Edie & Rosie: Father’s Day Suprise
Edie and Rosie (both “14yo”) give their dad a special father’s day treat…
“You just stay tucked up in bed, love. The girl’s have a surprise for you,” Rob’s wife, Amy, said, her voice sounding far too cheerful for seven in the morning. She leaned over to kiss his cheek, her eyes glinting with a secret that made him shift under the duvet then got out of bed. He didn’t even have time to ask what was going on befor his two daughters, Edie and Rosie, scrambled on through the open door. They didn’t climb into the bed to hug him like they usually did; instead, they stopped at the foot of the mattress, looking at each other mischievously.
Edie stepped forward first, clutching the hem of her oversized cotton nightie. Without a word of explanation, she grabbed the fabric and yanked it straight up and over her head in one fluid motion. The garment bunched up around her neck for a second before she whipped it off and tossed it to the floor, leaving her completely bare in the morning light. Rosie followed suit immediately, mimicking her sister’s movement with a giggle, pulling her own nightie over her head and casting it aside. They stood there, small and pale, their eyes locked on their father.
The sisters didn’t look like babies anymore; the softness of early childhood had begun to shift into something leaner and more intentional. Their ribs showed slightly when they breathed, and their hips had that narrow, angular quality of girls who were just starting to curve. There was a raw, unpolished innocence to their nakedness, a lack of shame that made the scene feel dangerous. They weren’t hiding behind blankets or towels; they simply stood there, exposed and expectant, their small pussy just pink slits of skin between pale thighs.
Rob felt his heart hammer against his ribs, his breath hitching as the blood rushed south with a violent force. He didn’t move, paralyzed by the sheer absurdity and the sudden, electric tension filling the room. Edie was the first to move, her small hand reaching out to grip the duvet and start peeling it back. Her fingers digging into the fabric as she exposed his chest and then his waist, her eyes wide and curious. Rosie hovered just behind her, her breathing audible in the silence.
“We’ve got a special treat for you.” Rosie whispered, her voice a conspiratorial rasp. She didn’t wait for Rob to respond; she lunged forward, her small knees hitting the mattress with a soft thud. Her little hands gripped the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down with a determined yank that freed his half hard cock. The girls stared at it for a heartbeat, their eyes wide with a mix of fascination, before Edie leaned in to press a wet, tentative kiss to the very tip of the head.
Rob let out a strangled sound, halfway between a gasp and a groan. His mind was screaming that this was insane, that the world had tilted on its axis, but the feeling of Edie’s small, warm lips encircling the crown of his shaft silenced the logic. He looked up at the ceiling, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the sheets. The sheer audacity of the moment—the raw, forbidden nature of his daughters treating his cock like a toy—sent a jolt of electricity straight to his gut, turning his confusion into a desperate, pulsing need.
Amy came back into the room, her footsteps soft on the carpet before she dropped to her knees beside the bed. She didn’t say a word, just leaned over to press a slow, lingering kiss to Rob’s lips. “Its okay, just let it happen,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice thick with a quiet, encouraging heat. “Me and my sister used to do it for our dad, too. It’s sort of a family tradition.” She shifted back, her hand sliding down to grip Rob’s thigh, her fingers digging into his skin as she looked at the girls with a proud smile.
Edie didn’t waste another second. She wrapped her small, nimble fingers around the base of his shaft, gripping it tight to hold him steady as she slid her mouth over the head of his cock. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to pull him deep into her throat, her tongue swirling around the rim with an eager, clumsy hunger. The sensation was electric—the contrast of her small, soft lips and the wet, sliding pressure of her saliva making Rob’s hips jerk instinctively upward. He let out a low, guttural moan, his eyes rolling back as he felt the tight grip of her mouth working him.
Edie opened her mouth wider, pushing herself forward until her nose almost pressed against his pubic hair. She took him in as far as she could, gagging slightly as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she swallowed, relaxing her throat to let him slide deeper, her small hands gripping his thighs for leverage. The feeling was incredible; Rob could feel the muscles of her throat pulsing around him, a tight, wet sleeve that squeezed his shaft with every desperate gulp.
Amy smiled, her hand sliding up to stroke Rob’s chest as she watched Edie’s head bob rhythmically. “She’s good, isn’t she?” Amy whispered, her voice sounding smug and heavy with a dark sort of pride. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “They’ve both been practicing with Grandad. He’s been teaching them all the best ways to make a man feel special. He told me Edie is already a natural at deepthroat.”
Rosie licked and suck her dad’s balls, her tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive skin with a wet, slopping sound. The dual sensation—Edie’s tight, gagging throat working his shaft and Rosie’s small, eager mouth devouring his balls—sent a surge of white-hot pleasure through Rob’s spine. He let out a loud, shaking groan, his hips beginning to thrust instinctively into Edie’s mouth.
He knew Amy was kinky, but this was insane; the fact that his father-in-law had been “training” his pubescent was crazy. Was he even awake right now, or was this some fever dream? He didn’t care. The feeling of Rosie’s tongue darting across his scrotum while Edie’s throat clamped down on him was too intense to question. He let out a ragged breath, his fingers tangling in Edie’s hair, not to push her away, but to pull her deeper. He felt her gag again, a wet, muffled sound that only served to make the pressure tighter as she fought to take every single inch of him.
It was a twisted kind of symmetry. For years, in the quiet, lonely moments of late-night shifts or bored afternoons, he’d had wank fantasies about fucking his little girls. It stared during bath time when the girls were younger, watching the water bead on their smooth skin, their little pink cunts, so close but forbidden. He had spent countless hours in the shower, stroking himself hard while picturing Edie’s small, tight mouth stretching over his cock or Rosie’s lean, pale legs wrapped around his waist. He’d always pushed the thoughts away as intrusive, a flicker of madness he couldn’t act on, but now the fantasy had physically manifested in his bedroom.
Edie finally pulled back with a wet, loud pop, a long string of glistening saliva stretching from her lips to the head of his cock. She didn’t move far, staying perched on the mattress with her chest heaving, her eyes glazed and wide. She looked at Rosie, and without a word, the two sisters coordinated their movements. They leaned in together, their small mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss around his cock head, sharing the space and swapping the heat of their breath. The sensation was overwhelming—two sets of soft, wet lips fighting for room, their tongues tangling and swirling over the sensitive ridge of his glans.
The sound was visceral, a series of wet, squelching slaps as they worked in tandem, sliding back and forth in a frantic, messy rhythm. They weren’t just sucking; they were devouring him, their cheeks flushing deep red as they competed to see who could create the loudest, sloppiest suction. Rob’s hips were bucking now, his breath coming in jagged gasps. The feeling of their combined warmth, the frantic friction of their tongues, and the sheer, unadulterated filth of the act pushed him toward a breaking point.
Rosie decided she wanted to prove herself. She shoved her sister aside with a small, eager shoulder and lunged forward, opening her mouth wide to take him all at once. She slid her mouth over his spit slicked shaft, pushing her face deep into his lap. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and the reaction was instant. Her eyes bugged out, watering immediately as her body revolted against the intrusion, as she made a loud, wet gagging sound.
Amy watched with an amused glint in her eyes, her hand shifting from Rob’s chest to Rosie’s hair.. “Why don’t you sit on daddy’s face like you do with grandad?” Amy murmured, her voice a low, commanding purr. “Edie can finish daddy off, while he eats you show him eats you. I know how much you love it.”
Rosie didn’t need to be told twice. With a giggle that sounded far too innocent for the act, she scrambled forward, her small thighs parting as she lowered herself onto Rob’s face. Her wet, pink slit pressed firmly against his mouth and nose, the scent of soap and girlhood filling his lungs. Rob let out a muffled grunt, his tongue instinctively searching for the heat as Rosie began to bounce, her narrow hips grinding against his chin. The feeling was visceral—the soft, damp pressure of her small vulva sealing his lips as she shifted her weight, her tiny clitoris rubbing against his upper lip.
While Rosie claimed his face, Edie returned to her post with a renewed, frantic energy. She gripped the base of his shaft with both hands, her small fingers squeezing tight to keep him steady as she plunged her face back into his lap. She didn’t hesitate this time, sliding her mouth over the head and pushing deep, her throat opening to receive him with a series of wet, rhythmic gulps. She sucked the air out of her cheeks, creating a vacuum that pulled the blood rushing to the surface of his skin.
Rob was drowning in sensation. Between the claustrophobic, floral scent of Rosie’s heat pressing against his nose and the sliding, tight pressure of Edie’s throat, his mind had completely detached from reality. He tried to groan, but the sound was muffled by the soft, damp flesh of Rosie’s crotch. He could feel her small muscles twitching against his lips, her breathing coming in short, jagged hitches as she bounced, her narrow hips grinding into his jaw with a clumsy, eager intensity. “Lick it, Daddy. Like Grandad does,” Rosie whimpered, her voice vibrating through his cheek.
Below, Edie was relentless. She had found a rhythm, her head bobbing in a frantic blur as she focused on the glans of his cock, her tongue swirling in a wet, circular motion that sent spikes of electricity shooting toward his brain. Every time she gagged, the muscles of her throat clamped down in a sudden, crushing grip that nearly brought him to the edge. She was making a series of loud, sloppy sucking sounds, her cheeks hollowing out as she tried to pull him as deep as possible, her small hands gripping his thighs so hard her knuckles were white.
Rob reached up, his fingers digging into the pale, soft flesh of Rosie’s slim thighs as she perched atop his face. He gripped her with a desperate strength, anchoring her in place so he could bury his nose and tongue deeper into her heat. He licked upward, his tongue finding the sensitive seam of her pussy and tracing the line of her clitoris with a sharp, hungry flick. Rosie let out a high-pitched squeal, her narrow hips bucking violently against his jaw as she pressed herself harder against his mouth, her small vulva sealing his lips in a damp, suffocating vacuum.
Edie had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, wanking him as she fucked him with her mouth. She was focused, her small throat bulging in a rhythmic, desperate sequence of gulps. The sound was a constant, wet slapping—the noise of saliva and skin colliding in a frantic, messy friction. Rob’s head was spinning, the oxygen in the room feeling thin as he eager ate his daughter’s tiny cunt.
Amy leaned back against the headboard, her legs falling open as she watched the chaotic tangle of limbs on the mattress. Three fingers buried themselves deep inside her, the wet, rhythmic squelch of her own arousal competing with the sounds of the girls. The sight of her young daughters serving her husband—the raw, forbidden nature of the scene—was a catalyst that pushed her over the edge, and she began to moan, her hips lifting off the bed in sharp, sudden jolts.
Above Rob, Rosie was reaching her own breaking point. Her small, lean body had gone rigid, her toes curling into the duvet as she ground her clitoris relentlessly against his upper lip. Her breathing shifted from frantic gasps to a high, thin whine that vibrated through her entire frame. Suddenly, her hips bucked in a violent, uncontrolled spasm, and a hot, sudden gush of child-slick moisture flooded against Rob’s mouth. She let out a sharp, choked cry, her narrow waist arching as the orgasm rippled through her, leaving her trembling and breathless against his face.
The sudden jolt from Rosie triggered a final, explosive reaction in Rob’s own body. As Edie gave one last, deep, vacuum-like suck, his vision blurred and his lower back arched off the mattress. He let out a guttural, shaking roar that was half-smothered by Rosie’s thigh, and his cock surged violently. He shot a thick, hot rope of cum deep into the back of Edie’s throat, the force of the release making her gag and choke as she fought to swallow the heavy load. He didn’t stop there; second and third pulses followed in rapid succession, filling her small mouth with a salty, viscous warmth that overflowed and dripped down her chin.
Instead of swallowingi all , Edie kept her cheeks puffed out, holding the thick pool of seed in her mouth like a secret. She pulled back slowly, a glistening string of white connecting her lips to his throbbing head, her eyes dancing with a mischievous glint. She leaned over to Rosie, who was still panting from her own release, and pressed her mouth firmly against her sister’s. With a deliberate, slow squeeze of her cheeks, Edie pushed the warm, viscous liquid from her mouth into Rosie’s, the two of them sharing the salty prize in a sloppy, wet exchange.
They pulled apart with a wet pop, both of them grinning through smudges of white that coated their lips and chins. Eager to show off their handiwork, the sisters leaned in close to Rob’s face, opening their mouthd to show the glistening of cum pooling inside. They giggled, the sound jarringly innocent against the filth of the scene, before they coordinated a final, synchronized gulp. They tilted their heads back and swallowed in unison, their small throats pulsing as they sent the last of him down.
“Happy Father’s Day, Dad! We love you!” they chirped in a sing-song chorus. The sudden shift in tone—from the primal, sloppy intensity of the act back to the bright cheer of children—made Rob’s head spin. They didn’t immediately move away; instead, they lingered, their small, pale bodies draped over his legs like discarded dolls, breathing heavily in the morning stillness of the bedroom.
Amy let out a long, shuddering breath as her own climax finally subsided, her hand sliding out of herself with a wet, sliding sound. She reached over and patted Rob’s cheek, her eyes shimmering with a dark, satisfied glow. “They’ve really outdone themselves, haven’t they?” she asked, her voice returning to that terrifyingly normal, domestic cadence. She looked at the girls, her expression shifting to one of maternal pride. “Good girls. Now, why don’t you two go get started on the pancakes? Daddy needs a few minutes to recover before you show him what else Grandad taught you.”
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