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

That night, the four of us snuggled on the couch and enjoyed the glow of the love and warmth we shared together. It had been a big moment in my life, and theirs. Once before, I'd been married, and though it hadn't worked out, I had long looked forward to the day I found an equal. I never knew the overtones of incest that I would discover along with the one I sought, but Dahlia's place in my life had developed quickly, and the experiences I had with Lily, and then Orchid, left me all too aware how fortunate I was to discover such a wonderful group of women who would return my love.

Early the next morning, I got a call from my boss, Jim. Thought it was a Sunday, he needed my attention for a few moments. The Mogoni group wanted to move faster than planned. The transition would run just one week and we had just a few short days to pump out a month's worth of work.

If it hadn't been for the clause in the buyout which essentially forced me to give as much time as needed to ensure a successful handoff, I'd have told Jim to fuck off over the expected 100 hour week ahead of us. Instead, I let it sink in that I had just a few more days of work before I would have all the time in the world to explore my relationships, and I told him I'd be in the office early in the afternoon.

I broke the news to disappointed faces over breakfast. I'd hoped to stay until late that evening, driving back just in time to get some sleep before Monday arrived. Instead, Orchid and I had to go as soon as we ate.

Dahlia and I talked quietly while the girls disappeared into Lily's bedroom to see Orchid's bags packed. She stroked my thigh as I stroked her hair, her body leaned into mine on the couch. She whispered, “is this all really happening, Brent? You and me? The girls? The wedding? It seems like so much to take in, some much good, I can't believe it is all happening.”

“It's real. Believe it. I love you, Dahlia. You and Lily are family to me now, I wouldn't have it any other way.”

“I don't know what to do about my job. I hate it now. Hate going in, hate that I'm not helping anyone anymore. I'll never get a chance to see clients that need me. I just sign this form, call this attorney, set up appointments. I do nothing a minimum wage intern couldn't handle. It's driving me crazy.”

“Just quit.”

“Just quit. I can't.”

“Why not?”

“Because... because! I used to love it there.”

“You don't anymore.”

“I know... I never thought about quitting, really. Never wondered if I should. I just did my job and did it well. I never considered there might be other chances to help out there.”

I fondled her breast casually, nothing terribly sexual in the touch, just a light movement that caused her tit to swell, her nipple to harden under my palm. I said, “we have a lot to work out, to live together. I'm selling my house. Soon as the money hits my account, I'm buying something in the mountains and putting mine on the market. I want you to help... with the choosing, I'll worry about the headache of selling. I want it to be something perfect for us, all of us.”

“I'd like that. I thought that, if we really were to live together, I'd have to be close enough to Front Royal to get to work each day, but... but...”

“But if you didn't have a job to go to, you wouldn't care.”

“Yes. I've dreamed of running away before, leaving everything but Lily. Never thought I would have a chance to run away with an amazing man and not have to leave the state. It sounds too perfect, Brent. I worry that there are things we don't know about each other that might hurt us. Secrets, past lives, anything. I worry about it a lot. It kept me up last night, after you proposed and I accepted, wondering what secrets you held that would trouble me, wondering if my secrets might do the same to you.”

I shrugged, “I dunno. I suppose that's possible. There's a lot about me that you don't know, and it's not all good, obviously. I've hurt people, done bad things, and sometimes made mistakes that had consequences I didn't expect. But... that's part of our past. Dahlia, you know me as I am. I've never put on a face for you, never tried to hide my feelings, my emotions, how I viewed the world. Do you... do you put on a face for me? Hide things you don't want me to know?”

She thought silently a moment. “Most of the time, no... but I guess I still have that in me. My ex was terrible about sticking his fingers in my wounds when I was honest with him. It hurt and I carefully guarded myself for a long time. You, though... those first few nights with you... when you took Lily's panties and I told you everything about her, about us... Nothing else compares to that in my past, and if you've accepted that, love me for it... There's nothing else to cover up. Maybe some things I've done, been a part of... that we can talk about... but nothing... I think, nothing that will turn you from me... but I can't help obsessing, worrying, am I wrong to worry?”

“Shhhhh,” I kissed her forehead, Dahlia working herself up a bit and feeling agitated against me. “Shhh... Sweetie, it's not wrong to worry, but you're concentrating on the things that may be, not on the things that are. We're in this together now. For real. We'll figure it out together, ok? Let's talk, let's plan a wedding. Let's enjoy the new family we've created and make sure we put our daughters ahead of ourselves in all things. Concentrate on what we have, not what we might or might not have to face.”

“I know. I've given that advice so many times over the years. I know. You'd think I'd be able to practice what I preach, but it's hard, sometimes. This has been fast for me. Not too fast, but fast. I've fallen in love with you so quickly, and when I think that I might become less attractive to you, or tell you a fantasy that repulses you... I don't want to lose you, Brent. Not with so much good for us in the future.”

I kissed her, looked into her eyes. “In everything, I love you, Dahlia. It's been very fast for me, too. I've never found myself so quickly drawn in. I suppose the shared... feelings for our daughters has been a huge part of it. You and I bonded over... unusual feelings for our children. You don't find to many people with those feelings who are also decent people, and whose relationships with their daughters build trust and love, not destroy them. I'm sure you know.”

“I do. I've seen it a thousand times, the harm, the hurt, the shattered, broken lives. Rapes, beatings, torture, horrible things happening every day, people abusing their children in ways that horrify me and make me want to go to work to help their victims. But us... I hope we're different Brent. I think we are... no. I know we are. I couldn't live with myself, with you, if I felt differently. Promise me it will always be that way, that we'll never, ever abuse them, never take advantage of their curiosity to satisfy ourselves. I'm so worried that I've done that with Lily... but then I see her with you, with Orchid, and she's happy, healthy, a unique, wonderful girl who enjoys sharing her body with us.”

“We are different. We have to be. I never want to harm anyone, and certainly not our daughters. We'll always respect them, their bodies, their relationships with us, with each other, with the others who will surely come into their lives. We have each other for support when we face that, and when it comes, we'll find ourselves ready to make the right decisions.”

“Two perverts rationalizing their perversions.”

“Pretty much.”

“I hope you're right, Brent. I love you and hope you're right. Orchid seems very happy with you, with us. I think this just might work after all... I love you. When do we get married?”

Dahlia's mood swung quickly as I started to talk possibilities. Orchid came in with bags in hand, Lily at her side. We had to get going, so I promised to call her late that night so we could discuss things further. I let her know that it would be a very long week for me and I might have little, if any, time to talk. But I promised that the following week would be a liberating one. Orchid's cast was due to come off, and I'd be out of a job, much richer as a result.

- - -

Orchid talked with me the entire way home. She ask me about the wedding, offered things she hoped we'd consider: a live band, chocolate milkshakes, a live tiger. I nixed the last idea but told her we could swing the others, but it would be up to Dahlia and I to decide. Personally, I didn't really care. It could happen on the steps of a government building and it wouldn't change anything for me.

But as I talked to Orchid, I realized it mattered a lot to Dahlia. The ceremony would help cement the reality of our new family in a way that a five-minute paper-signing with a clerk never would. She wanted desperately to believe that this fairy tale was true, and I admitted to myself and Orchid that maybe I did too.

We talked about Lily. Orchid surprised me when she said that Lily was on birth control. I had assumed she was not, no clue why. I admitted to myself that imagining the sexual nine-year old as fertile, unprotected, had given an edge to my orgasm each time I fired a load inside her little swollen pussy. I felt guilty then, felt guilty for wanting and experiencing it that way, for enjoying, but I also felt thankful that she'd been protected each time I came inside her vagina.

“Her mom put her on the pill not long after she started her periods. They were heavy some times, came irregularly, so the pill helps to sync it, I guess. That's what Lily said, anyway. Dad...” She looked at me with a smile, “she really loves it when you cum in her. I made her describe everything. How you hold her, how you get big in her before you shoot. I... I can't wait. Can't wait.” Orchid shivered and flushed, grew silent a moment.

I had to adjust my pants and she noticed, running her over my hardon. She asked, “ok if I pull it out?”

“I... uh... I'm driving Orchid... uh... but... there's a straightaway or two up ahead... ok...”

My daughter unzipped my fly and pulled my cock through the opening in my boxers. She held me loosely, letting her fingers dance up and down my shaft. I tried to concentrate on the road, tried to avoid an accident. I spotted an old restaurant, clearly abandoned, and pulled off into the parking lot. I needed to get home quickly, but I couldn't resist my daughter in that moment.

We pulled around back, kept the car running. I pulled out a pack of smokes that had been in the car for at least four years, back when I sometimes enjoyed a cigarette around the campfire. It would give us some cover if we were caught.

Orchid's seat was as far back as it went, her leg barely fitting in the compartment. She leaned over and licked my shaft. Her other hand was between her legs, inside her loose sweats, moving quickly as she started to suck me. Orchid's head bobbed, and very quickly, I felt myself swelling between my daughter's lips.

She moaned as her body shook, tensing, riding her fingers. My daughter orgasmed as my cum began to boil, her moans vibrating into my balls and drawing out my hot semen, my sperm spraying into her mouth in three fast spurts, then drooling against her tongue.

Her butt slid back in the seat as her lips slid from my cock. A long line of semen ran from the tip of my penis to her lips and she smiled, causing some of the cum in her mouth to rush out and run down her cheek to drip on her sweatpants. Orchid managed to swallow the rest of it and lick her lips, wiped her chin with the back of her hand. She mewled and leaned back, pulled her hand out of her pants.

I brought those fingers to my nose and inhaled my daughter's aroma. Her feminine odor was full of sharp, rich scents, pungent tones, sweat, ripe pussy. I loved it, inhaled again, and licked the thin cream from Orchid's fingers. I kissed her lips, shared her flavors with her, and quickly got us back on the road. I forgot to put away my penis, but Orchid helpfully tucked my slippery organ as it pulsed slowly, mostly flaccid and very satisfied.