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

Dahlia, Female, 36

	- Mother of Lily

	- Tan white skin, 5'9, 155lbs, 38D breasts, shoulder-length wavy brown hair, green eyes

Lily (Lilian), Female, 9

	- Daughter of Dahlia

	- Dark-tan skin, 4'5, 70lbs, mid-back wavy brown hair, dark eyes, Native American features

I called Dahlia early the next morning, let her know that Orchid had made it in alright. She asked me when she could see me again, and I let her know that I wasn't sure, that I needed to let Orchid have time to settle in to her new home and her closer relationship with me. It wasn't so much awkward as new, comfortable but still untried for both of us.

Dahlia asked me about Orchid's panties, whether I'd sniffed them that night. I admitted that I had, describing the way my daughter's damp panties had smelled, how I had masturbated to them and came hard. Dahlia got quiet as I described it, breathed heavily into the phone.

“How do you think she tastes? Wouldn't you like to taste your daughter?”

“I dunno... Like she smells, I guess... Sweet, slick, musky. I... I'm sure she would taste delicious. Different than Lily, but wonderful all the same.”

Dahlia played with herself as I described jerking off, Orchid's panties held to my nose.

“I stroked fast, sniffing my daughter's panties, imagining her genitals rubbing and sweating against the crotch.”

“Ohh... oh, Brent... yes... so hot... I've got the pair Lily wore all day yesterday... sniffing them... mmmm... oooh...”

“I sniffed the ones Lily gave me on Sunday, I jerked off hard remembering what it felt like to fuck your daughter, what it felt like to cum in her little vagina.”

“Ohhh... OOOH... OOOHH... CUMMING, Brent... oooh... oooh... OOOHHH... OOHHH.. MMMM... mmm... mmm... oh...”

I sat silently as Dahlia came down from her orgasm, already running late. I let her know I would call her later in the week and got myself off to work before Orchid had arisen.

I called my daughter about midday just to check in. She was lounging and watching television, texting friends who were in classes back in Seattle. She missed them already, but she had no desire to go back. I spent the rest of the day buried in work and by Tuesday evening was once more exhausted.

I arrived home around seven to find my daughter locked in her bedroom. I knocked gently, said, “you awake, Orchid?”

I heard her reply, “uhh... yeah, yeah, Dad. Minute, please.”

She sounded out of breath and my pulsed raced as my fantasy life took over. I imagined that she was masturbating, maybe even just climaxed. I wondered how she sounded when she came. I wondered if her pussy got wet a lot. I imagined how her body would tense and shudder. I thought about...

The door opened and I felt guilty for standing there. She wore just a nightgown, thin and almost see-through. My daughter was flushed, a bit sweaty. “Uh... hey, Dad. What's up?”

“N-nothing, nothing... just, seeing if you wanted some dinner.”

“Sure, yeah, I could use some food.”

I tried hard not to glance at her body clad only in the thin gown, tried to avoid letting her know that she was wearing something that made my eyes and my mind wander over her body. I stared just a moment before catching myself and leading us to the kitchen to put together a quick meal.

We sat quietly in the living room, me on the couch, Orchid on the chair nearby. We watched more Game of Thrones. As Orchid relaxed, several times she changed positions in a way that let me see her panties briefly. She wore white ones, though I couldn't see enough to tell which pair it was. I don't think she noticed or even considered that her father would look between her legs, and once or twice her gown rode up her body and revealed most of her young thighs to my eyes.

Judge me, but goddamn I couldn't not look as a beautiful young girl innocently offered me views of her panties and inner thighs. My cock was rock hard and I was thankful I still wore my work slacks.

Despite my thoughts, it was just voyeurism, just a dad glimpsing hints of what his daughter's body looked like. I let my fantasies hang back as I brought myself back to the moment.

After episode 5 ended, I told Orchid, “Listen, I talked to the school today. I don't think they're going to be able to get you in this year. They suggested that you could complete the end-of-year testing and move on to start high school next fall. Means you get an early summer vacation if you can spend some time getting ready for the tests. Think that sounds good to you?”

She wiggled her nose in a delightful way, grinned, said, “hell yes! Err, I mean, yes. I was doing pretty good before... Mom... what do I need to do?”

I ordered the textbooks she'd need to study for her exams and made a note to call the next morning to schedule them for three weeks hence. Orchid felt ready, was a bright and capable student. I knew with a few days of study to ensure she had it all down, she'd do fine and hit 9th grade in the fall, likely as the youngest student in her class. She'd been a year ahead since fourth grade, never failed to make an honor roll. I was proud of the way she took up the responsibility of studying, felt my daughter was really handling herself well so far.

We started to settle into a routine. I worked weekdays and she studied, we ate dinner together, swam, watched television. I regularly looked at my daughter's body, fantasized about her in ways that a father shouldn't, but I had long-ago resigned myself to being attracted to Orchid. I tried my best to keep it to myself.

I talked to Dahlia every few days. We had phone sex often, late at night, with me sniffing Orchid's panties and Dahlia sniffing Lily's. Sometimes Lily joined us on the phone, but she didn't seem all that interested in phone sex. Instead, since Dahlia had ended the prohibition against their physical relationship manifesting at home, the young girl often just licked her mom's pussy while I listened and jerked off.

I smelled Orchid's panties daily, at least, when she wore panties. Since she mostly stayed around the house, she often just wore pajamas or sweats, and felt no need to put on underwear. She stopped wearing a bra when she was home, and several times I could see her little pink nipples through her shirts. I jerked off often after those sightings.

One night during her second week things got a bit uncomfortable. I had jerked off in the bathroom before a shower, thinking Orchid had gone to bed. While sniffing the pair she'd worn that day, I ejaculated my load into the previous day's panties, my semen left all over the crotch.

Like an idiot, I'd dropped the panties on the floor instead of the hamper and stepped into the shower.

“Dad?” Orchid called into the room as the water rained down, my body still awash in post-orgasmic euphoria. “Can I use the bathroom? I need to go.”

I panicked, hesitated, finally said, “uh... sure, I'm in the shower, ok?”

“K.” She entered and through the partially-clear shower curtain I watched as she entered the room, pulled down her pajama bottoms, and crowded tightly over the bowl as she sat down. I couldn't see anything but her legs and the side of her butt, but oh my God was it best view of her I'd had to that point. She sat still. I slowly turned the water down until it wasn't so loud, could hear her urine splashing in the bowel. It was quite a flood as my daughter pissed for a long moment.

I watched her pull paper from the roll, spread her legs and wipe herself. It was obscured, but I know I caught the shadow of her pubic hair between her legs as she ran the tissue across her genitals. She looked at the paper, wiped again, stared at it a moment then dropped it into the bowl.

As she stood, she turned away from me. I stole a look around the edge of the curtain and saw my daughter's beautiful heart-shaped ass for several seconds. Her crack was rounded, soft, her cheeks touched and covered her sex. I couldn't believe what I saw. She leaned down quickly to pull up her pajamas, and for just a second I saw everything between her legs. Hairy slit, swollen labia, tight pink puckered asshole. For just a second, my daughter's entire genitals were burned into my vision.

She paused, looked at the floor. Her panties. Two pairs were there, and she picked up the one that was soaking with my semen. Orchid pulled her pajamas up, turned the panties over in her hand, then tossed them into the hamper, grabbing the other pair and doing the same.

Then it was over, Orchid called back, “K, thanks. G'night, Dad.”

Holy shit! I was so worried that she knew, that she was suddenly frightened of me, of what I'd done in her panties. She had to know, my load had been a large one that night, and I'd caught all of it in the crotch of her soiled panties. Oh, God! I masturbated with a combination of horrible shame and intense arousal. I'd seen Orchid's pussy! It didn't take long to fire off another load, my semen washed away quickly by the shower as the view of my daughter's young slit flashed through my mind.

I went to bed that night feeling awful. I'd crossed a line that I promised myself to never cross: I'd let my sexual desires be known to her, the accident of leaving her panties on the floor an unmistaken signal to my daughter that I had a sexual interest in her underwear, if not her body.

I flashed again and again to the briefest view of her genitals, my daughter's slit so beautiful. It was mature, but small. Hairy, but swollen like a young girl's should be. She looked both too young for sex and old enough to be penetrated all at once. It was a confusing and arousing and shameful evening that took a long time to fall into chaotic dreams.

- - -

I continued to talk to Dahlia and occasionally to Lily, and a couple days before her test, Orchid overheard me on the phone with the mother. I knew my daughter was awake, so the conversation was g-rated, just Dahlia and I learning more about each other. I was beginning to grow fond of the woman. There was a physical attraction there to be sure, and the unbelievable addition of Lily made the relationship even more amazing and unusual. But Dahlia was intelligent, thoughtful, a kind spirit whose decisions about her daughter both frightened her and made her feel good.

Lily continued to be a sweet young girl, and since Dahlia had dropped the 'no sex at home' rule, her mother told me she'd been even easier to live with. The girl's sex drive was high and it helped to have someone each day to help her release her desires. Dahlia was very happy to help, and I loved listening in while they did so. Dahlia confided that having me as an outlet, someone 'normal' to talk to about her relationship with her daughter, had helped her come to terms with it. That's not to say her guilt and fears went away, they did not. But with Lily being so sexual, Dahlia was privately thrilled to be the one to enjoy the girl's body, to taste her maturing pussy, to savor the girl's sweet, silent orgasms. Being able to talk to me about it made it feel less surreal.

I suppose I came to terms with it as well. I worried, of course, knew that it could blow up and become horrible quickly. But I, too, was secretly thrilled to be a part of Lily's sex life and wanted desperately to join mother and daughter once more.

My daughter heard me hang up the phone and asked me, “so... that someone you're seeing?”

I paused, thought about how to answer. “Uh... Yeah, sort of. Someone I met a couple of weeks ago while camping. She's... she's a nice woman, she's a victim's advocate, like the one I dealt with in Seattle on your behalf. Dahlia, has a daughter, a nine-year old named Lily. Nice girl.” Nice wasn't a very descriptive term for the way the young child had offered her pussy to me and let me cum inside her.

“When do I get to meet them?”

“Well... Soon, I guess. She lives a couple of hours north, up around Front Royal. Doesn't live nearby, unfortunately.”

“Oh. You like her?”

She was matter-of-fact in her query, I responded, “Yeah, I do. Nothing too close yet, just had a couple of nice weekends with her and Lily.”

“Ok. Good. For you, I mean. You deserve a good woman, Dad.” She smiled and hugged me, and I wrapped myself in my daughter and felt wonderful all over.

- - -

Orchid passed her tests easily and we celebrated by planning a trip to the campsite. Orchid had never been camping with me, it had always been something I did alone. She was eager to explore and hike and swim.

I debated for days whether to tell Dahlia. I had only just begun to think about how to explain Dahlia and Lily to my daughter. There was no way I would tell her what we'd done. What I'd done. What Dahlia and Lily did together. No way. If I did invite the two, I had to be very careful around Lily. I wouldn't have any problem spending time by myself with Dahlia, but I couldn't risk being with Lily no matter how much I wanted to.

I worried about what Lily would say to Orchid, what she would reveal. Her filters were not those you would hope for in the situation, her open honesty with her mother, and to some extent, with me, didn't make me feel safe having my daughter around her. I couldn't chance that with Orchid, couldn't chance letting her in on Dahlia's secret, and mine.