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

We spent Sunday morning eating eggs and roasted tomatoes followed by a long swim in the creek. Lily insisted on playing Marco Polo. A few minutes in, I was Marco and lunged several times fruitlessly trying to tag each of the others. Lily and Orchid giggled every time I missed and they scooted just out of reach. I just missed Dahlia and headed toward the next voice, which was my daughter. A couple of calls let me know I was closing in.

“Marco.”

“Polo,” came my daughter's voice just a few feet away. I jumped in her direction, my hand grazing her soft bikini-clad butt. For about two seconds I let my hand rest against Orchid's ass as I opened my eyes. She held still, said nothing, and I withdrew my fingers. She was so warm, so soft. I almost let myself touch her longer, but I thought better of it and pulled back. It had been a long time since I'd touched my daughter's ass, and even the innocent moment sent chills through my body.

It was over quickly and we resumed our game. Orchid appeared to think nothing of it, and Lily and Dahlia made no mention of my close encounter with my daughter's backside.

We ate lunch and packed up our things. Dahlia kissed me and held me close. We were connecting tightly by then, holding hands, stealing touches of each other's genitals when the girls weren't looking. It was driven by lust, to be sure, but there was something stronger growing between us, something more than just sexual. I really liked Dahlia, was beginning to care about her, and hated that I'd go so many days without seeing her.

Lily hugged me next, and Orchid watched out of the corner of her eye as Lily leapt into my arms, wrapping her young legs around my waist and giggling. I tried to act surprised, shrugged to my daughter and grinned. My cock got hard as Lily didn't let go, and I could feel the heat from her young genitals against my stomach. As she slid down, her crotch grazed my hardon through my shorts and she smiled at me with a not-so-innocent smile.

I turned aside and tried to hide my erection, but I'm pretty sure my daughter noticed. Orchid said nothing and hugged Dahlia a moment before Lily charged her and almost jumped in her arms as well. The girls laughed and agreed the next weekend would be a lot of fun.

Gear packed, goodbyes lingering but finally over, Orchid and I headed down the mountain with Dahlia driving behind us until, at the highway, we headed in opposite directions.

- - -

Sunday evening found Orchid and I relaxing in the living room at my home. She sipped on apple juice while I downed my second beer. We talked about the weekend we'd just had and I found that my daughter had enjoyed it more than I'd hoped.

“It was so cool with the creek right there. And the waterfalls! Dad, I've never seen anything like that up close. So cool. Can we go again soon?”

I smiled, delighted with her attitude. “Absolutely. I usually go a couple times a month. Maybe again in two weeks? Should we invite Lily and Dahlia to join us if they can?”

“Yeah! I hope Lily can go. Did you know she plays saxophone? I always wanted to play an instrument. Can I, Dad?”

“Well, of course! Need to get you involved in some things now that your school year is officially over. What do you want to learn?”

“Saxophone.” She smiled.

“Is that because of Lily or something you've wanted previously?”

“I dunno... Both, I guess. You know, like Lisa Simpson. I want to play like that.”

I laughed, my daughter and her Simpsons references. “Ok... well, how about after work tomorrow we sign you up for an initial lesson and see if you like it. If you do, I'll buy you a sax.”

She kissed my cheek, cheered, pulled out her phone. “I'm going to text Lily, let her know!”

“Lily has a phone? I guess that shouldn't surprise me.”

“Duh, Dad. Everybody has a phone, I've had one since I was her age.”

“So you have. Ok, well, I'm heading in. Do me a favor and run the dishes and clothes tomorrow?”

“K, Dad. Night. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Sweetheart.” I kissed her cheek once, twice, almost lingered. I pulled away and smiled. “Don't stay up too late just because you don't have to get up early tomorrow, ok?”

“K.”

Sunday night was like a lot of the nights since Orchid had come to visit me. I found a pair of her panties, the ones she'd worn all day that day, and jacked off while sniffing them. Instead of the bathroom, the usual place I inhaled my daughter's odors, I took the teen's dirty panties to my bedroom and enjoyed a full session sniffing and firing off two loads to her smells. I felt like I'd found a nirvana of sorts. I came so hard sniffing my daughter's soiled panties that I couldn't imagine it getting any better. In the period that followed, I would find out I was very wrong.

- - -

The next few days were routine. I worked, Orchid performed the chores as requested, and at night, we watched television or played a game before I retired and masturbated to her panties, or, if she'd worn no panties that day, I jerked off to her wonderfully smelly sweatpants.

I found her a music teacher that was willing to take her on two evenings a week, starting Thursday. I dropped Orchid off and had a couple beers at my favorite bar. After her first lesson, she was excited.

“That was so cool! I blew on it a few times before it did anything. But then, blowing on it just felt right. I got it vibrating, Dad! Just from my mouth!”

I don't have to explain how I accepted both meanings of her words, only surfacing the one that didn't involve a penis in my daughter's mouth. “That's great, Sweetie! So, you think you might like it, huh?”

“Oh, yes. I played a scale and Mrs. Hollander said she was very happy that I was already at that point.”

“Well, maybe we'll see about finding you your own instrument then. Did she have suggestions?”

“She gave me a list of what she thought would be best for me. She said alto sax was probably the best choice, but I could try a soprano or tenor sax.”

“Ok. That might be a fun thing to do when Lily is here. I bet she'd enjoy helping you find one.”

Orchid agreed and we were soon home and relaxing in front of the television, she in a nightgown, me in a pair of flannel pajamas. My daughter yawned a few times and said she was heading for bed. We hugged, she said, “Thanks, Dad. So glad I've got somewhere to live that feels... right, ok? Thanks...”

I held her tightly, kissed her cheek, said, “Love you, Baby Girl. I'm always here for you. Love having you with me. I had missed you so much.”

Orchid squeezed me, and her body pressed into mine slightly, just enough for my erection to press against her lower stomach. She froze, didn't push back. My heart raced as I tried to ease away without making my reason obvious. My daughter broke the contact, kissed my cheek and left me shaking from the innocent but not-so-innocent contact.

I sat on the couch for a moment before flipping off the television. A wet spot had appeared in the front of my pajamas as my penis drooled precum. I headed for the bathroom but failed to find anything dirty to bring to my nose. Orchid must have changed in her bedroom.

“...uhn...”

The lightest sound echoed around my brain for a second before I understood what I heard. Orchid was masturbating in her room! I stepped lightly to her door and listened carefully.

“...ohh... … … … ...uhn...”

She was quiet but just audible enough for me to hear her. There was a gentle rhythm to her sounds, just sometimes hitting my ears. I started masturbating in my pajama bottoms.

“...uhn... ...uhn... ...uhn...”

She got faster, not louder, still sweet and light as I heard Orchid play with herself. I longed to watch, to see my daughter writhing as she touched her pussy. I wondered if she still had her hymen. Wondered if she'd ever let another girl or boy touch her tits. Touch her pussy. I wanted to touch her pussy. I stroked myself to my daughter's rising orgasm.

“...uhn... uhn... uhn... ohmmm... ohnnmmm...”

She got a touch louder, her rhythm becoming a faster cadence, her sweet young sighs creating vivid images in my mind of the thirteen-year old's hand dancing between her thighs, her fingers sliding into her moist pussy, her vagina creaming and drooling. I wondered if she was thinking about my penis, the way it had pressed into her earlier.

My cock throbbed at the thought of my daughter masturbating to me, masturbating as she thought about her father's penis, about what I looked like, what I felt like, what it might feel like to take me inside her.

“...oooooh... unnnn... ohh... ohh... ohh... ooh... yeaaahh... ohhh...”

Orchid climaxed, her voice more punctuated, I could hear sheets rustling underneath her. I knew her pussy was spasming, and I pounded my cock hard until I ejaculated into my pajamas. I spurted hard, images of my daughter's body, what it might look like with legs spread and vagina wet and slippery. I shot my load, cum running down the fabric, wondered if my daughter tasted herself after she came. Did she like the way she tasted? The way she smelled? As my cum flowed out of my cock, I tried to imagine how my daughter's pussy looked, creamy and swollen.

I shook my penis and pulled out my hand. Orchid had become quiet and I quickly moved to my own bedroom. Just a second after I closed my door, I heard her door open and the teen scooted into the bathroom. I listened as water ran in the sink and wondered if my daughter was washing away the juices from her fingers and from her genitals. I wanted so badly to offer my tongue that I jerked off and came again quickly. I drifted off before hearing the bathroom door open again.

- - -

Dahlia called me Friday morning, let me know they were leaving around noon and would be at my house before I got off work. I let Orchid know to expect them. My daughter was watching YouTube videos of saxophone lessons as I kissed her cheek and headed off to work. During that one moment of leaning in, I smelled her hair. She smelled of berries and honeysuckle, the shampoo she used was fragrant and innocent. I loved the way my daughter smelled after a shower. Before, as well.

My day went slowly as I was finally caught up from my week away. My boss was pleased with how quickly we'd finished up our current projects and let me head home a couple of hours early. I got home and found Dahlia and Lily already arrived, the mother and daughter in the pool with Orchid.

“Hey, you two. Glad you got here ok. Having fun so far?”

Dahlia handed me a beer, kissed me, pressed her bikini-covered heavy breasts against me. She whispered in my ear, “not as much fun as we're going to have tonight.”

I smiled, kissed her neck, took a draw from my beer. I excused myself to change in the bathroom, stripping off my slacks and button-up shirt. I pulled on my swim trunks and noticed two pairs of panties at the top of the hamper. I knew Dahlia and Lily had left them where I could find them.

I picked up Dahlia's first, inhaled her exciting mature, full scents. She smelled so horny, and I licked up the creamy discharge in her panty crotch. Dahlia's juices were so pungent and arousing.

I pulled out Lily's panties and was surprised to see a mini-pad attached to the underwear. I assumed that meant the nine-year old was on her period. It hit me hard and fast that I'd ejaculated into the young girl's fertile, unprotected pussy several times. I'd have to deal with that very soon. I had no desire to make the girl pregnant!

The pad had a thin line of off-white smear, and a small area of light yellow. I inhaled against the pad, sucked in Lily's odors of young pussy and bitter urine. My penis was throbbing by that point, but I managed to hold off, just barely. I wanted to pump a huge load into Dahlia that evening and shuddered at the thought of filling that beautiful, fertile woman full of cum. I admit that the knowledge that Dahlia wasn't on birth control had added to the thrill of cumming inside her pussy.

I rejoined the ladies and sat sipping a beer a moment watching them swim. Dahlia called out with a grin, “Enjoying the show?”

I smiled, said, “Uh.. yes. How's the water?”

“Great. You should join us.”

“In a moment. Enjoying this early afternoon brew first.”

Lily and Orchid moved to the far end of the pool and were playing some splash game when Dahlia pulled herself up a bit in the water, glanced at the girls, and pulled the top of her bikini to the side, revealing her wet, heavy boobs. Dahlia's nipples were hard and pointing right at me. I adjusted my cock and smiled at her as my erection pressed against my shorts.

Orchid looked at me just a second, but I know her eyes noticed my bulge. Embarrassed, I stood and quickly slipped into the water. Dahlia slid up to me, whispered, “sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Just wanted to give you a glimpse at what you'll get later tonight.”

“It's ok. Just don't want to weird out Orchid, ya know? But I certainly enjoyed the show.”

She purred and pressed her body against me, my cock pressing into her waist. Orchid and Lily were preoccupied again and Dahlia reached into my shorts, stroked my cock against her stomach, whispered, “wanna cum?”

I didn't say anything, my arousal becoming intense. Lily and my daughter were mostly blocked by Dahlia's body, but I could see them easily as they played. Dahlia's strokes became faster and I knew I was going to shoot my load earlier than I'd planned. I whispered to her, “gonna cum... ohh... ohh... fuck...”

Dahlia stroked and I watched as Orchid looked our direction for a second. I froze as my daughter's eyes caught mine, her lips parted slightly, then a smile. My cock exploded underwater against Dahlia's stomach. I don't think Orchid knew I was orgasming but I tried my best to keep a poker face as I spewed my load. Dahlia glanced to the girls, Orchid turned away, and the woman ducked under the water, took my penis in her mouth and milked out the last drops into her throat. She surfaced and made a show of swallowing.

I felt euphoric but also embarrassed. I couldn't believe I'd just orgasmed in the pool while my daughter looked at me. Even if she didn't know, I did. I'd shot my cum into the water while Orchid watched. Shame washed over me suddenly, another line had been crossed that I'd said couldn't happen.

I pulled back from Dahlia, kissed her forehead and excused myself from the pool, headed to the kitchen to find another beer. Dahlia followed me.

“Brent... I'm sorry. Really. I shouldn't have done that, either. I... I wanted you to cum so bad... I shouldn't have done that with your daughter there... I hope... She...”

“Ok, ok... I'm feeling guilty right now... Not your fault, I could have said no. I... I don't think she knew, or if she did, she didn't show it. But... she was looking at me... as I came... I dunno what to think. It was so hot... cumming... looking at my daughter... your hand stroking me... I'm really confused right now.”

Dahlia was silent a moment, seemed to understand what I was feeling, looked sad, said, “Should we leave? I mean... Brent, I'm sorry. I know you set the boundaries around Orchid, and... I'm not helping you... I'm tempting you to do things that I shouldn't... I don't want to hurt you... or Orchid... We'll leave if you want...”

I took her hand, kissed her palm, then pulled her to me. “No, no. Please. Stay. The girls are really having a good time, becoming friends. We just... we need to be a bit more careful. I... I have very conflicting thoughts about Orchid... I don't want to make it worse. I'll never hurt her... but...”

“Yes?”

“But... you know... what it's like... would never hurt her... but... if the opportunity... to do more were there... I can't honestly say I'd turn down the chance to become intimate with my daughter...”

“Ok... Yes... I know, and I failed at avoiding it with Lily. I don't regret it, not really, but I am... uncomforable... you know? I never want to hurt her... I deal with so many young girls that are hurt by their parents or siblings... I never want that to happen to her... yet... I can't stop myself from bringing her pleasure... letting her pleasure me...”

I held her and hugged her tight. “I know... I think... well, I dunno what to think... Lily... she's pretty unique, maybe... pretty unique and might just be one of those rare girls who enjoys what she does and if you weren't there for her... that way... she'd just find someone who was. Maybe it's better it is you...”

We kissed and I felt her breasts swell against me. Conflicted or not, her daughter clearly turned Dahlia on and her body moved against mine as she became aroused by our conversation. I said, “So... thanks for the panties... I got pretty worked up by them... as you saw...”

Dahlia smiled, said, “thought you might enjoy those...”

“Lily's menstruating, then?”

“Yeah, wondered what you'd think of that... She usually has very light periods. Only bleeds a little bit for a day or so, but it can be a bit unpredictable. She wears pads for a few days each cycle just in case... did you... sniff Lily's pad?”

“Yes. Very, very arousing... She smells so good, so good. Loved knowing that pad had been against her crotch... God, I'm so turned on right now...”

“The girls are still playing... want to go play with me?”

“Yes.”

We headed toward my bedroom, Dahlia stopping at the bathroom, excused herself a moment while I slid into my bed. Dahlia joined me a moment later and closed the door, shed her clothes, and revealed Lily's panties in her hand. The woman pulled the pad to her nose and inhaled, shuddered, pushed her body on top of mine. “God... these get me so hot... my own daughter's pad... oh, God....”

Dahlia straddled my hips, my penis rigid and throbbing against her swollen labia. She leaned forward, my dick nestled against her vaginal entrance. Her pussy felt slick and wet as she slowly impaled herself and ground her crotch against mine, sucking in her breath and pulling the panties to her nose.

I fondled her heavy, swinging breasts, felt the weight of her boobs in my hands. I loved the way her tits moved, how soft and full they felt, how she moaned every time I tweaked a nipple or stroked the underside of her mounds. Dahlia rode faster, sucking in Lily's odors from the pad. She offered them to me and I sniffed against the damp pad, again smelling the nine-year old's arousal and urine.

Dahlia moaned, brought the pad to her nose again and started pounding herself down on my penis. She shuddered, moaned again. I took the panties and pushed them against her face, held them against her nose while she sniffed her daughter's aromas. Dahlia's hand went to her clit, circled it quickly, she moaned, cried out, bucked down on me. Her pussy felt velvety and hot as it slid up and down on my length.

She circled her hips, ground down hard on my fingers and cock, looked into my eyes, her daughter's panties and mini-pad held tight against her face. She moaned into the pad, cried out again, and climaxed as she rode. “Ohhh... OOHH... OOHH... OOHH... OOHH... UHH... UHH... UHH... FUUUUUUUUCK... UHHHH...” I held on, thrusting up into her cunt as her channel grew slick and creamy.

Dahlia took the panties from me, held them against my face, pushed the center of the pad into my mouth. I tasted fabric first, then sweet and bitter and slickness on my tongue. I arched, sniffed and tasted Lily's discharge, and ejaculated strongly into Dahlia's vagina. My first shot splashed against her cervix and I was aware again that she was fertile and unprotected. Again and again I squirted my semen into her vagina, filling her pussy and possibly pushing my seed into her womb.

I emptied myself into Dahlia and she collapsed on top of me, letting my jism soak inside her cunt. I felt some of the cum running down my balls and kissed her, holding her against me, her large boobs squashed against my chest.

A knock at the bedroom door was followed by, “Dad?”

We froze in place, my penis softening but still held in Dahlia's vagina. “Uh... Yeah?”

“Lily and I are getting hungry. Can we get something for dinner soon?”

Dahlia smiled at me, squeezed her pussy around my cock several times, milking out any cum still held in my shaft. “Uh... sure... you want to order a couple of pizzas?”

“Yeah. I can do that. Usual?”

“You know what I like.” Dahlia ground her swollen clit against me, moaned almost silently as she rode. My penis slipped out just then or I think she'd have climaxed while I talked to my daughter. “Ask Lily what she likes and get us a couple of larges, ok?”

“K. Thanks... Sorry for bothering you... you two...”

I said nothing while Dahlia giggled. She whispered, “guess she knows what we're up to in here. She's a sharp one.”

“Too sharp sometimes, but... I'm not afraid of her knowing about sex, knowing I have sex... Like you... I don't ever want her to think sex is something she should think of as dirty or shameful. But... well, I told you what I'm feeling about her... every time there's a connection between my daughter and sex... I can't help but wonder if...”

I let the thought fall unfinished and kissed Dahlia for a bit. We dressed and headed out to grab beers and start a game of Clue with the girls while we waited for the pizza delivery.