Don was bi-sexual. His twins, a cute little girl and slender little boy. His own family would satisfy his loving deviant desires.
“Matt, why doesn’t daddy ever let you reach into the secret sack?” the little girl quietly asked. Rolling onto her left side, Misty said slightly louder, “Matt, are you awake?” Her braces glistened in the moonlight.
“I’m awake,” the 14 year old boy replied to his twin sister. “I guess daddy wants to just play that game with you.” The little boy lay on his bed in their bedroom. His mind wondered back a few months ago, when their father had told them about the Secret Sack game.
Daddy would put a paper sack on his lap, then let Misty reach inside, feel around and tell him what was inside. If she guess correctly, she got the treats. But she never could guess what the final object was, and Matt’s daddy never let him reach into the bag.
“I’d like to play that game, just once,” Matt continued. “I bet I could guess what’s in the bag.”
“It’s always the same thing,” Misty observed. “I just can’t figure it out!”
“Go to sleep,” Matt grumbled, still thinking about the unknown object in the Secret Sack.
The next afternoon Misty sat on the edge of her bed, brushing her long blonde hair. “Matt, if daddy wants to play the Sack game again tonight,” she suggested, staring at her brother playing on his bed, “I’ll tell him you need a chance to guess.”
The small boy’s sandy-blonde hair fell across his forehead as he eagerly nodded. “I’ll guess it. I know I will.”
Playfully laughing, the two continued their activities.
“Are you two in here?” Don asked, nudging their bedroom door open with his toe. “I baked something… and didn’t burn it!” he chuckled, holding two saucers with thin slices of chocolate cake. Handing the treats to his twins, he said, “Tell daddy if it tastes OK.”
Misty stared at the dark dessert. Three large globs of liquid were randomly strewn across the cake. “What’s that, daddy?” she asked, staring at the strange splatters.
Matt’s gaze moved from the two thick lines on his chocolate slice to his father’s face.
“Just a special frosting,” Don replied, nonchalantly. “A friend at work told me his daughter really likes it. I thought I’d see if my tiny twins like it, too.”
Misty’s fork sliced through the edge of the delicious surprise. Sliding the first glob between her lips, Don watched the little girl willing accept his cum into her mouth.
His body trembled with perverse excitement as he asked, “Do you like it, Sweetie?”
The petite girl swallowed the moist treat. Licking her lips she nodded. “It’s… different, but I like it.”
Don’s eyes shifted toward his baby boy’s face.
Matt was chewing the second bite of his cum frosted cake. He’d swallowed the entire first line of his father’s fresh goo. “What is that, daddy?” the little boy asked excitedly. “Mommy never puts that on our cake.”
“Secret ingredient,” Don lustfully replied, watching the innocent twins devour the remainder of his cum.
Don had been fantasizing about his son and daughter. He’d liked little boys and girls all his life. It was finally time to enjoy his precious twins. He simply needed a few more… accidental introductions… to his depraved desires.
Misty had felt his precum oozing shaft several times in the Secret Sack game. Today, he’d fed his little ones his cum… and they’d both liked the taste. It was time they see his cock.
That evening, Misty walked down the hall toward the bathroom. She noticed the light was turned on, but the door was nearly closed. Pushing the door a few inches open, she froze, staring inside.
Don sat on the toilet, leaning against the tank. His hand was wrapped around his hard 7” cock, his little finger tickled his balls.
The small girl’s naïve blue eyes locked onto the firm shaft and the clear liquid drizzling from the tip. She’d never seen a man… naked. She’d never imagined something, like what was in her daddy’s hand, existed. A soft squeal of shock escaped her throat.
Suddenly she remembered the Secret Sack game. ‘That’s what I’ve been touching,’ her mind screamed. ‘Daddy’s…’
Don noticed the bathroom door’s movement. He’d heard Misty’s precious voice. He knew she was watching him, looking at his cock. Sliding his fingers up the shaft, he began to slowly masturbate.
Waves of lust and desire washed over his body, knowing his baby girl’s eyes were focus on his cock. It took less than 30 seconds.
Quickly standing, spinning toward the open toilet bowl, he pointed the head of his cock downward. From the corner of his right eye, he saw the bathroom door push open anther inch. His little girl, his precious Misty, was curious.
With three rapid pumps, he groaned, loud enough he knew his baby would hear, “Miiiistyyy… daaaaddy loves youuuuu.” Staring at the end of his cock, he watched long thick streams of goo shot into the water below.
Outside the bathroom door another soft gasp erupted. Misty had watched her daddy cum. The white stuff on her chocolate cake had come from his… cock. She’d tasted it, swallowed it and… enjoyed it.
Misty took one more look at daddy’s shaft. It’d stopped shooting the liquid. It was shrinking! She didn’t understand what she’d just seen, but to her surprise, she’d like it. She felt tingly, warm and wet.
Climbing onto her bed, she wondered if she should tell Matt what she’d just seen. She wondered if Matt had a big hard cock like daddy.
Don lay on his bed, his limp shaft on his stomach. His little girl had watched him cum. Now he needed to introduce his small son to his cock. He knew just how to do it.
The following evening, just after his wife left for work, Don walked from his bedroom holding the familiar sack in front of his jeans. “Misty, want to play… want to guess again?” The head of his cock was already covered with precum, remember how she’d watched him the night before.
Eagerly nodding, Misty giggled, “I bet I get it right tonight.” Wiggling her fingers excitedly, she slipped her slender forearm into the bag. The tips of her fingers slid down the firm pole. Encircling its girth, her hand gently slid down the length. Pulling and pushing her palms over her daddy’s cock, she looked into his eyes. “It’s slick daddy,” she whispered, with a broad grin. “It feels… nice.”
Don gasped, his gaze locked on her cute face. She obviously knew what she was feeling. Should he pull the sack from his cock? If he did, what would Misty do? What would Matt do? Did Matt knew what his sister’s hand was doing?
Before Don could decide, Misty’s palm slid across the tip of his cock. Smearing the clear liquid onto her hand, she pulled her arm from the sack. Extending her tongue, the little girl licked the precum from her fingers.
“Daddy,” Misty playfully giggled, sliding her tongue over her palm again, “Can Matt guess tonight?”
Inside the bag, Don’s cock twitched excitedly. There was no doubt his baby girl knew what she’d touched, what she was tasting and swallowing. Would his little boy be as willing, as excited to do the same?
Don was certain, when Matt touched his cock, his young son would know what he was feeling. However, Don didn’t care. He wanted… needed his precious twins, their young mouths and bodies.
“Sure Misty,” he lovingly replied, “I think that’s a good idea.” Opening the top of the sack, Don looked into the eyes of his little boy. “Want to… guess?”
Misty had told Matt what she’s seen their daddy doing in the bathroom. Matt had seen Misty’s hand, wet with something, from inside the bag. Matt knew what he was about to touch.
The little boy knelt in front of the couch, where his daddy sat. Reaching into the bag on his daddy’s lap, Matt’s fingers fumbled for a moment. Then, almost instantly, he did as Misty’s had done. Grabbing his daddy’s cock, the little boy’s hand began pumping the warm shaft.
“Ohhhh… yesssss,” Don groaned. He’d waited so long for this moment. His beautiful twins had both fondled his fatherly meat. Neither had pulled away, repulsed by the incestuous act.
Tearing open the side of the sack, Don exposed his hard pole, held in his little boy’s hand. “Don’t stop, Matt,” he tenderly moaned. Slowly standing, making certain not to pull his hard oozing shaft from his son’s hand, Don dropped his jeans to his ankles.
Extending his left hand to the back of Matt’s head, his right arm reached toward Misty, who’d sat on the couch next to him. Caressing the satin skin of her angelic face, her tiny left cheek lay in his loving hand.
“Misty, kneel beside me,” he quietly instructed. “Face your bother.” Don’s hard cock still in Matt’s hand, hung between his son and daughter’s faces.
Cautiously pushing their mouths closer together, Matt’s hand released his daddy’s cock. Don eased their lips to the sides of his shaft. The twin’s noses touched, as Don rocked his hips slowly forward and back. His precum, coated their virgin lips as his cock lovingly slipped between their small mouths.
“Misty, you liked the… special frosting on your cake last night?” he asked, looking into her trusting eyes.
“Um Hum,” the petite blonde agreed, her lips pressing against the slick side of her daddy’s cock.
Don slid his right hand through her silky hair. Easing her mouth close to the head of his oozing shaft, he graciously explained, “Misty, your bother is going to guide daddy’s cock into your mouth.”
Misty’s head tilted back slightly, her lips stretched wide with a familiar excited smile. Her silver braces glistened.
Rocking his hips slowly forward, the head of Don’s fatherly flesh, guided by his little boy’s hand, disappeared into the innocent girl’s mouth.
“Ummmmmmm,” Don groaned as the first inch of his cock slid across her warm tongue.
Matt’s hand slipped back along the hard shaft.
“Matt, up and down,” Don lovingly instructed. “Move your hand, between my balls and your sister’s lips.”
The little boy nodded. For the next minute, Matt’s hand awkwardly masturbating his daddy’s cock into Misty’s mouth.
Don’s hands held the backs of the two little one’s heads. His hips rocked forward and back, finally enjoying the fruits of his grooming game.
“Misty,” Don asked, “Can you help daddy do this to your brother?”
“Um Hum,” the little girl moaned, her mouth still filled by his compassionate pole.
Misty’s small left hand took the place of Matt’s. Her tiny finger’s squeezed the hard shaft as her lips slipped from the head.
Don looked into Misty’s blue eyes. A thick stream of saliva spilled from her lips, down her chin and onto the t-shirt which concealed her flat chest.
Misty’s hand pushed Don’s wet cock toward her brother’s mouth.
Matt had watched his sister suck their daddy’s shaft. He knew what his daddy wanted him to do. Opening his mouth, the young boy’s lips slipped effortlessly down the long probe.
Don knew his orgasm was imminent. However, there was something he wanted… needed to do, to his son. Holding the back of Matt’s head, Don’s cock slipped over his little boy’s tongue. Without pause, his hips pushed forward.
Misty’s hand fell away from her father’s disappearing shaft.
“Ummmmmph,” Matt gagged. His small body jerking wildly as he knelt before his daddy.
“Good boy,” Don moaned. “Make me cum… for you sister.” With slow gentle thrusts, Don’s balls repeatedly pressed against Matt’s tiny chin.
Misty’s knelt next to her daddy, watching his cock hide inside her brother’s mouth. She saw Matt’s throat bulge as their daddy’s shaft slid between his wide stretched lips.
“Miiiiiiissstyyyy,” Don abruptly groaned. Quickly withdrawing his cock from Matt’s mouth, he swung the head toward his baby girl’s grinning face. Tightening his grip in her golden hair, Don’s left hand frantically pumped his gushing shaft. The first thick stream splashed onto Misty’s shinning braces.
“Oooooopen Baby,” he moaned, as the second line shot onto her small tongue. Driving his hips forward, Don’s cum flowed into the little girl’s mouth. The warm goo filled her cheeks. “Misty, save some for your brother.”
The little girl nodded, having already swallowed the first mouthful.
Don pulled his cock from his petite daughter’s lips.
Matt saw a thick glob, like what he’d see on the chocolate cake, slid down his sister’s chin.
Gently pushing on the backs of their heads, Don moved the twins mouth’s together. “Kiss each other,” he instructed with fatherly tenderness. “Share daddy’s cum.”
Misty’s lips toughed Matt’s. They’d never kissed like this.
Don could see his white liquid slid form his daughter’s mouth, into his sons. Holding his semi-flaccid cock, he knew, within the hour, he’d do this to them again.
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