Chapter 18

But eventually I reached a point where I knew I would either have to pull away completely or cum all over her. Her lower abdomen was wet with pre-cum dribbling out of me, and she kept on with her relentless body rubbing! I could cum at any moment! Right as I reached that realization, I felt her fingers slipping into my ass crack, an area that had somehow remained untouched until now.

Somehow, that shocked me enough to gather the tiny shreds of resistance I had left and push her away. I found myself thinking of my wife and the way she liked to play with my ass, and a wave of guilt hit me so strongly that I very nearly felt ill. I can't let myself splatter my cum all over Ruby's taut belly! I

Can't! I just can't! That would make this disaster twice as bad!

Surprisingly, Ruby let herself get pushed away without any resistance.

That left me standing there with my erection bobbing straight out. Pre-cum was freely dripping from it, it was so soaked. There wasn't much I could do about my condition except reach down and pull up my shorts as quickly as possible, so that's what I did. Meanwhile, my T-shirt had slid back down most of the way, once Ruby's oily body was pried off of mine. Once I had my shorts back up, I used both hands to straighten my shirt out. I looked more or less presentable now, except for the lewd bulge in my shorts.

Michelle and Ruby were standing in front of me, reveling in their total nudity. Somehow, both were smiling from ear to ear and smirking at the same time. "Awww…" they both said at the same time with pouty inflection. They made a variety of "awww" noises for nearly a minute, showing their disappointment at my clothed state.

Even I had to chuckle a little bit. True, they'd both gotten the best of me and I felt tremendously guilty. But at the same time, it was so much damn fun that I couldn't help but enjoy it. However, I said, "Okay, you two, show's over. Whatever happened to the sandwiches?"

Ruby nodded at the table, pointing out the plate.

"Okay, fine," I said. "Remember, that we're supposed to eat them? But first, both of you, put some damn clothes on already!" I noticed that even after Michelle's big production of bending over to pick up the towel, she was still just standing there with it in her hand. I could see several rivulets of cum dripping down her thighs. But Ruby was even wetter. The whole front side of her gorgeous body seemed smeared with sweat, oil, and cum!

The two of them started to Refasten their towels around their waists, but I said, "No way. I said clothes, not towels. I want full coverage of all private parts."

That started another session of pouty "Awww" noises.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I turned from the dining room to the kitchen. I figured I'd get some orange juice and drinks while I sorted my head out. Phew! What a crazy day! How am I going to explain this to my wife?! She's going to be pissed. Or worse, what if she approves?!

I realized that I needed to call Mindy, and fast! Luckily, there was a receiver on the kitchen counter. I called Mindy's cell phone number.

There was no answer, so I decided to leave a message to give me a call ASAP. But before I could do that, I had to wait through her recorded greeting: "Hi, this is Mindy Cooper. Sorry, I'm not available right now. Dan, Honey, if you're calling, you have my permission for anything. And I do mean ANYTHING! I leave it up to YOU! You make the decision."

That floored me so much that I hung up without leaving a message.

The kitchen and dining room were essentially the same room, separated only by the kitchen counter. Michelle and Ruby stood in the middle of the dining room a short distance in front of me, but I resolutely pretended they weren't there. I needed to calm down, and let my dick calm down! Far from going flaccid, my wet erection was soaking my underwear and even creating a large wet spot on the front of my shorts. Pre-cum continued to leak out of it, exacerbating the problem.

I closed my eyes and thought about the message that Mindy must have recorded for me in the last hour or so. When I'd tried calling her earlier, I'd heard a little bit of her usual message before I hung up. I thought, "Dan, Honey, if you're calling, you have my permission for anything. And I do mean ANYTHING! I leave it up to YOU! You make the decision." Those were HER words! She's serious about this. No second doubts! Yesterday, I gave her the hypothetical of Shelle wanting to give me a blowjob and she brushed it off, saying how far I went was entirely up to me.

That means she's okay with what just happened! As crazy as it sounds, that's what she said. Her phone message gives me a "get out of jail free card." Thank God!

But the problem is still there. Just because my wife abdicates her responsibility in this for unknown and very inexplicable reasons, Michelle is still my daughter and Ruby is my almost daughter. I still can't let anything happen. They took me by surprise, and now everything is fucked up. At the very least, I can't let that happen again!

I was grateful the two of them were giving me some space and weren't trying to talk to me, although I could hear them excitedly whispering to each other. Just from the tone of their voices, it sounded like they were about to fly to the moon. I needed to bring them back to Earth somehow.

I waited another minute until my head somewhat cleared and my breathing eased. My dick was still hard, but I knew I'd have to wait ten minutes or more for it to go flaccid, if it went flaccid at all. It was almost physically impossible for me to not have an erection around the Gruesome Twosome, especially after what they'd just done to me! I would just have to grin and bear it.

When I walked around the counter into the dining room, Michelle and Ruby were standing side by side and anxiously waiting for me. They had their towels precariously wrapped around their substantial chests. They'd both managed to cover their nipples up, but it was a very close thing. Even through the terry cloth of those towels, I could see the suggestive bulges of hard nipples on big round tits, and lots and lots of tightly pressed cleavage.

The towels were long enough to wrap all the way around their bodies, but they weren't nearly wide enough to cover their pussies and asses too. Down below, each of them held a napkin over their pussy mounds. That covered their pussies, but not much else!

I frowned at that. "Okay you two, I said CLOTHES. Do you not understand English? A napkin does not count!"

"But Daddy," Michelle replied, "We don't HAVE any clothes! Even our bikinis are way, way, WAY outside. We don't want to go all the way out THERE." She pointed out the window towards the lounge chairs they'd been lying in earlier, but her facial expression made it seem like she was pointing to a spot several mountain ranges away.

"Tough. Get 'em."

"Okay, Daddy, but you've got to change too. Your shirt is all oiled up and icky. Your shorts too."

I looked down at myself and saw they had a good point. Plus, I had a big and embarrassing wet spot problem. I needed to take care of that.

Ruby had just sat down closest to me, while Michelle sat on the other side of the table. Ruby stood up, saying, "Here, let me help."

Naturally, her napkin got left behind and her towel fell off for good measure.

I backed away. "No, I've got it well in hand, thanks." God, she's so beautiful! So stacked! So naked! It makes me want to cry with frustration!

Ruby stared at my crotch hungrily. "Let me have it 'well in hand.' Please!"

Michelle stood up, causing her towel to fall away too. "You already had it 'well in hand.' Come on, Ruby, let me have a turn!"

"I wish! I never really got to touch it."

I stood back, grateful that Michelle and Ruby were at least facing each other and not me. "What are you talking about? You were rubbing up against it for, like, ten minutes!" "Was not!"

"You were too!" Michelle had her hands on her hips and was striking a defiant pose. "Okay, maybe I was, just a little, but it's not the same thing as holding it."

Michelle wasn't mollified by that. "I know, but you got to kiss him too. You totally made out. It's SOOO unfair!"

My dick was throbbing with need all over again, and my lust only grew as I heard them argue about me. Still, I felt terribly guilty. I couldn't let this kind of talk continue. I said, "Okay you two, back to the table. We need to talk."

The two of them sauntered back, proudly sashaying their bare asses as they went.

I watched as they sat down in their usual seats. True, they were still buck naked, but before I rejoined the battle in trying to get some clothes on them, I had to get some things off my chest. Plus, with them sitting on the opposite side of the table from me, it was like they were merely topless instead of completely nude, thanks to the solid wood table in the way.