Joey and the Hunter twins

When I reached my son’s bedroom—lately my home office—I found him on the blow-up-mattress fucking Donna Hunter missionary-style, while her twin sister Sandra humped Joey’s leg and caressed both his body and her sister’s as they fucked. I grinned to see the scene, which reminded me of the very similar ones I’d often seen here a couple of years prior when Joey had been dating Donna, and by extension, semi-dating Sandra as well.

I laughed, then gave Joey a slap on the ass. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full, son,” I congratulated him. “Time for supper, though. Why don’t you blow your load in one of these pretty young ladies, then we can eat.”

Hi … Dad,” Joey panted, sweating and out of breath. “Almost … ready,” he promised.

Sandra paused in her impassioned caressed of the fucking couple and reached back to spread her pussy open. “Want to fuck me a little, Mr. Martin?” she offered. I could see a small, thick rivulet of cum slowly seeping out of her.

I gave the pretty brunette a pat on the ass. “Thank you, Sandra, but I just came. I’d take a while for me to get up, and we have dinner waiting. I see Joey already filled you up?”

“Yeah, a couple times,” she replied, then put a finger into her pussy and one on her clit to masturbate, since I wasn’t going to oblige her with a cock to help her get off.

“How many rounds have you gone so far?” I asked my son proudly.

“Five … I think,” he panted, then he gave a loud grunt, and thrust deeply into Donna, who gave a loud cry of her own. “Make that … six,” he sighed.

I laughed, giving Joey a congratulatory slap on the shoulder. “Good work, son. Now, go run and grab a quick shower—a very quick one!—then go down to dinner.”

Joey bounded to his feet with the seemingly inexhaustible energy of youth and rushed out to the upstairs bathroom to get cleaned up. Donna, meanwhile, was helping out her twin sister, using one hand to help the other girl rub her clit hard and fast.

“You girls are welcome to stay for supper,” I invited them, as my wife had advised, “but my wife thinks your own family is probably eager to see you while you’re home.”

“I think we’ll head home after Sandra’s done and we both get a shower, Mr. Martin,” Donna told me.

“Okay, that’s fine,” I said. “But you two are always welcome.”

“You sure … you don’t want to … fuck me?” Sandra asked breathlessly, once more tilting her butt in my direction.

“Sorry, sweetie, not today,” I declined with a smile. I recalled that I had fucked Sandra once, when her sister and Joey had been preoccupied with each other and Sandra had been left out a little. I supposed the experience must have stuck with her.

Sandra suddenly moaned out loud and arched her back, as her fingers and her sister’s finally got her off. “How about tomorrow?” she asked me, once she’d calmed down a bit, offering me a seductive smirk and lying down on the blow-up-mattress with her legs spread wide to show off her pussy.

A tentative smile played across my lips as I looked down at the naked, sweaty, horny nineteen-year-old twin. “I guess I can’t say no to that,” I admitted.

Just then, Joey hurried back into the room, still naked but now wet with water rather than sweat. His shower had been quick enough that he’d clearly just rinsed off under the water, not really washed, but it would do for now since we were in a hurry to get down to dinner.

“Hey, Joey, we’re gonna come back tomorrow and do a foursome with your dad. Is that cool?” Sandra told my son as he bustled around, grabbing clothes from his duffel bag to wear downstairs.

“Sounds awesome!” Joey replied.

“How about we invite Denise?” Donna suggested. “We could do three-on-two.”

“Yeah, cool!” Joey agreed enthusiastically. “Hey, how about I invite a bunch of the guys, too, and we’ll have an orgy by the new pool!”

“Hey, hey, hey!” I protested, hands held up. “No orgies in the new pool. That thing’s brand new, and you’re not gonna clog up the filters with a bunch of cum.”

“Maybe just a little one?” Joey asked hopefully.

“No way,” I said firmly.

“Well, your mom’ll be here, right?” Donna pointed out. “Maybe your sisters? That’s five girls and two guys. It’s almost a reverse-orgy.”

“That’s not the same thing,” Joey said glumly. “Fucking mom or my sisters isn’t like fucking real girls.”

“Don’t let them hear you say that,” I admonished my son with a smirk. “Okay, let’s get down to dinner. You two girls take your time in the shower. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Joey and I headed downstairs and met Tina and Liz in the kitchen, where the girls were setting the table.

“Are the twins staying to eat?” Liz asked.

“Nah, they’re going home,” Joey answered.

“Okay, that’s good. Their parents should get the chance to spend time with them. Have you heard from Caitlyn, Daniel?” my wife asked me, frowning. “She’s late.”

“No, not me,” I replied, shrugging.

Caitlyn was our oldest, a junior in college already, and unlike her brother she’d been home from school for a couple of weeks already. Liz still seemed to think she was in high school, due home for dinner every night and expected to be in bed by curfew, whether alone or with friends, but I was prepared to treat her more as an adult. Caitlyn was twenty years old. If she wanted to stay out for dinner, or even all night, she didn’t need to call us and ask permission. Caitlyn seemed to more or less accept her mother’s attitude for now, though, and did her best to be home by suppertime, or at least call ahead.

The rest of us were sitting down and had started eating when Caitlyn finally burst through the front door.

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry I’m late,” she was saying as she came in, tossing apologetic smiles around. Caitlyn was a total wreck: her top was slightly torn and twisted well to one side, leaving one big boob completely exposed, and her micro-skirt was bunched up around her waist, leaving her entire crotch visible as well, and from the top of her hair to nearly her knees, she was covered in cum, with the lion’s share of it oozing down her thighs from where it was leaking out of her pussy and ass.

“Whew!” she panted. “I was over at Derek’s place, and there was like … six or seven guys on me. I totally lost track of the time. Then when I realized it was getting late, my mouth was full, so I couldn’t tell the guys I had to go until Peter came and pulled out….”

“That is no excuse for barging in here late for dinner and looking like that, young lady!” Liz chastised her.

Caitlyn laced her fingers together behind her back and bit her lip, twisting contritely in place. “Sorry, Mom.”

I noticed that Caitlyn’s pubic hair had been shaved into the shape of a heart, which was new since this morning, when it had been more of a triangle. I caught my eldest daughter’s eye, nodded towards her manicured pubes, then gave her a grin and a “thumbs-up” where my wife couldn’t see. Caitlyn hid a grin, but thanked me with her eyes.

“You’re in big trouble, young lady,” Liz was saying. “At your age you should know better how to manage your time, even during a gangbang. Go get cleaned up, then come back down here to join us for family dinner.”

“Yes, Mom,” Caitlyn said, then hurried towards the stairs. “Sorry, Mom!” she called back as she left.

“You should go easier on her,” I chided my wife gently. “She’d not a kind anymore…”

“Don’t you go soft on her now, Daniel,” Liz insisted.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want the ‘golden girl’ to get spoiled, would we?” Tina asked sullenly. Tina’s hair was a lighter blond than her sister’s, and she’s always been jealous of Caitlyn’s gold-colored tresses—although I suspected that since the “no-fucking-dad” ban had gone into effect, her jealousy had another source.

“Hush, you,” Liz admonished our youngest. “Daniel, I think you should go up and talk to her,” she suggested. “Make it clear how we feel about this kind of behavior.”

I gave my wife a skeptical look, but stood and headed for the stairs to follow Caitlyn. “All right, fine, I’ll talk to her,” I promised.