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 sat quietly beside the bed as the sun rose outside the window. I was exhausted but thoughts for my daughter kept me going. I slipped out a moment to grab a soda and returned to find Orchid beginning to wake. Her eyes blinked open slowly, her face still a bit pale but looking better. I smiled at her, said, “morning, Sweetie.”

She looked at me a moment, unfocused, then replied, “hey, Dad... where... oh...” She looked down at her leg, the temporary cast covering her lower calf. “Right... ouch...”

“How you feeling?”

Orchid thought a moment, said, “ok, I guess. Tired.”

“And the leg?”

Another moment. “Hurts a bit... not too bad... Is it broken?”

I nodded, said, “it is. Fibula broke cleanly. Good news is that the doctors said surgery isn't necessary at this point. You wear the temporary cast for a week or so then they fit you with a long-term cast.”

She looked sad a moment, weakly said, “guess that means I can't swim...”

I nodded slowly, “yeah... well, but at least you'll still be able to play your sax. I'll call your instructor, see if we can set up a way for her to come out to the house.”

Orchid said nothing and closed her eyes for a bit, then said, “I'm hungry. Can I get something to eat?”

“I dunno, Sweetie. I expect someone will be around shortly to check on you.”

She flipped her head around and relaxed, was snoring again within moments.

A nurse entered and we talked quietly. Once my daughter had urinated and had a bowel movement, she'd be released. The nurse roused Orchid and helped her carefully to the toilet and closed my daughter inside. I looked through various sets of instructions and information guides about how to care for a broken leg while we waited.

Orchid knocked on the door and the nurse entered and helped her back to the bed, asked her, “were you able to go ok?” Orchid nodded. The nurse continued, “both?” Again, my daughter nodded. “Good. Dr. Shank should be in shortly to talk to you. Once that's done, you should be discharged. Here,” she thrust another set of papers into my hands, “you'll need to arrange for a wheelchair and a few other things your daughter will need. Fill this out, I'll take care of it immediately.”

Orchid sipped on apple juice while I filled in form fields and returned the items to the nurse. Dr. Shank came in and kindly spoke to us about Orchid's leg. She had a simple break that should heal on its own, but she was to stay off the leg completely until instructed otherwise. She'd need a wheelchair for a few days, and after the long-term cast was put on in a week or so, she'd be able to use crutches. The cast was to be kept dry, any bathing should be done with washcloths.

A nursing assistant came in and pulled the privacy curtain. My raised eyebrows signaled Dr. Shank to explain, “giving her a quick cleaning. She's going to need some help for a few days. Getting to the toilet, keeping herself cleaned up. Do you have someone at home that can help?”

“Just the two of us right now.”

“Ok, well, if you want some assistance, there are home services that can send someone out to help. Contact your insurance company to see what they cover.”

I was still in dad mode, the thoughts of bathing my daughter barely registering in the back of my mind. “Thanks.”

The curtain pulled back and my daughter was smiling. The drugs she'd been given were clearly helping her feel good and keeping her pain at bay. I took her hand, kissed her cheek. She whispered, “thanks, Dad... thanks for being here for me...”

I kissed her forehead, said, “sure, Kitty. Love you.”

“Love you too, Daddy.”

She was discharged that morning after a couple rounds of paperwork. A young hospital volunteer wheeled her out as I got my SUV pulled up front. It took a little work to get her into the back and steadied. Orchid looked sleepy but the smile on her face stayed in place. I called Dahlia and let her know we were on the way home.

I pulled up in the drive and saw Lily and her mother standing near the door. I hugged Dahlia, kissed her, Lily chatted with a drowsy Orchid as we maneuvered her into the wheelchair. I pulled her up the stairs with Dahlia and Lily trailing behind. I noticed both mother and daughter glancing to Orchid's lap and realized that my daughter was wearing only her hospital gown, no panties.

I ignored my sexual thoughts and wheeled Orchid into the living room and made her a milkshake. We sat with her a bit as she dozed on the couch. While Lily went to pee, Dahlia whispered to me, “so... she's doing ok, it seems.”

“Yeah... Orchid's a strong girl. She'll heal quick. Painkillers are helping a lot right now.”

“Noticed, she's had a smile plastered on her face since she got home. I noticed... she's not wearing panties, Brent... I saw your daughter's genitals a few times.”

I glanced to where Orchid lay covered by a blanked nearby, whispered, “Yeah, I... I tried not to notice, but... couldn't help myself. I've... I've only caught a small glimpse a couple of times, just noticed... just noticed some of her hair...”

Dahlia smiled and we kissed as Lily returned. Orchid shifted and the blanket rode up, a tiny patch of her fur visible under the edge. I got so fucking hard.

I watched the nine-year old lean down and kiss Orchid's cheek. My daughter stirred and opened her eyes, smiled wider at Lily as the girl pulled back. Orchid held out her arms and hugged Lily, kissed her neck and sounded content. The nine-year old squeezed back and whispered something in Orchid's ear. Well, whispered isn't quiet right because both Dahlia and I heard the girl say, “you're not wearing panties... I can see your kitty!”

The girls giggled and Orchid cast a weak arm over to the edge of the blanket, pulled it an inch or two higher, then giggled again and whispered something back to Lily. The young girl looked at me and Dahlia, then said something too quiet for us to hear into Orchid's ear. They both giggled again and then hugged quietly for a while.

I drifted off in the chair, awaking when Dahlia whispered to me, “Brent... why don't you go get some sleep. I can stay until late tonight, I'll watch Orchid for a while. You need some rest.”

I nodded and kissed her gently before slowly moving to my bedroom and crashing hard on the mattress.

- - -

My dreams were once again intense. I saved Orchid from millions of horrors. Her tears ran freely as one terror after another chased her, tried to hurt her, tried to take her from me. Somehow, I always saved her. Every hug she gave me felt like the warmth of a billion suns, radiating through my body and my soul.

I woke late in the afternoon to see Lily's head between my legs, my penis hard between her lips. She smiled sweetly, said, “don't worry, Daddy. Mom's watching Orchid. I wanted to be with you and make you feel good.”

I groaned and petted Lily's hair. The girl mewled around my shaft, her little mouth so gentle and wonderful on my dick. She rose up and pulled down her shorts and panties, handed me her underwear as she straddled my waist. I inhaled her aroma, felt my body tingling as the nine-year old's hot, slick labia touched the head of my cock.

She worked herself down and I felt my penis slide into her tight, slippery hole. Lily's pubic hair tickled my flesh as she impaled herself. I hit her cervix and the girl moaned lightly.

Slowly she rode me, so sweet, almost innocently. She took care to move gently, holding my stomach as she moved her young body up and down on my length. Lily's mouth was open, slowly panting, watching me with her beautiful eyes. Her hair moved ever so slightly with each movement, each breath, her little body warm and tender against mine.

Lily's labia stroked my cock as she rode, the swollen pink flesh slick and hot and amazing. I pulled her down to me and kissed her deeply. Lily moaned into my mouth, slowly, slowly moving up... and down... up... and down... I groaned, “Oh... Lily... Oh... you feel so good, Kitty...”

Her eyes locked on mine as she breathed, “do I make you feel good, Daddy?”

“Yes, Kitty... oh, Lily... ohhh... I love you, Lily...”

“Oh, Daddy... I love you, too... ohhh...”

Slowly, slowly, slowly she rode, making love to me in a way I'd not had in a very long time. It was sensual, lovely, so sweet and tender. Her body trembled as she moved up... and down... up... and down... I ran my hands along her stomach and took her swollen breasts in my hands. Lily's tight nipples were hard and I let my hand drift across them and down her sides, holding her hips loosely as she rode.

I pulled her down onto me again, her body pressed against mine as she moved carefully, my penis swallowed by her tender little pussy. We kissed, I held us together as I felt my release burning through my groin. I thrust in slowly for the first time, met Lily's body as it moved down, felt her little ass push against my balls.

I moaned into her mouth, let her body move alone a few moments before I pushed in again, felt the head of my cock press against her cervix. Again she moved slowly, riding me, kissing me, making love to me. Lily's body shuddered and she orgasmed soft and silently, her lips locked to mine.

I felt her vagina spasm around my length, knew the nine-year old was vibrating in climax. I met her downward slide, again, again, felt my balls drench with her juices as she panted into my mouth. I held her tight, moved up into her, thrust my penis as deep as I could into her pussy. “Lily... oh, God... Lily... Oh, Daddy's there... Daddy's filling you...” My cock pulsed, hesitated, fired a shot of semen into Lily's body.

She moaned into my mouth as we rejoined our kiss, a second slow ejaculation coating her cervix. Lily's swollen labia slipped up and down my length, slowly milking my seed into her body. I shot again, paused, again, felt my load release fully and flood into the young girl. I came and shuddered, could only moan, “mmmmm.... mmmmm... mmmm...” as Lily's lips held mine. My body released, euphoria washing over me as my semen ran freely into the nine-year old's little vagina.

Lily slowed and relaxed over me as my ejaculation slowed and my orgasm filled me with pure pleasure. She pulled her lips off mine, her mouth open and panting, her eyes locked on mine. She whispered, “Daddy... oh, Daddy... I've never... not like that... oh... Daddy...”

I kissed her cheek and stroked her back, let her hold my penis in her body as my seed soaked inside her vagina. I kissed her lips, said, “Lily... thank you... you... you were amazing... just what I needed... so wonderful... Love you, Kitty...”

“Love you... Daddy...”

I don't know how long we were like that, Lily laying on me with my penis held inside her pussy. She was so tight that the blood didn't drain and I stayed mostly hard as she rested with her head on my chest. I lightly stroked her body, her hair, petted her cheeks and kissed her gently. I felt absolutely wonderful. For the first time, really, Lily and I had made love. I could feel it, knew she felt the emotion I felt. Cumming in her young vagina was more than just a pleasurable sensation, it sealed something between us, something soft and innocent and wonderful.

A rap on the door was followed by, “Brent?”

“Just you Dahlia?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on in...”

Dahlia opened the door and smiled when she looked at us. Her daughter was laying on me, my penis held snuggly in her little snatch. The woman closed the door behind her, said, “did you do what I suggested, Lily?”

The girl smiled, said, “yeah... it was kinda hard, I wanted to go faster... but I didn't...”

Dahlia looked at me and I added, “oh... God, Dahlia... Lily... Lily made love to me... it was so wonderful. So slow and gentle. So wonderful...”

Dahlia slid on the bed, said, “I put Orchid to bed, she's sleeping in her room. I gave her that whistle to blow if she needs anything, but I think she'll be out a while. I could use a nap, mind if I join you?”

I pulled her in and Lily slid off me and cuddled between us. Dahlia kissed us both and let her hand move between her daughter's legs. She drew back sticky fingers and sucked on them, mewled, said, “wish I weren't so tired, I'd clean you up, Lily.”

We held each other for some time, Dahlia falling asleep and Lily joining her. I couldn't go back to sleep and pulled myself from the bed and got dressed, slipping into the kitchen for a beer, then checked on my daughter.

I knocked lightly on Orchid's door and when I got no response, I opened it slowly. My daughter was sleeping on her back, blanket covering everything but the cast-covered leg. She looked peaceful, beautiful. I felt a mix of sadness for her injury and happiness that I'd been there to help her. Glad that Dahlia and Lily had been there, too. I admired my daughter's lower thigh for a moment, her waist and hips covered above where her knee and lower leg stuck out from under the blanket.

I strode over slowly and kissed Orchid's forehead, wiped the hair out of her face, watched her sigh and return to light snores. I realized my hand was resting on her exposed thigh and for a moment I just let the warmth of my daughter's skin radiate through me. It was exhilarating, just her tender flesh against mine. I was frozen, intoxicated, fought the urge to slide my hand higher. My dad instincts took over and I kissed her once more and withdrew.

I sat by the pool for a while before Dahlia joined me. I hugged her tight and kissed her full lips, pulled her body to mine and held on like I wouldn't let go. She smiled and said, “you gonna be ok for a few days?”

I replied, “yeah, I'll be ok. Wish you could stay, but I know you can't. Gonna take tomorrow off and keep an eye on Orchid. She'll be able to adjust the crutches in a few days probably, then it's just a matter of her resting and healing.”

“You're a great dad, Brent. She's so lucky to have you in her life. Oh, I wish I could stay. Maybe I can take Friday off and come back next weekend?”

“I'd love that. You've been so good to us, thank you for everything.” We kissed again and sat quietly.

Dahlia eventually roused and said she had to get going. She collected Lily and we stopped in Orchid's room for a few moments. My daughter was awake, barely, and Lily crawled onto the bed and hugged her. The girls held each other a moment, then Lily surprised everyone by kissing Orchid's lips. It was just a brief contact, simple, innocent, but both Dahlia and I felt arousal at the beautiful moment.

Dahlia kissed Orchid's cheek and told her they'd be back in a few days, told her to look after me, which brought a chuckle to my daughter's lips. The woman helped Orchid to the toilet and brought her back when she was done, returning her to the bed.

All too soon, Dahlia and Lily were heading North and I was left to relax for a while. I replaced the whistle with a small bell that I thought would be easier on both of us. I was tiring when I heard the bell jingle and I went to Orchid's bed.

My daughter smiled at me, said, “Dad... I'm lonely... would you stay in here with me tonight?”

“Sure... I'll grab the cot, be right ba--”

“There's room here if you want, I'd like that.”

“K, Sweetie. Let me shut off the lights and grab a shower, I'll be back in a few.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

My love for my daughter trumped everything in the world. All I wanted was to make her feel loved, comfortable, special. I showered and returned to find Orchid asleep on her back, half a leg stuck out from under the covers. I slid into bed on the other side, wearing boxers. Her bed was too small for any separation and as I got comfortable, I felt the heat of my daughter's body against mine.

I wanted to masturbate, wanted to feel Orchid's flesh on mine as I came, but I restrained myself, exhaustion and the intense hours of the last day left me the willpower to just turn on my side and wrap my arm around Orchid's stomach. I resisted the urge to touch her tender parts, to explore her body like I had long wanted to do.

Instead, I was a good dad, just as Dahlia said, holding my daughter and keeping her close to me as I drifted off to sleep, Orchid's warm flesh making my dreams arousing and wonderful.