Inside, Bart was sitting in a recliner in a torn pair of jeans and a black AC/DC t-shirt that might have looked good on him when he was 25. His eyes looked like he was still hungover from the previous night, and he smelled fresh, like he had just gotten around to showering right before we came. He was a good-looking guy, in a rugged way, except for the underlying vibe of sleaze that clung to him. He didn’t rise when we came in, just gestured to a tattered couch and an easy chair.
At Angelina’s prompting, he asked if anyone wanted anything to drink, like sodas, water…or a beer. He seemed relieved that I asked for a beer, and he came out with two, one for me and one for him.
Once we were settled in, he dispensed with the small talk.
“I understand you need some help,” he said, taking a swig from his can of Bud.
I nodded and did my best act of a nervous glance at the twins, who were staring at the floor. When I looked up, I noticed the Bart was taking a full measure of Callie and Mina.
“Yes,” I said, softly, looking down, then looking up at him while trying to appear a little guilty. “You know how the world is these days. I’d like my girls to have some personal protection, but we had this little incident where we used to live. We’re trying to move on – the girls learned their lesson – but if they applied for permits, the local cops would probably find out about their mishap. And you know how small town police can be. Can you help? I’d really appreciate it. I can pay a little extra too, you know, to help with any, um, handling fees…”
While I spoke, Bart’s eyes had been flicking back and forth between the twins’ tits and my face – with occasional stops at my wife’s chest. Angelina was right, this guy was a scum. Sending him up the creek for the Helmsworth twins’ murder would be fun.
When I was finished, he smiled.
“Angelina vouches for you, which is enough for me,” he said. “I can get you a couple of small caliber untraceables. You’ll need to get your own ammo. It will take me a couple of weeks to come up with the guns – it’s all about what comes on the market and when. But I can get them. I will need half of the price up front, and half on delivery.”
We all made it a point to sigh and look relieved. Mina and Callie leaned over to shake his hand, making sure that they gave him a clear view down their tops while they did so. He took advantage of the offer.
“How much will that be?” I asked.
“The weapons will be $1500 apiece, plus a $250 service charge for each.”
“So $1750 apiece? $3500 total?” I sputtered. “Wow, that’s a lot of cash. We just moved…bought a house…and the twins are over at the university. I just don’t have that kind of money on hand.”
Bart just held out his hands, palms up, and shook his head.
“I’m sorry, that’s what it will cost you,” he said. The smile never left his face.
Silence descended on the room. Bart seemed happy to let it hang in the air.
Finally Mina spoke up.
“Is there any way we could…you know…work something out?”
“Mina no,” I said, but Bart held up his palm at me.
“Let the little lady finish,” he said. “What did you have in mind, Miss?”
“Well, me and my sister, we’ve like, done some modeling. I’m an artist, and she’s a photographer. We’re twins, and…well…you know how twins are. You wouldn’t be touching us or anything, but we could, you know, maybe give you a private show. Us two with you watching. Like a camshow, but in person.”
“That’s an interesting idea you got there, sweetheart,” Bart said. I started to speak up but Bart held up his hand in front of me again. “I’d say Daddy better shut the fuck up or he could blow this whole deal.”
I could have wiped that smirk off his conceited face in two seconds. But I continued to play the flummoxed father. It killed me to do so, but I thought of the Helmsworth twins.
Bart turned to Lila.
“What does Mommy have to say about all this?”
Lila glanced in my direction then looked at the floor. “Well, I suppose, if this is the only way to get this done, how much of a discount do we get?”
“I’ll reduce it by a third,” Bart said. “Unless you join them. Then it’ll be two thirds off.”
“Are you sure all this is okay?” Lila asked. “I wouldn’t want us to do anything, you know, unnatural…”
“We’re all friends here,” said Bart with a big smile.
“So when…” Lila began, hesitatingly.
“Why not right here, right now,” Bart said. “That way Daddy can enjoy the show too.”
I stood up, but again Bart raised his hand. “You better sit down and shut up, Mister,” he said. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
I was long removed from my younger days, so bar fights were a thing of my distant past. But years of healthy living and gym rat lifestyle left me in far better shape than I had been in my young and stupid days. This guy did not scare me one wit. I so wanted to take him out, but again, the Helmsworth twins were the reason I was here.
Inwardly, though, I smiled. This could not be going any better…
Bart nodded to the twins.
“Go ahead girls, show me what you got…” he said.
Callie and Mina played hesitant, leaning towards each other, then backing away nervously, then letting their lips connect. They started cautiously, slowly warming up, kissing, their eyes closed. Callie slid her hand lightly up Mina’s back and caressed her hair. Mina rested her hands on Callie’s waist, then flicked them up her side, letting the edges of her thumbs brush the underside of Callie’s tits.
Callie moaned and disengaged her lips, leaning forward and breathing into her sister’s ear, then running her tongue down her neck. She pushed the strap of Mina’s tank to the side and kissed her shoulder, then lifted her lips for another passionate kiss with her sister.
Mina pulled her loosened strap down and completely off, baring one of her breasts. Callie leaned down and breathed softly across her sister’s pert little breast, teasing her, bringing Mina’s dart-like nipples to full attention before pressing her lips against it and gently sucking. Mina moaned as her sister licked and sucked. She pushed the other side of her tank down, giving Callie access to both mounds. Callie took advantage of it, softly running her tongue across the valley between.
I had kept my eyes mostly down-turned during this, just watching the action out of the corner of my eye. I glanced in Bart’s direction. He was enrapt. He had an oily smile spread across his sleazy little face like he had just hit the jackpot. I looked at Angelina and she and I quietly nodded to each other. Things were still going mostly according to plan.
Meanwhile, Callie had peeled off her top and her shorts and was laying out on the couch with Mina between her thighs, pushing her thong aside, licking at her puffy little pussy in long, loving strokes. Callie moaned – a real moan, not a pretend one for Bart’s sake – and I realized that my daughters were actually kind of getting off on having an audience. As their father, I wanted to be irritated and protective, but I realized that the events of the past few days had moved us so far down the road that those thoughts were irrelevant and unhelpful. Inwardly, I just shook my head.
Lila had peeled off her shorts and moved above Callie, hovering her meaty lobes over her daughter’s face. Callie licked and sucked on her mom’s labia, then pushed the lobes back and sucked on her thick clitoris. Lila moaned and ran her hands up her skin-tight T-shirt that still clung to her substantial mom-chest, her hard nipples pressing against the fabric prominently as the flesh underneath jiggled. Thick streamers of juice slid from my wife’s slit down across my daughter’s chin as Callie continued to work over her mother’s cunt. Lila moaned again and I realized that she, too, was enjoying the attention, even if it was from a creep and a murderer. I thought her hard nipples were about to bore through the fabric of her T-shirt.
Lila arched her back and came again, her tits continuing to jiggle seductively under her T-shirt, even as Callie dug her fingernails into her mother’s thigh in her own moment of passion, leaving deep scratches. The room smelled of female arousal. I have to admit, I felt myself getting hard despite everything.
The smirk that was coating Bart’s face had gotten even wider. He pointed at me.
“You ever fuck one of these hot little girlies of yours?” he said.
“What? No!” I said, indignantly.
He pointed at Mina. “How about you go over and fuck your buff old man.”
“I…” Mina started, looking uncomfortable.
“If you want that discount on my services, you gotta make this worth my while, remember?” Bart said. “Now get naked and get Daddy’s dick up your ass.”
Mina disengaged from Callie and Lila and moved over to me. She peeled off her top and shorts and did a slow turn in front of me, making sure Bart had a clear view of her slender, lithe form. She leaned over and hesitantly kissed me on the lips. I slid my hands lightly down her side and rested them on her hips. She pushed harder against my lips and we kissed more urgently. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, giving Bart a clear view of her wet, puffy slit and her puckered little asshole.
She pulled my shirt open, running her fingers down my chest, then following them with her tongue, flicking across my muscles, then slipped her tongue up my neck and breathed softly on my shoulder.
I lifted her up and pushed her pert, young mounds into my face, sucking her rock-hard nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the tight, brown darts. Mina moaned and grabbed my hair, pulling my face tighter into her chest. I sucked at her breasts as she urged me on.
Mina pulled back and slid her hand down my chest to my shorts, unhooking them and sliding them down. My cock popped free of my shorts, long, hard, purple, pulsating. I glanced over at Bart, he was watching lustily, occasionally glancing over at Callie and Lila, who were kissing and fingering each other, but he was mostly watching Mina and what she was doing to me.
Mina knelt down and began running her tongue up and down the underside of my meat, teasing out streamers of pre-come. She spread her legs and bent forward in a way so as to give Bart as clear a view as possible of her wet, puffy cunt and her cute, puckered asshole. Mina slid the head of my cock into her mouth, then pushed her lips slowly down the shaft. I reached around her small body and slid a finger from each hand into her ass, pulling the sphincter open and giving Bart a clear view of the crumpled pink flesh inside my daughter’s tight, young, sweet asshole.
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