<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/ChristopherTaylor2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Christopher Taylor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Taylor Cabin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mina, Paige<br/><br/>Chris simply stared when the twin girls began to kiss and grope each other, right there in front of them.  As before, part of him knew that this was very, very wrong.  What he needed to do was to get both of them into therapy, ASAP.   Sisters, even twins, shouldn't have romantic or sexual feelings for each other.  It technically wasn't a crime, but it was definitely disapproved of by society.  Fraternal or sororal incest was a taboo that had gone back hundreds, if not thousands, of years.  If anyone saw this...they'd take his daughters away from him, for sure.<br/><br/>But he couldn't move.  He couldn't speak.  His erection was positively<em>raging</em>.  He cursed his own weakness, his loneliness, his lack of moral character.  God help him, it was<em>hot</em>.<br/><br/>And then Paige--sweet Paige--was kissing him, not just kissing him but pressing up against him, without a stitch of clothes on.  What he<em>needed</em>to do was to push her away, gently but firmly, and order her to put her clothes back on.  That's what he needed to do.<br/><br/>What he<em>did</em>do was wrap his arms around her, after a moment, holding her tightly against himself, while their tongues fenced.  Her skin was still wet from the tub, and moistened him as she pressed against him, but he did not mind.  She stood up on tiptoe, her hand reaching around his neck, pulling him down toward her.  His arms enfolded her lower back, bracing her, holding her up against him.  It was a tender gesture, sweet, gentle.  He held her as long as the kiss persisted, and then, just as gently, he let her go.<br/><br/>He was aware of Mina staring at him.  Once again, he felt a pang of shame.  This wasn't what fathers and daughters were supposed to do.  Was she horrified?<br/><br/>No.  There was something else there, in her eyes.  Intense interest...and...<br/><br/>...Jealousy?<br/><br/>It never occurred to him to wonder if Mina had seen one of his and Paige's good-bye kisses, and if so, what she might have thought of them.  Was she jealous of the attention he seemed to favor upon her sister?  Was<em>that</em>why she had become so rebellious?<br/><br/>He looked at Mina with new eyes, pity and compassion warring in his gaze.  Oh, Mina...<br/><br/>When she pulled his pants off, he did not resist.  When she revealed his manhood, tumescent and swollen with anticipation, he did not protest.  When she urged him toward the hot tub, he stepped forward without hesitation.  He was aware that he had a window here, a window to connect with Mina at last, and that if he was not careful, it might close forever.  He sought out her hand, took it in his left, just as he grasped Paige's in his right.  Holding hands with his beloved daughters, the jewels of his life, he strode toward the tub.<br/><br/>