Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, marketing manager, father of Orchid

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

Dahlia, Female, late 30s-early 40s

	- 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

Dahlia and I continued to kiss slowly, her young daughter's soiled panties by our noses, both of us inhaling the child's aroma from the thin fabric. My euphoria began to wash away, leaving me feeling mellow and relaxed as I kissed the woman. Her body was warm but shivering against mine.

She broke the kiss, hesitated, said, “I... I need to go use the little girl's room.”

Dahlia headed to the camper, Lily's head disappearing from the camper window. The woman was in there for some time. She returned and walked past me wearing a heavy robe and a roll of toilet paper. Dahlia headed off to the slit trench and I was left alone to stir up the fire.

Thoughts of the previous moments rumbled through my mind. Dahlia's wet, wonderful pussy, the way she'd orgasmed as I licked her. The way I'd ejaculated into the woman while staring at her young daughter.

That part had surprised me. Despite the way I'd taken to my own daughter's panties, I'd never really been one to find young children arousing. Sure, I'd had my share of fantasies about fifteen-year old girls, and lately a few of my maturing thirteen-year old daughter, but never had my sexual thoughts been so closely tied to a girl so young.

It was confusing. Part of me wanted to deny that Lily had played any part in my cum, but the truth was she had. Her soiled panties, the scent of her young crotch, the drops of white discharge in her underwear, and the way she'd watched me fucking her mother had all combined to send me over the top and fill Dahlia's cunt.

The girl, too, was not your typical nine-year old, or so I assumed. Lily had the makings of a young woman's body. Still soft and tender like a child, but her little nubs, her pubic hairs, the way her pussy smelled on the panties, these were much closer to the things I'd noticed about my own daughter the last time I visited her. Lily was a maturing little girl, her body betraying her extreme youth, and it made me very aroused.

As my mind flashed back to images of her dripping, naked body by the creek, the girl arrived at the fire silently, causing me to flinch before calming myself. She wore a knee-length nightgown and a robe, sat quietly and said nothing for a moment, just stared into the fire.

I could think of no way to start a conversation, not after what I'd done moments before. I wasn't certain she knew I had seen her in the camper, watching us, but I figured she knew.

She raised her head a bit, said, “Don't hurt my mom.”

“What?” I was surprised as much by the fact that she'd spoken as I was by the question itself.

“Don't hurt my mom. I'll kill you.”

“I... uh...” I sputtered, the resigned seriousness in her tone unsettling. “No, of course not. Why would I hurt your mother?”

“Happens. Daddy did. I won't let you.”

I sat quiet a moment, then “No, no... I will never hurt your mom. She's... she's a nice person, and so am I. We just... uh...” I felt uncomfortable talking to Lily, wasn't sure what to say. “Look, you may have seen us... uhm... you know... being intimate...”

“You had sex with her. I saw. I saw you having sex with her.” She looked at me briefly and I couldn't read her expression.

“Ah, yeah, so... Yes, we did... I know you probably don't know what to think, maybe when your mom comes back, she can...”

“I know about sex. Trust me, I know.”

“Well, ok... uh, you know, two adults, they get urges, they...”

Lily looked at the fire. “Not just adults.”

“Err... true, uh, yeah... Not just adults, I guess. I'm sorry, Lily, didn't mean to upset you.”

She looked at me a bit softer, perhaps. “I'm ok. It's ok for her. Just don't hurt her, or I'll kill you.”

“Yeah, no, I won't hurt her, ok Lily?”

“Ok.”

Dahlia saved me for the tension by walking up slowly and sitting in a chair. “Everything ok, Lilian... Lily?”

“Yeah, just bored.”

“Well... I could use another bath, want to go splash around the water in the dark?”

The girl looked uncertain, eyeing the black shadows toward the creek. “Uh... I guess...”

“Go grab towels and the wash from the camper, ok?” Lily scuttled off and Dahlia looked at me. “Don't be surprised if Lilian... says some things that girls her age shouldn't, ok? She's... she's been through a lot and talks about things you might not expect...”

“Umm.. yeah, alright. She's nine, no filters, right?”

“Hmm.” Dahlia wasn't telling me the whole story and left it at that. She relaxed and smiled then, looked at me. “Listen, Brent. Thanks, I really needed that. How long are you staying here? I could... I could see wanting seconds...”

“Til Tuesday morning, so four nights total.”

“Great. We're staying all week, leaving next Sunday. Glad you're here, Brent. I love spending time alone with Lily, but... well, I'm just glad you're here.”

I smiled and tried to calm my nerves, still rattled from the confusing sexual arousal I'd had for her nine-year old daughter. “Me too, me too. Glad you two are here, as well. Sometimes I like being alone, by myself, but will be nice to have your... company.”

Lily returned and wore only her robe, the nightgown left in the camper. She carried towels and the body wash. The girl looked at me briefly, then looked at her mom. “Whatever you want to do, Sweetheart. You know it is always up to you.” Lily shrugged, slid her robe from her body.

Despite the darkness, I could see the girl's puffy breasts in the filtered moonlight. Her Mons was darker, her pubic hairs making the part in her thighs a rich shadow against her skin. Lily paused a moment and caught me looking at her. I panicked and looked away, looked anywhere but at her naked body.

Dahlia seemed not to notice the interplay, and stood, dropping her robe and exposing her trimmed pussy and heavy, gorgeous breasts to the night. The two headed toward the water, Dahlia and Lily whispering. Dahlia stopped, looked back, “Want to join us, Brent?”

“Yeah, sure. Be down in a moment.”

My body hummed, overstimulated, confused and aroused. All the times I'd been camping alone, I had never bathed naked with other campers. Sure, I bathed wearing swim trunks, but never naked. Well, I could think of no better time to have a first.

I pulled down my pants and took off my clothes, remembered to snatch a towel from my tent. I walked to the creek, trying to let my embarrassment at being nude in front of the young girl show. My penis was flaccid and swung as I walked. As I neared the water, both Dahlia and Lily were watching me as I sat my towel on a rock and slid into the cool water.

Dahlia smiled, “Hi.”

“Hi. Nice place you got here.”

She smiled, squirted some body wash in her hands, said, “Ok, Lilian, turn around so I can get your back.”

The girl complied, protesting, “Lily! God, mom. You know I hate that name.”

“Sorry, Lily. I'm trying, you know.”

Lily had turned around and Dahlia moved closer to her daughter's body. She let the body wash float nearby, the part of the creek near the camp included a large, mostly calm basin where people swam and bathed. Dahlia brought her hands to Lily's back and began to rub her skin with the suds. I pretended to be washing up, took the body wash and started rubbing my own skin.

Lily watched me and I tried not to notice.

Dahlia's hand slid lower, and I swear I heard the nine-year old gasp lightly. She looked serious, focused, her mother's hands somewhere below her waist, out of my view below the water's surface. The moment passed and Dahlia declared herself done. “Ok, kid. Me next.”

Lily straightened and took the bottle, Dahlia turning around nearby. I saw the girl squirt soap into her hands and drop the bottle, smearing the thick suds across her mom's back. She worked quickly, covering the woman, then running her hands down below the waterline. Dahlia almost squeaked when it appeared that Lily had begun washing her ass. She looked back, sank down in the water, said, “Ok, all good, thanks...”

My cock was hard again, so I stayed sunk down far enough that no one could see. Lily complained, “Mom... you said there'd be splashing. There's no splashing.”

A spray of water shot across the girl, followed by two more. Lily giggled, returned the favor, Dahlia ducking and splashing her again. The woman splashed me, too, and soon we were laughing and spraying water all around.

Lily giggled, said, “Marco Polo! Let's play Marco Polo!”

We agreed, and she started it. “Marco!”

“Polo!” Dahlia and I said in unison, each of us dashing away in the shallow water. Lily headed toward her mom, repeated her cry, both of us responding. She was nearing her mom who was trying to get into deeper water. Once more the call of “Marco!” and “Polo” and Lily had her mom cornered, touching her and passing the lead to Dahlia.

I dove beneath the water before the woman could call out and only surfaced several seconds later. I could see Dahlia nearby, Lily having raced around me. The girl grabbed my shoulders, tried to hide behind my body. “Marco!” “Polo” Lily and I answered. Dahlia closed in.

The girl giggled and clung to my back as I tried to get underwater and escape, but I was too slow. Dahlia's hand shot toward me and glanced my erect penis before touching my stomach. Dahlia paused, let her hand drift back to my cock. She held it underwater a moment, just held it. Then she let go and said, “You're Marco. And you, Lily, know it is against the rules to use someone else as a shield. Best get swimming or 'Marco' is going to find you easily.”

Lily lept from my back and I counted to ten, tried to keep my eyes closed. In the near-darkness it had been hard enough to feel my way around, and with my lids shut tight, it was impossible. A truer test of Marco Polo there was not.

“Marco!” I heard only one response from Dahlia and nothing from Lily. I moved in the mother's direction, called again, heard her voice only. Another call had me closing on her, but I heard splashing and a body moving away, and the next call was answered from a greater distance.

I finally heard Lily's response that time, closer, so I headed for her, called and heard her once more. I charged through the water, hand outstretched near the surface. The basin got more shallow as I tracked Lily, her mom's calls staying a safe distance away.

“Marco”!

“Polo,” right next to me. I reached out, felt soft skin. Felt course, wet hairs. My fingers slipped through tender, slick folds. I'd just run my hand between Lily's legs, and I froze, opened my eyes, pulled back quickly. Lily stood, mouth open slightly. It wasn't fear or hatred or anger in her eyes, but I had no grasp on her reaction at all. Dahlia was a few feet away, no doubt could see well enough to know that I had touched her daughter's genitals.

I stammered, heart racing. “I'm... I'm sorry, didn't mean... Lily, I... Look, Dahlia, I was just...”

Dahlia broke the tension. “I... I think it has been a long day, don't you, Lily? What do you say we get dry off and get some sleep.”

Lily didn't respond, just looked at me and occasionally down to where my naked penis was rigid and pointing in her direction. I felt so ashamed in that moment, horrified that I'd touched the girl's genitals, albeit accidentally. Ashamed that my cock was throbbing and that I secretly wanted to do it again.

I stayed put as Dahlia and her daughter slipped out of the water. I couldn't help watching their butts jiggle and drip, though the further they got from me, the less I could see in the darkness. I lost them in the shadows and waited a long time to move. I heard the camper door close up the hill and saw shadows moving inside.

I masturbated furiously. Despite my recent orgasm inside Dahlia's cunt, I was incredibly turned on by watching mother and daughter frolic naked in the water. Turned on by the brief touch I had of Lily's tender little petals, her coarse, wet pubes. I jerked my dick quickly, humping against my own hand.

It only took a moment, images of Lily and Dahlia flying through my mind, to bring myself to the brink. I imagined penetrating Lily's vagina, sinking into her tight, little hole, and I ejaculated, thoughts of filling the nine-year old with my seed were overpowering and intense. I spurted into the water, tried to be quiet, and soon drained my nuts into the creek.

I washed up and then dried off, shame beginning to overtake my pleasure. I hoped the second orgasm would quash the arousal I was feeling for the young girl. Not that I was planning on acting on the arousal, just that I hated the shame that I felt for wanting to. The lights in the camper were off, and I assumed the woman and her daughter had gone to bed. Pangs of guilt racked me as I returned to the campsite.

I cleaned up around the fire, covered it somewhat to keep the coals hot until morning, and settled into my tent.

Sleep didn't come easily. My mind raced around Dahlia, and Lily. Dahlia's hot, slick vagina had taken my load. I'd sniffed her nine-year old daughter's panties, and she had let me. Had sniffed them herself. My fingers once more felt the tender, wet petals between Lily's thighs.

My cock was hard again and I was building up another orgasm when I heard a voice outside my tend. “Brent? Are you still awake?”

It was Dahlia, and I released my penis and quickly pulled up my pants. “Uh... no, still up. Uh, everything ok?”

“Yeah. I was just hoping to talk to you a bit. Can I?”

“Sure, sure, just a moment, I'll come out.”

“Actually, can I come in? Been a long time since I've been inside a tent.” It was large enough for a couple of people, but it would be a little tight for a conversation.

“Ok. Zipper's down at the bottom.” I heard the metal teeth separating and Dahlia stepped through the opening, wearing a long nightshirt, returning the zipper to fully close us within the tent.

“Hey. Can I just... lay down here a bit next to you... while we talk?”

“Of course, here, settle in.” I unzipped my sleeping bag and spread it out on the ground. Dahlia laid down, accepted one of my two pillows, and lay on her back looking up while I pulled out a blanket. The air was becoming chill, as it often does in the mountains, and our bodies would be cooling quickly without cover. I draped it over us and waited for the woman to speak her mind.

“I'm sorry my daughter put you in that position earlier, she... she sometimes doesn't understand what she does.”

“Position? Oh, uh... Yeah, about that, I'm... I'm really sorry. I had no idea that my hand would... that her... I didn't do it on purpose.”

“I know, I know. I saw what she did, it was intentional, and she shouldn't have done it like that.” Dahlia looked at me. “Can I be really honest with you, Brent? I need... I need to tell someone what we struggle with, and maybe... maybe you won't judge me?”

“I... I can't make any promises, you know? But, sure, I'll listen if you need to talk. Sure.” I was in no way prepared for the conversation that would follow.

“Hold me while I talk, ok?” She turned away from me and pushed her body into mine, our forms spooning. The heat from her body made my dick rise, but I managed to keep it locked between my thighs for the moment. I wrapped my arms around her and waited.

“You may have noticed that Lily's body... is more mature than you expect for a nine-year old. She hit puberty a year ago. Her doctor told us it was not completely uncommon for an eight-year old to start maturing, but I wasn't ready for it. It has made her... experimental... that, and her father...”

She paused and considered her words. “I should go back further. Her father was a man I met and married a year before she was born. I loved him and we were pretty happy together. For a while. We started arguing, and a few times he hit me. But... I put up with it for Lilian...

“And he was a good dad in the beginning. He was half Native American, Kiowa, and loved to take her to tribal festivals and gatherings. She loved to go with him.” She shifted her weight slightly, continued. “Then when she was seven, I caught him sniffing her dirty panties while masturbating. That's what I meant when I told you...”

She trailed off and restarted. “I was furious, told him to stop it immediately. He apologized, swore he'd never do it again. But he lied, of course, I caught him several times, even staged her panties in ways that I could tell if he had touched them. He always did.

“Worse, Lily found out about it at some point, I never asked her how, and would pretend to 'lose' her panties while walking through the house. My husband never failed to notice. I pleaded with Lily to not do that, but she never took me seriously.” She was almost whispering at this point.

“Then I caught him... with her... I'd left to have lunch with a friend who cancelled at the last minute. When I returned to the house, I was stunned to see my husband sitting on the couch, my little girl moaning and being moved up and down on his penis.” She shivered.

“I screamed, yelled, felt horror. I snatched up Lilian, grabbed her clothes, smacked my husband, and left. I called the cops. He was arrested. Lily, though... she made up a story about what was going on that didn't include the sex. Claimed they were just playing. My husband lied outright, essentially corroborating the 'just playing' story that Lily told. They let him go when the rape tests came back inconclusive. She had been penetrated by something at some point, they said, but there was not conclusive evidence of what or who it might have been. My husband and I divorced and he hasn't seen her since.”

It was a lot to take in. Dahlia was telling me that her husband had raped their daughter and gotten away with it. That poor girl! I felt horrible for even fantasizing about her. “Dahlia, I'm so sorry. So sorry.”

“Shh... thanks... Let me finish, there's a lot more... I... There's more. I need to tell someone...”

“Ok, please, I'm here and listening.”

“So Lilian and I were on our own. She didn't talk about that day, the one where I caught him with her, but she often spoke about missing her daddy. She still pretended to 'lose' her panties, as if he were there to find them. I felt bad, it was an innocent game she had played without understanding the consequences. I took her to therapy, and the counselor concluded that whatever had really happened, the girl's emotional state seemed to be fairly normal for a girl her age, and whatever she'd experienced, her current welfare seemed to be solid. I was warned that this might not always be the case and to keep a careful eye on her emotional reactions. It could surface quickly and in terrible ways.”

“So, she turned eight and soon after was showing signs of puberty. Her breasts budded, she grew dark pubes. She still played the dropped-panties game, and one afternoon... Whew... One afternoon, I... I picked them up and sniffed them for the first time. I was hooked from the first smell. My own... My own daughter's panties! I know... I know... I'm a terrible mother, but it... it gets worse... please, please hear me out, Brent.”

I shifted uncomfortably, my penis springing free and pressing against Dahlia's back. She ignored it and went on.

“I started sniffing her panties and masturbating, and she caught me a couple of times, just watched a moment while I tried to cover myself and pretend I was doing nothing. We eventually had a talk where she opened up to me about her father, how she had enjoyed teasing him and just wanted him to pay attention to her. She had caught him with her panties a couple of times before she got the idea of dropping them in front of him.”

I could almost imagine Lily doing just what Dahlia described. It would be hard for any man to resist smelling those lovely small panties, just as I'd discovered when my daughter was seven.

Dahlia continued, “One day, she watched him play with himself and was fascinated when he ejaculated with her panties held to his nose. She felt funny and asked him what he was doing. Her father had tried to cover himself and explain it away in vague adult terms. But she's always been a curious one and was soon trying to watch him anytime he was masturbating. Her father and I were in a bad spot at that point. We argued often, Lily often hearing it. I'm thankful she didn't see him hit me, at least not for a while, but he did, and it left me no desire for intimacy with him. I cut him off.

“Lily watched her father masturbate several times, and in the middle of one session, he caught her watching. That time, instead of covering up, he motioned her onto the bed with him. He asked her if she knew what he was doing and if she wanted to watch. She said yes to both and he then masturbated to orgasm. A few days later, they did it again.”

My cock was jumping between her legs, and to my surprise, Dahlia lifted a thigh and slid up a bit, letting my penis rest against her vulva. She pushed down and took me inside her vagina as she told her story.

“Mmmm...” She purred at the contact as we slowly copulated. “As you can imagine, once he had her that far along, it didn't take much to convince Lily to perform oral sex on him, and he did it to her too. By the time I had caught them on the couch, Lily claims they'd had sex 'dozens' of times. I was horrified.” Her body was anything but horrified as she slowly slipped her vagina up and down my length.

“I asked her a lot of detailed questions... Did he force you? Did he hurt you? Did she have questions? Did she want to change her mind about telling the police the truth? 'No','No','Not really,' and 'No, Mom!' was in essence what she replied.” Dahlia's channel was slick and drooling down my shaft. Despite her descriptions of the sexual abuse, Lily sounded less concerned than her mother, and Dahlia's vagina was clearly aroused and enjoying me inside.

“I caught her masturbating, even before she started puberty. Just playing with herself on the couch or in the car or in her bedroom. She did it a lot. She dropped her panties one day and ran off to her bedroom. I saw her fingers between her legs, she hadn't even bothered to close the door.

“I didn't want to make her feel like it was wrong, but I couldn't believe my young daughter would do so... so young... And I never thought I'd pick up her panties and sniff them...”

I dick jumped inside her, remembering hours before when Dahlia had smelled Lily's panties. “I smelled them and got turned on... my own daughter! Oh, Brent... I should have stopped there, but I couldn't. I let her watch me masturbate at first, let her see me watching her. I was lonely, turned on, ashamed. But... I introduced her to my bed, and just like my husband, it didn't take long to have my maturing little girl between my legs, and me between hers... I...”

I was so shocked I ejaculated, filling Dahlia's vagina with my seed. She shuddered and kept revealing her darkest secrets to me. “I... I like it... she loves it. At first I was sure I was raping my daughter. That I was horrible. Still feel like that sometimes, but... But she loves it. I'm careful with her, keep it gentle and special. Like sipping nectar, savoring a sweet, pink wine. She started being able to orgasm a few months ago, as her pubes grew in and her breasts became swollen. She has the sweetest face when she cums, makes almost no sound...” My penis drained into her wet channel, the woman describing her sexual relationship with her daughter.

“My guilt got the better of me and I forbid us doing that at our house. Too many people visited and her friends stayed there on sleepovers... I... I didn't want that temptation so close to us. So... that's when we started coming here. To get away... to have somewhere to... to be with each other that way...”

Be with each other that way. The way she said it was seductive, submissive, longing. My penis was softening inside her vagina as she finished. “So, usually, it is just us here, you're actually the first person we've seen since coming up here. And I... I wasn't mad at you for taking Lily's panties, just it... it brought back my guilt, my anger at my ex, my confusion over understanding the pleasure of sniffing her scents.”

She stopped speaking for a while, my semen draining slowly from her opening. “I... I take it you aren't going to tell the police... about me?”

It was a rather straightforward way of gaging my response to her story. I thought the load of cum in her body would have answered that. “N-no... I... Look, I don't know what to think, ok? I should... I should, anyone else would, but... I have a different view of sexuality and if it is loving and warm and consensual, as much as a young girl can consent, making love is a very positive thing that everyone should enjoy and understand. Your daughter... that's... That's understandable, I... I know what it feels like to want to be with a daughter...”

“Have you? Been with your daughter?”

“No, never. No, the closest I've come is sniffing her panties. She has no idea and I've never, ever tried to do more. But her panties... I first found the joys of smelling her when she was seven. Every time I visit her, or she stays with me, I keep a pair or two and masturbate to them as long as the scent is there. The last time, she's thirteen now, the last time... she hit puberty, there were hairs in her panties and she smelled... well, she smelled more mature, kinda like how I was surprised that Lily... smelled mature.”

Dahlia was rocking her hips against me as I spoke, turned, kissed me deeply, and rose. “I'm, uh.. I'm starting to get tired, I better go back to the camper and let Lily know I haven't left her. She gets scared like that sometimes, better go.”

I just nodded, a bit dazed, and watched Dahlia slip out of the tent and zip it back up from the outside. Her footsteps padded lightly away and I heard the camper door open and close.

I lay wide awake for long moments, my thoughts jumped and burst and slid around in a very confusing manner. I thought of what Dahlia had told me of Lily, and I hated myself for wanting to experience the girl the way her father had. The way Dahlia had.

Moaning started from the camper. Dahlia's rich tones echoed around the trees as her arousal built. I wondered if Lily was participating, imagined the girl's fingers and tongue between her mother's thighs. A delightful cry sounded and I pretended I was watching nine-year old Lily licking my semen from her mom's vagina. If my cock hadn't been sore from three orgasms, I'd have masturbated again.

Instead, I lay quietly, the camper growing quiet as well. Night sounds were the last thing I remembered before I somehow found sleep in the dark tent.