<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/Ericbana2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Christopher Taylor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home (moving to Family Resort)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Paige (Elvenkitten), Mina (JennyFive)<br/><br/>Christopher awoke covered in sweat.  He'd been having nightmares again.  It seemed like there was no end to them, not since Mary had died two years earlier.  It had taken quite a toll on the family.  Seeing their mother--a loving, caring, vivacious woman--become sicker and sicker and eventually lose her battle to breast cancer was more than something that two fifteen-year-old girls should have ever had to handle.  Mary was the best part of their little family, Christopher had often said.  She could light up a room with her presence alone.  She taught the firefighter all he knew about parenting; hell, she taught him all he knew about a lot of things.  When she died, it felt like someone had ripped out a piece of his soul.<br/><br/>He had no idea how to be a single father to two twin teenage girls.   Paige and Mina were the lights of his life, his little angels, and he loved them more than he loved life itself.  But he didn't understand them.  Particularly Mina, who, like him, had felt the loss deeply.  It seemed like she blamed him, whether intentionally or not, for their mother's death.  She challenged his authority on every occasion, pushing his boundaries whenever she could.  Part of it seemed like the typical teenage rebellion, but Chris was sure that there was more than that going on.  He was sure that she loved him, deep down inside somewhere, but there were times it certainly didn't feel like it.<br/><br/>Paige was the opposite.  Sweet and sanguine, she didn't seem to be as affected by Mary's death as much as her father and sister, even though she had cried the loudest at her funeral.  Or perhaps that was the reason.  Whatever the case, she seemed to have found a much better way to cope with it, and had, two years later, managed to put it behind her for the most part.  Whenever Chris and Mina got into a shouting match, it was always Paige that had to play the part of the peacemaker.  While Mina spent her high school years with boys, Paige would be perfectly content to watch TV or play board or computer games with her father.   She spent a disproportionate amount of time sitting on his lap, which occasionally worried her father, even though he never said anything about it.  He wasn't about to chide her for wanting to be too affectionate.  And besides, he could hardly blame her, all things considered.<br/><br/>It was only a month ago that he had caught them sleeping together.  He wasn't sure how long it had been going on.  One night he couldn't sleep, and had roused himself to get something to drink from the kitchen.  As he passed Paige's room, her door was ajar, and he thought he heard her moan.  Thinking that she too was experiencing nightmares, he put his hand on the door to push it open, intending to check on her, when he heard a second voice issue from the near-darkness.   Although most people would be unable to tell the twins apart,  their father knew their voices well enough to know which was Paige's and which was Mina's.  Shocked, he eased the door open as quietly as he could, his eyes widening as he saw<em>two</em>shapes in Paige's bed, writhing and squirming.  As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, lit only by the lights in the hallway, he could make them out clearly:  Mina was on top of her sister, her face buried in her chest, her hand between her sister's legs.  Christopher was completely nonplussed.  He could do nothing but stare as they groped and fingered each other, moaning and sighing and whimpering.  Eventually they ended up in the sixty-nine position, each teen's head between her sister's legs.  Paige licked at Mina's pussy, and Mina licked at Paige's, until both were brought to shuddering orgasm.<br/><br/>As they lay gasping,  Christopher ducked back into the hall.  Although he was sure what he had just seen, he had absolutely no idea how to react to it.  Should he be angry?  Concerned?  Worried?   Much to his horror and dismay, he found that the emotion he felt above all was--horny.  Seeing his daughters entwined in passion had made him hornier than he had been in a long, long time.  He quickly stole away to the bathroom, and wasted no time masturbating, the image of Paige and Mina pleasuring each other fresh in his mind.  When he came, he had to stuff a towel into his mouth to muffle his moan, lest they hear him.<br/><br/>He never mentioned it to either of them.  If the twins wanted to have sex with each other, Chris wasn't going to stop it.  There were few enough occasions for smiles these days, after all, and it<em>was</em>nice to see them being so close.  And besides...even though it was wrong, and he was sure he was going to Hell for even thinking it, it was very, very, very, hot.   He began to have fantasies about joining in, about lying beneath them while one daughter mounted his thighs and the other his face.  Which one would prefer which, he wondered?  He was pretty sure Mina had an oral fixation--he had caught her starting at his crotch on more than one occasion, sometimes when he had just stepped out of the shower, and she seemed to have a sadistic flair for teasing him.  She would go out of her way to bring home phallic-shaped food like popsicles or chocolate-covered bananas, and eat them in a very sensual way when she was sure he was watching.    As for Paige...<br/><br/>For some reason, he always felt guiltier when he fantasized about Paige than he did when he fantasized about Mina.  She was by far the more innocent of the two, and he always felt dirty when he imagined her riding his cock.  Fortunately, he never acted upon his thoughts, even though he was sorely tempted at times.<br/><br/>The letter from the Family Resort corporation could not have come at a more opportune time.   The fighting between Chris and Mina seemed to have gotten worse lately, so much so that Chris had been forced to spank the girl.  He was well aware that a seventeen-year-old was well past the point of spanking age, but he had been so exasperated by her behavior (as well as sexually frustrated) that he had acted without thinking.  He had thrown her over his lap, yanking her pants and panties down, and slapped her bare bottom with his hand as hard as he dared, over and over until the milky-white skin of her bottom had gotten covered with angry red bruises.<br/><br/>Today was the day that they were supposed to leave.  He heard them horsing around in Paige's room.  "Come on, girls!" he shouted.  "We're leaving.  Do you have everything packed?  Mina, are you ready?  Paige, you can bring Badger and Mushroom if you want to."<br/><br/>At long last, everyone had managed to pack the SUV with their gear.  He drove, the passenger seat empty with both girls preferring to sit in the back.  He did not complain, although he thought he caught a glimpse once of Mina's hand sneaking down Paige's skirt in the rear-view mirror.   Paige was understandbly distracted, but he saw Mina's eyes meet his in the mirror.  Instead of retracting her hand, she simply smirked at him, as if to say, "<em>what are you going to do about it, huh?</em>"<br/><br/>Eventually, after a long drive,  they got to the cabin.  It was bigger and more luxurious than he had expected. (http://shop.loghome.com/2007/images/Articles/wisconsin_log_cabin_exterior_2.jpg)  The interior was spacious and very well-equipped (http://cedarcreekcabinrentals.com/Portals/95659/images/cabins%20in%20georgia.jpg), although there was one notable lack: the absence of any kind of television.   But pretty much any other luxury the builders could think of--leather sofas, a grand fireplace, king-sized beds in every room.  There was even an indoor Jacuzzi in the master suite.<br/><br/>"Get situated, girls," said the firefighter.  "I'm going to see about acquiring hunting and fishing permits.  I'll be back in a little while."<br/><br/>So saying, he departed in the SUV and left them to it.