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

Dahlia and I had made our way back home sometime before dawn and slept late into the morning. Around noon I finally rose and woke my lover. She stirred slowly, kissed me, then made her way to the shower. I put on a robe and found the girls cuddled up together on the couch watching cartoons. Orchid saw me first and blushed, then shifted a bit, causing Lily to look up and see me, a big smile on her face. Lily said, “hi, Daddy.”

We were past the point where that would have scared me, Orchid's acceptance of things far beyond what I could hoped for. Both girls wore a t-shirt and panties, underwear easily seen as their two beautiful bodies were intertwined. Lily's hand rested on Orchid's stomach, my daughter's arm around the nine-year old, stroking her shoulder.

I leaned down and kissed Lily, said, “morning, Kitty.” I looked at my daughter and smiled, kissed her cheek and held against her two or three seconds, savoring the warmth of her flesh before pulling back. She breathed, “morning, Daddy...”

That was the first time I'd heard her call me 'Daddy' in a very long time. Since she was seven or eight, it had always been 'Dad.' I was pretty sure it had come from Lily, and I loved the way it sounded in my ears. If I hadn't unloaded four times into Dahlia's body the day before, I'd probably have gotten a raging hardon from Orchid's words alone.

As it was, I was pretty sore and sexually sated, but I still admired the way my daughter's legs were up and tucked against her, the crotch of her pink panties easily visible. I could just see the smallest of indentations in the fabric, a hint of Orchid's genitals just below.

She saw me looking between her legs, I'd lingered there just a moment. She smiled, and I swear her thighs parted ever so slightly. I might have imagined it, but a small tremor through her legs left the view of her panty-covered crotch just a bit better.

Lily was not so cautious. She tensed in an overly-dramatic yawn, her arms stretching into the air, her legs spreading and her purple panties fully exposed to my eyes. I saw a hint of her dark pubes under the fabric as she held the pose. Orchid giggled as Lily laughed at my stare. I blinked a couple of times and tried to move on. Lily finally closed her legs, allowing me to break out of the spell and move off to the kitchen.

Dahlia joined me and the girls for brunch. Orchid asked, “so... you two have a good time yesterday on your date?”

I smiled, Dahlia laughed. I said, “yeah... great day, really. We had a ton of fun.”

“You got in pretty late cause we were up til 3 or so...” My daughter trailed off.

“Oh, really, doing what?”

Lily answered, “showing her my Kitty!”

Orchid blushed hard, bright rosy cheeks shined on her pale skin. I saw Dahlia shift as the image passed through her head. I grinned, said, “well... great! You have a... a very pretty Kitty, Lily.”

Lily beamed and kissed Orchid's cheek, giggled, “Orchid likes it too... she touched it!”

It was all Orchid could do to sit still. She was clearly both embarrassed and excited, talking about her touching the nine-year old's vagina drawing her emotions onto her expression.

Dahlia said, “I'm sure she does... I love touching your kitty, Lily... did you... did Orchid let you touch hers?”

Lily shook her head, said, “not yet... its ok, though... she let me suck her boobies!”

Despite my soreness, my hardon was pressing out from my robe. Anyone under the table would have seen my penis straining from the conversation. I knew Dahlia was getting wet.

The woman responded, “great! So happy you two are... having fun... just be good to each other, ok? Always keep it nice and sweet. You two are so cute together!”

Lily hugged her mom and kissed her lips. She whispered something in Dahlia's ear and giggled, looked at her mom. Dahlia thought a moment, said, “maybe next time, ok? We have to get going soon. Long week ahead of us.” Lily returned to her seat and Dahlia turned to me, said, “I really want to come back next weekend, but I don't know if we can, Brent. There's a case at work where I may have to go to Richmond for a hearing on Friday and meet with the girl involved on Saturday. I'll let you know.”

I felt a bit sad at that. It had been so great having Dahlia and Lily to look forward to each week. The girl and her mother were soon packed up. We all kissed and hugged, said our goodbyes, and they drove off, heading for their home to the North.

I sat sipping coffee when Orchid shuffled up next to me, shifted herself on to the couch, and leaned the crutches against the wall. I had some light electronic music playing and was reading news on my tablet. My daughter sat silently a moment. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a smile on her face. I looked at her, grinned, asked, “so what's got you in such a good mood.”

She smiled wider, her dark eyes sparkling in the early light of afternoon. “I dunno... just feel really great... really great...”

I asked, “so you had a real... first time sort of weekend... with Lily, huh?”

She nodded, said, “yeah... it was... she was great...”

“Had you ever... touched her kitty before yesterday?”

She looked at me, then looked away smiling. “No... yesterday was the first time...”

“And... was that fun?”

She nodded again, said, “mmm-hmm.”

“Not ready to let her touch yours?”

“Umm... no... not yet... not yet... maybe...”

“Do only what you want to do, what you're ready for. Lily seems to be really good with you, letting you set the pace. Your body is yours to do with as you will, enjoy it.”

She smiled, looked at me, started to speak and stopped before she voiced the thought. Her mouth opened again, she blushed, again closed her lips and stopped. I asked, “something on your mind?”

Her voice cracked as she said, “I kinda want you to be the first to touch me... down there...”

My world exploded in a thousand directions. I never, ever expected to hear my own daughter ask me to touch her genitals. I stuttered, “I... uh... I-I... really? Sweetie... are you sure? I'd... yes... I'd love that...”

She nodded, blushing bright, said, “yeah... sure...”

I had to slow down a moment, be certain despite her words. “Orchid, let's just talk a second, ok? Let me be really honest with you... I... I find you... incredibly attractive. I have for some time, but especially since you've come to live with me... I've... I've been... smelling your panties... uh... since you were... seven... seven... I... want you to know that I love you, as my daughter, and I never want anything we do to hurt you, ok? I want you to know love, to know that whatever we do... it is full of love...”

She looked softer a moment, lips parted, said, “I know, Dad... I've been thinking about it a lot over the last week or so... I talked to Lily about you... she told me... she told me that she knew you wanted to... touch me... At first... at first I was scared... guess I kinda still am... but... I'm sure... really sure... I... I don't know what to do... right now... I'm nervous...”

“Me too...” the look she gave me was one of surprise. “Seriously... Orchid, look.” I held out my hand, showed her my shaking fingers. “It's... it's because I've thought about this a lot... thought about you... you're so beautiful... I... I always wanted something special between us... never... never did I think we might... go there...”

I took her hand, rubbed her fingers a moment. She was shaking too. “Listen, Sweetie... Let's not rush it, ok? We're both nervous, which is actually a turn on to me... but... Let's relax for a bit, ok? How about I shift over next to you... just... let's just cuddle a while, how's that sound?”

She smiled and nodded. I moved closer to her, moved my hips against hers, felt the heat of her body flood into me. I wrapped my arm around her body, Orchid's head sliding onto my shoulder. I kissed her head, stroked her hair. She let out a contented sigh, let her hand drift to my knee and held it there.

My god, I felt so amazing in that moment. I held my daughter, touched her in innocent ways, felt her breath on my neck, her hand resting on my knee. For a half an hour, we held each other, her body on mine. It was innocent... and not. Every time I touched her skin, her hair, stroked her cheek, my dick throbbed under my robe. I glanced at her cast and wished more than anything she could wrap her legs around me and hold me tight.

I kissed Orchid's neck, my lips wet. It was not a fatherly kiss on her skin. It was passionate, sensual. She sighed as I kissed again, let my fingers run over the very tops of her breasts. I whispered to her, “I love you, Orchid... you are so very beautiful... so lovely...”

She breathed lightly, kissed my neck, let her lips linger a moment. I felt her shiver, knew she was probably very wet with excitement. My hands drifted lower, to her sides, my fingers dancing along her stomach over her t-shirt. Her pink panties were a small triangle down below, hinting at the wonderful genitals warming against the fabric.

I was so turned on that I buzzed. My own daughter! She was in my arms, against my body, her hand had moved an inch or two higher up my thigh, occasionally moving slightly to stroke me over my robe.

I kissed her neck again, let my hand move higher. The softness of her breast was the most wonderful sensation of my life. I cupped her young tits through the shirt, felt her hard nipple against my palm. She sighed, her breath caught as I stroked the underside of her mound. I whispered, “can I see them...?”

She nodded against me, leaned back and let me remove her shirt. Orchid watched me as her flesh was exposed, her mouth parted, a curious, aroused look on her face. I looked a long moment at her beautiful young breasts. Her pale pink areola were topped by tight hard nipples. I pulled her back to me and kissed her cheek, her forehead, looked into her eyes. Her lips were swollen, wanting. I leaned to her, kissed her lips lightly, again, again, just small, damp pecks against hers.

I put a hand on the side of her head, brought her to me and opened my mouth to hers. I kissed her, let my tongue slowly open her lips and push into Orchid's mouth. She was passive but held no resistance. My lips moved around hers and she moaned lightly into my mouth, began to move with me.

My hand found her breasts again, cupped them, stroked her flesh, ran my palms and fingers over her nipples. My daughter melted into my arms. She started kissing passionately, her experience with Lily clearly making her feel comfortable opening her wet mouth to mine. Her hand was back on my thigh. With a quick movement, she moved the robe aside and touched my flesh. My penis throbbed and leaked just beneath the other robe flap.

I whispered to her, “Oh... Orchid... you are wonderful... God, I love you so much... Can I suck them?”

“Yes.”

I kissed her neck and let my lips trail down her cleavage, felt her breasts on my chin and cheeks. I gazed at her left breast, stroked it lightly, cupped it and fondled it and shuddered as the warmth of her body set me on fire. I took her tit into my mouth, her soft, tender mounds so lovely and delicious. I tasted her salty flesh, let my tongue swirl around her nipple. She moaned and held my head to her as she leaned back and let me explore her body.

My daughter had the most beautiful moan. Each time I licked her tits she shuddered and let out a light, “ohh...” It was wonderful, thrilling, the sound of pleasure that most fathers never hear from their daughters. I sucked and lapped and let my desire for Orchid build through my wet lips and tongue on her flesh.

I moved back up, looked into her beautiful eyes, smiled, and kissed her again. Her lips parted quickly and welcomed me into her mouth, our tongues twirling and her moans soft and so arousing.

It may have been minutes or hours of touching and kissing and stroking my daughter's breasts before my hand slid lower, lower, down to her waist. I paused there a moment, whispered to Orchid, “want me to touch you there?”

She nodded, shivered, whispered, “Yes...”

I let my hand slip over her panty-covered Mons, felt her pubes pressing up from below before the heat and wetness from her crotch touched my fingers. I cupped her, pressed my fingers into the damp fabric, could feel my daughter's labia part slightly under the panties. “Oh... Orchid...”

She sighed and moaned, “ohh... ohhh...” I stroked her genitals over the fabric a moment, her arousal had her hips moving in small jerks, her breath becoming heavy against my neck. I moved my hand to the edge of her panties, slipped fingers beneath. Orchid's pubes tickled my skin as I massaged her Mons. Down, down I slid, brushed her hard clit and felt a shiver go through her body and into mine.

My daughter's clit! I was touching her genitals, her sex, the heat from her most private flesh making me so fucking horny. I lightly stroked her nub, felt her swaying, jerking, against me. Orchid moaned louder, spread her legs wider.

My finger slid down and I felt her slickness on her labia. My daughter was wet, horny, so, so beautiful. I stroked her tender petals, let her wetness coat my fingers, then slipped one finger into her vagina.

She arched and moaned louder as I penetrated her. I teased her entrance a moment, felt her hot hole from the inside. The dampness on her panties soaked against the back of my hand while my finger soaked inside her body. I fingered my daughter, felt her virginal membrane inside. I didn't push against it, reserving that for what I hoped would be an intense and overwhelming moment in our future.

In and out of her hole I ran my finger. She was incredibly tight, my finger stretching her. I couldn't penetrate too far, so I ran my digits in and out of her vagina, around her labia, slickness spreading over her genitals.

I fingered her with my middle finger while stroking her clit with my thumb. She cried out, jerked several times, wrapped her arms around me, cried out again, and climaxed against me. “uhhh... uhh.... ooooohhh... ooohhhhh... ooooooooohhh... oooooooohhh... ooooooooohhh.... uhnnnnnnn... nnn... nnn... nnn... ooooooooohhh...”

My daughter's orgasm had me close to shooting my load. I felt tingles fire through her body as she came, her flesh sending me into a euphoric warmth unlike any other. I slowed my strokes as she rocked against me, kissed her forehead, felt her arms tighten around my back. Orchid breathed heavily as my hand slowed and stopped moving, held against her fiery thirteen-year old pussy. My daughter's vagina was dripping, her hole so, so hot and tender.

Small jerks randomly shook her body, small movements of my hand against her sensitive flesh making her shudder and twitch. “Ohh... Dad...” Oh God, her words were so sweet. Her juices soaked into my skin, her pussy in my palm, her body pressed against mine.

I pulled my hand away after a long time holding her genitals, savoring the warmth, the wetness, the shudders. My fingers and palm were wet and I couldn't resist bringing them to my nose. I inhaled Orchid's odors, shuddered as I smelled her fresh discharge, her arousal, her pungent, raw pussy cream coating my fingers. I sucked them into my mouth, rocked my hips as my arousal grew too much to sit still. Orchid tasted sweet, sweeter than any pussy I'd ever licked. There were hints of honey, berries, rich cream, a tartness of an orange, maybe a hint of licorice.

Orchid looked at me as I cleaned her juices from my fingers. Her eyes were dreamy, sweat on her brow, her skin flushed and held goosebumps. She looked at my lap, the bulge under the robe obvious. She glanced back at me, whispered, “Dad... can I touch yours?”

I nodded, groaned as she flipped back the robe and exposed my hard penis. It throbbed as she stared at it, perhaps a bit uncertain what to do. I whispered, “I'm so close, Sweetie... just touching will probably make me cum...”

I took one of her hands and placed it on my shaft. She instinctively wrapped her fingers around it. I throbbed, groaned, my daughter's hand warm and soft, knew I wouldn't last long. “Stroke it gently, like this.” I held her wrist and showed her the movement, then released her. Orchid alternated watching my dick and my face, stroked me gently, moving her fingers up and down my penis.

I groaned, my back arched, euphoria flooded into me. I breathed, “oh... Orchid... oh... yes... yes... oh...” Cum shot out of my cock several feet into the air, splashed down on my stomach, followed quickly by another shot. Orchid's eyes were wide, her lips parted, holding her breath while I came. She kept stroking as a third, fourth squirts fired out and splattered against my legs and over her hand. I groaned a long 'ooooooooooooohhhhh' as my cum bubbled and flowed out the tip, running over my daughter's stroking fingers.

I convulsed once, twice, became sensitive and wrapped my hand around hers, stopped her wonderful strokes. I breathed hard, “ohh... ohhhh... ohhh... ohh, Orchid...” I kissed her, her lips wet and delicious on mine. We moaned together, locked like lovers, her hand around my throbbing, leaking cock.

We kissed and moaned and touched each other lightly for hours, breaking only to pee and drink water. We were both too sensitive to do anything below the waist, but I didn't care. I'd just shared an intimate, exciting, passionate afternoon with my daughter, still had her pussy juice on my hand. My sperm had coated her fingers and though she didn't lick it off, she never wiped it away either. It dried on her skin and I shuddered at how much it turned me on to see my cum on my daughter's hand.

As the night grew late, Orchid giggled against my neck, laughed, shuddered with pleasurable amusement. I asked, “what's got you giggling?”

“I dunno... just... feel so good... can't believe we did that... loved it... loved it, Dad... ooh... I just feel so good... I'm glad you were the first to touch me... down there... can't believe I made you shoot... that was... nice.”

I kissed her lips and looked into her eyes, “Orchid... I've wanted to touch and kiss you for so long, so long... I never really thought it would happen, would have loved you even if it never happened. But... god, Orchid... I love you so much... I'm so lucky that you shared that with me... so lucky to have you to share moments like that... are you... looking forward to doing more?”

“Umm. Yea... like what?”

“Well... we'll get to that soon. Maybe licking each other... down there?”

She smiled, said, “yeah... I know about that... yes... I want that... I... I don't know how, really...”

I grinned, said, “everyone starts not knowing how... you'll learn, believe me, you'll learn, and I think you'll enjoy it a lot... I know... I know I want to taste you... down there... want to lick your pussy.”

She blushed at the use of the word, “Dad... you've never said 'pussy' in front of me before... I like it...”

That night, Orchid stayed with me in my bed for the first time. I got her comfortable on her back and had her leg propped on a pillow as I slid in. We were both naked and as I rolled onto my side and cuddled against her, my penis pressed against her leg. She whispered, “ohh... Dad... hello...” A smile was on her face as my half-hard cock pulsed into her thigh. “You know... maybe... maybe one day I'll want more than just... your fingers... your mouth... down there... I dunno... maybe...”

Thoughts of my daughter's pussy, her hymen, her tender virginity flooded my mind and my cock responded by growing hard against her. If it wasn't for the cast, I might have suggested we do something more right then. Instead, I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her lips, locked eyes, and whispered, “Love you, Orchid. I'll do anything in the world with you, for you, anything you want to do. Thank you... I'm the luckiest father in the world. God, I'm so unbelievably happy right now, holding you, having shared such pleasures with you... Love you, Orchid.”

She kissed me, held my face a moment, stared into my eyes, then smiled. “I know, Dad... I love you too... that was... mmm... so special... love you so much...”

I held my daughter as a lover for the first time that night, held her as a father with special, intimate knowledge of his daughter, held her as the man who had made her cum and who had ejaculated to her fingers. I couldn't wait to tell Dahlia.