Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, marketing manager, father of Orchid

	- Tan white skin, 5'10, 175lbs, shoulder-length curly brown hair

Orchid, Female, 13

	- Daughter of Brent

	- Pale white skin, 5'8, 140lbs, mid-back length nearly-black hair

The drive home was a blur. I don't really remember it. My body felt raw and light, memories of Lily and Dahlia fresh and warm. I was in my house, beer in hand, before I began to contemplate my situation.

My daughter would be arriving around noon on Monday. Thoughts of my fantasies of Orchid drifted, lingered, receded into the back of my mind. I became Dad again, finished getting her room ready, filling the fridge with food she would enjoy. I cleaned the one bathroom in the house, ensured the hamper was in there and empty. I wasn't going to cross another line with my daughter, but I certainly conceded that her panties would be a focus of many masturbation sessions.

That night, I pulled out Lily's panties as I lay in bed, trying to sleep. I turned them over in my hand, her red and white striped underwear had a light yellow and white streak in the middle, the lightest brown streak further back. The nine-year old's maturing genitals left a sweet and musky scent, the girl's feminine aroma had my penis hard and in need of attention.

I stroked myself as I inhaled, took in the young child's smells, imagined the thrill of penetrating her once again. I could still see her, on her back, legs wide, her genitals soaked and swollen. I closed my eyes and thought of tasting her, of fucking the little girl. I felt my balls tingle, a slow burn spreading up my shaft. I smelled Lily again and jacked off faster, wishing her little labia were wrapped around my penis, wanting to inseminate her fertile vagina once more.

I cried out, sniffed Lily's scents, and ejaculated hard. I squirted semen onto my stomach, felt it splash warm and sticky, globs of my sperm running down my sides. I came hard, was again fucking the nine-year old, cumming inside her little body. Cum shot out onto my chest, hit my chin, as I imagined the intoxicating arousal of fucking Lily.

- - -

Morning came early for me, long before dawn, and I awoke with Lily's panties near my head, dried sperm all over me. I showered and put the girl's panties in the back of my underwear drawer. The thought of Orchid's freshly worn underwear danced excitedly through my mind. It was the only sexual thoughts I had for my daughter that morning as I put the finishing touches on her room.

I wanted it to be very special for her, a soft landing from the harsh times she'd had. She called me from Denver where she was changing planes before heading to Dulles and then Roanoke. I picked up a flower bouquet that featured purple orchids and put it on the table beside my daughter's bed.

She texted me from Dulles, and I started the thirty-minute drive to the Roanoke airport. I waited nervously outside the security zone, her flight a few minutes early. I saw her before she saw me, wearing a dark green t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. I tried to compose myself as she approached me.

Orchid smiled, and all my fears washed away in that one moment. “Hi, Dad!”

We hugged tightly, her body warm against mine as I held her. “Good trip, Sweetie?”

“Sure, not bad.”

“So you enjoyed your time with Helena?” I asked her as we walked to baggage claim. The boxes we'd sent before leaving Seattle were delayed, scheduled to arrive on Tuesday. Thankfully, Orchid had a couple of suitcases full of necessities with her at the airport.

“Yeah, she was alright. I missed you, though.” As we waited for her luggage, she held my hand, a young teen thankful to have her father by her side. “This is gonna be great.”

I agreed and we collected her suitcases, started making our way home. Orchid was quiet throughout, not unusual for her. She tended to be a bit introspective, thoughtful, had always been somewhat reserved even around me. But when engaged in conversation, she tended to open up and reveal herself as intelligent and curious about the world.

“So this week, I just want you to relax and settle in, ok? Just think of it as a vacation. We'll worry about getting you in school next week. Right now, just enjoy yourself. I have to work this afternoon and the rest of the week, but we can hang out in the evenings. Anything you want to do?”

She shook her head, looked out at the passing mountains. “Nah. Just glad to be here, Dad. I'm... I'm not really dealing with things, you know? Just... just want to try to deal with things.”

“Ok, Pumpk... Orchid. It is going to take some time, just hang in there. You can talk to me about anything, alright? Anything at all. Just talk it out.”

“Thanks, Dad. I know. Thanks.”

We arrived at my home and dropped her suitcases in her room. She stared at the flowers for a long time, said, “you got those for me?”

“Yes. Orchids for my Orchid.”

“I love them. They're beautiful.” She sniffed them, I couldn't help but appreciate the way she held her head low over them, her back sloped, her ass pushed out just slightly, making her jeans curve around her figure. My daughter had really grown over the past couple of years, and the sight of her was both arousing and confusing. I let those thoughts pass and excused myself to head to work.

It was a long afternoon. I called Orchid twice to make sure she was getting comfortable. She was, had already swum twice and napped. I pulled up to the house around 8pm, the long day of playing catch up at work left me weary and needing to relax. I called to Orchid in the pool to let her know I was home, grabbed a beer, and settled into a chair as she swam.

I smiled to myself, felt really good to be where I was. Sexual thoughts of my daughter had moved away and I was left with the feeling a dad gets when he knows he's just done something wonderful for his child.

The situation with Orchid's mom was a difficult one. I'd received a phone call at work from a doctor at the psychological hospital. Malory's condition had improved but it would be at least another week before she would be reevaluated. The woman had agreed to stay hospitalized, seemed ready to accept the help she needed. I certainly hoped she got it. I didn't mention any of this to Orchid, it just seemed like the wrong thoughts to plant in her mind on her first day living with me.

Instead, we ordered Chinese food and watched Game of Thrones. She'd read the books but never seen the show. Toward the end of episode 1, I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable a moment when Orchid remembered that Jamie and Cersei were brother and sister as we watched the scene where the Lannisters were having sex, and mentioned, “umm... forgot that they're into that. Must be a really strange family, huh, Dad?”

I didn't comment, just let her get back to the show. Three episodes in, we were both very tired after midnight and headed to bed. I kissed Orchid's forehead and cheek, hugged her to me, told her, “Sweet dreams, Orchid. I'm glad you're here.”

“Love you, Dad. Thanks for being there for me.”

She closed her bedroom door and I headed for the shower. In the hamper I saw her jeans and t-shirt from the day's trip, and I couldn't help myself. I picked through the clothes, breathed in her shirt, noted the smell of sweat. Her jeans, too, smelled like a young girl traveling, nothing terribly arousing.

Her bra smelled like a rose-scented lotion, not of her body. But her panties, oh, her panties. Those smelled like Orchid. My daughter's genitals had pressed against the fabric all day, her nervousness and excitement were ripe against my nose. I sniffed her scent and stroked my cock quickly.

I couldn't believe I'd have this every day. In the past, during brief visits, I'd had to be sneaky to grab a freshly-worn pair, take a risk of masturbating in a bathroom before anyone noticed. Now, Orchid's aroma was mine to enjoy, any time. This one time, though, the first night she stayed with me, was intense. I needed to sniff her feminine aroma, to take in her nerves, her juices, the way her warm skin had mashed against the crotch.

I pounded my cock, tried to be quiet as I inhaled her panties. I tensed up, sniffed Orchid's damp underwear, and spurted into the toilet. Gob after gob of my sticky sperm squirted out and splashed into the water. I groaned uncontrollably as I smelled my daughter's panties. My ejaculation burned, I trembled, released my seed as I thought of how the crotch I was smelling had sat against my daughter's warm, sweaty genitals. I stroked long after my sperm had been spent, couldn't stop enjoying Orchid's scent.

I managed to separate the panties from my nose and tossed them into the hamper. I looked down at the globs of sperm floating in the toilet and thought a moment of Lily. If she'd been here, she would have sniffed Orchid's panties with me, would have offered me her little hole to shoot my load into. I shuddered as I stepped into the shower and tried to rinse away the long and complex day that had brought my daughter, and her soiled, wonderful panties, to live with me.