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

Orchid was drowsy for much of the next day, but during a few moments of being mostly awake, she wanted to try out crutches even before the doctor had suggested she start. We were able to get into the physical therapist's office and Orchid got a pair set up for her. She was only able to do a few steps at a time, and there was still too much pain in her leg to let it dangle while walking, but I felt very proud of her for trying to get up and mobile as quickly as possible. We took home the crutches and scheduled a followup for the permanent cast for Friday.

My daughter made no mention of the moments I'd spent looking at her body, my hands contacting her breasts, her genitals. Those brief touches and images boiled in my mind and I relieved every instance over and over. I masturbated twice Tuesday afternoon while Orchid slept, imagining once more her wonderful young body.

She showed no sign that it had impacted her, but that didn't stop me from feeling very guilty about it. That evening, Lily called her and Orchid wheeled herself into her bedroom and closed the door. I smiled and enjoyed the fact that the nine-year old cared so much about my daughter. Their friendship was good for both of them, and I looked forward to the day when they could spend more time together.

Tuesday night, I helped Orchid to the toilet, though she was almost able to move herself. When she flushed, I joined her and saw once more between her parted legs as her nightgown stayed above her thighs. I was better able to avoid staring, tried not to make her feel uncomfortable as her dad eyed her genitals. “Want a wash?”

“Yeah, please.”

I settled her in the bath as before, but this time, she didn't remove her nightgown, nor did she part her thighs. I washed her legs, and parts of her back, and, feeling so guilty about the night before and scared that I might do something that I'd regret, I offered her the washcloth and said, “think you can finish up?”

Orchid paused a moment, took the washcloth and looked at me. I may have imagined it, but I swear she almost looked hurt. It passed and she removed her nightgown, once more exposing her wonderful young breasts to my eyes. I looked away, shamed that I couldn't stop my arousal.

She spoke as she washed herself, drawing my eyes back to my daughter. “Dad... I talked to Lily earlier... she's looking forward to coming down on Friday. Can't wait till she gets here.”

“Great, Sweetie. I know you two are becoming very close, I'm really glad for both of you.”

“She, uh... Dad, will you tell me whatever it was that she's been through? She talks... talks a lot about sex... even said something about you that I don't know what to think about.”

I froze, horrified, almost ran, felt sick. “Uh... yeah, I suppose you should know... uh... what... uh... what did she say about me?”

“She said you were cute. She said, 'oh, I know he's a great lover.' I asked her how she could know that and she just giggled and changed the subject.”

I held my breath and said nothing, let her continue. “Guess she talks to her mom about that stuff... is that strange?”

My mouth moved faster than my brain, thankfully had a coherent thought to convey. “Uh... no, no, that's, uh... no, that's not strange. See, some families... they're pretty open about things. Sex is... well, it's not something to be ashamed of... and sometimes, it's ok for parents and children to talk about it, you know? Orchid, I hope this isn't worrying you, Lily... talking...”

“No, no... its ok. I just thought it was odd that she'd say that... about you... Like, how much does she tell her mom, how much does her mom tell her... about you, I wonder. I guess that's part of why I like her... she'll talk about anything... So, Lily... Dad... what happened?”

I had to walk a very careful line. I was in no way prepared to discuss Lily's relationship with her mother, and certainly couldn't reveal my part in their world. Couldn't admit that I'd had sex with my daughter's close friend. I struggled with how much of Lily's story I should tell at all. Dahlia and I had discussed it a few times and she felt that it was ok for me to tell Orchid since Lily didn't see herself as a victim and still felt very fond of her father and the times they'd been intimate. The girl liked to talk about it with her mom. Dahlia told me that I was free to talk to Orchid about any or all of Lily's past, or present, that I needed to be the one to help Orchid understand some things, and so I chose to open up to Orchid about Lily's sexual beginnings, but nothing more.

“About Lily... She's had to grow up fast, Orchid. When she was seven, she was... curious. About sexuality. And... she watched her father masturbating several times. Masturbating while smelling her panties. He saw her and, at first, made her stop. But she started playing a game... she'd... drop her panties and leave them where he would find them. He always found them. Dahlia found out and was furious, but Lily was just playing, and at that point, it was pretty innocent...”

“Smelling his daughter's panties... like you do with mine?”

I swallowed and nearly choked. “I uh... uh... about that... uh... kinda... yeah. Yeah... kinda...”

“Ok, so what happened?” She let my stuttering reply slide.

“He didn't stop at just the panties. She watched him one day and he didn't make her stop watching. It happened a few more times... then... he invited her to the bed to watch closer...”

“Oh, no... really? Dad... he... he raped her?”

I sighed. “I don't know, really. Not according to Lily. You've guessed that her father had sex with her. Several times. When Dahlia caught them she had him arrested, but Lily refused to give testimony against him, and he lied about what had happened, so he was released. Lily swore to Dahlia that it was always something she wanted to do and enjoyed doing... I... I have a hard time with that, Orchid. Have a hard time accepting that a seven-year old can understand enough to make that sort of decision... but... As I've come to... to know Lily, I've... talked with her... she's ok with what happened... It's kinda delicate, really, she may get older and find that she hates what happened... I just don't know... but right now... she's not a victim, she wanted to do it...”

“She's never told me any of this.” Orchid's hand was between her legs, and I watched as she very slowly moved the washcloth through her slit. Her labia were pink, puffy, dark hairs were shadows on her flesh. She kept her eyes on me and I forced myself to look back at her face. “So, he didn't rape her?”

“Again... I dunno, Orchid. I mean, legally, yeah, no doubt about it. But... as much as a seven-year old can consent... Lily claims she wanted to play that way with her father and looked forward to it. Listen... Dahlia... Dahlia never wants Lily to think of herself as a victim, never wants her to think of what she did with her father as damaging. Dahlia works every day with abused children, and one of the hardest things to overcome is the sense of shame, of guilt, of feeling dirty because of abuse. Things out of the child's control lead them to have serious issues. Lily... Lily isn't that way. She doesn't feel shame or guilt and... Dahlia's done... a lot... to keep her from feeling that way...”

Orchid breathed out, let the washcloth move across her breasts again. Her hard nipples fought with her eyes for my attention. “Wow... that's, uh... that's a lot to take in, Dad.”

“I know. I'm very sorry to lay it on you. But... Look, listen to me, ok? Sexuality is important to Lily. Her dad... well, to others, he may have abused her, but to her... it was something she enjoyed, something she still wants whenever she can... uh... something she still wants.” I let the near-slip go by and tried to recover. “Never feel sorry for her, ok? She's such a sweet girl, such a good daughter, a good friend. Her life is... different... but pretty special, ok? Never think of her as damaged or harmed or shamed, she's none of those things, just see her as having unique experiences... does that kinda make sense?”

“Yeah, I get it. I mean, I don't know what to think, really, I have to try to take all that in... But... Dad, I really like her, she's been a cool friend to me so far... Like in the tent... uh...”

I said nothing, decided to let her finish her thought or not on her own. My cock throbbed as I watched my daughter absently wipe her naked body and thought about what might have happened in the tent.

“Ok, I'll be honest with you, Dad. You're being honest with me, only fair. In the tent... we kinda made out for a while. Nothing... uh... down there... but we kissed and touched and stuff... She made me feel really good... she said she loved me...”

I smiled, instinctively stroked Orchid's hair, said, “that's great! Orchid, never feel guilty about wanting to experience things, wanting to share times with other people. Decide what you're comfortable with, what you want to do, and even if it isn't everything you hoped, don't regret doing it. Lily is... special... in many ways... she's good for you, and I know you're good for her, too.”

Orchid blushed and grinned and grabbed a towel. Her face covered as she patted her face, I stole long looks at her small, dark bush and wonderful blooming boobs. God, I wanted her so badly, but I restrained myself and rose to leave.

“Dad... there was one more thing... She said... uh... she said... oh, later... I've got too much to think about right now... Thanks, Dad... Really, thanks... for being honest with me. Hey, can we do milkshakes again?”

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, said, “of course, I'll get started on them once you are back on the wheels.” She finished drying, her beautiful breasts bared for long moments as she got her back and legs. I know she saw me looking at her chest, and despite my best efforts, I had a hard time looking away. She said nothing and gave no sign that she was bothered by my glances.

Orchid was back in her chair and I wheeled her into the living room and moved to the kitchen to mix up shakes. I felt like a hypocrite, like a liar. I'd only given Orchid part of Lily's story, and I'd said nothing of her relationship with her mother, or with me. I knew I couldn't just tell her outright, but with her feelings for Lily growing stronger, I knew that the longer I waited, the more damage it might do to my daughter when it did come out.

I spilled ice cream twice, dropped the milk and lost a quart onto the floor before I could grab it. Orchid wheeled into the entryway and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “You ok, Dad?”

“Yeah... I'm just... just a bit scattered right now... thanks. I'm ok.”

I fumbled a spoon, had trouble getting the blender seated on the base. Mashed several buttons before I got the one I wanted, then let out a long sigh, tried to compose myself.

“Dad... there's something you didn't tell me, right? I've been thinking about what you told me... what Lily said a couple of times... Her mom... Her mom is really close to her, isn't she?”

My nerves jangled as my throat locked up. Orchid rolled into the kitchen. “Dad... please, be honest, ok? It matters. I need to know what I'm getting into... I... I really like Lily and I'm really confused about why I like a girl so young. There's something... different about her, I know, and you told me about her dad... but... there's more, right?”

“I... I... Orchid... Let me get the milkshake finished, I need to sit down... there's a lot I should tell you... that you should know... I'm... Just let me get finished. Wait in the living room for me, ok? I'll just be a few moments.”

She looked concerned and rolled her chair next to me. Orchid leaned over and kissed my arm, looked up at me with a small smile. “Ok, Dad...” She wheeled back out and left me to tremble and race with fear. Was I really going to tell her everything? About Lily and Dahlia? About Lily... and me? God, I didn't know what to do. She deserved to know, about Lily, about me. I felt so ashamed. Not really because I'd had sex with the nine-year old, but because I feared how my daughter would see me when she knew.

Orchid was going to find out eventually if we lived with Dahlia and Lily, I'd accepted that. But 'eventually' always felt like a safe distance away, not the heart-pounding 'now' that it seemed to be. Somehow, I managed to make the shakes and poured her glass full, mine half-way. I topped my shake with Kahlua and downed a gulp before topping it once more with the coffee-flavored liquor.

I took several breaths, hesitated, grabbed Orchid's milkshake, hesitated more. I was shaking, my throat felt parched despite the healthy swallow of liquor and sweet drink. I resigned myself to honesty and joined Orchid in the living room.

She had pushed herself onto the couch, her leg propped on the wheelchair. I sat beside her, felt safer where I didn't have to look her in the eye, handed her the drink and took another long draw from my own.

I couldn't speak. We sat silently for a long time while we drank. Orchid finished hers and sat her glass aside, looked at me and looked away several times. She broke the silence, looked really concerned, said, “Dad... is it bad? You're kinda scaring me... what's wrong that you're not telling me?”

I swallowed, finally found my ability to talk once more. “Orchid... No... not, bad... Please, hear me out, ok? It will sound bad, I know, I know... But... It's not... At least, I don't think it's bad.”

“Alright... Dad... you always said I could tell you anything, right? Well... you can tell me anything, too... we're in this together, remember? Just tell me. Please.”

I managed a weak smile. “Ok... Ok...” I sucked in my breath and tried to calm myself. “I told you about Lily and her dad... After he was arrested, he was out of their lives, completely. He didn't fight for visitation or custody, he moved away. Lily, though... she really missed him, the times with him... She kept playing the panty-dropping game, like she did for her dad. Dahlia felt so bad for her. Lily talked to her about how she liked being close to him, like him touching her, missed him 'loving her like that'... her words...”

I paused, let that sink in a moment, took another drink, continued, “so... Dahlia kinda replaced him... in a way... She caught Lily watching her when she masturbated. Even when she shut her door, her daughter would open and peak in. Dahlia made her stop, but it just made Lily seem sad, depressed. The girl's curiosity was strong, especially around sex, and one day... One day... Gah... One day, Dahlia didn't make her stop watching...”

I ran out of steam for the moment, let Orchid take that in. My daughter asked, “so... she let Lily watch and then... more? Just like her dad?”

“Yes.”

“Wow... I mean... really? Her mom, too?”

“Yes. Orchid, I know this sounds horrible. I was horrified when I heard it, too... but, I got to know Dahlia and Lily... Hell, Dahlia is a victim's advocate! She deals with this sort of thing every day... She was terribly conflicted by it. She wanted her daughter to be happy and... being intimate with her... made her happy. Lily's a normal girl other than that, just happy and healthy and curious. It led them to be very close... very close...”

“Close... yeah... I see it now... some of the things she's said, about her mom...” Orchid leaned back crossed her arms under her breasts. “So... Lily's been with her mom... sexually? Like... wow...”

“Yeah. I know, Sweetie, it sounds bad, but... think about it a moment. Does Lily seem to be hurting to you? Have you seen her self-harming herself? You know, cutting? Making suicidal comments? That sort of thing?”

Orchid shook her head, “no, never. Never. She's always the happiest person I've ever known.”

“Sometimes that's a disguise, a mask of sorts, Dahlia explained it to me. But Lily has never shown signs of regretting her relationship with her mother, and... I can tell you honestly... I've seen her many times seek out private times with Dahlia.”

Orchid sat silently for a moment. “Why didn't you tell me this before? I mean... this is a pretty big deal...”

“Scared of hurting you. Scared that you'd hate Dahlia. Hate Lily. Hate me for becoming involved. I... I want the world to be perfect for you, Orchid. I know that's a dream, but I never want anything I do to hurt you. I struggle sometimes with that... with... there's more you need to know. Please... just listen.”

She frowned, tightened her arms, whispered, “ok...”

I was quiet a long time. I tried several times to speak but the admission on my tongue stuck fast, left me unable to voice anything at all. Orchid surprised me by shifting herself on the couch, leaning into me and wrapping an arm around my back. “Dad... it's ok, just tell me... please...”

“Orchid...” I tried again. “Orchid... I never meant to. I... I still can't believe it is real. When I met Dahlia and Lily, we were at the campground. I... God, how to explain it...”

Orchid squeezed me, leaned her head against my shoulder. I don't know how it got there, but my hand was on her thigh. I froze with the warmth of her leg radiating against my palm before pulling it back, feeling even worse about what I had to tell her.

“I... You know that I like... panties... it's kinda... kinda a fetish of mine...”

“Fetish? Like a kink or something?”

“Exactly. A kink. Something that... I enjoy... At the campsite, that first night, I was getting something out of Dahlia's camper when I found Lily's panties. I... I took them. Dahlia knew later and confronted me, but she shocked me by encouraging me to enjoy them...”

“So you've taken Lily's panties a few times then? Like the other night...”

“Yeah... More than that, Sweetie... Dahlia later confessed her relationship with Lily to me. I was... I was stunned... worried that Lily was being abused. I talked to her, and still I was unconvinced that Dahlia wasn't abusing her. I didn't know what to do. Then... it gets worse...”

Orchid made me lean back on the couch with her, had her head tight against my shoulder. “I made love with Dahlia... while Lily watched...”

I let my words drift a moment before continuing. “Then I saw Lily... with her mom... I was overwhelmed. I ran, I left the camp early that morning, before they had awakened. I told myself it was a horrible thing I'd done, but... even as I drove home, I couldn't stop thinking that Lily acted like she wanted to do it. She was eager... eager...”

Orchid was panting by this point and I was sure she already hated me. I decided to reveal everything. “That was the week I came to get you. I had a lot of time to think on planes and while getting this place ready for you. I visited the campsite again and talked a long time to Dahlia, and to Lily. The more I came to know... the more I felt Dahlia cared deeply for Lily, was terribly conflicted but, despite what the rest of the world would think, she honestly believed she was doing the best thing for Lily. She was determined that Lily would never be a victim, would never feel guilty for exploring her sexuality, even if it was with her dad, and then her mom.”

I paused, hit the part I'd dreaded for weeks. “And... And at the campsite... I got to know them better... and... when Dahlia and I... were together the next time... Lily joined us...”

It was the worst silence of my life. Orchid said nothing, didn't move, barely breathed against my shoulder. She held me with one arm, her other hanging loosely in her lap. It felt surreal, terrible, frightening. Orchid finally breathed, “so... you had sex with Lily?”

A weak, “yes,” was all I could reply. More silence. The warmth of my daughter kept me from falling to pieces. She didn't pull away in hatred or disgust. She just sat motionless against me.

She asked another question, “more than once with her? Have you had sex with her while I've been here?”

“Yes...”

I sat in miserable silence for some time before Orchid lifted herself from me and moved herself back to the wheelchair. I was crushed. She looked sad, tears almost brimming from her eyes. I wanted to hold her, to tell her to not hate me, to say anything at all. She wheeled past me and stopped, turned back and rolled next to me. “Goodnight, Dad.” She kissed my cheek, looked very sad, and disappeared into her room.

The world sat heavy on me as I groaned and cried into the couch. The weight of my confession was devastating. The secret I'd tried for so long to conceal had sent my daughter away from me. I thought about grabbing a bottle of booze but I couldn't move. I just cried into the cushions and knew that my relationship with Orchid had been destroyed forever.

In my distress I called Dahlia but got her voicemail. I hung up without leaving a message. I couldn't say the words to a machine. It would be hard enough to tell my lover how I'd confessed to Orchid and felt like my world was ending as a result.

- - -

“Dad?” I knew that voice. “Dad?”

I groaned and rolled over, the couch cushion stuck to my face. My eyes felt terribly dry, ached, my head pounded. I saw Orchid in her chair, squeezed my eyes shut and tried my best not to cry again.

“Dad... are you ok? Please, talk to me.”

“I'm sorry, Orchid... so sorry... I never meant to hurt you... to make you hate me... Oh, God... I'm so sorry...”

She didn't reply, but reached for a cup on the table. She tried to hand me a hot cup of coffee but I couldn't bring myself to take it. “Dad... seriously, please, you're scaring me.”

That got me to sit up and take the cup, tears threatening to fall once more. She looked like she may have been crying too, her eyes were red and I saw drops forming near the corners of her lids. “Sorry, Sweetie... I'm... I never meant to hurt you, ever. I understand if you... don't want to be around me anymore... I do, really, I understand...”

“Dad, no... Not like that...”

“Do you hate me for what I've done?”

“No! God, Dad... I... I was up most of the night, trying to deal with this, and it's hard, you know? Really hard... it makes no sense to me... my dad... and Lily? But... this morning... I'd drifted off for a while... when I woke up... I remembered all the good things you've done for me, how you've been there for me... how I asked you to be honest... and you were... very honest... I love you, Dad... I love you so much...”

She opened her arms and I all but jumped to her. Careful around her leg, I squeezed my daughter harder than I had in a very long time. She cried as we embraced. I think her relief in that moment was overwhelming. I was too dry to cry, but the relief I felt was just as intense.

Orchid kept her arms around me, her head on my shoulder, mine on hers. She spoke again after several moments of holding me tight. “I called Lily this morning. We talked for a couple of hours before I woke you. She... she told me everything, just as you said.”

I sat back and looked at her. She continued, “she loves you. Loves her mom. Doesn't want anything to be taken from her, said you made her feel really special and loved and pretty... I asked her a lot of questions, and I think she told me the truth about everything. She said she wanted it... with her mom... with you... and... and she said she wanted it with me, too... Said she wanted to make me feel special and loved and pretty.”

I kissed Orchid's forehead, wiped a small tear from her cheek. Orchid let out a long breath, said, “She told me she wished she could be here to give us both big hugs and let us know how much she loves us. Dad... God, Dad... this is all so strange... so strange...”

“I know... I know...”

“She's so young... I... so young...”

“Believe me, Orchid... I know... I struggle with it every day... Every day... I feel so guilty about it...”

She pursed her lips, her tears stopping. “Dad... didn't you tell me to not feel guilty about things? To try to do what feels right and not regret it?”

“Yes,” I managed a small smile. “Easier said than done, I know... It's not that I feel guilty about what I feel or do with Lily... but... it was you... I never wanted you to be hurt, didn't want you to know that I'd had sex with her... I didn't think there was any way to tell you without hurting you, without you hating me...”

“Oh, Dad... I could never hate you, not for this, not for anything... I'm... I need to think about things, you know? But... well, maybe we can all just talk on Friday, you know? I really want to understand everything. And... well, I just need to think, that's all... But I don't hate you, Dad. Never. I love you. Love you so much...”

We hugged again and I felt a million pounds of weight lift from my shoulders. The horrible burden of my secrets had come out to Orchid, and though we had only just begun to work through what it meant for all of us, she didn't hate me. She didn't hate me! Her arms around my back, squeezing me, filled me with love and hope and a sense that we'd figure things out together.

We slowly drifted apart and sat quietly, each of us trying to figure out what to do next. It was later than I normally woke and I was already behind on the day's work. I grudgingly rose and drank coffee and kissed Orchid's cheek, said, “Sweetie... there's a lot for us to work though, I know, but trust me and love me and never give up on me, ok?”

“Never, Dad. I love you always. Think I'll pull out the sax and play a bit, will that bother you?”

“Not in the least. I love hearing you practice. So proud of you.”

The day was one long roll of emotions and doubts and hopes and somehow I managed to get my work accomplished. Orchid mostly stayed in her room, played sax at times, but had long moments of quiet alone as well. She was doing better with the painkillers, she wasn't napping as much, and by that evening she was again trying out the crutches, able to move herself from the chair to the toilet and back again without too much effort.

I avoided noticing her lack of panties or the way her breasts pressed against her gown. I was just so relieved that my daughter hadn't turned on me, a reaction I would have understood, that I tried to stay Dad all day long. I finished up a late night bit of paperwork and Orchid wheeled into my office. “Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you help me with the bath? I... I need your help...”

I melted as I saw that my daughter had already removed her gown and sat in the chair, naked, her wonderful young breasts exposed and swollen. I nodded and watched as she transferred to the crutches and made her way to the bathroom. Orchid's round, bubble butt was in my view, nude, for the first time in many years. My arousal was low, given the overwhelming emotions of the last day, but I still admired her beautiful ass as I followed behind.

She sat on the stool in the tub and ran water, her leg up, her thighs parted enough to see her genitals. Orchid soaped up the cloth and handed it to me. She smiled as I took it, and I couldn't help returning her wonderful expression. I cleaned her legs, her back, wiped around her neck, and held the cloth out for her to take. She blushed, grinned, said, “Uh... could you do the rest? My back is feeling a little... sore...”

Despite my repressed sexual thoughts, my cock rose as I began to once more clean my daughter's body. I moved the cloth over her young breasts, heard Orchid suck in her breath as her nipples hardened with the contact. The back of my hand once again touched the underside of her boobs, the heat of her flesh sending jolts of excitement through me.

I washed down, down, she spread her legs wider, and for just a moment, I stared at my daughter's exposed vulva. I loved the way her dark hairs barely covered her clit, her labia, my daughter's slit trailing down and under her, the hairs there lighter and sparse.

My hand slid down, pushing the washcloth between her legs. It was intentional when my finger became uncovered and slid between her labia. Orchid sighed and her skin became flushed, goosebumps and small twitches on her flesh. I cleaned her pussy for a couple of minutes, longer than was needed, but not nearly as long as I wanted to keep my hand between my daughter's legs. I moved down and wiped her anus, felt her tense and relax as I passed over her tight pucker.

I let my hand fall down and stop. It occurred to me then that Orchid had wanted more than just help cleaning. I fantasized that maybe my relationship with Lily had given her other thoughts, maybe she wanted me to do more. I couldn't bring myself to test that theory, so relieved that my confession hadn't driven her away that I couldn't chance doing anything to scare her off now.

She slowly closed her legs, let out her breath, her flushed skin so warm, glowing. Orchid's lips were parted slightly, and I knew that my daughter had been aroused by my hand on her genitals. I managed to say, “Ok... uh... ok, all clean...”

She smiled, said, “k... thanks... uh, thanks, Dad. I'm gonna dry off and... head to bed...” She leaned forward and kissed my cheek and hugged me tight. I felt like laughing, crying. Like spewing a big load of cum. I was wrapped in Orchid's arms and in numerous emotions tugging at me from inside.

I stood and excused myself as she dried and remounted her crutches. “Good night, Sweetie.”

“Good night, Dad. Thanks.”

I went to the kitchen to clean up dishes and heard her disappear into her room.

On my way back to my room, I heard the sweetest sound I'd ever heard. “unnn... ohnn... ohhh...” Just a light, rhythmic sighing, my daughter's sweet voice rising just enough to be heard in the hallway. She'd gotten aroused by the bath, maybe even aroused by my confession. I listened a moment and instinctively stroked my cock. Orchid seemed to orgasm, “uhnnn... unn... unn... ooooooohhh...” and I filled my underwear with a huge load of sperm.

She quieted down and her room was silent again, and I made my way to bed. It seemed like it had been years since I'd last slept there instead of just the one night I'd spent on the couch. So much had changed, so much had been confessed. I still didn't know how things would play out, but I felt a million times better about the situation that night than I did the night before.