Mars and Cherish At Home

“God dammit! Not again!” Mars cried out in frustration, scrambling to jump to her feet and pull her short skirt down, as she hopped off the kitchen counter and rushed a forceful passionate kiss with Cherish delighting in the slight taste of her pussy from her sister’s tongue as they made themselves more presentable.

As the expected sound of the door to the garage opened and closed both sister’s were fidgetting about, more out of insatiable need than anything else.

“Hey Daddy!” Mars chimed cheerfully with a slight bounce that provoked a sigh and an averted gaze as her father came up the steps from the garage.

George was at a loss of what to do. Not so much the strangely sexual inflection of the words, the too tight tank top that cut straight across her small chested frame sparse inches above her nipples, which the shirt contoured down to what seemed like every little bump, or the pleated skirt that swayed heavily and freely with each shift of her figure. George had come to terms with Marie’s selection of fashion, and penchant for less desirable behavior.

He even admitted to himself he would not be surprised if she one day dabbled in the adult industry.

His loss of what to do was with the sudden turn of events with Cherish. Recently she seemed to dress less like the individual person he knew she was, and more like her scandalous twin. Not to mention increasingly spend more time out.

He knew he had to have a talk with, with both realistically. There was increasing talk around town of the youth increasingly getting caught fucking around without care. Some of the tales he had been told were out of concern that it might’ve been one of his girls.

As Diana came in behind him George tried to dismiss those thoughts. They’d talked about it, and had agreed reluctantly not to intrude on the girls private adult lives until there was something more concrete to address.

“Smells good, what are you girls making?” Diana asked as her daughter said hello to her and seemed to shift about as if up to something.

“Brownies.” Cherish remarked with a mischievous smirk.

“Look, I don’t want you making any…” George began to respond as Mars rolled her eyes.

“They aren’t pot brownies. God, can’t a girl just bake brownies.” Mars replied with disdain shuffling slightly as she couldn’t help but think of if she could count on him responding in the right way to catching his daughters incestuous act.

Sadly the fact he’d likely freak out and over react meant the she and Cherish were stuck constantly itching to fool around when home.

Despite having each other, and a potentially available dick when home.

As the oven timer chimed an eager Cherish bounced over to the oven, threw on oven mitts and pulled out the square pan with its rich chocolate contents glistening in fresh baked delight.

“Really? Can you blame me Marie?” George stared straight at his daughter, fighting the occasional glance at her petite slender figure. “Or should I talk to you about the things I’ve heard ‘Mars’ gets up to.” George gave a knowing look as he watched his more problematic daughter sort of squirm. Sighing deeply he shook his head, wondering why he was also hearing rumors of a Cherry getting up to trouble as well. He hoped it was just Marie trying to deflect trouble, but sensed there was more to it.

Mars meanwhile wonder just what he’d heard her getting up to? Was it anything really juicy? What did he really think? Did any of it make him hard at night? Could those rumors be why she and her sister were able to fool around at night, listening to their parents increasingly, and more loudly go at it?

Did he know she was fucking a couple of the guys he golfed with?

“OH MY GOD!” Diana cried out smacking her lips and then suckling on her fingers as she sucked a bit of the gooey brownie she was offered from a finger. “That’s amazing.” Diana added before quickly finishing the small offering and grabbing another Cherish had cut.

“How are their pot brownies?” George asked half teasing, half suspecting he wasn’t that far off the truth.

“Divine… Mmm… I wish I could’ve made weed butter that made brownies half this good.” Diana paused, questioning why she suddenly confessed to such a thing, reaching for a third.

“You don’t say.” George commented, grinning mischievously as he grabbed one and took a bite. “Now what are you two going to do if both your parents get stoned off your brownies and need taking care of?”

George immediately regretted the question as the grin spread across Marie’s face.

“Well to start they aren’t pot brownies.” Cherish matter of factly stated mouthing a piece that had broken off before holding another up suggestive towards Mars.

Mars mouthed the piece of brownie, and Cherish’s finger into her mouth erotically. “Mmm… We’re both going to take good care of you. First by sending you out for dinner.” Mars added, revealing a gift card for one of the finest steak houses in town as she relished the scowl on her father’s face in response, and the wide eyed bitten lip of her mother’s as the D laced brownie slowly started to affect her.

"After which we can all sit down as a family and have a serious talk answering all those questions I see percolator Dad." Cherish quickly cut in, snatching the card from her sister, handing it to her father and trying to rush their parents out the door as their father tried to protest.

"Including how we managed to afford this gift." Mars shouted resisting the urge to chuckle as the surprise gift was struggled to be protested.

"Honey, look we could use a nice night out. Let them treat us." She could hear theor mother say as their father conceded and was finally slowly ushered out the door.

Cherish watched discreetly for the car to move before making a quick phone call.

"Hi, they've left. Text me when they get there, and give me a call when they leave." Cherish paused to listen for a few moments before speaking again. "I promise you, a full night. Just me and my sister to yourself. None of that full orgy stuff from last time. Perfect. It will be the best paid dinner you ever comped."

"I can't wait for you to get that text." Mars chimed in taking a bite from a brownie. "Finally we're going to fix what's wrong in this house."

Cherish laugh, "Not enough fucking?"

"Not enough fucking." Mars replied grabbing her twin's hand and leading the way to their room.