<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 drove his Jeep Cherokee along the secluded mountain track, his mind whirring with his thoughts.  He couldn't shake the mental image of what he'd seen in the rear view mirror: of Mina with her hand down Paige's pants, a truculent smirk upon her face, as if she was almost<em>daring</em>him to do something about it.  That was Mina, in a nutshell; always pushing him, always rebelling.  If he said it was day, she'd almost certainly claim it was night simply to be contrary.  When did she turn into such a... such a...<br/><br/><em>Teenager</em>, he told himself, firmly.  The truth was, he didn't love her any less than Paige.  They were both his daughters, his little girls, and he loved them both dearly.  Paige was simply much easier to understand, and hence, talk to.  Her temperament was sanguine, whereas Mina's was choleric.    Physically, they could be near-identical clones of each other; personality-wise, they couldn't be more different.  Chris couldn't help chuckling darkly at the thought.<br/><br/><em>Mary</em>, he thought.<em>I need you more than ever.  I feel like I'm losing Mina.  You always had such a way with her. </em>The trouble with parenting, he thought, was that children didn't come with instructions.  They never told you what they wanted or needed; they expected you to<em>know</em>.  And Chris was so often clueless.<br/><br/>Why was it so easy with Paige?  They'd always been close.  Perhaps even<em>too</em>close.  Chris was aware that it was common, or at least not unheard of, for fathers to kiss their daughters upon the lips, but he was pretty sure that tongues were not involved.   To his credit, it had been Paige that started it, not long after Mary had died.  He'd gone to kiss her good night one night, as he always did, and had been surprised to feel her soft, moist tongue brushing his bottom lip.  He hadn't known how to respond to it; it had seemed improper, but he wasn't about to discourage her.  He'd simply ignored her at first, but the more he had, the more insistent she'd gotten, and it wasn't long before he'd opened his mouth as well.  Now their good-night and good-bye kisses had turned into French kiss make-out sessions lasting several minutes or more.   He'd been far too ashamed of himself to go any further than that, but he would have been lying to himself if he said he didn't enjoy it.  Even now, he could taste Paige's sweet tongue, dancing and twining against his own.<br/><br/>He wondered if Mina's mouth would taste the same way.<em>There you go again,</em>he thought, angrily.<em>What the fuck is wrong with me?  Why can't I stop thinking of my daughters in sexual terms?</em>Perhaps it was because both of them reminded him of Mary.  The twins shared their mother's flame-red hair and piercing olive eyes.  He felt a pang of sorrow, deep, heart-wringing sorrow, as he thought of his late wife's face.  There was no evil like the cancer that had taken her from all of them.  It had shattered their lives, twisting and perverting their love and affections for each other.<br/><br/>He was barely cognizant of arriving at the ranger station, of handing the required forms to the attendant and filling out the paperwork for his fishing and hunting licenses.  He moved, walked, even talked on autopilot, performing the rote tasks required of him while his mind was busy sorting out his family life.   Before long, he was heading home, having gotten the licenses he sought.  He knew the girls wouldn't be wild about the outdoors, but perhaps he could coax them into at least going on a hike with him.<br/><br/>He returned to the cabin, and parked his SUV in front.  His boots crunched on the dead twig-strewn ground as he approached the structure, and fished in his pocket for his key.  He found it, inserted it into the lock, and turned it.  The door opened, allowing him entrance into the house.<br/><br/>"Paige?" He called out.  "Mina?"  He took off his coat, and set it on the kitchen counter.  He checked the main room of the cabin--they weren't there.  "Paige? Mina?"<br/><br/>He wandered through the cabin, checking each room as he went.  When he discovered that they weren't in their own rooms, he started to worry.  "Girls?" he called out, louder.  As a last resort, he investigated the master suite.  They weren't there, either.  Now concerned, he turned on his heel, when he heard the sound of splashing, accompanied by a feminine laugh behind him.<br/><br/>Curious, he opened the door to the bathroom and wandered inside.  The sight that greeted him made him do a double-take.   The bathroom floor was strewn haphazardly with two sets of clothing.  Chris recognized Paige's blouse, and Mina's combat boots.  And in the jacuzzi itself--one twin was straddling the other's lap, pinning her against the side of the tub.  With their hair wet, Chris couldn't tell which girl was which, although instinct told him that the one on top was Mina.<br/><br/>They were clearly enjoying each other.  As always, he felt torn by several powerful conflicting emotions.  Concern.  Shame.  And not in the least, arousal.   Part of him wanted to get upset with them; part of him wanted to slip out and leave them to their business.  And a third part of him wanted to join them in the hot tub.<br/><br/>He loitered, paralyzed by indecision.   He decided, eventually, to leave them alone.  However, as he turned to leave,  his arm banged against the towel rack, dislodging it from its moorings and sending it clattering to the ground.  For Paige and Mina, there could be no doubt whatsoever now that their father was aware of their activities.