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When Robert came home that night, he was pretty sure Lisa probably had forgotten about wanting to have a party that night, but he smelled something fragrant and delicious cooking in the oven and heard laughter coming from the kitchen. When he went in to investigate, he found both Dalia and Lisa giggling in the walk-in pantry.
“Hey girls, what’s going on?” Robert asked.
“We had the cake delivered for my party tonight.” Lisa said. Both girls came up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
“Oh, we’re really doing that?” he asked, trying to walk towards the pantry in order to get a look at the cake, but both his daughters stopped him.
“It’s a surprise.” Lisa said. “For after dinner.”
“Well, ok.” he said. “Where did you get the money for all of this?” he asked.
“Daddy, I got tons of money for my birthday.” Lisa said, and he nodded. Conservatively speaking, she probably received at least 10,000 dollars from relatives and friends. Probably a lot more.
“And I do have a job.” Dalia said. “We’re not little girls anymore.” she told him. She was only making around 200 dollars a week, but it was true. She mostly blew it on ridiculous clothing, shoes and make up. Some of them so scanty even a stripper would find risque, but at least she was clothing herself these days.
“Well, that was nice of you girls, but I really want you to use your money for yourselves.”
“We just want you to have a good time tonight. We got the cake from a special bakery..” Dalia continued, and Robert noticed her plunging neckline and how she showed off her breasts. It wasn’t the same outfit from the picture she had sent him a few days ago, but similar. Seeing her in the outfit reminded him of the picture, which reminded him of his session in the shower that morning. His cock responded, but he tried to ignore it. “I really hope you like it.” she said, eyes shining. “But it IS a surprise.” she said, and Robert could have sworn she thrust her chest out at him on purpose.
“But first, we have to eat dinner.” Lisa told him. “It’s your favorite. Steak, potatoes, and salad. She told him. You just go change out of your work clothes into something comfortable, and we’ll take care of it all.
Robert was wary, but wasn’t sure why. The worst that could happen was the maid who came twice a week would deal with any dirty dishes the next day. He wouldn’t worry about it too much. The girls had never cooked before, but it did smell good. Judging from the fact that there weren’t any dirty dishes in the kitchen now, he reasoned they had bought the steaks already prepped and simply popped them in the oven.
He got into some sweats and a t-shirt, and went back out to the kitchen, but the girls weren’t there. Instead, he found them in the dining room a few rooms away. They had decorated it beautifully. There were streamers and balloons, and they had really gone all out trying to make things look festive. The food looked good too, and they had even put out fancy glasses of something that looked like wine, but he could see from the label on the bottle, wasn’t. Instead it was some kind of sparkly grape juice.
“Wow, this looks amazing.” he told them, and sat down. It was strange sitting in the dining room as opposed to the cozy kitchen where they usually took their meals. Dalia sat to his right, and Lisa to the left. They were a little too close for comfort, but he let it slide. They were, after all, trying to do something nice, and they were just being affectionate. Maybe all the sexual overtures were because they didn’t get enough affection. Maybe he should hug and kiss them more often and the sex stuff would go away.
“Isn’t this great, just the three of us,” Lisa said looking at Robert. She rubbed his arm and he allowed it.
“Thank you, girls. I appreciate you going to such lengths to make things special” he said. He bit into the steak and it was really good. “How did you make this?” he asked, knowing for certain all they had done was reheat it.
“A blend of herbs and spices?” Dalia said, unsure.
“The mashed potatoes are good too,” he said. They were made from real potatoes, and he could tell they were take-out from one of his favorite restaurants. A restaurant that charged upwards of 100 dollars per plate, and felt touched that his daughters would spend so much money to get him something he really liked. “Maybe I should have you girls cook dinner more often, huh?” he said and winked, letting them know, subtly, he knew they hadn’t done much more than put bagged lettuce in a bowl and preheat the oven.
Lisa laughed and changed the subject to school. She went on about finals, which she had been studying for, and said she was worried about the math exam. Dalia reassured her, talking about how Mr. Smith (the same teacher she had the year before) never made the test as hard as he said he was going to. Robert listened empathetically and said he would help her if she needed it as he had degrees in math and business.
After talking about the finals, they turned to the subject of Dalia’s work, and she told both her father and sister about how the soda machine had broken down that day. How it was a huge pain, and her boss had to call someone in to fix it, and Robert used it as an opportunity to tell her again how important it was to get a college education, and Dalia looked down at her food, sorry she had brought it up..
When they had finished eating, Lisa announced excitedly “Ok, time for dessert!” and clapped her hands together.
Robert got to his feet to help clear the table, but Dalia protested saying “No, Daddy!” and told him to go sit in the living room. He didn’t protest, and instead plopped down into the overstuffed sofa in the living room.
He thought about pulling up a soccer game to watch, but decided instead to get out his phone and answer a few texts. He might as well try to put out a few fires while he was just sitting around, he reasoned. Being his own boss was a round the clock commitment, so he answered a few questions about parts that needed to be ordered, and scheduled a meeting with a consultant. He had all but forgotten about the cake until he saw Dalia and Lisa emerge in the doorway of the living room.
At first he was speechless. The girls emerged together, holding something, but he was too shocked to see what it was. Both of them had changed clothes and were now standing before him dressed in identical lingerie. Both virginal white and lace, which made their beautiful tan skin seem all the more luminous. The top part was so sheer, he could see their breasts underneath the thin material, and it was so short it showed the shadow of their pussies, which he could plainly see were bare except for a slight dusting of pubic hair. They were also wearing identical white satin high heeled shoes, and each had cotton candy colored lips, which seemed to be a kind of signature look for his girls.
When the shock wore off from seeing the two girls emerge from the kitchen in such scantily clad outfits, he saw that the something they were holding together was a cake. It had two large blazing candles on it. A 1 and an 8, and the girls were grinning ear to ear. Then it registered, the cake they were holding was in the shape of a penis. It was like something a bunch of girls would get together and buy for a bachelorette party.
When they sat it in front of him, he saw it was almost like a cartoon. It had a mushroom head, and was iced in flesh tones. There were two large, harry balls at the base, and at the tip, there was white icing coming out of the cartoon slit meant to look like cum. On the cock itself were his daughter’s names: Dalia and LIsa, with a heart beside it in red letters.
“What the…” He said, unable to finish his sentence, his mouth hanging open in shock.
“It’s for MY birthday.” Lisa said, setting her dark eyes on him, pleading with him not to be upset. “After all, I’m 18 now, and I’m allowed to buy stuff like this, and I know you know how we feel about you..”
“Please Daddy. We both love you so much, and want you more than anything. We’ve been discussing this for weeks.” Dalia finished and gave him the same pleading look. “Don’t reject us. We want you more than anything. Both of us. Together. Please.”
Robert looked at his girls. Really took them in. He could see their upturned nipples and their downy pussies, and fantastic looking bodies, but he could also see their faces now, which were worried and upset. He could never say no to his girls if they wanted something, even if it was something he didn’t really want to give.”
He let out his breath. “This is something you really really want.” he said. It was a statement, not a question.
“More than anything, Daddy.” they said. “You’re the best, most wonderful daddy on the planet, and you love us.” Dalia said. “More than any boyfriend could.”
“I tried to have a boyfriend, Daddy, but he didn’t listen to me like you do. He didn’t love me. He just wanted to have sex, and wouldn’t really pay attention.” Lisa continued. “I gave him a few blowjobs, but it felt hollow. I didn’t really enjoy it.” She said, “I decided right then and there it should be you to break my virginity.
He sigh heavily and decided not to embarrass or ruin the party the girls had planned. They had, after all, put a lot of effort into making things special and had thought about what they were doing a great deal. He wondered if everything he had heard about incest and fucking family members was wrong. He did love his girls. He would do anything for them, and if they really wanted to be fucked, maybe it wasn’t wrong for him to be the one to do it. Weren’t there tribes in far off places that allowed older male family members to break the virginity of younger members? He thought he remembered reading something about it years ago, and he reasoned he couldn’t be the first father to introduce his daughters to sex..
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