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

Friday afternoon Orchid and I headed off for the campsite without telling Dahlia we were going. Instead, I hoped to just mention it after we returned and play it off, reasonably, as wanting a weekend alone with my daughter.

As we pulled up the camp in the dark, my heart was in my throat as I saw the red truck parked near the entrance, Dahlia's silver fifth-wheel parked as before.

Orchid said, “Hey, someone's here. Thought you said this was usually just your spot.”

“Yeah, uh. Usually. That's, uh, that's Dahlia. And Lily. Didn't know they would be here, really.”

“Cool!” She glanced at me, caught my look, said, “you, uh, don't seem excited, Dad, what's wrong?”

I composed myself, responded, “huh? Oh, no, just was thinking of a bit of work I forgot to handle. No, I'm... I'm... It's great they're here, will be good to see them again...”

Orchid accepted that as we pulled up to drop off our supplies before parking the SUV. I leaned into her, felt the need to at least prepare her, “Listen, Sweetie, Dahlia and Lily... They... They have a really close relationship, ok? Really close. They might seem to... share things that you won't expect, ok? Just go with it. They're kinda... free spirits? Yeah, that's a good way to describe them. Sweet and kind, but... Just go with it, ok?”

“Jeez, Dad, ok. I'll... try to be nice.” She said the last with a dramatic pout, as if she was forcing herself to accept what I'd said.

I laughed, squeezed her hand, said, “Love you, Orchid. So happy to have a weekend to spend with you. I love that you're living with me now. I hope you know that I love you so much.” I felt the need to offer that, to mitigate anything she might find out at the campsite. I needed her to understand that my feelings for her were genuine, and that, god forbid, she learned about Dahlia and Lily, about me and Lily, at least I'd had my chance to express to her my love.

In case she came to hate me.

We dumped off the tent and supplies, saw no sign of Dahlia or Lily. After I parked the truck, I showed Orchid how to pitch the tent and get our supplies in order. I figured she and I would be camping together all summer, so she might as well know how to do everything.

My daughter was in a very good mood as we got a fire going. Like most kids, and many adults, a roaring fire produced a captivating scene as light danced and made shadows scurry and sway against the surrounding trees. I'd pressed out burgers before leaving and threw four of them on the fire in case Dahlia and Lily wanted to eat.

The green-eyed woman's surprise showed as she and Lily approached the fire. “Oh, wow! Hey Brent, I... didn't know you were coming. Good to see you!”

Lily ran past her mother and jumped into my arms. The awkward hug is difficult to describe. The nine-year old squeezed me, her legs over mine, her face pressed into my shoulder. I hugged her back, carefully, wary of showing my arousal as the smell of the child's sweaty body hit my nose as quickly as her flesh pressed into mine.

“Uh... Hey, Lily, how have you been?”

“Great. Missed you!”

“I, uh... missed you too. Hey, get down a moment so I can get these burgers off the fire. You two hungry?”

They both agreed they were and I tried to ignore the way Orchid looked at me curiously. I hadn't exactly explained much about Lily, outside of the earlier warnings, and had said nothing that would lead my daughter to think the girl cared anything about me. But Orchid said nothing as I introduced her to Dahlia and Lily.

Dahlia hugged her, smiled, said, “So glad to finally meet you, Orchid. Your father has told me a lot about you. So happy you and he get to spend time together now, I think he missed you tons.”

Orchid hugged back surprisingly easily. She'd never been one to care much for strangers, certainly didn't hug them often. But she embraced Dahlia with a kindness, then turned to the girl.

I said, “Orchid, this is Lily, Dahlia's daughter. Lily, meet my daughter, Orchid.”

Lily jumped into Orchid, wrapped her arms tightly around her, said, “Cool! Orchid. Hey, isn't that a flower? I'm a flower, too! Just like my mom.”

Orchid hugged her back, less easily, and looked at me for help when Lily didn't pull back.

“Hey, uh, Lily, can you grab the ketchup and mustard out of the cooler?” The girl broke away from Orchid and ran to the task. Dahlia shrugged, sat back in her chair a moment. I said, “Dahlia is flower? I didn't remember that.”

She smiled. “My mom loved them, always had them in the garden when I was growing up. Kinda like sunflowers only with larger, softer petals and smaller centers. Lots of different colors. My favorites were the orange-and-white ones, and the red-and-whites.”

“I'll have to plant some. I have a garden, just a few flowers but I want to add more. Orchid, do you like flowers?”

“Sure, I guess. I like digging in the dirt, though. Maybe I can help with the planting.”

I smiled at my daughter. “You bet. Maybe we can do that when we get back home next week.”

Lily returned with the condiments and I started to load up the burgers onto buns. Dahlia said, “You know what, Brent, we hiked all afternoon up to the waterfalls and back. Need to get cleaned up before we eat.” I'd smelled Lily's ripe body when she'd hugged me, her sweat still on my skin.

Dahlia looked a little uncertain a moment, and I assumed she debated whether to drop her clothes right there in front of my daughter. I was glad that she didn't, instead, took Lily to the camper and had both in robes before they returned. Dahlia donned a long green flannel and Lily wore a white cotton robe with yellow flowers on it. They carried wash clothes and towels, took everything down to the water and looked back.

It was dark enough that I couldn't see them easily, just two different-sized almost-black silhouettes against the richer blackness of the water and far shore. Orchid was distracted with the burger preparation as Dahlia and Lily disrobed and slipped quickly into the water.

It only took moments for them to clean up and they quickly dried and put back on their robes. Dahlia slid past us and returned a moment later wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. Orchid hadn't noticed and had polished off her burger, got things together to make smores.

Dahlia, Lily, and I ate our burgers together while Orchid slowly warmed marshmallows. We talked about school and work and let the girls chat about hobbies. Lily loved remote control cars and skateboarding. Orchid surprised me when she said she like skateboarding, too. That wasn't something I'd known. One of many things I'd find out about my daughter in the times that followed.

I offered Dahlia a beer and we drank ales while Orchid and Lily played with two of the RC trucks she'd brought. They raced them around the packed dirt and off along the primitive drive that led down the mountain. While they ran after the trucks, Dahlia moved closer to me and took my hand, leaned her head into me.

“Brent... I don't want to upset Orchid with anything. What does she know... about us? All of us?”

I swallowed the last of my ale and popped another. “Well... She knows that you and I have a relationship. I... haven't told her anything about Lily and you. Or Lily and me. I don't want her to find out. Do you think... Lily will say anything?”

“I knew she'd probably get to meet Orchid one day so I've been preparing her. We've been over it before, about how what we did in the bedroom or in the camper was our secret, that we didn't talk about it or display it with others. I told her specifically that Orchid wasn't to know that you'd been with her or be told anything about what we did together. I think she understands. We've done well in the past. But... you know girls... Lily doesn't have friends to spend time with often, not alone time, anyway. Out here...”

Dahlia trailed off and gave an 'who knows?' look to me. I nodded. “I'm not planning on telling her anything. She doesn't need to know any of it. I... I still want to be with you, and Lily... But, not Lily this weekend, ok? I can't chance that. I think... I think Orchid can handle it if you and I slipped away for a few minutes. Maybe... now if you want?”

She lifted her head and smiled, “I'd love to.”

We could hear the girls down the road a ways, the mechanical sounds of the truck engine a dull drone against the squeaks and cheers of the girls. Dahlia and I crept into the camper.

On the bed I saw two pairs of panties. Dahlia smiled and picked up the ones that were obviously hers. “Interested?”

I took them from her and felt dampness against my skin. Dahlia had sweated into the black cotton all day, her discharge adding a white smear in the crotch, a faint brown streak in the back. I inhaled Dahlia's aromas, felt my penis harden as I took in her musky, ripe scent. I sniffed deeper, sucked the heady mix deep into my body, felt Dahlia's hand stroke my cock through my jeans.

She brought her lips to mine and pressed the damp panties between our noses, smelling herself as our tongues swirled together. Dahlia rubbed her knee against my groin, up and down along my balls and shaft. She pulled the panties away and brought Lily's to our noses.

I inhaled greedily the damp panties that had recently soaked against the nine-year old's genitals. I could smell the briny sweat and young pussy and ripe, mature scents of arousal. We sniffed and sniffed, Dahlia moaning into my mouth as she smelled her daughter's most private scents. I sucked the panties into my mouth, tasted the girl's juices as I drew them from the fabric. I felt slickness with my tongue, flashed back to licking Lily's little pussy. Dahlia sucked on my neck and pulled my jeans down unzipped.

Dahlia laid back, quickly pulled her jeans down to her knees, brought her legs up to her chest. She was raw, ripe, her trimmed vulva sweaty and wet. Her red swollen labia looked so fucking good. Whitish cream rested in her slightly-open entrance, her vagina leaking signs of arousal. I dove down, spit the panties onto Dahlia's stomach, and started eating the woman's pussy.

She was clean and tasted of sweat and creek-water and arousal. I licked the whitish fluids from her labia, dipped my tongue into her channel and sucked out her cream. Dahlia moaned, less loudly than I knew she would like, and I slipped my tongue from her anus to her clit several times, lapping long strokes against her genitals and asshole.

“Fuck me,” she said as she moaned.

I got on top, her jeans blocking her face and upper body from my view as her legs spread and pulled up tight against her breasts. Dahlia was wide open, her pussy soaking and wanting my cock. I pushed the tip against her opening and slid inside her slick, hot hole. I felt her labia slide along my shaft as I penetrated her. She let out a low moan and pushed her hips up to meet mine.

I grabbed her legs around the knees and started fucking her. It was a different moment for us. It felt raw, spontaneous. Her jeans were still on, pushed along with her panties down just halfway. Her legs couldn't go wider, held tight by the clothing. I couldn't see her face, it was almost an anonymous encounter. I could see her pussy, though, and I watched myself fucking the woman, her lips moving in and out with each stroke. White cream spread along my length as Dahlia's pussy continued to wet and swell.

She cried out as I hit a rhythm, my cock positioned to run along her g-spot with each thrust. In and out and in and out, I grabbed her ankles and rode her hard. My dick pounded through her hot wet pussy, her cries punctuated with each slam into her body. I could see her clit swelling, reached a hand to it, and made Dahlia explode.

“AAAAAAAAAAhhh... aaaAAAAAAAAAHHHhhh... AAAAAAAhh... AAAhhh... OOOhh... OOOhhh.. oooh... fuuuuuuuck...”

She spasmed around me, her body bucking hard against me. My cock burned as semen ran up the shaft. I couldn't help bellowing out as I unloaded in Dahlia's cunt. “ooooOOOOOOHh.. OOOOHH... OOOHHH... OOOH.... FUCK... FUCK... FUUUUCK...” My semen flooded her pussy, splashing into her channel with force. I thrust and came, thrust and came, squirted over and over as her body opened fully and let me plant my seed deep within.

It was an amazing fuck. Raw and intense. Dahlia was an eager lover, and I felt privileged to be the one to ride her. To mount her and cum in her pussy. I felt strong lust for the woman, her ripe, mature body so profoundly sexual, such a contrast from her daughter's budding body. Dahlia was passionate, liked to take a pounding, loved it fast and slow.

I pulled out and held her legs open, admiring the way her labia stayed open and her gaping vagina slowly leaked my jism. Dahlia panted, said, “oh, fuck, Brent. Fuck, yes. I've missed you. I love when you take me hard like that. Put yourself inside me again, if you can. Put yourself back in and just hold me down like this. I want to feel spread open, you as deep inside me as possible.”

My cock was half erect but I easily slid back inside her. I moved over top of her, let my weight settle onto her ass and legs. She squashed under me, her knees pressing into her large, heavy breasts. I pulled the edge of the jeans up a bit to see her face. Her bright green eyes were all I could see as I lay on top of her. She breathed, “oohyesss.... oohyesss... just like that... just like that... now fuck me again... please fuck me...”

My weight was almost completely on top of her, her knees as far back as they could go, her feet far above her head, jeans and shoes still on her body. Just her pussy and upper thighs were exposed, her tits covered by legs and the flannel shirt. I started moving my hips up and down on her, my knees barely maintaining contact with the bed as I started to slam down into her.

Dahlia's pussy was open and swelling around my penis. My erection returned as I churned the sperm in her vagina. He breathed heavily, said over and over, “fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... oohh...” I was soon pounding down on her again, took her wrists and held them down on the bed. “yesssss...” she panted, “ooh, yess... pound me... hold me down...”

I was barely on my toes, the only part of me that wasn't pressing against Dahlia's body. I started thrusting harder, harder, felt her body shudder and let go beneath me. “ooOOHH... OOH... OOH... OOH... OOH... FUCK... ME... OOH... OOH... OOOOOOOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOOOHHH... FUUUUUCK... FUUUUCK...” Dahlia exploded and writhed, her body tightly held under me as her intense climax caused her to cry out and spasm around my cock.

I pounded her long after she came, my earlier cum having given me extra time to savor the way her body responded to the rough treatment. I rose off her her, spanked her inner thigh, heard a sharp cry in response, then panting. I slapped her other thigh, heard her say, “YES... YES...” I slammed my penis in and out of her sloppy raw hole as I alternated smacks against her thighs.

I smacked her clit, heard, “YES... HARDER...” I spanked her harder, felt her skin smack against mine as her clit throbbed. I smacked again, again, she cried out, humped me back. I smacked her clit and ejaculated inside Dahlia's pussy. I spewed cum as I timed each smack with each spurt. Dahlia's hips rose high up, bucked against me, shuddered as my seed filled her again.

I pulled out, spanked her pussy several times. Her clit swelled, she cried out as I smacked her raw flesh. When she was just on the edge, I leaned down and sucked on her clitoris.

Dahlia exploded in orgasm again, “OOOOOOOOOOOO... uuuhhhOOOOOOO... OOOOOO... OOOOOO... OOOOOO... OOOOHHHH... OOOOOOHHHH... oooohh...” I sucked her nub and lapped against it as she rocked around my face. Her back rose and fell as she orgasmed, her body sweating and flushed.

The smell of wet pussy and warm sperm filled the cabin as we rolled down from our climaxes. I pulled back and let Dahlia move her legs down for the first time in half an hour. She groaned as her sore muscles and stiff joints complained and tightened. Slowly she returned them to straight and lay there panting heavily, her swollen pussy glistening and red between her legs.

We kissed passionately, the woman as turned on and satisfied by our rough sex as I was. I'd never been into rough sex, the spanking, the holding women down, but somehow with Dahlia, knowing that's what she wanted made it hot, incredibly arousing. I came hard both times and knew my seed was still soaking inside her pussy.

I whispered into Dahlia's ear, “wow... that was intense, amazing.”

“Yes. You holding me down like that... got me so wet... I don't know the last time I came so hard. God... that was fantastic.”

I held her a while, needed to know, “Dahlia... why does Lily call me 'Daddy'?”

She breathed out, said, “She once admitted to me that her father told her to call him 'Daddy' when they were together. Told her that all men liked to be called 'Daddy' when they were with women. I think... I think it's more than that, though. I think... she misses him, misses the times with him when they... when they were together. That's why she's so taken with you... You're the only man besides her father that has... been with her like that. I think she loves it so much that she wants you to love it too, and calls you 'Daddy' to show you she wants to make you happy.”

I accepted that, didn't admit how much I had enjoyed Lily calling me that, how I longed for my own daughter to do so. I remembered Orchid suddenly and noticed the windows to the camper were open. There was no way she hadn't heard some of our loud, rough sex. I felt a bit guilty about it and pulled up my pants, tucking my leaking cock inside. I helped Dahlia pull her jeans up and gave her another kiss. “Guess we should check on the girls, I don't hear anything out there.”

We left the camper, Dahlia having a hard time hiding the fact that her legs were sore from the fucking. Lily and Orchid were sitting beside the fire, chatting quietly. They looked up and became silent when they saw us. I grabbed a couple of beers and handed one to Dahlia.

I exhaled, tried to act calm despite my daughter likely hearing me have sex for the first time. “Sooo... You girls have fun with the RC?”

Lily giggled, said, “yeah! We got it stuck a couple times, but Orchid used sticks and rocks to give it traction so it could get out on its own!”

Orchid smiled, didn't exactly look at me, didn't exactly look away either, grin staying in place, said nothing.

Dahlia broke the silence. “How long are you two staying? We're here till Sunday afternoon.”

“Same. Any plans for tomorrow, yet?”

“Nothing, ideas?”

“Well, I did want to show Orchid the waterfalls, I think she'd like to do that. You two were just there today, think you'd want to take another trip there?”

Dahlia nodded, said, “Sure, I love that spot. Lily?”

“Okay. It's pretty cool. I want to show Orchid some of the cool things there, like the dripping rock!”

I raised my eyebrow, “dripping rock?”

Dahlia spoke up, “There's a rock down quite a ways on the cliff to the right of the second waterfall. It drips water. Well, the ground above it is probably doing the dripping, maybe, but it looks like it come out of the rock.”

“Nice, never noticed that. Lily, maybe you'll show me, too?”

The girl grinned and teased her hair. “Sure. I like showing you.”

I tried hard not to react to what she might have meant, but I was sure Orchid didn't notice, so accepted her response. “Well, I dunno about you three, but I'm pretty tired. Early start tomorrow?”

Everyone agreed and I damped down the fire and put up our various items scattered about.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh... where's the bathroom?”

I laughed gently, said, “Depends what you need to do. You can pee most anywhere that's not in camp.”

“And... uh, if it's not that?”

I handed her a roll of toilet paper and a flashlight. “See those two trees? Just beyond that is a small trench. You can sit on the tree trunk and hang over it, or you can just squat. Don't fall in!”

Orchid looked at me like she thought I was kidding. When I didn't relent, she stared off in the direction of the trench. “Seriously? There's no bathroom?”

“Seriously. I told you this was a primitive place. You'll get used to it soon enough. Don't think about it too much, just do your business and go down to the creek to clean up if you want. Here, take this and grab any clothes you want to sleep in, too.”

I tossed her a towel. She sat it on a chair and grabbed a pair of pajamas out of her sack. I watched silently as she disappeared into the treeline, could see the flashlight beam through the trees dancing around before it got still. I assumed that meant she'd found the trench.

I changed into a pair of shorts, decided against a shirt, and slid into my sleeping bag. I heard splashing in the creek, assumed that was Orchid washing herself. I tried hard not to fantasize about what I might see if I peaked out of the tent and looked her way.

She unzipped the tent and slid inside. My daughter wore the blue flannel pajamas and started settling into her sleeping bag. We were silent a few moments before she said quietly, “So... you and Dahlia are pretty serious I guess.”

I said, “what do you mean, Sweetie?”

“You had sex with her, right? So you and her are serious.”

I thought a moment about how to respond, should have been better prepared for the question. “Sorta, Orchid. We're... we're still new to each other. I've only actually seen her in person a few times, mostly just talked on the phone. See...” I had to be honest with my daughter. “Yes, you're right, we did have sex. But, see, adults, they don't always want a romantic relationship, don't want to be serious, just because they have sex. Sometimes, they just have sex because it feels good, do you know what I mean?”

“I guess. 'Casual sex' it's called, right?”

“Something like that, yeah. Or 'friends with benefits,' or fuc...” I almost said 'fuck-buddies.' “Or... intimate friends. Whatever. The point is that sex is just part of a relationship. There are many ways to be with other people, sex is just one way that a lot of people really enjoy, even if they don't love the other person.”

“So am I wrong about you and Dahlia? Being serious?”

“I dunno, kiddo. No, you're more right than wrong. I do care about her and hope to spend more time with her. Just... she's pretty far away and I've got you in my life, which I love. You come first to me, ok? Whatever Dahlia and I decide to do, you come first.” I flashed back to the way Dahlia and I had cried out while I pounded her, said, “Listen... I'm, uh... I'm sorry you heard that. Earlier. Sorry about that.”

“S'ok... I've heard it before.”

“Uh... what?”

“Not you! Mom, and Buddy. They were pretty loud. I tried to ignore it, turned my music up so I couldn't hear them, but Mom would smack me when she could hear it, so I started using my headphones. But I heard them sometimes...”

“Sorry, Orchid. I don't ever want to make you feel uncomfortable, ok? Dahlia and I... we'll not do that when we're around you, ok?”

“I didn't say that, Dad. Just, with Mom and Buddy... it always sounded so angry. He yelled at her... sometimes called her a bitch, a slut, a whore. I hated him.”

I was quiet a moment, tried to rationalize the terms, said, “Sweetie... sex is a complicated thing. It's not just the romantic, soft stuff, you know? Sometimes, men and women... they like it... uh... rougher. Sometimes women want men to... talk down to them, treat them like that... just as part of... uh, the way they have sex... You know, this is kinda hard to explain, really. But just understand that what you hear... during sex... it's not always something that goes beyond the bedroom, ok? Maybe it did with Buddy and your mom, maybe it did, but it isn't always like that.”

She said, “hmmm...” and was quiet. She finally breathed, “thanks, Dad. For being honest with me. Mom used to lie to me a lot, especially about her and Buddy. I tried to talk to her about sex, about things... She didn't want to talk, got mad when I asked her questions... I'm glad you'll tell me the truth.”

I kissed her neck and wrapped my arm over her body, just a father pulling his daughter closer with the width of two sleeping bags between us. “Always, Sweetie, always. I'll do my best to always tell you the truth, even if it isn't easy. We're in this together, ok? Love you, Orchid.”

“Love you, too, Dad.” She kissed my cheek, whispered. “Dad... I want to ask you something... not tonight, another night... will you be honest with me then?”

I raced to understand the point of her question, came up with a millions answers and none specific. “Uh, of course. Uh, you can ask me now, you know.”

“I know. Not now, another night. Thanks, though. Goodnight, Dad.”

I kissed her cheek again and rolled back from her. “Goodnight, Orchid.”