Two Weeks Later.

Looking at mummy is almost like looking into a mirror. You already looked alike and with just a little make up for you both she has erased any notable differences in your faces. The only obvious difference between you is her longer hair, and the less obvious one is your stomach.

"My baobei..." mummy coos, rubbing her hands across your soft skin, feeling the barely perceptible shift that your growing girls are causing. "You're so beautiful..." she leans in and you return the delicate passion as your lips meet. You reach out and touch the woman who birthed you and raised you, the model for what you have become. The tiny school uniforms you each wear make it easy to explore, your fingers trailing over soft flesh excites you, your full breasts pressing together are almost pained by the fabric that separates them. You want to be in the shower with her, you want to be naked together, you want her to touch you and tease you...and as it always does, this wanting makes you want Daddy.

"You're beautiful too mummy," you practically whisper back as you pull away from each other a little. "But I'm not your baobei today," you smile, playfully tugging at the leash attached to mummy's neck.

"Hmmm...And I'm not your mummy," she smiles back, returning the tug on your own leash, pulling you a little closer together again, your lips hovering moments apart from each other, your thighs entangling, your free hands finding the exposed skin of each other's midriffs.

"We're supposed to be sisters today."

"Twins in fact."

"Slaves to our Daddy."

"His good little girls."

You're both trembling as you kiss again, full of a need the other cannot fulfil. You both jump as you hear the sound of Daddy's car approach and together you excitedly descend the stairs. 'Wife' and 'Daughter' are simply roles to you these days, and you will play whatever part Daddy desires of you. You wonder what he will have his 'good girls' do tonight, will he have you dance, will he fuck you until you cannot stand, will he **** himself down your throat until you cannot breathe? As he steps through the door you and mummy embrace him together, excitedly crying 'DADDY!' as you do, crushing your breasts into him and rubbing your bare legs against his in a **** bid for attention. You look to your living mirror and see the mummy feels the same as you do. You will both be whatever your Daddy wants, give him whatever he wants.

And so, you think as he kisses you deep and strokes your belly, will your little sisters.