," Cassandra told him.

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Girls, we have to talk about what happened last night."

"No, we don't, Daddy," Rebecca insisted more forcefully than she intended, "We did nothing wrong. We love you and will continue to express it that way."

She watched his eyes move between them a couple of times. "We'll talk about it later," he stated, using that tone they recognised. That fatherly tone that expected obedience. Even though they were both now adults, they still lived in the family home, and he was still their father.

"Yes, Daddy," Cassandra said softly, "Are you mad at us?"

"Of course not. Bu we do need to talk. Head on inside, relax, and don't think about it too much. I'm definitely not angry about it. Okay?" They both walked over and hugged him, feeling him kiss their foreheads. "I love you both very much. I'm a proud father of five wonderful daughters."

Heading inside, the other three were already doing their own thing. Well, Carolina was busy playing in her room, Olivia was playing on her games system, Michaela was actually being sensible, sitting at her desk with her laptop, studying hard as always. Rebecca wandered into her own room, dumping her bags on the bed. She almost jumped when feeling two arms wrap around her.

"You looked so fucking hot posing earlier," Cassandra breathed into her ear, "I wanted to just get on my knees and eat your pussy."

"Fuck," Rebecca moaned softly, "I want daddy so much but I really need my big sister too."

"We'll let him talk tonight, but whatever he says, we're going to convince him this is what we want, and he's going to want us in the end." Rebecca felt her sisters' lips on her neck, earning another soft moan. "After he's made love to us, we'll make love in front of him."

Cassandra let her go, giving Rebecca time to calm down. The rest of the afternoon was spent lazing around the house. Their father was still working out in the backyard, looking after the pool. She noticed Cassandra walk by her room in a bikini. Five minutes later, she was by her sisters' side as they lay back on a sunlounge each, soaking in the late afternoon rays of sun.

Dinner was a simple affair, being a Saturday. Their father always allowed the younger girls to stay up later on a weekend, but not too late that it affected their sleep patterns. It was very late by the time he walked into the living room with a glass of scotch. Rebecca was sitting next to her sister as their father sat by himself on one of the comfortable chairs.

"I'm not going to say it was only the drink last night," he stated after taking a sip, "I look at all five of you and see signs of your mother. But that doesn't excuse what we did last night. I'm your father and I shouldn't see either of you as... Well, there are rules and laws. Morals as well, I guess. I can understand why you did that for me last night. I'll admit, I have felt lonely at times since I lost your mother..."

"When did you last have sex, Daddy?" Cassandra asked, "Be honest, how long since you felt the love of a woman?"

"Two weeks before she died," he replied softly, "Even through the pain, she wanted to be intimate with the man she loved." He managed a smile as he added, "Hell, she wanted to be intimate with me after that, but she wasn't strong enough. So she found peace and happiness in just having me lie with her, holding her in my arms, telling her how much I loved her."

Cassandra stood up and Rebecca followed her as they both sat on their knees, resting their hands on his thighs. "Daddy, we love you and only want to make you happy," Cassandra stated, "We know this is difficult for you to understand, but with Rebecca and myself, you have two women who are willing to give themselves to you. We want you to be our one and only. Instead of looking for some strange woman and introducing her, Rebecca and I can be both your daughters but also your lovers and partners."

"It's wrong," her father whispered, "I shouldn't be having any thoughts about you. You're still my little girls."

"We're now women, Daddy, and we're mature enough to make this decision," Rebecca stated, "There is only one man in the world we want and that man is you."

"We're not expecting a decision right now, Daddy," Cassandra added, "But we're going to be relentless. If necessary, we will wear you down until you give into temptation and accept that we're in love with you and we want to be intimate with you."

"We're virgins, Daddy, and that will be our gift to you," Rebecca stated.

"You're in love with me?" 

They both smiled. "More than anything, Daddy," Cassandra replied, "You're the only man we've ever wanted. We know we'll have to be careful around our sisters, but this can work, Daddy. We'll always be your daughters, but we now want to share your bed. We want to feel your fingers and mouth all over our bodies. We want to feel your big cock sliding inside us, making us your women. We've already proven we'll happily suck your cock. We hope you enjoy eating pussy."

The smirk suggested to both girls that he loved eating pussy. "Well, I did love making your mother happy," he stated softly. They watched him as he was deep in thought, sipping at his drink. "You're serious about this?" he finally asked.

"We love you so much, Daddy," Rebecca whispered, trying to keep her emotions in check.

"And we want to make you as happy as Mum did," Cassandra added, "We'll never replace her in your heart, but we want you to feel the same sort of love you felt with her too."

He stood up and poured himself another drink, grabbing two more glasses, eventually sitting down and handing a glass to his two daughters, keeping the third for himself. Rebecca sniffed and could smell the alcohol. She took a sip and managed to not pull a face. "It's an acquired taste," her father stated with humour, "Give me time to think about this, girls."

"Did you enjoy last night, Daddy? Being one hundred percent honest."

"Cassandra, it was the best night I've had since I lost your mother. You made me feel special and I hope I made you feel as special in return."

"You did," Rebecca whispered, "But I also want more, Daddy."

"That's why I need time to think, sweetheart." He leaned forward and, to both girls' surprise, left a soft kiss on their lips. "You're both beautiful young women. There is that part of me that's incredibly flattered you'd look at me with any sort of desire."

"Well, you're not just our daddy, you're fucking fit too!" Cassandra exclaimed.

"I think about you whenever I masturbate, Daddy," Rebecca added.

Neither girl expected what he said next. "Do it for me now," he ordered.

Rebecca amazed herself at how readily she complied. Ever so eager to get off her crop-top and shorts, he added, "Slowly, girls. Make it sexy. Show yourself love. But I'm not going to touch either of you. Once you orgasm, go to bed. I'll think about it this week. I'll let you know my decision on Friday night."

Rebecca happily put on a sexy strip-tease for her father. She'd practiced with her older sister more times than she'd care to count, because they wanted to turn him on. Hearing her father chuckle at the fact she wasn't wearing underwear did make her blush, but when she sat back on the floor and spread her legs, exposing her bare, wet pussy, she saw the momentary lust cross his eyes. Cassandra was doing the same thing, running her finger along her slit, talking dirty to their father.

"I'd love you to eat my tight little virgin pussy, Daddy," Rebecca cooed, "Then you can slide your big cock inside me when you've made me cum. Good thing I'm on the pill, because you can pump me with all the cum you want."

"Though you can fill my mouth with plenty of cum too, Daddy," Cassandra added, the sultry tone turning on Rebecca.

"What about your arse?" Rebecca wondered.

"Daddy will own us, Becca," Cassandra replied, "I'll do anything he wanted."

"Me too," Rebecca whispered.

"Play with yourself, girls," their father said softly, "I want to see you enjoy yourselves. Take pleasure in your own bodies. I want to see my little girls orgasm."

"You do, Daddy?" Cassandra asked in that innocent voice she used to get what she wanted. Their father smiled and nodded. "Okay, Daddy. We'll put on a sexy show, just for you."

Rebecca would admit it the craziest and sexiest thing she'd ever done until that moment in her life. She knew boys at her school liked her. She could look in the mirror and see she was attractive and quite fit. But no boy would ever compare to the man that was her father. He'd been the object of her fantasies for a long time.

Cassandra enjoyed an orgasm first, covering her mouth to stifle her moans. She noticed the look of delight on her father's face as he quietly told her to keep going. "Daddy," Cassandra whimpered.

"I know, baby, but keep going for your daddy. He's loving the show you're putting on for him."

"Anything for you, Daddy," Rebecca moaned before she enjoyed her first orgasm.

The two girls enjoyed at least five each before they simply collapsed on the floor, turning towards each other and giggling. Rebecca could feel her body still quivering for a few minutes afterwards. Glancing back at their father, there was no missing the bulge in his trousers. Sharing a glance, the girls exchanged a smile before they sat up on their knees and moved towards him.

"Need us to take care of that, Daddy?" Rebecca asked innocently.

He glanced between the pair of them with a smile. "While I would like to say yes, as I said, I need to think about things. I'm now aware of how you two feel about me. But I need time. Please give me that. I know you're probably going to tease me relentlessly. I won't mind, but please just be careful around your sisters. Okay?"

"We will, Daddy," Cassandra replied.

"Thank you. Now I'm off to bed. Please don't try and join me just yet. Part of me would love to feel one or both of you against me like you are right now, but I cannot deal with that temptation just yet."

He stood up as both girls rose to their feet, cuddling him together. Rebecca sighed as a strong arm surrounded her body, feeling his lips against her forehead. They both whispered how much they loved him, and she felt rather emotional when he told them how much he loved them in return. He left for his bedroom first, leaving the two sisters to pick up their discarded clothes.

Cassandra took her hand and led her towards her bedroom. "You're sleeping with me tonight," her older sister told her, "And don't even think about putting on any clothing."

"Can we make each other cum again?"

"Becca, I'm going to make you orgasm so much, you'll pass out next to me."

She couldn't help smile as her older sister pushed her onto the bed. Rebecca spread her legs provocatively as Cassandra ensured her door was closed and locked. Joining her on the bed, the pair shared a passionate kiss as Cassandra's fingers immediately got to work at her pussy.

"Oh god," Rebecca whimpered.

"Let your big sister look after you," Cassandra whispered, "Then you can look after me later."

Neither girl had any idea what time they did eventually fall asleep that night. But they slept long into the next morning.

*****

Mark

I was distracted all week. No surprise considering what I'd been up to that weekend. I should have been feeling guilty but the thing that scared me most was the fact I didn't. Maybe I really was so lonely that I could look at two of my daughters and not resist the temptation. They were beautiful young women. I saw pieces of their mother in both of them. Well, there were parts of their mother in all five children. Carolina looked so much like her mother at the same age it broke my heart to look at her sometimes.

But we'd also crossed one hell of a line both Friday and Saturday night. Sunday was sensible as the five girls spent most of the day lounging around the pool. I did a little cleaning around the house, spent an hour or two outside, but tried to keep my distance from my two oldest. Thankfully, they behaved themselves in front of their sisters, though whenever they caught me alone, they had no problem touching me everywhere. I didn't try very hard to stop them.

It felt nice to be loved and appreciated, and it was certainly flattering, even if I was their father.

By Friday night, I'd already made up my mind. The two girls had been teasing and flirting with me all week. I couldn't help chuckle at their efforts as they were not shy, but also took my warning to heart, never doing anything in front of their sisters. But when they disappeared to bed for the evening, Cassandra and Rebecca spent the rest of the night naked. They didn't touch me but spent a lot of time touching themselves. I got rather used to their scent lingering in the room after they finished masturbating.

Rebecca was the first to side into my bed late at night. She was naked, of course, pressing her tight little butt back against me as I slept on my side. I woke up enough to feel her warm body against mine. She let me know who it was and I think she was ready for me to kick her out. When I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tight to my body, she choked back a sob.

"It's okay, sweetheart," I whispered, "But you'll need to get up with me in the morning before the others."

"I will, Daddy," she whispered, back, "I love you."

"Love you too."

I woke up with the usual erection, pressing against her. She wasted little time rubbing her arse against me. I could have easily slid out of my underwear and then rolled her over and made love, but I still wasn't there yet. But she must have told Cassandra, as her older sister was in my bed that night. And she ensured my hand ended up between her legs, moaning 'Daddy' as she made sure I was fondling her while I was half asleep.

Hearing my oldest little girl moaning next to me almost made me blast in my underwear. I was also surprised how little guilt I felt. Instead, I felt great about the fact I'd made my little girl feel so good.

Returning home from work on Friday, my five girls were all lazing about in the living room. They knew I would go work out in the garage first before I'd sit down and relax. If I sat down after walking in the door, I wouldn't get up again. Of course, the first thing I did was hug all my girls. Carolina was always pleased that her daddy was home from work. I hugged her for at least a few minutes.

"Love you, pumpkin," I whispered.

"Love you too, Daddy," she whispered back. Sometimes, I couldn't bear to look at her face and into those eyes, as I'd see her mother, and it would break me again for a few seconds.

After my workout, I changed and placed the usual order for fish and chips that was a tradition in the household. Everyone was in a good mood. I think my girls could sense I was feeling better about things. Don't get me wrong, I'd always carry that heartbreak. Certain dates were worse than others. But although I'd felt lonely, my girls had kept me going. I hadn't felt any need to find someone else. I did think that, perhaps after Carolina had grown old enough, I would consider dipping my toe into the dating game...

Cassandra and Rebecca had changed all that.

I could see both of them watching me from time to time as we relaxed as a family in the living room. As always, my three younger daughters eventually headed to bed at a reasonable time. Kisses on the cheek and a tight hug. Carolina still liked it when I said goodnight once she was in bed, though she wasn't that young anymore, I'd keep doing it until she eventually asked me to stop.

Returning to the living room, Cassandra and Rebecca were sitting side by side on the lounge. A single jerk of the head and I headed back down the hallway to my bedroom. I heard giggling, entering my bedroom, Cassandra and Rebecca appearing seconds later. I closed and locked the door as my two oldest daughters gazed up at me. That same look of unconditional love I'd seen nearly all their lives, but there was a healthy dose of lust now mixed in with that love.

"You're both virgins?" I asked. Both nodded firmly in reply. "Okay... Are you sure about this, girls? I don't want you to regret this tomorrow morning."

"We love you, Daddy," Cassandra whispered, "We both want you."

"Not just tonight but forever," Rebecca added softly.

I took a deep breath. "Okay. Do you want to be here together or...?"

"Could you handle both of us tonight, Daddy?" Cassandra asked, her tone sultry but also teasing.

When I grinned, they giggled as I'm sure my eyes lit up. Two beautiful young women wanted to be intimate with me together? I wasn't actually going to have a threesome with my two daughters for their first time, but if they wanted, they'd both lose their virginity on the same night.

"Yes, I can handle you both," I finally replied, "If you both want to be here tonight, then you can support each other, but I promise you, I will be gentle and I will make sure it's memorable."

"Daddy, we know it can be awkward, but being with you is what we've always wanted," Cassandra informed me, "And we know you'll make this night as special as possible."

"Do you want us naked, Daddy?"

"I'll slowly strip you both, baby," I replied.

They both grinned as I did take off my t-shirt, leaving me dressed in only a pair of shorts. Their eyes drank in my chest. I had a faint covering of dark hair but what would have impressed them was the fact I was rather fit. Lots of gym worked helped with sexual frustration. Once I was down to just my underwear, the tent would have been obvious. The pair stepped forward, hooked their fingers in the band, and pulled them down, dropping to their knees as they did so.

To their surprise, I shook my head, offering my hands to help them back to their feet. "My focus tonight is you too," I said softly, kissing each of them softly on the lips, "Do you want daddy between yours legs?" They both smiled, nodding eagerly. "Would you like daddy to eat your pussies?"

"God yes," Cassandra almost moaned.

"Then do you want daddy to make love to each of you?"

Rebecca practically choked back a sob as she nodded. I hugged both tightly to my body for a few seconds before Cassandra and I helped undress Rebecca, before she and I returned the favour to Cassandra. I know my face lit up once they were naked before me again. They were still teenagers so their breasts were still perky, their bodies still soft in the right places, and there was no missing the fact my two oldest daughters were incredibly attractive.

"Girls, one question. Am I the reason you've never had boyfriends?"

They shared a glance and both blushed. "There's a second reason, Daddy," Cassandra replied, noticing her take Rebecca's hand, interlacing their fingers together. I couldn't help smile. "We love each other too. We want to be with each other intimately, though we're both going to be with you more often."

"We definitely want your cock, Daddy," Rebecca added, "But I really need my sisters' pussy too."

"So the idea of a threesome..."

"Is such a turn on, Daddy!" Cassandra exclaimed, "You fuck me, I eat Becca's pussy. Orgasms for all three of us!"

We ended up on the bed together, both girls lying back and they realised I could only focus on one. Rebecca told me to focus on Cassandra first, stating she was my first born and that she would always be special in my heart. I kissed Rebecca in such a way that she almost started crying again.

"Enough of that," I whispered, "You all own a piece of my heart in equal measure. Okay?" Her lip started to tremble, eyes glistening, as she nodded. "I love you all as much as I loved your mother. You all carry a part of her in you. It's why I can be here with you like this now, because in a way, you being here means she's still with me too."

"Please focus on my sister now," Rebecca whispered, "But I definitely want your focus on me later, Daddy."

Cassandra was eager, I learned that very quickly. Just kissing her, feeling my cock resting against her pussy, she was soaking wet and I knew she was going to be hot and tight once I'd slid inside her. Kissing down to her neck, she giggled as I always kept stubble, stating it tickled but it felt good at the same time. Her breasts were perfect for her stature, enjoying how hard her nipples were as I used my mouth on them for the first time.

"Oh my god, Daddy!" she exclaimed, hearing Rebecca giggle next to me again.

Feeling her fingers run through my hair had me grinning as I gave both breasts plenty of attention, but this was merely to the entrée to what she really wanted. Slowly kissing down her body, I could inhale her scent as I avoided her pussy, almost feeling the heat emanating off her as I kissed down one thigh then up the other. I only moved to her core once she was almost begging me to eat her out.

Running my tongue up her slit made her shudder. Gazing up her body to meet her eyes, she moaned one single word.

"Daddy..."

She knew it was the first time I would have done this for any woman since her mother. Rebecca shuffled closer to her sister, noticing they were holding hands as I wrapped a hand around each thigh and slowly learned everything about my oldest daughter's hot, wet pussy. She tasted absolutely divine. When I told her, she certainly blushed but the smile warmed my heart as I slowly worked my tongue, learning what made her moan.

Sliding a finger inside her, I figured out where her special spot was rather quickly as her breathing got quicker and her back started to lift off the bed.

"Daddy," she moaned.

"Clit, sweetie?" She almost chewed on her bottom lip as she nodded her head. Her little clit had made its appearance. "Do you know how you like it?" Shaking her head, I couldn't help smile. "Well, I'll figure it out for you then."

I figured it out slowly, but with another finger inside her, she had to kiss Rebecca to stifle some of her louder moans. She was soon gyrating at what I was doing with my fingers and tongue, her eyes gazing down over her body into mine. She moaned my name more than once whenever she wasn't kissing her sister.

Then her orgasm hit. Her back arched as her pussy squeezed my fingers like a vice. "Daddy!" she squealed. I could only hope my other three daughters were fast asleep, or at least had their televisions up to a volume they wouldn't hear her.

I didn't relent on Cassandra for a second. "Make her cum again, Daddy," Rebecca stated, noticing she was now masturbating, "Want to eat my pussy next?"

"I will, then I'll make love to both of you."

Cassandra wanted her father to help her orgasm again. I knew I still had a lot to learn about her body, but I'd figured out the basics, so getting her off again and again wasn't too difficult. When she enjoyed a third orgasm, she burst into tears and that was the signal to let her calm down. Crawling up the bed, she turned onto her side and cuddled me. Looking at my fingers, I offered them to Rebecca. She sucked on them eagerly, feeling her tongue run up and down my fingers like she was sucking my cock. Cassandra giggled as my cock lurched at the display.

"Okay, Daddy, time to focus on my sister now."

Getting Rebecca off didn't take too long as she was beyond horny but I still took my time. I didn't just dive for her pussy, I gave her body plenty of attention, just like her sister. She burst into tears at her first orgasm but begged me not to stop. Cassandra helped calm her down, smiling at the way the two shared some very soft but passionate kisses. I couldn't help marvel at how much the pair genuinely loved each other as sisters but also lovers.

"You like, Daddy?" Cassandra teased.

"I'd love to see you two at a later time, though I'd also love to join in."

"You'll always be invited to join us, Daddy," Rebecca moaned, "Just one more orgasm then you need to make love to your little girls."

Saying that should have put me off, but I looked at the pair of them and saw two beautiful young women. I was near enough to forty and I was currently in bed with a pair of teenagers. Not sure how many men wouldn't want to be in my current position, daughters or not.

After another orgasm, I pulled back to sit up on my knees, my two daughters lying back with smiles on their faces, spreading their legs and feeling themselves, running both hands up and down their body, incredibly rude suggestions only making my cock even harder. When they both moved to start using their mouth on it, I was surprised by their confidence, running fingers through their hair as they ran their tongues up and down my shaft.