A knock at the door a couple of minutes later ended the conversation, the three of us gathering at the dinner table. My two daughters sat opposite to me, piling their plate with their chosen dish and rice, biting into prawn crackers and sipping at their sodas. We made general conversation as always, the topic of before left alone for the time being.
Their phones starting blowing up not long after we’d eaten, no surprise their closest friends wanted to come around for a swim. When we’d bought the house fifteen years ago, the only thing we had added was a swimming pool. We just added that to the mortgage and it was perhaps one of the best decisions we’d made. The girls didn’t really need my permission, it was their house as much as mine, but they still always asked.
I was relaxing in the living room with a book when there was a knock at the door, no surprise that all five of them arrived at once. My girls appeared after getting into their bikinis, flashing me a grin as they disappeared outside, the sound of giggling and chatter immediately filling the air as they headed outside to the pool. I just shook my head, laughing to myself.
“Daddy, can you make us drinks?” Katie asked as she walked through the kitchen.
“Sure. Same as yesterday?”
“Those were great!”
“Okay, I’ll make a couple of jugs.” I started preparing, checking the bottles. “Hmmm. Might need to go buy a couple more bottles.”
Katie walked around the counter as I prepared, cuddling into my side. “Maybe we need to get a couple of drinks into you and you’ll join us?” Her hand was caressing my abs, feeling her soft fingers just running across, before they moved down to the band of my shorts. I coughed and glanced down at her. “We’d love you to join us, Daddy,” she breathed.
“I have a feeling I might not have a choice soon,” I muttered, “And your hand is getting dangerously close to somewhere you shouldn’t be touching.”
“What if I wanted to touch it?”
I sighed to myself as I put the bottle down, turning to my daughter. I easily picked her up, making her squeal, sitting her down on the counter so she was at eye level. “Your friends are here,” I warned.
“They know, Daddy,” she whispered, “They know everything. We just haven’t really confirmed what they know. But the fact we’re in love with you is obvious.” She scooted forward, just about managing to wrap her legs around me, feeling her press her mound into me at the same time. “Hannah will say she wants to make love to you, Daddy. I want you to fuck me so hard…”
I snorted as I met her eyes. “Katie, if I did that the first time, you wouldn’t want to try it again. Trust me on that one.”
“Why do you say that?”
I leaned down to her ear. “Because I would utterly destroy that tight, little pussy you no doubt have.” I felt her shudder as my hot breath hit her ear. “Sure you want that?” I leaned back to meet her eyes. I’d never seen a look in the eyes of her before that she returned. I could have stripped her there, done just what I said, and she’d have loved it. “I’ll head to the shop for some more bottles. I’ll keep my promise about tonight.”
She released me as I watched her slide a hand underneath her bikini bottoms. “God, Daddy! I’m all wet now!”
Gesturing with my hand, her eyes lowering and she giggled. “I know I shouldn’t be…”
“Daddy, you want my advice, even though I’m your daughter?”
I smiled. “Shoot.”
“Embrace it. Hannah and I want it to happen. Our friends would love it too. We’re all adults now, so if we all want it to happen, why should any of us feel guilty?”
Chucking and shaking my head, I took a moment to reply. “I could retort with an argument or two, but looking at it from that viewpoint, it’s hard to disagree.”
Carrying out a pair of cocktail pitchers for the girls, with seven plastic cups for them as well, I received more than one hug as thanks, letting them all know I was going to get more bottles in case they wanted some more drinks. Before heading inside, I stopped and turned back. “If you want to stay the night, you’re more the welcome. And that’s the rule going forward. You don’t have to ask. You’re all more than welcome to stay whenever you want.”
Returning around half an hour later with some more booze, soda and juice as a mixer, plus a bunch of snacks, I changed into my swimming shorts before heading out to join the others. Three of the girls were lying on towels on the grass, soaking in the sun, definitely topless considering I could see their tanned backs without a hint of tanline. The other four were relaxing in the pool. Kelly and Christine were topless, my girls still had their bikini tops on. I came to a halt for the moment as it was obvious.
“Hey, Daddy!” my daughters called.
“Hello, Mark,” the other two said, somewhat shyly. Guess they hadn’t exactly planned on me walking out to swim. And they called me Mark. I’d insisted on it rather early on after the divorce. Calling me ‘Mister Wilson’ reminded me of my father.
“Hey girls, mind if I join?”
“Not at all,” Kelly replied.
Though easily deep enough to dive in, I sat on the edge and just lowered myself into the water, dipping under the water to wet my head, before I spent a couple of minutes just cooling off. It was another hot day, glad I’d taken a half day for myself and my daughters. The four girls in the pool started to whisper and giggle. Leaning back against the side, I figured I’d have some of my own fun for a change.
“So, Kelly, I heard what you said the other day.”
Deer in the headlights sort of moment. Even the girls lying nearby on their towels lifted their heads. She had sounded confident in conversation with the others. I guess being questioned by me was another kettle of fish. “I… I…”
“I’m rather flattered, Kelly. Beautiful young woman like yourself looking at me in such a manner. But I do remember something you said vividly. Something about fucking all three of your holes.”
Her jaw dropped. My daughters look at me, definitely blushing. Christine started to giggle. “Holy shit,” I heard Sofia whisper from nearby.
Gesturing for Kelly to come closer, she hesitated for a second before swimming towards me. I was in the shallow end so she could at least stand before me, her breasts just poking out above the water. “Were you being honest, Kelly?” I asked softly. She blushed brightly, looking away. I placed a finger on her cheek, moving her face back towards mine. “Do you think such a thing upset me?” She looked at me curiously with those brown eyes of hers. “Hardly, Kelly. The idea of a young woman such as yourself wanting me in such a manner is very exciting.”
She took a deep breath. “I totally want you to fuck me, Mark,” she said softly, “And I’m not the only one here.”
“And I take it you’re not the only one?” I asked, looking from her to Christine. I kept my gaze on her until she took the hint and swam closer, noticing my daughters watching on with interest. Once Christine was in front of me, I asked, “I heard what you said too, Chris.”
She blushed before saying, “I’m a virgin and… always wanted you to be my first, particularly since… you know… she who shall not be named.”
Using that phrase made me laugh. Something my daughters had called their mother since the divorce. By the time the divorce came through, the hate I’d felt had long since disappeared. I’d been left feeling empty and worn out. My girls had never forgiven her for everything she’d done to not only me, but to them.
“After hearing you with my mother, how great it sounded being intimate with you…”
“I wouldn’t call what I did with your mother intimate. Not exactly.”
“Sounded like fun though!”
I glanced between the pair of them. “If people found out I slept with both of you… I wouldn’t exactly become a pariah, but you’re my daughter’s friends. I’d certainly get a reputation.”
“Mum knows I want to fuck you,” Christine retorted, “Trust me, she doesn’t mind whatsoever.”
“I want to call you ‘Daddy’ while you fuck me,” Kelly whispered, “You’ve been the closest sort of figure in my life anyway.”
I hugged her for that comment. Four of my daughter’s five friends came from single parent homes. Kelly hadn’t see her father for over fifteen years. Christine saw her father regularly until she was twelve, when his other family took priority. “I’m sorry, gorgeous,” I whispered, giving Kelly a gentle squeeze, “I know it’s been difficult.”
“Then I see how you are with Hannah and Katie. I don’t know whether to be completely jealous or…” She sighed. “We know a little bit about what happened, what you put up with to keep them. Another reason why we all love you.”
“So you all have rather large crushes on me?” There were splashes as the other three joined in, my daughters swimming closer too. “This some sort of intervention now?” I joked.
“Girls, he knows what you all want,” Katie said, “He won’t be surprised.” She took a deep breath. “He also knows how we feel too.” That led to a lot of giggling.
“You going to fuck your daughters?” Kelly asked, “That’s so hot.”
“Really?” I asked in surprise.
Her face lit up in a smile. “Why do you think I’m going to call you ‘daddy’ when you finally fuck me?”
I had to check on the other four. “You all know too?”
Sofia snorted in humour. “Please, they can deny all they want. They’ve been in love with you forever. We can’t wait to hear that you’ve made to love to them, because then we know we’d be allowed to as well.” That had me gazing at my daughters, both looking away embarrassed. “We assumed they’d want their chance at you first before they’d be willing to share.”